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The Break In

Simon “ghost” Riley x wife!reader

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Angsty, some swearing

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Simon remembered the first time he’d taken his mask off at the door tempted to leave it in the car. Shut the ghost completely out of his home life. You’d never seen him with the mask. He’d always been your Simon. You knew about ghost of course but had never seen him.

He wanted to leave the damned mask in his car. To not let ghosts tainting presence near you. His beautiful, sweet wife. Then he thought who would stop an intruder, who would keep you safe. Simon couldn’t. Ghost could. Ghost could and would kill anyone who broke into your home without a second thought. Neck snapping, sinew tearing, bullet ripping pain is what ghost was for. Simon was simply yours to love to dote as he did you.

He hoped he was being silly in letting ghost into his home. Just a stupid mask sitting by the back door. It comforted him in an odd way. The mask was almost like a guard dog. An entity and omen to ward off harm, at least in his mind. For four years. The mask by the back door had sat serving as nothing but a symbol of safety.

You were walking hand in hand back to your flat. Simon shortening his strides so you could keep up.

“Do you think they’ll make a sequel?”

“Ah fuckin hope not, film was complete rubbish.”, you chuckled at his straightforwardness. Never one to mince his words which was something you adored about him.

“I didn’t think it was that bad. Maybe just a bit hard going at times.”, he squeezed your hand and smiled at you. Responding like this was something he often times did.

You came up through the alley to the back door of your flat. It was the entrance you most often used due to it being where the garage was. As you got closer you noticed the back door swinging in the breeze. Wide open.

“Simon, did we forget to close the door. I could have sworn I locked it.”, your expression was puzzled. Simons immediately jumped to worried. He walked up to the open door and saw scratches all over the door frame. A piece of wood broken off behind it. Indicating it’d been broken into.

It was like something had taken over his body. All of the sudden his back was perfectly straight. Eyes alert. His stance was tense but athletic, ready for a fight. His eyes. His eyes had lost their warmth instantaneously. They were now cold and calculating.

You tried reaching for his arm. “Sim-

“Stay. Here.”, he interrupted. In a gruff and authoritative voice.

He walked through the door and grabbed his skull mask off of the side table. Without looking back he put it on a ventured further into the house.

He could hear footsteps from upstairs. From at least three sets of feet. He took the knife that he always carried strapped to him out and carefully creeped his way upstairs through a path of destruction where they had torn apart the house in search of valuables.

The floor boards quietly creaked under his weight, but the intruders remained unaware until it was too late. He came into the door way and there they were.

Three men all dressed in black covered in his wife’s jewelry and his watch. One of them dangling a pair of his wife’s panties in front of the other laughing as he sniffed at them. The pictures from their honeymoon broken on the floor. Broken glass littering the hardwood flooring. The room was absolutely ransacked.

It made him see red. These people came into your home. Tore apart your things. What if you had been home? What if he had been away? What would they have done to you? He watched them sniff your things laughing at the delicate lace.

Anger and hate seeped into his veins like venom. How could you hate three people you had never set eyes on before this much. His hate was deadly.

He leaped from the door armed with a knife and righteous hate.

His kills were done with perfect precision. No blood splatter on the warm white walls or ceiling. Just three pools on the floor. Where two men lay still and glossy eyed, while a third lay gasping for breaths that he know he won’t be taking for long.

“You thought you could break into my house. Why?”

“We didn’t know, we didn’t know! I’m sorry please I’- AHH UGH. Please! Please! I’m sorry!”

Then, silence.

“Simon! Si! Darling!”, you stopped in the doorway and let out the beginning of a scream before muffling it with your hand.

There he was. The Ghost. Eyes cold behind the mask. Drenched in blood. The flooring you and Simon had worked so hard to put in ruined. Three bodies lay crumpled on the floor. Fear written forever on their faces. As much as you feared the ghost he was still your Simon and you needed to make sure he was fine.

“S-Simon? Are you okay?”, you tried taking a step towards him only to have him out his hand up.

“Stay there, lovie. I’m covered in blood. I don’t want to get any on you.”

His breathing became erratic and you watched him fall to the ground. You rushed forward to him and got on your knees to be on his level.

“Simon. Oh my god. Are you okay? Are you hurt? My love talk to me please.”

“I’m so sorry, dove. I never wanted you to see this.”

He dropped his head into his hands.

“Oh darling. Look at me.”, he picked his head up and looked at you. Taking his face in your hands you placed a gentle kiss upon the hard plastic of the skull before taking it off and placing a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you, Simon. With or without the mask. You are my husband. Nothing will change that.”

when simon finds a person who does a job really well, he doesn’t drop them easily.

he needed a massage, bad, and so he found you. your hands worked magic, the pain slowly turned into pleasure as his usually tended muscles relaxed for the first time in years. you stayed quiet, giving him little updates about where you were going to massage next and/or why.

slowly, he found himself thinking more about you. you were sweet, with a kind soul who didn’t question all of the scars on him or why he kept his balaclava on. it took him months before he finally asked for your number.

‘if we get involved i can’t service you or i could get fired’ you’d told him. he had paused, thinking for a moment before he turned to you once more.

‘i’d lose anything if it meant just one date with you.’

and he’d meant it.

he shot and stabbed through people, mind going dull with the motions. they’d taken you. all his mind could conjure up was the images and videos they’d sent him of your battered and bruised skin, blood dripping from your nose and tears leaving marks where they ran through blood.

all he knew was that he needed to get to you. simon needed to get to you before they did something, before they took away the one thing he’d loved in this life.

and when he’d found you, your head fallen back as your eyes stared through the ceiling, all he could think about were the scars that would litter your skin when you got home.

he cut through your bindings and pulled you into his lap so he could find the worst of the injuries and you blinked back into yourself, giving him a weak smile.

‘you want to know something?’ you’d asked him. he hummed, not breaking his eyes from the deep cut across your gut, blood still slowly trickling out of it, your body fighting to heal itself.

your hand found his face, wiping the tears he hadn’t even realize he’d shed. you smiled at him, swallowing thickly. your skin was losing color and you were blinking slowly.

‘i’d give anything to have one more date with you,’ and he felt your muscles relax, oh so similar to how they’d done when your hands worked at him. your eyes drifted from him and he could feel everything and nothing at all.

tears falling from his eyes, his heart being ripped to shreds. he shook you, shouting for someone, anyone to help, please help. he couldn’t lose you, not yet, not when you were supposed to have so many years left together.

what he’d do for just one more date with you.

Some Other Life

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader - part five of "soft spot"

The Ghost himself is haunted. Not just by the past, but by what could have been. But he's not the only one running.

soft spot master list

warnings: canon typical violence, descriptions of bodies/death/all that, reader is getting a bit of back story (so if that's not your thing... sorry ig lmao), angst/hurt/comfort, it's pretty light, though

wc: 5.6 (first one under 6k lmao)

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“Faster! Faster!” 

Joseph always loved airplanes. Whenever he was out with his parents, or stuck in the back seat of the car, he always watched the sky just in case he saw one. Even if it was too high up in the air to make out any details, he would cheer and point and exclaim to his parents, demanding their attention to the aircraft traveling thousands of feet high above them. 

No one knew where his fascination with the big hunks of metal had come from. The boy had never been on an airplane before, and he had never seen one up close. Perhaps it was on some cartoon that they hadn’t taken note of. Either way, for the time being, his Uncle Simon was the closest thing he’d get to flying in one. The man held Joseph up in the air who had his arms spread out to mimic wings. He was a giggling mess, asking his uncle to move him through the air faster and faster. Simon grinned as he looked up at his nephew, supporting the young boy's body with just his hands alone. 

“Go easy on your uncle, Joseph.” 

It was his brother’s voice. Tommy. He sat next to their mother on the couch with the lights of the Christmas tree illuminating the soft strands of his blonde hair. Joseph was a near spitting image of Tommy, and it was almost strange to see. It was like he had been transported back in time, though Joseph was considerably more kind than Tommy had been at that age. 

“It’s alright,” Simon assured his brother as he placed his nephew back on the ground. The boy giggled once more as he kept his arms straight out and took off running around the small living room. “You’re a lucky man, Tom. I’m proud of you.” 

And he was. He really was. Between the addiction and wasting his life away couch surfing, he was turning out to be just like their father. A mindless drunk and druggie that had no care for anyone else around him. But he pulled himself out of that hole. Married a beautiful young lady, and had a dashing little boy. It was the life he always dreamed his brother would have. 

“When are you going to stop saving the world and settle down?” Tommy asked. 

Simon could only smile at the floor as he sat back on his haunches, watching Joseph carefully as he zoomed around the room. When would he settle down? Would he ever? Could he ever? After everything he had seen, after everything he had been through; was a life like that meant for him? 

“Ahh… I couldn’t do better than you and Beth,” Simon admitted softly, unable to look his brother in the eyes. 

“Simon,” a soft voice came from the doorway. 

He looked up from the floor and his eyes found his sister-in-law. A beautiful woman with glowing auburn hair. She smiled kindly at him, like she did with everyone else she was around. Truly the angel that some high being sent to fix up his wreck of a brother. 

“There’s someone at the door for you,” she continued, her hand raising to scratch at her arm. “A yank.” 

Simon raised from his spot on the floor and weaved past Beth as he walked to the front. A figure stood in the door, illuminated by the light of the entryway, but it was wrong. It was smaller than the figure he had expected and it made his stomach churn. The person at the door wasn’t a yank; it was you. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” Simon said lowly. It was like a warning; a threat. 

Despite his menacing tone, your cheerful smile was unwavering. It was freezing outside, but you didn’t wear a coat, and it didn’t even look like you were shivering. 

“You were the one who brought me here,” you retorted wittily. 

Your eyes looked past Simon and down the entryway where Joseph still ran around the living room. How long had he been running? He was going to get tired, or trip and hurt himself. But Tommy sat there, next to their mother, still smiling as he watched his son zip around the room. 

“You can’t stop it, you know,” you spoke up, eyes locked onto the scene playing out behind Simon. 

A hand absentmindedly raised to your neck where you played with the bead necklace around your throat. It was the one he had gotten you. Or, well, Johnny had. But you didn’t know him. Had he even met the man yet at that point? No…

But the necklace was wrong. Where was the green? Why was it red? Why was it so close to your throat, constricting so tight it looked like it was choking you? The beads were too big. It was wrong. All wrong. 

“I can. I have to. They didn’t deserve it,” Simon said, and his voice felt weak. Like he was sick. Like he couldn’t get his vocal chords to resonate loud enough to make a difference. 

“No, silly,” you said with a patronizing giggle. “I’m not talking about them.” 

You wouldn’t look at him, and it felt like his chest was about to collapse in on itself. You always looked at him. He wanted you to look at him, needed you to. Desperate hands reached out to cup your cheeks and he tilted your head up, but no matter how firmly he held you, your eyes strayed. Side eyeing the wall next to you, glancing up at the ceiling; your eyes would land anywhere but on him. 

“Look at me,” he said, his grip becoming so firm he felt as if he was about to crush your skull. Still, you refused. “Look at me!” 

“It’s okay,” you assured him, voice soft. The light in your eyes seemed more dull than normal. That shining glimmer that was normally there had been replaced with something else. Some sort of cloudiness he couldn’t peer through. “Ghost, it’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Liar. He wasn’t okay. You were there, standing in front of him, and you shouldn’t be. And you refused to look at him, or say his name, and your eyes were wrong, everything was wrong and he wanted to shatter it. To break it beyond recognition. 

“You can’t hold onto me forever,” you said, voice distorted and slightly gurgling. 

Your eyes finally landed on him. He thought it would make him feel better. He thought it would feel like home, but it didn’t. Instead, he felt sick, like his stomach was twisting in knots, like the breath had been ripped from his lungs, never to return. Why did you look at him like that? Like you were forgiving him? 

“Come on, you have to let go,” Tommy spoke up from behind him with a chuckle. Suddenly, a pair of arms had snaked their way around his torso, constricting his chest so tightly he nearly coughed. “You can’t do this forever, Simon.” 

But his arms weren’t right. That was all wrong, too. Where was his skin? Why was it all just milky bone; a skeleton dragging him backwards? Simon’s hands let go of your face as he went to try and pry the skeletal arms off of him, but it was no use. It was an iron grip. 

“I told you, Ghost,” you spoke up, still standing in front of him. Except now, he really got a good look at you. At the blood soaking your shirt, how it dripped onto the floor in thick, viscous splatters. How had he not noticed before? Had you been like this the whole time? Broken? Bleeding? “You can’t stop it.” 

He tried to scream. He wanted to scream. But when he opened his mouth, nothing would come out but a simple, pathetic push of air. More hands and arms came down on his body, dragging him back, and he was helplessly frozen in place as he watched the blood continue to spill from your body. Disgusting, slimy, rotten bones ripped at his skin while voices cooed in his ear. Tommy’s voice, his mother’s, Vernon’s, Roba’s… they were taunting him. 

“You knew what would happen.” 

“Did you really think it wouldn’t go wrong?”

“Everything you touch ends up like this, kid.” 

“You killed her the moment you entered her life, Simon.” 

When Simon woke up, he could still feel the bony fingers clawing at his chest, ripping the skin from his body, torturing him slowly. His breaths were labored, but not enough to wake you up in your shared bed. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, and the fabric of his sweatpants and the bedsheets clung to his skin, suffocating him. He laid on his back for a moment, staring up blankly at the ceiling as he willed his body and mind to calm. 

It didn’t take him long to settle his nerves, as it was something he was well versed in by that point. He was a soldier, afterall. There was no time for emotions or panic. But once he did calm down, he knew he couldn’t stay in that bed. 

His movements were slow as he twisted himself upwards, setting his feet flat on the floor. Darkness swallowed the room with the only light illuminating the room coming from the hallway through the ajar door. He glanced over his shoulder where he found your sleeping form nestled under the comforter. Vague features of your face shone through the darkness, and he found himself swallowing a harsh lump in his throat at the sight. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the comforter and pulled it up over your shoulders before standing. 

With quiet and careful precision, Simon rummaged through his dresser where he pulled out a shirt to cover his bare skin and a pair of jeans to change into. Once he was fully dressed, he slipped out of the room as he meandered down the hall. The entire apartment was frigid and drafty, as if someone had left a window open all night. He would have chalked it up to just his nerves if it wasn’t for the fact that it got like that every night. Both you and him had a suspicion one of the windows in the living room wasn’t sealed properly. 

He tried not to think too hard about it as he grabbed his boots from the entryway before meandering into the living room. Slumping onto the couch, Simon leaned down to lace up his boots, his fingers knotting the strings expertly. But he had only gotten one boot laced up before he heard the soft patting of your feet from down the hallway. 

“Simon?” you asked as you peered around the corner. Your hair was frizzy with sleep, and you wore nothing but an oversized sleep shirt. He took note of the way you tried not to shiver. “What’re you doing?” 

He made quick work of his second boot before he pushed himself off of the couch. Simon was a tall man, that much was obvious. But whenever he wore his boots it made him appear a good inch or two taller, which only made you feel smaller, especially as he walked up to you. 

“Just going for a walk, love,” he said softly, his voice deep with a heavy tiredness to it. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” 

You shook your head as you stepped closer, closing the gap between the two of you as you leaned into his chest for a hug. He returned the movement in kind, wrapping his arms around you. He hadn’t realized just how tense his body was until you touched him, as if your very presence melted that away from him.

“I wasn’t sleeping. I was trying to, but hadn’t quite gotten there yet.” You leaned back, hands still resting on his chest while his arms stayed firm around your waist. “Mind if I join you?” 

Simon quirked an eyebrow up at you. “It’s freezing out there, sweetheart.” 

“Well, it is December,” you teased while tilting your head to the side. “I don’t mind the cold, though.” 

You made a move to leave, but Simon wouldn’t let you pull away. His arms stayed firmly wrapped around your waist. It wasn’t trapping or demanding, just lonely. His eyes drank you in. Not lustfully, but not like he was admiring your beauty, either. What was that in his eyes? Some hint of distance? A fogginess you couldn’t quite peer through. 

“Everything alright?” you questioned softly. 

Things were quiet between you for another beat as Simon couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. Eventually, he gave you a small nod as his hands slowly pulled away from you, fingertips lingering on your waist like he’d never get to touch you again. 

“Yeah. Go get changed. You’ll freeze your arse off wearin’ that,” he said, earning him a playful eye roll from you. 

“Shit, and here I was hoping to get a little frostbitten,” you said sarcastically as you turned around to walk back to your shared room. 

Shared room. Simon was still getting used to saying that. Living with you had easily been one of the best choices he had ever made. Seeing your quirks, sleeping next to you at night, it was all different and something he was trying to adjust to, but welcomed nonetheless. 

As he waited for you, Simon looked around the living room. It was still pretty much the same as the first time he saw it, more or less. Same old sofa, side table, and Ikea lamp he had put together for you. The only major difference was the small Christmas tree that sat on one of the side tables. It was only about a foot and a half tall, and was a pathetic looking thing. Full sized ornaments meant for larger trees weighed down the synthetic branches. It was something out of a cartoon, really. Still, despite the fact the poor tree was crying for help after you placed the ornaments so carefully on it, you insisted that Simon was the one to place the little star at the top. 

“So much for tucking in early,” your voice carried down the hallway as you made it back to the living room. A thick winter jacket swaddled your body in a warm cocoon, and your fingers were busy pulling a beanie over your head and ears as your eyes landed on Simon. “It’s just past ten. We pretty much napped for an hour or so and now we’re gonna be awake all night.” 

It wasn’t long before you slipped into your shoes and you and Simon were out the door. He was right, it was freezing. Not that you were surprised. When night fell over London in winter, the absence of the sun made everything twice as cold, and the moisture in the air from the rain didn’t help either. It wasn’t as bad as it was in November, but you still found you shoving your hands deep into your pockets anyway. 

Despite the fact that the moon was out to play, the Christmas lights adorning the streets nearly drowned out her beauty with their own. Glittering, golden lights hung loosely over the streets and swirled up every lamp post. You found that if you stared at the pavement long enough, you could almost convince yourself it really was daytime. 

Every now and then you would glance up at Simon. With the colder weather, he donned a plain black balaclava and shoved his hood up over his head, almost fully concealing his face. If it was dark outside, he would nearly blend in if it wasn’t for the whites of his eyes. But something was on his mind. It was pretty obvious with his quietness and downturned gaze. But Simon wasn’t a talker. Not about himself, anyway. So you just walked with him in your own silence, enjoying his company, and the lights that surrounded you, hoping your presence offered a bit of comfort. 

Eventually the two of you stumbled upon a square of sorts. A massive Christmas tree stood in the center of it, bundled in a blanket of lights that twisted upwards, entangling in the tree’s thick branches. Someone had taken great care to put giant golden ornaments on the tree not just at the base, but all the way to the very top. An equally large and fitting star sat at the top of the tree, and it was a miracle that the thing wasn’t bending underneath the weight of it. 

A fair amount of people gathered around the tree, and their chatter could be heard echoing down the street. There were several small stands set in random places around the square where people seemed to be exchanging items. Upon taking a closer look, you realized it was a charity event; an organization gathering donations of either money or toys in order to provide presents for children who otherwise wouldn’t be able to get them. They had already gathered a small pile of toys, anything from Barbie dolls to toy airplanes or art kits. 

You and Simon walked through the square, as it was along his normal walking route anyway. Everyone was smiling, and really trying to sell the Christmas joy with their Santa hats and warm wishes. Yet as the two of you walked through, a familiar scent wafted through the air. 

“Is that hot chocolate?” you wondered out loud. 

At your question, Simon looked around, dark eyes carefully scanning the stands until he spotted the one closest to the Christmas tree. An electric soup warmer sat on a table, and volunteers dipped a ladle into the pot to pour rich, thick hot chocolate into styrofoam cups. Apparently all proceeds from that stand went towards the donations too, according to the sign on the side. 

“Want some?” he offered, hand already fishing in his pocket for his wallet. 

You bit your lip in thought for a moment while you looked at the small line of people. It really did smell delightful, even from your distance away from them. There was even a bowl of butter mints to throw into the cup to give the chocolate a hint of peppermint. 

“Maybe,” you said, adjusting your beanie on your head. 

“Come on, then,” he urged as he took a step towards the stand. 

Grinning, you followed along after him, hopping in line behind the other hot chocolate enthusiasts. Without them having to make each cup as ordered, the line moved fairly quickly. Cash would be exchanged, they would talk a little bit about where the money was going towards, they’d get their cup, and they’d go along with the rest of their night. 

Something was different by the time you and Simon got to the front of the line, though. One of the women serving the hot chocolate seemed to recognize you, and even called you by name. A pit of worry instantly formed in Simon’s stomach, as he remembered what happened the last time someone had exclaimed your name like that in a public setting. But this girl seemed nice enough. Her curled blonde hair blew in the slight breeze, but her own winter hat helped to keep it mostly intact. She looked at you with a dazzling smile. He couldn’t help but wonder if she whitened her teeth. 

“Ness?” you asked in disbelief. “God, it’s been a minute!” 

Simon stayed silent as he looked at the other woman at the stand. While you chatted away with someone who he assumed was a friend, he exchanged the needed cash with her for the drink and waited while she dished it out. 

“It’s so good to see you!” Ness exclaimed with a grin. “How long has it been since we last saw each other? Had to have been right before we went to Uni, huh?” 

You nodded your head while your fingers played absentmindedly with the buttons on your coat. “Yeah, it feels like forever ago. How’ve you been?” 

“Good! Things have been great. Graduated, got a job as a social worker. That’s one of the reasons why I’m here, actually. Helping to raise some extra cash for our kids,” she said with a bubbly chuckle. “What about you? How was The States?” 

Though he didn’t say anything about it, Simon couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow up at that comment. You? In America? 

“Uhm, it was good! Enjoyed it a lot. Liking it much better here back home, though,” you explained, your fingers continuing to twist the buttons on your coat. The sound of the thread struggling was audible.

“Bet your mum’s glad you’re back. I remember her being nearly in tears during graduation. Couldn’t believe her little girl was going off to see the world,” Ness joked. “I remember you were the talk of the school for a bit because of that. Going off to America, I mean.”

The other lady at the stand handed Simon the styrofoam cup, and he muttered a quick thanks before turning his attention towards you. Though you were smiling, the small quiver at the corner of your mouth wasn’t lost on him. 

“How is she, by the way?” Ness continued. 

You coughed. 

“She’s alright,” you said stiffly. “Been a bit since I’ve visited her, though.” 

The button snapped off of your coat. Really, it was amazing it hadn’t broken earlier with how you kept twisting and twisting it. The thread could only take so much before it frays. You looked down at the small item in your hands and swallowed hard as you quickly shoved it into your pocket. 

“Here,” Simon quietly interjected. 

When you turned to look at him, you noticed he held a cup out for you to take, and you looked at it like you had forgotten it was the whole reason you were even over there in the first place. Still, you reached your hand out, the warmth bleeding through the styrofoam and into your fingers. You looked down at it for a long moment before glancing back up at Ness. 

“Well, it was good seeing you again. We won’t hold up your line any longer,” you said politely. 

With a quick and somewhat awkward farewell to your old acquaintance, you and Simon were off on the streets again, leaving the square far behind you. Despite the fact that you had been eyeing up that stand earlier, all you could do was stare down at the hot chocolate in your hands, unable to bring yourself to drink it. It was nice to hold at least, but the thought of tasting it made your mouth feel dry. 

Family wasn’t something Simon talked about. Just wasn’t his thing. Maybe it was to save himself from the heartache, or maybe it was just to try and preserve the only image he had left of them in his mind. Luckily, you never asked him about family; not his parents, if he had siblings, or anything of the sort. But you never offered that information up about yourself, either. It wasn’t his place to know, and certainly not his place to ask, but he couldn’t lie to himself and pretend that he didn’t know something was off about that conversation. 

“America, huh?” he spoke up, shattering the silence that had settled between the two of you. 

A soft scoff of sorts left your lungs where it turned into nothing but frosty air in front of your lips. “Yeah. I… got accepted to Yale on scholarship.” 

Simon hummed. “Never told me you were smart,” he teased. 

This got a laugh out of you, which made both you and him feel a bit better. Still, your eyes were locked onto the drink, unable to bring yourself to taste it. And that fucking button was burning a hole through your pocket. 

“I was there for their medical program, actually,” you explained, but you didn’t sound proud of yourself. “I thought it would have been cool. To go out and see the world. Just get out of here for a bit.” 

“Not what you expected?” he asked. 

“It was… it was amazing,” you said softly. “Just wished I could have stayed there longer.” 

Silence. But there was something there, stirring around. He could feel it. It was like blowing up a balloon and waiting for it to pop, or the painfully long time it took for a hand to connect to a cheek in a slap. 

“She’s dead. My mum,” you finally let out. It wasn’t exactly the sort of confession Simon was expecting from you, but either way, he already knew the words before they left your mouth. “I, uh… didn’t even get to finish a full year in America before she had gotten sick.” 

“You came back to take care of her?” he asked. 

“I was the only one who could,” you said a little bitterly. “She didn’t ask me to. She never would. But I knew she needed someone. So I came back, got a shitty job working in finance. I’d take care of her during the day, and work in a money transfer service place at night. I don’t… regret it or anything but…”

He nodded his head. You didn’t need to explain it. It was an odd sort of guilt that only someone put in that position could feel. Choosing between living your life, and helping someone go through the end of theirs wasn’t an easy decision. It was a sacrifice either way. Something you’d go through and not come out whole. 

“Doesn’t make it any easier,” he finished your sentence. 

“Yeah,” you agreed softly. 

Finally, you forced yourself to take a sip of that damned hot chocolate. It was much better than you had expected. For something they were serving on a semi-large scale, you had thought it would have been plain hot water mixed with cocoa powder. But the flavor was rich, and the drink was thick and filling. Perhaps maybe a tad too sweet. It didn’t make you feel any warmer, though. 

“Christmas was her favorite holiday,” you reminisced. “Decorating the tree was her favorite part. She’d always put up these god awful decorations I had made when I was a kid. Absolutely ugly, but she always insisted that it needed a little love, like all things do. So she’d put on some old Christmas songs and we’d decorate the tree together. She’d always have me climb up the ladder to put the star on. It was my least favorite part. Always thought I was gonna fall off the damn thing, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to do it herself.” 

You sighed as you swirled the cup in your hands while Simon listened to you ramble. Neither of you had ever talked about your families before, especially not in such a way. It felt terrible, but the kind of pain that needed to happen. Like cleaning a wound. 

“It doesn’t feel the same without her. Even though it’s been years, I always think about her. It feels stupid. Missing her so much.”

“It’s not stupid,” Simon assured you. He was quick to give you those words, and he said it with such conviction you almost believed him. But he wasn’t sure who he was saying it for; you, or him? 

Either way, it got a laugh out of you. The sort of laugh that was just air through your nose, but it was something. Instead of answering him right away, you quickly took another sip of your drink. The freezing air had cooled it down considerably, but the warmth of it still remained on your tongue for a fleeting moment. 

“She would have liked you.” 

Now that was comedic. Perhaps the funniest joke you had ever told him. Maybe he would have laughed if his mind wasn’t so fried. Instead, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye before shaking his head. 

“Was she blind?” he asked facetiously. 

“Oh, quit it,” you scolded him. “I’m being serious. She would have adored you.” 

But that wasn’t enough to convince him. For all his cockiness and jokes, Simon was someone who always seemed to think he was unlovable. Despite all the time the two of you had spent together, that thought seemed to eat him alive. It always felt like he was holding you in the palm of his hands, terrified that you’d fly away but refusing to crush you in his grip. 

“I get it. You’re brooding, and quiet, and a bit of a dick. You’re a military man, and not exactly every mother’s dream guy for her daughter. But you…” You paused for a moment to swallow. Why did it feel like this was a confession? “You won't ever admit it, but you’re kind, and some days I feel like you read my thoughts better than I can. For fucks sake you nearly broke Eric’s jaw. You know what my mother would have done if she was there? She would have handed you a bat and asked you to finish the job.” 

A breathy chuckle left your lips in a mist as you grinned down at your feet. Your body was starting to feel fatigued from a mix of the walking, the cold, and lack of sleep, but you pushed forward anyway. 

“You take care of me. You’re good to me. That’s all she ever wanted for me,” you finished. 

Just when he thought he had pushed all those memories and feelings aside, you brought them rushing back to him. Not just the blood, that sour scent of iron staining his skin. Not just the bodies haphazardly fallen onto the floor. But Joseph’s giggles, the shrill sound nearly bursting his ear drums but he would go deaf if it meant he could hear it one more time. The way his brother looked at his wife, how the two of them would share loving touches and grinning whispers. Or his mothers Christmas ham, with the thick honey glaze and that scent that made his stomach constrict with hunger. 

Maybe, in some other life, you could have met them. You could have joined them in their ugly Christmas sweaters, one you would probably bully him into wearing, too. At the table you could sit next to him and he could help dish out your plate. You and Beth would drink wine and maybe get a little carried away, leaving him and Tommy to help you and Beth into one of the spare bedrooms in his mothers house for a nap. Joseph would grin up at the two of you for the model airplane that was gifted to him, and he would promise to help the little tyke put it together. 

But he wasn’t in that life. He was in the one where they were nothing more but burnt carcasses with bullet holes riddling their bodies. The one where his childhood home was nothing more but an empty lot. The one where Christmas always made him feel numb. But he did have you, walking alongside him. You, the woman he got to wake up to in the morning. The woman who never minded his odd quirks. 

Simon had you, and he knew it was more than he deserved. 

“It’s getting late,” he said as his feet dragged to a halt. “And cold. We should head back.” 

He was right. Your hot chocolate had gone rather cold by that point, and your fingers were beginning to go numb holding the cup without gloves. You downed the lukewarm, and oddly thicker, hot chocolate before tossing it into a nearby trash can. The walk back home was quiet, but for some reason a little warmer. Still, as you meandered back through the square, neither you nor Simon spared even a single glance at the tree in the center. 

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You were going to be late. God, maybe you shouldn’t have gone on that walk with Simon the previous night. No, that was a lie. Obviously you were glad you went on the walk with him. Got a lot off of your chest that night. Still, getting yourself out of bed was a hassle, and you were paying the price for it. 

So you scuttled around the apartment, brushing your hair, throwing clothes on, shoving your feet into shoes, but as you reached the coat rack, you realized your coat wasn’t there. You double checked that you hadn’t just tossed it onto the floor in the bedroom, but it wasn’t there either. Asking Simon was no use as he had already left to do some sort of paperwork on base, so you were on your own, nearly tearing the place apart as you were adamant on not freezing to death walking to work. 

Eventually you caught sight of the damn thing resting on the kitchen counter. It was folded into a neat square. You figured it was something Simon must have done as you had never folded anything so perfectly in your entire life. Either way, you were just glad that you hadn’t misplaced it and lost it. 

Throwing it over your shoulders, you slipped your arms in and began to button it up. Once your fingers reached the bottom button, though, you began to struggle. It felt oddly stiff, like the thread was stronger and less forgiving on that one than it was the others. You looked down to examine it, and you quickly realized that it was the button you had accidentally snapped off the night before. You had shoved it into your pocket, but there it was, firmly attached to your coat. 

You finished buttoning it up with a smile, and you gave the bottom of your coat a firm tug to adjust the fabric on your body. You had snapped it off so easily the night before. Now, it was the strongest button you had on there.

UNDER THE SURFACE (Ghost x GN!Reader)

ghost masterlist — ghost icon by @yumethefrostypanda concept post here!

authors note; this is not my best work tbh, i wish i could improve it somehow, but i’m hoping you guys will like it anyway. Pretty sure this is my longest singular post, too! 4.7k words :-)

[WARNINGS: angst, spiraling thoughts, near panic attack, hurt/comfort, inaccurate medical stuff, vague descriptions of physical violence, very brief mention of possible self harm.]

YOU WERE USED to Simon being gone for long periods of time; you have been his roommate for two years now, nearly three. You know he’s military, it’s part of the reason why you were able to score being his roommate in the first place. At first, it was a very awkward arrangement. Simon himself wasn’t a very awkward person, no—he’s actually quite charismatic in his own way, a way that you could get along with. One of the reasons why the arrangement was strange at first was because you weren’t exactly able to get a one on one tour of the flat before agreeing, but you were a bit more trusting of this mysterious man because a mutual friend—Kate—sent you his contact information, considering you were looking for a new place to live since your lease was up.

Simon’s flat was void of any personality, really. Yes, you could tell by the way he organized everything that he had been in the military, probably for quite a while—but there weren’t any photos. No gaming systems; you discovered he did have a bookcase of quite a few books, but it was covered in a layer of dust. Despite this, when examining the books he owned, you could tell they were worn down—definitely loved. It made you smile a bit, seeing the different variety of books. A bit of personality, you think. Besides his room, it was like a completely furnished, no personality flat. You weren’t allowed in his room, not unless he gave you explicit permission, which you honored his boundaries. Simon was kind enough to offer you a space in his home—but you know he was quite weary of you, which was understandable. He helped you move in and you could tell he was watching you and your body language. Searching you for danger—but he slowly warmed up to you.

Another thing that you discovered that Simon was quite emotionally.. constipated. Over the first few months, you could tell he didn’t sleep as much as he probably should. He was always awake before you, and you would always find him in the kitchen, sipping on a hot cup of tea. After a few weeks of this routine—Simon rising much earlier than you, you figured maybe he couldn’t break the military’s strict routines.. Until one night you woke up from the sound of his heavy footsteps walking down the hall. You tensed in your bed and you sat up because Simon was silent as a ghost all the time. You didn’t even know if it was him at first, so in your half-asleep panicked state, you felt for your phone and you texted Simon’s contact, asking a messily texted “is that you walking around?” You blink your sleepiness away and wipe your eye as your phone vibrates with a “yeah. sorry.”

That was the first time you got some notion that Simon was thrown off guard from something, after another week of awakening from his noises, you began to realize that he was experiencing night terrors every couple of nights. His nightmares were never a thing you two discussed, exactly.. It was more of an unspoken rule to not talk about it. You would occasionally find yourself in the kitchen around the time you calculated when Simon would wake up—and you were right nearly every time—and you just.. coincidentally made him a cup of tea. To Simon’s pleasant surprise, you managed to get his tea right every single time. You’ve had your fair share of night terrors, so you knew how it could be sometimes. You wanted to do something nice for him, and he seemed flustered every time.

It took you a while to get used to him being gone for long periods of time. Simon appreciated that you never questioned too deeply into his career, even the times he would come home sporting a new injury, you were always willing to play doctor for him. Simon saw the concern in your eyes and sometimes he would share small stories of what happened, or maybe to get you to stop thinking about his injuries, a small story about his teammates. You slowly learned their names over the course of a year and a half, and you learned Simon’s rank as well. He is a lieutenant, and there’s a man called Captain Price, another man named Sergeant Kyle Garrick, and one more man named Sergeant John MacTavish, who Simon referred to as “Johnny” fondly.

It wasn’t common that Simon talked about work, which is the reason why it took about a year and a half to even get the information you did out of him. Over the time you’ve lived with him, you had decorated the flat to feel more comfortable and home-y. Simon only had a few requests, which you honored, and one of them was no pictures of him with his face showing. You shot him a curious and questioning look, but as always—you didn’t question him, and he was very thankful. You had gotten a few indoor plants as well that didn’t need much caring for and you wanted to liven up the place, y’know? You were okay with Simon not sharing much about his past or his work, because he was willing to listen to your little rambles about your interests and work. You were a bit hesitant, but Simon was very emotive and he never seemed annoyed or brushed you off.

Despite Simon’s reluctance to share anything of his own, he always heard you out if you needed to vent about something. He made sure you knew you could talk to him, even on days where you felt like you had no one to go to. You spent an entire night with him, just talking about anything and everything. It was the first real conversation you felt like you have had with anyone in such a long time. It was also the first night Simon really saw you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed from uncomfortableness, the vulnerability being nearly too much to handle; something he could relate to on a personal level. So when you started showing these signs, he knew exactly when to change the subject. Simon quickly realized how to read you, and he somehow knew what you needed at different moments.

Simon flies into the airport late at night with a small duffel bag, tagged as a military bag. He sends you a quick “be home soon.” text. Simon doesn’t expect you to answer due to it being around 3 in the morning, and you indeed don’t answer him. He catches a taxi to your shared flat. Simon collects his things from the taxi before paying the driver and sending them off, and Simon lets out a slow breath as he takes in the achingly familiar sight of the place he lives in. He tugs the hood that remains sitting over his head closer to his face, which is covered by a black surgical mask. His hand tightens on the straps of the duffel bag before he approaches the flat building, taking out his keys as he approaches the elevator. Once Simon reaches the third floor, he wastes no time getting to the front door, and he isn’t sure why, but his heart is pounding inside of his chest.

Simon unlocks both the top lock and the doorknob to enter the flat—something he had taught you to do every single time. He pockets his keys as he enters and Simon pauses for a moment because he can’t put his finger on it, but something feels off the second he glanced inside. His eyes trail the living room which is clean, not one thing out of place. Simon takes a deep breath and he doesn’t brush off the weird feeling, because even when there’s no evidence something happened—he’s usually right. The blanket on the couch is perfectly folded and laid over the back cushions, the mini bookcase by the TV is dusted as always, your shoes.. Are not by the front door, but a different pair are..? These either are not your shoes, or they are new. You always warned Simon about bringing people over, and you definitely would’ve told him this time. The lamp is on in the living room, but it seems the lights are out everywhere else. Simon silently goes through his routine when he gets back late at night—taking his jacket off and hanging it up, he leaves his boots by the door, and he drops his keys into the dish.

Next step to his routine is to step into the kitchen and get a cup of actually good quality tea, unlike the shit the military provides him. He fills up the electric kettle and sets a timer on it, grabbing his favorite mug and the box of his favorite tea from the cabinets. Simon glances down the dark hall—he’s seeking for a sign of life from you because you’re usually getting up around this time to greet him. No matter what, you always seem to know when he returns—yet you aren’t leaving your room. There’s no light emitting from the hall nor underneath the doors, and fuck, it’s eating at him. Something is wrong—and what the fuck is it? Simon stands there for a moment, turning his head to watch the blue light blinking on the electric kettle. He watches it blink slowly as he tries to rack his brain for what could be wrong—maybe those shoes are someone else’s, but he could just have a stern conversation with you about it later. Maybe you came back from drinking with friends—no, if that was the case, he knows for a fact your belongings would be everywhere, maybe even a spilled glass of water in the kitchen. He’s had to clean that up a couple of times.

He raises his wrist and pulls up his sleeve a bit to look at his digital watch; it’s nearly 0400 now. Simon puts his hands on the counter, leaning his body weight against it. Did something happen at work, maybe that’s why it feels off? You’ve always had a commanding presence like he has, so maybe— “Fuck.” Simon hisses quietly, hooking a finger into the strap of his black face mask and he rips it off, tossing it without care onto the counter. He leans forward and checks the kettles timer for a second, and then he’s walking towards the hall. Simon passes by his room and he walks up to yours, and he tries to turn the doorknob to peak in to check on you, but—it’s locked? Simon lets out a harsh breath before trying the door again, and yeah, it’s locked. Simon swears under his breath and he knocks on the door, his stomach twisting and turning. Something is wrong, very very wrong, very fucking wrong—

You unlock the door and you open it just enough for you to peak out, and you use your phone flashlight to shine it in Simon’s face. He squints and puts his hand up, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Hey—you locked your door.” He points out quietly, and you’re just staring at him, your eyes wide and alert. Simon’s anxiety lessens, but your reaction doesn’t make it go away. “Y’alright?” Simon drawls out, his hand on the wood panel of the door. You let out a harsh breath and you let go of your phone, letting out a quiet, “Simon..” before you suddenly pull your door completely open, and you wrap your arms around his thick torso into a hug. Simon swears his heart jumps into his throat and then into his stomach, bouncing back into his chest because you hugged him. You two were never particularly touchy like that, maybe a fleeting touch here or two, usual drunken affection from you—but you barely ever hugged him like this, even when he returned from deployments. Your touch burns hot through his clothes, and he knows you wouldn’t touch him without asking, so when you do? He wraps an arm around you, his free arm resting on your shoulder. “Hey..” Simon breathes out, lost for words.

You don’t hold on long enough for the uncomfortable worry to creep up his spine just yet. You rip yourself away from him like he burned you, his hands falling to his sides. You offer a tight, weak smile—one that you could easily play off as a sign of fatigue. Simon’s breath stutters as he watches your hands linger near your chest in a subconscious defensive gesture, your fingers closing into a fist for a moment; as if you’re uncomfortable, almost overstimulated. Simon feels the way for the light switch and he flips it on, and your room looks normal—but you look.. off. You look a bit clammy, almost like you’re sick or bouncing off the walls with anxiety. His eyes flick to your fingers and the skin besides your thumbnail and your middle finger are picked to all hell, and you just.. don’t seem right. All of these.. signs, you’re showing are actually very subtle—he just notices everything about you. Simon knows what food you favor, what your favorite color is, what social situations what you tick, what makes you mad—he knows it all. “Three months went by slow,” You murmur, trying to start a conversation. Simon’s eyes narrow at you for a moment as he watches you back up to your bed; no, you don’t turn around, you back up. You don’t turn your back to Simon at all. Fuck. He watches you lift your mattress, causing him to lift an eyebrow. “They did,” Simon confirms. “What happened while I was gone?”

This wasn’t an unusual question for Simon to ask; but it had a completely different meaning to you this time. You feel your muscles tense as you grab something from under your mattress, and you put it back down. It glints from the overhead light in your bedroom—a.. pocket knife of some sort, a switchblade perhaps. Simon’s eyes narrow at how you pocket it oh so quickly into your pocket. “Nothing much,” You reply quickly, smoothing out your shirt. “Same old same old, work has been fine, uh..” You trail off for a moment, clearing your throat. “Look, let me take a shower—I’m sure you’re itching for something to eat, huh?” Simon watches you open your drawers and pick out some pants and a shirt. The knife comes to mind—why are you taking it with you? “I can make it myself.” Simon responds, his feet planted firmly where he had been standing the whole time. You shake your head and close the drawers once you collect your clothes.

“It’s tradition, Simon. I gotta.” You offer a stronger smile as you make your way towards the door, still avoiding showing your back towards him. Simon watches as you glance at your bedroom window before exiting your room, muttering a quiet “close the door when you leave”, which Simon obeys. He shuts the door with a click, and he watches you quickly scurry down the hall towards the bathroom. “Just let me shower first.” And with that, you step into the bathroom, close the door and you lock it before Simon can interject. He stands there for a moment, stunned. His chest tightens for a moment because you just felt so far away. You’ve created such unwanted distance—even as you’re not very touchy with him, you still bother him for every detail he’s willing to give up when he returns. You are constantly making jokes, inviting him into the kitchen when you’re about to make a welcome home meal—but this time? You were hiding in your room, locking your door, bringing a knife with you—in front of him. Did you think that could slip past him? Did something happen whilst he was gone, to cause you to bring it with you? Is it for self defense against something or someone?— Is it to use on yourself?

Simon feels his stomach turn at his thoughts. He shakes his head and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He walks past the bathroom, his footsteps stuttering for a moment in front of the door before he presses his lips into a thin line, returning to the kitchen to make himself some tea, the electric kettle had beeped long ago.

The next late morning, not much was different. Simon only slept a few hours, three or four—as per usual, he still woke up before you. He threw on a pair of sweatpants, and a black hoodie. He made his tea, made you a cup of what you prefer to drink in the morning, and he made a light breakfast for you both. Despite being in the military for a while and relying on cooks as well as MRE’s to get through his days, Simon is a decent cook. He made himself some sausage and fried eggs, and he made a plate or a bowl of what you prefer to eat in the morning. Simon sighs for a moment as he glances at the time—around 1100, and you still haven’t emerged from your room which is odd, especially now that Simon just came back home. He takes a moment to look at his food, and he decides then and there he will drag you out if he has to. Simon scoops up his plate as well as your food, and he heads down the hall towards your room. With his hands full, Simon balances for a second as he gently kicks the door as a way to knock, and then he stands on both of his feet again. “Oi, wake up!” Simon shouts, leaning close to the door to listen for your movement.

It takes a good minute and when Simon is about to knock again; he hears your doorknob unlock and you peak out the door, your eyes wide and alert again, although it’s obvious you had just woken up. You seem to relax when your tired mind’s gears turn and you realize it’s just Simon. You open your door wider and you rub your eye, and he spots the knife in your hand, partially obscured by the door. “Mm, sorry. I overslept.” You say, your voice heavy with sleep, vibrating in your chest. Simon makes a noncommittal noise before holding out your food, which you stare at for a moment you take it, your lips twitching into a weak smile. “Thanks, Simon.” He waits a few seconds, and you nearly shut your door on him.

Thanks, Simon. That’s all??

“Can I eat in your room wit’you?” Simon gruffs out, feeling sudden determination from this weird act you have going on. You blink for a moment and then you nod. “Just give me a sec.” You murmur. You shut the door in his face and he hears you shuffling about, moving something—sounds like your mattress. Are you putting your knife away??—and then you open your door, gesturing for Simon to walk into your room. Surely you don’t think you can hide this type of thing from him of all people, right? Why are you hiding it from him?

Simon enters your room, and you close the door behind him. You never used to do that—“What happened?” Simon stares at you for an answer, watching your face contort in a bit of confusion. You don’t say anything at first, and when you were about to open your mouth, Simon speaks. “I mean this in the nicest way possible—do ya take me f’a wanker?” Your jaw drops for a moment, your eyebrows furrowing. “What? No, of course not, Simon. Nothing happened, I’m not sure why—“

“Don’t,” Simon interrupts, putting his plate of food on your dresser. “Something has happened, and you’re lyin’ to me. You’re jumpy, you’re carryin’ a blood knife around, lovie—don’t think you can get that past me—and you won’t turn your back on me.” His lips press into a line as he watches your shoulder hunch up a bit, in an all too familiar defensive, tense position. The pit in Simon’s stomach begins to grow as you avert your eyes from, too. “You are barely talkin’ when you bloody damn near talk my ear off when I come home—you said, ‘Thanks, Simon.’ Not an over the top reaction about me doing something for th’both of’us, not a invite in, and last night—you’ve been locking your door.” You put your food down near yourself, and Simon catches the way your fingers are trembling. “I.. I’m allowed to lock my door, Simon. You don’t need to question me.” You say, attempting to hold a steady voice which barely works, your voice nearly cracking on the last word. Your heart is racing out of your chest and all you want to do is bolt at the door; which Simon catches on to. You watch him as he slowly begins to step in front of the door. “You tell me everything—even how your damn showers go. Why won’t you tell me this?” He demands, and his heart is pounding against his ribcage, too.

He watches your face contort into several different emotions and feelings; panic, sadness, anger, relief—the whole nine yards. Simon walks towards you when you begin to sob, and you sit down on your bed to avoid collapsing. His chest tightens as he murmurs name, wondering if he went too far. You reach your hands for him and not for one second does Simon hesitate this time. He wraps his arms around you, sitting right next to you on your mattress, your thighs touching together. He reaches up and rubs the nape of your neck as you openly sob and shutter into the crook of his neck and in his arms. His skin burns from your heat seeping into his clothes, a lively warmth that burns so hot but he welcomes so much more than he remembers that he used to. Your tears are hot, burning his skin with every drop that slides onto his neck, but he welcomes the sensation. “It’s alright, lovie. Let it out.” Simon murmurs, one of his arms tugging your body closer to his. He holds you in almost protective stance, like someone is threatening to drag you away from his grasp. You grab at the back of his hoodie, your chest beginning to heave. “Mm, no, c’mere; look at me, yeah?” Simon beckons you, his voice smooth and soft—which is extremely rare. Simon cups your cheek and lifts your head from where it rests in the crook of his neck, his hand instantly getting covered in the wetness of your tears that are streaming down your cheeks. You inhale sharply as you try to look at Simon, your eyes unfocused and you try so hard to focus on his pretty brown eyes, but you can’t seem to get ahold of yourself. You let out a panicked sob as your hand now tug on the front of his hoodie, and his voice is so far away, but his hand is molding to the curve of your jaw, like it belongs there.

You shut your eyes for a moment and you let Simon move you around as he wants, which he ends up guiding your head to his chest, and his grip loosens some so you don’t feel trapped. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, to catch your bearings; you can hear a faint ringing sound that you didn’t notice before, but you do note it’s slowly fading away, and in fades is Simon’s voice. He’s murmuring praises—and oh, he’s laying against the headboard of your bed frame now, with you laying on his chest. You feel yourself trembling against him, and embarrassment hits you hard. You’re tense—you don’t want to talk about any of it at all, but you know Simon. He will push you until you snap, even if it’s in your best interest to tell him. You reach up and play with a hoodie string of his, listening to his soft breathing. You hesitate for a moment before your lips part. “It was a week after you left.” Simon’s heart skips a beat, which you hear—you vaguely find it amusing, but he’s silent to allow you to continue. One of his hands is on your back, his thumb moving back and forth. “I..” You swallow spit so you don’t croak, as you’re convinced you might sound pathetic. As if Simon would ever think of you that way. “I was walking home from the pub, y’know, the one only just a few blocks away? It was late at night, I think the police said it was around 2 am. I stayed until closing, I was with some of my friends, uh..” You trail off for a moment, trying to recall everything that happened. Your hand pauses, and Simon senses your state. He begins to rub your back full on, murmuring, “It’s alright. Go on, then.”

You let out a shaky breath before continuing. “I was absolutely wasted, and there was this guy—grabbed me and I tried to get out of his hold, but he ended up fucking stabbing me. Robbed me of my shit.” Your voice cracks and the silence is deafening. Simon feels his heart drop into his stomach. You got stabbed? “Fuckin’ hell.. Why didn’t you call me? Or at least let me know?” Simon’s voice treats carefully, knowing that you’re still freaking out by the way you’re incredibly tense against him. “I know how important your focus is when you’re gone,” You respond, your voice staying quiet as well. You don’t look at Simon’s face because you know that you’ll break once again. You pick at the fabric of his hoodie, seeking comfort in his warmth, despite how you usually aren’t like this with him. “I didn’t want to take your focus because I know you, Simon. You would’ve backed out of whatever you were trying to do to come and help me.” Simon presses his lips into a thin line, staying quiet because you both know that you’re correct. Simon would drop everything to come home to you, to help you. “The guy nicked my lung, was in the hospital for a while.” Simon’s hand stutters for a moment, the smooth pattern of his palm rubbing your back being interrupted from shock. “Jesus—“ Simon hisses, and he can’t help but tug you closer. “You should’ve told me anyway, lovie.”

You sniffle and you rub your face into his hoodie, a muffled noncommittal noise coming from the back of your throat. He doesn’t say anything further, nor do you. Simon lays there with you on top of him, one of his hands caressing your back, the other wrapped around your body, sometimes coming up to rub the back of your neck. You don’t mention the way he doesn’t seem to tell you to move, and he doesn’t mention how touchy you’re being. Simon doesn’t want this moment to end—one where you’re vulnerable and trusting with him, one where you’re alive and well. He can’t help but wonder if he ever made you feel like you couldn’t tell him something? Simon feels simmering, muffled anger in his stomach because you didn’t want to interrupt his work for being stabbed, nicking a vital organ no less—he makes a mental note to sit you down and make you promise to call him if an issue or an injury like that ever arises again. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to push away what would happen if you didn’t do that—if that guy were to come back to try to finish the job and Simon wasn’t here, would you call him? Would you pick up your phone and dial his number? Would you text him? What if you got hurt again—would you call him?—Or would the hospital? He always imagined you’d be getting the call of his death, and not the other way around. Simon swears under his breath for a moment and opens his eyes; he doesn’t want to think about that anymore. He wants to stay in this moment with you—both himself and you alive. He glances down, your tear stained cheeks slowly drying, your eyelids closed. His fingers slide from the nape of your neck to the side, and he presses his fingers against your pulse.

Being here with you—he wants you to trust him, too; like he trusts you. That’s all he wants.

tag: @zzzennin

“Fuck, fuck, shit.” Simon cursed as he ran to the kitchen. He’d lost track of time again, and in the process, burnt the chicken that was supposed to be your dinner for the night.

How did you always make cooking look so effortless? Simon could recall in the dozen times he’d watched you cook for him, how you’d dance around the kitchen with your beautiful head in the clouds.

He sighed deeply before throwing out the chicken, frustrated with himself that he couldn’t cook a single dish right today. He’d been in the kitchen all day trying various recipes, and ended up wasting nearly your entire fridge of food in his attempts.

Simon ran a hand through his hair, frowning as he now had nothing planned for tonight, and had a little over an hour until you’d come home. You’d had a long week, and he figured the least he could do for you was to make you dinner.

With seemingly no other options, Simon decided to go with his last resort- takeout. He’d remembered you said that you wanted to try the new diner down the road, so he quickly dialed the restaurant and ordered something he was sure you’d like, including your favorite bottle of wine.

~

With ten minutes to spare, Simon raced through the front door, and began to set up the kitchen table for your arrival. He set out your favorite candles, poured each of you a size-able amount of wine, and out the food from the takeout containers, setting it all neatly on the table.

Upon hearing the click of the front door, Simon quickly put the finishing touches on the table, before making his way over to you- his eyes softening as they landed on your tired frame. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You looked up at your boyfriend, your foul mood immediately forgotten upon looking at the shy smile lining his lips. “Hey, Si.”

Simon walked over to you, grabbing your coat from you and placed it on the back of the couch. He turned back to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pressing another kiss to your nose. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved.” You groaned, grabbing Simons outstretched hand and following him into the kitchen.

You felt tears tricking the corners of your eyes as you took in the sight of the table Simon had prepped for you. You looked over at him, and found him wearing a proud expression. “Oh, Simon you didn’t have to-.”

“Don’t even finish that thought. Just sit, and eat, yeah?” He gestured to your chair, which he held out for you. You giggled slightly as you sat in your chair, and looked down at the food in front of you.

“This looks incredible, Si.” You said in awe, before placing the napkin in your lap.

“I’ll certainly say you make dinner look like a breeze. I uh..didn’t have the easiest time with what to do for tonight.” Simon chuckled, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

“Oh my god, this is amazing. You cooked this yourself?” You asked, your eyes practically rolling in the back as you took a bite of the food.

He was going to tell you, he honestly was, but with the way you were looking up at him in complete admiration had Simons heart melting, and before he knew what he was doing, he was nodding at you with the biggest smile on his face. “Yeah, ‘s nothin.”

“Nothing my behind. You’ll be Chef Riley from now on this house. This is incredible, all of it. Thank you.” You praised, practically beaming up at your boyfriend.

Simon felt his cheeks burn red at your praise as he continued to eat, occasionally stealing glances at you throughout dinner.

Conversation flowed naturally between the two of you as you finished eating, and Simon could see the weight of the day visibly leaving your shoulders as you began to relax into your chair.

Simon stood and bent down to place a lingering kiss to your lips, causing you to moan softly against him. You sighed deeply before pulling away from him. “I should help you clean this up.”

“Don’t worry about clean up, love, that’s my job come mornin’. You’re my priority right now.” He spoke, as he looped his arm underneath your thighs and began to carry you bridal style toward the bedroom. “Be a good pup and let me take care of you.”

~

You, of course, would never mention the takeout containers you found in the trash can the next morning - after all, “Chef Riley” did have a nice ring to it.

Task force 141 found out about your soft spots

Summary: You’re one of the members in the taskforce, and you’re one of the more quiet, self-reserved and stoic soldiers among them. They didn’t mind since they respected your personal space, but at some point, they saw just a glimpse of your rather different, softer side. a/n: I’ve had this idea in mind for a long time and just wanted to get this out there, English is not my main language so I apologize for any mistakes along the way! This is also my first fic so feedbacks are appreciated :] Tags: incorrect military terms/training, fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, x gn!reader, reader's text is in purple Part 2 is out! PLEASE DO NOT RESHARE MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION 

Captain John Price

You were on a mission with Price in another city, stalking and trailing the target, when suddenly the target decided to take a turn and entered a cafe. With the captain’s signal, both of you followed and took a spot in one of the corners in the warm, bustling cafe. It was a perfect atmosphere; the cafe was not necessarily noisy, but the number of people and music were busy enough for you and your captain to stay hidden and blend in well. You kept a keen eye on the target, noticing that he was in the queue and, so far, not presenting any signs of danger or threats. The captain gave your foot a nudge as he diverted your attention to the young waitress beside the table that you didn’t notice. "Hi! What would you like to order?" The waitress spoke in the local language that you didn't understand, but you knew she was most likely trying to take an order with the way she held a small notepad and a pen. You gave a small nod as you glanced at Captain for a moment, who was also reading the menu. You do the same, only frowning slightly as you couldn't read anything as well, and because you wanted to get this over with, you randomly pointed at one item to the waitress as she smiled and jotted down your order.

When the waitress walked away, you followed the captain’s gaze on the target; it seemed that he was still in line. You're slightly confused but relieved that the target remains in sight. Not long after, the drinks ordered previously arrived, but your eyes remained fixated on the sketchy figure. It wasn't until the Captain cleared his throat that you broke your gaze and stared down at the table. You froze slightly at the sight before you.

You watched a little wiggle action of the foam on top of what you assume is coffee before you. Except it's not the normal flat latte art kind of foam, but a huge bear foam with a cute face drawn with chocolate. You blink once, then twice before releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding.

This is so cute!! 

You thought to yourself internally as you felt yourself smiling, before realising the situation at hand as you snapped your head towards the captain, hoping he didn't see you, and to your relief, his eyes were still glued to the target. You take this opportunity to slowly take out your phone and take a quick picture of the drink before doing the same and observing the target again. As soon as you do, the target made its move and headed to the exit, which made the both of you follow promptly, seemed like he had a bag as well which was definitely not good news. You were a bit disappointed that you were not given the chance to try the cute drink, but you know you have a job to do, so you just hope that perhaps you can take a closer look again at the coffee later on your phone.

What you didn’t know was how the Captain noticed the change in your demeanour when you spotted the drink; he honestly wasn't expecting much from you, thinking you might just ignore it. But he saw from the corner of his eyes just how your eyes widen slightly, how they are shining when you realize what you ordered, and the way your cheeks had a shade of pink on it as you smile. He rarely gets to see you smile, and he found it endearing to think a cold soldier like you has a liking for cute things. He smiled internally as he noticed how you took the photo sneakily when you thought he wasn’t looking.

He made a mental note to bring you to a cafe he knows that have those famous latte art drinks after the mission, just to see you smile like that again.

John Soap MacTavish

The military base has decided to bring in military working dogs to aid in the next mission, which involves scouting and detection for drug detection at the port, where secret drug trafficking from a certain group of terrorists has been reported.  

"Soap, you’re assigned to Max and Judy; you’ll have to talk to Sergeant Sam about the training," the Captain says as he walks through the compound. You noticed how Soap seemed to tense slightly as he clenched his jaw; you also noticed how his breath hitched as he stared at the two German shepherds standing on the sides of the dog handler; you knew he had a bad history with canines in general when you stumbled upon his journal once; and seeing how uncomfortable he was, you decided to step up for the job.

"Captain, can I do it instead?" The captain glanced back, his beard shifting as he thinks for a moment before nodding and giving you permission. Soap stared at you upon hearing your voice and gave you an apologetic yet grateful look as he breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Aye thanks… Let me know if yae ever need something from meh in the future."

He watched as you gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder as you nodded. Unbeknownst to him, you actually own a German Shepherd yourself, and you’re very much a dog person, and you’re excited to start the training with the military dogs. He stood on the side as you approached the two dogs, nodding along to the instructions given by Sam. As you bent down and extended your hand out, the two dogs gave a few sniffs before finally warming up to you, with their tails wagging as they circle your body. He’s impressed with how friendly you seem with animals, and you were natural with the dogs.

After the training, he went around looking for you as he held a bottle of ice-cold mineral water, hoping that he could give it to you since you were training heavily under the hot, blazing sun. As he turned a corner, right behind the shed, he heard a few barks. He softened his steps as he leant in and took a peek behind the wall, and he was glad he did.

Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Come here! Oooh, such a big boy are you? You did such a great job with me just now~ oh! No wait wait- aH-!

He watched with a grin as he took in the image before him. You, giggling and rolling on the floor as the dogs lick and nuzzle your face and neck, having fun and relaxing with the dogs. He would almost forget that they were military dogs, and yet, with you? They looked domestic. On top of that, he has never heard you laugh or speak like this before; sure, you were using a baby voice and all as you cooed the dog, but he didn’t care because you have the softest yet brightest giggle, a stark contrast to your usual stoic self. He left after watching you for a while, smiling as he walked away to let you have your moments with the doggies. Next time, he’ll definitely want to join you in the training if it means getting to see this side of you more often. 

Kyle Gaz Garrick 

You groan as you sit on the passenger side as Gaz drives the Jeep. It was almost 9.30 pm as you were both ordered to buy a few furniture pieces, tables, and chairs specifically as an emergency thanks to Soap breaking them when he was messing around earlier.

"Why can’t we buy it tomorrow?"

Gaz asks as he, too, frowns and crosses his arms as a yawn escapes his mouth.

"We have a meeting with the other members from London tomorrow, and we can’t make them sit on the floor now, can we?"

Captain replied with a sigh as he frowned; he too was tired and annoyed with the situation, but he has a point. Gaz has asked you for help since the furniture needs to be carried, and you followed along (not without silently complaining).

The day has been terrible for you, it seems like bad luck was looming around your shoulders in every moment. Just this morning, you stubbed your toe and you couldn’t find your left sock, then sprained your shoulder slightly during the sparring session with Ghost. Not only that, the sandwiches that you always order for dinner were out of stock, so overall, you’re not having the best day. But who can you blame? You just decided to suck it up as you nod and follow Gaz. 

After parking a spot in IKEA, both of you decided to split up to find the respective wood and parts of the tables and chairs that, thankfully, the details of them have been sent to you by the Captain, so that the process can be faster before the store closes for the night. You sigh as you place the last part of the table in the trolley, crossing off the last serial number and name. You walk towards the place that Gaz told you to meet up with before stopping when you walk past the kid's section.

There it is, in all its glory: Djungelskog and the other notable plushies in the corner. Truth be told, you actually own two Blåhaj (they're in your house) and a baby Blåhaj in the quarters. You’re a big fan of plushies, especially the ones from IKEA and Miniso. You just haven't saved up enough cash to bring the big brown bear home. You take a step, then another, inching closer to the tray, until you’re right in front of the bear. You glanced around to make sure no one is around before you gently pick up the bear, thankful that there weren't many people in the first place due to the late hour. Without a second thought, you gave in and squish your face into its tummy as you give a big sigh and hug it tightly, smiling to yourself as you feel the stress dissolving away. Something about burying yourself in the soft cushion of cotton is healing for you; it gives you a safe, warming feeling, and it reminds you of the comfort that you never got much of as a kid.

You gave it a few more squeezes before finally parting ways with the bear, softly nudging its nose a few times as you whispered softly:

I swear I’ll come and bring you home next time I come.

You smile and place the bear back in its original position, glancing at it one last time as you spot Gaz in the distance, then swiftly push the trolley towards him. Gaz pays for the parts, and both of you head to the car. You get ready in your seat and fasten the seatbelt before Gaz speaks up.

"Oh, I forgot something. Give me a sec"

You haven’t even had the chance to ask back as he bolted back into IKEA. What did he forget? All the parts have been bought, and the store is nearing its closing time as well, but whatever it is, you waited patiently.

Maybe it's because of the long day, but as you rested your head on the window, you dozed off while you were waiting and didn’t wake up until you heard the driver's side car door open.

"Sorry it took awhile, we’ll go back now"

You nod sleepily as you murmur. "What did you forget?"

"Oh, don't worry about it", Gaz replies as he presses the gas pedal and promptly drives back to the base. You didn’t question further; you figured he probably needed something himself.

You went straight to bed after dropping off the equipment for Soap and Ghost to handle, immediately passing out as you landed on the soft bed.

The next morning, you were getting ready for the day as you stretched, satisfied that at least the sleep last night was good enough. As you open the door, a soft material lands in your room with a soft “umph” sound, you immediately look down cautiously, and that's when you see it.

Djungelskog, with its head tilted to your side as its fluffy hand remains on its tummy, on your floor. You were confused, and frankly, you were not awake enough to fully comprehend what just happened. But once you connected the dots, you smiled to yourself as you lifted the bear up and hugged it.

You make sure to buy Gaz something next time as a thank you.

Simon Ghost Riley

The day was mundane; after a few gruelling missions, the task force had many reports to do. You’ve opted to do them in one of the empty meeting rooms; you liked doing work in these rooms more than facing the concrete wall of your own quarters. At least here, the table was wide and it was fairly quiet; sometimes Ghost will join you as he feels the same. You enjoy his presence because, unlike the rest of the group, he is one of the few people you like spending time with in silence. Today was no different.

The hours go by quickly with the room filled with nothing but paper shuffling and turning pages. You sigh as you place down your pen and give a big stretch, deciding to take a break as you stand and move towards the door. The big man himself also follows along; you don’t question it; you figured he might need a break too.

As you walked away from the room, you decided to go to the bathroom. You passed by the training hall as you overheard the Captain and Laswell talking over some topics for the upcoming mission, but something caught your attention.

"....My wife brought cheesecake; it's in the fridge…."

Your ears perked up to the sound of cake; you haven’t had any dessert recently, and you do like cheesecake. You make a mental note to take a trip to the mess hall after using the bathroom, hoping to have a slice yourself.

As you make your way to the fridge silently, you approach the kitchen and let out a soft sigh of relief when the place is empty. You slowly open the door of the fridge as you poke your head in and search for any sign of cake. You were about to give up when you couldn’t see any, but you jolted slightly when you felt a pat on your shoulder. You quickly turn around, only to be met by Ghost again, with a plate in his hand. As you look at the plate, which has a slice of cheesecake, your eyes blink with hope as you slowly glance back at him. He gives you a nod as he hands you the plate, and you nod back as well with a smile, happy and grateful that he saved you a slice. You take a seat at one of the stools and grab a fork as you eat the cheesecake happily. Ghost leaned against the counter opposite you as he makes himself a cup of coffee. He watched silently as your mood seems to improve. Earlier, he saw how you stopped in your tracks when you overheard the conversation, how your eyelashes fluttered, and how your steps grew lighter. He immediately went to the kitchen when you head to the bathroom and managed to pry one last slice of Soap before he finished them, hoping to save you a piece when you come by later. As you take the first few bites with your eyes closed, you give a hum of approval as your shoulders drop. It’s not like the cheesecake was extremely good, but you can tell from the texture that it was homemade. You miss baking yourself; the last time you did it was with a roommate before you joined the military. You missed those silly moments as you clumsily mixed the ingredients and argued with your friend to stop adding too much sugar into the batter, or the time your friend made fun of you for baking the hardest brownies that can break cement if thrown at them. You also tend to have favouritism towards home-cooked stuff, no matter who made it; you always liked how the food tends to taste just slightly better. Is it because of comfort? Or the memories that flood your mind when you take in the smell? You honestly don't know; maybe it's both. Or maybe you like the thoughts and love people put into the meals when they cook. You were so lost in thought that you didn't realise you were swinging your feet idly on the stool. The stool was slightly taller than the regular one, and your legs barely touched the floor.

Ghost finds the view a bit charming—to see you relax and content over a slice of cake. It's not that he is complaining; he just never really saw you this comfortable before. He observes you silently and takes note of how you like to munch on your right cheek more than the left, making it puffy. He chuckles to himself when you start swinging your legs too. He's glad that he managed to snatch the last piece of cake, and perhaps in the near future, he’ll bring you some cake to share with you.

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"oh... careful."

asahi stops you before you can walk any further, lowering himself down to one knee before you. wordlessly, he pulls your undone shoelaces loose so that he can tie them properly. you watch as he pulls it tight, looking up at you for a second before he stands back up.

"there." he says. for a second, his eyes glimpse down to your lips, and then back to your eyes. he says nothing, though, and instead takes your hand. "sorry for stopping you--"

"its okay," you giggle, intertwining your fingers with his. quickly, you lean in to peck him on the cheek. "thank you for looking for me, honey."

no matter how long you've been together, asahi always gets flustered when you call him by a term of endearment. usually, you just call him by his name... but you like the way he smiles, squeezing your hand a little. he goes on talking about the museum he's taking you to, and you just smile, nodding along and asking questions, happy to see him excited.

Sorry if you have alot of other reqs but when you have time, may you write about haechan lifting his hand to fix his hair or something during an argument but you think he's going to hit you so you flinch but when he tries to comfort you, you walk away

"oh my god , get over it already , she didn't mean any harm." your boyfriend yelled , you guys had been arguing ever since you returned home from your night out with friends.

"haechan , are you serious , she was all over you , everyone at the table was uncomfortable." you argued back , haechans old childhood friend had returned and she joined you guys — of course you didn't mind it , you loved meeting his friends, but she made it real obvious that she didn't like you , nor did she respect your relationship.

ignoring you when you spoke , or talking over you , not to mention she wasn't even subtly with her flirting with haechan. "she is always like that , she's always been touchy." he said , not really seeing the point of your childish outburst. "haechan , you barely said anything to me tonight , and now your disregarding my feelings." he scoffed.

"is this because i didn't give you all my attention , goddamn it y/n you're acting like a child !" your eyes widened , he never raised his voice at you , knowing how in previous relationships your partners would often yell at you , he never wanted to feel like you did before.

"it's not about th— give it a fucking rest y/n !" you didn't even mean to , but when you saw his hand go up , it was just like muscles memory to step back , flinching.

"did you think i was going to hit you?" he said , letting his arms fall to his sides. "did you seriously think i was gonna hit you?" he moved closer you. "i would never hit you baby , i'm not him , i swear." he felt really bad , the way your eyes glassed over with tears.

"baby , please , please don't cry im sorry." he went to hug you , but you held your hand up , stopping him. "don't touch me." your voice was shaky , scared. "please just don't touch me." he didn't move , not wanting to make things worse.

"i'll go stay with a friend tonight , i don't want to be here right now." you got off the bed , grabbing your bag. "please don't go." you guys rarely fought like this , and even if you did , you never left , you always worked it out.

he could only watch you pack up your things , not saying anything, not even sparing him a glance before you walked out.

he seriously fucked up...

and everything has changed part 2 - dreamwastaken

word count 833 || part 1

You missed your Dream. Your Clay.

The one who would bring you home flowers with chocolate whenever you were feeling overwhelmed with work. The one who ran his hands through your hair whenever he could get the chance. The one who would sneakily steal little bites of your dinner, after saying he wasn't hungry. The one who would memorize your order at every restaurant you ever went to just in case your anxiety began acting up. The one who made sure you were always okay. Was that too much to ask?

Soon enough you placed yourself on the couch. Facing the back side of the couch, you hear someone walk through the front door.

"Honey I'm home!" Sapnap called out from the entryway. Taking off his shoes he moved into the living room. Sap glanced over seeing you laying down, he checked his phone before going to shake you awake.

"Wake up sleepy head, you're going to be late for work. I picked you guys' bagels on my way back here." Sapnap placed yours on top of your head, setting the others on the counter.

"I have the day off," You mumbled.

"Why aren't you sleeping in?"

It seems as though he and George had been oblivious to what was going on between you two.

"Can't."

"Why not? I can tell you're tired." So someone did notice. "Go cuddle with your boyfriend or something, I'm sure you'll fall right into a deep sleep."

You looked up at Sapnap, revealing your bloodshot eyes. "Dream told me that my whining and begging wasn't helping him with whatever he was doing," Your eyes began to water as you sat up, raising your voice. "Everything has changed Sapnap. He's different, and I don't know why, or what I did to make him act this way toward me."

"He said what?" Sapnap spoke with a mouth full of bagel.

"Can you guys keep it down I'm trying to sleep." Dream emerged from your shared bedroom.

You looked up at the man, biting your cheek in an attempt to keep your words in, failing of course. "Oh so now you want to sleep hm? As soon as I leave the goddamn room you think, 'Oh now would be a perfect time to sleep since my whinny partner left. They're not here to beg me for my attention or love on me as other pairs do.' Seriously Clay?"

"Can we not do this in front of Sapnap?"

"When else are we going to do it hm?" You stood up, setting your bagel on the coffee table. "You're always too busy with your online life Clay. I haven't had a real conversation with you in weeks. I-I don't even feel like I'm in a relationship anymore."

Dream walked down the stairs, shuffling his feet over to you. "Babe-"

You continued, "I went out the other night, the night that we were supposed to, I waited 45 minutes for you yet you never showed. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I started fucking crying, Clay. Some random guy came over and sat in front of me, asked me if I was okay, asked me questions, and walked me through my feelings. He made me feel more of a person than you have the past 6 months Clay."

"So you cheated on me?" Dream stepped back.

"That's all you took from that? Seriously? Not anything about my feelings or anything?" You slouched, sulking, looking down, and shaking your head. "I didn't cheat on you, I would never do that to somebody; especially someone who I care so much for."

You felt familiar arms wrapped around you, a hand going straight into your hair, forcing your head onto the familiar chest. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I love you, I do." Sniffles could be heard above your head. "I've been too busy wrapped up with my work and my feelings that I didn't even give myself time to think of yours."

Sapnap finished his bagel, "I'm gonna go stream now.." Sapnap grabbed his bottle of water and started sprinting up the stairs, Patches right on his tail.

Your tears soaked your boyfriend's t-shirt as he continued speaking. "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me y/n, I need you; I want you, along with this relationship."

That night you lay in your shared bed, arms and legs tangled together. Finally warm, finally not having to pile pillows on top of each other, and finally, no longer scared of some monster that would crawl up and scare you while sleeping on your side. And to top it all off, a cup of coffee/tea right beside you on the table.

How would the svt members react to you catching them jacking off before you two reached that intimacy level yet?

seungcheol: he’d cover himself with a pillow or a shirt, whatever’s in reach, and apologize for potentially making you uncomfortable.

jeonghan: “i mean this was bound to happen at some point”

joshua: shoves his dick back in his pants and stands up immediately, brushing himself off like nothing had happened as the tips of his ears turn bright red with embarrassment

jun: the shock from your entrance and the mere sight of you would cause him to lose focus and he’d instantly cum all over himself before either of you can get a word out

soonyoung: invites you to join. the man has no shame.

wonwoo: squeezes his dick so hard to stop himself from cumming that he accidentally hurts himself in the process and you have to get ice for his… new injury

jihoon: “i was thinking about you, i swear! wait- fuck, i hope you don’t think that’s weird.”

seokmin: screams and begs you to leave the room because he’s so mortified. doesn’t text you for three days until one of the other guys bullies him into it, telling him to get over it before you move on to someone else.

mingyu: offers to give you a little show but only if you’re comfortable with it of course

minghao: panics and slams the door in your face, only to realize how much of a jerk he must seem like, so he’d yank open the door again, dick still out, and beg you to forgive him.

seungkwan: could honestly see him start to cry out of embarrassment. you’d have to console him for the next half an hour.

vernon: super casual about it. “oh shit, i didn’t think you were coming over until later, sorry.”

chan: “this isn’t what it looks like! okay, it’s exactly what it looks like.”

the moment that empties your head

seungcheol: when he wakes you up on accident while carrying you to bed and whispers lovingly to wait a moment, that you’ll feel the mattress’ comfort soon as if his arms aren’t enough

jeonghan: when he leans into your palm and his eyes close beneath the comfort of your proximity

joshua: when he ties your hair back and the urge to tighten the ponytail doesn’t come— isn’t necessary

jun: when he smiles into a kiss

soonyoung: when he’s asleep beside your reading self, his hand finds some part of you, and the crease between his brows fades

wonwoo: when he takes your hand while walking home and his thumb rubs circles against your skin

jihoon: when he disappears into the darkness of his closet to gather clothes for you to sleep in and he stands in his bedroom for a moment before excusing himself, suddenly stuttering at the thought of your bare skin

seokmin: when he laughs so hard he falls into you and you’re enveloped by his warmth, by his aliveness, and his bliss embraces you

mingyu: when he asks you to stand up so he can take your seat before patting his lap. you fall asleep with your head against his chest ba dum ba dum ba dum

minghao: when he told you to close your eyes and relax because you can trust him before cutting your bangs

seungkwan: when he calls you back to say he loves you and you can tell he stepped away— gained distance from the loud evening so you could hear him properly

hansol: when he wrapped an arm around you from behind before guiding your back into his chest as the platform crowded while waiting for the train

chan: when his eyebrows furrowed across the dinner table and he mouthed are you ok because you hadn’t eaten a thing. he’d excuse himself to heat up the broth he brought and stuck in the fridge upon arriving because he tracks your period and knows you’ve hit the ten days of doom

Balcony Chats

George Memeulous X Reader

summary - You go to a party for Aria but you leave with a new friend (and his hoodie).

warnings - swearing?

request -Hey, would it be possible to have a fluffy george imagine thankyouuu

a/n - it wouldn’t let me upload a george gif :(

masterlist + request info

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Aria had invited you to a party, one held by her boyfriend’s friend. You had only met her boyfriend, James, on a few occasions so the fact you were at this party was confusing you. 

You and Aria walked in and the two of you were immediately separated which scared you. Aria had been pulled away by a girl you didn’t know which meant you were now in this unfamiliar flat with no one to talk to.

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Heyyy, could i request a Five x reader where she works in a coffee shop he really likes ( he likes the coffee and the worker 😏) and just flirty scenes with five and reader. Oh and maybe a sprinkle of the siblings teasing five for having a crush

OH OF COURSE!! i didn’t see this one!! Coming right up! Requests: open

I might make a part 2 i dont know lmk.

Paring: Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Five Hargreeves liked planning his day out. He hated when it didn’t go right, and sadly, being him. That’s most of his days. But, when he planned to go to the lil cafe a round the corner. He was not expecting to see a new Barista. He took a liking to your appearance instantly. He loved the way your eyes were so focused, your teeth chewing on the bottom half of your lip. He took his normal spot on the counter and you looked at him. ‘Hello! What can I get for ya?’, you smiled at him. You instantly put all your attention to him. He had an amazing jaw line and was generally very handsome. ‘Coffee please, Black.’ He said, he caught your eyes and his breath hitched. ‘Coming right up for ya, sir.’ You replied and gave him a smirk that fit your face perfectly. He had a bit of a blush appear on his face at what you called him. You turn around to make his coffee and he just looks at you. Once you turn around he mustered up courage to talk to you. ‘Thanks, er, are you new here?’ He asked after taking a sip of his coffee. ‘Why? Is it that bad?’, you tease and raised one eyebrow and smiled. ‘No, that’s not it, I come here everyday, I’ve never seen you around.’ He replied, you hum and move your left hand to hold your face up, ‘Yes, I am. My names [Name]. Nice to meet you uh-‘, you look at him. And he caught on and cleared his throat. ‘Hargreeves. Five Hargreeves.’ He said and he held his hand out for a handshake. You accepted and shook his hand. ‘I’m honored to meet you Hargreeves.’ You grin and his lips curved up ever so slightly. He drank his coffee and then paid for it. ‘Leaving so soon?’ You frown and looked at him. ‘I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t your fret, sweetheart.’ He hummed and walked out of the coffee shop, a small bit of swagger trailing after his strut.

sober enough | five hargreeves x f!reader

synopsis: you, luther and diego find five drunk. the three of you proceed to take him back to diego's, where... things... happen between you and five.

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, vomiting, making out.

word count: 1635

a/n: old draft<3

"well, we can't go back to the house," said luther, who was carrying a drunk five. you and diego walked alongside him. five was holding onto that stupid mannequin, which unfortunately for you, he seemed to adore. "it's not secure. those psychopaths could come back at any moment."

"my place is closer. no one will look for him there," said diego, just as five let out a burp. luther looked down at him with disgust apparent on his face.

"if you vomit on me..."

five ignored him and started rambling. "you know what's funny? aah! i'm going through puberty." he scoffs. "huh. twice. and i... i drank that whole bottle didn't i? that's what you do when the wold you love goes bye-bye. poof, it's gone."

he paused for a second before looking at luther. "what are you guys talking about?"

"two masked intruders attacked the academy last night," you said, frowning. 

"they came looking for you," said diego, in an upbeat tone, before narrowing it down. "so I need you to focus. what do they want?"

"hazel and cha-cha," mumbled five, his words slightly slurred.

"hazel and who now?" you asked, bewildered. 

"you know I hate code names," sighed luther.

"ah, the best of the best," said five, matter-of-factly. he smiled, his dimples showing. "except me of course."

"the best of what?" you asked, growing more and more annoyed as he kept on hugging the mannequin to his chest. dorothy, or whatever her name was. five snapped his head backwards to look at you, as if he only just realised that you were there. 

he gave you a drunken smirk. "hey there, darling. you're pretty. wanna date?" your annoyance immediately melted as he stared at you with those captivating eyes of his. 

you decided to play along. "hmm, I don't know," you said, pretending to think about it. "what if i'm interested in someone else?" 

"well, he doesn't have to know," said five, hiccupping then giving you a flirtatious wink.

"hey!" snapped diego. 

five diverted his gaze to him. "hm? yeah?"

"i need you to focus and stop flirting with y/n. what do this hazel and cha-cha want?" said Diego, enunciating each word. five didn't reply, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his face. "we just wanna protect you."

the smile dropped off of five's face. "protect me. i don't need your protection, diego. do you have any idea how many people i've killed?" he said. "no. i'm the four frickin' horsemen. the apocalypse is coming."

he then proceeded to vomit on the ground behind luther.

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luther laid five on the bed as diego set delores on the chair gently. you glared at him and hit his shoulder. 

he looks at you with a jolt. "ow! what was that for?"

"don't be gentle with that thing! drop the bitch down so it hurts," you said, eyeballing the mannequin. 

he scoffs. "someone's jealous of a piece of plastic."

"i am not!" you said defensively. "it just annoys the shit outta me."

he rolls his eyes at you and walks over to where luther was standing next to the bed. you followed him. five was on the bed, asleep, snoring gently. he looked... peaceful. you internally melted at how cute he looked asleep. 

you took this chance to grab a few wipes and went over to the sleeping boy to wipe his mouth from any lingering bile. you couldn't help but notice how soft and inviting his lips looked, and you quickly shook your head, throwing the wipes in the bin.

"funny. if I didn't know he was such a prick, i'd say he looks almost adorable in his sleep," said diego. 

"almost? he is adorable, sleeping or not," you said, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him and brushing the strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. 

"well, don't worry," said luther, turning to diego. "he'll sober up eventually. be back to his normal, unpleasant self."

"yeah, i can't wait that long," said diego, walking over to his desk. "i need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies."

you were about to respond when you heard a thump from above you. you looked up, sceptically. 

'what was that?' you thought.

"all that stuff he was saying before..." continued luther. another thump came from overhead, and this time you saw that diego had heard it as well. he looked at you and you gave him an 'i don't know' look. "what do you think he meant by that?"

diego held up a hand to silence him, as he strained his ears. you stood up carefully and grabbed a knife from a shelf that was lying around. you all heard footsteps approaching and luther quickly caught on.

diego also pulled out a knife and walked up the stairs towards the door. you followed him slowly, there to back him up in case something happened. suddenly, diego yanked open the door and raised his knife when-

"you throw another one of those goddamn knives at me, i'm pressin' charges!" shouted a rough voice. diego visibly relaxed and opened the door more. 

"what do you want, al?" 

you sighed and walked away back to the bed, putting the knife down as a short and tubby man entered the room. you zoomed out of the ongoing conversation between diego and al, sitting back down on the bed next to five.

the sudden urge to hold his hand came over you and you gently took hold of it. it was warm, and his hand was surprisingly soft. you gently caressed the back of his hand with your thumb, as you let your gaze wander over his face, you're heart thumping in your chest. beating for the boy in front of you.

"what are you doing to me, five?" you whispered. 

you were brought back to current conversation when al said, "uh, she said she found your brother." 

he left and diego looked at five, then at you and luther, confused. "well, that didn't make sense."

you sighed. "He means klaus you idiot."

diego quickly rushed out the door. you looked at luther. "you go with him. i'll stay here with five," you urged. he nodded and quickly left, shutting the door behind him.

the sudden quietness made your ears ring gently as you looked back down at the boy next to you. you jumped and let go of his hand in surprise as you saw him staring back at you. you put a hand on your chest to calm your thumping heart. "jesus fucking christ you scared me."

he didn't say anything and instead sat up on the bed, still staring at you, before he spoke. "i think the question is, y/n, what are you doing to me?"

you blushed crimson from embarrassment. "you heard that?" 

"does it really matter?" he asked, shifting closer to you, causing you to lean back so you're back was resting on the board at the foot of the bed. he put his arms on either side of you on the board, leaning closer to you. he moved his head to the side so that his lips were next to your ear.

your heart rate sped up at how close the boy was to you, and your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. 

"five, what-"

"do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he whispered, moving his head down and feathering his lips gently over your jaw. 

'what is he doing?' you thought, desperately, your heart feeling as if it was about to beat out of your chest.

"you're not sober, five," you whispered, putting your hands on his chest. 

he moved his head so that he was looking directly into your eyes. he was so close, you could discern every single detail on his gorgeous face. 

"trust me, darling. i'm sober enough." 

he grabbed the back of your neck gently and captured your lips with his in a passionate kiss. your eyes widened as you felt his warm lips on yours. they were soft, and tasted like coffee... black, but sweet, with a hint of alcohol, intoxicating you further. his hand on the back of your neck slowly crept up to bury itself in your hair. 

as the kiss got more intense, he pulled you closer so that his body was pressed up against yours. your arms that were still resting on his chest grasped at the lapels of his blazer, pulling him closer, and you kissed him back with just as much passion. a groan came from his throat, as your tongues danced together, igniting a fire inside your stomach. you had never felt like this before, and it was as if five had some kind of strong power over you, making you feel like this.

like you could take on the world for him.

eventually, your lungs screamed for air, and you had to pull away, panting heavily. your cheeks were flushed red and your lips were swollen, hair messy from when he pulled on it. your lips were tingling from his touch and you kept your eyes closed as you tried to stop your mind from going into overdrive. you heard five breathing heavily and you couldn't resist peeking your eyes open to take a look at him. 

your heart nearly stopped beating.

his cheeks were also flushed, his lips also slightly swollen and he was staring at you with such intensity, you gulped. he smirked at you and leaned closer again. "i told you. i'm sober enough."

you bit back a smile, and took a deep breath instead, trying to compose yourself. "uh, yeah, i can see that," you said, laughing nervously. 

"can you? or do you need me to show you again?" 

you felt a sudden boldness take over you and you took hold of his tie, looking at him mischievously. "hmm, maybe you should show me again."

"my pleasure."

sober enough | five hargreeves x f!reader

synopsis: you, luther and diego find five drunk. the three of you proceed to take him back to diego's, where... things... happen between you and five.

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, vomiting, making out.

word count: 1635

a/n: old draft<3

"well, we can't go back to the house," said luther, who was carrying a drunk five. you and diego walked alongside him. five was holding onto that stupid mannequin, which unfortunately for you, he seemed to adore. "it's not secure. those psychopaths could come back at any moment."

"my place is closer. no one will look for him there," said diego, just as five let out a burp. luther looked down at him with disgust apparent on his face.

"if you vomit on me..."

five ignored him and started rambling. "you know what's funny? aah! i'm going through puberty." he scoffs. "huh. twice. and i... i drank that whole bottle didn't i? that's what you do when the wold you love goes bye-bye. poof, it's gone."

he paused for a second before looking at luther. "what are you guys talking about?"

"two masked intruders attacked the academy last night," you said, frowning. 

"they came looking for you," said diego, in an upbeat tone, before narrowing it down. "so I need you to focus. what do they want?"

"hazel and cha-cha," mumbled five, his words slightly slurred.

"hazel and who now?" you asked, bewildered. 

"you know I hate code names," sighed luther.

"ah, the best of the best," said five, matter-of-factly. he smiled, his dimples showing. "except me of course."

"the best of what?" you asked, growing more and more annoyed as he kept on hugging the mannequin to his chest. dorothy, or whatever her name was. five snapped his head backwards to look at you, as if he only just realised that you were there. 

he gave you a drunken smirk. "hey there, darling. you're pretty. wanna date?" your annoyance immediately melted as he stared at you with those captivating eyes of his. 

you decided to play along. "hmm, I don't know," you said, pretending to think about it. "what if i'm interested in someone else?" 

"well, he doesn't have to know," said five, hiccupping then giving you a flirtatious wink.

"hey!" snapped diego. 

five diverted his gaze to him. "hm? yeah?"

"i need you to focus and stop flirting with y/n. what do this hazel and cha-cha want?" said Diego, enunciating each word. five didn't reply, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his face. "we just wanna protect you."

the smile dropped off of five's face. "protect me. i don't need your protection, diego. do you have any idea how many people i've killed?" he said. "no. i'm the four frickin' horsemen. the apocalypse is coming."

he then proceeded to vomit on the ground behind luther.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 

luther laid five on the bed as diego set delores on the chair gently. you glared at him and hit his shoulder. 

he looks at you with a jolt. "ow! what was that for?"

"don't be gentle with that thing! drop the bitch down so it hurts," you said, eyeballing the mannequin. 

he scoffs. "someone's jealous of a piece of plastic."

"i am not!" you said defensively. "it just annoys the shit outta me."

he rolls his eyes at you and walks over to where luther was standing next to the bed. you followed him. five was on the bed, asleep, snoring gently. he looked... peaceful. you internally melted at how cute he looked asleep. 

you took this chance to grab a few wipes and went over to the sleeping boy to wipe his mouth from any lingering bile. you couldn't help but notice how soft and inviting his lips looked, and you quickly shook your head, throwing the wipes in the bin.

"funny. if I didn't know he was such a prick, i'd say he looks almost adorable in his sleep," said diego. 

"almost? he is adorable, sleeping or not," you said, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him and brushing the strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. 

"well, don't worry," said luther, turning to diego. "he'll sober up eventually. be back to his normal, unpleasant self."

"yeah, i can't wait that long," said diego, walking over to his desk. "i need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies."

you were about to respond when you heard a thump from above you. you looked up, sceptically. 

'what was that?' you thought.

"all that stuff he was saying before..." continued luther. another thump came from overhead, and this time you saw that diego had heard it as well. he looked at you and you gave him an 'i don't know' look. "what do you think he meant by that?"

diego held up a hand to silence him, as he strained his ears. you stood up carefully and grabbed a knife from a shelf that was lying around. you all heard footsteps approaching and luther quickly caught on.

diego also pulled out a knife and walked up the stairs towards the door. you followed him slowly, there to back him up in case something happened. suddenly, diego yanked open the door and raised his knife when-

"you throw another one of those goddamn knives at me, i'm pressin' charges!" shouted a rough voice. diego visibly relaxed and opened the door more. 

"what do you want, al?" 

you sighed and walked away back to the bed, putting the knife down as a short and tubby man entered the room. you zoomed out of the ongoing conversation between diego and al, sitting back down on the bed next to five.

the sudden urge to hold his hand came over you and you gently took hold of it. it was warm, and his hand was surprisingly soft. you gently caressed the back of his hand with your thumb, as you let your gaze wander over his face, you're heart thumping in your chest. beating for the boy in front of you.

"what are you doing to me, five?" you whispered. 

you were brought back to current conversation when al said, "uh, she said she found your brother." 

he left and diego looked at five, then at you and luther, confused. "well, that didn't make sense."

you sighed. "He means klaus you idiot."

diego quickly rushed out the door. you looked at luther. "you go with him. i'll stay here with five," you urged. he nodded and quickly left, shutting the door behind him.

the sudden quietness made your ears ring gently as you looked back down at the boy next to you. you jumped and let go of his hand in surprise as you saw him staring back at you. you put a hand on your chest to calm your thumping heart. "jesus fucking christ you scared me."

he didn't say anything and instead sat up on the bed, still staring at you, before he spoke. "i think the question is, y/n, what are you doing to me?"

you blushed crimson from embarrassment. "you heard that?" 

"does it really matter?" he asked, shifting closer to you, causing you to lean back so you're back was resting on the board at the foot of the bed. he put his arms on either side of you on the board, leaning closer to you. he moved his head to the side so that his lips were next to your ear.

your heart rate sped up at how close the boy was to you, and your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. 

"five, what-"

"do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he whispered, moving his head down and feathering his lips gently over your jaw. 

'what is he doing?' you thought, desperately, your heart feeling as if it was about to beat out of your chest.

"you're not sober, five," you whispered, putting your hands on his chest. 

he moved his head so that he was looking directly into your eyes. he was so close, you could discern every single detail on his gorgeous face. 

"trust me, darling. i'm sober enough." 

he grabbed the back of your neck gently and captured your lips with his in a passionate kiss. your eyes widened as you felt his warm lips on yours. they were soft, and tasted like coffee... black, but sweet, with a hint of alcohol, intoxicating you further. his hand on the back of your neck slowly crept up to bury itself in your hair. 

as the kiss got more intense, he pulled you closer so that his body was pressed up against yours. your arms that were still resting on his chest grasped at the lapels of his blazer, pulling him closer, and you kissed him back with just as much passion. a groan came from his throat, as your tongues danced together, igniting a fire inside your stomach. you had never felt like this before, and it was as if five had some kind of strong power over you, making you feel like this.

like you could take on the world for him.

eventually, your lungs screamed for air, and you had to pull away, panting heavily. your cheeks were flushed red and your lips were swollen, hair messy from when he pulled on it. your lips were tingling from his touch and you kept your eyes closed as you tried to stop your mind from going into overdrive. you heard five breathing heavily and you couldn't resist peeking your eyes open to take a look at him. 

your heart nearly stopped beating.

his cheeks were also flushed, his lips also slightly swollen and he was staring at you with such intensity, you gulped. he smirked at you and leaned closer again. "i told you. i'm sober enough."

you bit back a smile, and took a deep breath instead, trying to compose yourself. "uh, yeah, i can see that," you said, laughing nervously. 

"can you? or do you need me to show you again?" 

you felt a sudden boldness take over you and you took hold of his tie, looking at him mischievously. "hmm, maybe you should show me again."

"my pleasure."

okay so can i have a five x gender neutral character for my theys too ❤️ can it be like a fluff/angst where it’s the shootout at the shop cos i cant remember what it’s called (not griddys) but basically reader gets shot and five blinks them back to the house after and cleans them up and has a go and you get what i mean-

thank you lovelyyyyy ❤️

Course my love!! Sorry it took so long 😭

Bandaging up

Five Hargreeves x Gn!Reader

Warnings: gunshots, gun mention, blood, gun wound, blood mention

“Watch it!” Five yelled your way, you turned to him unable to hear what he’d yelled, “Pardon?” You replied to him, “move! Move! God honestly!” He yelled back at you, just as you were about to move a sharp pain hit you in your side, “ah fucker!” You yelled dropping the gun in your hand, you pulled away the hand that was clutching at your side, blood began to drip from it, “oh my god” you mumbled, “are you okay?” Five yelled over towards you, “I think I got shot!” You replied beginning to feel rather drowsy, “you think?! How do you think?! You either did or you didn’t! There’s no think!”

“Five i got shot!” You hissed at him, he mumbled something to himself you couldn’t hear, maybe it wasn’t loud enough or maybe it was because everything was going blurry and you couldn’t hear anything to be honest. Your head hit something…soft? That’s odd, “hmm” you groaned turning your head to the side, “don’t do that” Five hissed to you, your eyes fluttered open, “what happened? Why am I back here?” You asked attempting to sit up, you yelped in pain looking down at your side, “you got shot, now can you please sit still im trying to bandage you up”

“Ok ok sorry” you mumbled laying back down. The silence was deafening, apart from your small winces that left you as he cleaned up the wound you two sat there not talking, until he said, “that was really stupid of you” he said, “you could’ve died, and then I- we. We would miss you a lot” Five added on face flushing slightly, you smiled softly still feeling rather drowsy from the loss of blood. “Five?” You asked him, he hummed in response reaching to the side to pull out some more bandages, “would you miss me if I had died out there?” You asked.

He stopped, “I uh…well, yes I suppose” he said, “i’d really miss you” you could see the blush spreading on his face causing a droopy smile to spread across your face, “you’re so pretty when you blush” you giggled slightly attempting to keep your eyes open, “mhm, that’s nice” he said attempting to ignore you as he finished up his job, “okay done, don’t move. Just stay there unless you have to get up.” He said standing up and brushing off his knees, just as he began to leave you reached out and grabbed his hand, “stay” you mumbled to him, Five sighed, “okay”

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐲

⌦ in which you’re just a loving s/o to the best boy.

— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, swearing, fluff

| Heyyy! I saw your issacwhy x reader work and i loved it. I cant find much issacwhy content, so I was obsessed. Do you mind writing how he would be with a cuddly and overall sweet s/o. Take care! <3 |

mental note: i went so off topic with this request, but still sorta kept the idea? mostly just some isaacwhy hc lmao my bad. :(

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i feel like he would LOVE to have a cuddly and sweet s/o.

like, we’ve seen how he acts with his friends (very touchy and lovey)

so i feel like with his s/o he’d be the same.

loves the attention, istg.

oh he’s editing? and you wrap your arms around his neck from behind? hands through his hair? SHFJCKSK

he’s probably really cocky about it too, like he’s always bragging that you love to cuddle with him and love to buy him things.

because his friends get no bitches™️

im calling it. isaac is an ass man.

therefore he would love when you let him lay on your ass. not in a sexual way, just like plop his head down on it when you’re laying on your stomach.

i feel like it takes a lot to make him blush, since he’s overly confident (in a hot way).

but if you want cuddles and need them now, you’re whining because he won’t stop and give you some ( stubborn bitch 🙄).

your whines would make him blush, mans freaky what can i say.

he’d blush when you buy him something that he’s been mentioning he wanted for the longest time.

bro would want to marry you omg.

“what’s this for?” *holds up a penguin plush*

“oh, just something i saw while grocery shopping. reminded me of you”

his heart stops and he just looks at you cause you’re literally the sweetest thing to ever exist.

i wanna believe there would be a youtube video out there called ‘y/n being in love with isaacwhy for 5 minutes’.

it’s just clips from vlogs and irl podcasts of you being the sweetest partner to him.

like getting him water if he needed some, holding his hand, clinging to his side, giving him cheek kisses, etc.

in conclusion, you’re the best s/o and he’s so glad he got to you before anyone else.

<3 <3 <3

And they were roommates

Pairing: Punz x afab!Reader x Sapnap

Content: SMUT, honestly filth

Warnings: Drinking (just a lil), club, oral (F and M receiving), daddy and sir kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), praise, degradation, spitting, spanking, hair pulling, probably something else idk.

Words: 2718

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

MINORS DNI I WILL LITERALLY SCREECH

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Ever since you moved to Florida with your previously online best friends, Sapnap and Punz, the tension between the three of you, has been undeniable. The three of you would always jokingly flirt in discord calls, but all three of you taking it as jokes. Or at least that's what you thought. In reality, the two boys has always been flustered at your flirting words and sexual innuendos, hoping the jokes of threesomes would become reality. 

Whenever you would be walking around the house, in your short shorts and tank tops in the hot Florida weather, the two boys would quickly retreat to their rooms, to avoid staring at you. Though whenever they decided to face you, their eyes would be searching the room for anything else to look at. 

The three of you were invited out for the night, by your mutual streamer friends, who finally decided to visit from all-over. The meeting location being a nightclub, a place none of you three really frequented. Even though a club isn't usually your ‘’scene’’ you decided to really dress up this time, putting on a short black dress, and your best makeup. Before doing your hair, you went to the kitchen to get a snack. The boys sitting at the island staring at you ‘’You gon’ wear that?’’ ‘’Yes? Got a problem sappy?’’ he paused for a few seconds before shaking his head, and leaving quickly. 

A couple hours later, the three of you are in an uber, on your way to meet your friends at the club, all three of you sitting in the back, you in the middle. Punz's hand quickly grazed your thigh, and when you just smiled innocently at him, he did it once more. Truth is, you knew exactly what effect your looks, especially in this outfit, had on these two. So you decided to test them a little, see how far you had to take it, before they snapped and finally made those jokes a reality. So far, you didn’t have to do anything, and the two were already giving you longing glances, grazing your thighs, and having a hand on your waist to guide you. 

Arriving at the club, the three of you went to the table filled with all your streamer friends. Immediately you disappeared with some of the girls, the two guys pretending they didn’t notice, while taking shots with some of the other friends. 

A little while later, you’re on the dancefloor with the girls, feeling eyes on you from all over the club. You looked incredible tonight, your dress fit you perfectly, your makeup was flawless, your hair flowing beautifully as you moved your hips. Every guy in the room had noticed you. 

Soon a pair of hands found your hips, a body swaying with you, you decided to keep dancing, thinking it was either Sapnap or Punz. ‘’Wow, you look beautiful tonight, what’s your name’’ a voice came from the dancing body, that definitely wasn’t any of your boys. ‘’y/n’’ you said coldly, deciding to play ‘hard to get’ playing the same game as you decided earlier today. ‘’Ooh I see how it is’’ the guy said, his grip on your hips getting slightly tighter. Suddenly his hands disappeared, you looked back and saw nothing but Punz and Sapnaps stern facial expressions. ‘’I think you know exactly what you’re doing to us here princess, are you ready to go home?’’ Punz asked. ‘’Hmm, if it’s with the two of you, I’m always ready’’ you flirted  at the slightly angry boys. ‘’Oh you better be ready baby’' you heard from Sapnap. Punz put his hand low on your waist, bordering on your ass, and guided you out of the club. Quickly saying goodbye to all your friends at the table, some of them shooting you a wink, knowing exactly what these guys had planned. 

The tension in the uber was thick, all three of you in the back once again, hands on both your thighs, slipping further up than you expected so soon. Punz’s lips grazing on your neck, whispering compliments into your soft skin. Sapnap massaging your thighs, keeping his eye on Punz and his movements, occasionally giving you a soft smile and quick wink. Your phone buzzing from texts from the girls, all asking you to call them and spill immediately after, giving you random tips and so on. 

Arriving at your shared house, the three of you immediately hurrying to your bedroom, you being thrown onto your bed by Punz. ‘’You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting to do this to you princess’’ he spoke, ‘’oh yeah why didn’t you do it before big boy, not brave enough?’’ you responded. The mood of the two guys quickly shifted, ‘’Oh you better not be too bratty princess, we know exactly what kinda game you’re playing, and it’s not gonna work’’ Punz responded, getting closer to you. ‘’Hmm, make me.’’ You said coldly, removing your dress and lying back onto the bed. Sapnap wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you further down the bed, him kneeling in front of the bed, your bottom hanging off the edge. ‘’You sure about this baby?’’ he asked in a sweet and soft voice, shifting the mood quickly once again. ‘’100%’’, the only response he needed, before he quickly removed your panties, and dove in head first. Legs hung over his shoulders, beard grazing against your thighs, lips wrapped around your clit, tongue rubbing it softly. His fingers rubbing against your entrance, slowly slipping one in, quickly turning into two. 

You were already approaching heaven, feeling amazing, and you’ve barely even started. Punz having abandoned his clothes, giving his member a few tugs before approaching you on the bed. ‘’You look so beautiful princess, you feel good?’’ ‘’So good daddy, sir is making me feel so so good’’ you answered already sounding fucked out. ‘’Ooh already so braindead you calling me daddy huh princess?’’ Punz teased you. The look on your face, your mouth hanging open waiting for him to fill your mouth, he just couldn’t wait any longer. ‘’Can I feel your mouth princess? Can you make daddy feel real good?’’ You nodded slowly, sticking out your tongue as to invite him in. He placed his tip on your tongue, giving it a few ‘slaps’ before letting you take over, and being sucked to the back of your throat, already making you gag. Sapnaps work on your clit brought you closer and closer, your work on Punz’s member became sloppier and sloppier, all three of you knew you were impossibly close. Punz took over for you, lining up properly as to fuck your face instead, occasionally feeling your vibrating moans and whines on his cock, making him feel even better. 

Arching your back off the mattress, Sapnaps hands grabbing your thighs tighter, keeping you still underneath his face, his tongue working skillfully on you. Shaking, you came harder than ever before, moaning beautiful sounds around Punz’s member, him pulling out as to not cum too quick. Both guys watch lovingly, as your body twists and shakes, your hands pulling on Sapnaps hair, as he keeps going, looking up from beneath. 

Quickly being overstimulated from the continuing pleasure, you stopped sapnap, by pulling his face away, but his quick gamer fingers kept going inside you. Quickly you came once again, just as hard as the last one, shaking on the bed. Punz standing off to the side, jerking himself off to the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, you cumming. Sapnap pulled away from you entirely, you looking at him fucked out and tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes, mouth agape, makeup slightly smudged already. ‘’So so good for me baby, you taste so fucking good for sir’’ he said, coming up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself slightly. You letting out a noise of approval, Sapnap sits himself off to your side, letting Punz slide his body in between your legs. ‘’You ready for daddy princess? I need to hear you say yes daddy, okay?’’ He said sweetly, holding his member in front of your slit, slightly sliding it up and down, collecting some of your wetness for lubrication. ‘’Yes daddy please I’m so ready for you’’ you said, still panting from your previous orgasm, pushing your hips forward eagerly. He slipped in slowly, stretching you out nicely, just the right amount for it to feel amazing. 

Punz bottomed out, letting out a deep groan and a quiet ‘’fuccckk’’, grabbing your right thigh and putting it over his shoulder, giving your calf a quick kiss, before grabbing your waist and setting a fast and mind numbing pace. Sapnap putting his hand wherever he could grab, them ending out on your boobs, massaging and slightly tucking your nipples. 

For each thrust, your moaning gets louder and louder, Punz setting a nice and fast pace.  Eventually, from seeing the two of you feeling blissful, Sapnap became fed up, and slipped himself into your mouth, wanting to feel what Punz felt previously. Both of them looking down at you, your body flexible enough for them to place you however they pleased, your mind fucked out enough to almost start babbling between moans. Seeing your eyes wet, looking up at him, while having his cock between your plump lips, Sapnap swore he could cum right then and there. The feeling becoming too much, he had to slip his cock out from your mouth, and step back for a few seconds, not going unnoticed by Punz. ‘’Princess really knows how to serve huh ‘sir’?’’ He said to Sapnap, looking down at you. ‘’I didn’t think you could look any better than you did earlier, you look so fucking hot when you’re braindead like this princess’’ He said to you, you smiling sheepishly up at him, mouth open, tongue out, moans slipping out with it. ‘’Daddyyy, you make me feel so good daddy, could do this every day’’ you said lowly, barely having the power over your body, from feeling so good. ‘’Fuuuck Princess, if you keep talking like that, Daddy is gonna be done soon, we wouldn’t want that know would we’’, Punz said fucking into you harder and faster than before, instructing Sapnap to occupy your mouth once again. He slipped his hand down his body, ending at your clit, giving it slow but hard circles. Tonight was all about you. 

Quickly your body started shaking once again, and the guys knew you were cumming soon, once again Sapnap pulled out of your mouth, quickly situating himself, to suck on your nipples, flicking them with his tongue. You had never experienced pleasure like this, soon cumming a third time for tonight, crying out tears rolling down your face, legs shaking violently. Punz slowed down his pace, stopping his circles on your clit, slowly bringing you down from your high. After a few minutes of coming down, both guys having pulled away, just running their hands slowly over your body, taking turns between kissing your face, and kissing your lips. ‘’Baby,, you ready for one more round, I promise sir will make you feel real good’’ Sapnap said while his hands are slowly itching towards your bottom. ‘’Anything for you sir’’ you say, smiling at him. 

He quickly sprung into action, grabbing your hips, and turning you around, pulling you up on all fours. He quickly entered you going deeper than ever, the angle hitting all the right spots for you. ‘’Can daddy use your mouth princess?’’ Punz asked before you, holding his cock in front of your face. Your tongue slipping out, wrapping around his tip, and teasing him for a while, before slipping it all the way in, deepthroating him. Sapnap had his hands crossed over your ass, grabbing your hips, and pulling you back onto him roughly. You shifted your arms underneath your body, to have better front support, and started grinding back onto him. ‘’Holy shit, Punz are you seeing this? Fuccckkkking hell, you are fucking made to be destroyed baby, got me going crazy back here’’ Sapnap cursed out, being amazed at your expertise, and feeling of you wrapped tightly around him. Punz moaned back as to respond, but failed as you started taking him impossibly further back in your throat. You knew they were in charge, but just for a few seconds, you had both guys under YOUR control. Working your hips on Sapnap, twirling your skillful tongue around Punz. 

After a few moments of this, the guys quickly regained control, Sapnap thrusting into you better than you could ever imagine, holding your hips. Punz gathering your hair in one hand, now being able to have your mouth however he liked it. 

One of Sapnaps hands disappeared from your hip, quickly and roughly coming down on your ass in a slap. You moaned loudly around Punz, shaking slightly, feeling the pleasure from the slap. ‘’Oh fuck Sap, do that again, she fucking loved that shit’’ You heard Punz say. Sapnaps hand coming down on your ass once again, this time a little harder. Once again moaning around the cock in your mouth, and walls tightening around Sapnap. ‘’Ahh fuck, you’re a little fucking slut aren’t you princess? Got Daddy AND Sir to service you and slap you around, such a needy little fuckdoll’’ Punz let out. You whined around him, eyes looking up at him innocently, tears streaming down your face. ‘’Your pussy is so fucking tight baby, I could do this every day with you, you wanna do that with sir huh?’’ Sapnap said from behind, slapping your ass once again, hearing you moan an affirmative noise around Punz. 

Hearing the lewd noises, and watching your beautiful face along with the pleasure from your mouth became too much from Punz. ‘’I’m gonna cum princess, you want it all over your face? You want my cum to paint your slutty little face princess?’’ He said pulling out of your mouth, jerking himself. ‘’Please, pleaseee paint my face daddy, I would do anything for it daddy pleasee’’ You begged him, sticking your tongue out, eyes rolled back slightly looking fucked out, before feeling the ropes of cum on your face. Your tongue catching whatever was in reach, and swallowing it. His hand on your cheek ready to check your mouth, you stuck your tongue out once again, he leant down slightly, spitting into your mouth proudly. ‘’Thank you daddy, thank youu’’ you moan out after swallowing once again. 

Sapnap watching the interaction from behind you amazed at the power Punz quickly had gained over you, wanting the same between the two of you. Punz sitting against the headboard, lazily tugging his cock watching you two, waiting for Sapnaps next move, he knew he had to show off a little. Sapnap ran his fingers through your hair, grabbing at the roots, pushing your head against the mattress, forcing you to arch and push your ass further against his body. His hand once again coming down in a hard slap to your bottom, you're crying out in pleasure. ‘’So fucking filthy for us baby, crying out for us, crying for our cocks, we’re making you feel so so good right baby’’ ‘’so so good sir so good im so ughh’’ you mumbled out, your brain having shut off long ago, overwhelmed by the pleasure the guys had brought you. Sapnaps left hand comes around your body, rubbing your clit to bring you closer to orgasm, knowing he didn’t have long left. Right hand once again grabbing your hair, grabbing your back up to his chest, his face against your neck, still fucking into you hard from behind. Sucking on your neck, pulling your hair, rubbing your clit and fucking into you, your face was contorting in pleasure, being seconds from cumming. Suddenly stiffening, you came, shaking, legs giving out underneath you. You were screaming out your moans at this point, being so overwhelmed you could barely register what was happening. Sapnap kept thrusting into you from behind, once again pushing your face against your mattress. 

Pulling out quickly after, jerking himself a couple times before cumming over your ass, a sight he had dreamt of for years. This definitely wasn’t the last time. 

Reader being a live stream challenge where if they don’t answer the questions they eat something gross and that’s when reader exposes she does have a boyfriend and ether they announce who it is live or punz tweets I’m the boyfriend

FUCK YEAH I LOVE THIS

look, sure, you were the one that came up with the idea, but you were never expecting your chat to reach the subgoal that needed to be reached. you didn't even realize at first, not until one dono yelled in your ear about the spill your guts or eat your guts subgoal. you sat there for a couple of moments until you agreed to arrange it for the next stream.

@.yntwt: alright, you did it! you reached the subgoal! tweet your questions at #yneatorspill and maybe sylvee will ask it next stream!

you read through the questions before the stream, and you told sylvee to go brutal with the questions. it might not have been the best idea, but it was going to be a fun stream.

'you're going to regret it so bad.' punz was laying on your lap as you played with his hair. you shrugged. 'you should get drunk for it too.'

'yeah, i was thinking of adding more like gifted milestones to make me do more stuff, or like donos.'

'dude, that stream is gonna be so fucked.' he laughed. 'it's gonna be so much fun.'

the day hath come, and you had started the stream only a little jittery. you had come up with some of the worst things to eat, and sylvee had put them in the table for the stream to see properly. punz was also there, as well as hannah in the background. you had exchanged a look of terror with your boyfriend but he had just given you the thumbs up.

'hi, chat! i really hope all your subs were worth it.' you laughed as you read through your zooming chat. 'uhm, sylvee here has helped me come up with an absolutely delicious menu for today. wanna have the honors?'

sylvee stepped a little closer to the mic. 'so! i customized a bunch of food that a certain someone doesn't quite like.. so even though you do not find it gross, i promise you it is going to be a challenge.' she turned to see you and wiggled her eyebrows. she introduced every soup to chat and then clapped her hands. 'alright, shall we start?'

you wanted to say that you were not a fussy eater, but you did not wanna eat what was in front of you. it was going to take a terrible question to have you eat something from the things that were in front of you.

'fuck marry kill, dream team. explain your answer.'

you made a face. 'ew, no.'

'shh, let me finish.' she looked at the food. 'or eat this yummy milshake of sardines and habanero.'

you opened your mouth in surprise. 'that's just evil.'

'answer then.'

you shot a look to your boyfriend. he shrugged. 'alright then, uhm, i would kill george because he's british. uhm, shit.. i don't know.' you looked at chat in dispair, who were just filling your chat with laughing emotes. 'i guess i would marry dream because he's got bank. so i guess that i have to say fuck for sapnap.'

'oh, you have to?' sylvee pushed.

your ears were hot with blood. 'well, i have a boyfriend i would rather—' you stopped in your tracks. it had slipped, you had not meant to say that. nobody knew that you were in a relationship, and now you had aired it out for everyone to know.

everyone was choked, but sylvee quickly moved on. of course, you were not going to escape from that easily. it trended on twitter, inevitably. WHO IS THE BOYFRIEND. you felt dumb just thinking about how carelessly you had said it.

'i'm so sorry.' you went up to punz after the stream. you put your forehead against his chest and he chuckled. 'you're not mad?'

'nah.' he shrugged. 'to be honest, i think it's about time we announce it. so we can be cringe on twitter and on instagram.'

you looked up at him with big eyes. 'you sure you're fine?'

he nodded, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 'i'm so okay with it. i kinda wanna be the one who tweets it too.'

'okay, yeah, i'm on board with that.'

@.punztwt: i'm the boyfriend ↪ @.yntwt: yeah he is <3

Pretty as a Picture

First Day of Wheelmas

movie night + punz + cockwarming + toys

cws/tws: smut, minors dni. this was like.... not that good but eH

if someone walked into the living room and saw the pretty little scene occurring between you and punz, they would find the situation to be completely innocent.

the winter chill is plenty of an excuse for the two of you to be wrapped up in a cozy bundle of blankets with a ghibli movie in the background. it simply looks like you're sat on punz's lap, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

but you're not just resting on punz's lap, you're clenched tight around his cock.

punz digs the buzzing head of a magic wand against the most sensitive part of your sex. the vibrations are intense enough to keep you on edge, but low enough that no one would pick up the additional noise over the sound of the TV.

"you're tensing up so nice babe," punz coos into your ear. "the perfect thing to keep me warm all winter long."

"comfy," you mumble into his ear. the stimulation is at that tedious edge of too little for too long. "need to come for you," your words drip saccharine sweet.

"lemme just stay balls deep in my baby," punz groans. he snaps his hips sharply once for emphasis. "all good things in due time sweetheart."

"you're being greedy," you whine.

"i'm being greedy?" punz grips your chin so he can glare down at you. the look has you folding in on yourself. "your hole's drooling all over me and you have the audacity to call me greedy?"

"baby-"

"just for that, i'm gonna hold out even longer," his grin is all teeth. your groan in response just makes it grow even wider. "maybe if you behave, i'll make you hot chocolate?"

"..... fine." punz places a fond kiss to your forehead.

"good. now stop being squirmy and take the toy like a good bunny."

hiii darling!!! i love ur writing sososo much and i have a request (feel free to ignore x) dream x faceless fem!reader, her and dream meet up for the first time and dream realises he likes her and its cute and fluffy yk?? have a good day, dont forget to drink and eat

thank you for the kind words! ilysm ❤️

cw: Dreams real name, insecurities about self

~

“You’re coming to Orlando, right?” You heard Dream’s voice through your headphones.

“Of course, I’m keeping up the deal.” You smiled, even if he couldn’t see you.

You told Clay that once he face revealed you would go meet him, ultimately showing him your own face. Now that he has revealed his face, it was your turn. You were incredibly nervous but that couldn’t stop you from meeting your best friend.

The whole plane ride to Florida was spent worrying about all the things that could possibly go wrong. You were worried he wouldn’t like how you looked and you’d be stranded in an unknown state. He would never do that to you, would he?

You quickly walked to the ‘Welcome To Florida’ sign in the airport. You scanned the crowd, knowing Clay would be somewhere around here. You spotted his curly hair before anything, dodging the crowd to see him holding up a sign for you.

You smiled wide reading the sign that said “Looking for a Dream?” with the most cheesy decorations around it. It was really stupid but it was absolutely something Clay would do to make you less nervous.

You ran towards him, pulling him into a hug. He reciprocated the affection before pulling back to look at you.

“Wow you look..” He paused for a second, scanning your face “Beautiful.”

Your face blushed, showing him a smile. “Thank you. I can’t believe i’m actually here.” You let out a sigh of relief.

It took Clay a second to respond, still taking in your features. “I’m glad you came and didn’t stand me up, making me look all weird.” He laughed when he finally spoke.

“You still look weird but that’s beside the point.” You laughed, pulling him in for another hug.

Clay couldn’t stop looking at you. You could’ve sworn you caught him blushing one time when you caught him staring.

He swung one arm over your shoulder, “I’m going to show you my favorite place to eat. You’ll love it.” He smiled, leading you out of the airport.

"dreams probably lying about being sick to get out of creating content"

vine boom

"dteam wasn't that busy, they could have made some content"

vine boom

"they are lazy, you mean this whole time they didn't film any content?"

vine boom

"they are probably lying about the internet being down they hate being streamers and just don't want to say it"

VINE BOOM

"okay well they are lying about 3/3 irl streams, they keep promising content they won't give us, plus i think the dteam actually hate living with eachother"

VINE BOOM

it's fine just admit you are selfish and have no patience 🤭

 “…you still mad?” with sapnap? Hope your doing well star!!

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again, this one is with hockey player!sapnap because that boy doesn’t know how to navigate a relationship for a while but he’s trying!

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it was your first fight with sapnap. he was always distant and cold after losing a game. it wasn’t always good for your mental health for him to get like this. it always made you feel upset when he would shut you out for days.

you needed him and he was pushing himself away after losing two games in a row. you were struggling with school and all you needed was for him to hold you but he wasn’t giving you anything.

when he decided he was going to push you away again you were going to let him know it upset you. “sapnap, if you’re going to keep pushing me away i won’t be staying much longer! i cant keep doing this,” you cried.

the two of you had been at his place when you said this. sapnap had left you in his bedroom alone while he went to the living room to think. he was selfish and he knew it. you had emotional needs that he needed to support.

after a while, he ordered some food and once it was delivered he carried it to you. “…you still mad?” he asked as he entered his room. you were curled up in his bed. he forced himself to hide his smirk after seeing you curled up with his pillow and his sweatshirt.

you glared at him, mainly at his choice of words. “that wasn’t worded right was it?” he sighed as he placed the food on the nightstand and sat on the bed near you. “i’m learning, i’m trying, okay? i’m sorry. just be patient please. all this relationship stuff isn’t as easy as playing hockey for me.”