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Gary/roach headcanons?

Hello friend!! This is my first request for Roach!! Thank you so much for requesting!! Sorry It’s not very long, most of these are based off of stuff that can be found in the games but some are just from when vibe i get from him.

I hope everyone enjoyed their holidays!!!

|| Roach Relationship Headcanons ||

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

couldn't find a good gif for him, sorry {{{(>_<)}}}

I am a strong supporter of the mute Roach agenda

Him teaching you sign language

I can see him as being super touchy, he loves holding hands

He is always amazed that you always know what he wants without him really having to sign it

He is not very coordinated (ie why hes always falling in his game)

I can see Soap teasing him about you

Greatly dislikes the cold/winter

Super determined in everything

Has a high pain tolerance

Like imagine him getting a deep cut and you freaking out and he is just like *shrug*

Loves to impress people, will try to showoff when first meeting you

Soap describes him as “loyal to a fault” in his journal, so expect a very faithful lover

Fiercly protective

Ghost has taught him the ways of the “mean glare” and he uses it to ward people trying to hit on you away

Writes about you in his journal while he is on missions

I also imagine he adresses to you in his journal and will let you read some pages (some of them he’s embarrassed about)

He would talk to Ghost about you too

The type to get very excited when he comes back home to you, I’m talk the “picking you up and spinning” type of excited

Unlike Ghost, he isn’t that shy about his face, he just perfers to hide it when he is working

Partly because he doesn’t want his face to be traced back to you

He also just likes to keep his work and home life seperate

Would be the type to have a special, secret page in his journal that’s a letter to you incase he were to pass away while on the job

He likes writing because he can put all the things he can’t say out there

(In a universe where he and Ghost survive) he would be pretty scared on fire

Imagine you comforting him after a nightmare

Likes when you wear his jackets

I get the vibe that he has a motorcycle (idk i just do)

Loves to take you on late night drives when he needs to clear his head

Would encourage you to write a journal while he is gone as well

Imagine you just trading him when he comes home and writing little notes in the marigins of the book

You jokingly calling him “bug-boy”

It turns into his petname

I imagine he has quite a few burns due to the headcannon he got his name from a bunch of close encounters with explosives

A very good listener

Probably played sports in school

The type of guy to just pick up bugs and even snakes and be able to name its exact species

Likes kids and is good with them

Likes reading with you

Hi there!

So I just read your rules and I hope I'm not disrespecting any

So Price x son! Reader (platonic of course) where price invites 141 to his house and find out he has a son. I just have this stuck in my mind where the son (adopted or biological, I don't care) walks into the house and there are these Buff military men and he's just like "dad there are weird man in our house" or the son just opening the door making eye contact with everyone and just slamming the door shut after about a minute.

Sorry that this is so long, I hope you can work with this somehowe

Have the greatest day :D

I absolutely love your idea anon! I find it really wholesome. And I don't mind if it's long, the longer the better in my opinion. I hope this is what you wanted, thank you for your request, and have the greatest day too mate^-^

Papa Price is real

Summary: Your father is finally coming home from his job for a while but unknown to you your father is bringing home some guests and maybe you might get along with them better than your father thought.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, fatherly love, light swearing, gen z stuff<33, he/him pronouns (the reader is around 15-17), mistakes, a little rushed/short

Character(s): Price x son! Reader (platonic)

Ever since you woke up you had a huge smile on your face, I mean who wouldn't feel that way when they found out that their dad was coming home last night. You almost couldn't sleep from the news alone.

You even made sure to wear the hat that he gave you when he last visited. It was an otter bucket hat.

It almost felt like it had been an eternity since you sat down on the couch waiting for your dad to come home, glancing at the clock every 2 minutes. But the time that you went to check the time again it'd only been 3 hours, making you groan loudly.

"Hun? what's wrong?" your mother would call out to you from the kitchen, knowing why you acted like this she missed him too but nevertheless she still asked. a soft smile grew on her face as she look towards your direction.

"I feel like I've aged 50 years!!" you would shout into a pillow, having nothing to do but sit there and go on your phone from time to time, leaving your mother to laugh to herself and shake her head.

It had almost been 5 hours and you felt like you were going to pass away until you heard a knock on the door.

He's here

Your mother didn't have time to move before she saw a flash of you sprint towards the door, a wide grin spread across you face as you opened the door.

"Father dearest-"

"..."

SLAM

Last time you remembered your father didn't have a mohawk and a baby face or a skull balaclava- which you must admit was fucking cool. wait. Where are you getting robbed? No, if you were they wouldn't knock...unless they are just really shitty at their job.

Which what you had frantically pieced together you quickly grabbed a pillow and opened the door again, ready to throw said pillow at the first person you see. Leaving your poor mother to process what you were doing.

"You have a son!?-"

Headshot!

"HA L"

"[Name]-" That's when you froze and looked at where the voice came from, it was your dad! So you weren't getting robbed.

"Dad there are weird buff men in front of our door."

"Alright..."

Things could have gone worse but they didn't! After papa Price explained who they were and why they were here you 'apologised' to the mohawk man who was called soap, which was weird but you don't judge.

You were just talking to the group of buff boys, calling Soap bestie whenever you had the chance while your father helped your mother make dinner. The boys trying their best to understand the things you were talking about, Gaz being the only person understanding half of what you were saying since he was the youngest out of the task force.

"My mother's cooking is bussin'"

"Excuse me???"

A/N: I really hope you liked this because I don't know if I did that well with this :')

The Most Humane Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (WIP)

Yandere!Mold Ethan Winters x GN!reader

EDIT: I was going to do this as one massage oneshot but after checking the word count (5889) I think it would be better to break it down, don't want a repeat of Stay With Me. Therefore this will be the first part.

Summery: Childhood friends of Ethan Winters you watch as the blond man grow into a fine adult, someone caring and devoid of any malicious capabilities. As time grows you soon realize that you love the adorably dumb man, Ethan was everything in your eyes. So when he marries another person by the name of Mia it tore you to pieces, especially when you come to learn her true nature. Cruel, manipulative, and cold, safe to say you hated her in every way. Regardless, Ethan loved her whole heartedly and you did your best to support him. One day Mia goes missing from her "babysitting job", days turn to week, and week to months, Ethan was a wreck from the anxiety. And despite all feelings for Mia and for Ethan you buried them alive, stepping in as the supportive friend Ethan always knew you as. Apparently that was not enough as without any notice Ethan was gone, out on an adventure to save his wife. This left you alone with no idea of what happened to the man you loved, left alone for weeks and months. Just you and your thoughts.

That is until Ethan returned, changed by the experiences in more than just emotional trauma.

Tags: Heavy Angst, some fluffy moments, yandere themes (lighter side), Ethan being turned into a mostly mindless mold monster, character violence, mentions of abuse, jealously, mentions of depression and eating disorder, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers (?)

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Late light illuminated the hallow room of your bedroom, an auburn colouration of the dim light painted the side of your face as you stared at the celling. By the Gods so much has happened, you don't even know how it all arranged in the way it did. Like the natural chaos of pulling threads of a rug, it unfolded everything taking the neat patterns and pristine image made of a thousand little strands carefully weaved.

The slight pull of a inky black arms grounds from your thoughts, encasing your waist in a comforting matter you turn to face the man who owns them. Sound asleep, like a delicate angel despite his current... disfigurement.

Ethan Winters could never be dirtied in your eyes, he was always beauty to you.

Many months earlier, news of the greatest misery for Ethan cursed his ears. Mia was missing, all the man knew is that she went overseas to 'babysit' some rich spoiled brat. You didn't buy that bullshit story for one second, Ethan on the other hand the story was a hook-line and sinker. It blackened your light heart even more than this blood-feud of jealousy Mia caused you. How could such a perfect man end up with such a horrible woman?

How cruel were the gods?

You thought that Mia was going overseas to sleep with other men, sugar daddies or something along those lines. It seemed to fit her character, especially when she would 'work' for days on end and not even tell Ethan. The amount of times he'd call you in an anxious panic asking for your advise.

"should I call the police?", "What if she's hurt and not contacting me because of that?!". The echo of the fearful words reverberated in your mind like a hollow cave, every time you would have to calm down Ethan from jumping off the rails. Ethan was never the fearful or anxious type, but there was one thing about those he loved and that was protective and giving to a self-sacrificial fault. The perfect combination for someone who was manipulative and the 'taker' in a relationship. You hated every time Ethan retelling the newest issue with Mia, how even before they got married there were so many issues. And despite all of that he stayed with her, Ethan was so forgiving and blind with 'love' that he didn't see the countless red flags or your disapproval. You tried your best to gently lead him to his own conclusion of how abusive Mia was but Ethan never did, for a man so smart he was also so fucking stupid. The breaking point was when Ethan called you about Mia being cold and snappy at him again, this time she worked for an entire week without ever coming home or telling Ethan where she went. Then when she got home avoided Ethan completely like he wasn't even there, you were reminded of how Ethan could barely articulate himself through snot-filled tears.

Full ugly crying, hick-ups included.

She wouldn't even let Ethan touch, hug, or kiss her. This, as unfortunate as it is was "normal" behavior, what finally pissed you off is when Ethan told you when he went to hug her anyways because he was so thankful Mia was back unharmed, she scratched him across the face. Years, upon years broke out in less than minutes as you finally spilled out all the hate you had for that woman. Going from a silent ear that listened to Ethan occasionally offering physical comfort and advise, to spouting how abusive Mia is and how she has been taking advantage of Ethan for YEARS! No longer could you try to delicately allow Ethan to come to his conclusion, he needed a reality check. Now.

But as fate has it the opposite affect happened than what you were aiming for, Ethan became defensive which caused you to become for offensive and reticule Mia even more. Ethan dug his heels and defended her actions tooth and nail, which caused you to get more frustrated and angry. This soon turned into a full argument where the both of you were crying as you yelled at each other, you desperately wanting Ethan's safety- emotionally and mentally, while he wanted you to stop slandering his wife!

In hindsight you should have seen this coming, of course going out with teeth and claws was going to cause Ethan to become defensive and therefore do Mia's work of legitimizing her abuse. Regardless of innocent intentions the actions had consciences, negative ones. Ethan yelled at you to leave his house at once, heart broken and frustrated you obeyed out of respect of your friendship. Ethan didn't talk to you for weeks, what used to be a bright and bubbling friendship with the two of you talking almost every break turn into agonizing radio silence. You waited by the phone just hoping he finally understood what you mean, harshness and all, and come to... say anything. Apologize was not the right word, just validate your words or at the very least say he didn't hate you.

But Ethan never did.

Weeks turned and passed like breaths in the vastness of unwavering time, taken and gone.

You knew what you had to do and you fucking hated it, but it was for Ethan. Always for Ethan. Picking up for your phone after another sleepless night you opened and started texting him,

Hey, 8:34am

Do you have time to talk? 8:35am

You stared into the screen as the moments passed by, moments into minutes. Minutes that made another string of silent tears slipping through your closed eyes, pressing your forehead against the glass screen of your phone silent praying to every deity you know by name for something, fucking anything.

Nothing.

There was nothing else you could do, nothing but wait. You didn't want to get up out of bed, you didn't want to get dressed, and you most certainly didn't want to bother bathing or eating anything. But this would be the fifth time already if you ignored all basic needs, with lead in your heart and tips of your limbs you swing your body into action, using their own heavy weight to start the motion. Groggily you start to move towards the bathroom, turning the water to a boiling hot temperature before removing your clothes and standing under the water. The hot water felt like it was melting the matts and knots inside your flesh and bone, leaning your face right into the stream stung but felt nice at the same time. Your phone played music as you washed yourself, taking the scrubby trying to get the weeks worth of anxiety sweat and depressive neglect out.

The music is interrupted for a moment which you didn't may much mind to, engrossed in the enveloping sensation of warmth of your ever-cold soul. However, once you did step out you check your phone and saw a single message from Ethan.

I don't want to talk. 9:15am

Quickly your fingers start typing as water still dripped of your naked body.

Please Ethan, I want to apologize 9:17am

In person 9:17am

You bit your lip in anxiety as you waited for a response, you just got his attention and if you lost Ethan now you would never forgive yourself. Losing Ethan because of your lack of control when it came to Mia, if your friendship ended this way you would never forgive yourself. Your phone pinged.

Okay, I can talk 10am before work 9:19am

You collapsed by the sink as tears of joy started to fall, water pooled around you as you stayed down. So much anxiety, relief, stress collecting and releasing all at the same time. You were going to set this straight or at the very least try.

10am rolled around and you stood in front of Ethan's house having the same dread building inside since the text, this was it. You already wanted to break down and cry but you can't, not yet. You needed to be strong and face this, for Ethan.

Three strong knocks to the door echoed out and the silence was painful as you waited, slowly the sounds of footsteps came muffled from inside until they were at the other side of the door. Slowly the door opened to a solemn looking Ethan, you smiled meekly before greeting him. He didn't respond, obviously Ethan was still pissed at you and it shattered you more. Already so close to breaking,

He steps aside and allows you to come in, taking your jacket in the process you set it on a chair before speaking. "Don't worry, I wont stay long. I just need to apologize and I'll be out of your hair."

Ethan didn't respond, just stood where you could only see his back. You mind echoing and circling with all the most negative thoughts, like a stream that couldn't end. A dam with a crack that turned into the tsunami that came crashing on the unexpecting town, unable to do anything but watch and death approached with a speed that was impossible to outrun.

Ethan sat down on the couch and stayed silent, you cleared your throat and opened your bag to uncover your gift. A loaf of bread.

"It the rosemary garlic sour dough you like, I figured I'd have to come with a peace offering at least." You smiled timidly again as Ethan's eyes scanned you again, there was something going on behind then and the worst part was you had no idea of what it was.

Awkwardly you set the still warm loaf on the coffee table and sat down, "I came here to apologize, that much is obvious so I'll just start."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry being an asshole of a friend, I'm sorry for slandering your wife and worse yet in a time that's already so stressful for you." You start the long winded apology, staring at the ground too scared to see what Ethan is expressing during it all.

"I know you know I don't exactly have the best of feelings towards Mia, and as your friend I should be setting that aside because she's your wife. If she makes you happy then that's what matters." There was a moment of silence as that same anxiety burned black in the bottom of your heart, you knew the next part wasn't going to be easy.

Ethan went to say something but stopped as you continued, "But that's not the only thing I came here to say, I feel like you deserve a little more than that. You deserve an explanation."

"I've known you for so long Ethan, and the truth is I've had a crush on you since graduation of highschool. As the years went by that crush turned into love." You finally turned to face the man, he had this vacuumous look on his face.

"When you married Mia I was bitter, jealous. Still am. I did my best to support you while hiding my feelings and well, you know how well that went." Your voice started to waver.

"The point of telling you this is not to guilt trip you or make you feel worse but rather to just get it off my chest. I know how awkward it is to have your friend around when you know they have feelings for you, especially when your wife is not far away. So if you want to end our friendship because of it I won't blame you, I won't fight it, I'll go and you don't have to feel any guilt."

"But its your decision, I just ask you do me the common curtesy of telling me."

Silence screamed between the two of you.

"That's all I wanted to say," You start to stand, pull your coat and bag from the chair you set it on and opened the door. For some reason you stopped and almost turned back to Ethan but you stopped yourself halfway, one part of you wanted to say goodbye knowing fully well this might be the last time you ever see the man you loved. Another part told you already said enough, to say anything else would be more cruel.

So, you didn't.

You silently closed the door behind you and walked down the pavement back to your car, got in closed the door and drove off. Silence filled the air and nothing beyond the constant rubble of the vehicle was heard, only by the time you were halfway home did the tears start.

And they did not stop.

There was nothing on your end for weeks, you assumed Ethan took the logical conclusion and ended your friendship.

Only he didn't tell you anything,

'That's fine, its understandable' you lied to yourself. The deep depression you fell into begged otherwise, it was the only voice of truth in your ever-spiral of lies. You woke up, got dressed, sometimes bathed, ate the most pathetic breakfast, went to work, got home, and stayed in bed until you fell asleep. Often skipping dinner you lost a lot of weight, quickly, unhealthily. Other people at work complimented you on that unhealthy habit, saying you look so good because of it and that you weary complexation was just a 'adjustment period' of you diet. Because clearly you were on a diet and not starving yourself because you were in the deepest depression you have ever been in your life. One part of you was so bitter at the at the mouth-breathing morons around you, all praising your clear withering body because of their equally abusive mindsets. The other part so engrossed in your misery that you can't even expend the energy further than a rough sigh through the nose before going back to that chaos.

Meanwhile with Ethan he thought about your words, all the little puzzle pieces that he never bothered to look at before finally fell together to finish the image. It all made sense suddenly. He wanted to say something, talk to you and tell you he still likes you. Ethan still wanted you around and be with him, but he couldn't say anything yet because his own guilt eating himself alive. This entire time you supported Ethan with his issues with Mia and never once spoke of how you felt, his own best friend in love with him and he was talking about his relationship issues. Ethan wanted to punish himself for all the years he made you suffer in this misery, in silence. What was it, since highschool? That means you've been suffering for thirteen- fifteen years?

Gods, Ethan felt horrible.

Thinking of your words during the argument made so much sense now, and the worst part was that Ethan was finally starting to understood what you meant by Mia 'not being the best person'. This entire time Mia was mistreating him and Ethan was so engrossed with having the 'perfect' life that he never saw it, he just wanted to have a happy family he willingly ignored it. Tears started to pour out but for a different reason,

More time passed as weeks grew longer, that was went he finally received a message from Mia. At first he was so thankful but then Ethan reminded himself of everything he learnt- or rather finally discovered, but she was in trouble. It was an email with nothing more than a video where she talked to the camera clearly dirty and terrified, despite everything Ethan still felt a little love for her. He didn't want to see this woman suffering, he wanted to save her. Ethan finally came to a conclusion, he would go out to help Mia with whatever is going on. Once things settled down he'd devoice her and then talk to you, Ethan didn't know what else after that but he knew that he wanted to still be with you. Not that he had much time to think about it as Ethan quickly packed his bags and got ready to return to Louisiana.

Things never went as plan did they, being captured by the Baker family, Mia going psyco on him, the infection, the mold. The entire time though all Ethan could think about was you, how you were always there. When he was sick and Mia was out 'working' you'd come over and offer some soup you made, it was always delicious. When he was bed ridden you stay and help out so he could recover, listen to him mope and whine, then sleep on the couch. You were always there to celebrate his promotions as a software engineer, take him out drinking and do what he wanted to. Be the shoulder for him to cry on.

Ethan wanted to make things right again.

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Self aware tsum tsum Wesker blurb idea from a friend :D

You just got your new little bean guy, and you’re so excited to have him. He fits in your hands and on top of your head, in your hoodie, in your shirt, in your pockets. Anywhere he fits, he sits. Work or study, he’s with you.

However you were not expecting a very loud response when you left in another room to grab something. It had you running back into the room wondering what made such a noise. Low and behold, it was the tiny Wesker plushie you now had. He seemed angry, although he did always look angry.

You blinked as he turned his little body to you. He wobbled side to side to walk, and it was so cute to see his already chubby cheeks puff up in anger.

You bent over to look at him better as he waddled over to you, nearing the edge of the desk you left him on.

“You left me here!” A very indignant tone called from the tiny plushie.

Blinking at him, you wondered if you really just heard your plushie talk to you. He huffed again as you stared down at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t just stare at me! Pick me up!” He demanded, almost childishly. You did as told and held him in your hands once more.

“Now don’t leave without me again.” He huffed, getting comfortable in your hands, like a small rabbit. Wobbling side to side to face the other way to see where you two will be going next.

Sometimes We Say Things We Don't Mean | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader | Angst with Comfort

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Alcohol consumption, verbal fighting, decent apologies, hangover, hurt/comfort, this is kinda shite, randomly named character that doesn't matter but they needed a name so 🤷🏻

Request; "reader gets super fucking drunk cuz them and ghost had an argument earlier and they dont know what to do and ghost finds them about to pass out and goes wa wa wa and then they wake up and they hug because ghost thought he was gonna lose them"

A/N; I'm sorry this took so long but for the better part of a month i was like "wtf am i supposed to write for the fight" and then went "ohhh, i can search why couples fight". so work it is!

2.0k words

Y/N leaned against Ghost as he cooked dinner, a comfortable silence between them. He had come home from a long mission, not more than a week ago, and Y/N had missed him the entire time. Now that he was home, they could have gentle moments like this. Ghost could enjoy simplicity in domestic life for a change.

“I like it when you’re home,” Y/N murmured, watching Ghost cook from behind him. His arms were wrapped around his torso as he worked on a soup. “You should stay home more often.”

Ghost’s stirring faltered and he stiffened under Y/N’s embrace.

“I…” He started, grabbing a bowl of mixed spices from beside the stove, “Price informed me about something going on in Eastern Europe… They leave on Tuesday.”

Y/N moved to rest his chin on Ghost’s shoulder, side-eyeing him. “What do you mean by that?”

He didn’t respond, simply swallowing down the uncomfortable feeling in his throat when Y/N pulled away from him to lean on the counter and face him.

“No, don’t ignore me,” Y/N demanded, staring at Ghost, who avoided eye contact at all costs.

“He asked me to go with him and the Task Force to-”

“No,” Y/N cut him off, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean ‘no’, you aren’t going.”

“What makes you think you have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“I don’t, it’s just,” Y/N stared at his socks as he grew aggravated. “You’ve been home for 5 days. You would leave in, what day is it… Sunday? In one day?” He asked, glancing at Ghost. He had turned off the burner and pushed the pot onto the back burner to settle, turning to face Y/N.

“Yeah,” He responded curtly.

“You think that’s okay? Just, being gone all the time?”

“It’s my job.”

“Well, yeah, I get that, but you can turn this one down. You can spend some more time with me. Price didn’t give you an order or anything, right?”

“That’s not how that works and you know it.”

“I know…” He sounded dejected, embarrassed even. “I just… I miss having you here…”

“I know, but I have to do this.”

“Why?!” Y/N shouted, startling Ghost, who jumped at the sudden noise. It wasn’t often that Y/N would yell. He was rather soft-spoken and understanding, so it was almost scary to see him so upset. “Why can’t you be here?! Just for a few more days, that’s all I want!”

“I-” Ghost choked, eyes scanning Y/N’s face.

“I’m sick of it! I hate you leaving me for weeks on end, months, even, and once you come home it’s- it’s all you talk about! Work! I hate it!” Tears beaded in his eyes as he screamed. “I just- I want you, Simon!”

Ghost stared at him speechless. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to articulate a sentence, for the right words to say that would soothe the ache in Y/N’s heart. Nothing could come to mind.

“You said it was okay when we started dating,” He said, eyes dark. Y/N scowled, hot tears falling from his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“This wasn’t what I signed up for. Being neglected.”

“Neglected? Are you kidding?”

Y/N huffed. “It’s not my fault that I feel like y- you love your job more than me.”

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. It always is, isn’t it?”

“S- Stop it! That’s not wuh- what I meant-”

“No, but it’s what you thought. Listen, I like what I do. You can suck it up and deal with it.”

“I- I know you do, I just-”

“Stop stuttering, for fucks sake!”

Y/N choked out a sob and felt his knees wobble. He puffed out his bottom lip slightly and stared at Ghost with a hurt look. When Y/N was anxious, he would stutter. Ghost knew that he was insecure about that.

“I-” He paused so that he could sound out every word without stumbling over them. “I hate you.”

Ghost twitched, hands flexing around nothing.

“Then leave,” He said without thinking. Y/N whimpered and shoved past Ghost before he could process the words that spilt past his lips.

By the time he did figure out what he said, the front door had slammed shut and Y/N’s coat was gone, his house key still on the hook. He took a shaky breath and walked to their shared bedroom to lie down and cool his head. Maybe a walk would help Y/N regain his thoughts.

“And then- he- he made fun of me,” Y/N sobbed, choking on tears while he drank a beer. “Then he told me to leave.”

“Oh, my god…” The bartender murmured. She was one of Y/N’s close friends, and he always took the bus to get to her bar when he was upset. “What a cunt!” She exclaimed. “I can’t believe you’re dating that bastard!”

“Ally, gimme a scotch,” He said before finishing his beer. “And another beer.”

That went on for some time. Drinking and sobbing and ranting, Ally listened to every word with a comforting presence.

“Do you think…” Ally turned her head from where she was fixing someone a pint of Guinness, “that it’s my fault?” Ally turned back to the glass, placing it down so it could settle, before walking over to Y/N again.

“Maybe a little,” She said, reaching out to wipe his cheeks with a towel that was in her apron. His face was burning hot, and his eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Y/N cried harder at her words, and she continued to wipe them off his face. “But you came from a good place. You should talk to him with a level head.”

Y/N looked at her with snot running down his nose. “He hates me.”

“No, I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, darling.” She walked back to the Guinness to fill it the rest of the way before handing it to an older gentleman who took it with a smile. Y/N watched her as he felt the beginning of a migraine seep through the back of his skull, creeping into his brow bone and making the back of his eyes ache. Beer doesn’t substitute water well, especially when you’re expelling all of it through your face for hours on end. His eyes drooped and his head felt heavy, so he went limp and let his forehead smack against the bar.

“BloodyJesus!” Ally jumped, glaring at Y/N. Her gaze softened at his pitiful figure: an odd bloke, drunk off his arse, sobbing in the furthest corner of the bar. It was a miracle he hadn’t thrown up yet. “Christ, don’t you dare blackout in my bar, Y/N.”

Ally’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and she fished it out to check the caller ID. ‘Simon’. She huffed and picked up, pressing it to her ear and being met with a very frantic Ghost.

“Have- Have you seen Y/N? We had a fight, he left and I- He hasn’t come home yet. I’m worried,” He said. He sounded close to tears if they weren’t already falling. A thick frog in his throat was making him choke on his words.

Ally sighed and looked at Y/N, who had managed to lift his head and reach for his unfinished beer. She smacked his hand away and grabbed the glass. “I’ve got ‘im.”

“Fuck, thank god. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“What? It’s a 20-minute drive, how the hell are you… He’s hung up on me,” Ally groaned, pocketing her phone and dumping the beer in the sink. Y/N whined at the sight but didn’t audibly complain. Not in English at least.

“Gimme another,” He slurred, leaning on one of his arms. Ally shook her head and tended to another customer, fixing him a glass of whiskey and setting it in front of them.

She glanced at the front door when it burst open not 10 minutes later, slightly peeved at the sudden loud intrusion, and more so at the fact that it wasn’t a regular. Her eyes softened, however, as she saw that it was Simon. He was frantically scanning the room, noticing Ally and rushing over to her before seeing Y/N, utterly ossified and nearly asleep.

“You get this drunk out of my pub,” She said. He nodded and wordlessly helped Y/N up, wrapping an arm around him before deciding that he would fare better at bringing him home by lifting him up. Ally watched as Ghost lifted Y/N up onto his back with ease, piggybacking him.

“Thank you,” He said quietly. Ally shook her hand and shooed him, desperate to get this show out of her pub and back onto the streets where it belonged. As the door closed behind Ghost, one of the men sat at the bar looked at Ally with a confused face.

“What the feck was that holy show?” He asked, leaning forward as if it were a secret.

“Two very sad man-children.”

Y/N woke up in bed with a hangover feeling entirely shattered. He groaned and shrank back under the blankets, burying his face in his pillow to avoid the blinding morning sun.

“Oh my god…” He whimpered, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingers and groaning again. He heard the bedroom door open, but couldn’t will himself to look over to see who it was.

“Good morning,” Ghost said, walking beside the bed and setting a cold glass of water on the nightstand with 3 Dexibuprofen and a Lucozade Sport. “For your hangover.”

Y/N poked his head out of his little cocoon to look at Ghost, who was now crouched down to be eye level with him, his eyes welling up with tears at the stupid, sorry look on his face. Y/N reached out his hand and cupped his face, rubbing his stubbly cheek with his thumb. Simon leaned into his touch, eyes glossy as he looked at Y/N.

“ ‘M sorry…” Y/N whispered. His head was throbbing, but Simon was here in front of him and that was good enough for him. “I don’t hate you…”

“I know,” He responded, cupping Y/N’s hand and moving it to press a kiss to his palm. “You worried me.”

He blinked away his tears and leaned in to kiss Y/N softly, who welcomed it tenderly, holding the back of Simon’s neck. He pulled back and rested their foreheads against each other, gazing into each other's eyes carefully.

“Could you,” Simon whispered, “say that you love me?” His voice cracked at the end, his face reddening slightly with embarrassment as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I love you, Simon,” Y/N said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I love you.”

“Take your pain killers,” He said, pulling away from Y/N so he could sit up enough to drink the pills down.

A wave of relief washed over his face when he swallowed a mouthful of cold water. It felt as though it went straight to his migraine, cooling his brain that was aching. His eyes finally felt like they weren't going to pop out of their sockets.

Simon watched as Y/N began to relax. He drank so quickly that water dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Simon smiled at Y/N with a certain fondness that was reserved just for him. A smile that only he had seen, or one that maybe Soap or Price would see a glimpse of when thinking of him.

Y/N finished the glass and set it on the side table, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and looking at Simon.

“Will you lay with me?” He asked. He looked tired again, and Simon felt tired, too.

“Yeah,” He said, crawling into bed with Y/N and laying with his head on his chest. “I love you.”

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I really enjoyed your story a part two would be lovely but do not push yourself and have a lovely day

GHOST (mw2) X MALE READER (platonic) PT2

woooooo yeah baby, thats what ive been wait for, thats what ive been taking about, wwoooooo, another installment of my poorly planned fanfic

as perusual: sorry for any typos, and do not expect some grandiose writting, i am not that smart

CW/TW's: toture, gore, vomit, if i should add more just tell me and i will

I throw on a shirt. A button up. Not one I chose myself, but its not like I hate it. Its ugly but in a charming way. I put on leather boots, keeping the pants I wore to sleep on. Its not my best outfit, but considering how little sleep I got last night, I don’t anyone will care. I sure as hell don’t. 

I leave my room, entering into a hall. The cold concrete  below me tapping under my feet. I stop in front of ghosts room. I hear talking on the other side of the heavy metal door. Faint, but still there. The guards posted in front of the door ask me if I want in. I tell them no. I want to get somethings first. I wonder the halls. Looking for the stairs up. The building were currently holed up in (and have been for awhile) is some old abandoned hospital. When we first set up here, it was trashed. To this day  It still doesn’t look very homely, but its better then it was.

Ive been stashed away in the basement, Also where the interrogation room is set up. i find the stairs, ascending up to floor level. I make my way to the current medical ward. there are so many people. You wouldn’t expect this place to be so packed, but it almost always is. Most of the people here are good. Civilians. Simply people in need of doctors, but without the money to get any. Cant say the same for the people stationed in the basement.

“hey.” I try and get the attention of one of the makeshift medical staff. His name is Chester im pretty sure. “shit-“ he turns around, startled. he was tending to some random sick person. Cant tell why their sick though. “(reader)!” he sounds pleasantly surprised. Like meeting an old friend unexpectedly. Weve only really ever talked a few times. “I need bandages.” I tell him. He looks around, a but confused, “uhm…” he takes a second “do you mind if I ask why? Or is that.. uh.. can I ask why?” he lowers his voice into a whisper for the last bit, leaning in.

All the ‘doctors’ know who theyre working for. The same man im working for. But that’s about all they get to know. We bring them medical supplies so that they can help their towns people. in return, they fix up anyone we bring to them, no questions asked. It’s a covert deal, and they arent aloud to talk about us. If they did, my boss would probably anonymously tell the police what they have set up here. Only one of the doctors has a medical license.

“the bandages arent for me” he understands that he isnt gonna get much more then that, nodding and leading me away from his current patient. He takes me to a closet “bandages and stuff are in here,” he opens it, “can I ask what type of wound your bandaging?” he asks, leading me in.

“I don’t know.” It sounds like a copout, but I genuinely have no idea. It could be anything. Cuts, burns, chopped off limbs. “oh wow.” He looks worriedly, searching through the random supplies. He hands me a roll of white bandages, “here” and then he goes back to looking around. “what are you looking for?” I peek over his shoulder. “well your probably gonna need more then just the plain bandages, even if we don’t know what you gonna have to fix up.” he hands me some bandage tape. “thank you” I tell him.

we part ways, and I start back to the basement. Stopping on my way to ghosts new room to get a bucket of water, two rags, and a towel.

I stop in front of the door, there isnt any talking now, nodding to the two guards. They go to open the door, but its prematurely opened by someone else. Im greeted by a man covered in someone else's blood. The man with the cart of torture supplies. The butcher. “hi-“ my voice cuts off. “hello.” He looks down at the assortment of things Chester handed me. He grunts, pushing past me, dragging his cart behind him. Its bloody. Very bloody. there are a few loose teeth on it that werent before, and it leaves a trail of blood behind him as he leaves.

I enter the room, hastily met with the smell of blood and vomit. I turn my face, it smells fucking awful. The door is shut behind me. The table has been moved off to the side, and ghost to the middle of the room. Hes covered in his own blood. “hey..” I let out. I try not to let my concern waver my voice. Ghost groans, and then ends up in a coughing fit. His mask is off, but his head is dropped down, facing the floor, blood soaked in his hair. I go over to the table, dropping my supplies down, and picking up his skull mask. “would you like your mask back?” I ask, turning to him. He just coughs more. Im pretty sure he coughed up blood.

I get up closer to him, placing down my bucket of water, his breathing hastens, he turns his face away. It takes a moment for it to click, “oh shit-“ I look at the rag in my hand, “im not gonna water board you bro, I swear.” I panic out, trying to make him less weary of me. 

It doesn’t work much, and he tenses everytime I move. Pulling up my sleeves, I dip the rag in water, and then start to clean out his wounds. There are different kinds. Some deep gashes, some circular holes in his skin, others bruises so blue youd think it hurt his bones. I don’t really get a good look at his face, even while I try and get blood off of it. he moves his face away everytime I try to touch it. its Understandable, but it makes things much more difficult. 

I give up on trying to clean his face, and just put his mask back on him. He immediately seems more comfortable, still incredibly tense, but less so then before. I continue to clean off all the blood on him. Its tiring. Eventually its done though. I wrap the towel around him, covering him and helping him dry all in one. I get up, and grab the bandages, and tape. i get back to him, placing both on the ground. I open the package for the bandages. 

I cover up most of the big gashes, and even a few of the smaller ones. Im covered in dried up blood now. I clean up around his chair too. Just getting blood up off the floor. Theirs vomit beside him. I begrudgingly clean that up too. I throw the second rag into the bucket. Taking a deep breath ones ive left the floor.

“thanks” ghosts voice sounds hoarse and it cuts out at the end. I go sit up in the table off to the side. “whens the last time you slept” I ask him the first real question of the day. Its quiet for a few minutes until he responds, “four days.” I mouth a ‘wow’ under my breath. I hold my breathing in thought, puffing out once I get to my conclusion. “ill let you sleep the entire time im here.. which should be..” I trail off thinking and doing math in my head, “two hours I believe, if you tell me what you guys know.”

He doesn’t respond. “what about a hint.” I smile at him. “no” his voice sounds more firm. The smile doesn’t fade. “fine, then you wont sleep for another day.” I hop off the table, and get onto the chair that was discarded next to it. Theres still paper and pencils, and so I start drawing. I draw him again. Its quiet in the room for nearly 20 minutes, I look up from my drawing every now and then to make sure he isnt asleep.

Hes falls asleep. I throw a balled up piece of paper at him. He startles up, looking around frantically to assess the situation. He drops his head back once he realizes it was just me. “if you had given me that hint I would have let you stay asleep” I taunt him. “fuck off” he blurts out. Hes getting comfortable, that hes just tired enough to not give a shit.

It gets quiet again.

“you know what-“ I look over to him, getting out of my seat and sitting on the table again. “if you tell me about your family ill let you sleep..” I pause, “that or your name” he looks me dead in the eyes, then up and down. Silence. “how’d you know about my brother?” he asks. A surprise for sure. “we made a little file on you, figuring out everything we could before we ambushed you. It was in that file… one of the few things about you in that file, and not just about ghost.”

“I am ghost.”

“you are a ghost.. you know how hard it was to find that out about your brother? That you even had a brother?”

“that’s the point.” He says in between coughs

I take a deep breath in and out. “I guess it is.” I say looking off.

A silence settles again. For about five minutes. He stares at me for three of them before looking away. “my brothers name was tommy.” I snap my head towards him. I didn’t actually expect him to tell me about his family. “is that so.” I inquire more. “he had a kid.” He continues. “and where is that kid now?” ghost doesn’t answer.

“and what about your dad?” he doesn’t respond, just like last time. I sigh. i want more, but technically he followed the rules I had. “you can sleep.” I jump off of the table, and get back to my drawing. Ghost gets as comfortable in his seat as he possibly can. Wasting no time to getting to sleep.

An hour and a half pass by. Ive filled the entire page with drawings. Ghost is sound asleep- the door starts to open. Shit. “HEY-“ I greet the person at the door loud enough to wake ghost up. “your back early,” I turn to the door. And ghost hurriedly wakes up. “(reader).” ‘The butcher’ greets me back, waving one of his hands stiffly at me. 

“uh- can we have a few more minutes?” I rush out as the large man starts hauling in his cart into the room. He stops in his tracks. Slowly turning to look at me. “your time is up.” fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck “yeah but… i-I I was- I was starting to get somewhere with my… interrogation.”

“where?”

“he was starting to talk about his- uh his family and-“

“the boss doesn’t want to hear about his family.” He cuts me off

I look to ghost, and then to the man in front of me. “yes but-“

“why are you wasting my time (reader)?”

He cuts me off again.

I mumble and apology. I really shouldn’t have fucking done that. Shit, all cause I wanted to show ghost my stupid drawing.

He leaves his cart next to ghost, who has started hyperventilating. “you gave him bandaids.” He points out. “I didn't want him to bleed out.” I  had already thought of an excuse. “I didn’t say you could give him bandaids.”

“yeah but he was probably gonna die”

“I didn’t say you could give him bandaids.” He turns to me. “yeah and the boss didn’t say you could kill him,” I retort.

He picks up a pair of pliers, holding them so tight his knuckles turn white. Hes threatening me. Fuck. “im sorry, I just didn’t want valuable intel to die.” I soften my voice, trying to de-escalate the situation. He turns back to ghost. I start to leave. “your not aloud to leave.” He snaps his pliers a few times to emphasize.

“come on man-“ I turn around towards him, my voice breaking. I don’t want to be here. He hums a bit, snapping his pliers a few more times. He doesn’t respond. “ill get you those drugs you wanted.” He stops humming, and lets the air fill with silence. “alright, you can leave.”

I practically run out of there. I feel bad. I feel bad for ghost. I feel bad about having to steal from the med ward. Shit. I really wanted to show him my drawing. I bet he would have told me it was cool. I get to the showers upstairs, and I wash all of his blood off of me. Then I go to my room. I put the drawing next to the first one. Hopping onto my bed.

If I get caught stealing ill be as good as dead.

hiiiiiiiii i see you made it to the end again, blushes

if everything goes to plan there should be at least five chapters of this fic when im done

Price gesturing to the burnt porridge: So tell me about it

Y/N: Started to make it.. had a break down- bon appetite

am i odd for thinking biblically accurate angels are absolutely cool looking 😭😭

You, an immortal, have spent your entire life being a professor. Today, a new student signed up to your class, who happened to be a familiar face. Turns out, they already took one of your classes; 200 years ago.