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gildedkrone · 8 months

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I like how you did the request I gave you!!! Thankee!!! 😊😊😊 and I wasn't expecting you to give us smut but no complaints here. It was definitely worth the read.

Also I have another prompt/request...

Obviously GhostxMaleReader

I just love reading Ghost stories

Friends to enemy to friends or lovers maybe, like they were friends before but some misunderstanding led to them being enemies before they learn of the truth and try to reconcile...you can take your time on this one or just use what you can from this...I tried to leave you some wiggle room so you can do what you want...

- ☁️

To wish violets, it's you and I

So...I might have gotten carried away. This is an AU work, set in scifi and mythology(?). There's no 141 and Roba is mentioned in the fic. NOT ALIGNED WITH GAME CANON.

Relationships: Ghost x Male Reader Synopsis: You knew Ghost was Simon all along. Dying on a planet with him, you tell him your final wishes. A/N: Written to David Kushner's Daylight. Spotify link Master List

Themis is a place far away from the battlefield.

Rifles forgotten in a world where violence makes no sense. A bird's paradise, a song the martyr sings and the place of dreams. Where you are, the ground is dirty and bloody. Ghost lies a metre away, and his rifle lays on his lap. The medal on your chest is dirtied gold with specks of blood and soot.

"You know, I grieved for you."

He turns his head and his eyes are wide. He isn't prepared for what you have to say.

"When Simon died five years ago in that crash, I was distraught.”

“They had to pull me from the wreckage. It’s how I lost my eye.”

His eyes roam over the injury and they soften with the mercy of Simon. Simon would never want you to be hurt or injured. Ghost wouldn’t care.

“Why … why didn’t you tell me you were still alive?”

The pink skies are ablaze with warfare and a helicopter is smoking with flames falling from the skies into sands of vermillion. Your eyes are back on him again. His mask is cracked from your hands and parts of it lay in pieces on the ground.

The answer is something you’ve heard a million times before.

“Didn’t want to hurt you.”

The gap feels like a chasm of never ending depth and despite finding him finally, you fear not being able to stay with him. The final steps are so far and so steep. You can’t find the strength to move, and he doesn’t seem to be able to either.

“Commander! What do we do!”

Your communicator buzzes and Ghost looks at it. The wounds in your body are deep and it takes many tries to activate the device. It turns off with a beep.

“I searched for so long, Simon. Far and wide, all over the galaxy.” The hands are no longer a boy’s and time hadn’t been kind to you. You move your hand closer to his and he blinks slowly.

“I became a fleet commander, just so I could mobilize men to find you.” The countless men sent to their deaths in search for your lover at the hands of this Ghost person.

“Why did you hide from me?”

“You wouldn’t have wanted to see—”

“Why would I never want to?”

He swallows as his mask shifts slightly. A gleam in the trail of tears from his eyes smudging the eye black.

“I’m fucked.” He mutters and shame is evident in his words.

“You’re not.”

“You don’t understand—”

“I can’t understand if you keep pushing me away, Simon.”

His name falls from your lips repeatedly, as if stopping them meant losing him forever.

“You deserve someone better.”

“I can’t give you what you want.”

Roba had taken your lover away from you, scarred him and reduced him to a ghost of his former self. The skull mask reflects Roba’s work and you ache to hold him again. Not long after Simon’s death, a foe by the name of Ghost appears and the guns clashing between you both.

When you had both graduated from cadet school and the night spent with him slow dancing on the observation deck against the glittering and shining cityscape. His arm across your waist and his eyes soft as marble and enraptured.

“My heart tells me things,” he croaks and you urge him to continue, “I could never hurt you ever. Not in all of our battles.”

The miraculous escapes. The bullets that never hit their target. The explosions that always seemed to be mistimed. The luck you enjoyed over the years are his and you arm closes the final gap to touch his.

“Simon, come home with me.”

He shakes his head.

“There is nothing left, dear. No home to return to.” Dear.

“Then we will make one, together. A home for you and me.”

Finger intertwined in a caress of eternal love and a promise. To be eternal in eternity.

“I’m sorry, love. Not how I wanted our fight to go.” Love.

He coughs and it is gnarly. His body seizes and you squeeze his hand in encouragement. From the daylight of Sevus you see the wounds on his body. What irony, exchanging wounds with each other while Roba is nowhere to be found.

“Simon, will you let me see you?”

Panic and fear curls in his eyes and he squashes the instinct to say no. He nods hesitantly and hands are gently removing the mask.

Simon is beautiful. There are scars where there weren’t before but he is still the same man you dedicated your heart to those years ago. He relaxes and the action draws a smile from you.

“Still the same man I loved all these years.”

“Love—” His face twists in denial and you see the wounds running deep into him. He may be in one piece now, but the cracks will remain and stay with him forever.

“Still the same man, Simon.”

The moons in the sky are aligning perfectly. His hand is warm and tranquillity blankets you both.

“Do you remember our chants?”

“I could never forget them. Not even when Roba tried.”

“How did it go? I can’t remember them anymore.”

Without the mask, he is so expressive and a contemplative look settles on his face. A twitch of an eyebrow and a small frown creasing his features. He speaks first.

“One to the ode of Mara.”

Themis is paradise.

You continue the next line.

Themis is a garden.

“Two to the ode of Soventus.”

Themis is salvation.

He continues the next line.

Themis is sanctuary.

“Three to the ode of Akarosh.”

Themis is the world’s basin.

“Four to the ode of Balmet.”

Themis is time interwoven with eternity.

“Fifth to the—”

“Ode of Themis.”

He nods and you speak the final line together with him. Two hearts beating as one; two beings ridden with guilt and more so, affection and love.

Themis is where we live out the rest of our days.

“When the time is right, my lover and I, we bequest the tides of evermore,”

take us to Themis.

#fanfic #call of duty #cod mw2 #male reader #x male reader #x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #ghost fanfiction

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toomanywordsnllines · 1 year

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Ghost's love is... Morbid. Melancholic in the way that he explains it and expresses it. It's extreme and revolting.

Disgusting.

No sane person would look at the object of their desire, love and affection and think half the things he does. Try and do half the things he does.

It's the way he wants to tear and be torn apart, inch by inch of his skin, have his muscles ripped apart, his bones broken and shattered. It's how he wants his organs to stop working the moment his love dies.

He wants to decompose and be eaten by the earth, he was almost once, and it brought him a sick sense of peace. To know that after all the pain he went through. There would be peace and he would just go back to the earth.

It's probably because of his fucked up psych and all the torture his mind as been through since the day he was born. Simon is a cursed name, he's known this for a while. That's why he destroyed it and buried it. Hoping, wishing, that it would have the piece it desired.

It didn't. He got restless under the skin of Ghost and little horrid pieces started revealing themselves slowly. Like ants coursing through his veins, it burned like poison. Made him itch. It scratched his insides painfully. Made him want to tear his viscera out. Gore displayed over his fingers.

But when he looks at the person he loves. Johnny. His person.

His Johnny.

It's like a part of his brain is both satiated and starving for more.

He cannot help but want to die for him.

Kill for him.

But also, live another day to see his smile, his laugh. Watch the sun melt into the beauty of his blue eyes, reflecting back the beauty of the sky like crystal water.

Like a cat bringing his owner a gift of appreciation-

Wishes to decapitate the ones who did Johnny wrong and bring their heads on a silver platter. Hoping for praise and satisfaction.

But he controls himself, because Johnny can take care of himself. Because Johnny, strong and resilient Johnny is not a man of pitiful revenge. Not when it's about himself.

And he gives him what he seeks anyway. In the way of gentle hands and soft touches, encouraging words. Time. Touch. Talking.

Still, most days, every day he wants to taste his blood on his tongue. Drink it like the sweet tasting wine he knows it would be.

But most of all-

Wants to be killed by his love's hands when his time finally comes.

When he commits a mistake he cannot undo. When he has overstepped his stay. He wants Johnny to put his hands on Simon and to break him. Slit his throat. Quick and gentle. Lay him down gently to the dirty. Flowers heavy on his chest.

Because love for Simon is devotion.

The moment he saw John. He swore to devote his life to him.

However, John's love is caring.

Taking care, his own form of devotion. Construct Simon back to be whole, not trying to make him perfect, never. Paint his cracks gold, always trying his best, plaster on his wounds, chipping his skin, bleeding over him. White glue, duct tape.

It's messy, it's terrible, disgusting, disfigurating.

He has never felt so understood (He's not looked at like a freak. His concerning sentences aren't brushed off as odd or concerning but listened. Observed. Johnny understands that his words, words that would leave anyone queasy, green with sickness, are the only way Simon was taught to love. Learned to love.)

It 's peaceful.

It's the way of Johnny loving him and that's enough to quell the morbid thirst in Simon's heart.

A little 'study'(?) on how I think Ghost loves... Some notes I wrote after:

My favorite type of Simon is the one who's love is just revolting. Out ,of what's called, the ordinary and extreme.

It's the love of a man who does not let others in, not because he's scared of being seen. But because he knows if they knew how much he loves them they would run away. Disappear. Question his fucked up mind. Lock him away. Treat him like the freak that he is.

That's why he loves Johnny.

Because the man is not scared of him and he himself admits he's not normal. Too clingy, too obsessive. Explosive. Weird. Too much.

They're both freaks, in their own way.

That's why they love each other.

#manysfic #manyrambles #listen... fucked up forms of seeing love is everything to me ok...#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty ghost #call of duty soap #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #ghost/soap #ghostsoap #soap/ghost #soapghost #ghoap #hope you liked it <3 #I was thinking of 'week' and 'like real people do' by hozier while writting this

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tatooinequeeen · 6 months

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

ao3

Spotify

Triggers: ooey gooey love

Chapter Five: Sugar

One Week Later

Mind. Blowing. Sex. You savored the moments between the three of you like a decadent chocolate melting on your tongue. But you also craved the intimacy of one on one time, truly the best of both worlds when it came to König and Ghost. They were still figuring each other out, the dynamics they forged working together helping the process along, but you were a much needed reprieve for both of them at the end of the day. One whole week of sharing each other in every way felt like a fever dream that you never wanted to end and hopefully, if you were reading the situation correctly you would never need to worry about that.

König shuffled through the front door and dropped his bag on the floor before rushing over to you and pulling you up and into his arms. You wound your legs around his waist and hugged him back, loving the intensity with which this man showed you affection. “Did the bed get delivered, Schatz?” His sweet voice was muffled against your neck. You nodded against him. You realized his height combined with two massive men sleeping in the same bed as you made no sense in your small king - so you sprung or rather they sprung on a custom bed so everyone was more comfortable. You had to get creative altering your sheets to fit but at the end of the day it was a small price to pay to have them both with you at night. You slept so deeply in the middle of them, you had no idea how you were going to cope the next time they went on a mission.

He walked over to the couch and settled you comfortably on his lap, brushing your hair back from your face. “König, can I kiss you?” He nodded and you lifted his mask off, setting it on the back of the couch and smoothed your hands through his hair. His gorgeous eyes closed at the contact and he let out a soft sigh. You loved touching his hair, the silky strands made you slightly envious but it was the sheer vulnerability he showed you that really made your heart melt. You leaned in to kiss him gently, which then turned steamier when he nipped your lip. He slid his tongue between your lips and you opened, granting him access to plunder you. You kissed him back with abandon and started a gentle rock of your hips on his lap.

“Nothing better than coming home to your partners making out on the couch.” Ghost huffed with feigned irritability. “Sure wish poor Simon over here got an invite.” You laughed against König’s lips. “Get over here, then.” Ghost pulled off his mask and rushed over to the couch - ever the eager one for affection these days. You pulled his face toward you and kissed him deeply. König pulled him away from you as soon as he could and gripped the back of his neck, kissing him with a sensuality you felt voyeuristic watching. Ghost sat back with a dreamy look on his face. “Now that’s the way I want to be greeted everytime I come home, loves.” König shook his head and smiled, you just looked between them with enough love pouring out of you to blanket all three of you.

Ghost gave König a look and then they turned their twin attention on you. You smiled, happy to be the center of their world. “We have something for you, liebling.” You had no idea what it could possibly be aside from sex and somehow that just didn’t seem like what they were talking about. Both men reached into their respective pockets and presented their item to you.

In König’s hand was a stunning sapphire and white gold ring. Covering your mouth with one hand, staring up at him in shock, you were absolutely speechless. “I want you to know that I have a long way to go with learning how to be vulnerable with someone else, Mein Schätzelein. But I am falling in love with you and want you to have a piece of me with you always.” You stuck your left hand out and let him slip the ring onto your bare finger. As he slid it along your flesh, you felt something digging into your finger. Before you could think much of it, Ghost drew your attention to him and presented his ring. A brilliant emerald set in white gold, you noticed it mirrored the ring now resting on your finger, just opposite. “You know that I love you, and now that we have König to complete us, we wanted to make sure you had a reminder of our love everyday.” He repeated the process König just completed and you felt the same sharp sensation. Puzzled, you looked between them.

“You see, loving us isn’t always going to be easy. Sometimes it’s going to hurt. But if you try to remove the rings they’ll dig into you and draw blood.” Your eyes widened. König picked up where Ghost left off. “You’re ours.” The symbolism wasn’t lost on you. You adored their sharp way of loving you and having a reminder that you were theirs was never a bad thing. The rings fit against each other as they were designed to, perfectly.

A happy tear welled in the corner of your eye. “I love you both more than I could have ever imagined loving someone else.” They wrapped their arms around you. “I am yours, both of yours. Forever.”

The End

Note from Tatooinequeen; I always planned this fic to be about five chapters but…if you want an epilogue just let me know. 👉🏼👈🏼

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty fanfic #simon ghost riley fanfic #smut #ghost fanfiction #konig mw2 #konig smut #konig x reader #why choose

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lumina--writes · 1 month

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Temporal Heartbreak

Chapter 1: Whom You Remember

Broken Hearted after the loss of his wife Simon "Ghost' Riley falls for the spitting image of his wife from another world and time. Swept up in the moment of life and death, can Simon see past the look-alike and similarities to focus on saving the world?

This is taken from my Wattpad thought about cross-posting here, this is a short story.

Spring has always been his favorite season when flowers bloom and color seeps back into the world. On those days when buttercups bloom, she always comes back. He looks down and at his feet is a pretty buttercup flower, gazing up at him.

"Simon!" Then he turns around to see a girl running to him, backpack swinging side to side. Her bright smile warmed him to his heart. Her hair shone like gold in the sun. Her cheeks were rosy and pink in the cold spring air.

"Cecilia," he whispers, his lips curling into a soft smile. She crashed into his arms giggling and smiling so wide her smile was as bright as the sun.

"I miss you," she giggles her smile wide and gentle. So did he. He missed her so dearly, she was his safe place, and whenever she was around, he felt fearless.

"You wanna play?" She innocently asks her voice like wind chimes. The little boy smiles and nods the two racing off to her little playground in her backyard—a safe place.

"Push me higher!" She squeals as the boy pushes with all his might. Beautiful spring flowers bloom in her yard. A bright big smile adorns his face. She swings high and falls back shaking the entire playground set.

Her laughter rings loudly in the quiet neighborhood. Simon smiles hearing her laugh with such freedom. When she's around he feels truly invincible, a fearless hero. Her hero.

He loves her, with all his heart. She made his horrific world less dull. Like an angel. Like a buttercup, she glowed in the sun. Her home was always welcoming him in. If he could he like to stay with them, with her forever. She's a beautiful rainbow after a rough storm.

The summers were his favorite time, with no school, away from his house of horror, and his buttercup. He spends hours with her, talking, playing, watching movies. Sometimes they just sit outside, and she makes flower crowns for them.

She was truly angelic, kind, and sweet, all his time with her was nothing but a dream come true. The nice summer goes by quickly when every day is wonderful.

"Yay! Let's get ice cream!" She cheers celebrating her little wins against him in games. She takes the boy by the hand and marches inside laughing. Her smile made him warm and safe.

His primary years though rough were always held in fold memories. Her smile seemed to warm every cold moment in those times. He thought he had forever with her, she was his first love. He wished to marry her when they were older.

Simon was ten when it all happened. It was a nightmare, a never-ending nightmare. She moved to another school, dramatic if you ask him now, but back then it ruined him. She was gone before he knew it. She moved across the world away from him. He remembered it so clearly, the day she told him tears in her eyes.

Simon never forgot her, but he also knew seeing her again wasn't likely.

But fate was on his side.

Tommy was a few months clean, his father was out of the house prominently, hell even Tommy found a nice girl Beth. It was a spring day, buttercups blooming, and his heart sagged at the old memories pulling at his mind. Did she come calling?

"Simon?" He looked up there the sun behind her hair shining like a saintly glow did his heart nearly stopped, she was everything he remembered and so much more, like one of Aphrodite's children.

"Cecilia..." He whispers out.

He never believed those hallmark romance movies, but in that single spring break, he fell in love again. The way he smiled at her, held her hands, and let her ramble about anything she wanted truly was heavenly. She was his date when Tommy and Beth got married, and when Joseph was born.

At the first breath of spring, the first bloom of buttercups did he know it was time. A ring later he took her back to their childhood playground, her old childhood house he bought, and asked her to marry him.

"Every spring was difficult for me; every time I see a buttercup I think of your long blonde hair. And every time I remember you, I remember being incredibly happy... You are the most beautiful woman I've ever got the fortune to meet." Simon said swallowing his tears, but his eyes were glassy.

"Simon Riley since the day I left I've always thought of you and miss playing with you. From here to the end of our lives in sickness and health I hope we stay together for this lifetime." Cecilia said with a wide smile more excited than sentimental.

It all came crashing down three years later.

Simon Riley knows violence it was his occupation, but the scene he stumbles across truly makes him sick. His Mother was on the couch neck sliced open, and his brother and Beth's bodies were in Joseph's room protecting him with their body. But in the kitchen, body distorted and brutalized, dress shoved up was his beautiful buttercup...

Withered and petals on the ground her innocence is gone, was his one and only wife. He fell to his knees picking up her dead body, the bronzed handprints around her neck gave it away. He gave into her frightened dull eyes, before closing them.

That day Ghost was born.

And that night Simon Riley died with his family, holding his wife...

He truly became a man then, all the innocence of childhood gone with time and the wind.

Ghost always hates dreaming of her, dreaming about being Simon. Dreaming about happier times. He didn't want to remember her. She's dead, and he can't change that.

Yes, she haunted him. Her smile, her laughter, her voice— all haunted him. He couldn't run from her, from the love he felt. His heart always still longs for her.

His Buttercup.

He knows it's all in his head, but he wishes she haunted him, maybe then he could have peace with the last remnant of his childhood, of a pure love long lost, he wished for one last time he could talk to Cecilia.

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The mission is chaotic, it instantly goes south as soon as they arrive, a gruesome dogfight begins, seizing lands inch by inch. 141 ran into a building where Makarov's Konni group was working on something strange.

They were building something strange, a machine... maybe a new weapon for war, the clues for what they were building were scattered. Laswell and Shepard are working on decoding this new machine and the task force is hunting it down.

They burst into the room, and there were four men moving buttons and gears, before anyone could react one of those men pushed something and the machine started.

With synchronizing shots, the four men were down. Soap rush forwards.

"Watcher 1, we capture the weapon but it's on." He shouts into the radio.

"Alright Bravo 7-1, Bravo 0-7 go to the other side and flip the switch," Ghost moves without a second thought and lift the switch. A jolt of electricity runs through him, and he lets out a grunt of pain.

"Laswell!" Price shouts as the Machine swirls even faster as if they activated it from a meandering state.

"God damn it," she said over the comms, and soon the machine produces a bright eye irritating glow and they all winced. The light fades and there standing is a woman.

"Whit a beautiful woman," Soap gasps out. Ghost blinks furiously and looks.

His heart stopped, his mouth grew dry as a desert, and he clutched his gun even tighter.

Her once long golden hair was short and brown, but that face was still hers, those beautiful... her eyes were different...

"Put your hands up!" Gaz yells pointing his gun at her.

Simon almost runs forward to protect his wife, but Ghost stays back because he knows that the perfect woman is gone. She looks around face shocked.

"Captain?" She calls out. Price stiffens and looks at this woman with caution.

"McTavish," Soap froze and he shakily looked at her. She looks around and down at the thing in her hand. It was a folded uniform of a SAS member.

"Me?" Soap slowly said, he turned to Ghost them Price, why him of all of them him?

"Captain McTavish." She repeats, she looks around confused, "and you must be Captain Price."

"How do you know us?" Price asks his gun trained on her.

"You served with my Husband."

"Who?" Gaz asks.

"Simon Riley."

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"Start from the beginning," Sergeant McTavish asks his eyes darting to the one-way glass window. He felt nervous asking this pretty woman to explain this ridiculous story of hers.

"Where do I begin?"

"Start with how you met your husband."

"Well, it starts with a woman named Beth. We became friends and one day I was hanging out with her and her boyfriend when my future husband turned up. From there we just fell in love."

"How do you know me?" Soap asks, he had to hear it again. She smiled as if his question was a little ridiculous.

"You are a captain of 141 and worked with my Husband. You... you were the one to tell me my husband died in person. You couldn't stay you were so busy, but you wanted to do it in person." Soap subconsciously nods, it sounds right, it sounds within his character to do.

Laswell opens the door, and moves to everyone else, a knock on the door, and Soap walks inside. They all waited for her to say her piece, "The machine you discovered pulls on quantum mechanics."

Price furrowed his brought and let out a sigh, "What does that mean?"

"She's from another dimension."

"That is Bullshit."

"Kyle," Laswell said calmly, "I've seen it, her dimension is a mess, there was a World War Three."

"How bad was it?" Ghost asks breaking the silence of Laswell's words.

"A nuke was dropped, and the United States was invaded by Russia." A cold silence settles down in their muscles and bones.

"I'm going to ask her about it if it lines up with what we discover she is from another dimension." Laswell cleared her throat and walked out of the room and into the interrogation room.

"Hello, miss—"

"Cilia." The woman replies with a smile.

"Will you tell us more about the war?" Laswell asks, Cilia's face pales and she looks very uncomfortable.

"It... It started with a massacre in a Russian airport by Americans, but, later on, was connected to an ultranationalist called Vladimir Makarov." Cilia said. Laswell froze and her eyes darted over to the one-way mirror before nodding. "But before that in the Middle East over 30,000 marines were killed in 2011."Laswell's mouth drops open.

"What happened?"

"A nuke was dropped on them, by who I don't know."

"But after the Airport incident, Russia invaded the east coast of America and took over D.C." Cilia falls silent and she looks rather sad.

"What about your husband?" Tears roll down Cilia's face she pushes her tears back.

"He died about a month ago on the Russian-Georgian border," She gasps out.

"Simon," Price turns to Ghost who stands inches away from the glass window arms folded body tense. He hadn't moved an inch like a statue he stood still and riding, breath shallow and conservative.

It was so similar to his story, but all the core facts were wrong. Her brown hair and earthen eyes are the opposite of her normal appearance. She should have green eyes.

"Cecilia," he whispers before turning to Price.

"Does your late wife look like her?" Price asks, he knew a little more of this mysterious man than any other task force member.

Ghost nods.

"That is the face of my wife."

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"Will you talk to her?" Soap asks, looking at Ghost who was cleaning his gun.

"There is no need for me to talk to her." Ghost mumbles not looking up from his duty, he wanted nothing to do with that woman, for she brought out a dead man and years of pain and joy.

"What about her needs?" Gaz asks. Ghost's lips form a thin line of distaste.

"That wouldn't be a good idea."

"Why not?"

"She needs to go back to her dimension giving her any sort of hope is cruel." Ghost said trying to convince the rest, but it was clear he was trying to convince himself.

"It's not cruelled to know someone," Soap mumbles.

Ghost gets up and walks away leaving the two. He needed to think far away from them and far away from her. He walks to the training ground to do some reps anything to keep her out of his mind, his beautiful wife.

"... Are you Ghost," Ghost froze and slowly turned around to see Cilia standing there, at the maw of the training room.

Ghost didn't answer.

She walked forward, and every step made Ghost's heartbeat beat even faster. She was inches away did his breath turned ragged, he felt like a cornered animal.

"... It can't be," she covered her mouth tears brimming in her eyes, "Simon?"

Ghost couldn't say anything. What does he say? What does he do?

"It's so nice to meet you," She smiled even though their tears in her eyes. "My name is Cilia; we were married at another time."

"I know," Ghost said softly, lowering his gaze at her.

"You remind me of my wife," Her smile stiffens, lips slightly downturn before she smiles again.

What was that?

"What was her name?"

"Cecilia." Her eyes darken.

"So similar to me..." She said awkwardly, Ghost could only nod... he wanted so badly to take off his mask and let Simon see her. Ghost reaches out and touches her face.

How similar, it was so cruel.

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Ghost sat in his barrack room and reached inside his bag, wrapped in the silken scarf of his late wife. He unfurls it and inside a beautiful necklace of cold milky pearls dangles from his hands.

He bought it on the first anniversary of their marriage. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it gently.

Cilia had beautiful pearl earrings, like pink roses did they dangle from her ears, it must be from his counterpart. Pearls did look wonderful on her, for that small conversation he nearly deluded himself into thinking that was Cecilia.

He closed his eyes the pearl necklace in his hands, and that night he dreamt of Cecilia and the flower fields of their youth, buttercups all around her.

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#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw2 #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x oc #fanfic

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ghcstao3 · 8 months

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hi! I'm going to politely request an Achilles-Patroclus!SoapGhost even though I know it's not a guarantee (& if it happens I'll probably screech at the angst)--

anyway, I love everything you do! you brighten up my dash! I hope you're well 😁🧼👻

ty, i hope you’re well also! and i am happy to fulfill the request. or well. i suppose happy isn’t the word i should use when someone is going to find their way to the afterlife

cw mcd 🫶

It was never meant to end this way.

Stepping away from war and conflict, blood and gore and death, Simon should have been able to save both himself and Johnny. They should have been able to live out the rest of their lives together, in peace.

But perhaps Simon should have known better. Should have known that they were not men who earned an ending as such. Should have known that the fierce heart of a fighter, a warrior beating in Johnny’s chest would not allow him to rest before everyone else.

Yet still, how horrible and unfair of a way for Johnny to have went. How horrible for him to be killed only because he had been mistaken for a man who should have been in his place. How unfair for him to die alone in ill-fitting armour with his heart of gold and misspent heroism.

It felt wrong, peeling the armour from a body once warm and full of life, now cold and hollow and not malleable in the way that Johnny had always been. He had never been soft, though. Always battle-hardened. It was why Simon loved him.

Simon mourns even as he joins the fight. He grieves as he cuts through the enemy as he was meant to do, numb to every thought, every feeling, every memory that was not to do with Johnny.

He only stops when an arrow strikes his only physical vulnerability, if only because it means his soul can finally be reunited with Johnny’s. If only because it means they can finally have their peace.

Perhaps it was only ever meant to end this way.

#ask #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghost x soap #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #writing

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fatalfangirl · 2 years

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It's Friday! I'm traveling today and am distracting myself from flying anxiety with fics. Forever thankful for the quality of writing in this fandom. Here are some recent favs:

His Mercy, Mine - NSFW - by @facewithoutheart

What a damn roller coaster. I went into this only having read some of the snippets posted on tumblr - didn't read the tags, didn't skim - zero spoilers. And that's how I think this fic should be consumed if you want maximum gasps. The split timeline storytelling is really effective, as are the descriptions/language used for the gladiatorial AU. I loved it. The only other thing I'll say is don't skip the second chapter :) I'm also currently reading the author's latest WIP: This Will All Go Down In Flames and would rec that too. The Austin based fic is full of feels, music, and local beer. AND a goat.

wasabi - NSFW - by xivz

Roommates snowbaz stuck in quarantine and featuring cam boy Simon! What is not to love! Baz's thirst is so good in this. Wonderfully demented. Perfect amount of lust, which is to say an overflowing bucket of it. The author also recorded a podfic for wasabi and holy hell 🥵 the narration was so hot. It made me pause mid folding laundry with a flush. Had to fan myself. Definitely worth both a read and a listen!

network connectivity problems - SFW - by BasicBathsheba

This one came as a rec from @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @whatevertheweather after I confessed having only read one Ban fic before. And wow. I loved it. Textfic gold. GOLD I tell you! Simon texts a number thinking he might be IT and help his computer woes, but in reality it's Baz, Simon's uni nemesis, former roommate, and ruthlessly good footballer. The fic is charming and funny and goes where you hope it does with a few little surprises in between. Strong rec for a late night read. (I'm also currently obsessed with Local Hero, which I'm half through, and cannot believe I didn't read these fics sooner, but happy I have them now.)

The Boy and the Summoned - NSFW - by @takitalks, art by @ic3-que3n

I am a sucker for demon Simon. It is one of my favorite versions of Simon (next to dragon) and this fic hits the damn spot. Very cool AU with a canon divergence that has Natasha surviving the Watford attacks, but as a price - and how she dealt with the fallout of that event is a mystery that seems connected to a ring (and a demon) Baz finds on Pitch grounds years later. I love the vibe of this fic, the sort of gothic creepiness of the Pitch estate and the menacing dark fog that surrounds Simon. Excited to see where the mystery takes us!

in the Dust of Dragons - NSFW - by @martsonmars, art by @nick-eyre

This fic is so well written. It's fantasy done exceptionally and makes me feel nostalgic for my childhood of curling up with a books and escaping to fantastical lands. The lore and storytelling is pulling cleverly from canon and has us following Baz on a solo journey (thus far) carrying the weight of his trauma and a heart that is still soft at its core. There is dragon Simon and magic and a Penny that will not take shit from anyone. And we're only 2 chapters in. This is going to be good folks. Dive in and enjoy the ride with me.

#fic rec #thank you writers for all that you do #and artists too!

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Been rather busy lately and haven't been up to posting, but I felt in the mood to share my new Drericka Shipchild OCs:

Meet the Van Dracula Twins, Children of the Night: Lucy and Simon!

Lucy (Short for Lucille) is the oldest of the two by 13 minutes and takes quite a bit after her mother: a Brave, outgoing, and mischievous adventurer who loves exploring and causing trouble but has a heart of gold despite her "Little Terror" rep AND natural theater kid energy. She's also the one of the two to gain fangs and vampire powers: even hypnosis, one Dennis never apparently inherited. The girl takes alot of pride in her family's gothic Horror legacy and considers herself the "ultimate goth girl." "I'm a Dracula AND a Van Helsing living in a castle full of monsters! Ya can't get more goth than that!" She's perhaps the brainier and more acrobatic of the two, cleverly finding ways both into and out of trouble. She also inherited her mother's talent for languages and combines vampire abilities with a natural talent for acrobatics and martial arts.

By contrast, Simon is more like his father: a big shy sensitive but loyal sea-loving cinnamon roll who may struggle a bit to fit in in a family of mostly monsters but push comes to shove will do anything for them. Despite being the more humany cinnamon roll twin, he still has an edge to him. The boy inherited the build of his large Van Helsing ancestors which while making him a bit different and "chubby" looking, he's impressively strong, fast, and durable for his size. He's also inherited his mom's love and skill with weaponry. Along with his father's more pragmatic nature, he's a formidable force to be reckoned with. As he likes to say, "I may be humany, but I can still be scary!"

Together, they're an impressive Pugsley and Wednesday style team!

I was sort of inspired by an RP friend making a girl Drericka OC that ended up being human - which I loved the idea of Drac having a humany lid after the events of HT - and ultimately stumbled into "Well if they becomes more human, why not go the Normal!Pubert route?" Another inspiration was @lovelylivelyv 's Jack Nephalem, which looking at him for a while also provided the idea since he's partly based on Pubert. for Lucy, we never really saw a FEMALE dhampir in the series and I liked the idea of going the other way from Dennis and Simon and making a more goth character. I also kinda took inspiration from him in Lucy's brave Troublemaker-with-a-heart-of gold personality. Along with making Simon more a cinnamon roll than his parents (Though Dennis and Mavis was also an inspiration.)

In a way, they're sort of inverses of their parents: Drac is a Slytherin with Hufflepuff traits, Ericka is a Slytherin with Gryffindor traits. Lucy is a Gryff with Slyth traits, while Simon is a Puff with Slyth traits. The idea being since the twins had a much better life than their parents, growing up in a loving family and world with less hate between humans and monsters, they haven't had to rely as much on their cunning or be pressured into following tradition as much. (Plus it's fun to make them different from their parents. Especially Lucy. Drac having to deal with a kid who's a bit more like Johnny than him is kinda funny. As is Ericka having a badass yet shy and sweet kid, it brings out her soft side.)

Visually, Simon is based on Pugsley and Normal!Pubert from Addams Family Values while Lucy is sort of a mix of Ericka, Drac, and Mavis. I named Lucy after the Dracula book character (the woman who Dracula attacks and turns into a vampire. Kind of in the same vein as Johnny being named after Johnathan Harker.) Simon on the other hand, is named both after Simon Van Helsing, an early iteration of Johnny as a vampire hunter that falls in love with Mavis (possibly an inspiration for Ericka down the line, knowing the HT team's penchant for re-using unused material later) and the monster hunter from Castlevania.

Bonus: The Twins' birthdate is Friday Oct 13, 2023. It was too perfect an opportunity to pass up. XD

@gothicthundra @drericka @neo-storm @chica-chuu @ebevkisk @thenerdynightprincess13 @animatedpixie @sine-qua-noon @erickadracula @ericka-van-helsing @erickaanddraculasblog @ericka4ever @thesecreatoroftrans @elenadracula @twinklecupcake @thenerdynightprincess13 @countessericka-blog @f-mhoteltransylvaniacomicseries

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crying-is-your-latest-fashion · 2 years

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1.) these two disaster gays texting is the best thing ever. I love it.

2.) the small detail of Charlie’s phone screen saying gay panic is great

3.) Nick is so carrying and - HE HAS A Dog!!

4.) I must know everything about the doggo. Must know all I can.

5.) Back on track, Nick is being very honest about everything and I do appreciate how the show highlights that. Honest communication is the most important thing in a relationship and that includes voicing fears and concerns.

6.) the gay music in the background is also a plus.

7.) Is this a flash back? With Charlie playing the drums and Ben. Is this how they met?

8.) Was Charlie outed?? That’s terrible.

8.) No make the straight joke so he can come out. Gays love coming out via joke.

9.) Dang it. Don’t be the straight friend, be the gay or bi boyfriend

10.) Nick staring at the heart is very un straight.

11.) Elle!! My love!!

13.) No, let the teacher help you, make a friend please. They seem nice!!

14.) Another lesbian song!! And a crush montage. I love it!!

15.) Based on Charlie’s joke I’m guessing Tou has a crush on Elle but she’s a lesbian? Makes since. It’s fair.

16.) Issic being a good boy. I get that Tao is trying to help Charlie but he’s being a bit mean.

17.) THE ART TEACHER IS GAY??? Damn I love this show. Queer struggles exist but the shitty ones like being in th closet and homophobia and transphobia aren’t the highlights of the show. It’s queer kids existing and dating like every other high school kid, with just a few more obstacles. It’s amazing to see it.

18.) THIS IS WHAT I MEAN!! Elle can just sit with Darcy and Tara and not have to deal with stupid questions about being trans. She doesn’t have to come out, no one makes a big deal out if it. It simply is what it is and I love that.

19.) Speaking of Darcy and Tara. I love them. They are such a positive representation of female friend ship and it’s amazing.

20.) Is interesting seeing Charlie in comfy clothes. He looks like a regular boy but the gay still shines through.

21.) The hair comments after he was so nervous about how his hair cut looked. It’s such a soft thing but without even trying Nick is waving away Charlie’s anxiety.

22.) Is that how snow works? It can just fall at any point during the day? We don’t have any where I’m from so it’s a legitimate question.

23.) The scene is the snow is so pure and so sweet and I love it. Just the two of them in the freshly fallen world, a place for just them and Nellie, where nothing matters.

24.) Oh no, what does the mom want? Am I going to have to rewrite my earlier points?

25.) The soft, almost broken I do when his Mom indirectly tells him that she likes Charlie, that he’s happier around Charlie.

26.) The immediate switch from his face when he’s thinking of Charlie to when he’s with his friends.

27.) Nope. Refuse to believe that Tara and Nick are dating. They’re are beards. Beards I say, beards!!

28.) Tao is such a good friend. Assembling the gang so that they can help him get over his crush while also giving him something to cry on.

29.) Elle being oblivious to Darcy and Tara dating is gold!!!

30.) No!!! Not the bad fantasy of Nick being straight!!

31.) Loved the subtle coming out.

32.) If these two don’t kiss while on that tiny chair, then why have them sit on a tiny chair?

33.) The fires around Charlie’s hand when Nick goes to touch it.

34.) I like who this episode is more Nick centric. It’s nice.

35.) The hug was so cute.

35.) The music in this show is incredible, every song is purposeful and has a meaning for being where it is that related to the scene or the characters. It takes things to a new level.

36.) Tao is being an ass at this point. Like bro chill, you’re doing too much.

37.) Aaaahhhggg. Everything’s coming together.

38.) This show has done more for lgbt representation in 32 minutes then Supernatural and Love Simon combined.

#flr heartstopper #heartstopper #nick and charlie #tao xu #elle

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sunriseverse · 1 year

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jgy for the ask meme, of course ☕️

oh i have so many thoughts on him.

song that reminds me of them: hmm…..drift of stars from the album equation of time by athéne and simon mccory OR mary from the album concentrate by the happy fits. first one because it’s his vibes and second one because i sometimes vicariously imagine him fucking shit up set to it (listen, we all have our guilty pleasures).

what they smell like: peonies is probably a given but i also like to think that he smells like star anise and ginger, both of which turn your mouth numb if you bite into them. something something metaphor for people underestimating him something something.

an otp: literally cannot come up with any besides x.iyao. they’re the blueprint etc etc.

a notp: honestly i can’t think of a popular one? maybe wwx/jgy but that’s more of a squick and less of a notp.

favourite platonic/familial relationships: qin su and nhs probably? the situation with qs is……..fucked obviously and so is the situation with nhs which is probably why they’re so fascinating to me. i love to think about the way things could have been different and the way that the actions taken by jgy and nhs in their respective situations meant nothing else COULD have happened, really.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: just [gestures at 75% of the fandom’s read on jgy] enough said.

position they sleep in: i think he sleeps all scrunched up. this man is inventing new ways to be a Very Small Round Loaf in bed.

a crossover au i would love to see: i would KILL to see someone write a crack crossover with sci but i have no idea what the premise would be. also i think if either x.iyao or baizhan had to be in the same room as each other for more than three seconds heads would roll (largely zz’s fault because i KNOW that man couldn’t resist psychoanalysing jgy).

favourite outfit they’ve worn: i have a soft spot in my heart for that outfit he wears when he and his company show up at the chang manor. yes he deserves the jin gold but also i would love to see him in some patterns that aren’t like, one giant peony flower you know.

#i would kill to see him in a plaid or paisley as anachronistic as that would be #ask #ask meme

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lilysdaydreams · 3 years

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Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→ I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

→ Buy me a coffee

Part two →

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 3 years

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We'd Better Get Cracking (Simon Kalivoda x Reader)

WC: 1322

Warnings: Language, semi-suggestive content (this warning will make more sense after reading lmao)

Summary: Night shifts at the grocery store can be so boring, but Simon always finds a way to mix things up.

A/N: Jesus Christ it's been so long since I've written anything, but the lack of writing for the Fear Street movies really pushed me back into it. I hope you guys enjoy this, I know I had fun writing it

Why the Shadyside Mall’s opening hours stretched so late into the night had always baffled Y/N. The sheer amount of crime in Shadyside was one reason she always questioned the opening hours, but also the fact that the whole mall was dead after 5pm, despite being open until 9pm. Manning the grocery store on closing shifts was always incredibly dull given the lack of customers, save the occasional high schooler coming in to sheepishly buy condoms or some other random item. The only thing that kept her shifts interesting was Simon Kalivoda.

The two had been friends since they were kids, and they were both ecstatic when they got jobs at the same place. By the time they’d started working closing shifts together, Simon realised just how boring it could get and took it upon himself to always make them fun. This promise was the reason why Y/N was currently watching her best friend since childhood stage some very provocative scenes using the remaining fresh produce they had in the store.

“For the love of God Simon, I want to know what happened in your mind to make you think that soft-core fruit porn was the way to go today.” Y/N said, shaking her head as she watched Simon’s intense concentration break before he turned to her.

“Would you rather a repeat of last Thursday night?” Simon said, raising his eyebrows as Y/N recounted Simon’s boredom-breaker from last Thursday.

“Simon, what the fuck are you thinking?” Y/N hissed, watching as Simon dropped a watermelon in front of the bread-slicer.

“Well, I’m thinking that everything else I’ve tried has gone through pretty easily, so why not try go for the gold medal of the ‘random shit in the bread-slicer’ Olympics?” Simon said, his eyes gleaming with absolute chaos.

“If you break the slicer there’s no way we’ll have jobs tomorrow.” Y/N said, looking around to make sure no customers had walked in. Although she always condemned Simon’s crazy behaviour at work, she loved seeing all the different ideas he would come up with each closing shift.

“I’ve been employee of the month for the last six months straight, management couldn’t get rid of me even if they wanted to.” Simon said, shooting Y/N a somewhat cocky smile that the girl just scoffed off. She watched as Simon fiddled with the different buttons and switches on the bread slicer, laughing when he jumped at the noise that signalled the machine was on.

“It’s showtime.” Simon said, his poor imitation of Beetlejuice earning a groan from Y/N. The pair locked eyes, and Y/N noticed a hint of softness in his eyes that almost stopped her in her tracks. Before she could think about that look for too much longer, she was rudely brought back to Earth by the sound of Simon’s gold medal attempt.

“Jesus Simon!” Y/N exclaimed, watching as the watermelon slowly made its way through the slicer. Simon let out a manic laugh, clearly shocked his plan had worked.

“I am never letting you doubt my genius ever again, Y/L/N.” Simon said, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N scoffed, unsure as to why her cheeks suddenly felt so hot.

“I never said I doubted you Kalivoda.” Y/N muttered, relishing in the proud look Simon gave her. Simon opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly shut it, widening his eyes when he looked at the slicer.

“I think we may have a problem, Y/N.”

“Yeah I fully thought we were gonna get fired after that so fruit erotica doesn’t seem so bad now. Please, proceed with your masterpiece, Kalivoda.” Y/N said, jumping off her seat on the check-out counter to move over towards Simon.

While Simon had his back towards her, Y/N took a moment to observe Simon at work. He always carried a crazed sense of joy with him no matter what he was doing, and Y/N had always loved that about him. He paused for a moment to survey his scene, and Y/N took note of the way he furrowed his brow and bit his lip. She suddenly felt the urge to turn away, her cheeks flushing almost immediately.

Simon quickly went back to work arranging a peach and a carrot in a manner that was certainly not safe for work. As she watched him Y/N came to a crushing realisation she had known was true but been fighting for quite a while. She had it bad for Simon Kalivoda. She cursed under her breath, realising that Kate’s incessant teasing was now annoyingly based in truth.

“Y/N, my masterpiece is ready. May I present to you, the fruit of my loins.” Simon said, his smile growing after the groan Y/N let out. He gestured towards the set up with a flourish, and Y/N instantly burst out into laughter.

“I gotta hand it to you Simon, that’s some impressive fruit porn. You take a class or something?” Y/N said through her laughter, examining Simon’s work closely. He laughed, looking over her shoulder at the assorted fruits.

“No baby, that’s all natural talent.” Simon said, and Y/N jumped at his sudden proximity. She turned around to face him, hyper aware of the limited space between them.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/N said after a stretch of silence, and Simon nodded, trying to keep his eyes from drifting any lower than her face.

“Why do you do all this?” She asked, and Simon cocked his head in confusion.

“Do what?” He said, and Y/N took in a deep breath.

“All the crazy shit every closing shift. You always have something whacky, and I certainly appreciate it but why? It’s a whole lot of effort Si.” Y/N said, and Simon’s stomach started to fill up with butterflies.

“I, uh, it’s for you.” Simon muttered, and suddenly Y/N was the confused one. Simon never mumbled, he was always open and outspoken.

“What was that?” She said, and Simon sighed, running a hand through his blond hair.

“I do it for you.” He said, and Y/N looked up at him with eyes like saucers. She didn’t say anything, so he kept talking to fill the silence.

“I remember how bored you got on that first shift, and I just hated seeing you like that so I decided that I wasn’t going to let you go a shift with me and be bored again. I’ve always liked seeing you happy Y/N/N.” Simon admitted, and although he never explicitly told her how he felt, he prayed to God she could pick up on the subtext.

Y/N gasped softly, and Simon could feel his heart thudding in his chest. “You’re such an idiot, Simon.” Y/N said, and before Simon could respond, Y/N was kissing him. His brain almost short-circuited at the feeling of her lips and hands on him. He pulled her closer to him, taking note of how perfectly she fit in his arms.

They broke apart, and Y/N rested her forehead against Simon’s, the only sound in the store their heavy breathing. “I have a terrible feeling we owe Kate some money now.” Y/N muttered, relishing in the sound of Simon’s laughter.

“I think she’ll just be glad she doesn’t have to hear me pine over you anymore. I swear she was this close to locking us in a closet together until we made out.” Simon said, and Y/N snorted at his comment.

“You realise we still have to close up shop right?” Y/N said, and Simon groaned, hugging her even tighter.

“Surely we can go home and if anything happens to the store then we can just skip town.” Simon said, placing soft kisses to Y/N’s head. She reluctantly broke away from him, pulling a face at the puppy dog eyes Simon shot her way.

“The quicker we close up, the quicker we can be making out at your place.” Y/N said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“Well, I guess we’d better get cracking then.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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The Sheriff and the Murderer

Part Five

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Summary | whilst spending time in the shower with you, Lee notices that there are a few things missing to the household, like any mention of your husband. And thus, he does what he originally came to your house to do, and speak with you about his strange disappearance.

Warnings | smut, shower sex, oral sex (f receiving), very slight sheriff kink, cum swapping, mention of death, swearing, some fluff, angst

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Water ran down the curves of your body, as Lee caressed your ribcage from behind, his fingertips dancing along your skin, with water showering down upon the pair of you, flattening your hair in its spray of passion upon the back of your neck. The man behind you nursed the tip of his nose along your shoulder line, pressing supple kisses upon the blades, enforcing you to hum contentedly.

This is what you had always wanted, this one individual person making sweet love to you, he was your home, not these four walls, nor the tiles that were configured around you. Lee Bodecker was the man of your dreams, but mama and papa had always told you, that dreams were not realistic, they were pits of gold that would drive you made. And maybe, you were a tad mad, after all you had murdered your husband, and gone through with burrowing his body parts in the wild.

The worst part was, as panicked as you were, in that moment, you had felt crazed, as though a true part of yourself was released as you beat his motionless form, spilling further blood around. With Lee, you felt severely calm, soothed with the quiet presence of him puckering pursed kisses down onto your spine, as he swiftly turned you around, pressing his nose against your own as he slithered his addictive hands down, probing at your waist with them to grind his cock against your stomach, fingering the dips of your body.

A stuttered breath left your lips as his tongue traced your lips, prompting you to open the oral depths of your fence of teeth, allowing him to enter the shallow insides of your conversing cavern, tangling the tip of his tongue with your tonsils, your hands tracing up to stifle upon his jaw, feeling the light and dampened stubble across the firm and well aged structure. He backed you into a corner, grasping your hips as his beverage bloated stomach pressed against your own, making your heart swell with adoration.

“Take me Bodecker, consummate me as though I were your own bride.” It was impossible not to allow the words to slip out, and it made Lee groan into your mouth, the sound echoing and reverberating around your entire body. He wanted there to be some momentous truth to support your spoken scenario, for the pair of you to wed in an instant, even if it were to be in the lack of spaciousness proximity of the bathroom shower, that had an inkling of mould brewing in the far top corner, and a few cracked tiles splintering in random placements.

“Thought you’d leave me hanging forever.” The sheriff groaned, stifling his hard cock in his hand, as he bent his knees, using his physical leverage to hoist you into his law enforcing arms, enabling you to wrap your tense legs around the curves of his behind, grasping his flesh closer against your own. “Tight, so tight baby doll.” He gritted his teeth, as he ran his teeth along your slit, just in time before he sunk his hungry cock through your folds, stretching your walls to accommodate his size.

“Lee Lee.” Your voice muffled into the crease of his neck, as you felt obscene pleasure as he stilled inside you, allowing you to adjust to his pulsating length within your pussy, whimpering lightly at the sensation of his entirety, suctioning your lips against his cleansed skin. “Fuck me sheriff, I want to feel every inch of you.” You nestled against him, sending moans directly into his ear as Lee began to rut up into you, his balls slapping against your ass cheeks, as he delivered intimate bites along the side of your neck, though nothing too harsh to leave prominent and dark marks into the canvas of your skin.

“I-“ Lee frowned, his blue eyes reeling shut as he picked up the rate of his thrusts, feeling himself succumb to an immoral pleasure that the preacher would subject against; adultery was against the beliefs within the house of the father, but in the moment either one of you could care less. In fact, it sounded like Lee cared a little too much as his next words passed through the air like a dream similar symphony, that bundled in your ears, leaving you feel conflicted with emotions. “I love you.”

And then he came, filling you with his seed, as he pulled out, dropping to his knees, watching his white gold spill down your thighs. He dragged his tongue over his source, moving closer to your lips to seep below the outer folds, devouring his flow of essence, realising that the first hand taste of himself wasn’t so bad after all. Your hands sewed around the blunt and short hairs of his head, as he swirled your clit into his mouth, the rest of his seed painting down onto his chin, content to continue eating you out until he made you revel into a spiritual space, blinding you into a hot white light, that had you falling back against the chipped dirty blue tiles.

“Oh my god.” You whimpered, eyes blurring with galactic, starry irised tears until your vision returned to vivid clarity. “Lee Lee, come up here.” He stood, his own cum still orbing in his mouth, as he began to kiss you, swapping his taste into your mouth, smirking lightly to himself as you gulped down the extraction of him. “I love- you know.” You shook your head, hardly wishing to say it aloud, considering all that had happened the last time that you had uttered those words to someone, even if you had not actually mean them.

“I need to hear you say it gorgeous, so that I know that you mean it. I’ve waited all these years, practically my entire life, so please, for the love of the law, say it.” He grasped your jaw, caressing your nose once more with his own, sharing breaths with you. His eyes bore into your own, his hand resting again the back of your neck to bring your face closer to his own.

“I love you Lee Bodecker. I really do.” You spoke softly, feeling the water spitter coldly upon your pores, reminding you of how long the two of you had been under its spay. You pecked his lips, running your hands up along his chest, your palms cascading over his pebbled nipples, as you felt him delicately tickle your flesh beneath the flow of your hair. “You were the one I should have married. It always should have been you.” Tears began to pelt out from your eyes, spilling as you thought of how much of a life you had missed out on with him.

The sneaking around had amounted to much stress, the secrecy arising pressure in your lives that felt over the top, all while whilst being worth it. “I fucked up, so bad. I married the wrong man all because I was a young naive girl that thought you deserved better, and you do. The things I’ve done, this life I’ve amounted into, I never wanted it. The one thing I’ve always wanted was you, and I let you get away, all whilst never letting you go.”

Your fists lightly began to beat against his chest as you sobbed, thinking of how previously there had been blood and dirt encasing them, serving as evidence for your unforgivable sins. “Baby girl, it’s okay. We’ll figure things out, Simon is the only thing holding us back from finding a new way to live, by chance, have you found him?” It was not only his way to ensure you with whims of comfort, retelling you that you could find a way to publicly be together, but to also uncover the destination of your missing husband.

“Found him?” You frowned, confused by what he meant. He nodded, racking his fingertips down the side of your face, as you peppered light kissed along his soft skin. “Whatever do you mean darling?” A large part of you was severely worried about the situation; it was a great secret that you did indeed know of his whereabouts, he was in deep, in a literal sense. You’d know, considering that you, along with Sally, had buried him six feet under, and prayed cursively that no one would find his remains.

“Yes, he’s been required at the police station, though none of us have been able to find him. Do you have any idea where he is, I figured you’d be the best person to ask.” It all clicked, and you stepped away, softly shoving his chest as he tried to come closer to you. The tears continued to flow, flooding your face like a broken dam, as you felt overcome with a conjunction of newfound prospects.

“This is what this all was, wasn’t it? That’s why you came here, but instead of firstly asking me where Simon was, you decided to get in my pants! How could you Lee, you made me feel vulnerable, convincing that you loved me so that you could pick my brain.” Cradling your own scalp, you felt how your head was ready ready to implode. Everyone tended to use you for their own dirty deeds, and here Bodecker was, doing the exact same thing.

“No, y/n. That’s not what-“ he realised that you were near on right, he had buttered you up physically, though he had gotten quite distracted from his original ploy. “I’m sorry, but I meant it. And I thought that we would be able to speak like this like civil adults, neither of us have anything to hide.” You did, and the only way to keep it concealed was to push him away, and thus you climbed out of the shower, grabbing a towel and covering your nude body with it.

Lee fumbled after you, grasping his clothes as he exited the bathroom, following your footsteps as you raked your mind obsessively. “Y/n/n please don’t push me away, I want you, and I just need an answer, otherwise you’ll be swarmed with strangers questioning you on Simon, and we both know there’s many things that they don’t know.” Instead, you turned and watched as he clicked his belt together, his eyes pleading at you.

There were many things that he too did not know, and such secrets you did not intend to share with him. Rubbing your eyes, you glanced at the wedding ring that was encrusted upon your vowed finger, grimacing at the sight of it. “Just leave Sheriff, I’m sure you can finish your duties elsewhere. This case better be pretty important if you’re willing to use me for it.” Crossing your arms, you tensed your nostrils, glaring hurtfully towards the man that you currently felt everything towards. “And no, I haven’t seen him, so you can write that down when you get in that car of yours, and drive away from me, for good.”

“I didn’t mean for that darling, please don’t reject me now.” His voice cracked, plodding backwards as he felt his heart stutter rapidly in his chest, cracking at the edges as he saw the brokenness on your features. “I love you, and I’m leaving. But this isn’t the end, we’re going to sort this out once you’re not so tense about all this.” He pointed at you, staring endearingly as he exited your front door, shock falling down his face in liquid pebbles as soon as it slammed behind him.

There were things that you couldn’t tell him, but there was one thing that you had already confessed. You loved him, always had, and it was sure that you always would. You weren’t y/n Priot, you were y/n y/l/n, the girl that had snuck around with him, for vast amounts of years, and had definitely married the wrong man. It had hurt you that he had not showed up at your wedding, though it had always been understandable why. He loved you too, and he would prove it, more so when he got to the end of the case concerning your missing husband.

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ladywinterwitch · 3 years

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Run Away (Ten - Strangers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings: pregnancy talk, fluff, A N G S T, I think that's it??

Words Count: 3739

A/n: Next chapter is longer and INTENSE

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Y/n and Steve ended up falling asleep, which was a bit embarassing especially on his part. In the end tho they woke up around two in the afternoon and were starving. You also thought about the fact that Helen must've already set in by now. After cleaning up a bit and getting redressed the two actually went to separate directions, Steve to the gym because he had a bunch of new recruits to train by three sharp, while Y/n was heading to the kitchen.

-FRIDAY, would you call up ms Simon for me?- she found Tony, Vision and Thor in the common room so she quickly greeted them.

-Hey guys, taking a break?- she smiled when Thor got up to greet her properly. He was such a physical and affectionate person. He reminded her of a golden retriever; huge, with long hair and a heart of gold. Your smile widened when he bent down to press his ear to her belly.

-Well yes darling, do you forget that aside from kicking some ass every now and then we're basically jobless?- Tony joked. Both he and Vision were looking at you two.

-How is your pregnancy going, Y/n?- Vision asked in his posh and polite manner. She tilted her head to the side. Thor still touching the smooth and round surface. She didn't mind at all.

-It's going smoothly, thank you. Tho if I have to be honest I can't wait to at least give birth. I love my belly but it's so complicated to live with. I also miss actually moving around and exiting the tower. I don't think I've ever been so still and babyed in my life.-

-If it was an easy job, God wouldn't have gave it to women.- they all turn around when you hear an unfamiliar voice, which they soon found out to be Helen's. Thor stands straight in all his tallness and gets in front of her protectively.

-Who are you?- he asks suspiciously. She put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

-It's okay, Thor. This is Helen Simon, she's my new midwife. The one me and Steve hired this morning.- her head turns quickly to Tony then back to Helen. Tony stands up, fixing the invisible fold in his tracksuit pants and smugly walks to the older woman.

-Stark. Tony Stark. I actually hired you, but I'll let the happy couple have the glory.- he joked and you shook your head amused. They shook hands and then Vision introduced himself as well. Thor just acknowleged her with a nod. It's not like the God of Thunder had to introduce himself.

-Okay guys, see you later. I'm starving so.- you decided to cut it, but obviously Tony had to sneak in a joke. Had to.

-I'm sure cap worn you out.- Thor, which didn't know what timing was, bless his heart, decided to burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes not looking back.

-Jealousy doesn't match with your shoes Anthony.- you clapped back, still hearing Thor laugh and Tony calling him out.

A few feet down the corridor there was the kitchen, and when Y/n finally tought that her and Helen could have a minute alone, they found Wanda intently reading a book while she mover her finger around to spin the teaspoon in a mug. She looked up when they entered the room. Her finger stopped working and so did the spoon, the faint magenta colored aura disappearing.

-Hello?- she said, tentatively. Y/n ignored her cold stare and walked to the fridge taking out the leftover chicken and some salad to mix.

-She's Helen, the midwife me and Steve talked about.- there was a subtle warning in Y/n's voice. She thought 'Be nice' in her mind, and when Wanda sighed she knew she read her mind.

-Nice to meet you. If you'll excuse m- - Wanda was about to get up from the stool but the old woman's voice stopped her.

-You aren't eating that chicken cold are you? How old is it?- she walked closer, grabbing the plastic box from her hands. Both her and Wanda were a little taken aback by her bluntness, and shared a look.

-Uh..Yeah? I was actually going to put it in the salad. And it's..I'm not sure, a couple of days old? Still perfectly fresh and untouched.- she answered trying to reassure her, but she wasn't having it at all.

-This isn't eating healthy. If you want a healthy baby you need to eat properly. I'll take care of your meals from now on. - she stated, putting the box aside. - The non pregnant teammates can risk getting sick with that chicken. - Wanda's gaze darkened and her eyes took a light shade of red.

-What's that supposed to mean, old lady? - Y/n saw her fingers starting to move around with the corner of her eye and put her own hand on hers.

-Helen didn't mean anything, Wanda. She just meant that I have to be extra careful in comparison to the rest of you, ok? Don't you have to be somewhere right now?- she asked in the most calm way. The last hting she needed was Wanda yeeting Helen out of the tower on the first day. Wanda closed and picked up her book and mug, walking towards the exit of the kitchen.

-I mean, I'd like to go to the terrace to chill, but I can't.- Y/n frowned while sitting on a stool. Meanwhile Helen had already started to inspect their whole frige.

-I can feel Bucky and his girl going at it so yeah, I did not plan to watch a live performance.- she choked on water and the old lady turned around with a rather disgusted face. Wanda just shrugged and left them. The girl turned towards the older woman with an awkward smile.

-Welcome I guess.- the short fake laugh was over as soon as Helen sat in front of her, her hands conjoined in front of her.

-This isn't good.- the girl shifted uncomfortably, then uncosciously starting to rub her belly as a sign of comfort.

-What isn't?- the lady sighed. -First off, there are way too many people here. This place is chaotic, the people aren't giving you the peace that you need. This isn't a baby-space. At all. I just looked into your frigde and there isn't a single thing ready or 100% healthy probably except vegetables. Y/n if you want to be a good mother and be healthy for your baby you need to change a few things.- her words at first irritated her, setting off her protectiveness towards the people she called family, but then as she went on, she made her feel little. Like a little girl who wasn't good enough. She sighed silently.

-What would you have me do then?- she asked. Helen shrugged, still mantaining her perfect posture.

-I'm not gonna suggest you to buy a new place, because where you'll live after the baby is born is your business, but..- she paused, -I can offer you to come live at my place for these last two months or so. I have a nice, peaceful place a little outside New York. I already had eight of my patients do this, it's not so absurd.- she explained like it was the most normal thing in the world. Y/n was listening, but she wasn't convinced. She decided that she had to think about it first. She had to know for sure that she was professional and competent.

-I don't know, Helen. I'll admit that it isn't the most tranquil place to live, but...these people are my family. They have always been by my side, pregnant or not. And what about Steve? The father of my firstborn?- she marked the last phrase, tilting her head to the side. A little habit she probably took from Wanda.

-Because they care about you. But in truth, tell me, aren't you feeling like a burden? Like you get into their business?- she mirrored the young woman's expression. Y/n didn't answer at first.

-You're really not going soft on this are you?- Helen released a dry laugh. Shook her head and paused before talking.

-Yes. I began working as a nurse unofficially when I was 13 years old, during the Prague Spring reforms in '68. The hospital was in short of nurses so.- she explained, -That time wasn't easy. Not that the one before it and after it wasn't, that is. You either grow a thick skin or you don't survive.- Y/n felt for her, as she had a very similar destiny. First she doesn't know how she ended up in an orphanage, and then when she was fifteen and nobody took her, they kicked her out. She was homeless for a year until SHIELD recruited her, and the rest is history.

The older woman got up and took some vegetables, washed them and then placed them down to slice them. Y/n got up as well and started helping. She eyed the fresh eggs, so she guessed that Helen wanted to make a quick frittata.

-How did you end up in America? As midwife, nonetheless.- she asked.

-Why most foreign people come to America? Certainly not the food.- The woman responded with a slight hint of irony. The girl chuckled.

-Touché.-

-In any case, I've been here more than half of my live, moved many states mainly for my own choice. Being a private midwife pays decently.- she paused to dump the sliced vegetables into a pan with a little oil and salt.

-I became one because I was fascinated by the whole process that the woman's body goes through both before, during and after birth. I assisted two of my older sisters, and in the end ended up doing it as a job.- Y/n nodded, listening.

-That's actually amazing. But if I can ask, you do not have kids yourself?-

-No. Didn't have the possibility at first. Then decided that just it was my profession but not my future. No regrets.- she answered even tho the girl could sense that something was off. She decided not to intrude.

Silence fell between them while they were cooking, and the younger woman took the popularity to think about what she said. The woman was practical, a bit harsh maybe. But she also had a lot of experience. She didn't like the thought of leaving her family, but she had to admit that she often felt like a burden lately. More than once someone stayed behind to look after her, and even tho they didn't seem to mind at all, she did. She wasn't used to being so pampered and looked after, and sometimes she almost felt suffocated. Guess that spending many years of your life having to take care of yourself takes a toll on you.

She didn't want to decide anything without talking it out with Steve first. And it wouldn't be permanent, just for the last couple months or so, until she had the baby. If she really thought about it maybe she needed some time to reconnect with herself, to learn how to take care of her baby in the best way possible. Even the stupidest thing like cold chicken could potentially make her sick, and it was such a small thing. But that doesn't change the fact that she didn't knew. She wasn't one of those moms who surrounded herself with books teaching her every do's and don'ts, but at this point insecurity was kicking in. The last thing she would ever want was to be a bad mother even before actually becoming one.

Between a baby shop and another, and a whole new diet including an embarrassing amount of tea, Y/n finished her eight month of pregnancy. She was feeling as tired and as big as ever. Helen actually helped a lot both with the cooking, the health tips and with the shopping. She actually sobbed when they bought the crib. Both because she was emotional, a bit because hormones and also because Steve was again away on a mission. The whole team was actually. They had new leads in the Hungarian case and another completely different mission in South Korea, a tough one. So it required the whole team split up. That was the fist time Y/n was left alone since she knew she were pregnant. It all went smoothly, the tower actually felt quiet for once.

Y/n and Helen had found a nice dynamic, and most of the time spent time in a comfortable silence, each doing their thing. A downside that she wasn't realizing was the distance that was slowly creeping from her to the team. They didn't really like the midwife that much, Wanda, Thor and Bucky especially didn't like her at all. But Y/n felt for her, she felt like she knew her better than them so she often took her side, which hurt them back.

Steve on the other hand wasn't realizing it almost at all. All he cared about was his wife being healthy and that she got along with the midwife. They didn't sleep together often anymore, due to the fact that he was often away and she was constantly tired. Bruce did warn her at the beggining that this 'enhanced' baby would've probably tired her out, and it did at first but then she was feeling very well. She and Helen both blamed it on the tiredness of the pregnancy as a whole.

The last straw was when some of the guys, specifically Sam, Thor and Peter, whom didn't live at the tower and was rarely involved in missions because of Tony, went to see them and in some way, nobody actually know how, they made a whole ass hole in the floor above the library. Fate wanted that Y/n and Helen were reading just a few feet away. If they were just a bit closer to the door, they would've been hit by the pavement pieces.

Helen gasped and jumped out of her seat, book still in her hand by the corner. The younger woman on the other hand was more mad than anything.

She rose from the armchair, struggling a bit and marched towards the now destroyed door. The damage wasn't so bad, but it was still damage and it could've been way worse. She was fuming.

-Y/n! Shit are you okay? - Sam yelled from above. The three guys looking down from the hole they created.

-I'm so sorry it wasn't me! It was Thor! - Peter joined in and caused the God to respond, and from that a whole lot of mess arose.

The people who weren't on a mission, which were Wanda, Bucky and Tony, came running.

Y/n didn't know where to look and all of a sudden started felling a bit suffocated. She brought a hand to her forehead, distubed by the chaos arouns her.

-Stop! Fucking stop it! - she yelled, groaning from frustration. Everyone stopped talking while the girl started to feel her eyes prickle with tears of frustration.

-Why is never, ever a single day if peace in here? There's always someone around, making a mess, making noise, complaining- - she almost stumbled on a piece of ceiling that had fallen, but Bucky and Tony were right behind her and helped her stabilize herself, but she shoved them off.

-Leave me be!- she exclaimed frustrated. She huffed, trying to take a deep breath. -I'm moving out.- a chorus of 'What' arose. Bucky stepped forward and grabbed her wrist gently.

-What are you talking about?- his eyes showed confusion and panic.

-And when would have you decided this stupid thing?- Tony crossed his arms and went straight up 'Tony Stark' on her. Y/n rolled her eyes, ignoring both questions and walked out of the now damaged library. Helen followed suit.

-At least wait for Steve to return!- Wanda said. Thor jumped down, through the new hole in the ceiling and followed her like the others.

-Y/n, we're sorry! Look, I'm gonna fix the ceiling myself okay? Please don't go- Y/n's ached to see them upset, but she was tired. Too tired. She was afraid that if she had stayed more than she could withstand, their relationships could've been ruined. That was the last thing she wanted. She didn't knew exactly what was that overwhelmed her so much. She felt constantly tired and in pain, all the noise, number of people..it had become just too much. She needed to finish this pregnancy alone, or at least in a more quiet place.

She stopped in her tracks and exhaled silently. Her eyes passed through everyone in the room. Even in that moment, they were decimated because of the mission, yet there were still eight people in the room. When normally it would've been around 15. That's too many people.

-It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault, specifically. I just.. I feel overwhelmed. There's too much going on here at the tower. And for me it's like seeing life go on without being able to do anything. I need some space, okay? It won't be forever. Hell, if everything goes well it's gonna be a month, at best. But I really, really need a break. I am going to pack and leave by afternoon, when Steve returns, just send him to the address that I'll leave for him. Okay? I love you guys, you're my family and I wouldn't be where I am today without you. Its just temporary.- she smiled softly, trying not to get emotional. Wanda was visibly upset, on the verge of crying. The others just looked sad, maybe disappointed. But nobody said anything, so she turned her heels and went straight to her room.

By five pm she and Helen were already gone. The older woman called them a cab, the driver took care of their stuff and then they were gone. Y/n was silent during most of the trip, both because of the extreme tiredness and sadness. She never changed home since she moved to the tower. She also thought about what she would tell Steve. She knew she couldn't contact him, so she didn't. They had left two days prior, so it was a bit early to know when he'll be coming home. But she knew a hundred percent that he would've gotten to her even before going home.

The two women were headed to the older one's house, which was in Avalon, New Jersey. Helen had told her about her beach house, quite far from the city. Y/n did actually fall asleep after the first hour or so, they had around three in total so she didn't worry about not waking up. By her surprise though, she did sleep throughout the whole trip, and yet, she was still tired. In those days her head gave her particular discomfort, so any noise at all really disturbed her.

Helen woke her up gently when they arrived, the she helped her get out of the car. Meanwhile the driver, which was a quite young man, probably around her age, which was 27, with curly black hair, stubble and dark green eyes, took their luggage off of the trunk.

-That's all. Have a nice stay.- he smiled slightly. Y/n frowned, what about the money?

-How much do we owe you?- she asked sweetly. He waved his hand dismissively, going back in the driver's seat.

-The lady already paid me, I'm ok. Bye.- he waved goodbye and drove off. Y/n and Helen dragged the luggage insider her villa, by which the girl definitely was taken aback.

-You didn't tell me that you live in a Villa?-

-Maybe, but I did tell you that being a private midwife pays well. I also need space if I want to take people living with me.- she explained. The first thing that you could see was the huge open space which showed a not exaggeratedly large living room with a window door on the right, on the left there was the kitchen and in the middle a staircase.

It wasn't very decorated, but the light palette of the whole place defines had a calming effect. Y/n was so used to the high rise and high technology of the Avengers tower that she had almost forgot how nice and intimate a normal house could be.

Helen showed y/n around a little, then ended up in the spare room, which had a large bed, a balcony and some essential forniture pieces such as a wardrobe, a vanity, a full length mirror, an armchair.

-This is really nice, Helen.- she smiled tiredly, caressing her big belly while she walked around. But as she was walking towards the balcony, she had a slight attack of vertigo, and her knees buckle for a second. The woman was at her side in a few seconds, helping her onto the bed. Y/n huffed, the back of her hand on her eyes.

-Why am I so shitty? I was pretty good until a few months ago.- she whined, and Helen shook her head while she stroked her arm.

-Every pregnancy is different, Y/n. You're just tired, from the car and that chaotic place.- the disdain in her voice didn't really pleased Y/n, but she didn't say anything. She didn't have the strength and besides, it's not like she was particularly liked at the tower anyway.

-I'll get you a tea, be right back.- Y/n chuckled.

-I drank more of your Hungarian tea than water in the last months.- Helen pulled a tight smile.

-Well, it is a traditional recipe for pregnant women. Not that you seem to mind it either.- the girl relaxed her eyes and discarded her sneakers to the ground.

-No, it has a peculiar taste but not bad.-

-Good.- and with that she left the girl alone. Helen went down the stairs, and turned on the stove to warm some water. She then opened a drawer, forcing the wood layer to come up by using her fingernails, pulling out an old fashioned phone.

She went to the contacts and dialed the only one there was. She waited a few minutes, when someone picked up.

-Igen?-

-Közeledünk. Készülj fel.- she said, hanging up.

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Translation from Hungarian: ‘Yes?’ ‘We’re close. Get ready.’

Hiii, this is quite a short chapter but I wanted to end it with ✨ suspense ✨ the next one tho is gonna be way longer. Lastly, friendly reminder that my taglist and my ask inbox are open!

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