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Chapter 23: The Aftermath

Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four

Word Count: 4847 words of these kids definitely have ptsd now

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, blood, hospitals (i myself am not fond of being in one), minor violence?, some nice sweet stuff in this one since all the others have been an angst fest

[A/N: this is kind of like a filler episode we all know and love on our fav shows (or not lmao) but i really wanted to give a shot at what was happening before 'two days later'. you don't really have to read this chapter if you don't want to, but there are some important parts?]

The Aftermath

Dawn was breaking by the time you left the Upside Down, slowly casting an orange light on your silhouettes. For a moment, everyone glanced over at the rising sun.

It wasn’t until you were heading to the RV that you realised this particular sunrise wasn’t meant to be seen by your eyes, or any after that. It was a bittersweet reminder that you almost never saw a sunrise ever again. You didn’t even remember the last.

Steve drove away from the trailer park, Nancy taking care of Eddie’s wounds in the back, while Dustin and Robin shared stories of the night. Despite their efforts, there was an unease that even the attempt of comedic conversation couldn’t break.

You sat in the front, staring out of the window and wincing at the reflection of the girl with a blood-stained face staring back.

There was too much running through your mind to truly allow you to focus, only ever seeing the same images burned into your brain. The visions of the people you lost, the grave inscribed with your name. The look in Vecna’s eye when he took your life. Your blood.

“Hey.”

Steve’s foot gently nudges yours, voice lowered in attempt to keep the conversation private. Not that it was needed; Robin and Dustin’s exchange of tales were loud and excitable, the pair happy to just discuss random movies and keep Eddie awake.

“You okay?” He asks before his face drops, shaking his head and looking back to the road. “Sorry, stupid question.”

“We lost.” You say after a time, quietly. He glances over to you.

He took a moment to decide his next words, flexing his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Not yet. We’ll get another chance, and we’ll win. I know it.”

“Yeah.” You try to agree, but your heart wasn’t in it.

“Look,” Steve sighs, quickly checking the mirror to ensure the others were distracted, “All I know is that we’re okay. That you’re okay.”

His voice was slightly cracked at the last three words and your whip your head to find his eyes, frowning.

“Steve-”

“No, I-” He breathes away the reddening of his eyes, focused on the road ahead in the soft yellow glow of the headlights, illuminating the paths hidden in darkness from the early morning shades of trees. “I genuinely thought I was gonna have to figure out the rest of my life without you and I never wanna do that again. I wish I could say it was the first time.”

“When have you…” You shake your head, confused.

Steve’s eyes flicker to yours, gulping. “Last year. When… the Russian base. We got separated. All I could hear were your screams. Even if I was getting beaten to a bloody pulp, those screams were the worst torture, believe me. Then- then that woman showed us a knife- your blood, and…”

A tear rolls down his cheek as he continues. “Jesus, I seriously thought that this year would be different. You left, and believe me that sucked, but you were safe. That’s what mattered.But I- I couldn’t get any of it out of my head. Then the worst finally happened just a few hours ago and I don’t even know how I’m gonna process that one.”

“You aren’t the only one.” You admit quietly and he nods.

“Yeah, of course. Right, I can’t even imagine-” His breath is shaky and you lower your head.

There was always a part of you that declared you needed to be strong, to never show weakness. It was that part that always ended up failing you, spinning you out of control until you did something you regret. But those usually extended from small lies or lack of communication. This time, it was quite literally death.

And you didn’t have the strength in you to pretend like you were okay.

“Don’t ever die again.” Steve frowns, breaking the silence, eyes filled with that painful memory. His lips were tight, glistening eyes watching as the light began to beam between the branches you pass. “Please.”

You lean over and wipe the tear from his cheek. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“Good.” He chuckles, taking your hand and squeezing it. “Because I’m not letting you go that easy.”

That was the first time you felt like you smiled for a normal reason. The only times happiness had struck you over the course of the past few days were when you celebrated that your friends were alive. This… this felt better. Because it wasn’t a relieved smile for once. It was the joy you felt after the boy you loved told you that this was forever.

The moment was broken with a thick air of smoke clouding the road, Steve pulling the RV to a stop and frowning.

“What’s going on?” Nancy joins you at the front, peering through the windscreen.

As Steve wordlessly shakes his head, you can make out a shadow in the distance, a scarlet outline. Your eyes widen.

You were out of your seat and jumping from the door in no time, feet planting on the solid ground before taking a few steps. Your breath slipped from your lips, a clearer view of what you feared.

The Creel House was surrounded by the dark smoke but illuminated by a red light, almost like fire.

And it was no longer standing.

A huge slit broke the house in half, the beating heart of a gate staring back at you. Your gaze travels up the building, face dropping completely. The attic was incinerated.

“Do you think they got out?” Dustin asks with the smallest whisper.

Your friends had collected behind you, poking their head out of the vehicle and staring at the destruction with wide eyes.

Robin nods vigorously. “Yeah. Yeah, they- they had plenty of time.”

Your eyes flicker around, part of you hoping to find Lucas safe and sound among the rubble. Nothing.

Erica would have gone for help, you tell yourself, he’s fine, she’s fine… Max is fine.

“Maybe they’re-” Dustin hobbles down from the step in the direction of the building, until his ankle folds beneath him and he’s almost face first on the ground.

Steve catches him just in time, “Woah, no, okay. We’re getting you to the hospital. You seriously need that ankle checked out.”

“But-”

“No, he’s right.” Nancy affirms, nodding. “You’re obviously in pain, Eddie needs those bites properly treated. And Y/n-”

Nancy turns to you and for the first time tonight, took in your appearance, breath hitching. Almost your entire torso was covered in dry blood, splattered across your neck and face. Three gashes were torn into the fabric of your shirt, outlining the red scars that replaced your once fatal wounds. Bruises coated the public skin, some more brutal than others. You were, to put it simply, a mess.

“I’m fine.” You shrug, clearing your throat. “But, yeah. We, uh… we should get to the hospital.”

You ignored her worried look, turning away from the wreck and stepping back into the RV, reclaiming your seat. Steve slips back behind the wheel, taking a deep breath and relying on the headlights to guide you all safely through Hawkins.

The earlier chatter of distraction had dissipated into unsettling silence. Perhaps they were originally riding the high of their survival, but now the truth of the surface had unveiled itself and plunged them into dread.

And it only got worse.

Driving through streets of chaos, your heart drops; crumbled buildings, fires burning away memories, people cradling limbs as they’re pulled from beneath.

Crying parents held their children, police men desperately trying to assess the source of the destruction. It was soul-breaking to see the panic, residents fleeing their homes without a choice. Hawkins was once so cosy.

The aftermath of Vecna’s victory hadn’t just hurt you. It affected the entire town.

The road to the hospital was busy with cars, forcing Steve to stop in the Family Video parking lot. Luckily for you, the final destination was only around the corner.

Steve supported Eddie’s weight, the latter insisting he was fine when, especially in daylight, he clearly wasn’t. Dustin simply loops his arm around Nancy, allowing her to help him along with no complaints. From the grimace of his face, the adrenaline must have worn off and he was now feeling the pain of the drop.

Robin offered to help, only met with a few murmurs of ‘no, it’s okay’ before she gave up and shuffled up next to you, her curious eyes assessing the buildings around her.

After seeing the Creel House destroyed, your hope had gone. You knew Max was dead, that part was made very clear by the grand opening of Hawkins’ biggest gate yet. But you also knew Lucas had to have seen that, and he wouldn’t have left her side, even if the ground was swallowing them both up. It hurt.

Lucas had a natural charisma about him when you first met. It was late, your first night in Hawkins, and the house beside you was lively, bundles of excited chatter and exclamations spewing from the tiny window of the basement and echoing straight to your window. It wasn’t until you took a step out of the house for some fresh air that you met the kids; Will’s shy smile, Mike’s under-eager wave, and Dustin’s wide grin. Lucas was the first one to talk to you, a warm welcome to the town.

Ever since then, you’ve seen him grow from that 12 year old boy into someone you wished you could be. You’ve dealt with his unrealistically optimistic flirts, his arguments with the other boys, his small and quiet conversations about wanting to play basketball like the older kids did but scared he would upset the Party. And he dealt with your sarcasm, your denial of emotions, even your constant refusals to assist them even though you would do anything for them. When you think of any memory tied to the town, almost every one had him connected into it, his sincerity and love for his friends inspiring you to make the same sacrifices onto selflessness. You couldn’t have hoped for a better person to care for your sister.

The thought of losing them both…

Warmth slipped into your hand and you look up to see Robin’s smile, her hand squeezing yours gently as you led the others towards the hospital. Neither of you spoke, only basking in the safety you felt with eachother, calming nerves.

As the greying white of the building appears into view, flashing lights blare the road behind you, screeching sirens of persistence loud enough to pierce the chaos around you.

The ambulance stops just outside of the entrance, a gurney being pulled from the back and slid onto the paving. You barely take notice, head hung low as you glance back to check on Dustin and Eddie.

“Is she gonna be okay?! Anyone?!”

Your head whips up to see someone else emerge from the transport, reddened eyes and quick breaths as they yell in exasperation.

Erica steps around him, noticing you stood with a look of shock on your face. She immediately turns to get his attention, pulling on his shirt and nodding in your direction.

Lucas’ face drops when he sees you, eyes widening. He glances to the gurney.

It doesn’t take long for the puzzle to build itself.

“Max.” You breathe out, loud enough for your friends to halt all movement and find the source of your whisper.

Without even waiting for confirmation, you drop Robin’s hand and sprint over to where they were carting your sister into the hospital, a sob leaving your lips when you see her face, blood staining her cheeks in tear paths.

“You need to step back.” A nurse informed you a little bitterly and you shake your head, keeping up with the fast pace.

“She’s my sister!” You insist and the woman sighs, nodding to another worker.

“And we will let you know everything once we finish her surgery.”

“No, I- Surgery?” You repeat, hand brushing against Max’s face before she’s pulled away from you and through restricted doors, leaving you stood alone in the foyer, murmurs of busy people vibrating around you.

“Y/n?”

You turn around to see Lucas stood a few steps from you, body almost curling in on itself like he was guilty, ashamed. With the drop of your heart, you realise he must think you’d hate him for breaking his promise. Your feet moved quickly.

Closing the distance, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close. His arms immediately clung onto you, soft sobs vibrating into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I tried- he-”

“It’s okay.” You soothe, squeezing your eyes shut. “You’re here. That’s what matters. You did everything you could.”

Lucas’ mumbles of apology quickly faded into silent tears, his tight grasp finding comfort in your arms and letting you hold him up. Behind him, Erica patiently waits, her sad eyes finding yours and flickering to her older brother, a look of helplessness.

The doors open to reveal the others, Steve calling for doctors passing by and struggling to make excuses for Eddie’s condition.

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you, we…” Steve stumbles over words, looking to Robin.

“Uh, yeah, we… found him. Like this, I mean. We found him like this.” She finishes, turning red. She was never one for lying.

The doctor raised an eyebrow and Eddie sighed.

“Bats.” He states and they look surprised.

“Bats?” The doctor repeats and Eddie nods.

“Yeah, bats.”

Nancy clocks the medic’s startled face and clears her throat. “He might just be in shock, you know. The, um, earthquake must’ve spooked a lot of animals.”

“Right.” The doctor sounds hesitant but motions over a nurse, whispering something in her ear before she helps them take Eddie from Steve’s hold.

As they pass, Eddie sends you a smile, your brain instantly recognising that look where he hides something behind his eyes. You frown, carefully pulling away from Lucas but keeping an arm around him.

You watch as the doctor nods to a guard by the entrance, the man moving swiftly across the foyer and towards where the medics were helping Eddie.

And, with the sickening realisation, you knew there wasn’t even a small chance he’d have a normal life after this.

Because you never managed to clear his name.

Steve was by your side as you glared up at Officer Callahan, arms crossed as you stared with such malice he was starting to look uncomfortable.

As you intended. After all, his spiel about Eddie’s ‘murder rampage’ boiled your veins with each shake of his head.

“I’m just stating the law-”

“Fuck the law!” You spit and he widens his eyes, adjusting his hat.

Steve raises his brows but says nothing, trying to hide a smirk as the officer slowly shrinks in size.

“And it’s not even true. Which we’ve been trying to tell you for the past 20 minutes and honestly, I’m really starting to think our law enforcement is really fucking stupid.”

“Hey, now-” Callahan complains but you raise your hand and he shuts his mouth.

“Please, tell me how it’s humanly possible for anyone, much less Eddie, to be able to do that to someone.” You challenge and whatever retort he had was thrown away, shoulders slumping as he sighs.

“It’s not up to him.”

You and Steve turn to see Powell enter the hallway, nodding to his colleague.

“Since he was seen in contact with 2 out of the 3 victims, we have to take into account that he doesn’t have any kind of alibi.” Powell explains and you purse your lips.

“Explain my sister, then.” You say and he looks surprised, glancing to Callahan for clarification but in return getting a shrug.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Max is currently in surgery after being found with all her bones snapped and her eyes bleeding.” You try and keep control over your voice, wanting them to take you seriously. “Exactly like the other kids. And Eddie couldn’t possibly have done that.”

“How do you know that he didn’t?” Powell raises an eyebrow and you’re ready to answer until Steve’s reminding touch stops you.

“Uh…” You struggle to speak.

To tell the police that you had been hiding a fugitive wouldn’t look great for anyone, but especially not you. You knew about the records they kept on you at the station, the looks you’d get anytime you would pass an officer. They’d be quick to assume that Eddie had an accomplice.

“He was with me.” Steve breaks his silence and your eyes widen, whipping your head to him. He avoids your eyes, looking to Powell and scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, long story short I kinda ran into him at Skull Rock, got to talking. I mean, I was all on board thinking Eddie could’ve done it until I actually met the guy and yeah, I gotta tell ya… not a murderer.”

Callahan’s eyes narrowed while Powell assessed Steve’s face for any hint of a lie. You held your breath.

Powell eventually nods, glancing off into the distance before running a hand down his face. “Alright.”

“Alright?” You prompt, brows furrowed.

“We’ll reopen the case.” He states and Callahan turns to him with wide eyes.

“We will?”

“Yes.” Powell nods, adjusting his hat and finding your eyes. “I can’t guarantee anything will change, but he’ll no longer be in our custody. At least not until we’ve dealt with this earthquake.”

You let out your breath and exchanged a triumphant smile with Steve.

Callahan clears his throat pointing a stare. “It does mean we’re gonna have to take statements, from you and your boyfriend here. We expect you to show up this time.”

His narrowed eyes stay on you until he’s rounded the corner, contrasting the slight nod giving by his chief and then they’re out of sight, leaving you and Steve stood outside of Eddie’s room with dumbfounded smiles.

“Did that just really work?” You ask, unfolding your arms and frowning in joyful confusion.

“I’ll be honest,” Steve runs a hand through his hair, “When you said ‘I’m gonna scare them into freeing Eddie’, I kinda expected to be visiting you behind bars.”

You smirk. “Aww, you’d visit me?”

There was a smile on his face, but not from the humour. He was glancing to where Powell and Callahan had disappeared then returning to your face, struggling to keep his lips from widening into a grin.

“What?” You question, cocking your head.

“Nothing, I just…” He wets his lips as he shoves his hands into his pocket, grin on display. “You didn’t correct him.”

You furrow your brows, searching through your memory. “About what?”

“Nothing.” Steve shakes his head, grinning still. “Don’t worry about it.”

Laughing, you open your mouth to respond when something catches your eye. Silhouettes of two figures stood down the hall, sporting matching jackets that you’d recognise anywhere.

Steve frowns, looking over his shoulder to what stole your attention and he holds his breath. He turns back to see your furious gaze, the way your hands balled into little fists.

Lucas had explained everything, from the very beginning of Max baiting Vecna to the ending of Jason showing up out of the blue, smashing her Walkman in the process. Erica was quick to chime in about his friend, the attack. Needless to say, one of them had picked a wrong day to show up in your line of vision.

“Okay, let’s-” Steve begins, but you’re already storming towards them. “Nevermind, okay.”

“Hey!” You shout across the hallway, the boys’ heads locating the call. The one with darker hair looked surprised, fearful even, making you think he knew exactly who you were. The other sported a hat, and, adding fuel to your fire, seemed completely unbothered.

“Can we help you?” He grumbles. Andy, you read on his jacket as you stop in front of them.

You take a look between the two before settling on Andy. “You the one that tackled a little kid and threatened to break her arms?”

The boy beside him- Chase- shifts uncomfortably, looking to his friend with a startled expression. Andy barely flinched.

“No.” He spat, shoving his hands in his jacket and nodding to his friend, a cruel smile on his face as he begins to turn away.

“You realise harming a minor results in both jail time and high monetary fines?” You retort, his footsteps slowing.

He looks to you with a scoff. “You a fucking cop or something?”

“No.” You shrug, tilting your head. “Just a friend of the victim.”

“I don’t know what that little shit said but I didn’t do anything.” Andy insists, voice deep. It wasn’t a plead of innocence. It was a warning.

“Look, we’re just here looking for Jason.” Chase interjects, looking extremely nervous.

“Uh…” You frown, feeling a little guilty in knowing the truth. But you didn’t want to be the one to bear the news. “Haven’t seen him.”

“Waste of time.” Andy mumbles, scanning your body before rolling his eyes and sending Chase a sarcastic look. You purse your lips.

“Maybe if you had checked on him before running away like a wimp, you wouldn’t be wasting your time.”

“Andy?” Chase frowns and Andy’s amused face abruptly drops to a scowl. Chase seemed to have no idea of the previous events of the night, part of you wondering if he wanted out of the ‘hunting’ after his teammate died. Or maybe he was just morally better than the rest of them.

“I’m warning you.” Andy grits his teeth, body fully facing you now. He was clearly a violent one.

Maybe you should take the warning. After all, Andy was physically built as an athlete, much taller and stronger than you were. Your most recent exercise was climbing up a rope and hell, that was a struggle.

But Vecna had really heightened your preferences on what you would find intimidating.

“About what?” You challenge, raising your eyebrows. “You gonna break my arms then run away? Because as I recall, my friend still has her limbs perfectly intact and she’s 11, so… if you can’t even win a fight against a literal child, what makes you think you’ll win-”

Andy’s arm flies out, hand flat as he aims to swipe it across your head. The effect would have hurt for sure, if someone hadn’t caught it just before impact.

You barely flinched as it was, already set to have dodged the attack. But there was something even better having Steve Harrington stood next to you, hand gripping Andy’s wrist tightly as he glares at him.

“I’m warning you.” Steve threatens, voice low. “You fucking touch her and I guarantee someone’s losing their arm today.”

He violently thrusts Andy’s arm back to him, earning a wide-eyed stumble. Andy moves forward, but Chase blocks him.

“Come on, man, let’s just go.” He places a hand on his shoulder and manoeuvres him backwards.

There’s one more angry look from Andy before Chase manages to wrangle him back down the hall and out of your sight. You figure this won’t be the last of seeing him.

“I swear you make more enemies than you do friends.” Steve lets out a breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

“As long as I always have my knight in shining armour to save me.” You bat your eyelids sarcastically and he chuckles, clicking his jaw.

“I’m just glad I actually did something this time instead of running in when it was all over.” Steve smirks knowingly and you look to the ground.

“Can’t believe he did that to Erica. That any of them were just ready to kill a guy because of what? A- a game that they thought was satanic. Part of me felt bad for Jason, but the rest of them barely had an excuse.”

“And Jason did?” Steve quirks a brow.

You sigh, “He was broken. Chrissy was his girlfriend and, I mean, he clearly loved her. Love makes you do crazy things and no, I do not think anything he did was right, but he was hurting. So badly. God, if I was told that someone I loved was murdered, I’d…”

“Hurl Molotov cocktails at the guy who did it?” Steve suggests, attempting a joke but ultimately placing his arms around your shoulders and pulling you closer, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

“She’s gonna be okay, you know.” He mumbles into your hair after a while and your shoulders slump. Of course he already knew what you were thinking.

“We should probably be in the waiting room. For when the doctors have news.” You say quietly and he nods. “Maybe get some coffee so I can be awake. They’ll be a while.”

His arm slips from your shoulders but instead finds your hand, intertwining fingers as you walk towards the busy noise of people impatiently waiting for good news.

“Should also probably get our bruises looked at.”

“I’d rather suffer in silence until I get a good night’s sleep.”

“You literally just said you wanted coffee.”

“Huh, then I guess it’ll have to wait a little longer.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love me really.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You guys heard from California yet?” Lucas asks, his voice thick with tears as one hand holds an icepack to his face. He was trying his best to stay calm, but his leg anxiously bounced as he leant back in his chair. Erica's head was rested gently against his shoulder, the girl drifting off to sleep.

“No.” Nancy sighs, scrunching her face. You knew she and Jonathan hadn’t been talking as much lately. You prayed that everyone was okay, and that Nancy and Jonathan would be fine. They were meant for eachother.

“Oh my god.” Robin suddenly blurts, standing up abruptly. She glances around at everyone’s concerned faces. “I gotta call my parents.”

Once her eyes locate it, she bounds over to the phone hanging from the wall, scrambling to dial a number in. Nancy raises her head.

“What is it?” You notice Nancy’s fallen expression, the tightening of her lips. It looked like she was about to cry.

“My parents. Holly.” She says in breaths and you move from your chair to crouch in front of her.

“I’m sure they’re fine.” You comfort, placing your hand over hers and dipping your head down to find her eyes. “Okay, your- your dad is always watching those disaster documentaries, right? He would have gotten your mom and Holly to safety in no time.”

You didn’t have that much faith in Ted Wheeler. It wasn’t that he was a bad father, or anything like that. You were just closer to Karen, her taking you in like you were her own, and their marriage was far from perfect. Ted seemed grumpy most of the time, but regardless he definitely had love for his family. That was something you could have faith in.

“Yeah.” Nancy gulps her anxiety. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right. I’ll call them when the phone’s free.”

You stand in time to see Steve rejoin you after a brief coffee run, noticing Nancy’s unease straight away.

“Nance?” He questions, placing her coffee beside her and another on the small table for Robin, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She sends him a quick smile, reaching for the cup and holding it up. “Thank you.”

Steve walks back to the seats opposite her, carefully placing himself in the seat beside yours, holding two cups. Gratefully, you take the hot beverage from his hands and hold it to your lips, breathing in the familiar scent. If you were going to be here a while, you needed caffeine.

Just as you shift back into your seat, echoing footsteps approached behind you.

“Mayfield?”

You whip your head up, exchanging wide glances with Lucas, and jumping from your seat to raise your hand.

“Hi, yeah. I’m her sister.” You stumble across the words, not expecting to hear back from the doctors so soon. The surgery would surely take hours to be successful without…

...without anything going wrong.

Your face drops as the doctor hugs the clipboard, offering a tight smile.

“I’ll need to speak to you privately.” Their eyes shift to the curious faces of your friends behind you. “Family only.”

You glance back at Lucas, the ice pack now deserted on his seat. There wasn’t much to do, so you made a silent vow to tell him everything.

As you follow the doctor down the surgery hallway, the bleached white walls seemed to be closing in on you, tightening your chest. Not a word was uttered as you pushed through the doors, entering a room with artificial lights that blinded you on first look.

The doctor stills, turning back to you and sighing. They didn’t need to say anything.

Your eyes had already drifted to the window beside you, your furrowed expression faltering.

Chapter 24: Hell Comes To Hawkins ->

[A/N: guys, there's only one episode left of Raining Hellfire 4 SOMEBODY SEDATE ME]

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dantenyhpmir · 4 months

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Reunion Part 2

A sequel to Reunion (Not required reading)

Pairing; Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Plot; Simon has just tracked you down and you invite him back to your place to remain inconspicuous.

Warnings; CNC, Oral M!recieving, Choking, unprotected sex, "Slow burn"

Word Count; 4847

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You hadn't had many visitors in your new place and you never expected one of them to be Ghost. You lead him into the kitchen and start the kettle while grabbing some mugs.

"Y' don't need to make anything y/n" he says

"You're gonna turn down a tea?" You smile while reaching up to the top shelf. It's a bit too high for you. You don't have tea very often so you keep it on the highest shelf.

His thoughts were racing. He hadn't seen you in so long. He missed walking behind you in the field, watching your hips sway. It hit differently in your civilian look. Your jeans hugged a lot nicer. Even just you taking off your coat when you entered your apartment hit him like a train. The stretch of your waist as you try to grab the tea. It took him a minute to stop looking, to realize he should help.

He walked up behind you. His looming sent a shiver all the way to your toes as you can feel his chest behind you. You don't turn around yet, knowing your face feels flushed as his arm reaches past you to grab the tea box.

"Yorkshire gold?" He says reading the label.

His favourite. You hadn't forgotten.

His arm wraps in front of you, gesturing for you to take it, still standing behind you. You manage to bring yourself to turn around trapped between his arms and the counter. His eyes glazed, staring at you. Your doe eyes to match, then to where his lips are hiding under his COVID mask and back up to his eyes again. Your mouth practically watering.

"I’ll make it when I’m missing you” you tell him

"You miss me?"

You turn to put the tea bags in the cup, grabbing the creamer and sugar. Breaking his trap around the counter. He takes a step back to lean against it instead. Noticing you remembering exactly how he took his tea.

"Do you doubt that?" You ask

"It was on a shelf you couldn’t exactly reach" he says

Beat.

“Missing you is difficult,” You say with a frog in your throat. You don’t turn to look at him. Just continuing to prepare the tea. The kettle screams and you take it off the burner. A cat comes into the kitchen to see what the noise is from.

"When did you get this lil guy?" He asks

"I got her a couple months ago"

Simon leans down to pet her. She's very open to him. He lets her smell him before delicately petting under her chin.

You always wanted a cat but never had one growing up. Your parents grew up on farms and didn't see the value in an animal that would live in the home. As you got older and entered the military, you couldn't keep one at any base. You could've had a home in other cities but you'd be away from them, which you always felt was unfair to a living creature you agreed to take off.

Ghost knew all this. You told him all about it when you'd be falling asleep in his arms back at the base. He always wanted to know how you grew up. He wanted to know everything about you. Nothing was too mundane. Part of him was happy you could finally have the little company you wanted but he also knew what that meant.

You weren't coming back.

You hand him his tea. You can only hold eye contact for so long before you take a sip to break it, burning your mouth. He doesn't though. It's hard not to look at you. Thinking to himself how stubborn you are, forcing yourself to drink it too soon. Resisting the urge to tease you about it. It wasn’t worth the time, he just wanted to look at you. After he had been missing you every night. Been looking for so long.

"You can't stay here, if they find out you found me I'll have to move again. Not that I don't want your company but, I have grown fond of this place"

"How much time would you give me?"

You pause. It's dangerous for him to stay more than even an hour but, you can't just have an hour. You sip your tea contemplating.

"How long before you get reprimanded?" You ask

"We're long past that Love"

It was already past 10pm, the day had gone by so quickly. You wish it would've slowed down, to spend as much time with him as possible.

"Midnight" you say, "be out by midnight"

"Okay" he says, pulling his mask down to finally have a sip.

God you missed his jaw line. His hands. Everything. Absolutely everything.

"I want to know what happened” he says

"Simon, no"

"Let me-"

"No, Simon. I mean it. You don't want to know what happened to me."

"I know it'll make me react but- "

"To say the least. I don't want you to know."

"You think I wouldn't go after them?"

"No I know that you will and it won't change anything"

"They'd be dead"

"And what? That's supposed to make me feel better?!"

"They couldn't hurt you again. You could come back to work"

The little feline friend rubs up against your legs

"Simon, I'm not coming back."

"But if I get rid of them, you can"

"You and I both know that's not how this works, you can't undo what happened to me"

"I can do SOMETHING?!" he yells

The cat gets freaked out and runs into the living room.

Beat.

You set down the tea cup and go to wrap your arms around him.

"I don't wanna spend this time fighting and I really don't want to spend it telling you what happened. I can't relive it and I can't handle how angry I know you'll get."

He wraps his arms around you, squeezes you tightly.

“I'm sorry” he says quietly

He forgets how worked up he gets, part of you is flattered. Happy to see your guard dog again but that's not the side of him you'd take if you only have a few hours.

Your head feels at home against his chest. Your arms wrapped around him until his body isn't as tense, for his anger to wash away to be turned into relief. To finally see you, be close enough to smell your shampoo and embrace your body. His arms wrap around you, squeezing so tightly. As though if he latches on he could stay well past midnight. Stay in this moment forever.

Beat.

You turn your head to look up at him. He can't turn away from your pretty eyes.

“What new stories do you have from base?” You ask

“Do you care about that right now?”

“I'd ask you anything to be honest, it's just nice hearing your voice again.”

“I wanna know about you.”

Always. Always found new ways to be curious about you. You were his favourite podcast.

“What would you like to know?”

“That you're happy. In this new life.”

“I think so.” You say sheepishly.

“You THINK?”

“It's a bigger adjustment than I expected. I should like freedom, but I find it to be exhausting”

“What do you mean?”

“I just got so used to my days being the same. My plans were laid out. My clothes were chosen, my food was chosen, my mission was chosen. I could just focus on doing my job well…. And you.” You tease with a look.

“You never had much focus” he chirps back

“I get decision fatigue in this kind of life. I'm oddly tired and wish I could turn off my brain.”

His eyes softened as his hands rolled down your sides. His palm just lightly touches the sides of your waist. His thumbs press into the front of your stomach, slowly.

“You miss me bossing you around uh?” His voice is more smokey now. A switch has turned. It was always so easy to flip. He would never turn down any advancement you might make.

“Everyday” you say while your hands skim down his stomach, a finger just slightly trailing the line of his jeans. Your fingerprint runs along the inside of his waistband.You watch your own hands trace the inseam. Your bottom lip, unable to fully shut. Just remembering how much you loved to taste him. As if it didn't plague your thoughts at night. As if it didn't come to mind the second you smell his cologne.

His hand grabs the side of your face, his thumb holding your chin as he moves your head up to face him. Making sure you make eye contact with him with a slight squeeze. God you forgot how big his hands were.

“You need to turn that brain off?” He asks his half shut lids, staring at your lips as they hang open. You nod, practically salivating already. His grip tightens for just a moment before he lets go.

“Knees” he commands.

Beat.

Your hands lower to his belt buckle as you go to undo it but he doesn’t stand for that yet.

“What did I say?”

You pause

“Knees”

“So you can hear”

You pause as you slide down onto the floor, holding onto his belt and looking back up at him for your next command.

“Can I?” You ask, in bated breath

He nods

You can see his chest breathing slowly, almost feel it as you undo the buckle.

“Slower”

You look up at him, as if apologies in your eyes before taking the time to undo the button. Carefully placing your finger tips on the zipper and pulling it down. Finally digging your fingers into the waist band of his boxers and jeans. You shift your weight up so you can look up at him while you pull them both down with your whole body, clearly wanting him. Doing so as slow as possible.

You could listen.

You knew he wasn’t going to just let you play with him right away. He never would. Teasing you was too fun but god how much you missed his cock.

“Use your words” He says

“Can I taste you?” You ask

His hand shifts down to your face, holding it so sweetly in his palm as you stare up at him. It’s just a cute ruse before he gives you a slap. It isn’t painful, but enough of a shock to your system.

“You forget your manners in civilian life too?”

You bite your lip, too excited at what that does to your body. Knowing he was just giving a tester.

“Sometimes” You say looking up at him, no doe eyes. Just fuck me eyes. Just absolutely fuck me up eyes before he gives the side of your face another taste of his palm, harder this time. Enough to sting.

“Let’s try that again” he says sternly

“Can I taste you, please” you whine as the grip around your face tightens. His nose exhales a bit of breath, not enough for a laugh but enough to notice.

“Open your mouth”

You keep eye contact with him, licking your lips slowly before your mouth opens.

“Stick out your tongue”

Finally following orders.

His hand slowly moves over your head and behind your scalp, grabbing a fist full of your hair. He pushes your head just slightly closer.

“Please” you ask

He takes a hold of his cock by the base and flicks it over your tongue.

“Not yet”

He hits it again, harder this time.

“Ask again, I wanna hear your pretty whines.”

“Please” You ask

“Please what?”

“Can I please taste you, Ghost” you breath

He nods and your eyes light up.

Your mouth is practically drooling as you lick both of your palms and grab a hold of the shaft. Your tongue hangs open as it slowly licks from the base of the shaft before your hands and down his cock to the tip. Rolling your tongue around the ends as your hands run along, turning and twisting.

Your head glides back and forth, matching the rhythm of your hands letting as much spit drain from your mouth. Lapping up every drop of pre cum that you can. You want his cock soaked with your saliva as your hands spread every bit of spit around it. You try to contain yourself but your excitement oozes just as much as his cock’s pre cum.

His hand stays in your hair but it doesn’t tighten. He’s relaxing, you can feel it and hear it in his breath as his head tips up and moans. He’s missed you. No one can do this like you can.

Your head’s motion speeds up just a little, as you start to take his cock in your mouth. Not just licking, your tongue hangs out gliding along as you start to take it farther and farther. Your hands help you along in your rhythmic strokes. Your eyes smile up at him, he can’t help but close his. The moans he makes when you’re so close to swallowing him practically have you dripping.

Your eyes focus back on your task. Getting your mouth closer and closer to the base. Saliva practically hanging out of your mouth now, getting into the bottom of your hair. His grip tightens now. He’s back down to earth. This always means he’s too close. Has to catch himself before he cums. Before he makes a mess of your mouth. He hadn’t even begun to fuck you yet and he’d be damned if you had him finish before you.

“Eyes up” he commands as his hand opens up over the back of your head to regrip your hair. Your eyes look at him, they can’t look away as you keep rolling your mouth and hands all over his cock. Your whines exhaling when you can catch your breath.

“Choke on it” He says

Your eyes light up in a bit of a panic as you hear this but by the time your brain processes what he said he’s already pushed your head forward all the way over his cock. Your hands let go as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Your hands grab his sides to brace taking all of it as you gag, looking at his treasure trail in front of you before closing your eyes.

He slaps the side of your face again, upping the intensity from before. His palm makes the smack as your eyes light up at his command.

“Eyes. Up” He says slower as you look at him with a bit of fear and shock in your eyes as they water. Your mascara running down your cheeks as he smudges some of it with his thumb.

“You can take it” He says as he lets up, your head following forward just slightly. Enough to catch your breath before he plunges back in. If there was anything that drove him more crazy than your whines it was your gagging. You try to pull your head back a bit but he keeps your head in place as your eyelids fall and the mascara runs thicker.

Beat.

“Good girl” he says as he grabs on tight to your hair and throws you off his cock. Your arms catch you as you kneel over. Coughing and catching your breath.

“What do you say?” He commands as he strokes himself, slowly.

“Thank you” you whisper, still finding your breath.

“What was that?” He asks, looming over you.

“Thank you Ghost” You say with more energy. The bits of it you can find between catching your breath.

His hand glides over your face, gently. Lifting your chin.

“Simon” His thumb running along the bottom of your chin. “You know what I wanna hear Sweetheart.”

He always preferred Simon when you two were intimate. Especially without his mask on. Just his face looking down at you. His eyes trained on you.

“Thank you Simon” You say with a lull. Your eyes tired and smiling through everything. Your hair being a giant knot and the bottoms coated in salvia that drooled from your mouth. Your cheeks stained from your make up. You were an absolute mess and he couldn’t be more excited to wear you out.

His hands feel so good holding your face. It’s tender.

For now.

“I haven’t seen the rest of your place” He says

“You trying to see the bedroom” You laugh through the sweat, biting your lip.

“Show me”

You go to stand up but his grip around your jaw tightens. You look up at him. He keeps you on the floor.

“Crawl”

“My knees are going to be so sore” You say, almost teasing yourself. Still catching your breath.

“Don’t worry, you’ll spend most of the night on your back.” He says as he takes a step forward over you still holding your jaw. Your body falls between his legs as he pushes you back and lets go.

You find yourself sitting on the floor, placed between his legs as he stands over you like a dog. You look up and he holds your jaw line with both hands before saying “GO.”

You crawl out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He doesn’t begin to follow until you turn the corner. Your body is so exhausted already from what he’s put you through. You’ll look over your shoulder to see if he’s following but he hadn’t really moved. Only ushering you to keep going.

As you crawl down the hallway he turns the corner. Watching as your shoulders fall with every step. Your exhaustion drives him wild as he follows you into your bedroom. Finally pulling up next to the bed. You sit down just in front of it. Like a dog as he appears in the doorway. He just stares at you. Patiently waiting for him.

“Simon”

He likes to watch you beg before he walks over, his massive hands wrapping around your waist as he grabs on tight to pick you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and arms hang off his neck as he rushes in to kiss you on your open mouth. You still can’t manage to close it as his mouth presses into your tongue hard while he throws you onto the bed.

You always forget how much bigger he is than you. He only lets his body weight press on you fully for a moment but that’s all it really takes. A good reminder that he can truly have you whenever he wants as though you were in any position anymore to put up a fight. His arms stretch out beside you as he holds himself up. He takes off his shirt from the neck line, pulling it over. It’s hard for you to tear your eyes away but you know he wants you to do the same as you manage to take yours off.

He wastes no time going for your belt and undoing the buckle.

“What happened to going slowly” You tease

He stops. Immediately.

He grabs a hold of your face again, making eye contact for just a moment. He’s not impressed and gives your pretty face another slap just as intense as the last.

“Wanna try that again” he says while grabbing on and shaking your face.

“I’m sorry Simon”

“Say thank you”

“Thank you” You manage to breathe out as he squeezes tighter on your face before throwing it back onto the bed and continuing to undo your belt. His hands grab onto your pants and pull them off as quickly as he can. They teased him long enough before with how they hugged your ass, he wanted to watch his own hands grip you now.

His hand wrap around your neck. His fore arms look so beautiful pinning you down. You can’t help but trace along the veins as they lead to his biceps. How is he possibly so handsome? He puts a bit more pressure on your neck as his other hands trace along the seam of your panties.

“A little pay back” he jokes but you’re already a mess. He knows it. It doesn’t take hardly anything as his fingers trace along the inside of your legs. Just the very tip of his fingers skin along the pelvis. The crevice that connects your thighs to your pelvis was always the most sensitive. He liked watching your chest as your breathes got more intense as he got closer. Only moving slower as he would trace along the crevice next to your cunt. Still not taking off your panties. He wouldn’t. Not until he could see the pre cum stain soak through them. His thumb ran along the side of your labia, just so close to your clit but not close enough.

“Please” You whine

“For me to finally play with your clit?” He says with a squeeze of your neck

“For me to dig my fingers inside you?” His hand tightens again

“Or for me to bury my cock into your cunt?” He says as he presses you harder into the bed

You can’t answer, you can’t really breathe that well before he lets go.

“All of it. All of it. All of it. All of it.” You whine, you’re stuck in a loop, begging.

He smirks listening to you as his thumb runs up your clit over the panties. As if they couldn’t be anymore soaked through, he pulls them off to the side and glides his fingers over you. His thumb just slowly stroking your clit as his index fingers tease your entrance. You rithe around, your hips moving in rythme, excited to finally have his fingers close to you. Smering yourself all over his fingers.

“Jesus you’re wet”

“I can’t help it” You whine “I missed you”

This just sends him over the edge. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease you any longer. Just pushes his fingers into you and watches you rithe around. His thumb rolls in delicate circles but it feels like nothing to him. He barely needs to do anything as you bounce around on his fingers.

He stops for a minute, pulling his fingers back and spreading them to see your pre cum stretch across his fingers like thick webbing.

“Look at all that,” he says, playing with it. His hand comes down to your face as the other holds yours in place. “Clean it up.” He says as you lap up and suck on his fingers. This time he doesn't have to tell you to look at him. You don't break eye contact, his eyes in a daze as he watches you. How feral you are. How greedy you are.

“Beg me”

“For what?” You tease

He gives you a harder slap before bringing his hand back to your throat

“Beg. Me.” he says sternly. No more explaining. Just fucking whine. Anything.

Anything.

“Please. Please Simon. Please. Please.”

“Beg me to take you.”

“Please take me, Simon. Please. Take me. I need you. I need you inside me. Please”

“Louder. I want your neighbors to know who you belong to.”

You absolutely wail, pushing out “Please take me Simon, I need you” with bated breath over and over and over and over again before he plunges himself into you. As he thrusts in, he pulls your neck closer as well, tightly. He holds you there, letting yourself adjust to his size as you moan and finally catch your breath. You don’t think anything could make you any wetter but his moans as he pushes into you certainly help as your arms wrap around his back and claw into it. As excited and prepared as your body was for him, it still needs to adjust ot his size.

“Fuck you’re tight” He breathes into your ear, “missed stretchin’ ya out”

He releases his grip a bit, letting your head rest back on the bed as his pelvis goes back. Only to thrust in again and pull your body in by your throat. Again.

And again.

Faster and faster.

“I missed you so much” you say through the tears, it feels so good. You can barely contain yourself.

He holds off on how intense he’s getting. Lifts himself over you, his eyes looking down at you. Always looking down at you before he goes in and kisses your lips as hard as he can. His mouth finally lets go of yours but his head stays close. “Missed you everyday love” he says as if he’s breathing right into your mouth. His forehead touches yours before he starts up again.

“Missed kissing those pretty lips” he says thrusting into you again,

“Missed watching your eyes water” thrusting again

“Missed waking up to you on my chest” Again

“Missed your scratches on my back” Again, faster

“Missed watching your tits bounce everytime I thrust into you” Again, faster and faster

“Missed this cunt the so fucking much” Now just absolutely losing himself, fucking you as hard as he possibly can. You don’t know how long you can actually take this though. You’re so over stimulated as you whine out

“Simon, simon, easy. I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m already twitching”

“That’s not up to you” He says

“Simon, I am so over-stimulated. Please”

“You don’t cum until I tell you” He says looking into your eyes

“Please, please. For the love of god, PLEASE SIMON”

He won’t stop. Just fucking you as hard as he possibly can. He could go for so long. It was one of your favourite benefits of being with someone so in shape though in this moment it felt painful. The perfect kind of painful.

“You can in 5.” He says

Your eyes cry out, watering again.

“5”

“Simon, this-”

“No no sweetheart. You just hold on”

You whine

“4. You’re doing so well for me. You’re almost there”

Your breathing only gets heavier.

“3. You can let yourself go soon. I promise, you just have to be a good girl a little bit longer.”

“Simon” You whine

“2. You’re almost there. Not yet. Not yet Sweetheart” He says, reminding you of his hand around your throat and pounding into you.

Beat.

“Simon, don’t do this to me!” You cry

“Ask. Nicely.”

“Please, let me cum. Please. Simon. Please”

Beat.

He grins as you whine before whispering into your ear as he thrusts as hard as he possibly can. Going as deep as he could.

“1. Let yourself go baby. Cum for me. Right. Now”

Your body feels like it’s exploding from every angle. Your forgot how intense he could make you cum. Like every single molecule of your body was lit up at once as you cry out. Your fingers taring into his back, leaving marks that should remain for days. No bit of air could find it’s way between you two as you press into his body. Over stimulated as can be, quaking as your latch onto him. Not sure when your body will finally calm down.

Your face when you cum always made him lose his mind, watching you shiver, too. You had already cum but he wasn’t stopping. He wanted to watch you for as long as he could. Until you had begged for enough.

“Simon, SImon, okay. Please. I can’t take more. I can’t take anymore” You whine out as he pushes himself into you one last final time. Hearing you cry about being absolutely wrecked was just enough to tip him over the edge. His body stiffened as he moaned out the deepest breath, pushing himself into you and holding himself there for a moment longer. His weight, all on you now. Catching his own breath before pushing himself up.

You look at eachother for just a moment. He holds himself over you. Starring.

You looked so beautiful.

You looked like an absolute fucking mess.

His beautiful fucking mess.

He leans down to kiss you. Much more gentle this time.

“I missed you so fucking much Love.”

You hold his face.

“I missed you everyday.”

He rolls over. You're both just on your sides staring at each other before he puts his arm around you. You curl up on his chest and his other hand runs along your back. He just watches you. Not saying anything. Not wanting to leave. Hoping you won’t ask him too. It’s well past midnight. He knows it. You know it.

“How long have you been looking for me?”

“An embarrassing amount of time” he says

“Tell me, the last few days? A month? A couple?” you say, your hands holding the side of his face. Your fingertips feel his stubble.

“A week after you were relocated” He says not able to look at you.

You had been gone for over a year at this point.

“You spent that long trying to find me?” You say as you tilt his head to look back at you. His eyes match yours.

He nods.

“I’m always gonna take care of you.”

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