#and i think he thinks that i've ghosted him because i went without any warning

[lovingmattysposts]

Quiet 2

P1 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: y/n and Matt sturniolo

summary: a girl with a lot of baggage and a boy with even more try to help put each others pieces back together one by one. A story about a girl who’s broken and a boy who doesn’t talk

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of family relationship issues, mentions of drinking, mentions of not eating (not in a ed way)

I felt sick to my stomach by the time I went home. My classes were hard, I was yelled at by a kid I didn't know, and the one friend I tried to make literally didn't speak to me.

I don't think he minded my presence though. Or maybe he did. I wouldn't know either way.

I didn't want to take the bus home. Mainly because it was smelly. Or mainly because I didn't want to go home.

I felt my stomach clench.

I didn't like Massachusetts. It was cold and montone here. Flordia was different. It was full of color and life and warmth. I missed my home. I missed my mom.

I wasn't the same after she died, I think that's why dad wanted to move somewhere else. It was like he couldn't stand the ghost of her in the house. I couldn't either, but it was nice to at least feel like she was still there, even if she wasn't really.

Here, she's no where. No matter how hard I looked around.

My dad was born and raised in Boston, but they moved to Flordia when they had me. It wasn't hard for my dad to decide to move back here. I just didn't know we were moving until he came into my room with boxes.

God, I hated that day.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. I turned on the street to a busy road before spotting a convenient store. I paused looking down at my knee. Some hydrogen peroxide, Neosporin, and some bandaids would heal this up in a matter of days.

No.

Just leave it Y/n.

I continued walking, but I felt my body tug towards the store.

Fuck it, I've done some worse things in my life. No one knows me here. Fuck a fresh start.

I turned on my feet and walked towards the store before pulling the door open and hearing the bell ring above my head. The worker behing the counter looked about my age, scrolling through his phone. Bingo.

I glanced around the store, it was small. Double bingo. I reached behind my head and threw up my hood before walking through the aisles. I lifted my head and searched the ceiling for any type of cameras.

I saw some in the corner before noticing the red light wasn't flashing. I made my way to the medicine aisle before locating the bandaids and picking up a box.

I felt my heart tug and my mom's voice come through my head.

You're better than this.

I might be better than this, but I also didn't have another choice. I just wanted some bandaids. I didn't let the voice sink into my soul before I slipped the bandaids in my pocket and glanced around my shoulder. I didn't see anyone.

I walked along the aisle before seeing Neosporin and picking it up and slipping it into my other pocket. I felt my heart start to beat. I didn't know if it was nerves or adrenaline.

I eyed the hydrogen peroxide. I sighed. It wouldn't fit in my pockets. I swallowed. I could probably do without. I could just clean it the old fashion way with some soap and water.

Okay, I gotta get out of here now. I turned on my feet before making my way out of the aisle I was in. I kept my head down as I walked.

"Have a good day"

I froze on my feet and looked up seeing the boy who was still focused in on his phone. He wasn't looking up at me. I didn't respond to the gesture before I turned and left the store.

-

"Dad?" I lowered my hood and glanced around the kitchen, into the living room. Sometimes when I called out to him, I didn't know If I wanted to hear a response or not.

"Are you home?" I asked quieter. I walked into the living room before walking over to the empty couch. I glanced down to a few more empty beer cans that weren't there when I left this morning. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I picked up at can.

I heard the front door shut.

I jumped and turned my head.

"Y/n!" He yelled before his eyes landed on mine. I froze and my hand froze on the beer. He smiled and held up a bag. I glanced down at the bag feeling like I just got caught doing something I wasn't suppose to.

"I got some food, let's eat" He smiled at me. I let my face relax and I nodded. He set down the food on the table before walking over to me and grabbing the beer can out of my hand and bending down and grabbing the other cans along the table.

"Sorry, I meant to clean this shit up earlier" He mumbled as he grabbed and crushed them. I just stepped back and watched him. He looked up at me with a warm face.

"Go eat kid, I know you must be starving. I got the noodles you like" He stood up and walked over to the trashcan discarding the beer cans. I was starving. I hadn't had a real meal in three days. The only thing I had today was one bite of a overripe apple.

I smiled and nodded as I walked over to the bag and opened the food.

-

The dinner was awkward to say the least. It consisted of us chewing and the sound of our plastic forks digging into the boxes of food, but I didn't care. These noodles tasted like honey.

I couldn't help but smile when I took a first bite.

"How was school? It was your first day today right? We're the kids nice to you and shit?" He chuckled glancing up at me. I looked up at him and wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"Uh, you know how kids are" I said shaking my head not really wanting to dive into my day. He chuckled and nodded. "I do, they are little shits" He nodded. I swallowed and stabbed some noodles on my fork slowly.

"Not you though--You've got a good heart, you" He pointed towards his chest and looked up at me. "Got your mother's heart" He nodded. I forced a smile and nodded up at him as I took another bite.

I never wanted this dinner to end, but in some ways I did. My dad and I don't have the best relationship. We never really did, but I didn't mind it because I had my mom. When she left, It felt like our person in common got taken away.

A lot changed.

My dad didn't know how to talk to me and I didn't know how to talk to him. We he did talk to me, he was yelling. Except for every once in a while.

"What about friends? Did you make any friends? I can clean up the place if you wanna have some over" He asked sparking up a new conversation while shoving food into his mouth.

I cleared my throat as I looked down at my plate. "It was just the first day dad" I mumbled feeling redness come up my neck.

How am I suppose to tell my dad my first day was awful and everyone was just mean?

"Well I know. I was just--" He shook his head and let out a breath. I felt guilt come up my throat that I had no good news to report back to my dad. Like it had been my fault that I hadn't made any friends.

"There was this one kid at lunch" I stated. He glanced up at me and smiled. "Yeah?" He smiled. I nodded and pushed around some noodles on my plate.

"He didn't really talk to me though, but he let me sit with him" I breathed, once the words fell out of my mouth I realized how stupid they sounded. My dad smacked his lips and nodded.

I closed my eyes wishing that in this moment I could just disappear. I felt like a failure.

-

"Windows, Sunflowers when it's sunny, palm trees, series books, the color blue...." I whispered to myself as the tears clouded my eyes and I applied Neosporin to my knee carefully when I got out of the shower.

I wiped my eyes as I reached for the bandaids. "Hikes, The Killers, new shoes..." I ripped the box open that was covered in lies and crimes. I swallowed and opened one, putting it over my wound.

"My mom" I finished and pressed my forehead to my patched up knee.

I'd only been here a week and I was miserable. I didn't understand the point. My point. What was the point?

Just keep naming things Y/n

My mother voice rang.

I wiped my runny nose and looked towards the wall. "Long walks, book stores, old music, coffee..." I named things until I forgot what I was even thinking about.

-

"Can I sit?" I asked looking down at the quiet boy. He blinked up at me. No fear in his eyes this time like the first time when I asked. Somewhat of a surprise. He glanced around the room before his eyes landed on an empty table.

He motioned to the empty table. I turned to look at it and then back to him. He just stared up at me. I bit my lip.

I didn't want to sit alone. That was almost worse than eating in the bathroom. Me asking to sit with him and then him saying no and then going to sit alone was even worse than all of the above.

I took in breath and pushed the tears behind my eyes further down my face. I didn't want to cry today, It was my goal.

"Can I sit?" I asked again my voice quieter. He set down his sandwich and shrugged looking down towards his phone. I just stared at him. I guess that was as much of a yes I was going to get from him.

I sat down and shrugged off my bag.

I upzipped it, but instead of pulling out food, I pulled out a book. If I read I learned that I couldn't focus on the lack of food in my stomach. I opened the book and looked down at it.

August. My favorite time of the year. Where my happiness sprung from. All those summer ago is when I first learned where the happiness sprung from. I was 12---

I felt his eyes burn into me and I looked up from my book.

"What?" I snapped. He just looked at me. I closed my book. "What? Why are you staring at me?" I asked a little harsher that I intended. His eyes widened and he picked up the headphone that he dropped when I walked up to him and shoved it back into his ear.

I felt guilt run cold over me.

"I'm sorry--I didn't mean to yell I--" I swallowed as he looked back up at me. "I just get like this when I'm….tired" I whispered. I didn't know If I was talking to him or just saying this to myself. It was weird because talking to him was like talking to myself, just with an extra pair of eyes.

I looked back up at him. He looked down at my book and then to my bag. I looked at my bag then to him.

"What?" I mumbled. He looked down at his lap and took in a breath like something was running through his brain. I just watched him as his eyes glanced around the table.

What was he doing?

He picked up a bag of chips and looked at me and then looked at the empty table in front of me. I looked down in front of me and then realized what he was asking.

Why don't you have any food?

"Are you asking why I'm not indulging in my amazing choice of fruit today?" I smiled. I could have sworn I saw the corners of his mouth turn up for a split second, but it was gone so fast that I didn't know for sure if it happened.

He nodded.

I let my smile fall slightly but I contained it. "I'm actually on an apple-only strike and I had the last one yesterday. I think other foods are basically pointless when apples exist, and there wasn't one in my fridge so I said forget it" I smiled at him before the pit in my stomach deepened.

"Someone had to stand up for the apple. Today I decided that It was my duty" I smiled.

I wasn't lying about the fact that there wasn't an apple in my fridge. The apple only strike was obvious bullshit. The only thing left in my fridge was that apple. My stomach twisted.

"Plus why eat when you could soak in the nutrients of words of literature" I forced a smile and held up my book. He just stared at me, blankly. I bit my lip and my eyes stared at the page.

I could feel the fact that he hadn't looked away, I was just ingnoring it. My eyes scanned the page over and over but I wasn’t retaining any of the words. I looked up at him. He locked my gaze.

"Stop looking at me" I stated looking back at my book. He looked down at his lap before he started packing up his things. I looked up from my book.

"Where are you going?" I asked quickly. Lunch just started. He didn't look up at me as he put his stuff into his bag. I felt my heart sink. I set down my book.

"I didn't mean to upset you" I whispered as he just ignored me and zipped up his bag. Without another word he stood up and left. I glanced down to the table before I realized he had left half of his sandwhich and his bag of chips.

I looked up and saw him walk out of the cafeteria.

"Wait" I stood up but he was already gone. I swallowed and sat back down and looked at the food he had left.

Part of me was offended, the other part was too hungry to care.

I blinked at the food and then back towards the door of the cafeteria. Maybe was coming back. I sat back in my seat. 15 minutes past and he didn't return.

I swallowed before reaching over and grabbing the sandwhich and taking a bite of out it.

-

I pushed through the doors of the school. Today was a better day. No one yelled at me for taking their seat. I guess that was a plus. I had to give credit where it was due.

I was invisible basically, I talked to no one. Well one person, but they never talked back to me. I was okay with just reading and being quiet in the back of the class. I wondered if that's what quiet boy thought too, or if he hated it.

What does he think about? Could he read my lies through my teeth or was he just guessing that I was bluffing about the apple-strike. I shook my head at myself. An apple-strike? That's the best thing I could come up with?

I didn't want him to pity me. God, did I not want him to pity me. I was okay with the fact that I didn't always have a hot meal for lunch. Or dinner. Sometimes. Most days.

I swallowed the lump in my throat attempting to push out the thoughts from my head. "My life is good everything’s okay" I whispered to myself. It wasn't working.

"Sunsets, beaches, boats, birds..." I shook my head. I looked up seeing the bus closing it's doors. "Fuck" I spat before running towards the bus as it pulled away. My feet stopped running after it as I hung my head in defeat.

The walk home yesterday wasn't exactly short. It was dark before I got home yesterday. I looked around before I saw the back of a boy with brown hair walking away from the school.

Before I knew what I was doing I was moving fast on my feet towards him.

"Hey"

He almost jumped out of his skin before he turned around and looked down at me. He let go of a breath and his face returned to it's normal state, a blank stare. I smiled softly up at him and he took in a breath and turned away from me, walking.

I pushed off my feet and walked up beside him, attempting to match his speed. He looked down at me and stopped walking.

He glanced down at me and I looked up at him. "I'm not stalking you I swear" I breathed shaking my head looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows. I probably shouldn't have started with that.

"I missed my bus" I pointed to the bus that was exiting the parking lot. He turned and looked at the bus and then back at me. Blank stare.

"Do you care if I walk with you?" I asked. He just stared down at me. I blinked up at him. "Okay" I breathed looking around. "If I can't walk with you, blink three times" I smiled. He just looked unimpressed down at me.

"If you don't want me to, blink three times" I stated. He raised his eyebrows. I sighed. "Give me something quiet boy" I whined looking up at him. He tilted his head in confusion. I sighed.

"Fine, don't walk with me then" I mumbled before turning walking off. I looked in front of me. "Pancakes, plane rides, soup..." I whispered to myself. Even good days aren't good days.

A few seconds later I heard footsteps come up to me. I glanced up before seeing the quiet boy walking next to me. He didn't glance down at me and I looked away slightly smiling to myself.

Is asking him if we are friends pushing it?

#matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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jackson rippner ✧𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “You think you are possessing me / But I've got my teeth in you.” — ‘Unicorn’, Angela Carter

pairing. jackson rippner x reader

summary. after breaking up with your boyfriend. you meet a handsome stranger at a bar. you tell him your cunt’s better than the girl’s your boyfriend cheated on you with; he tells you to prove it.

warnings. swearing, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, semi-public sex, porn with some plot, impact play, degradation/insults, SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

word count. 3.6k

a/n. i seriously doubt i wrote jackson’s character accurately in this so please comment anything i can improve on LOL🙏

It’s not often you spill your entire life story to a stranger at the bar, but this one, this stranger with his watery blue eyes and plush lips, is oddly inviting; charismatic to a fault. It makes you want to give him everything, and absently, in your alcohol riddled mind, you think he’d make a good scammer. 

Or, serial killer, whichever he prefers really.

But it's not entirely his fault; you’re stress drinking, downing too many shots in too little a time frame, and the alcohol’s already hit your system ten-fold. 

You’re there because you’d broken up with your boyfriend the night before. You’d been dating just short of a year. He was required to travel a lot, mostly in Europe, as per his job, and you let him go each time without qualms - love them, let them go, right? 

Wrong. He’d been cheating on you since he went to Copenhagen — four months, now — with a pretty little Dane that wanted to marry. 

You were furious when he told you, of course, it’s fucking insanity for him to marry someone he’s known for four months, but you began seeing all the differences between you and the woman he cheated on you with: she, a perfect homemaker, you, a distressed professional he saw maybe once a month. 

“Hey, hey, don’t beat yourself up,” the stranger across from you said softly, breaking you out of your nostalgic stupor and back into reality. “‘cause he’s a right asshole. For cheating on you like that.”

The man had entered the bar hours after you did, housing a simple drink or two and absently watching the softball game on the bar TV, before you drunkenly inched closer to him, desperate to rant your dilemma to just about anyone who’d listen. He bit, and here you were now.  

You peered up at the man, inspecting him. He’s gorgeous, definitely, but you can’t tell if you actually think that, or your foggy, not-been-fucked-for-months mind just wants him to rail you into next week. 

No matter, you thought, downing another shot. It burned the back of your throat sweetly, fire trailing down your insides. “M’not beating myself up,” you protested weakly, “jus’ — m’just… wondering if her cunt was - so much better than mine,” 

He laughed, boisterously, the kind of laugh you hear rumble out from a close friend while you detail every wrongdoing or shameful memory in your life: he’s comfortable right now, as are you.

“Well,” he inched closer, large hand sitting itself on your thigh and slowly inching upwards, “if it bothers you that much, why not prove it? That your pussy’s as good as you think.” 

This wasn’t the first of his attempts to flirt with you: firstly he’d tucked a stray hair away from your face, later he swiped a drop of drink off your lip, then he’d clutched you by the waist, pulling you close to him when someone squeezed past you in the crowded bar. His brisk touch wasn’t unfamiliar by any means, but it did suggest more than the other ones, especially coupled with the lustful words he was purring in your ear. 

Then, there’s a gap in your memory. One too many shots, a stranger toying with the hem of the skirt you donned for the bar, and his sweet voice in your ear was too much for your dizzy head, and the only thing you remember is this: one moment, he’s getting braver, rough fingers ghosting the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and the next, you’re pressed against a bathroom stall wall, the handsome stranger’s knee pushing your quivering legs apart. 

You’re trading wet, messy kisses, and his hands are sneakily climbing up your shirt till they reach your chest. There’s a sharp intake of breath from him: “Fuck, sweetheart, no bra? You really were looking for someone to prove you right,” he cooed, touching your breasts needily. 

He’s kneading you artfully, fingers pawing at your flesh like he’s never felt something so soft, so plump. Your back arches as he does this; you’re practically putty in his hands. 

It doesn’t slip past you that you’re being felt up in a bar bathroom by a gorgeous stranger whom you don’t know the name of, but you don’t care. “Please,” you beg, his name coming up completely blank on your tongue, “please.”

“‘Please’ what, honey?” The stranger says huskily, one of his hands moving from your breasts up to your jaw, pushing it to the side to gain access to your neck. “Please kiss me? Finger me? Fuck me?”

You’re too drunk - and fucking horny - to deal with his theatrics, so you whine instead of answering, your weak fingers carding through his brown locks. 

“God,” he says, “How long has it been since you’ve been properly fucked? Just some touching and you’re already too fucking dumb to speak.”

His words make your cheeks burn with shame, but it also makes your core throb. The oh-so sweet stranger who listened to your problems all night telling you you’re just a dumb horny bitch is such a juxtaposition it's got you all hot and bothered. 

“Please,” you beg again, more desperate than before, “I need you.” 

The man let out an incredulous chuckle, head cocking back. “Baby, don’t tell me you like it like that. God, you’re such a fucking whore,” he said, before undoing his belt buckle and fly. 

He had noticed how your legs clenched around his knee, how your breathing got sharper as soon as the words “dumb” and “whore” slipped out of his pretty mouth, how your fingers trailed his back needily, desperate for any kind of touch. 

You bit your lip, watching the stranger through bleary, hooded eyes. He’d pulled his pants down just enough for his boxer shorts to be visible, before he grabbed you by the waist and turned you to press your face against the wall. 

One of his arms then draped across your shoulders, pinning you down and arching your back, hard, making your ass press flush against the large tent in his underwear. You let out a small gasp at the feeling, and you could practically see the smirk curling slyly on his face. 

He can’t be that big, right? It was just your drunk mind, making him feel bigger than you thought through his shorts. Plus, you hadn’t been fucked in over a month — you were probably just not used to it. 

Because, that’d be totally unfair - he’s beautiful, charming, an amazing kisser, and has a huge cock? No fucking way — if he was all that, he’s definitely a secret terrorist, or something. 

However, these days, you’ve learned that you don't have the best intuition. First, with your boyfriend, then again, with the man who just pulled out his thick cock, stroking it gently. 

“Oh, fuck,” you cursed, head straining to look at him behind you. Unconsciously, you shyly closed your legs at the sight of him. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” the man crooned, his other hand sliding between your legs and spreading them apart once more. “No take backs, honey. You did say you wanted me, did you not?”

The two of you were flush against each other, and you could feel his hard length resting between your legs. Just that, just him between you, already had you trembling in anticipation. 

“Then fuck me already,” you bit back, feigning confidence. In actuality, you were thinking: how was all that supposed to fit? And, of all people, you, who hadn’t been stretched out to fit any cock at all, not since last month, when your boyfriend made his routine visit. You were a loyal girl, alright, and your fingers never went as deep as any cock could.

But the moment for you to reveal your worries passed, and he simpered. “So fucking eager.” 

Then, his large hands smoothed down the swell of your ass, following the curve, before he lifted his hand up and came down on your cheek, making a loud noise reverberate throughout the empty bathroom. 

Your breath caught in your throat, a choked gasp mixed with a tense moan coming out instead, and you flushed. Thank god you were pressed against the cold bathroom stall wall, for it provided a miniscule relief to your burning face. 

He’d spanked you, and you fucking moaned. 

“So you do like it dirty.” he cooed, fingers returning and hooking into the waistband of your panties. 

“I bet,” he said, dragging the thin fabric down extremely slow, “that you didn’t come to the bar tonight to just drink,” he pressed closer against you, your folds now sitting right above his thick length, “you came, with no bra and a slutty skirt on, looking to get fucked senseless, didn’t you?”

He slowly slid in and out against your folds, his cock just barely grazing your clit, and you swore you could have screamed. The way he was teasing you was absolutely delectable and, in the same vein, incredibly torturous. 

“Answer me, honey.” he hummed, free hand rubbing circles on the skin of your hip. 

You let out an exasperated groan. “I - I came here tonight, to - ah!” you squeaked when the fat tip of the man’s cock poked your tight hole. 

“You came here tonight to… what?” He said, nonchalant, as if he wasn’t slowly driving his large dick into you. 

“I came here to…” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ground your thoughts, and squarely not think about how mouthwateringly good the handsome strangers cock felt, “to get—“

Then, the loudest keen you’d ever heard tore out of you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, when he suddenly shoved all of his length into your soaking cunt. 

He bottomed out with a breathy laugh, watching your knees buckle and your mouth hang wide open. Then, once more, his calloused hand came down on your ass, a large crack sounding out within the bathroom. 

“Shut the fuck up, whore. Someone’ll hear.” The stranger said, as if he hadn’t just made a loud noise spanking you like that. 

But the way he insulted, complemented, mocked and teased all in a few sentences had you shuddering; never in your life did you think such dirty words could make you so wet. 

You barely kept in another whine, waves of pleasure ebbing throughout your body. The burning pain of the spank in combination to how your walls squeezed around his cock had you barely coherent, your face taut with pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping all over my cock,” he whispered, leaning down for you to hear. As he did so, however, his dick pressed further into you, and another helpless groan rolled off your tongue. 

“But you’re too goddamn loud.” The stranger growled, and the arm of the hand that was pressing you against the wall shifted, now covering your mouth. 

Before you could protest, he slid out, then snapped into you. Immediately, you saw stars, and a muffled mewl slipped past your lips. 

“Jesus christ,” he murmured, “your little fuckhole’s taking me so well.” He began to slide in and out at a fast, rhythmic pace, so fast you could barely comprehend the ecstacy you were feeling. 

“Oh my god,” you barely stuttered out past his large hand. He was pounding in and out of you relentlessly, selfishly, no regard for your moans or helpless whines, merely focussed on thrusting his fat cock into your sweet cunt. 

Then, the both of you heard the bathroom door open, and you froze. The handsome stranger moved quickly, grabbing you by the waist and planting you on his lap as he sat down on the toilet. His other hand, still trained on your mouth, gripped tighter than ever when he felt the groan bubble up from your throat: this new position of you on his lap had his long length pressed right against your cervix.

“Now you really gotta be quiet, honey,” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck. You shut your eyes helplessly, a dejected whimper exiting your mouth. 

“Just be fucking quiet. You don’t want everyone in this bar to know what a dirty slut you are, spreading your legs for a fucking stranger in the bathroom, right?” He said, words foul and like poison, but actions completely stark to it: he was pressing sweet, chaste kisses on your shoulder, laying his head on your back. 

The man in the other stall was taking so fucking long to finish, and, despite the stranger’s words, he began to slowly rut into you, his large hands coming to rest on your hips and help you slide up and down on his cock.

Your eyes widened. “What are- ah, wh— what are you doing?” you said, a stuttered, hesitant moan leaving  your mouth, but you were completely without the motivation to actually stop him: the pleasure you felt earlier had increased immensely in this slower, riskier pace he took on. 

“Shh,” was all you saw him say, as you strained your neck to look at him. He looked the epitome of smug, lips curled, cheeks flushed attractively, strands of hair falling down onto his forehead.

Without his hand to muffle your groans, you muffled them yourself, biting down on your tongue. One hand of yours gripped onto the stranger's thigh to keep your balance, and your other hand sneakily traveled down to your wet, hot mound, fingers beginning to rub at your clit. 

He noticed this, however, hand gripping at your wrist and pulling you back to pin your arm behind you. “Only I get to touch you,” he snarled, “because this fuckin’ pussy’s all mine. Gonna be all mine.”

You let out a shaky exhale at his words, but you found your cunt more flexible than before, the soft slapping of your skin between each other sounding easier, wetter. Jesus, did you really get more turned on by what he’d said?

Finally, the person who had wandered in and entered the stall beside you exited the bathroom entirely, and you belted out a sharp moan with how the stranger swiftly picked you up and pressed you against the wall once more, this time facing him. 

He plunged his big cock into you like nothing before, animalistically, nails digging so hard into your hips you swore he drew blood. His pace was stuttered, desperate, like nothing could distract him from pounding into you, not even a fucking meteor. 

You, on the other hand, were arching, the pleasure taking your body over completely. Your hands carded through his brown hair, tugging when he hit that particularly spongy spot into you. He groaned, a rough and stuttered thing, feeling himself brush against that spot every time. 

Your tight cunt was stretching and contracting around his dick, like you were made with his fat length in mind, and it drove you up the fucking wall: the pain in your hip, the cold linoleum wall, his cock thrusting in and out — it was all so much, and your orgasm began to spill out from under you. It was slow, like water coming out of an overfilled glass.

“You — god, you’re fucking coming, aren’t you,” the stranger said knowingly. Your cunt had gotten tenser, stickier, trying to grip at him like you were afraid he’d never come back to you. 

You nodded rapidly, opting to do so in fear an unintelligible string of groans would come out instead of your words. 

He grinned, and lifted your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing his cock deeper access into you. Your toes curled, the new angle like being impaled, his dick easily slipping past your slick folds. 

One of his hands lifted off your hip and trailed across your lower stomach, “Can you feel that, honey? Its my fucking cock, so deep m’gonna shoot my come right in your womb,” he purred, pressing the bulge. 

Both of you were affected, a breathy grunt slipping past his lips, and you a feverish mewl. You couldn’t believe how big he was, large enough for him to be fucking visible on you from the outside. 

Suddenly, you remembered the man’s name: he’d said it, offhand, to the bartender before you dragged him to the bathroom. He asked the bartender to put your drinks on his tab, under the name Jackson. 

You face grew taut, your orgasm suddenly switching from a slow, sneaky drip to a hard smack, right across your face. “Jackson! Jackson, please,” you moaned at last, his name sounding right at home on your tongue. 

“Fuck, honey, you remembered? God, that’s so hot,” He whispered sweetly, then dragged you through your orgasm, thick cock pounding in and out of your throbbing core. 

It was like all the pleasure had steadily built up within your insides, all up into a big ball, then had suddenly burst, flowing throughout your entire body like you weren’t already being fucked relentlessly. 

“Such a - fuck - tight and pretty pussy,” he said, leaning into rest his head against your chest. You were weak, sensitively riding out your high, but you knew Jackson wasn’t quite as close. 

His thrusts began getting sloppier, harsher and focussed merely on feeling your walls against every inch of him. Your head rested beside his own, your eyes practically crossing with the overstimulation. 

Despite your orgasm, your cunt was still soaking, definitely dripping and marking a wet patch on both your skirt and his pants. It made you tremble, thinking of you two tiredly exiting the bathroom, disheveled and having to cover the other up. 

At this point, you didn’t know what kind of filthy fucking noises were exiting your mouth, with Jackson’s grunts and groans covering up your whines completely.

“M’gonna come,” he said a few long moments later, almost inaudible. “Say my name, say who owns this tight fucking pussy.”

“You do! Jackson does!” You exclaimed, his cock ripping in and out of you quicker and more jolted. “Jackson owns this pussy!”

Jackson grinned weakly, and with one final, harried thrust, he let go deep within you. He clenched his jaw, piercing blue eyes shutting tight and losing himself within the warm and wet feeling of your cunt squeezing him for every drop. 

You were so fucking full, and even when Jackson pulled his softening cock out of you — which, was still huge despite its idleness — you felt stuffed to the brim. 

His come dripped down your leg, and he promptly pulled your panties up, patting your worn out cunt as he did so. “You’re taking all my fucking come, so good honey.” he said, pressing a hungry kiss to your neck. “You were right: this cunt’s better than whoever your shit ex cheated on you with.”

“Told you so.” You gazed up at him through heavy-lidded, gleeful eyes. He was an absolute darling sweetheart, it seemed, switching from degradingly fucking you to romantically praising you. “Are you… up for round two?” you said, as he slipped his hand within your own, clasping tightly. You didn’t really mean round two - though, you wouldn’t protest it, especially with his delectable way of fucking you - you actually just wanted to go home with him… see where this relationship could lead you.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to ask. You’re comin’ home with me tonight,” he saw through you cheekily, pulling you close to him. 

So, you did go home with him, and in the morning you laid beside him in the ruffled white sheets, counting the freckles on his face.

His eyes fluttered open when you shuffled. “Were you watching me?” he said, voice low and sleepy. 

You nodded silently, your hand coming up to pet his skin comfortingly. After a beat passed, you asked the question that was bothering you all morning. “Jackson, you wanted to fuck me first, right?”

He blinked, tense for a moment, before smoothing out his expression. “What?” he opted on saying instead, sounding every bit clueless and entirely convincing.

Not convincing enough for you, however. “Baby, you think I didn’t notice the shots you were calling over and inching toward me? I was drunk, not stupid.”

“Are you saying I took advantage of you?” He said darkly, a side of him otherwise unknown to you ‘till now. 

You raised a judging brow. “No need to be offended. I wanted to see where it was going to go: ‘did the handsome stranger want to fuck me, or did he want to kill me?’.”

He pulled you close to him, his arm snaking around your hips. “So, what are you saying?” he said, pressing a patronizing kiss to your forehead. 

“Hm. Well, I jus’ wanna know if this is a one nightstand.”

“And you don’t care about the - drinks, the “taking advantage” part?”

You let out a laugh. “I was confident, darling; I keep pepper spray and a pocket knife in my purse. Even if you did - which you didn’t - I’d make it out alive.”

Jackson bit his lip, looking up at you. This had meant to be a one night stand, considering the job he had, but you were looking at him so sweetly, so accepting, like you secretly knew what he did for a living and wanted him despite it. 

“Not a one night stand,” he murmured, leaning into your touch. 

You beamed, and, later, when you did find out what he did for a living, you merely cocked your head. Thought about it… outweighed the pros, the cons, (and the fact you were completely right: he was perfect, but also a fucking sociopath), and merely shrugged. 

“Honey, you’ll never do anything to me. Why should I care what you do for a living? Just don’t,” you warned, staring at him like you could and would fucking kill him, “cheat on me.” 

You didn’t have the best intuition. And, as it turned out, a great moral compass, either. 

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy #jackson rippner #jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner smut #redeye

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Saved Again-Sanji x Fem Reader (One Piece Netflix)

Summary: You've been Luffy's friend for years. Being the first member to join Luffy's crew, together they are off to become pirates,.later on a certain chef has his eyes on you. And a fond memory of you and a boy after a shipwreck comes to mind when arriving at the Baratie.

(A/N: I'm so excited for the One Piece live action do I decided to write this!! I'll start on a Part 2 once the series is released. I absolutely love Sanji and he's my favorite of the Straw Hats. I relate to him a lot too since I was training to become a chef as well…anyways the one shot might be slightly changed once I watch the series.)

(A/N: Oh and also the reader is often confused as a boy but Nami and Sanji know she's a girl.)

"That's why I'm gonna be king of the pirates!!" Luffy exclaimed enthusiastically, even though we were in the middle of nowhere.

I turned around and frowned looking at him being too cheery and loud as usual. "Can you be any louder?' I glare before pulling my head out of the small boat we were in and I continued to throw up out into the ocean.

I heard a hum coming from Luffy and saw him tilting his head a bit. "Are you sure you're okay?"

This is the downside of wanting to become a pirate and sail across the Grand Line. Well, not many people get sea sick and start to pour their guts out.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and sighed. "If only Coby didn't accept in becoming a Marine. He would've maybe given me some of the medicine he was carrying."

"He did offer some yet you said you'd be alright without it." Luffy reminds me making me groan.

"Don't make me throw up on you." I warn.

"Will you two shut up already?" I glared and looked back at the green haired man who I forgot had joined us.

"Huh? Why don't you make me, Zoro? Our friend here might be dying." Luffy said patting my back a bit too rough.

Zoro looked at us with a bored expression on his face and went back to closing his eyes. "You guys are insufferable, would've been nicer if I was still tied up."

I point and glared at him. "You should be thankful that we saved your ass."

"Luffy was the one who did. You're too weak to save anyone anyway, kid."

"I'm not a kid! I'm older than you think believe it or not!!" I shout getting defensive and forgetting that I had be throwing up.

"Then why are you acting like a kid?!"

"Guys will you stop arguing for once?" Luffy said stepping between us and calming Zoro as well when we saw an island up ahead.

Idiots are they really dumb and don't know I am secretly a girl. The reason why I like to crossdress if for fun, but mostly because I've seen the way pirates who are men are more respected.

I once had cut my hair short but decided to let it grow and use a wig instead, besides being in disguise had helped me with stealing from people.

Luffy with his devil fruit power stretched all the way until his feet hit the sand and he looked around in enthusiasm.

"Wow this island seems so cool! But why is it so quiet?!" He asked loudly.

"Maybe this is an island inhabited with ghosts." I muttered and heard Zoro scoff and began to grab his swords when the boat hit the sand below us.

Zoro jumped off of the boat and began to follow Luffy. "Hey, (Y/N). Are you coming or staying?"

I raised my head and tilted my head looking at Luffy. "You guys can go on ahead. I'll catch up with you."

He nodded and I saw both guys beginning to walk further into the island. Slowly I got up on my feet and jumped out of the boat as well. I was deep in my thoughts imagining what it will be like to travel across the world and get to know other famous pirates.

Luffy's dream has always been to become king of the pirates and his number 1 person he's always looked up to was Shanks, maybe Gold D. Roger in second place.

As for me..I really don't have a dream. I've just been following Luffy around. I don't have a family. Shanks was the one who raised me along with Luffy, I came along later in the picture and don't have any memories of my past, only a few glimpses here and there but maybe it's just me reliving someone else's dream.

"So he's also a devil fruit user?"

I stopped walking and ran to hide behind a building and I looked over and saw a group of pirates, my eyes were set on the one between all of them. Buggy the clown. I've seen his Wanted poster.. wait!

My eyes widened and then I glared when I spotted Luffy in a cage. Are you serious?! He got caught..huh? I looked and saw someone else with them too, a red headed girl.

Where is Zoro anyways?

I frowned even more when I saw he and Luffy were caught. God damn it. It's up to me now, now all I gotta do is find out if this girl is an enemy of ally.

I got out of my hiding place and prepared to face the gang of pirate clowns…

"Hang on!!"

Someone shouted and tried to reach for my hands but I was pulled away by the harsh tides of the sea. My eyes and lungs began to sting, I felt like it was the end for me. Just a few minutes ago I was with my family, are they dead? Will I die as well and meet them again?

I couldn't swim so I felt myself sinking lower into the dark cold sea. I wanted to cry but couldn't and right when I was ready accept my death I felt someone grab onto me and I was being pulled up again.

I gasped along with the person who had saved me. A man about the same age as my dad saved me, I continued to gasp and began to cough up the salty water I had in my lungs.

The sky was dark with clouds covering the sky, it was heavily raining with thunder.

"Don't die just yet kid! Hold onto this." The man exclaimed.

The man could swim with ease and he had placed me on top of a wooden piece of what I assumed was part of the ship that had exploded. I looked to my right and saw a boy my age, with blonde hair and green eyes, his eyes seemed scared as well.

Are we the only survivors?

My answer was clear the more we got away from the shipwreck and landed on an island. The man easily picked us up and placed us on his shoulder, but the more he continued to walk the more I felt he was struggling, it wasn't until we made it inside a cave that I realized he lost his leg.

I was about to comment on it but didn't when the man seemed angry at something. The boy and I exchanged looks and didn't say a word, we only saw the man lighting up a small fire place as we continued to hear thunder and lightning.

I don't know who this man is, this boy surely isn't his son…mom..dad…my eyes began to sting and I began to cry out loudly with tears running down my face along with a runny nose.

The man didn't say anything and the little boy seemed to stiffen and I saw a few tears forming in his eyes as well and he began to silently cry…

By the next morning the man, the pirate who saved us said he wanted to be alone so he left the boy and I a large bag of food. "We refuse to eat this because you're a pirate and pirates are bad people!!" The boy had shouted earlier.

The man said almost nothing and left me alone with the boy. The boy and I looked at each other and we both didn't say a word about the man.

"Umm do you think we can make a boat somehow and leave the island?" I quietly asked nervous and shy to ask this stranger for help.

"Does it look like we have a way out of this island?! The boy shouted glaring at me. "What would a girl know about sailing anyways?"

I began to cry again and I did the first thing that came to my mind, and I had punched him. "All I want is to see my parents again!"

The boy seemed surprised by my action and began to hold onto his swollen cheek. "H-hey don't cry. You're gonna make me cry again!"

It was too late. He was crying again….

It had been many days until the three of us were rescued. An odd boat with some friendly men were the one who saved us, the man who rescued the boys and us took the boy in as his own in a way, and he was about to send me off to live a normal life with someone who was willing to raise me.

The man somehow got a nice dress for me to wear, as a last send-off he had done a dessert for me. A strawberry cake I came to love at first bite.

He along with the men on the ship all were outside ready to say their goodbyes to me. I even saw a man or two begin to cry.

"I always wanted a small girl."

"You can't even feed yourself properly how are you supposed to raise a kid." I heard one of them say to another.

"You ready, kid?" I heard the man ask making me turn to look at him. I shook my head and the man sighed and patted my head once. "You'll soon understand why I'm sending you off. You'll have a proper life."

My eyes wandered over to the man and over to the small boy I was saved with. The boy stiffened when I looked at him, and I saw his pale cheeks turn to a pink color.

"I-I…" I didn't know exactly what to say, that's until he spoke up.

"I d-do hope you enjoyed the cake I made with help! Next time if we meet again I'll bake you a whole lot more..also…if we meet again I'll make you my wife!!" He exclaimed.

The men behind the boy groaned and one of them lightly hit his head. "That's no way of a send-off!"

I shyly smiled at all of them and the boy….

"Usopp!! Nami!! Are we there yet?!"

"How many times do we have to say, no!!"

I squinted my eyes when I opened them. "That was a strange dream." I muttered to myself and glared at the three who woke me up.

Few days have gone by since he fought Buggy and his crew along with a few more pirates. Usopp was the new crew member. He's a bit odd and a scaredy cat but he means well. If it wasn't for him. Luffy wouldn't have his new and proper ship, officially presenting himself as a pirate.

The sailing ship was huge and fitted with us do well. Luffy named it the Going Merry. A fitting name for a ship.

I looked to my left and saw Zoro fast asleep, I felt envious that he could sleep through this much talking and noise. I made sure my wig was still in place and I got up to join Nami up front. At least it's nice to have another girl around.

"So…you don't have trouble with sharing a room filled with guys?" I asked and saw Nami giving me an odd bur serious look.

"No?" She squinted her eyes looking at me and looked back at the tides.

Weird…It's a shame I can't talk about girl things with her.

Luffy said he was searching for the last member to our team. Luffy is Captain, we have a navigator..well kinda that being Nami, the main fighter being Zoro, Usopp as the sniper and I fix anything on the ship

Since none of us are cooks. Luffy suggested on finding a chef. I offered to be the one to fill everyone's stomach, but everything I cook always ends up burnt.

The rest of us began to get things done on the ship until a fight began with another ship and the Going Merry crashed into a ship. My mouth fell open when we crashed and accidently directed a cannon ball into the ship that wasn't even attacking us.

"Crap…Luffy!" I shouted and saw him smiling shamefully.

All of us walked closer to the deck and saw the great damage the other ship received. "We better head in there and talk to the person in charge. And you are going to apologize." I said grabbing onto Luffy's straw hat and he quickly grabbed it back and placed it on his head.

He said nothing and began to follow us. We got onto the other ship and read the ships name, The Baratie.

I looked around and this seemed familiar. "You okay?" Nami stopped and asked glancing back at me.

"Yeah.. everything's fine." I said still looking around and ran over to her side and began to follow the rest of the crew.

We all entered the ship and wow was it beautiful and extremely fancy. "Wow..this is something else. It doesn't feel like we're in the middle of the sea." I said in awe and stared around.

Everything looked so expensive. I saw people around sharing their meals and couples smiling at each other and drinking fancy wine. Not to mention the smell, I wonder how the food must taste!

I was practically drooling when I saw a huge meal in a table. Nami had grabbed the back of my clothes and dragged me away from a couple who was staring at me weirded out.

"Get a hold of yourself, (Y/N)." Nami muttered and went to sit down on an empty table.

I nodded at myself then went back to checking the place out. This seems so familiar…I started to walk around and peeked over and saw many chefs cooking the meals and they seemed to make it so easy.

"I have an order for a large plate of seafood rice, potato pallie and medium sized bowl of sea pork soup. I need it done in less than 10 minutes!" My mouth began to water even more.

"All have it done in 5." Someone said on the other side with a British accent.

"(Y/N)!" Someone hissed my name and I quickly went over to sit next to Nami and Zoro. Luffy came in as well while we sat down and patiently waited to talk to someone.

I had excused myself after waiting for a bit and went to the bathroom. When I returned I saw Nami still sitting down and she raised an eyebrow looking not pleased when a man began walking towards her.

I felt my heart race when I saw a tall figure standing just a few inches away from her. A handsome man with blonde hair with one of his eyes being a bit hidden by it. He was wearing a dark suit with a blue and white striped shirt under it with a black tie and matching dress pants.

"Would the lady like something sweet?" I saw a smirk spread across his face and Nami just stared at him and rolled her eyes.

Who is he?? And does he know Nami? The man was clearly flirting with her.

"You gotta be joking." I heard Nami ssy. She then turned to look at me.

I didn't know what to do or say. I simply stared at her confused then looked to see the man look at me, he glanced for a second then once again and was now looking directly at me. He immediately walked away from Nami and began to walk towards me.

I began to take a few steps back and I gasped when he took hold of my hand with both of his hands and saw him get down on one knee.

"You are the most gorgeous being I've laid my eyes on. A sight no other I've come across in the Grand Line.."

Thank goodness Nami couldn't listen but it was quiet clear to anyone that this man was flirting with me.

"Y-You've got it all wrong!" I said trying to pull back and felt my cheeks turning red. I can't let anyone know at the moment that I was crossdressing as a guy!!

"I'm never wrong. My eyes never fail when I see a beautiful lady as yourself."

If I weren't in this situation I would be falling on my knees. He's so cute and handsome! My lips began to quiver and I felt my entire body freeze. I've never met a man who shameless at flirting with a stranger.

The man rose up to his feet now towering me and smiling down at me. "I-I…"

He smiled and Introduced himself. "My name is Sanji."

#netflix #anime #one piece #one piece netflix #one piece live action #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #taz skylar #one piece netflix x reader

[mochimooon]

DTF Only (Happy Hour) - porco galliard x reader 18+

pairing: Porco Galliard x afab! Reader summary: Your first match sent you a message and Porco wants to spend Happy Hour with you. word count: 3500+ notes: Part 2 (although can be seen as Part 1) of DTF Only. Been a minute since I've written for this guy, and congrats! He's your first match! :) warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex in a restroom, vaginal sex, mirror sex, motor boating ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

The initial thrill of swiping left and right wore off by the time you went to bed, and if not for the notifications, you would have forgotten all about Tinder. 

Opening up the app, you’re surprised to see you’ve matched with several guys. But around last night’s margaritas, you don’t remember any of them.

Regardless, you’re hit with another wave of serotonin, reading the first message you received earlier this morning.

Hey  You’re cute. You like football?

Before replying, you tap on the guy—Porco’s—profile. 

You blink. He’s blond, like Colt. 

It’s not something that’ll deter you, only something that you couldn’t help noticing and as you peruse his profile the similarities end there.

He’s a different shade of blond and wears his hair in a different style too, polished, slick back over an undercut. He’s built like he spends more time at the gym than anywhere else. 

His bio is brief, not much to the imagination. 

Gym, sports, beer. Happy Hour is my fav time of the day 🏈😎

Scrolling through his pictures, you’re not surprised. Most of them are gym selfies, all of which you approve of, with the last photo of him sporting a jersey at a football game.

He’s not a bad-looking guy at all, and it’s too soon to judge him based on his profile. With nothing to lose you tap out a reply.

Hey Porco! I’m no expert on football, but I like happy hour !

You’re not sure what to expect. It’s weird messaging someone you’ve never met. How do you even know he’s real? Online dating is so foreign and bizarre, you’re not sure you’ll get used to it.  

The response arrives a few minutes later.

lol! I don’t judge 😉 My team’s playing today. At the bar right now to watch them win!! Drop by have some beer with me?

That was quick, but you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised. The app is meant to get people to meet. It’s just weird…you can’t get over the concept. 

You consider the invite. It’s so sudden. But you had no other reason stopping you from meeting up with him.

Without any plans for your Sunday, you agree. Guess this is it. Your first match and you’re already going to meet in person.  

You had heard stories of ghosting, slow fades, catfishing, etc. The most common trend Ymir and Pieck had mentioned was becoming a pen pal, keeping communication on the app only and never actually meeting. Porco’s already proven to be an outlier. 

“He looks pissed off in every picture,” Ymir says over the phone as you get ready to meet Porco. “Even the ones where he’s smiling…” 

“That could just be his face,” Pieck says in answer, though she sounds dubious. 

Because it’s your first time meeting a stranger online, you let your friends know where you’ll be, much to their excitement that you’ve taken to Tinder at ease. 

“I think he’s cute.” You grab your keys. “He seems like a sports junkie, not sure what else we can talk about. I know nothing about sports.” 

“You’re not there for the game,” Pieck supplies. 

Nerves tickle at the idea of hooking up so soon with a stranger. Is that really what people do on Tinder? Years in a committed relationship, online dating stories never felt real, but now that you’re single, it’s time to find out. 

“I mean it’s the middle of the day,” you trail off, indifferent. “Do you really think he’s going to want to hook-up? He might be more interested in the game.”

“Pfft. What?” Ymir laughs. “Men always make time for their dicks. It wouldn’t matter if you were meeting at a funeral. Trust, he’d find a way to get his kicks in.”

You hear Pieck laugh, and the tension defuses a little. 

“That’s a stretch, Ymir,” you chuckle. 

“But she’s right!” Pieck says. “Guys on Tinder have no shame. It’s why they’re on it.” 

“Don’t overthink anything,” Ymir adds. “To have fun, you’re going to have to have the same clownish confidence.”

“Alright, well I need to get going.”

“Remember the code word if you want us to bail you out!” Pieck hurries to say.

Heading down the hall, you sigh. “Right. Cholula. Got to go.”

Before you end the call, you catch Ymir’s send off. “Good luck, champ!”

…

Football, sports, the like, none are your area of expertise. You could count on one finger the number of football games you’ve gone to—zero. 

But happy hour makes you a good sport, and it also lures in the entire neighborhood.

The bar is packed, almost bordering a fire hazard. It’s impossible to see much other than droves of people, and it’s even harder to hear over the jeering over the game.  

You squeeze by, craning your head, rising on your tiptoes for a sight of Porco. He had said he was at the bar, so you shove your way through, ignoring the disgruntled looks that are sent your way. 

Sidling away from a few football fans, you think you see him or at least the back of his head. A burst of nerves flutter in your stomach. This might be him.

A man with a blond undercut with a gaze transfixed to the TV screen. It’s only when you approach closer to where the empty bar stool is that you recognize the scowl from the pictures. 

“Porco?” 

He turns, the scowl deepening for a moment in confusion. But it’s replaced with a faint smile as the man himself says your name.

“You made it.” He pulls you into a one-armed hug that would feel like nothing to someone else, but to you it’s tight against muscle, hidden away in his bomber jacket. “Saved you this seat.”

You take the lone barstool at his side, impressed that he managed to keep it vacant from the patrons desperately looking for a spot to watch the game. But as a stranger bumps into Porco’s elbow by accident, the man’s scowl drills into them, and they skitter off.

“Also, got you an IPA, and I placed an order for some nosh. Hope you like nachos,” Porco briefs you. 

Reeling back from meeting your first ever Tinder match in person, you’re a little flustered as you take a seat. “Oh, um, thanks. Nachos are fine as long as they’re not spicy.”

He cuts you a humored look. “Tough shit, I love spice. I asked for extra jalapenos.”

The response is so blunt, you don’t even feel affronted, only mildly pricked. 

“Okay…” Your eyes drift towards the TV screen. “So, who’s your team?”

It becomes a twenty-minute run down, from Porco’s favorite team and why; who they’re up against, and why they’re going to lose (his exact words). During that time, the nachos arrive, piled with cheese and an absurd amount of jalapenos you try to avoid. It’s no use. The spice has you reaching for your IPA, signaling for Porco to order you both another round.

It’s not all about him, though. You tell him a bit about yourself, and he takes enough interest that you’re endeared by him, despite his blunt and somewhat bossy persona. 

And when the game is in full swing, the tension in the bar simmers hot. As does your gaze watching Porco. 

Hazel eyes are fixed on the screen right now, his team close to scoring a touchdown, nothing else matters in that moment. While his focus is elsewhere, you can’t tears yours away from him. 

The scowl in his brows knit tighter together as he grits his teeth, the tension running down his jaw and strong neck. Porco doesn’t have to try at all to look this good, and your mind wanders, envisioning his face with a flush and hair messed up.

You don’t catch what happens next but become aware of Porco’s hiss of irritation before he turns to you, blinking. 

It’s not your intent to be shameless. You want to blame it on the IPA, however you know that’s not true. Something about the air becomes stagnant with heat. The rolling frustration throughout the bar, from supporters of either team fill the space like a thick cloud, dialing up every nerve in your body. 

Meanwhile, Porco’s full attention is on you this time. You can feel the drag of his eyes on your bare legs, sweeping slowly upwards until they settle on your chest much longer than any other part of your body. 

Something palpable lingers like smoke. Porco’s lip curls, trading your smirk for his as he gulps the last of his IPA, snatches up your hand and in a flash, he’s thrusting past the crowd like he’s on the football field.

Porco brings you both to the back of the bar, just outside of the restrooms. He turns the handle of the male restroom door, clicking his tongue to find it locked. 

Porco bangs on the door, scowl deepening. “Hurry it up!”

Not a minute later, the door opens, and a perplexed man averts Porco’s eyes. You don’t notice him shuffling away, staggering on your feet as you’re dragged inside. 

Porco’s quick to lock the door, not even looking at the knob, too focused on you. The hastiness, the dark lust burning through hazel in his eyes, your heart races, unable to wait any longer. 

Reading your mind, Porco’s the first to erase the small gap, capturing your mouth, and lifting you by the thighs with authority.

For leverage, you clamp your legs around him, allowing him to deepen the kiss with his hand on the back of your neck. 

You’re set down on the counter by the sink. You don’t pull away, despite the need for air. Instead, you scrape your nails through Porco’s hair. 

He snarls like an animal, biting your lower lip and tugging it. “Keep doing that, I want to feel your nails there.” It comes out firm yet eager, his mouth ruthless against yours. 

You do as he says, driving your nails inwards, scratching along his scalp, messing up the polished look. 

There’s a whip of fabric, Porco’s jacket is tossed somewhere in the restroom. You don’t spare it any thought, letting your hands fall away from his hair to grasp onto his strong shoulders, clawing at his back to drag him closer. 

Porco chases after your touch, like neither of you can have enough of the other. His weight presses into you, urging you backwards. Your back hits the mirror. 

His lips pull away, tossing hungry kisses along your neck. He laps at your pulse, tongue dragging up to lick behind the shell of your ear. 

You shiver a little baffled but scratch at his shoulders in appreciation. 

He does it again, breath hot against your already feverish skin. “That the sweet spot?” Another long, sloppier lap at your skin. “You’re nasty,” he chuckles. “I can be nastier.”

True to his word, Porco’s tongue laps at your neck, a long, wet stripe coating beneath your jaw to your throat. You submit to the sensation, wrapping a hand around his nape to keep him close, a stuttered breath fanning his ear. 

Porco releases your neck suddenly. 

Your shirt’s tugged off, and before you can enfold your arms around Porco’s neck again, he swipes up your wrists, holding them out. 

You blink, confused. Chest heaving in a way that your breasts pump outwards, goosebumps prickling the flesh, and Porco’s eyes soaking you in. Although you’re wearing a simple t-shirt bra, a shadow of lust hangs over Porco’s gaze.  

“Oh my God…” pours out of Porco’s mouth before he licks his lips. 

Your hands drop the same time as Porco’s face, crouching low enough to pull you in. His warm mouth finds your breast, pressing a soft kiss there.  

He looks up, the tip of tongue slipping out to grace the flesh of your breast. “You’ve got pretty titties.”

He swallows, tugging your bra down to expose both breasts. His eyes shift between the two, grasping both in his hands and clenching them together. Moans muffle as he plants open-mouthed kisses between the two. 

“So—fucking—pretty—” The words scatter between kisses in a rush, unable to stray too long from your chest. “I just want…” 

He takes your nipple in his mouth, robbing him from the rest of that statement, sucking hard to verbalize the rest. 

Not to leave the other breast neglected, Porco squeezes the flesh, twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

A hiss slips between your clenched teeth, and you flinch forward from the sudden burst of pleasure.  

He’s more than content to be this close, burying his face deeper, sucking, biting, squeezing, leaving beautiful marks, with a hooded gaze locked skywards.

The adrenaline flows through your blood, flaring your pulse at the sudden rattling of the door handle.

Porco pays it no mind, if anything he’s deaf to it, moans vibrating against your chest. He takes your nipple between his teeth and tugs at it. 

The sting blooms beneath a tender bruise forming, sparking ever nerve in your body, reaching your center. On instinct, your legs yank him in, and he laughs, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue. 

“Fuck—you’re something else.” He comes up for air, divining his tongue into your mouth. Fingers crawl up your thighs, digging past the hem of your denim shorts, so close to brushing against your core. “These are cute…”

A sigh of bliss spills out of you. 

“You like this, don’t you? That’s why you wore these shorts.” Porco teases—lips on your neck, fingers on your apex. “Somebody’s excited…” 

This time a gasp springs forth, a shudder crawling down your spine. You scoot forward on the counter and Porco presses his finger against the damp spot of your panties.

Your hand trails down to Porco’s wrist, guiding him to keep going. His finger hooks into the gusset of your panties.

The rattling resurfaces, louder this time, along with a pounding against the door. 

“Hello? Is someone in there?” A man calls out. 

This time you’re sure Porco hears it. Despite keeping his attention on you, his brow twitches, the scowl he’s worn all day deepens the more the door rattles. 

You do your best to retain his attention, not just for your sake but for Porco’s too. 

However, the clench in his jaw and the tension running tight in his throat, both from the mounting irritation and sexual frustration, your body flushes with a new wave of heat, dripping onto Porco’s hand.  

Rough fingers unbutton your shorts, and the sharp zip of your fly is drowned out by another round of heavy knocking. 

“Open up!”

Porco growls, whipping around. “It’s fucking occupied!” His voice echoes in the restroom, loud enough to send the man outside the message.

The last you hear is an annoyed groan (“Get a fucking hotel”).

“Fucking loser,” Porco says, words strained in his throat. 

You can’t help but watch him, mouth agape, stunned to be turned on by his short fuse. Maybe it’s the IPA tickling your nerves, or maybe it’s the heat of the moment, but you’re already so wet, you can’t take waiting anymore. 

“Porco, please.” 

It’s enough to restore Porco’s attention. He smirks, hoisting you by the hips to bring you back on your feet. 

He slots his mouth over yours in a greedy kiss. You take the chance to undo his belt.

Porco does the same, sliding your shorts down to your thighs. Just as you’re about to slide his pants down, Porco grabs hold of your arms and spins you around. 

“Face the mirror,” he says, punctuated with a sharp slap to your ass. 

You yelp, watching him fish out a condom from his pocket. Shoving his pants down to his ankles, you eye his reflection, admiring the strong arms first, only for your attention to drift to his thick cock that springs free. 

There’s a flicker of realization that moves through you. This is the first man you’re going to have sex with since your break-up. No one else has touched you in the three years you’ve been with Colt. You had expected it to feel wrong to be in this position. But you’ve never been more sure of anything else. 

You bristle, nerves aflame with anticipation.  

If there’s anything you’ve learned from Porco in the few hours that you’ve known him, is that he’s hasty, a facet you welcome eagerly. 

The tip of his dick kisses your folds, sliding up and down, you breathe out, fogging up the mirror. You catch the smirk in Porco’s reflection despite that. 

Strong hands take your hips with ironclad pressure, and he pushes into you. 

Your mouth falls open, blowing out a sigh. You feel the tight strain, getting accustomed to his size. Everything about him is different, new. Nothing about him feels like Colt. Not the fullness of his cock, and definitely not the pace, because the second Porco reaches the end of you, he pulls back and slams forward. 

Your hips bump into the edge of the counter, again and again, a wonderful kind of pain. Porco’s hands come around, groping your tits tightly as he leans forward to bite onto your shoulder. 

It’s more than the roughness that you bask in, more than a man as attractive as Porco plowing into you. It’s the thrill of being spontaneous, the excitement of trying something new, to be daring, getting fucked in a public space with other strangers on the other side of the door. 

You moan out, anchoring your hands on the counter and the mirror, fixated on the pair of eyes glued to your reflection. 

“Porco—yes—just like that—”

“I got you, beautiful,” he pants into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth there too. “Fuck—you feel too good—and these fucking tits.” He squeezes your breast, while his other trails downwards. 

A sharp gasp floats in the air. Porco rubs your clit to match the same pace as his thrusts, continue to spoil your neck with attention. 

“C’mon doll,” he breathes. “I want you to cum for me. Keep those pretty eyes on the mirror.” He snaps his hips, thrusting deeper into you. 

Your lower back starts to ache as the throbbing in your pussy intensifies. “Shit. Porco don’t stop.”

He kisses your shoulder, hot breath burning into your skin. “Cum for me.” 

You twitch from the sting of teeth on your shoulder and the swiping of his fingers grant you your release. 

You shudder, arms trembling to keep you up as Porco plows into you.

He groans, bringing his hand up to your mouth, having you taste yourself. Sucking his fingers clean, Porco’s unable to hold off any longer, his pace is more hurried and sharper. 

“I’m going to cum—” He groans again, head thrown back, exposing the column of his neck in the mirror. 

You wince at the tight squeeze around your breast, but you’re too spent to shake him off. 

A moment passes and Porco’s head falls into your shoulder, blond strands cling to his sweaty forehead. 

You wiggle your ass, and he pulls out, catching his breath and peppering kisses on your shoulder and nape. 

“Shit,” he says at last. “Oh my God…” He swallows. “You’re fucking awesome.”

Cutting a glance away from his reflection, you take stock in your appearance. Your hairline shines with a layer of sweat, hair at a disarray though not as bad as Porco’s. Puffy lips and teeth marks all over your breasts. He devoured you, ravished you in a way that you haven’t been in a long time. 

Like a firefly brought to life from the touch, something new yet familiar has reawakened inside of you, and you smile at this newfound, but restored version of yourself. The version that craves to explore, experience, and experiment. 

Colt flits across your mind, but you know it’s normal. He’ll be there for a while as you continue to sort through this new beginning. 

You turn around, smile widening at Porco’s smug expression. The moment untouchable, not even the renewed pounding of the door can ruin it. 

After getting redressed, Porco’s glare shoos off the men waiting for the restroom as you both step out. 

Though the game ended a while ago, the bar is still stuffed with throngs of people; some wanting to celebrate their team’s victory and the others to wallow in their loss. 

You’re not put out when Porco decides to stay. You both got what you wanted after all, and you give him a hug before taking off. 

Maybe you’ll see each other again, maybe you won’t.

Either way, you’ve given Porco a parting gift to hold onto. As you slip out of the bar, you cross your arms to shield the hardened nipples poking through your shirt. 

That bra wasn’t special, you have others at home. 

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[euovennia]

short and sweet | ghost/soap/könig

sorry to the anon that it took me so long to get out, i've been dealing with some stuff but here it is! thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3

pairings: ghost x reader, soap x reader, könig x reader

warnings: bigotry, misogyny, people just being jerks, canon typical violence

summary: in which three buff military men become all too aware of your struggles. (based on this request)

simon 'ghost' riley

when the idea of simon having a crush comes to mind, i feel like he's one of those people who prefers to observe them from afar rather than have direct interactions with them

so that paired with the fact you're not in the 141 and you're mute, it's gonna take a very long while until you two start interacting, at least a few months after he realizes he's taken a liking to you

they'll usually be pretty short and sweet, but not in the typical sense you may be thinking of

i'm thinking something more along the lines of giving each other a small nod of acknowledgement when you pass each other in the shooting range; him having already practiced and you just barely walking in to start practicing

and honestly? he's completely fine with this arrangement

in fact he prefers it

he still gets a chance to give you a once over without getting distracted from the things he wants/needs to do throughout the day, he considers it a win

but when your target practice slowly begins to overlap with his, he's a bit surprised to find that he doesn't really mind it all that much

there's something oddly comforting about knowing you're just a few stalls down from him

and of course there's the added benefit of him getting to see you and your signature sniper rifle in action

for those of you wondering, yes, he's become quite aware of your talents

how could he not when soap made himself comfortable at his table during meal time and went on about, "a real cute girl and her impeccable aim."

soap's words, not his

and it continues on like this for a while, you two continuing on with your unofficially official meeting times

it becomes comfortable and familiar, two things simon isn't quite used to, but two things that he's quite content with

so he can't help but feel a little empty when you stop attending your unofficial meetings at the shooting range

he's more frustrated with himself than anything cause, let's face it, he's not the type to let himself get comfortable/familiar with just anyone so he's honestly more annoyed that he let himself get attached when he hasn't even made a move to properly talk to you (what a silly goose)

anyway, in true simon fashion he decides to deal with it by not dealing with it

in other words, he just kinda continues on with his routine because he's become so numb to the idea of people leaving his life (no matter how big or small of a role they played) that he doesn't bother acting out on any emotion he has if it does happen

and i think after a while he'll just kinda end up pushing you out of his mind (despite the fact his eyes are fully glued onto you whenever he sees you around base)

so when you walk into the range and make yourself cozy at your usual stall, he's a bit frazzled

so much so he ends up packing up his equipment and making a beeline for the exit

but it's at this moment he bumps into a particularly bratty group of recruits they'd gotten not too long ago

he has to practically hold himself back from snapping the poor kid's neck when he asks simon if he'd seen you enter the range

call it extreme, but the mocking smile that stretched across the recruit's lips as he said your name just ticked him off

simon is a man of intuition and so he can already tell something's not quite right so, curious, he just gives off a gruff, "yes," before waving them off

he's surprised that he manages to bite his tongue when he can hear of the recruits whisper a small, "what a fuckin' arsehole," as they walk away from him

anyway

cue him silently stalking after the group and being met with the sight of them crowded around you as you lay flat on your stomach, hands still steady on the rifle

he watches as you line yourself up to take the shot before eventually resting your hand on the trigger and pulling it, only to miss when one of the recruits purposefully kicks at your shin

another recruit makes herself comfortable beside you with a grin spread across her lips as her voice rings out in a mocking tone, "aw, poor thing missed her shot again. it's a wonder she's made it this far."

while his eyes narrow in confusion at your lack of response, it only eggs the girl on as she nudges your shoulder

"still can't talk, i see," she lets out a wistful sigh, "that's a shame. i think you'd sound really pretty screaming out for help on the field."

another recruit takes this as their chance to jump in, "guess we'll just have to leave her stranded. better for us anyway, no dead weight."

the girl by your side rolls her eyes, "we probably won't even get the chance to abandon her, she's so tiny. she'd probably get squashed like an ant before we could even try anything."

her remark elicits a laugh from the small group of recruits, but ghost certainly isn't smiling when he approaches the group and stares down at them with his trademark glare

they can definitely feel their souls leave their bodies when they look up and see him standing over them menacingly

it gets even worse when he opens his mouth, "that any way to talk to a fellow soldier?"

they all just kinda stumble onto their feet at his words, not bothering to say anything as their eyes remain pretty much glued to the floor

he's not having it though so he'll repeat his question, tone louder and meaner than before which causes one of the recruits to just let out a meek, "no sir."

too bad it was the one who insulted him earlier cause he immediately steps in front of them and just kinda, "what? arsehole not good enough an insult for ya?"

you, still lying on the ground and watching everything unfold, can't help the small smile that tugs at the edge of your lips as you witness the way the man's face visibly pales

upon receiving no response from him, simon straightens out his posture before point over to you and speaking once more, "you better pray that girl is more forgiving than i am, because if it were me, you'd all be covering your own asses out on the field."

he watches with great joy as they each begin to shift on their feet uncomfortably before dismissing them in a gruff voice

after making sure they left, simon makes his way back over to you who is still lying on the ground with your rifle as you line up your shots once more

he feels a small wave of pride overcome him when you hit your target perfectly

so much to the point where he walks over to you and spills out a quick, "good aim," to which you'll look up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours and give him a small nod of acknowledgement

his eyes narrow, "you don't talk much, do you?"

you simply shake your head

he'll give you a quick once over before looking down at his watch and realizing the dining hall will be closing soon

tempted as he is to just walk away, he can't help but wonder if you'd already ate

so he speaks again, "dining hall is closing in a bit. you're free to join me if you haven't eaten yet, was just on my way."

you pause for a bit and give it a bit of thought before nodding and packing up your stuff before eventually walking out of the range with simon by your side

you don't have the heart to tell him you already ate

but when you look up and see him quickly avert his eyes from you and onto the pavement beneath your feet, you don't see why you even would

john 'soap' mactavish

when i tell you this man was gone the moment he saw you, i mean he was GONE

he genuinely couldn't believe someone as sweet and lovely as you could exist in the same space as him

but the moment he sees you shoot that gorgeous little rifle of yours with a precision that could only be described as pure, raw perfection? it's over. he's all in.

i'm talking, 'fuck me up and send me straight to heaven. this is how i die.'

he's so down bad for you it's insane

and i imagine soap can be quite confident and charming when he wants to be so best believe he'll have no problem in walking straight up to you and trying to strike up a conversation

i'd like to put emphasis on the 'trying' part of that last bit because it becomes quite clear quite quick that you're don't talk

well

maybe the 'quite quick' part isn't so accurate because it probably takes him a minute or two before he finally catches onto the fact you don't talk

in other words, it takes you pulling out your phone and looking up a volume muted symbol and pointing at it before motioning to yourself for him to catch on

he just kinda makes an 'oh' face before letting out a small chuckle and saying something like, "i see now, why didn't ya just tell me that before?"

and you're just looking at him like ???

but he's looking at you like :)))

yeah he's being a little ridiculous right now, but he just got back from a long mission and he's quite sleep deprived so don't mind him he's just being a silly goose, ok?

but truth be told, that dumb little first interaction doesn't even really matter in the long run because it's the bold initiative on his part that makes it so easy for the two of you to become friends

you spend a lot of time hanging around one another and your once carefully planned, scheduled days turn into unpredictable blurs that are jam packed with soap getting the two of you into trouble

i imagine you've become quite familiar with the stoic face of captain john price

but really, how could you not?

especially when soap catches onto the fact that price is more inclined to let soap off with a warning for whatever trouble he's got himself mixed up in whenever you're around

he may be older than the rest of his team, but he knows that dopey grin soap's got plastered on his face whenever he's around you means he's extra sweet on you

and who is he to stand in the way of his boy's happiness with some extra chores?

he's a total dad <3

anyway

because you spend a lot of time around soap, i think it's fair to say that you sometimes end up pushing off work in favor of hanging around the scotsman

and really who could blame you?

he's got a dazzling smile, a charming accent, and a sparkling personality. you'd be a fool not to soak up all the time you can get with him

but that just means whenever he does end up leaving for missions, that's when you really buckle down and start getting all your piled up work done

it can be frustrating and a bit of a bother, but knowing your schedule will be completely free (at least for a little bit) as soon as he gets back is more than enough to get you through the tedious work load you've allowed yourself to accumulate

only this time it's a bit harder to remember that

and it's all because of your newly assigned CO

he's a bit of an older man, which isn't a bad thing

at least until you find out that his mindset lines up with the ideology of a 1950's working husband

you know, the kind of guy who believes it's a man's job to go out and work a job to provide for his family while his wife stays home and takes care of the children, house, and meal prepping

in other words

a complete and utter bigot

so between trying to complete all the work you'd so foolishly neglected in your time hanging out with soap and trying to stop yourself from snapping your superior's neck every time he grabbed your rifle from your hands with a condescending, "careful! wouldn't a small thing like you hurting yourself with this," it's no wonder you couldn't remember that today was the day soap was returning from another one of his top secret missions

in fact, the thought doesn't occur to you at all until soap pulls up a chair beside your desk and makes himself comfortable while you're looking over some paperwork your darling CO had left you because he, "works too hard and needs a break."

more like a break in his skull, but to each their own

anyway i can definitely imagine soap carrying around a small notebook that you use to communicate with him when you can't be bothered to watch him try and fail to decipher your hand movements

and yes, he totally brings it on missions with him just so he can open it up and trace over your handwriting with a gentle touch and a soft smile and oh my god imagine confessing to him like that (i'm kinda dying to write an imagine based on that now (mute or non-mute reader, i'm down for either tbh) so lmk if you're interested!)

anyway

when the two of you break apart from your usual 'welcome back' hug, he'll slide the notebook over to you as a simple question falls from his lips, "since when do you do paperwork?"

and this just prompts you to let out a huff and roll your eyes before snatching up the notebook/pen combo and writing out all your frustrations on the pages

it's safe to say this man is absolutely floored when he reads through it all

frustrated and angry as he is, he doesn't outwardly express it

he simply grabs the heap of paperwork sitting on your desk and promptly tosses it into the nearest recycling bin before grabbing your hand and leading you off to something completely unproductive and time wasting

it's exactly what you need

the night will eventually end off with him walking you to your room and offering you a sweet hug with a small lil kiss to your head

it's adorable, really <3

what's not so adorable is the way he barges into price's office with the notebook in hand before tossing the pages where you'd detailed your CO's behavior onto his desk

price reads through them and best believe all this man can see is red

as someone who takes pride in becoming a role model for those who work under him, he can barely believe of the things he's reading

he's so ready to throw hands

but he can't sadly

so he settles for the next best thing

COMPLAINTS, COMPLAINTS, COMPLAINTS

with how ruthless price is in his mission to humiliate this man, it's really no surprise when you eventually find out he's been fired

the moment you and the rest of your unit get the news, you practically run all over base to find soap

and the moment you do, you've pretty much tackled him to the ground in a hug

and he simply wraps his arms around you, that same dopey grin price teases him for stretched onto his lips because he knows and he couldn't be happier

he's just happy you're happy <3

könig

so because of his affiliation with KorTac, i like to imagine that you're part of another PMC group that tends to help each other out on missions whether it be due to mission overlap, or just needing some extra support

but despite this, i imagine it would take quite some time before you and könig even meet simply due to the fact that you're almost never assigned to be sent out on the field

and if i'm being honest, i can definitely see not a single member of KorTac having even the slightest clue that you exist until you're randomly brought onto the field one day during a particularly tricky mission

long story short, könig and a few other of his team members got ambushed and they needed all the help they could get which is where you come in

granted they don't actually see you until you all meet back at base, safe and sound as can be

while könig and his team are surprised by the new face, they're even more surprised to learn that you've been part of the team for nearly eight whole months

when asked about why they've never seen you on the field before, the answer is simple; "she's been doing other missions," which you've come to learn essentially means, "she's still in training because we don't trust her to be on her own yet."

and while the other members of KorTac seem to just take that simple explanation at face value, könig can't help but notice the way your face falls and shoulders slump upon hearing it

and it's at this moment he realizes he hadn't seen you anywhere on the field at the time, so where the hell were you?

he decides he needs to be more attentive

so the next time KorTac calls on your group for some extra assistance, he's keeping a sharp eye out there in hopes that he'd see you

but he doesn't

even so, he still holds out hope for next time

and the next

and the next

and the next

okay this is ridiculous

where the hell were you?

he knows you're going on the missions with the rest of the team because you're always there when everyone gets back to base, still dressed in your tactical gear and wiping off the dirt that seemed to cling onto your uniform

so why did he never actually see you?

he's a tall guy so surely, he, out of anyone, should be able to pinpoint your location on the field with a few simple turns of his head, right?

well apparently not

you're practically a ghost (hehe see what i did there)

his frustration with not knowing where you're at on the field has him going mad

he so desperately wants to just come out and ask you directly, but he's convinced himself that you'll somehow take offense to such a question so he decides against it

so he decides to settle on the next best thing

which is pretty much just endlessly staring you down on the field before you eventually disappear off to god knows where

it's not the smartest idea he's ever had if the way you seem to squirm under his piercing gaze is anything to go by, but he just can't seem to help it

especially not when he comes to notice just how pretty you really are

the soft slope of your nose, the curve of your jaw, the way your cheeks puff out so cutely when you're finally able to get your hands on a much needed snack after a particularly long mission

you're stunning, how could he not stare?

yeah he's definitely got a little crush

but he'll never admit it

especially not with the amount of teasing horangi throws his way whenever you enter the room

anyways i think i'm getting ahead of myself here, let's get back on track lol

i imagine it all comes to a head on the battlefield

one moment könig is going at it with no more than three enemy soliders, but it seems within the blink of an eye those numbers have nearly tripled as he sees a sizeable group of enemy soldiers heading this way

he knows he's more than capable of holding his own in close combat, but with this many people? he can't help but feel a little uneasy as he sees the group grow closer and closer

that is, of course, until the unmistakable sound of a rifle fires through the air and the group of soldiers who were previously approaching him steadily begin to fall to the ground, a pool of crimson blood flowing from their heads

könig's eyes catch onto a bright red laser making small patterns on the ground in front of him so, curious, he looks up to find the source of the light coming from under a pile of rubble located on the roof of a building

upon making eye contact with the small area, the red laser pointer goes dead and you quickly poke your head out from your self appointed hiding spot and offer him a small 'ok' motion with your hand before concealing yourself back into your spot once more

he swears his heart soars at the sight

satisfied with himself and your stellar aim, his mind becomes preoccupied with the mission once more, a newly placed sense of vigor in his attacks

but when everyone is cozying up in the common area after the mission's been completed (with the exception of you bc you're taking a shower), könig decides he can't hold himself back from asking a certain question that's been on his mind for a long time

so he simply decides to go for it and ask, "why hasn't she been assigned to our missions before?"

your teammates all look at each other for a few moments before one of them pipes up, "didn't think she was ready."

another one decides to offer their input, "there are times we still don't think she is, but our captain told us to bring her in anyway."

könig and the rest of those present from KorTac's confusion must be apparent because one of the other members of your team decides to speak out, "she was still a bit rocky when she first came to us. we just wanted her to polish up on her skills before we sent her out on an official mission. it's more out of worry than anything."

the explanation calms the small bout of worry that had infested his mind when they first offered their reasoning for not including you on missions, but he can't help but feel a little pit grow in his stomach

so he decides to speak up once more, "well i think they're capable. perhaps it's time you trust them more."

one of your teammates brows raise, "you think so?"

he nods, "took out a whole group of soldiers that were coming at me, i'd probably be done for if it weren't for them."

he finds the look of shock on their faces amusing as they ask, "how?"

könig leans back, "they were hiding in some rubble on one of the buildings. took them out with a sniper."

he watches a look of realization come over their faces as one of them exclaims, "i thought they were running around the field, not hiding!"

horangi decides to pipe in, "you didn't know? she's always running around the rooftops. i see her all the time."

your teammates practically implode on themselves at his revelation before they start hounding him for questions, ones he graciously answers

könig watches with a small smile hidden under his hood before he can see a small movement of the corner of his eye

he turns his head and sees you peering over at him with a small smile and he watches as you sign out a quick, "thank you," with your hands

he sucks in a sharp breath before bringing up his hands and signing back a shaky, "you're welcome"

his hidden smile widens as he watches your eyes glisten with delight, "you know sign?"

he's quick to respond, "since i was little."

horangi is the one to give his arm a harsh nudge when könig all but freezes upon seeing what you sign to him next

"would you like to join me for dinner?"

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[moondirti]

I love your writing ❤️ Can I ask, what do you think each of the 141 boys top kinks are?

thanks love! sorry this took so long, i was givin it some thought

characters included: simon 'ghost' riley, captain john price, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick warnings: dacryphilia (mentioned sadism), gagging (spit and alluded breathplay), breeding (unprotected p-in-v and creampies), anal (lube/preparation, unprotected p-in-a)

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY: DACRYPHILIA

i've mentioned this before but i whole-heartedly believe that simon loves seeing you cry. he's not a good man, nor does he pretend to be – he's a sadist in many ways, and that extends to the bedroom, where, more than anything, he strives to find you writhing in half pain, half pleasure.

there are darker parts of him he tries to keep at bay; that instinct to push you to your limits - seeing just how far you can contort before you threaten to break, testing the give of your flesh and what it takes to pierce it. yet, no matter how much you beg for it - no matter what you say or do - he would never expose that part of himself to you. he’d keep it locked up, tucked between a rib and that doughy part of him that still rings with vexing guilt.

but drawing glossy tears to your lovely little eyes? fucking ragged moans and high-pitched wails out of you? it’s the perfect medium, a compromise he seeks almost every lay. simon would leave bruises, would push so far into you your belly bulges. he stretches you out, tender skin pulling with a fiery sting, and pinches your clit as you try to adjust. he leaves marks he knows will heal, but ones that ache enough to get you sniffing into the crook of his neck. 

and it’s when you’re all flushed out, lips swollen and salted water staining your cheeks, that he cums the hardest. it’s when you’re still hiccuping in the aftermath, tender, raw, does he opt to stay the night. just this once, just for the girl whose tears he both hates and adores.

JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH: GAGGING

it is without a doubt in my mind that i say: johnny has a major oral fixation. when people ask whether he’s an ass, tits or thighs guy, he has to turn them around to very intently point to that bloody fucking mouth of yours. it was the first thing that captured his eye – those lips smeared in lip gloss – and ever since then, he hasn’t been able to get a grip. 

because – listen – he’s messy. sex with him involves every fluid imaginable, puddled in curves and bends you always miss when washing up. the worst of them is spit; he’s a sucker for you all cock-dumb and drooly, stuffed chock-full in every single hole. when he’s ramming you from behind, he’ll always hug an arm around to reach your face, pushing three thick fingers onto your tongue until you’re gagging like crazy. he nudges your tonsils, allows you the space to breathe but not enough to swallow back your piling saliva. johnny doesn’t pull back until he feels it running down his wrist, until he’s coated in you absolutely everywhere. 

and it’s not just his fingers. he shoves just about anything down your throat. his cock, buried to the hilt so your nose smooshes into the crop of curly hair on his pelvis; your toys, right after making you play with yourself; hell, there was the one time he’d been too impatient to get back home and pulled you into a public restroom. he’d fucking crammed your panties into your mouth to prevent you from making noise. 

he just likes seeing you struggle to fit them, issall

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE: BREEDING

at twenty-something, he’d made a list of things he wanted to accomplish in his lifetime and, while his career goals were rapidly realised, the domestic column went largely untouched for almost a decade. he thought he was past that point of adolescent naivete – having long since learnt to be okay with the way things are – but price isn’t getting any younger. when he meets you, that yearning for a family – a pregnant wife, barefoot and waiting for him, touched with a halo type of radiance – comes back twice as strong. 

he knows he can’t intentionally fuck a baby into you, not yet – he’s still in a position where he’s away from home more often than not. that being said, the captain certainly plays fast and loose with the rules. no condoms? mm, no problem, sweetheart. i’ll fetch you a plan b tomorrow, before pumping you full of cum. he thinks he’s discreet when he manhandles you into those positions, the ones where your bottom half is propped up, where your legs are pushed to your chest and his cock spears into unfathomable depths. he just wants you to feel every of him, promise.

but lord, does he lose it when he feels his head kiss the wall of your womb. It’s the sight of you, spread open and overflowing, globs of pearlescent spend oozing from a wrecked hole. it’s you smearing it into your folds with two quivering fingers and tugging him closer. price thinks he’s ready to risk it all – every ticked box, his career, his livelihood – to get to see you like that every morning, blushing with an early dawn, biting down on his shoulder to keep the kids from waking up.

for now, though, he’ll settle for fingering his cum back into you, knowing that it won’t amount to anything.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK: ANAL

often pegged as the most ‘well-behaved’ member of the 141, gaz just tends to keep things quiet. he hides his snickers with a cough, his sarcastic remarks are whispered to himself (unlike soap – who almost yaps about everything to the lieutenant). as such, his top kink happens to be more of a dirty little secret than anything. it takes him a while to admit it to you, but the thought of stretching your other hole drives him mad; his eyes always draw to the ring of muscle whenever you’re bent in front of him. 

he’s kind of ashamed, really. that is, until one slow afternoon where the two of you indulge in your routine of cuddles and shitty anime dubs. he’s got you nestled on his lap, curled under an old quilt that smells like sugar scrub and his aftershave. and maybe it’s the way your head tucks under his chin, or maybe it’s your legs intertwined with one another, but before he knows it, he’s grinding up into your ass and you’re reciprocating, panting as his hardening bulge cleaves between it. 

you know, i’ve always wanted to try something… next thing you know, you’re in your bedroom, pillow buttressing your hips as he slowly preps you. he’s got one hand spreading your cheeks, the other coated in lube, scissoring the unbelievably tight clutch of your ass. he’s leaking onto his lap, practically twitching, but he doesn’t want to rush. he takes his time unravelling you, giving you all the orgasms you need to let go of your tensions. only then does he finally, finally, split you open. 

and it’s beyond anything he’s ever imagined; your muscles are more controlled, stronger. you squeeze him with herculean strength, milking him for all he’s worth. gaz buries his face into your hair to muffle the satisfied groans that stream from him, taking you deeper, deeper, so that when he cums, you can feel it in your guts.

needless to say, anal becomes a regularity after that.

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[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Kill me for mercy.

Ghost x reader (y/n)(codename: raven)

You made him promise you one thing, Ghost is a man of word but he never expected the day to keep this promise would arrive.

Warning: mentions of murder, torture, manipulation and as always spelling and grammatical errors. Pictures are not mine, credits to whoever they belong to.

I've been having trouble writing new stuff but I hope someone likes this.

You and him were good colleagues, it took him some time to trust you, but there you were being good friends, some others would say there was something else between you and him, an unspoken chemistry.

And they weren't wrong, you and him managed to keep it secret, around the base and during missions you and him were merely teammates, but things were different once you were out of the base, you weren't a couple, let's say you were more than friends, there was love and affection, dinner dates, movie nights, kisses and more.

Both decided to enjoy each other's company without involving your feelings more, there's no room for love, the risks and adversities of your jobs pushed you to take that decision.

Was one night when you asked him to make a promise, one hard to keep. It happened during a talk after a funny and pleasurable night.

-(...) But What if one day you have to make a choice between saving the world or saving me?

- Love, that's difficult to answer and depends on the context.

- Okay, umm what if there's something wrong with me that can put the world in danger, like... There's a bomb inside me or if I... have the key to start to create chaos. What would you do?

Simon observed you, he was thinking about what to answer while he was caressing your shoulder, running his finger through your side.

- I think we both know what is the right thing to do in that case, but I'm not sure if I would be capable of doing such a thing.

- You always talk about doing the right thing for the world, well, promise me if one day this time arrives, you will do the necessary, yes?

He doubted, he really thought about it, you didn't know how difficult it would be for him to keep this promise.

- I promise.

A few months later, he lost you during a mission. You were a pilot, a missile hit the plane.

- Captain, a missile is behind me, I repeat, me and my team are under attack...

- Raven? Raven, talk to us...

- Lt... We're falling, I repeat we're falling, we lost the right engine... Fuck!

«Communication lost.»

- Raven, Respond! Do you copy?

Static, pure static was all Simon and the others heard. Hours later an S.O.S message with coordinates arrived, but you weren't there, somehow you managed to save some of your teammates, but apparently you didn't make it, of course Ghost insisted on looking for you, a radio around the location where the team was found.

- Sir, I told you, Raven saved us but didn't leave the plane on time... Y/n didn't survive.

- And I'm telling you we have to find something, any trace.

The searching of your body, ashes or bones was useless, Simon refused to believe you were dead, he was sure you were alive, somewhere.

Meanwhile, you, in fact, were alive, badly wounded but alive, you lost your memory because of a hard hit in your head during your falling, you have flashbacks but nothing of that could tell you who you were before. The people who found you always said the same.

«You survived but your teammates abandoned you because of your injuries, we saved you.»

They saved you, but the price you paid was higher than you could imagine, they experimented with you, tortured you to make you forget those small flashbacks, your genetics were modified, they trained you under extreme conditions, you were a laboratory mouse. Lucky for you, you were the first successful Test subject, they wouldn't let you go easily though. They started to expose you to private contractors and companies, they needed investors to continue with this project full of new... Super soldiers.

Days became weeks, then months, years. Ghost never gave up, he went back to the location more times looking for clues, asked all the people who were there that day with you, always the same answers, nothing new. Just a miracle could give him what he wanted.

He still had dreams about you, just like you, you woke up with the memory of his eyes or his voice, of course you didn't know who he was or why you had those dreams, your current owners always told you he was the one who abandoned you, so eventually you started to believe in their lies.

It was Early in the morning for Ghost, he was exercising when Price appeared with his laptop on hand. Simon knew that look.

- We have to talk. Look what we found during an investigation. We infiltrated some of our men in a meeting with private contractors, and this happened.

It was a video, they were talking about soldiers genetically modified, apparently stronger and more resistant than anybody else, blah, blah, blah... Then, a person called "Soldier Zero" appeared, it looked like you, your eyes, the nose, the lips, it was you, you were alive but something was wrong, you have dead and cold eyes, your not listening to anybody else in the room except for one person at your side, he gives you orders and you make them.

«This is the solution, smart and strong soldiers thanks to the liquid solution that affects their DNA, they could fight against a polar bear and win without the help of weapons, you will never have to repeat orders or have problems with obedience, they're focused on your voices thanks to the microchip inside them that you can activate and deactivate whenever you want, this is the future ladies and gentlemen.»

The rest of the video is about your skills, stupid questions from the people in the meeting, until one finally made a good one.

«Is this soldier still having memories of the past?» «Yes, Short flashbacks, nothing that could represent a risk or a problem in battle but we're fixing that little details already.»

He paused the video, that was all he needed to know, you probably still remember no matter what, no matter who but there's a small probability that you can go back to normal. He simply handed the laptop back to Price and stood up.

- When will we go to pick up our Raven?

- Today, we found the location of the laboratory, get ready, we'll go to Siberia.

Simon was not excited, he was anxious, nervous, he was praying for you to recognize him, Hoping you could go back to who you were before, he was wondering how much did you suffer all this time.

You were in the middle of your routine checkup, taking your pills, talking with the medic.

- How's your sleep schedule?

- Is a mess, I still have those dreams... About that guy, I can't remember his name but he always talks to me, as if I was special for him.

- I'll increase your dose of sleeping pills, we've been talking about this, you're not Raven anymore, you're Zero, that man abandoned you, we found you, we're all you have now.

- I know... I was just...

You couldn't finish your phrase, the alarms were active.

«we're under attack! The soldiers, Put them to work!».

You were now focused on one thing, kill the enemy, that was your order, you were following your orders, but something was wrong with you, you weren't totally under the control of the chip inside you.

You were running through the corridors when someone pushed you, you hit the wall but you stood up rapidly, the man had a strange accent, a Scotland flag was adorning his chest.

- Raven? It is me, I'm Soap! Stop!

You can't stop yourself, something tells you he's not an enemy but still you're attacking him.

- I found Raven! I need someone to help me, I can't contain it alone, is fucking strong...! Come on Raven, stop, we're your friends!

- Copy, on the way.

Soap had you trapped between his legs and arms but he's getting tired, you're moving and trying to get yourself free.

- You and your friends left me here to die!

You said.

- What? No, Y/n, we've been looking for you, we never stopped to look for you, stop fighting...

Suddenly, a new memory was unblocked, this codename, Soap, memories of him and you shooting, fighting side to side, drinking beer, his laugh.

What is going on with you? Why are you attacking him if he's telling you he's your friend, he's there for you, why can't you stop? Then your brain forces you to attack, you somehow have the strength to stand up with him on your back, like a baby koala, then you hit him against a wall to let you free, it works, you feel afraid when you see him fainting and falling on the floor, but at the same time your feelings disappeared, you are ready to continue and finishing your job when a new person appears on your view, is tall, Corpulent and has a skull mask to hide his real face, you see his eyes, those eyes are familiar to you, you have seen them in your dreams.

- Y/n, it's me, I'm Ghost...

That Deep and raspy voice, the way he says your name, the images of your dreams are filling your brain, you're remembering the way he touched you, kissed you...

- what? What's going on? Who are you? What do you want from me? Wait... No, you're not my friend, you're the enemy.

You run to him and start to hit him, Simon wasn't expecting your new strength, those bloody bastards weren't lying, you have enough strength to fight with an animal, he doesn't want to hurt you, you're still the person he loves. Soap stands up and tries to help, both are trying to contain you, trying to make you understand they're your friends.

«ZERO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I SAID KILL THEM ALL! NOW, THEY ABANDONED YOU, REMEMBER?»

- Come on, Love, I know you're there, don't let them play with your mind, listen to me, we never stopped to look for you! Stop this now!

More soldiers are fighting against the Invaders, all of them are following orders but not you, you're struggling with the memories, you feel like there's someone else inside you trying to take control of your body. You're trying to stop yourself. Simon is watching the scene, you're talking alone, discussing and hitting yourself, you're suffering.

«No, they're here for me! I want to stop!» «No, my orders, I have to kill all of them!» «I want to stop! Let me go!!!» «Soap, Ghost...please» «I will kill y'all!»

Soap is observing from afar, he knows you're not going to be ok, even if they take you out of that place, even if they find the way to stop whatever is inside you, you're not going to be the same anymore, the damage is done.

- Lt. I'm sorry, but Y/n is not there anymore, we can't save Raven, let's go, the Cap and the rest need us.

- Go, I'll take care of y/n. I made a promise...

Ghost muttered.

- it's not going to come back!

- I KNOW! lemme keep my bloody promise Johnny! Get out of here, I'll finish this.

Soap froze, but don't question his lieutenant's order, he nods In silence and leaves. Ghost knows this is the only way to help you, the pain, the suffering, maybe the circumstances are not as you planted him time ago, but the decision of doing the right thing applies to this. You're not a risk for the world, not yet, but certainly, for him, you're his entire world, and if his world is its own danger and is suffering, he needs to put an end to it.

- Raven, Y/n, stop. Look at me love, look at me!

He somehow managed to have you between his arms, hugging, the familiar smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body, somehow is bringing you back and taking control of yourself just for a moment.

- You didn't abandon me, tell me you didn't...

- I never did it.

- Gh... Ghost... Kill me, have mercy on me, kill me for mercy.

The lump in Ghost's throat, his body feeling weak incapable of moving, he doesn't want to hurt you or kill you, but it's true, you're never going to be the same, you had suffering too much, he can feel how you're trying to keep yourself in control, you're fighting with your own body trying to not attack him, you're begging him over and over to ease the pain.

He lets you go off him, You're now with a knife walking in his direction, there's tears In your face. Ghost is ready to let you attack but also he has his own knife on hand too. It was quick, he took your knife before you could stab him, his body is pressed against yours but the blood in your clothes wasn't from him, it was yours, he slowly kneels down with you still against him, you exhaled, gasped and looked at him, touching his mask, you wanted to say something but then it was just silence. He never looked away, his eyes were fixed on you, he observed life escaping from your body, you were light as a feather, your face and lips were losing color, he pressed his forehead against yours with his eyes finally closed, whispering «i'm sorry, love, I'm sorry » and seconds later he stands up with your body in his arms, he kept his promise, he saved the world, his world, he promised himself to remember you as you were before all this mess, this was his new promise, to keep you in his heart, his memory wouldn't remember what happened to you, he would remember you as the sunshine that arrived to his life in the right time but left too soon.

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[tealfloyd]

A COSTUME-SHIFTING HALLOWEEN

"MC's first Halloween ended up being disastrous a marvelous one~!"

SUMMARY: During the last day of Halloween, MC encounters a singular ghost who drags her to a confusing situation... (Everyone x Fem!Reader)

WARNINGS: Death mentions at the end, jealousy (?)

CONTENT: I didn't have any ideas for Ortho :( The ghost has a sad backstory, and, uh— That's it, I think. WORDS: 7K+

A/N: Okay, I know Halloween has already passed, but I got an excuse since this is a repost, so bear with me here :)

Some costumes were hard to describe, but I think they're not that bad. They're acceptable tier, I guess.

After this fic, everything else published will be the requests I've saved, so I ask for some time before starting to work on the new ones!

Now onto the fic~

Halloween was just around the corner, and you’re still trying to figure out what is happening.

It was a strange surprise when Grim and you returned to your dorm, not expecting to see it covered with paper and cloth; somehow looking a lot like a Ghost Festival entrance.

Lilia was on charge of the decoration placements, and while you were okay with it (it actually made the Ramshackle dorm look good), Grim was demanding an explanation for this.

After he got it, you wondered if everyone was doing the same thing, and now that you think about it, you haven’t seen any of the first years after class during the recent days; most likely preparing everything for the arrival of the spooky season.

It wasn’t till the next day that you got a more detailed explanation of how Halloween was celebrated here; your troublemaker friends being overly excited for this event, and you had to admit that the joy was contagious.

And you may be wondering: “will this finally be the event where the only requisite is to enjoy it and not engage in any unusual thing?”

And to answer that question, I must ask: “MC, are you really attending NRC if not?”

8 DAYS FOR HALLOWEEN

A week before Halloween arrived, a steering committee session was scheduled so everyone could show the work they’ve done so far, talking about the venue decoration and the costume related to it.

Since a stamp rally was going to be held, everything had to be in perfect condition for when the guests would come to visit.

You got to see every dorm’s venue location and costume, amazed by the amount of work and effort they’ve put into it.

Vil tried to make you a costume, but you declined, stating that you were okay without a one. He really wanted you to have one, fuming slightly when you refused again, the response being that you didn’t want to take advantage of him. At the end, he reluctantly agreed to it, understanding your position.

However, that idea changed (non-voluntary) when the last day of the Halloween week started.

THE LAST DAY OF THE HALLOWEEN WEEK

Before I narrate the occurrences that happened the last day, first I must narrate what happened through the entire celebration.

You visited every dorm’s venue periodically, just wanting to have a fun time with your friends and talking about how cool their costumes were, along with some compliments of your own costume, the one that the ghosts gifted you in spirit of Halloween.

Everyone was trying to beat everyone, non-literally, of course (well, most of them). More like they were trying to show off in front of you, looking to gain your attention and appreciation.

It didn’t work at the end because they were all your friends, and you genuinely appreciated every performance they’ve put since that meant they were trying their hardest, and as much as they love your thoughtfulness, they wished you could have chosen their dorm.

Overall, everything went great. You were surprised at the way some of them interacted with children, finding it cute as you continued to stroll with Grim, the little creature receiving a lot of attention because of the viral picture the ghosts posted some days ago, leaving you to wait aside. This, shockingly enough, made you feel at ease, since now you weren’t the only girl roaming in the campus, which was now filled with children and their parents and/or brothers.

However, you weren’t invisible to a certain ghost, who decided to approach after seeing you for some time.

“Why are we here again? We’re missing all the fun!” Whined Grim, his little paws making it difficult for him to catch up with your fast pace.

“We won’t be here for long, but if you really don’t want to be with me then I guess you can go and—“ He didn’t let you finish as he ran away, excited to be once again the centre of attention. “—Leave me alone… Just when you think they’re going to listen."

You shocked your head in disbelief, returning your gaze to the pond, looking for something.

“Hey, little fishes~ Where are you~?” You called, gaze tracing the water to see if they were hiding. “It’s me, so there’s no need to hide—"

“I see you’ve grown quite fond of these creatures."

The unknown voice startled you, and you backed away in surprise, almost falling into the water.

“Oh, thank the Sevens…” Exhaling in relief, you exclaimed. “You scared me!"

“Isn’t that the purpose of this event?”

It didn’t come off as a surprise to be spooked by a ghost; you’ve grown accustomed to it since it was Halloween, yet it did seem weird that this one was the one spooking you, thinking that it took advantage of your unawareness.

“Can I help you with something? I don’t have candy right now but if you wait, I can bring you some," you said, hoping that your words convinced her.

“Oh dear, I’m not looking for candy," you turned your head, furrowing your brows. “I was looking for you”.

Baffled, you pointed at yourself. “Me?”

“Indeed, I’ve noticed that you are the only female student here," she floated closer to you. “I wonder why~”

You sighed. “It’s a large story, but that doesn’t explain why you’re looking for me."

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”.

“If I’m being honest ma’am, I’m more scared of Lilia’s cooking than your presence."

“Well, that works for me~," she chuckled at your response, seemingly thinking about something. “Where did you get that Halloween costume?”

“This?” You signalled the costume. “My ghost friends made it for me, since Grim and I were the only ones without one."

“I see~” She inspected it, humming in disapproval as she checked every detail. “Some of the seams are incomplete, and the colour palette can be better…”

“Hey, what are you doing—"

“I’ve decided!” The abrupt yell caught you by surprise, looking at her in shock. “You’re going to be my new muse, and your friend’s designs are the perfect way to start!”

Now you’re confused, completely and utterly confused, because you can’t comprehend what this ghost is talking about.

“Muse? I… I’m afraid I don’t understand…" You said, tone hesitant. “You shall not worry, dear! You will get it pretty soon!”

And with that final note, you seemed to have no other option than to let this ghost drag you outside the outings of the campus, floating towards Diasomnia’s location.

FIRST PARADE, DIASOMNIA: RAMSHACKLE DORM – A MIGHTY “LOONG”

The costume didn’t have any major changes on it; most of the original design was kept untouched, but what differentiated Diasomnia’s costume from this one is that it had a golden necklace, and in the centre of it was a shiny chrome diopside, the green gem contrasting with the solid colours of the entire outfit. But what did change was the head accessory, the hat being replaced by a golden crown, vaguely resembling a dragon.

“What are we doing here…?” You asked, seeing how everyone was walking around the intricate decorations.

“Now, stay still…” And just like she was using a magic wand, she started swinging her hand with grace and after some seconds and several sparks, she proudly smiled. “Done! Now tell me what you think!”

You looked down, surprised to see that your old costume was replaced with Diasomnia’s one, feeling somewhat conflicted. “I… I don’t know what to say…”

She took this as a good sign, happily exclaiming that she did an excelling job, attracting the attention of the visitors.

“Woah, look! It’s a ghost!”

“Is that girl part of the presentation? Her costume is so elegant~”

“She’s so pretty! Is she supposed to be an empress? The head ornament is really cool~!”

And with that, the people who were previously taking photos of the decorations now are asking to take photos with you.

The commotion being heard by the Diasomnia students, who approached to confirm everything was right.

Malleus is baffled. At first, he doesn’t know why you have a Diasomnia costume, but that thought is quickly forgotten as he steps closer to you, complimenting you in his unique way, accidentally making the visitors think that you were a couple. He doesn’t do anything to deny those claims, sighing sadly when you explain that you’re not, feeling slightly betrayed at that. He knows that you’re beautiful, and he understands the people who think the same, but he can’t help but apart you from anyone even the ghost that he thinks is too close, hiding you behind his intimidating form, leading you to calm him down so he wouldn’t scare the customers off. Sometimes, he wishes he could keep you safe in a tower. Just sometimes.

Lilia is enjoying the whole situation. He notices the female ghost that’s part of the “main show," and he guesses that maybe she could be the reason why you’re using his dorm’s costume he likes to play detective. He’s delighted with the design, saying some strange compliments that only Lilia would say, expressing his endearing feelings for you in a… Complicated manner, one that rivals Rook. He’s the first one that poses with you, happy to see your cute attempts as your fingers try to adopt a scary pose. He had to restrain Malleus at some point from hissing at a customer because he tried to flirt with you. He gets it, but he can’t let him hiss at anyone that tries to flirt with you!

Silver is the only normal person here, but in everyone’s defence, he’s the only person there. He compliments you too, yet it ends up sounding a bit… Frigid? He doesn’t mean it that way, you caught him, the normally collected Silver, off guard showing up with his dorm’s costume. His mind wanders from helping Lilia control Malleus, to you. He knows he shouldn’t be glancing at you; his priority is the sovereign of Briar Valley, but he supposes he can let himself be distracted when the life of his master is not in danger.

Sebek is yelling at you because “you didn’t get permission to use and change Diasomnia’s costume!” Shutting up after some seconds of this because of his master’s ominous glare. He doesn’t mean to appear so rude and the fact that he made Malleus angry is something that he would never forget, but how do you expect him to react after seeing you so… Empress-like? The royal aura you’re emanating makes him want to bow down before you and patiently wait for your orders, so that’s another bodyguard for you. He also sets aside anyone that is near you, accidentally blurting a: “haven’t you learn that royalty doesn’t interact with commoners!?” and now he’s a blushing mess, screaming: “I was talking about Lord Malleus, not you, human!”

Thanks to their unrequited actions, everyone mistook the scene as a comedy skit, fortunately helping their image because right now they’re a disaster.

They didn’t really ask about the ghost beside you, maybe a ‘why?’ and ‘what?’, but they’re pretty chill about it. Yes, even Sebek.

Lilia suggested that you all should take a selfie, and since Lilia’s the shortest he took it while floating, sending it to the group chat, most likely to annoy the other students.

As you were about to be engaged in another exhausting photoshoot with the visitors, the ghost decided that it was enough for you… In this costume.

She holds your hand, and you bid your Diasomnia friends goodbye as she leads you to the next location.

SECOND PARADE, HEARTSLABYUL: BOTANICAL GARDEN – A SKELETON GOTH LADY

The top was tight, the laces on it being identical as the original ones, while the cuffs were a bit more open. The pants were changed for a torn-up skirt, a little bit higher than the knee. Black stockings covered your legs, having a bone pattern so it would match with the skeleton concept. You didn’t had gloves, some white chains replacing them as they attached themselves to rings on every finger. Instead of a hat, you wore a skull pin on the side of your hair, a bit of black tulle added to it.

“The botanical garden, great… Why’re we here again?” You asked, a bit nervous because of the attention your costume was getting.

“My, haven’t you noticed? To change your costume, of course!” That easy going attitude wasn’t wearing off, and much less now that she’s got to see you as a source of “inspiration."

“My costume? Why? I thought it looked nice…”.

“It does! But my creativity has reached levels that I cannot ignore, so we will be changing your attire a few times today~," you couldn’t even have time to protest as she started doing the magic wand trick again, sighing at the lack of communication.

Once the magic was over, you looked down, seeing the new costume that resembled Heartslabyul’s skeleton idea.

“And…? What do you think~?” She asked, impatient for your answer.

“It’s—"

“Woah, look there! They’re holding a magic demonstration!”

“That’s such a cute costume! But I thought the students were the only ones using them?”

“I’ve heard that there’s a girl studying here, and to top it off she’s very pretty~”

“Oh no…” Indeed, here comes the photoshoot session again.

Riddle doesn’t even know where to start. He wants to scold everyone that it’s crossing your boundaries, and then he realises why it’s that. His face becomes redder than his hair, and he’s conflicted with his feelings because on one side, you look beautiful (he doesn’t understand why you’re using a Heartslabyul’s costume, but he guesses he can set it aside for now), and on the other side, some teenagers are getting too close to you, much to his and your like. He steps in, trying to be a good friend that helps another friend romantic interest, but he’s mistaken as a, and I quote, “loyal skeleton husband," Don’t worry MC, Cater’s been recording since the start of the interaction so you wouldn’t miss his flushed face. He ends up getting collared for that.

Trey chuckles, and you can’t help but think that Jade’s mannerisms had finally stuck to him. In reality, he’s doing it as a way to cover up his bashfulness, thankful of the veil covering his face. But that doesn’t mean he won’t tease you about it, saying some funny compliments in order to hide his flushed state. He’s the calmest out of the five when it comes to people approaching you, asking them to not invade your personal boundaries, his high figure making it easier for them to listen to him. He hears a comment that has him coughing out of the shock, stating that they wished they had such a gentle partner. You pat his back, completely worried because, Trey? Why’s your face so red?

Cater doesn’t know where to start; by the fact that you’re slaying in that costume or the fact that you’re using his dorm’s costume in the first place. He decides that is not important because the only relevant thing here is that you are using his dorm’s costume. He feels so proud as he announces that he was the one that came up with the original idea; not exactly this, but you know what he means. He’s the one that teaches you how to pose for photos with the visitors, snapping some quick selfies of you both and the rest of the students because it’s necessary, and no, he’s not taking any criticism. He posts it immediately, adding some fun captions and hashtags as he continues the photoshoot.

Ace remains quiet for five seconds, and you’re scared because you think he may mock you for using this. So, imagine your surprise when he muttered that you looked good in an unusual shy tone. The Ace Trappola complimenting you directly and with no teasing involved? It seems too good to be true, and it was as soon as you were about to say something nice too, he reverted to his normal personality and stated that it was because the costume itself made everyone look good. As some say, all good things must come to an end, so prepare yourself, because he’s going to tease you non-stop during your entire stance in the venue.

Deuce stays still, mind trying to elaborate the sentence he’s been meaning to say to you since some minutes ago. He’s so nervous that he ends up saying: “you look MC, beautiful." You laughed so hard that your stomach started to hurt, and the same thing happened to everyone else; even the visitors let out a chuckle at his innocent comment. He quickly tries to retract himself, blabbering that he didn’t mean it that way. He knows he just made the situation worse for him as you continue to laugh your ass off. Once you recover from the accidental joke, you tell him that’s fine, you understand what he meant by that. He’s relieved, but also concerned because he knows that Ace and his upperclassman are going to use this against him.

The whole scene seemed like a stand-up comedy show, the unintended funny comments made everyone think that it was a special performance since it was the last day.

Too bad for Deuce, now he’ll never hear the end of it because everything was recorded from start to finish. Don’t let him know that people are posting this, he’s not prepared.

Contrary to Diasomnia, they did ask about why you had a ghost accompanying you. You tried to explain them the situation, confusing them further. At the end you gave up because you didn’t understand it either, so you just dropped the topic.

After a few more photos, Cater took a surprise selfie, posing while everyone else was distracted. He also sent it to the group chat, with the captions: “Look who decided to join us~!”.

Not for long though, the ghost lady dragging you off to the following place while they were attending some customer, making them sad skeleton boys upon realisation.

THIRD PARADE, OCTAVINELLE: LABORATORY – A MUMMIFIED YOUNG RULER

Instead of the black shirt underneath the white button-up one, it had a crop top; a black harness belts covering it. An oversized white dress shirt was tucked into the skirt, some loose bandages wrapped around your waist, along with some leather belts to secure it. Your nails were painted black, and a boater hat was placed on top of your head, slightly tilted to one side.

“Are we visiting every venue because of your inspiration stroke?” You said, already getting tired of being dragged off.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it!” She exclaimed, stopping in front of the laboratory. “It’s time to change, aren’t you curious about my next work?”

“I would be lying if I said that I’m not."

She did her magic, and in a couple of seconds your costume had drastically changed; Octavinelle’s concept, you guessed.

“Do you feel comfortable in it? I don’t know if you like the top…”

“It’s fine, it’s not usually what I would wear but it’s comfy." Relieved, she exhaled, as if she could breathe for starters.

You were wondering if nobody saw you, and that thought vanished as you heard the now expected comments of the customers.

“Is that a ghost? She looks so cool!”

“And that girl over there, is she using a mummy costume?”

“Maybe she’s the female student everyone’s talking about!”

Both of you entered the laboratory, and that did nothing to soothe the stares and whispers; if something, it enhanced them.

Azul mind’s is multitasking. One part is processing the fact that you showed up, out of the blue, with a ghost and an Octavinelle costume; this is not something he can ignore, although he can’t ignore anything that has to do with you. And the other part is thinking of possible promotions for the Mostro Lounge with you on the cover; a businessman never stops being a businessman after all. He salutes you as always, cordially asking what brings you and your ghost companion there. Azul can be a great actor when the time requires it, and this is the time that really requires it; if he embarrasses himself in front of these amount of people, the tweels and you… Be certain he isn’t leaving his octopot anytime soon.

Jade knows that when something involves you, there’s always a twist, and what a charming twist you’ve made today. He’s entertained by this scene, softly chuckling as he puts on his best smile, greeting you with his gentlemanly demeanour. He’s checking your reactions at his planned compliments, finding all of them utterly adorable. The laboratory had a fair amount of people before you arrived, but since you showed up the visitors have been doing the same; and for this situation he has a subtle way to make the customers apart from you, and by subtle I mean scaring them off with “discreet” threats and a sinister close-lipped smile.

Floyd’s mood is constantly changing from happy to hostile. Happy because of you appearing with his dorm’s costume on and with a ghost; just when he thought his Shrimpy wouldn’t get more interesting! He’s stuck to you like a koala to a bamboo tree, happily talking until someone asks for a picture, and that’s when the hostile mood comes; he can’t stand anyone that comes near you in a ‘flirtatious’ manner, ominously looking down at them. You have to distract him with funny comments so he wouldn’t squeeze anyone, but there’s definitely an unspoken condition there: he’s going to appear in every picture taken, no complaints.

They’re lucky you visited two dorms before theirs, because if not people would start to suspect that maybe anything of this wasn’t planned at all.

At this point, everyone saw the two videos that went viral on Magicam, Lilia and Cater’s courtesy, which had the only female student at NRC magically changing her costumes with the help of a friendly ghost.

The three of them had seen the photos sent to the group chat, but Floyd was the one that spoke out loud, placing the phone real high, kind of not giving time for you to pose appropriately.

He sent it immediately, bragging off about the fact that they had the coolest selfie, creating a discussion under his message, giving start to a selfie war,

The ghost lady noticed the behaviour of the sly students, and so she took the advantage when they were distracted to drag you off there to continue her inspiration spree.

Less to say that they weren’t very happy about this.

FOURTH PARADE, SCARABIA: SAM’S SHOP – AN ARABIAN WEREWOLF PRINCESS

The main thing that differentiated this costume from the original is the top, which was red with some golden patterns on it, a translucent material covering your belly, same thing with the long sleeves. The pants were still baggy and white, a golden chain wrapped around your waist. You had a water drop head chain, making it easier for you to wear the wolf ears, while the clawed gloves were replaced with long, black nails.

“We shouldn’t have done that, now they’re going to look for us," you sighed, already thinking about the outcome.

“Don’t be silly, it would take a while for them to find us in this crowd," she seemed accustomed to it, and you don’t know if you should feel relieved or scared.

“I got lost in the mall once while shopping with Jade and Floyd, and they found me two minutes later. Two!"

“I know a thing or two when it comes to escaping~" Scared, that’s how you feel right now.

“I—" You thought for a second before re-doing your sentence. “What do you have planned for Scarabia?”

“I’m sure you would love this one!” She spoke with so much confidence that you were getting excited about this, staying still for the transformation.

Once it occurred, you were happy with the outcome, speaking your thoughts of it before she even asked. “This one’s great! How do you make these costumes?”

“You can say it’s my speciality~”

“Did they invite a princess?”

“I think she’s the female student of the videos; her werewolf costume is so cute!”

“MC!”

Oh, that was a different one.

Kalim acts like a puppy every time he sees you, all giddy and if he had a tail, it would be wagging. He was surprised to see you appearing in a different costume, and he happily complimented you, not realising at first that it was based off his dorm’s costume and not one of your ideas. You present him to your fashion ghost, who instantly loved his carefree personality, stretching hands with big smiles on their faces. It was cute, and that was a common sentiment as everyone asked for a photo; the supposedly ‘scary’ expressions only gained more attention, making Jamil act as a guardian for you both.

Speaking of Jamil, you thought he was mad at you for something since he didn’t say anything from the moment you arrived. He’s perceptive, so he probably knew this from the concerned look you unconsciously sent at him, muttering a small: ‘It suits you’ after. You don’t get to see his face since he’s hiding it, but you don’t mind, glad that you didn’t make him mad. As if you could make him mad in the first place; if anything, your presence makes him feel at ease, and he would’ve said something else if it weren’t because of the fact that you were dressed like an Arabian werewolf princess and the amount of people surrounding you right now.

Kalim already attracted the people, his cuteness being the cause of it. So, add to the formula you, the dress-shifter with a stylish ghost, and that equals: More people.

Jamil literally acted like a bodyguard, trying to control the crowd as you both posed for more pictures.

At some point, Kalim gave his phone to a girl and kindly asked her if she could take a picture of you three. She complied, shuttering a few photos until she was satisfied with the last one.

It was the typical best friend group photo; the lively Kalim, the annoyed Jamil and the one that’s in the middle, you.

Everything was fine until you heard a loud yell, which screamed: “Shrimpy~!” And that was the moment the ghost knew it was time to go.

FIFTH PARADE, SAVANACLAW: COLOSSEUM – A SOPHISTICATED CAPTAIN

The coat was larger than the original one, almost touching the floor; the ends were a bit thorn, but it was considered more elegant than the boy's version. You wore a fancy shirt, which was under a leather, black vest; you also wore the same pants, just a little higher and tighter. You wore several silver rings, and high leather boots. You didn't have an eyepatch though; what you did have was a pirate hat, with golden feathers neatly placed on it.

“Hey— Wait! You’ll make them angry!” You could barely stand by how fast she was floating, and you swore you were floating too because you couldn’t feel the ground.

“We are short on time; we don’t have time to worry about them!”

“But they’re 6’2! And Floyd can do parkour. It’s a matter of time before they find us!” Without context, it would seem like you both were escaping from the mafia; and with context… It’s the same, but for different reasons.

“You’re right!” She abruptly stopped, leaving you to fall face first on the sand of the colosseum. “This is the perfect situation for the next costume!”

“That’s what you’re thinking about? My personal space's on the line here!” You yelled, spitting the sand that got in your mouth.

“Shhh!” Shushing you, she helped you get up, doing once again the costume transformation. “There! Aren’t you the prettiest pirate here~”

“It does fit the context, though—”

“I didn’t know the Savanaclaw dorm had pretty girls~”

“I don’t think they do, maybe she’s the student from the videos.”

“She’s such a cool pirate~ I’m going to ask for a picture!”

“When will this end…?“

Leona was napping inside the boat in a secluded place, but he got up after hearing the commotion outside. He tried to sleep again, but the noise was too much for his sensitive audition, so he went to investigate the source of it. Less to say that he froze in place after seeing you; ‘why are you using a pirate costume’ and ‘what is a ghost doing beside you’ are some of his questions. He walked up to you, asking why you are wearing that, an unconscious smirk travelling up his features. He didn’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just his way to express interest, and you seem to get it because you thanked him. You drop the topic and explain the situation, and he’s baffled because he doesn’t get how you understand his actions yet don’t realise he’s in love with you, like, how does that even work?

Ruggie chokes. He was drinking water since his throat was starting to get dry after so much talking, and that’s when he saw you. He makes enough noise for you to notice, so you try to help him, unintentionally making it worse. Once he’s done with the coughing, he asks why you’re using his dorm’s costume; he didn’t understand the explanation, maybe because he was busy staring at you. He knows he has to say something, so he compliments you; not directly though, saying that the costume looked good. You agreed, toying with the golden buttons of the coat, failing to see his flushed face. Good, because if you did, he would have to lie, and his mind can’t elaborate a lie right now.

Jack was absent for the majority of your stay, returning from Sam’s because Ruggie asked him to bring some snacks. He did hear something about a female student changing costumes, but he didn’t imagine it was you at first, thinking that maybe a girl was taking advantage of the rumours. Now he knows that he was wrong. You spoke to him first, even retrieving his bags so you can place them aside, all while people still ask you for pictures. He only begins to move when they start to cross the line, hiding you behind him so you could take a breath from the sudden fame like a good friend would do, and not a boyfriend like the customers think- Wait, a boyfriend, your boyfriend? All the efforts he made to not blush go out of the window as his tail wags and his cheeks become red.

The visitors in Savanaclaw were more controlled than those in the other dorms since you had three scary beastmen by your side Ruggie can be scary, I’m sure of it, literally, and that reduced their shoving and overall craziness.

The idea of taking the photo was from your ghost companion, seeing that none of them brought it up.

It ended up being a pretty funny photo. A boy snuck behind you all, and before he could even pose, Leona grabbed him by the collar. Jack tried to set free the poor teenager, Ruggie was laughing, and you still stood there in the middle, smiling to the camera.

There wasn’t a second chance, she liked it too much to delete it, instead sending it to the group chat.

She decided it was enough fun for this venue and continued to the next one.

SIXTH PARADE, IGNIYHDE: LIBRARY – A MYSTERIOUS PUMPKIN DAME

Ignihyde's costume wasn’t changes in the slightest, it was the same black and neon blue armour, just that yours was adjusted so it would fit you. But instead of the greenish pumpkin head that Idia had, you had an orange one. The face in this one also changed, with mischievous eyes and sharp teeth forming a terrifying smile.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said, tilting your head to look at her.

“But of course, dear! What do you want to know?”

“Why me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not really an interesting person, and I’m sure there are a lot of people who are more befitting of these clothes than me."

“I see… Well, that is a topic I would discuss later, when I depart, but you were my only option for this, and I sincerely mean it," instead of the cheerful tone she always spoke with, she had a nostalgic one replacing it.

“Okay…” You both didn’t talk for a few minutes, only conversing again when you arrived to the library, a crowd of people inspecting the place. “Are you going to turn me into a knight?”

“Not a knight, dear. A dame!” She made her magic, and soon enough you had a new, shiny armour and a pumpkin helmet, unaware of how scary it looked. “How does it feel? Replicating that boy’s technology is extremely difficult, so I tried to make it as light as possible”

“It’s not too heavy, but this thing surely is suffocating me," removing it from your head, you organized your hair, a bit squashed because of the sudden pressure.

That movement was enough to get you a whole fan club.

“Kyah! Who’s she? She’s so cool~!”

“Right? She must be the girl that’s trending on Magicam, she’s prettier in person~”

“Who needs a prince? I want this girl to rescue me.”

“Wow, they’re getting more creative."

Idia first thought that a devoted fan of “Pumpkin Hollow” appreciated his work and decided to show up as the character to show his respect. He didn’t expect to see you out of all people but consider him a part of your fan club with that hair movement. His hair becomes pink, and he tries to deviate the conversation from your costume to the movie. To be honest, he felt betrayed when he knew that you didn’t watch the movie at first, yet he knows he can’t blame you because you were isekai’d into this world, so he asked you if you wanted to watch it. He thinks you loved the movie just as much as him, but when you told him that your new ghost friend made it for you he deflated a little. Not for long when you told him that you did like the movie, already planning a marathon for you and Ortho to watch.

Going to Ignihyde was fun from the start. I mean, sure, some of the people were annoying, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable.

At some point, you acted a bit, reciting a few lines of the movie that you remembered, making the visitors intrigued about the movie, muttering that they were definitely going to watch it Idia thinks he’s in love with you.

For the selfie, you took two: one with the helmet and one without the helmet. Idia wanted to delete the helmet-less one, but you pressed send before he could finish the sentence plead.

It was getting late, and you knew that the next location was going to be the last one, so you took the initiative and told the ghost (that suddenly became more thoughtful) that it was time to move, and so you both exited the library.

SEVENTH PARADE, POMEFIORE: MIRROR CHAMBER – AN ENCHANTING VAMPIRE COUNTESS

The Pomefiore costume really had major changes; you wore a Victorian dress, which had the same pattern and colours as the original, a black sash covering your waist. The cape had the same design, a bit larger so it could embellish the shape of the dress. You didn't have any accessories besides your black gloves. Your makeup was also done; a dark eyeshadow and lipstick complimenting your skin.

She did the transformation with no funny puns and old-styled jokes, and you thought something was… Off.

“Are you okay?” You said, calmly walking towards the mirror chamber.

“Of course, I’m okay. Why the sudden question, dear?” She replied, a forced smile making her way past her lips.

“You seem a bit… Sad." She widened her eyes at this, lips forming a gentle smile after a couple of seconds.

“It’s nothing to worry about, dear. This will be over soon."

“Huh—?”.

The usual three comments you got used to were replaced by the voices of your distressed (except Rook) friends, looking for an explanation as soon as you arrived.

“Potato! What’s the meaning of this?”

“Ma chérie, I’m glad you’re finally here!”

“I can’t believe we were your last choice…”

Vil felt offended and outraged. How can you decline him making you a costume, but you so gladly accept the same offer from an unknown ghost? He does realise he shouldn’t be mad at you; he doesn’t know if you gladly accepted after all, but he can’t help but feel betrayed. And you didn’t come visit them first; you know he’s a beauty guru, why would you hide this from him? He found out when checking his Magicam, the trending topic being: “NRC female student magically changes costumes with the help of a friendly ghost!” He calms down, not wanting to get a pimple out of stress; he does think the costume is great, sure, there are a few errors here and there, but nothing he cannot fix.

Rook is delighted. This man would praise you if you used a trash bag as a dress, so imagine the amount of compliments you’re getting from him using his magnifique dorm’s costume! He found out too when he was asking Vil something, strangely zoned out, so he decided to see whatever had him so mesmerized; but if isn’t his belle prefect! Of course Roi du Poison would be enchanted by this! He patiently waits for you to come visit, hopefully with a new costume based off his dorm, and he sure wasn’t disappointed! He even thanks the ghost at some point for enhancing your effortless beauty, and then he just straight up starts confessing in French. He knows you don’t know French, but he enjoys seeing you so confused as you try to decipher what the hell he just said.

Epel is also offended. MC! You’re one of his best friends and romantic interest and you decide to visit him last? How could you? He starts lightly scolding you, and in the middle of it, he shuts up, noting that you were indeed using your own version of his dorm’s costume. He becomes so red that he’s not a vampire anymore, he’s a tomato. Because of this, he lets you be, uttering a small compliment while looking away, not wanting you to see his blushing face. You get distracted by Rook, and he silently thanks him as he organises the stand; the gratefulness doesn’t last long because, well, it’s Rook, and Vil also added himself to the conversation, fixing a few details of your costume. He groans, discreetly commenting something so you would talk to him too.

The Mirror Chamber didn’t have any customer, and you felt a sense of relief washing over you. People would start calling you names if they noticed that you were friends with Vil, and you didn’t need that right now.

Since this was the last venue, you stayed with them until they finished cleaning, helping a little as you couldn’t really move freely in the dress.

You all went out, taking a break before returning to their respective dorms to prepare for the upcoming party, clearly taking a selfie before it which ended up winning the contest because Vil was the one who took it.

You were almost spotted by the tweels, but manage to hide before they saw you, carefully running with your friend towards your dorm.

Once you got there, she made her magic again, transforming the dress into a simpler one, white with some flowers on it, all while a heavy sigh leaving her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, now concerned because of this.

“MC, you know why I chose you for being my muse?” The sudden question caught you off guard, and you shook your head in response. “I had a daughter, just like you: young, beautiful, and had this charisma that made every head in the room turn into her direction. Truly a charm."

You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. “I was a fashion designer when I was alive; I rarely saw my daughter, maybe once or twice in the week, and that if I had time."

“She got sick one day. I thought it was sudden, but the doctor said that it had been going for months, and that she had only a few ones to live. It turned out, it wasn’t like that."

“One week later I was rushing to the hospital, carrying her in my arms because she collapsed."

You guessed the end, but that didn’t stop the feeling of dread. “She died that day, and I couldn’t even tell her that I loved her…”

“I’m sorry…" You muttered, not knowing what else to say.

“When I saw you, I saw her; smiling and living contently with no worries, as if she was fine and healthy," she stopped to look at you in the eyes, and asked one more question. “Do you know why I’m a ghost?”

Your eyes widened in shock, and you shook your head again. “I promised her I would dress her with beautiful clothes; I promised her that I would be there …”

“Do… Do you mean that—"

“I think that this day may have given me the chance to encounter her again… That you gave me the chance to encounter her again."

“I…” You stopped for a brief moment, a warm smile forming on your lips. “Thanks for today. I really hope you can meet your daughter again."

She chuckled, slowly vanishing as she stroked your hair affectionately. “You’re such a kind girl. Those boys are lucky to have you."

And with that, she disappeared completely, white sparks fading as silence invaded the room.

You felt something wet on your cheek, only realising after touching it that you were crying.

“Henchman! Ace told me the party’s already starting! We better get there before they run out of food!“ Grim said, abruptly yelling as he passed the opened door.

“Yeah, sure, just, uh— Give me a minute…" Hurriedly wiping your tears, he stood there dumbfounded and concerned.

“Are you crying?” He asked, frowning in confusion.

“I’m okay, it’s just that… I remembered something” You smiled in order to ease him up, knowing that down deep his egoistic façade, he was worried about you.

And it worked, since he scoffed, quickly changing the topic as you two walked towards the location of the party.

There was one thing that she was right about, they were very lucky to have you, but you were just as lucky as them.

THE END~

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Okkkk ceilings request cause the other one your did got my brain going

Readers dad meeting his grandchild ?

I thought about this while writing my previous post.

Definitely by accident since she cut off contact with her father. Joel doesn't work with him any more. Him and Tommy started their own contracting company.

WARNING: dbf!joel, pregnancy, doctors appointment, if u think of anymore lmk:)

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Domestic bliss. Something you've always wanted now have to cherish. You and Joel have a beautiful girl, Gisele. She is your entire world, she has Joel wrapped around her finger. She's a spitting image of you.

At first you felt like you were a bad mom because you didn't know what to do and you didn't have your mother around to help you. Joel reassured you that you were doing everything right. He was such great support for you entering parenthood.

"Good morning beautiful girl," You kissed the top of her head as you brought her out of the crib. "We have a big day, your doctor's appointment and then the grocery store and come home and play." You never did the baby talk with her, you saw her as you. A person. Joel loved how you just talked to her like she could understand you.

The doctors appointment was just a routine appointment, seeing her weight and growth and the last round of her shots. You look at her and wonder how she is already almost one.

"I swear she is the healthiest baby I've had." The doctor cooed while taking her weight. You felt another piece of weight chip off your shoulders. "That means she is getting a lot of love," of course she was. She is just everything to you and Joel.

"Baby doll?" the voice your father called out while you were in the produce section of H-E-B (it's the best grocery store ever. Only in Texas and one in Mexico). You whipped your head towards him and felt your stomach turn. You haven't seen the man in 2 years, he looked older and seemed like a ghost.

Your daughter babbled at you and pulled on the necklace you had on. "Hi." you breathed out. "Oh my god..." His eyes danced to Gisele in the cart. "Dad, this is Gisele your granddaughter." You pick her up and hold her. Her eyes sparkle and she reaches out to her grandfather. "Can I?" he asks before you hand her off.

"Yes." You watch him hold her and you saw the look on his face. He's studying the faces she's making. "She's looks just like you but she has Joel's hair." you laugh and noticed that she does. “She’s just beautiful.” Your dad smiles at her.

“I’m sorry for everything…I don’t expect you to let me back in your life but I just wanted you to know.” You looked at your father and his face seemed genuine but you can’t trust him. Life has been easier without him. “I know…” You choked back tears, kissed his cheek, and took your daughter back in your arms.

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“How was the appointment?” Joel asked quietly as he put Gisele down for her nap. You were debating on telling him that about your dad meeting her. He could be mad or not care.

You both walk out of her room and to your bedroom. You made sure you had the baby monitor on before you got undressed and into your house clothes. “She’s very healthy and everyone loves her at the doctors office.” You talk to through the mirror as you take off your jewelry. “Of course she’s healthy she’s a Miller.” you giggled at his pride for his family. “Joel…” you decided to tell him. He has the right to know.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Joel stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist. You melt into his touch “Don’t get mad.” you warn him, he tensed up and a worried look grew on his face. “I ran into my dad today and he met his granddaughter…” you looked into his eyes to figure out what he was thinking.

Joel let out a deep breath and shook his head. “I knew I should’ve went with you today. I had a feeling that something would happen.” Joel unwrapped himself from you and started to pace. “Joel, it was harmless.” “He could’ve hurt you, he could’ve hurt our child.” you were taken back by his thought of your father ever trying to hurt you. “He would never hurt me, and if he tried something I would protect her. God you’re unbelievable.” You grew frustrated by his outlandish comments.

“You don’t know that man anymore.” you looked at Joel like he grew a second head. To you it seemed like a harmless interaction, after all he is your father and meeting his granddaughter.

But to Joel, it was a threat to your life with him. To his family. “He never was a violent person. He never laid a hand on me. I can’t believe you would think he would hurt me or her. I’m done talking about this.” You storm out your room and went to check on the baby.

Joel knew he upset you by his hyper imaginative thoughts. He knows your father, he was his best friend for over 6 years. He knows he wasn’t that kind of person. He follows you to the nursery and you were sitting on the rocking chair next to the crib. Joel could see the tears staining your face.

“Darlin’, I just worry about the two of you whenever I’m not with you. I’m sorry.” Joel knelt down to meet your eyes. You turn your head and look at your daughter sleeping away. “Look at me, little girl.” He takes your chin into his finger and turns your head to look at him. “I’m not helpless…” you whisper, Joel chuckles at you trying to be tough. “I know, baby. You know how protective I am of you, you’re still my little girl.” Your heart just melts at him reminding you that nothing has changed between you guys.

#anon request #joel miller #tlou #joel tlou #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel #joel miller drabble #ceilings!joel

[bluegekk0]

hi could you talk about the first time fpk and grimm met after the hibernation?

oh absolutely, i would love to! i've thought about it so many times, so it might get quite long

after arriving in dirtmouth, it didn't take fpk long to notice the troupe tent looming in the distance. he's never seen it with his own eyes, but the crimson red glow and the energy it radiated were unmistakable. first, he was excited: grimm was there, he could see him again after all this time!

but the joy was quickly washed away by doubt and fear. what if grimm hated him for disappearing without a word? and what if he's already moved on, maybe even forgot about him? at that point, he had no idea how many years have passed. it could've been ten years, it could've been fifty. and worst of all, what if he already found someone else? it was clear to him by that moment that he loved grimm, he's loved him for many years, but he was slow, and so afraid of confessing his feelings. what if it was inappropriate? what if grimm didn't feel the same way? he could've sworn that he did, he realized at some point that grimm was often flirting with him. but what if his initial suspicions were right, what if that was just how grimm talked? he knew of grimm's history with all of his casual partners, what if he didn't actually mean any of what he said?

but eventually he got the courage to talk to him. he had to, even if it would break his heart, he had to see him at least one more time. he had nothing to lose at that point, and that tiny glimmer of hope that perhaps his doubts were wrong kept him going. he walked towards the tent, and when stopped by brumm, he asked to see the master. brumm reluctantly agreed when fpk mentioned they were friends, though he decided to keep a close eye on him in case he had suspicious motives

as for grimm, i talked before how much fpk's disappearance broke him. he thought he finally found his soulmate, and that they had all the time in the world to slowly build their relationship. he thought that way, it would actually mean something, unlike his casual flings. he loved fpk from the very first day they met, but he decided that this time he would keep his desires on a leash. he wanted to become friends with him first, and as time went on, he realized how much he valued this platonic bond. of course, he still wanted to take it further, but it was easy to see that fpk struggled with his feelings, and he wanted to give him all the time and space he needed to figure things out. but then the infection returned, and fpk disappeared. no warning, no goodbye. just gone. grimm felt the dream essence in the palace grounds where the remains of the palace stood, but no matter how much he wanted to, he could not enter the realm fpk presumably escaped to. was it intentional? or did he get abducted? he wouldn't know, it was outside of his reach, all because of his damned sister. he returned to hallownest a few more times, hoping that maybe the palace would be back where it's supposed to, but to no avail. and after some time he gave up. fpk was gone, he wasted his chance, and he was all alone again. safe to say, his heart was broken, and he changed. but since i already talked about this before, i won't get into too much detail. in short, he was depressed and lost hope

so you can imagine his shock and joy when he learned that his love was back. when he first saw fpk enter his tent room, he couldn't believe his eyes. he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, or that he saw a ghost. but no, it was real, fpk was standing there and staring right at him with those big, gorgeous eyes. grimm wasn't thinking when he dropped to his knees to embrace him, much to fpk's surprise. then grimm made tea and invited fpk to his chambers so they could relax and chat. he assured brumm that there was no reason to worry and he could leave them alone

they talked for what felt like hours, grimm wanted to know what happened to make him disappear, to which fpk started apologizing and told him that it was outside of his control and that he was sorry for leaving without a word. grimm didn't blame him for a second, he was too overjoyed to have him back. then it was his turn to share what he has been up to, so he told fpk of all of his travels and performances. he mentioned the vessel that was going to help with his ritual, but then vanished without a trace. and then, suddenly, fpk started stuttering and mumbling, before finally admitting to grimm that he loved him. grimm sat there for a moment, as if it took him a while to register that fpk did in fact say what he hoped he did. of course, as you'd expect from the wyrm, he immediately started apologizing, saying that he understands if grimm doesn't feel the same way. he never got to finish, as grimm stopped him with a kiss

there was no reason to delay things any further, they've known each other far better than anyone else did, by all accounts they've already done all the dating homework. so they didn't hold back for a moment. i guess you can imagine where i'm going with this. it was certainly a lot for fpk to process, it's been a while since he was intimate with anyone, and his love life with the white lady wasn't exactly as passionate as what he experienced here with grimm. the troupe master was more than aware of that, so he made sure to take a slower pace and make fpk as comfortable as possible. not to mention, he remembered how weak and skinny fpk was before his hibernation, and even though the latter was noticeably stronger and healthier since they last saw each other, grimm was still cautious. he didn't want to unintentionally hurt him, after all

naturally, fpk being fpk, he had to start doubting his worth afterwards. was grimm as happy as he was? or was he disappointed? soon after, grimm announced that he had to leave to finish the ritual that was interrupted, and fpk's mind was immediately thrown into turmoil. was that a sign that grimm wasn't satisfied? what if he's going to leave and never come back? he had so many questions, and all of the answers assumed the worst case scenario. grimm assured him that he would return shortly, but that didn't stop fpk from losing sleep over it and worrying. when grimm inevitably came back, fpk was genuinely surprised, but just as happy to see him again

grimm was more than satisfied, he was overjoyed. after all those years, and despite thinking he lost fpk forever, he finally found the soulmate he longed for. he quickly decided to settle down in dirtmouth with the troupe. there was no way he wouldn't spend all of the time he could with fpk and his family - this is what he wanted for many, many years, and he wouldn't allow himself to waste another chance. he genuinely, deeply loved fpk, and despite the latter's self-conscious thoughts, he's always seen him as beautiful, no amount of extra weight could change that. if anything, he was much happier to see him in this much healthier state, and the additional chub made fpk even more attractive in grimm's eyes. however, he still made sure to keep himself in check. sure, he could express his love for fpk in much more intimate ways now, but he didn't want it to appear that he only cared about that part of their relationship, especially with how intense he can get about it. they were lovers now, but at the end of the day, they were also best friends, and grimm wouldn't want anything else to overshadow that

i've already answered your question so i'm kind of just rambling now. but like i said, i've thought about their relationship so, so many times. they mean a lot to me and i find so much comfort thinking about their love for each other and how it evolved over time. no matter how cheesy and cliche it may be haha

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save

[moobloom-mention]

I've Worked So Hard For This (And You Expect Me to Let It All Go?)

Summary: Wukong's long turned his back on the chaotic life he once lived on Flower Fruit Mountain. Who knew it'd only take 500 years and four new "friends" to change his perspective on life?

The only issue is that the ghost of his past won't stop haunting him.

Content Warning(s): Angst, Implied character death

Word Count: 901

Just a little warm-up I did focusing on how Wukong would respond to Macaque trying to get him to ditch Tripitaka and the gang.

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Wukong always thought himself to be a master of spontaneity.

He’d once had a shadow to correct him, whose voice would huff out utterances of something called “improv”.

It’s expression feigned boredom, corrupted only by the frustration told in the way its hand crushed a piece of parchment that’d once resembled a script of sorts. “You really can’t stick to lines, can you?”

And proud as ever, Wukong had merely shook his head, popping the “p” in his responsive “Nope!”

But what can he say? He’s a creature that likes to keep others guessing. A ball of energy that sinks its fangs along the line that separates formality and its opposite.

You can’t think too hard about manners when in need of improvisation.

It calls for movement without thought behind it.

And it’s why Wukong finds his mind scattered and frayed when his muscles freeze and throat dry at the scene before him.

Because after the hundreds of years spent trapped beneath a mountain, and the many in counting ever since beginning his journey, how would he ever think…this would happen?

“Wukong?” the voice calls, lifting onto the balls of its feet in a familiar tell of anxiety. “What is it? You look like you’ve just seen-”

A ghost.

Ah. That’s the word he’d been looking for.

Wukong’s lips dare to tug upward.

He never thought he’d see a ghost haunting him.

Because that’s what Macaque is, isn’t he? Even as earth crunches beneath black fur, there’s something missing about the stage teller he’d grown up with. Black shoulders crowd into one another, eyes flitting about the clearing as though concerned something will steal Wukong away.

It’s so unnaturally Macaque.

“You found me,” he manages through a strangled voice. Heavens above, he hasn’t felt this dazed since his first taste of sunlight at his Master’s side. “How did you-?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Macaque deflects, his six ears distracting as they swivel northbound to south. It’s subconscious, surely- Wukong had left when the other still hadn’t a grasp on how to control them.

But Macaque’s eyes flash and suddenly his ears are still, satisfaction and triumph compiled into a single expression. “I finally did it, didn’t I?”

Wukong’s eyebrows furrow. Finally?

Just how long have I had a shadow?

It couldn’t have been for long, Wukong’s certain of it. He’d gotten paranoid over demons following his troop, concerned that any snap of a twig could be someone hoping to kidnap his Master and finally obtain immortality.

Macaque should’ve been the one found. Not Wukong.

Still not powerful enough, he swears, tail twitching in fury. Wukong had already been nervous to send Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing to follow their Master to a close village, but to think it’d of been more dangerous if Wukong went?

Now that’s an insulting thought. For Master to be better protected in the company of Zhu Bajie than the Great Sage Sun Wukong.

What would his Master think of that?

To return and realize that-

Wukong blinks.

His Master would return and see Macaque.

Would see the temptation of returning to a chaotic life splayed in front of his disciple like a prize. Wouldn’t see this as a test of loyalty, but as a betrayal already set in stone.

His head aches.

The grand monk will return.

“We can finally go home,” Macaque murmurs, his voice almost a whisper as though he couldn’t believe it himself. So terribly does Wukong wish to lean into it- to demand Macaque says it again and again until it becomes a mantra.

His head aches once more and dirt sprays from where his staff embeds itself into the earth. The dampness of the reddened wood is a grounding sensation, the scene before him far too familiar.

A demon stands not far from Wukong, demanding of his attention in its own unique way.

Only this time, his opponent takes a step back.

It’s strategy. But not one born of self-preservation.

Macaque treats the battlefield like politics. His only prerequisite is a simple step back.

But Wukong isn’t called the god of spontaneity for nothing. The battlefield is where he thrives.

He forces himself to squint, the grass beneath his feet making it easier to reminisce of a simpler time. When the battlefield was nothing more than a lengthy patch of grass perfect for sparring.

“Maybe follow a strategy this time?” Macaque would offer, a flash of fang nothing but a playful gesture.

“Nah,” Wukong would laugh. “Unpredictability guarantees a struggle-”

“Wukong.”

He blinks and the scene vanishes amidst the gentle haze of the forest’s fog.

But this isn’t like a sparring match, is it? The environment reeks of uncertainty. Of caution. There’s so much fear in the voice he’d grown to know like the back of his hand.

It’s a horrid mockery of how his name should sound on Macaque’s lips.

But it’s also a horrid assumption of Wukong’s desires.

Maybe months ago he would’ve said yes. Would’ve given into the concept of “home” and echoed apologies for ever tempting the Heavens and leaving behind the clear skies of their home.

But today, the sun is dull, overcast by fog and clouds. Today Wukong doesn’t want Flower Fruit Mountain. A chaotic life of playing Devil’s advocate isn’t as appealing as the concept of enlightenment.

The staff’s weight feels familiar in his grasp.

“I’ve worked too hard for this to just go back.”

#lego monkie kid #journey to the west #lmk fic #shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #warm up

[cookinguptales]

It's been bugging me for a while and I love your meta and all your thoughts, so I wanted to get your opinion on this.

Why do you think Nandor is so repressed? Or so in denial about Guillermo? I understand Guillermo and his motivations (well not so much this season but I can still make sense of them) but why is Nandor this way? I want to study him like a bug and go inside his brain

I, too, feel the feminine urge to put Nandor in a jar and shake him. I've had a couple days to think about this now, so here are my thoughts. There... are a lot of them, fair warning.

At first, I thought this was a loss response. He lost all 37 of his wives and their children in one fell swoop, and that seems to be something that has affected him strongly. And, y'know, I still think that's part of it. I think that after losing everything he had, the idea of trying again and making new relationships scares him. Having someone to love is having someone to lose, and Nandor is so afraid of loss.

But then, y'know, I thought about the actual relationships he had with his wives, and I think a lot of what affects him now affected him then, too. It's a little hard to tell because most of the information we have from him is several centuries removed from the actual events, but it does seem like he probably never loved any of them with his whole soul. He said he didn't love all of them, and that's by his own admission. He didn't fight to keep any of them when they all left, and none tried to stay with him despite his vampirism. And he was pretty clearly leaving them alone for long periods while he went on his campaigns.

I think it's kind of telling that of all the creatures for his ghost to remember and miss, it wasn't any of his wives, it wasn't any of his men. It was... a horse. So I think we can probably say that he had a hard time creating serious human relationships even when he was alive.

I think... I've talked about this before and I'll probably talk about it again, but I do think that Nandor's got an almost pathological sense of dissatisfaction. He's never actually satisfied with anything in his life and he's always chasing after the next big thing. But I think that's because he's afraid of the intimacy that comes from working at a relationship. It's easier to chase the idea of a relationship than build one with the people who are already close to you.

If you think about it, all of Nandor's serious love interests have never really demanded vulnerability from him. Even Gail, his longest-term relationship to date, was a fairly surface-level love story. She didn't expect much from him; he was just a guy for her to have some fun with every few years. The things they knew about each other were also very surface level. Like in the grand scheme of things, who cares if she likes yogurt and Bob Seger if you can't figure out her actual basic character motivations? It's important to remember little details about your SO, but Nandor was missing the forest for the trees.

So when he was alive and now that he's dead, we still have the same Nandor. A man who was constantly conquering new lands instead of cultivating the country he already had. (And immediately letting it fall to shit without even noticing once he was turned.) A man who had 37 wives, but not one who would stay with him once things got hairy. A man who was very happy to pursue new love interests, but very hesitant about actually giving them any real part of himself.

Nandor is a man who is all about acquisition, but he doesn't know what to do with things once he's got them. He loves the thrill of the chase, but the aching and terrifying vulnerability that comes after that is anathema to him. He's simply not willing to put in the work. He likes the fun part, the conquering, the fighting, the hunt. But actually opening up and cultivating a real relationship? Letting them see the awkward, weak parts of him? Trusting them to love him anyway?

He hates that.

I'm thinking back to season 1, y'know? When Guillermo got hurt? He told him that he was his friend, but then immediately felt too vulnerable and walked it back. That's Nandor. Letting people see the soft, unexplored emotions inside of him is too much for him. It makes him feel fundamentally unsafe the way a battlefield never has. Even he doesn't like examining those emotions too closely.

(And let's be real... a horse isn't going to ask you about your feelings.)

So then we have Guillermo. Guillermo, whom he cannot hypnotize into forgetting his awkward, embarrassing moments. Guillermo, who has slowly learned him over the years, both inside and out. Guillermo, who has seen him at his worst and still loves him. Guillermo, who knows him.

Nandor has a kind of intimacy with Guillermo that I'm not sure he's ever had with any other living soul, and I think that scares him. I think it thrills him, yes! I think that's sort of what was actually happening in that familiar fights episode. He senses this strange bond with Guillermo and wants to strengthen it and test it and wallow around in it. He can tell on a fundamental level that there is something important and good and fun there.

But he also refuses to examine it. He refuses to name it. He refuses to let Guillermo that last little step into his heart. To put it into the show's metaphorical terms, Guillermo has managed to break into Nandor's secret basement treasure room despite his best efforts, but Nandor still batted Guillermo's hands away when he tried to examine the treasure.

He still can't even force himself to admit that he likes those rainy Sunday movie nights with Guillermo or that Guillermo is his best friend. (Though Guillermo now seems to understand the things that Nandor cannot say, in these situations.) I think admitting to himself that he's in love with him is just far too much for him. I think admitting that he loves, truly loves, Guillermo would be admitting that he's never felt anything like this before. I think it would be admitting that he's never let anyone in this deep.

And most of all, I think that would be giving Guillermo the power to hurt him like no one has ever managed to do. Not his 37 wives, not his dead children, not Gail. No one. Because if he lets Guillermo see all the most intimate parts of him and Guillermo doesn't like what he sees... that would break him, I think. If Nandor finally allowed himself to really try with a relationship and still got rejected... well, let's just say that it would hurt a lot worse than Gail's rejection of the shallow version of himself that he allowed her to see.

I think that the real root of Nandor's issues is a fear of vulnerability, loss of control, and rejection. He won't let himself fully feel his feelings because he can't control where they'll go. We're talking about a literal former warlord over here. He likes to control things and he likes to feel powerful. The fact that he can't control his own emotions is troubling to him, and the fact that he can't control his relationships with others is even more so.

So he at least controls what he gives them of himself. What he allows himself to internally acknowledge. He still keeps some parts of him segmented off and secreted away. Because it's a way to protect himself and protect that sense of control. If he never allows himself to become fully vulnerable with a person, he can retain control. If he never allows anyone to fully know him, then they cannot reject the most fundamental parts of him that he never allowed them to see.

It is, I'm afraid, one of those mortifying ordeal of being known things.

We're starting to see him loosening up, though. He was willing to give up control of the Council. Control of the household. Control of his life to Guillermo. He's willing to be something other than the leader at all times. And he's starting to let go of those emotions he's kept on such a tight tether for all these years.

I keep coming back to s3, y'know? When he said, "I have no one to share my dreams or my fears with." That's what Nandor really wants here. He wants someone he can finally free himself around. He doesn't want someone that's willing to let him confide in them -- he wants someone that he can bear to confide in. He wants someone who he can trust with those parts of him like he's never trusted anyone before. He wants someone who he can tell his most secret desires to without fear of judgment or reprisal. He wants someone who he can talk to about being afraid without feeling like he's lost a fundamental part of himself when doing so.

And then in 4.06 that's exactly what we saw. We see Nandor truly opening up, truly allowing himself to be vulnerable with someone on his wedding night. But not his wife. It was Guillermo, when Nandor finally allowed himself to give Guillermo something real and true and scared. To admit how he was really feeling right in that moment. The vulnerability we saw in his eyes for just a moment was heartbreaking.

He's still completely repressed and completely in denial. The fact that he went through with the marriage in the first place is evidence of that. He still ended up choosing yet another shallow, empty relationship that would place no real demands on him. But I don't think he's going to be able to ignore what he really wants for much longer. I think realizing what a massive cock-up this wedding was is the beginning of the end for him.

I think Nandor's going to hit a breaking point soon, and it may very well come when he realizes (or at least believes) that Guillermo no longer wants him. He's finally found that person that he's willing and able to give everything to... and that person might just reject it.

For now, anyway.

Ah... love... I feel you, Nandor, it sucks...

#replies #wwdits #wwdits meta #nandermo #wwdits s4 spoilers

[soaps-hoe-141]

Back Together

Part 27

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 3.4k

Synopsis: How tf did they even get in there? Don't know, don't care, don't worry about it

Warnings: I don't think this chapter warrants any actually. Been a while since I've been able to say that.

The first couple nights had been tedious, he often woke up screaming and fighting people that weren't actually there. His head was pounding with memories that wanted to break through but were held at bay by something he couldn't even control. Dark eyes flashed endlessly in his mind making his hands shake the second his mind was left to its own devices without a distraction for his overactive mind. The days were a bit easier, the team was allowed back in and even though he didn't know why they brought comfort exactly he was beginning to learn, to remember with the short clips of memory that managed to get through. He noticed several times that the others all seemed to be showered and cleaned in pairs like they had taken turns returning home, all except for Ghost who was still in clothes that smelled musky and bloody. Part of him wondered when the last time was that the man had bothered to clean himself and change, did he even leave the hospital?

Tonight was one of his bad ones, blue hues staring at the seconds hand on the clock and eyes burning with dryness while they sat bloodshot in their sockets. He'd woken a few minutes after falling asleep with his heart racing and while he had been able to control the panic, and fight it back, it didn't mean he could go back to sleep. The silence was killing him slowly, being alone eating away at his psyche slowly but surely. The isolation was the last thing he wanted but they weren't allowed to stay, why couldn't they just stay? He didn’t want people around, but they weren't just people, they were familiar, and whenever they were all around something in his mind always whispered ‘Family’.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, the hand kept going, driving him mad with the incessant passage of time marked by the continuous sound. His eyes followed it around, and then around again, losing himself in its ever present ticking. Until the door opened, it was still after hours, the ward wasn't supposed to be open and his nurse wasn't scheduled for a check-in for another thirty minutes at least. Blue hues flicked to the door quickly, widening when he saw a young woman and a man holding a small camera, both of whom struck no chord of familiarity in his mind. His muscles went stiff at the sight, seeing the flashing red light in his memory and immediately recoiling even before the woman's voice began to press at him. "Sergeant MacTavish, I'm with the local news station and I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me."

Her tone didn't leave much room to say no so instead he settled for, "What?" Face skewed up in confusion even as he subconsciously readied to defend himself.

She glanced at her partner and stepped further inside the room which had him pushing himself to sit up and his eyes widened, "Are you being kept here against your will Sergeant?"

"Why are you here lady? Visiting hours are closed," his avoidance of answering the questions wasn't working and she stepped inside his bubble, the careful distance everyone kept when they came in the room unless they asked him first. She provided no such courtesy. "Stay away from me," his chest felt heavy, the pain in his hands becoming secondary to the panic the woman who was still pressing closer brought.

She didn't seem to hear his warning, more like she ignored it because she didn’t care, him nearly pleading to be left alone, "Are you aware that the videos of your capture are currently being hidden from the public’s eye? Even whether you're alive is being questioned now, John."

Soap felt his heart pound against his ribs, the sweat beading up on his skin almost immediately once the name left her mouth. Not again, he couldn't do this again. Why did she have to do this, why couldn't she just leave him alone like he wanted, no needed, her to do? "La-Lady get out. You n-need to-to-to go…now." He pointed at the door before he closed his eyes, the sound of her voice and questions drowned out behind the wild alarm on the heart monitor and his own blood rushing through his head. Fingers brushed against his skin and the switch flipped, he grabbed her wrist pulling her forward as his forehead smacked into her nose.

She cried out, stumbling backwards as she held her nose and when he looked up at the blinking red light on the camera his body froze. He saw the smile, the eyes, the pale face that had done this to him. That had taken everything he knew, quite literally, from him and broken him mentally so he couldn’t even be near other people when he felt that was all that his mind and body really wanted. Soap didn't have to move to go after him though, the door flew open and he saw the white skull of the mask before the man was grabbing a shoulder and the Scotsman was scrambling off the bed. Another scream from a woman disturbed the quiet stillness of the ward, words that he couldn’t make any sense of poured out of so many mouths he couldn’t count anymore.

His leg screamed as he moved across the floor, pressing against the wall with his palms covering his ears. The big man was yelling, not at him though that he was aware of at least. Ghost had barely raised his voice above a whisper whenever he was in the room with him, at least until now. Blue eyes closed not wanting to see the violence he knew was going to be wrought on the souls who had invaded the security that this room had been providing him.

Every breath had his ribs aching, fear holding him tight in its grip like an old friend by this point, he just wanted it to fucking stop. Why wouldn’t it just stop? Why couldn’t he just turn that side of his brain off? It made him feel so weak and childish after it was all said and done when he did things he just couldn’t control, like choking out a nurse and now he could add headbutting a reporter to the list, the second he came out of this panicked haze anyway.

He hadn’t even realized how hard he’d hit the wall in his haste to put distance between him and the other three people in the room, instinctively curling into that side of his body as he sank to the ground. His face was hidden between his forearms and his knees pushed up to his chest as far as they would go. He didn’t dare to open his eyes, to remove his hands off of their protective place at his ears. Don’t listen, don’t see, don’t feel and he would be ok, block it all out and the shaking would stop. Block it all and he would be ok.

At least the ticking of time had stopped as he sat there, unsuccessfully trying to calm his heaving gulps of air. A shadow cast over him, blocking the light from the overhead source and he kept his face hidden for a second longer before a hand pulled off his ear hesitatingly. “Soap it’s just me. It’s ok they’re gone.”

He knew it to be true and that the voice wouldn't lie to him, knew that they weren’t there but his heart wouldn’t stop, hands moving to lace behind his neck while his head shook. “I-I ca-” he couldn’t even get the words out as he sat there like some fucking child. People dealt with worse everyday why couldn’t he just turn it the fuck off?

Ghost squatted beside him, and he felt himself lean away involuntarily, some other part of his brain telling him he needed to lean towards him instead, but he couldn’t comply. Why couldn’t he just do it, let himself slip into the warmth and safety that some part of him knew was waiting there readily. “It’s ok, Soap. I’m not leaving, and no one else is getting in here.” The reassurance elicited a slow nod from him, that part of him, the rational side, trying to get ahold of his more uncontrollable emotional responses. Ghost continued in a quiet, deep voice, “I get it, but you’re ok sweetheart-” the rest of his words fell on deaf ears. The Scotsman felt his grip loosen from around his neck, blue eyes slowly opening to turn a shocked look on the big man currently squatting a few feet away. Ghost’s mouth stopped moving beneath the balaclava and when he spoke next, Soap could finally hear the word again, “What?”

A phone was in his hand, light snores that were more like heavy breaths were sounding beside him. When they stopped his eyes looked up, blonde hair and hazel eyes taking up most of his gaze. Scars littered the face, one cutting through his lips and plenty of others scattered about. “Good mornin’ m’eudail.” And then his cheeks had burned bright red before he’d ducked his head and continued scrolling through the phone. The memory had his dark brows furrowing, the shock of hearing the word come out of Ghost’s mouth having thrown him enough it’d stopped the panic in its tracks. His hands fell from around his neck, arms lowering from protecting his face as he asked quietly, “What did you call me?” Confusion found the big man’s face before Soap pressed, “Just then, Ghost, what did you call me?”

There was hesitation in those eyes before he finally said, “I called you Soap.” Did the man really not realize he had said it? Or was he lying in hopes the Scotsman would just drop the matter? Why would he lie though? Maybe he had misheard it, a sliver of memory having come through and made him think it was the man squatting in front of him. Ghost was probably right then, he probably had misheard it, but he didn’t get the chance to say anything more on the subject as the Lieutenant spoke, “Listen you need to get up off the floor, Soap. Do you want help?”

There was an immediate shake of his head as Soap pushed himself up with a pained expression before forcing out between gritted teeth, “No I can do it, just give me a second Lieutenant.” He limped back towards the bed pushing himself up with his good leg to sit back down with a wince. Ghost hovered a few feet away still, eyes burning into his skin and he had a feeling that the big man had done that many times before. And unlike when he felt the stares of the others when they were in here, there was a sense of comfort that accompanied it. Something in him that knew it was ok, nothing was going to happen while that man was there because he simply would have moved heaven and hell to make it so.

An angry Price and Gaz came through the door a few seconds after that, looking between the two until the Captain growled, “They had the audacity to say we needed to leave. Muppets can’t even secure a bloody base hospital from a fuckin reporter and think that we’re going to just leave?” Gaz huffed his agreement before he sat down heavily on the bench near the door, looking extremely tired after dealing with the woman and whoever else the Captain had already cursed out and threatened tonight. Price looked him over from a distance and the eyebrows raised before he saw a head tilt that was so familiar it was almost criminal he couldn’t recall why as the man asked, “You good Sergeant?”

Soap gave a quiet nod, "Yes sir, just fuckin peachy." He tried to push back to lay back down but his hand recoiled into his chest instinctively. Blue eyes shut tight, annoyance and frustration spreading that was just barely controlled in his tense jaw. All he wanted was to put all of this behind him but every little fucking thing reminded him, triggered him, sent him spiraling for no good fuckin reason. Deep breath in, and his ribs hitched as he realized just how bad they were throbbing after he had hit the wall in his panic induced state. Can't even take a deep fuckin breath, bloody pathetic is what he was. He noticed the eyes on him as he sat there, unmoving and tense like he was about to strike again with no telling who the next target would be. The Scotsman let his pent up breath out and muttered, "Tired of being alone, sir. Too much time to think, y'know?"

The brunette Brit gave an understanding nod and shoved Gaz’s feet off the bench and sat beside him, legs stretching out in front of him and crossing at the ankle. “Well we aren’t going anywhere anymore, son. I’ve had it with having to run down that bloody hall.” The man settled back comfortably on the bench, his arms crossing over his chest and chin tilting down before he muttered, “I’m finishing my nap.”

He couldn’t help the tilt in his head as he watched the Captain, watching his breathing even out in a couple seconds before the man was out like a light. The Scotsman watched him for a few moments longer before turning blue hues on Ghost and asking, “Did I used to fall asleep like that?”

The Lieutenant glanced at Price before answering, “More or less. You always like to sleep a lot, when you’re bored anyway.” He nodded, sliding back slowly as he maneuvered his hips still protecting his sensitive hands, the now stitched up dog bites, his broken ribs, and the gunshot wound that had entered at an angle that was more like a graze than a through and through. Soap finally leaned back against the pillow and looked over at Gaz who had leaned against the Captain while he had been maneuvering back. The Sergeant had his back lying comfortably against Price’s shoulder, feet hanging over the arm of the bench, and head tilted back so that Price’s own cheek had tilted down to rest on the top of his head. Ghost was standing a few feet from the end of the bed, watching him with the same quiet stare he always had when he was in here.

Tick, tick, tick, the sound of the clock was audible once more in the room, chipping away slowly at his patience and whatever was left of his sanity. Gaz hadn’t yet begun to snore, only the sounds of deep breaths filling the room which did nothing to block out the endless passage of time. He needed noise, something to fill this unpleasantness so that he could set aside his own thoughts. Blue eyes looked up from his hands and at Ghost, who was still staring, motionless like a statue that made his face heat up in the absence of being able to shift under the circumstances. “Ghost?” The big man tilted his head, indicating he was already paying attention. “Can you- I don’t know- Never mind,” nervous energy creeped up on him and his gaze found his hands again, fingers rubbing against the back of his knuckles.

“What is it, Soap? I’m listening.” The Lieutenant refused to let him return to his thoughts, to retreat back into the dark recesses of his mind and overthink. Thank the heavens above he did though because he needed someone to keep him from falling into that void of senseless and emotional thought that seemed to want to swallow him whole as of late.

It took a few moments before his gaze shot back up and his teeth worked nervously at his bottom lip. “Can you…” Another hesitant paused before he felt the urge to punch himself for not being able to get the words out. No, he wasn’t gonna freak out, this was ok, it was his idea, nobody was making him do it, he wanted to do this it was ok. The words fell out of his mouth in a single word before he lost his nerve again, “Canyoucomesitwithme?”

There was a long pause, the stare almost too much for him to look at before Ghost asked, “Are you sure?” There was a stuttering nod from the Scotsman before the big man took a slow step forward, seeming to test the waters. He had been standing just at the edge of the bubble, the exact invisible line that typically had marked when Soap would begin to lose his cool at someone entering what he considered ‘his space’. Blue eyes followed every step, every movement, watching him grab a chair from off the wall and move it to the side of the bed. Ghost sat for the first time he’d ever seen, or at least that he remembered, and when he did the man let out an audible sigh of relief after getting off his feet.

Part of him wondered if the man had sat down at all in the past few days, realizing the voice probably spoke the truth when it said ‘Probably not.’ Hazel eyes closed as he stretched his legs out, unwinding it seemed for the first time in a week. He asked quietly, mindful of the two men already sleeping in the room, “When was the last time you slept, Ghost?”

The man seemed to think, head tilting back and forth as he loosened the muscles in his neck. Finally his mouth moved under the black fabric again as he answered, “One hundred and seventy-two hours and sixteen minutes, Sergeant.” Eyes widened and dark brows raised in shock, the Lieutenant not noticing until he peeked an eye open and he swore he could see the man’s lips twitch under the mask and his eyes crinkling in the shadow of the dark fabric. The big man shrugged and answered in a casual tone, “We had to find you.” His voice lowered before he continued, “And then I had to make sure you were ok.”

The corners of his mouth tilted up, not really a smile especially when paired with the shake of his head. When he glanced back, Ghost’s eyes were closed but he wasn’t asleep, not yet anyway. “Ye have to sleep, Ghost. You can’t just stay awake for the rest of your life because you think somebody is going to bust through the door like the bloody kool-aid man.” Again he saw the twitch of lips underneath the dark fabric before Soap added in a quieter mumble, “That seems to be your job Lieutenant.”

A pair of broad shoulders shrugged before rumbling out, “I can try…” Soap shifted in the bed, eyes glancing back at the clock worriedly, the ticking starting to reach his ears again. “Soap,” it pulled his attention over again as he rolled towards the man, the big man forcing him to keep his eyes on him without even seeming to mean to. Soap settled his weight on a shoulder to watch him. The man didn’t speak though as his breaths evened out and light snores pulled from him. His head tilted to lay on his shoulder, finally seeming to be at peace now that he didn’t have to stand in front of a door stock still.

He felt his eyes growing heavy, staring at the chest underneath the dark jacket rise and fall. There was a flash, another memory peeking out of the fine mesh as sleep began to lull him under. The blonde haired man was above him, eyes watching him with worry after having woken him up. His chest was bare as Soap lunged for him, wrapping arms around his torso and straddling his lap as he fought back the fear. His face pressed into a warm neck, hands were running up his back in an attempt to soothe, not hurt. The smell of pine rushed over him, setting his nerves at ease both in the memory and in the present as he was laying in the hospital bed. Soap felt a yawn fill his lungs and he blinked the memory back, watching Ghost for a few minutes. He didn’t even realize when his eyes finally shut and he slipped into the void of sleep, for the first time in days not recoiling at the thought of someone touching him.

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Idea 7: Gregory did not have abusive parents.

A lot of fanfics I've read about the 3-star ending all seem to have one thing in common, Gregory having at least one bad parent. Most have Gregory's father being terrible or just having left the family. Some of them have both mother and father be horribly abusive.

I had a different idea: what if instead of abusive parents, Gregory had the opposite: 2 parents who loved him more than anything else. 

That does leave us with a troublesome question: If that's the case, then why does Gregory evidently live in a box?

Let us create a timeline of possible events:

Gregory is born.

At around age 2 or something, Gregory's father is now out of the picture. This isn't because he abandons his family, no.

It is because he dies.

It is quick and unexpected, there is no warning. The reason can be whatever you want. (The more tragic the better.)

So now Gregory's mother (M from here on out) now has to single-handedly take care of toddler Gregory.

She does an amazing job! Her normal profession as a therapist (wink) helps her a lot with making sure Gregory behaves.

It also helps M explain to him where his father is, and helps him grasp the dark concept of death at an early age.

M also makes certain that Gregory knows just how much his father loved him, even if he can't remember him. She makes sure to let him know he is loved by her every day.

M also teaches him some basic housekeeping tasks, so that Gregory can take care of himself when she has late nights at work.

Then one day at work, when Gregory is around 8 or 9, M gets a new patient at work. Some blonde beta tester, the only thing of note is her inconsistent childhood memories and the fact her 4 previous therapists have gone missing. 

It's a bit weird and slightly concerning, but what is the worst that can happen?

… I think we all know what happened next. 

Gregory wouldn't suspect anything was wrong, thinking his mom is just having another late night at work.

Then some people show up, they say that his mother has, *ahem* "gone missing" and that they have to take him to an orphanage for the time being.

Gregory immediately knows that his mother is dead. He can hear it when they stutter just before saying "gone missing." Ironically, his mother did the same thing when she first explained where his father went.

Before he gets a chance to properly grieve, Gregory gets put in an orphanage with about a dozen other children. This is because he doesn't have any relatives.

Most of the caretakers there seem apathetic. Some care a bit more, but it is leagues away from how much his mother cares-... cared for him.

One of the caretakers seems to actively hurt him whenever they can. They hate kids (like Vanessa in the game, but without the valid excuse of being possessed by a British furry) and seemingly only took the job either as a way to get some easy money or as a chance to hurt kids.

When Gregory finally gets a chance to cry over his mother's death, that "caretaker" is there yelling at him to "stop whining and get over it"

This is too much for him, so he decides to run away. He finds living in a box in an alley to be difficult, but at least no one can hurt him now.

Then the games events happen.

I think that this idea could work. The sudden shift between having a loving home and then being thrown into a harsher environment would make Gregory distrustful of adult strangers.

After everything though, things would get better. Gregory gets the father figure he never really had in the form of a robot bear (wow this series has gotten weird) and a loving… mother? Sister? Aunt figure? in Vanessa.

            Also if you're wondering how Gregory would react to learning who killed his mother, I think he would understand that it was Vanny’s doing, not Vanessa's, and be quick to reassure her that he doesn't blame her. Vanessa would likely hate herself just that little bit more, knowing that it was her (noitwasvannys) who orphaned a child.

As a show of forgiveness though, maybe Gregorys mother could come back as a ghost and continue to be Vanessas therapist, since she doesn't trust herself around living therapists because of previous experience.

Honestly that is such an interesting idea, and making his mom be one of Vanessa's therapists is great, imagine him finding the tapes with Freddy and listening to them as he pieces together that something is up with Vanessa and then he hears his mom's voice, then it hits him and for the first time while being stuck in the Pizzaplex Gregory cries, not because he's scared for his life but because he heard his mom's voice after so long and because he knows what happened to her... Luckily for him Freddy's with him and he's comforting him but also lets him cry and mourn because it's ok to let his feelings out. After that he's even more determined to get to the bottom of this, he's gonna end this nightmare for real.

Post freeing Vanessa I think Gregory would wait to tell her what she did, just bc he sees how badly she thinks of herself for getting tricked and ending up killing so many people, Freddy being the one to convince him to tell her because she might find out sooner or later and would either assume he didn't know and dealing with having to tell a kid she killed his mom or that he knows and isn't telling her bc he doesn't trust her or whatever...

When she hears what she has done she's a mess, pretty much how she was right after she was freed, sobbing and apologising to Gregory over and over as him and Freddy reassure her it's not her fault bc she was being controlled by Afton... I do like the idea of the therapists or at least Gregory's mom staying behind to help Vanessa because she's gonna need some therapy and honestly Gregory needs it too despite his attitude in Security Breach I'm sure he's got issues too...

Also about Gregory's dad, wouldn't it be messed up if his dad was Jeremy, the guy who cut his face off in Help Wanted? Not only Afton killed his mom through Vanny but he also killed his dad too...

I also imagine Afton knows exactly who Gregory is and as he's watching him wreck Roxy, Chica and Monty he can practically feel the karma about to hit him like a truck, a truck shaped like a very angry child who's ready to throw hands with robots more than twice his size. (I know in the 3 star ending we just free Vanessa but honestly I feel like she would tell Gregory about Afton and he immediately charges towards the elevator to beat up the real bad guy)

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Hello beautiful people! This is a second part for my story about Ghost. Let me know what you think in the comments down below and also let me know if you prefer longer chapters or not. I promise that you’ll hear about Ghost very soon 🤭

Warnings: none

Ghost: my story (part two)

Now

It's been a tough week. I slept very little and was practically on duty at the hospital all the time. I would come home to sleep then return to the ward to take care of patients who needed my help. This week I performed 10 treatments, 2 of which failed. The youngest patient was 8 years old and lost her battle with a brain tumor. The tumor was so large that the procedure was very risky, but despite everything the parents still had hope unfortunately the little girl died on the operating table. The whole ward was gloomy because of this. Everyone was devastated. Each defeat affected everyone in the same way. It was Friday night which means going out with my girls. We have known each other since forever with Patricia since elementary school while with susie a little longer. I love these girls with all my heart. They helped me many times in hard situations and always motivated me to go on. Big thanks to them cause without my girlies I would be long gone. Today the choice fell on our favorite bar "The gun", they serve here the best beer I have ever drunk in my life.

-I needed this -I said to the girls.

-We all did.

-Definitely - we all burst out laughing.

-How do you feel after the recent events? - asked Susie

-I'd be lying if I said I didn't care at all, but I was very much affected by it just like the others. The hardest thing for me was to look at the parents, they went through a lot and will never return to normalcy again....

-Unfortunately. It must be hard.

-I can't even imagine how hard.

-Okay girls! No more about work. You better tell me how things are going with boys- giggled Patricia

-No change - sighed Susie

-I'm working all the time so I don't have time for any romance, this week I've only been home twice. - replied sadly.

-Then why don't you change your job?

-You know very well that I love my job and I love to help people. I couldn't give it up.

-But no one will want to have a wife who is hardly at home and who puts work above everything else! - said Patricia with indignation written on her face.

-If a guy truly loves me then he will be able to accept it and will support me in it - I replied with visible anger.

-Okay girls! No more talking more drinking.

After midnight the girls were very drunk that's why I escorted each of them home separately.

-We have to do it again. - said Susie, laughing.

-Oh we have to. - I replied with a smile.

-I love you woman but please take some vacation because you really deserve it. You are the hardest working person I know and I damn respect you for that but you really need a vacation and good sex.

-You're very drunk and you don't know what you're saying. - I laughed while supporting a semi-conscious Susie.

-I'm very conscious of every word coming out of my mouth... Oh I think I'm going to throw up....

And just like that, our night out came to an end. After putting Susie to bed, I ordered myself a cab home because it was too late to walk back. Susie lived in a rather dangerous neighborhood so I preferred to order a cab than to walk such a long way home and run into a bunch of hooligans. I got home around 2 a.m. Bentley was waiting for me at the door, as always, ready to go out for an evening walk. I only went out with him in front of the house because I was afraid to walk our standard route through the park at that hour, it was just too late. When we got home I took two more ibuproms and drank a mug of hot tea. As I was closing the door to my apartment for the night the sound of my ringing phone suddenly rang out. Who can call at this hour?

-Yes?

-Y/l/n?

-At the phone. How can I help you?

-This is Captain Price, can we meet?

-What is it about?

-Would you like to accompany us on a mission dear?

-What mission?

-I really can’t talk about it over the phone. Meet me tomorrow at 10 in my office.

-Okay, I will.

After the call from Captain Price, I couldn't sleep for a very long time. What mission did he have in mind? Why do they need my help? Me and John knew each other for a long time, he served in the army together with my father. Unfortunately, one day my father left home and never came back again. His unit was sent on a special mission to Afghanistan. My father led the mission. They were going on patrol as they did every night when suddenly their unit was bombed. No one survived and I never saw my father again. The bodies of the soldiers were shredded by the bombs. That's why my father and the rest of the soldiers weren't even buried . After many years a memorial to the fallen soldiers was erected at the site of this horrible slaughter. It was the least we could do to honor their memory in some way. Captain Price helped me a lot after my dad died. In a way he replaced him for me. He told me to never give up and to always strive for the goal I had set because that's what my dad would have wanted. He would want me to fulfill my dreams and pursue them. After finishing school I immediately left for medical school and the day before I left I saw John for the last time. What could he want from me after such a long time? That was the last thought before I fell asleep. In the morning I was awakened by the scratching of claws against the door. Bentley... I need to go outside with him. After a trip to the park I made myself breakfast and went to wash up. Lucky for meI didn't have a hangover after our trip to the bar so I managed without painkillers. I got dressed, drank my favorite coffee and headed to my appointment. Price had not aged a bit, he looked the same. The attentive fatherly gaze, the warm smile, this was just the Price I remembered.

-Hello dear.

-Hello John.

-How many years has it been?

-Way to many. - I said with a smile.

-Definitely. How's the job?

-All good.I love being a surgeon. I feel like I have at least some influence on this world. I hope to make this world a little better through my actions and my work.

-Your dad would be proud of you... - said John sadly.

-I know John, I miss him very much. But let's get to the point why did you call me?

-As you well know I am the commander of Task force 141 which means that we are called to exceptional situations. We are needed in Mexico. One of our good friends from another company was captured during a mission and we need to recapture him. We have to break through the troops of the army who are well trained and recapture Velauzqez. He is probably imprisoned in an old warehouse in the northeast of Mexico however I wouldn't call the warehouse old because it has the latest anti-intrusion system, you set off the alarm once you set off the ignition you set off the second one - you go up in the air. It's all very thoughtful on their part that's why they send us - the best of the best. We are the only ones who can handle the task and liberate him from captivity.

-Ok but why do you need my help?

-I said we need the best of the best. We already have the best soldiers we just lack the best medic. Are you in?

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