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A/N: Yello everybody! Here’s a new One-Shot with our hot Atsumu Miya<3 wrote this while I was on vacation :D

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing, Atsumu Miya being a shithead

Words: 4849

Hotter than Hell Itself (Atsumu Miya x f!Reader)

It was a very hot day in the middle of the summer in Osaka. Seriously, no one told you it could be THIS hot in Japan when you decided to move here.

When your hospital offered you an international job opportunity, you wouldn’t have thought of moving to Japan, let alone to the hottest part of it.

Since it’s not even midday, all you wanted to do was to sleep all day long after you were done with work and enjoy the cold air of your AC blowing down your naked skin. But of course, the universe needs some popcorn to chew on once in a while. And you just happen to be one of those kernels ready to pop just for their entertainment.

It all started when you came out of your night shift at 07:30 this morning. Afterwards, you drove with heavy eyelids back to your apartment, only to find out that your AC broke while you were at work. As if that wasn’t enough, you received a text message from your friend during your shift, asking you to join her at the pool party she is hosting. The problem is, you’re not exactly a social butterfly. You met her in your preparation class for Japan 101, both of you coming from the United States, taking the opportunity to venture out into the world and experience something new.

Unfortunately, since you already quit her too many times, she threatened to change her Netflix password. Obviously, you can’t let that happen, you need to know if Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Erica make it out alive from the hostage situation of the evil Russian weapon company.

So like the good and supportive friend you are, you agreed. (And also saving you a Netflix subscription every month.)

‘There r gonna b sum hot 🔥 boys @ my party, I think some basketball or volleyball players. Dunno I think they are called the coyotes or smth. And you’ve been a little bitch recently, you need to get laid, girl. And m’ not accepting a no as an answer or any other shitty excuse y’gonna come up with!’

So here you are, in front of the building of your friend. Still sitting in your car, tired and hot as hell, you’re overthinking this again. You glance into your rearview mirror, checking if your makeup is still as good as it was earlier when you applied it. ‘Good. Even though it’s hot as hell outside and only 11:43, I still look somehow presentable.’ You think to yourself as you grab your purse and get out of your car.

Locking it, you hear the car honk twice and you make your way across the street to the building.

Since your friend is an event planner, she earns accordingly. Having the penthouse all to herself is still something that you are envious of.

But then again, you chose the route of being an OR nurse. Prepping patients, prepping the OR table, and sterilizing everything are tasks daily for you. Your coworkers are easy to get along with, the working hours aren’t too bad and it’s always the same routine for you. Which is great, since you are a person of habit. Sometimes though, you get called in on your off days due to someone calling in sick last minute.

Now entering the building you see a tall and bulky security guard standing next to the revolving doors. He is wearing a full black suit, and dark sunglasses and is carrying an earpiece in his left ear. Giving you a watchful look, as he is eyeing you up and down, like a hawk stalking its prey.

Feeling uncomfortable and honestly slightly scared you show him your electronic invitation with shaking hands.

The security guard with the name tag „Daisuke“ bends down a little bit to read the letters on your phone. He then takes out a device himself from the front pocket of his suit to scan the QR code.

After hearing a confirmation sound from his phone, he backs up a little bit to let you pass through the doors.

“Geez, a security guard at the front door? She must have invited someone special.” you mutter to yourself as you enter the building.

Suddenly, you remember the text message from your friend, stating that some famous athletes are going to be there since she is good friends with someone that works at the Sports Promotion Division.

Your steps carry you to the elevator and you press the button for going upstairs.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive, you glance around yourself.

Your eyes wander over the rich-looking decorations of the building.

Taking in the eggshell-colored walls and the sculptures of Greek women decorating the side of the hallway immediately give you a rich vibe feeling.

Scoffing to yourself about the unnecessary decorations, you glance back at the floor guide for the building which shows that it’s still six floors away from the lobby.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, you cross your arms and sway gently from side to side on your feet.

All of sudden you hear someone loudly greeting somebody else from outside and you turn around to see a tall younger guy with short blond hair greeting the security guard at the front. They give each other a firm handshake and start talking together, sharing loud laughs in between their conversation. You can’t see him that well, you’re only able to make out black jeans, a white button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his nose.

You’re guessing that the security guard wants to take a picture with the blond-haired kind of good-looking guy, as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. The mysterious yet handsome stranger moves beside him and holds up a peace sign. After taking their picture together, the mystic man moves back to the side, almost ready to enter the building.

Shocking and almost in disbelief, you continue to observe them.

The blonde guy tells the security guard something with an almost cheeky smile on his face and pats him on the shoulder a few times. Now walking inside as well, he takes off his sunglasses and places them on top of his head.

You give him one last look before turning back to the elevator and seeing that it’s still two more floors away.

’Just hurry up!‘

The stranger stops right next to you, almost too close to your liking, as you can smell the strong aroma of his cologne. His very strong scented cologne you might add, smelling like a pinewood forest with a hint of vanilla.

Scrunching your nose a bit at the strong smell, you move a bit to the side, which catches the stranger’s attention.

“What’s yer deal? Don’t like my Sauvage perfume?” he smirks at you.

“As a matter of fact, I don’t. You smell like a male prostitute.”

Taking your words in, he lets out an offended gasp and turns around a little bit to view you a little bit better.

Now looking into his face, you see him scowling directly at you.

You turn towards him as well, trying not to get intimidated by his towering figure.

You’re not scared of him, you have handled far worse than this.

“Do you have any idea who I am?“ he looks at you, hopefully expecting the right answer.

You size him up and down with your eyes, thinking hard.

The fact that you take so long to think, kind of concerns him. By now you should apologize profoundly and give him the biggest heart eyes as any other woman would.

“No I don’t. Should I? Are you one of those basketball players or something?“

He scoffs at your answer and retorts.

“It’s volleyball ya little shrimp. The fact that ya don’t know who I am honestly concerns me. Ya been livin‘ under a rock or somethin‘? Every human being in Japan knows who I am.“

“Oh, I am sorry that I have better things to worry about than knowing who you are. You must be very special then. A thousand apologies to your highness.”

You pause while looking at him with the most disinterested face you ever made. And it irritates Atsumu even more.

“Geez yer a real happy camper ain’tcha? Must be fun to have you at parties.”

Okay the fact that you barely slept and the audacity of this freaking guy are just about enough for you. You close your eyes, turn around and inhale deeply through your nose. As soon as you open your eyes and you breathe out, you start to feel a little bit better. You’re not going to let him worsen your already bad mood.

Choosing to ignore him, you hear the ‘ding’ of the elevator and its doors finally open.

The blond guy and you enter inside and you press the button for the penthouse of your friend.

Remembering that your nephew likes someone called the ‘Schweiden Adlers’, you know that he always brags about one of the players. Not knowing if Blondie is on the team, you decide to ask him about it.

“Are you from the Schweiden Adlers? I heard that they’re the best team in Japan and my nephew loves them. I’d like to get an autograph for him.”

You give him an almost aggressive sweet smile as you stare at him, waiting for an answer.

What you don’t expect though, is for him to reach out for the fire alarm button, which immediately stops the elevator.

Utterly shocked by his actions, you start yelling at him.

“Are you crazy?! Why did you do that?!”

He whips around and gives you an angry look.

“First of all, I am NOT from the Schweiden Adlers, I am from the MSBY Jackals princess. And excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but did you just say ‘best team in Japan’? We have beat those guys twice now! Second, since you obviously got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I am NOT going to give you an autograph even if I was part of their team. Third, since you still don’t know who I am, I am Miya Atsumu, the best setter in Japan!” He exclaims loudly while still staring at you.

Not having any of his shit, you decide to poke the bear a little bit more with the stick.

“Is that so? Well dye-job I have a newsflash for you. I don’t care that you apparently hold that title. I honestly feel sorry for your teammates that have to put up with you every single day. Send them my deepest condolences.“

Atsumu just gives her a look of fury but doesn’t reply.

‘This small ass chick is crazy.’ He thinks to himself.

“Just push the button so the freaking elevator starts again.”

After hearing her words, he forgot that he was the one who pressed it in the first place, but still went with her request anyway.

Feeling the elevator move again, she can still feel her blood slightly boiling and her heart racing from the frustration she just had to witness.

Atsumu is not feeling any more different than her, clenching and unclenching his fists, while still trying to calm down himself.

What feels like a thousand years later, the elevator finally reaches the final floor, doors slowly opening.

‘I need some fuckin’ beer.’ Atsumu thinks to himself as he heads straight for the bar, without even saying goodbye to the woman that he shared the elevator ride with.

Atsumu sits down in one of the bar chairs while glancing over the menu of the drinks that were offered today.

He turns to the barkeeper and asks him for a beer.

“I am sorry sir, since this is a sports division event, no alcohol will be served. It was requested from the coach.“ The barkeeper gives Atsumu an apologetic look as he cleans a glass with a green little towel.

“Yer gotta be shittin‘ me.“ Atsumu puts his face in his hands and lets out a small grunt of frustration.

You step out of the elevator, taking a few steps before stopping to look around.

You notice that the event party has a lot of tall guys there, most of them probably over 6 feet tall.

Compared to your small size, they are giants. Before you can look around any more, someone runs towards you, attacking you in a bone-crushing hug.

You stumble back a little bit by the sudden force but quickly catch the person that engulfed you into a hug.

The scent of cherries and almonds fill into your nose, recognizing your friend by the body lotion she always uses.

“Hey girl, how’s it going? I missed you so much!“ She gushes at you, while giving you a look over.

“Goodness, you look a little bit pale, those night shifts aren’t doing you any favors. But good thing I just have the right things around here.“ She points to various things, giving each an explanation.

“So over there is the buffet, help yourself with all those treats! And in the corner over there, is the bar but since this is a sports event, no alcohol unfortunately. Since, you know, all these hot guys are volleyball players, they need to stick to a strict diet plan and blah blah blah.“

She rolls her eyes a little bit and you just nod along, quietly thanking her for the invitation. Looking back at you, she gives you a mischievous smile and wiggles her thin eyebrows up and down, almost in a suggestive manner.

Bumping your hip with hers, she starts talking again.

“Soooo… I saw that Atsumu Miya exited the elevator with you. Tell me, how hot is that dude! Did he talk to you? Did he give you his number? Did he give you his number one ‚one-in-a-million-smile‘? Did you guys make out in the elevator? Because both of you were having quite the flushed faces whenever you both exited the elevator.“

You give it out a small sigh and shake your head a little bit in reply, slightly irritated by her flooding questions, as you recall the conversation you had with Atsumu.

“No we didn’t do anything, don’t be silly. He was just being a rude asshole and I was bitching back at him.“

You cross your arms over your chest as you spot the blonde sitting at the bar, talking with an orange haired smaller guy and another tall guy with white-blackish spiked hair with a grumpy look on his face.

Your friend gives you a shocked look, following your gaze.

“Really? According to these magazines I read, he is a proud guy with a flirty personality. Ah well, looks can be deceiving. But not to worry my precious little birdie, there’s plenty of hot guys here. Talk to one of them and maybe see if one of them can take you home with them. Or even multiple if you’re into that shit.“

She gives you a wink and starts laughing at your flushed face.

Embarrassed that she would even dare suggest such a thing, you gave her a reply in a squeaky undertone.

“W-what? No! I am NOT into that! And I already have had enough volleyball players in one day. One is more than enough.“

“Whatever you say sweetie. Well at least eat some stuff from the food table, I paid a lot for that shit.“ She gives you a slight pat on the shoulder and walks around to greet more of her guests.

Turning your body a little bit, you start heading towards the table with all the goodies on it.

Taking a plate you let your eyes wander over the delicious varieties of food.

From Onigiris, to Takoyaki and even a big grill with tons of Yakiniku and Yakitori on it, makes your mouth water like a waterfall.

You haven’t eaten anything yet, you stayed awake since you were too hot in your apartment and you had to wait for the AC repairman.

Suddenly, you feel a presence beside you and you tilt your head a little bit to the side to see the white-blackish haired guy that was talking to Atsumu earlier at the bar.

Eyeing the massive amount of food on his plate, especially the meat, you can feel your jaw almost dropping to the floor.

Bokuto can feel you staring at him and just gives you a laugh combined with a large grin.

“Sorry, just a huge meat fan, trying to grow some more.“

“You're already pretty tall, and having meat fill up almost 90% of your plate doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re going to grow much more. Also, eat more eggs or whole grain foods, they should help better.“

You explain while looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

Bokuto raises both of his eyebrows, then his face transforms into a deep thinking one and quickly develops into a beaming smile.

“Really?! Oh my gosh thanks I will definitely take up your advice. Here, have some! You‘ll definitely need it more than me!“ Handing you his heavy full plate, he takes off to his friends and starts talking to them energetically.

Dumbstruck, you stare at him with wide eyes, then looking down to his plate.

Blinking a few times you were about to put the plate down, when Atsumu joins you at the buffet table.

He looks at your plate and raises one of his eyebrows at you.

“A bit much don‘tcha think? ‘Specially for someone yer size.“

You can feel your eye twitch in annoyance but don’t reply anything to that.

You set Bokuto‘s former plate into the hands of one of a very confused waiter, before grabbing your still empty plate to move around him, to look for something to munch your frustrations out.

A single pink-frosted vanilla cupcake has caught your eye and you were about to grab it when a bigger hand snatched it right away from you. It was the last one on the platter too. That asshole did not just do that.

Your hand is still frozen midair, trying to process what the hell just happened.

“I was just about to grab that and it’s the last one. Couldn’t you have at least asked me if I wanted it? You usually do that to be polite.“

Atsumu thinks hard for a moment, taking a good look at both beauties in front of his hazel brown eyes. Analyzing the situation for mere seconds, he chose to play dirty.

He wants to get you back for insulting his pride earlier.

Before you can blink, Atsumu shoves the entire cupcake into his mouth, looking almost like a snake devouring a mouse in one single bite.

Dumbfounded, you watch him with an open mouth as he chews and swallows.

“Man, that was good. Ya wanna taste?” He smirks at you while he licks the pink frosting off of his lips.

Still shocked, you act before you can think.

You push him into the pool behind him.

The sound of splashing water rips you out of your fury, realizing what you‘ve just done.

Holy shit.

You just pushed a star athlete in the pool.

Not just any star athlete, freaking Atsumu Miya.

The Setter of the Dingos.

Still highly in shock, you stare at the moving water of the pool.

Atsumu’s drenched head pops out of the water, coughing some water out of his mouth.

“The hell’s yer problem?! Yer could’ve killed me!” Atsumu shouts at you in exasperation.

“Don’t be so melodramatic! You’re obviously fine.” Crossing your arms against your chest, you stare at him with an annoyed frown.

“Can ya at least help me outta here?” You scoff at his request and retort.

“You’re a big guy, get out yourself. Also, you're way bigger and taller than me, how am I supposed to pull you out?”

He just gives you a look and thinks for about two seconds.

“Aint’cha a nurse or something? Use yer super strength to pull me out.”

Sighing, you still give in, after seeing his begging eyes.

You hold out your hand for him to grab onto. Atsumu gets closer to the edge of the pool and you can feel his very wet hand grabbing your own.

Flinching at the wetness you try your best to pull 80,4 kg out of the water.

As soon as you try to pull him out, his other hand comes out of the water and pulls you into the water with him.

Screaming at the sudden tug, you splash into the pool.

The cold water of the pool soaks through everything. Your hair, dress and make up are now ruined. All thanks to that blonde shithead.

Your head pops through the water surface and you give Atsumu the most hateful look anyone has ever seen.

Even if you’re fuming right now, Atsumu still has to admit that you’re even beautiful looking this angry. He just HAS to ask you out.

“You’re the most inconsiderate, most rude piece of shit I have ever met!” You furiously yell at him.

“Yeah, yeah I got that part from the start. Ya wanna go out with me sometime?” The drenched blonde gives you a tilt and his brown eyes kind of remind you of a cute Golden Retriever and- STOP. NO! Not only has that asshole just pulled you into ice cold water, it’s his fault you’re completely soaked, he was incredibly rude to you, he has the audacity to ask you out?!

Gaping at his request, you glance around you, to see that all eyes were on the two of you. Their mixes of emotion completely overwhelm you. You see confusion, pity and some even have a mix between shock and disgust.

Groaning loudly in frustration, you walk to the end of the pool to step out.

You see a hand outstretched for help and you see a black-haired tall guy whose hair is mid-length and slicked back.

Thankful for his help, he helps you out of the water and hands you his big soft yellow jacket, so you don’t freeze.

“Thank you but I am leaving now so you can keep it.” You say to him with tears in your eyes as you make your way to the elevator with hurried steps. Your pace begins to quicken, as you can hear Atsumu’s voice yelling after you to make you stop. Ignoring him, you bolt through the door to run down the stairs.

A few seconds later you can hear the sound of door opening again and loud footsteps chase after you.

“Stop, please! I want to apologize!” His deep voice echoes in the stairwell.

Still ignoring him, you can feel your tears running down your cheeks and you finally reach the bottom of the stairs.

Seeing your car on the other side of the street gives you a relief and you fetch your car key and unlock it.

As you are about to enter your car, you can hear Atsumu’s quick steps coming closer to you.

“Wait! Please!” He huffs out of breath.

“What the hell do you want?! Haven’t you humiliated me enough already?!” You whip around to yell at him.

Breathing heavily, flushed cheeks and with a worried look he looks to the ground like a kicked puppy.

“I am really really sorry. I didn’t mean ta humiliate ya up there. I know I was a jerk so I want to make it up to ya.”

Your hands wipe your tears away from your cheeks and you listen to what he has to say.

Still guilty as hell, he looks up to you with regret in his eyes.

“Please let me make it up to ya by takin’ ya out to dinner. I know I don’t deserve it but please give me a chance.” He pleads with you.

Your eyes fall to the concrete of the street as you overthink his offer.

The cold wind makes you shiver and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Atsumu. With another idea in his mind, he asks you to wait a few seconds.

You watch in confusion as he runs to what you’re guessing is his car and Atsumu grabs a yellow jacket with a black lettering that spells out ‘MSBY’.

Quickly running back to you, he hands you his jacket with the words that you should wear it so you don’t freeze.

You grab his jacket with uncertainty and remember you haven’t given him an answer yet.

His effort to try to make you feel better kind of helps you with your decision.

Breathing out with a heavy exhale you look up to him with ambivalence and accept his offer.

The concern in his eyes disappears and all of sudden his eyes shine brighter than the brightest Christmas lights.

“O-Oh awesome! Great! I’ll uh… Just give me yer number and we can arrange the date.” He stutters with a slight blush across his cheeks, you doubt it’s still from chasing you down the stairs.

You type in your number on his phone and his adorable smile is making you blush. If you actually look closer, you can make out some freckles across his nose and cheeks.

To be honest, Atsumu is really attractive. So attractive that it annoys the hell out of you.

Yet, you can’t wait to see what the date will turn out like.

Realizing you’re still wearing his jacket, you want to give it back to him.

“Nah, keep it beautiful. It looks better on ya anyway.” He compliments you with a wink.

Laughing a little bit, you push a loose wet strand of hair behind your ear and give him a cute smile that he returns.

Bonus scene <3

“So….. Papa and mama met at a party?“

Two sets of hazelnut eyes watch you and Atsumu carefully with confused but still exciting looks on their faces. Both of your children are a spitting image of their father, when he was younger. Cheeky hazel colored eyes, with messy dark brown hair.

“That’s right kiddos, yer ma was super into me the first time she laid eyes on ya handsome dad.“

Atsumu gives them a proud smile and turns around to look at you.

You catch his gaze and he gives you a wink, rolling your eyes as you continue to clear off the dinner you just shared with your family.

The younger one raises his hand to ask a question.

“Mama, why did you push papa in the pool?“

Your husband looks at you, with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Yeah mama, why did ya push poor dad in the pool?“

Giving your idiot of a husband a fiery look, you still answer your child’s question.

“Well to be honest, your dad had it coming. He snatched something precious away from me and obviously had to pay for it somehow.“

“Aw c‘mon baby yer not still mad ‘bout that are ya?“ Atsumu pouts.

“Mad about what?“ The mini Miyas glance at you with a twinkle of curiosity in their eyes, while scooting closer to listen to their parent‘s “romantic” story.

You stop wiping and hang up the dishwasher towel for drying. Standing behind your husband, he gives you a fearful look.

You lean over the chair, set both of your hands firmly on Atsumu‘s shoulders and you can feel the anxiety from his tense shoulders.

“He stole Mama‘s precious cupcake.“ You whisper to your children in a dangerous tone.

Both of your children gasp loudly at the reveal of the reason why you pushed your husband into the pool out of anger back then.

Atsumu chuckles a bit nervously but regains his composure quickly.

“Lesson learned not to steal food from mama. But I got her back for it, I pulled her in the pool as well.“

The gasps of your twins get even louder as they stare with open mouths and wide eyes at their father.

“In the end though, it kinda looked like the lion king scene, when Simba pulled Nala into the water. Afterwards…. Well let’s just keep that PG-13 for now. Ain’t that romantic kiddos?” Atsumu holds your hand with his own and squeezes it gently while giving you a lovesick smile as he looks up at you.

“What does papa mean?PG-13?“ The older one of the twins asks, while tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Atsumu turns his face from you to his children, is about to give the talk about the birds and the bees and you quickly interrupt him.

“Atsumu! They are six years old for crying out loud!“ You scold him from behind and hit him lightly on the back of his head.

The blond Setter is startled by your loud voice and slap directed at him and he immediately shuts up.

“Hehe, Papa is scared of mama.“ The older twin turns towards his brother and starts giggling.

“I ain’t scared of her!” The Setter argues with his children.

“Atsumu.” You give him a deadly look.

“Shutting up dear.” Puts a hand to his head in a saluting way and glares at his children, as they continue to giggle and laugh at their cowardly father.

@wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @rukia-uchiha-98

date - simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

a/n: you have no idea how much I LOVE medic!reader so this is my spin on it 🕺🕺🕺 and like private but not secret relationship with simon holy shit I live for that shit

desc: poor guy unknowingly hitting on the lieutenant’s lovely wife

warnings: descriptions of wound/gash, slight foul language

You were nose deep in your paperwork when the doors to your office opened, making you whip your head to look at the intrusion. You body relaxed at the sight of Ghost and Soap, casually walking to your desk. Tilting your head a bit, not noticing that either of them were injured so it confused you why they were visiting the medbay.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up from your seated position to look at your behemoth of a husband. “Yeah. Jus’ wanted to see you.” He said softly, palms on the desk and slightly leaning over it. “And what’s Soap doing here?” You tilted your head to see the man behind the lieutenant, busy with his phone. Ghost crossed his arms and you could feel his annoyance radiating off his stance from the corner of your eye.

“Aye, doc.” Soap greeted you as he lifted his gaze from his phone. “I’m just tagging along, got some questions to ask L.t.”

“Should’ve asked during the damn briefing.” He said, tilted his head a bit to glare at the sergeant. You knew how much your husband hated it when people interrupt the times you guys were together, since the chance to spend time with just you were rare in the chaos that happened everyday in the base. Sometimes you were confused if he was annoyed or jealoused.

“I forgot, alright..” Soap pursed his lips and scooted away a bit, to give you and Ghost some privacy. Not a lot of people knew about your marriage with Ghost, but they know you were married by the beautiful ring on your ring finger. Only the task force knew and over time, they learned the silent queues to give the both of you some space and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Ghost placed his left palm on the table and leaned in slightly, eyes laser focused on your face. “What is it, Si?” Your tone was heavy with exhaustion as Ghost looked down at you, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed a bit under the balaclava he wore.

“Your shift ends in a bit, right?” He brought a hand to gently cup your jaw. You nodded. “I want to take you out for dinner. You need a break, love.” He said, voice hushed as he took in your tired eyes. There was a moment of silence as you lowered you gaze to the papers on your table, before looking back at him.

“Is Soap coming along too?” You teased, fighting a smile. “God no.” He replied right after the words left your mouth. You laughed before continuing, “It’s a date then.” A grin formed on your lips. “It is.” You felt his warm lips over the mask as he kissed your forehead, before joining Soap to sit in one of the empty patient rooms to wait for you. The door to the room was open, so you could hear a faint conversation and Soap’s laugh while you continued your paperwork.

Not five minutes later, the doors to the medbay opened again and a soldier walked in, clutching his hand. You looked up from the paperwork and your eyes widened slightly at the blood on his hands. “What happened?” You immediately stood up and walked over to him, guiding him to sit in an empty room right beside your husband’s.

“Accidentally cut my hand open while working in the garage. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You were sitting in front of him, his palm in your hands as you carefully inspect the gash. Your eyebrows furrowed at how calm and nonchalant his tone was, so you looked up from his palm to see he was slightly smiling at you.

“You look oddly happy for a person with a bloody hand.” You quipped before turning around, collecting a few items from the cabinet behind where you sat. The man looked down and laughed, and you could hear how- bashful it sounded. “I feel fine, doc. Like I said, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” He replied, and you can hear a hint of smug in his voice.

You playfully shook your head at him as you sat back down. The fact that he wasn’t brooding over the injury really calmed the tension, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit off. “Thankfully the cut wasn’t that deep, so you don’t need stitches. A few bandages will do.” He nodded, but you felt his gaze on you.

You shifted in your seat, ripping open an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound. “This is going to sting a bit.” You said as you held the wipe.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” The way he tried to sound cool had you cringing. The second you place down the wipe on the wound, you heard a faint hiss and you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. “You can, huh?” You met his gaze and he avoided it by looking to the side with an embarrassed grin.

A few moments of silence later, the soldier spoke up. “Say, doc,” You hummed, focused on throwing away the wipe once you were done sterilising the wound.

“What would you say if I uh- if someone asked you out? Asking for a friend.”

Your face was out of his sight since you were looking down on his palm, so he didn’t see you blinked slowly as you figured out why he was trying so hard to impress you. Suddenly you were aware that the chatter in the next room had gone silent, and you just knew that they were listening.

You looked up to see a faint red hue on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out another huff of laughter at the sight. “Did you purposefully got this wound to see me for that?” You asked jokingly as you started to wrap his palm in gauze. “Woah, no. ..but I would, if it meant I could see you again.” People asking you out wasn’t something uncommon to you, but his confidence baffled you in a way. If only he knew who you were married to.

You decided to play along, curious to know where this would lead. “Does this friend of yours.. know that I’m married? I don’t keep it a secret, you know.” You said as you raised your hand to show an outline of a ring beneath the latex gloves. He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyes focused on the ring as he kissed his teeth.

“But your husband is not here, is he? A pretty girl like you deserves to be treated somewhere nice, doc. I can take you out, tonight.” He uttered.

You felt your eye twitch and heard the chairs in the next room scraped against the floor. You tugged a bit on the gauze, making sure it’s secure. At this point you were almost done with him, so you look up to meet his gaze, but what you saw behind him made the excitement in your body skyrocket.

Thank god his back was facing the doorway, because there stood Ghost, arms menacingly crossed across his broad chest, leaning on the doorframe. Soap was beside him, his phone out and presumably recording the unfortunate moment. He even had a palm over his mouth desperately trying to supress his laughter.

An idea sparked in your head, you pursed your lips in a thin line and looked down for a bit, before meeting the soldier’s eyes again. “You think I’m pretty?” You replied in a low tone. God, you felt the goosebumps travelling all over your back, cringing so, so hard. He nodded eagerly and muttered, “So pretty.”

“…Thank you, but I don’t know.. I already have a date tonight.” You feigned innocence and tilted your head. “Really?,” he scoffed. Judging from his reaction, you assumed he thought that another soldier at the base already asked you out. Well, he was right. “Who’s the lucky fella? Is it the new private?” You playfully shrugged. “It’s him, right? he told me you rejected him..”

A bubble of laughter erupted from your stomach, both from his reply and the way Ghost stood behind him. Ghost knew well how much you liked to tease him and he’s fighting the urge to just grab the soldier and punch a hole into his goddamn face. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows, lips tugged in a confused half-smile.

“No, no not with the private. With my husband, actually. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Your gaze now landed on the figure behind the soldier, and he turned around quickly and looked up to meet Ghost’s blood curdling glare. “..L-lieutenant,” He greeted in a mix of respect and pure horror. More of the latter.

You knew Soap’s phone got a crystal clear view of the colours draining out of the poor soldier’s face, making a mental note to watch it later. His eyes widened and you could see how frigid his body had turned as Ghost walked over to your side.

“That’s right. In fact, I think we might be late for the reservation. You’re almost done, love?” He said softly to you, before enunciating the last word while looking straight into the soldier’s soul. His adam’s apple shifted as he gulped down the terror.

You nodded cheerily, releasing the soldier’s bandaged hand before standing up and walking over to the doorframe. “Alright, my nurse will inform you how to take care of the wound. It will take about a week to fully heal, so be careful. Take care, soldier.” You said with a bubbly tone before exciting the room to get ready to end your shift.

Now he was alone with the lieutenant in the room, minus the borderline-laughing sergeant behind the doorframe. Ghost said nothing as he continued to glare fucking daggers into the soldier and seeing him squirm in the seat, waiting for the nurse. He felt cold sweat run down his spine, eyes wide and trying hard to not look at the lieutenant’s gaze. The pure awkwardness and realisation of ‘I just hit on the lieutenant’s WIFE’ made him wanted to faint.

The tension was soon cut through like a knife by Ghost himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. “Rest up, soldier. You have a long day tomorrow.” He said sternly as he left the room. As if he took the pressure out with him, the soldier finally let out a deep breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

A faint “beep” and a laughter was heard outside of the door, making the scared-shitless soldier turn around in his seat. Soap peeked his head and looked at him, a grin on his face. “You fucked up, lad. Better warn the private too, if I was ya’. An’ your whole squad. Best of luck.” He spoke in amusement before walking off to find you and Ghost and letting the soldier drown in his shithole of despair.

Ghost is silently seething, and I love it

date - simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

a/n: you have no idea how much I LOVE medic!reader so this is my spin on it 🕺🕺🕺 and like private but not secret relationship with simon holy shit I live for that shit

desc: poor guy unknowingly hitting on the lieutenant’s lovely wife

warnings: descriptions of wound/gash, slight foul language

You were nose deep in your paperwork when the doors to your office opened, making you whip your head to look at the intrusion. You body relaxed at the sight of Ghost and Soap, casually walking to your desk. Tilting your head a bit, not noticing that either of them were injured so it confused you why they were visiting the medbay.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up from your seated position to look at your behemoth of a husband. “Yeah. Jus’ wanted to see you.” He said softly, palms on the desk and slightly leaning over it. “And what’s Soap doing here?” You tilted your head to see the man behind the lieutenant, busy with his phone. Ghost crossed his arms and you could feel his annoyance radiating off his stance from the corner of your eye.

“Aye, doc.” Soap greeted you as he lifted his gaze from his phone. “I’m just tagging along, got some questions to ask L.t.”

“Should’ve asked during the damn briefing.” He said, tilted his head a bit to glare at the sergeant. You knew how much your husband hated it when people interrupt the times you guys were together, since the chance to spend time with just you were rare in the chaos that happened everyday in the base. Sometimes you were confused if he was annoyed or jealoused.

“I forgot, alright..” Soap pursed his lips and scooted away a bit, to give you and Ghost some privacy. Not a lot of people knew about your marriage with Ghost, but they know you were married by the beautiful ring on your ring finger. Only the task force knew and over time, they learned the silent queues to give the both of you some space and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Ghost placed his left palm on the table and leaned in slightly, eyes laser focused on your face. “What is it, Si?” Your tone was heavy with exhaustion as Ghost looked down at you, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed a bit under the balaclava he wore.

“Your shift ends in a bit, right?” He brought a hand to gently cup your jaw. You nodded. “I want to take you out for dinner. You need a break, love.” He said, voice hushed as he took in your tired eyes. There was a moment of silence as you lowered you gaze to the papers on your table, before looking back at him.

“Is Soap coming along too?” You teased, fighting a smile. “God no.” He replied right after the words left your mouth. You laughed before continuing, “It’s a date then.” A grin formed on your lips. “It is.” You felt his warm lips over the mask as he kissed your forehead, before joining Soap to sit in one of the empty patient rooms to wait for you. The door to the room was open, so you could hear a faint conversation and Soap’s laugh while you continued your paperwork.

Not five minutes later, the doors to the medbay opened again and a soldier walked in, clutching his hand. You looked up from the paperwork and your eyes widened slightly at the blood on his hands. “What happened?” You immediately stood up and walked over to him, guiding him to sit in an empty room right beside your husband’s.

“Accidentally cut my hand open while working in the garage. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You were sitting in front of him, his palm in your hands as you carefully inspect the gash. Your eyebrows furrowed at how calm and nonchalant his tone was, so you looked up from his palm to see he was slightly smiling at you.

“You look oddly happy for a person with a bloody hand.” You quipped before turning around, collecting a few items from the cabinet behind where you sat. The man looked down and laughed, and you could hear how- bashful it sounded. “I feel fine, doc. Like I said, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” He replied, and you can hear a hint of smug in his voice.

You playfully shook your head at him as you sat back down. The fact that he wasn’t brooding over the injury really calmed the tension, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit off. “Thankfully the cut wasn’t that deep, so you don’t need stitches. A few bandages will do.” He nodded, but you felt his gaze on you.

You shifted in your seat, ripping open an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound. “This is going to sting a bit.” You said as you held the wipe.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” The way he tried to sound cool had you cringing. The second you place down the wipe on the wound, you heard a faint hiss and you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. “You can, huh?” You met his gaze and he avoided it by looking to the side with an embarrassed grin.

A few moments of silence later, the soldier spoke up. “Say, doc,” You hummed, focused on throwing away the wipe once you were done sterilising the wound.

“What would you say if I uh- if someone asked you out? Asking for a friend.”

Your face was out of his sight since you were looking down on his palm, so he didn’t see you blinked slowly as you figured out why he was trying so hard to impress you. Suddenly you were aware that the chatter in the next room had gone silent, and you just knew that they were listening.

You looked up to see a faint red hue on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out another huff of laughter at the sight. “Did you purposefully got this wound to see me for that?” You asked jokingly as you started to wrap his palm in gauze. “Woah, no. ..but I would, if it meant I could see you again.” People asking you out wasn’t something uncommon to you, but his confidence baffled you in a way. If only he knew who you were married to.

You decided to play along, curious to know where this would lead. “Does this friend of yours.. know that I’m married? I don’t keep it a secret, you know.” You said as you raised your hand to show an outline of a ring beneath the latex gloves. He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyes focused on the ring as he kissed his teeth.

“But your husband is not here, is he? A pretty girl like you deserves to be treated somewhere nice, doc. I can take you out, tonight.” He uttered.

You felt your eye twitch and heard the chairs in the next room scraped against the floor. You tugged a bit on the gauze, making sure it’s secure. At this point you were almost done with him, so you look up to meet his gaze, but what you saw behind him made the excitement in your body skyrocket.

Thank god his back was facing the doorway, because there stood Ghost, arms menacingly crossed across his broad chest, leaning on the doorframe. Soap was beside him, his phone out and presumably recording the unfortunate moment. He even had a palm over his mouth desperately trying to supress his laughter.

An idea sparked in your head, you pursed your lips in a thin line and looked down for a bit, before meeting the soldier’s eyes again. “You think I’m pretty?” You replied in a low tone. God, you felt the goosebumps travelling all over your back, cringing so, so hard. He nodded eagerly and muttered, “So pretty.”

“…Thank you, but I don’t know.. I already have a date tonight.” You feigned innocence and tilted your head. “Really?,” he scoffed. Judging from his reaction, you assumed he thought that another soldier at the base already asked you out. Well, he was right. “Who’s the lucky fella? Is it the new private?” You playfully shrugged. “It’s him, right? he told me you rejected him..”

A bubble of laughter erupted from your stomach, both from his reply and the way Ghost stood behind him. Ghost knew well how much you liked to tease him and he’s fighting the urge to just grab the soldier and punch a hole into his goddamn face. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows, lips tugged in a confused half-smile.

“No, no not with the private. With my husband, actually. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Your gaze now landed on the figure behind the soldier, and he turned around quickly and looked up to meet Ghost’s blood curdling glare. “..L-lieutenant,” He greeted in a mix of respect and pure horror. More of the latter.

You knew Soap’s phone got a crystal clear view of the colours draining out of the poor soldier’s face, making a mental note to watch it later. His eyes widened and you could see how frigid his body had turned as Ghost walked over to your side.

“That’s right. In fact, I think we might be late for the reservation. You’re almost done, love?” He said softly to you, before enunciating the last word while looking straight into the soldier’s soul. His adam’s apple shifted as he gulped down the terror.

You nodded cheerily, releasing the soldier’s bandaged hand before standing up and walking over to the doorframe. “Alright, my nurse will inform you how to take care of the wound. It will take about a week to fully heal, so be careful. Take care, soldier.” You said with a bubbly tone before exciting the room to get ready to end your shift.

Now he was alone with the lieutenant in the room, minus the borderline-laughing sergeant behind the doorframe. Ghost said nothing as he continued to glare fucking daggers into the soldier and seeing him squirm in the seat, waiting for the nurse. He felt cold sweat run down his spine, eyes wide and trying hard to not look at the lieutenant’s gaze. The pure awkwardness and realisation of ‘I just hit on the lieutenant’s WIFE’ made him wanted to faint.

The tension was soon cut through like a knife by Ghost himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. “Rest up, soldier. You have a long day tomorrow.” He said sternly as he left the room. As if he took the pressure out with him, the soldier finally let out a deep breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

A faint “beep” and a laughter was heard outside of the door, making the scared-shitless soldier turn around in his seat. Soap peeked his head and looked at him, a grin on his face. “You fucked up, lad. Better warn the private too, if I was ya’. An’ your whole squad. Best of luck.” He spoke in amusement before walking off to find you and Ghost and letting the soldier drown in his shithole of despair.