hi guys i dont know if anyone really cares but iâm leaving and not coming back, i had to get this off my chest im sorry ill miss my moots and everyone i interacted with

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hi guys i dont know if anyone really cares but iâm leaving and not coming back, i had to get this off my chest im sorry ill miss my moots and everyone i interacted with
Aphrodite who cries for the people who hurt themselves because self love is love too
Artemis who doesnât hunt animals anymore (humans do it enough) She now walks in clubs looking to hunt the real animal
Athena who donates hundreds of books to local libraries and schools
Apollo who watches all street musicians hoping their talents can get them a little money (He gives more than a little)
Dionysus who watches over everyoneâs drinks at the bar making sure they stay safe
Zeus who makes it rain for the couples that just want to frolic and dance and kiss in the rain
Hera who donates to womanâs and SA survivors shelters
Ares who is at the forefront of every protest because those are battles too
Hestia who holds and keeps thousands of secrets so the ones who whispered them into flame donât have to
Hades who letâs families get one last goodbye to a loved one before they die
Persephone who personally makes sure that the ones taken too early feel safe and secure in the Underworld
Demeter who gives Her best crops to food banks and homeless shelters
Hecate who is a street magician and does actual magical for the kids
Poseidon who finds the best seashells and leaves them on the beach for someone to find and treasure
the Gods arenât gone they ARE the little things in life
cocky nerdjo ! pt.2 | previous
á˘đŠ whatâs playing : mosquito by pinkpantheress
a/n: i know this is so short im sorry, i had a busy week and took the weekend to rest. also idk how to put more than 10 images on one post and i canât use tumblr on my computer𫩠what are we thinking ab making this a seriesâŚ
taglist ⥠@doktur2b @tlissablr @jazlinda @crazygirlmanx @leonkennedyscums1ut @usagi-kb-kc @zidiro @sugurushairstylist @elipsisx @stvrf1re4
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cocky nerdjo ! + bff suguru | next
first time writing for nerdjo kinda nervous
also please tell me you get the glee reference
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MEET THE ⊠FUSHIGURO FAMILY
Toji is a believer of third time's the charm (this is his 3rd marriage)
⤡ series masterlist â toji's dad lore
CW. smau / family au / cursing because he's an over dramatic girl dad / suggestive / fluff / crack kinda / ft. shiu & the divine dogs!
thinking about puppy!leb
it has been known that caleb is a dog. all his actions are just him being a dog. the way he follows you around the house making it look like he got a tail wagging fast. he got that puppy eyes on whenever youâre cuddling with him. the necklace that you gave him before he was leaving for skyhaven? that was literally a dog tag, a sign of claim from you on him. heâs not complaining either. he loves getting claimed and showing off how he belongs to you. his puppy eyes got even worse when youâre not showering him with praises. he also cooks good food for you, so of course heâs expecting a little praise. oh but his eyes are shining bright when you did give him. âgood boyâ is a classic but he loves that.Â
we donât talk about his rut. itâs the worse thing to ever happen. or maybe the best.  he would have you on all fours, your face is shoved onto the bed with his hand while he bucked himself into you from behind. âf-fuck- pipsâŚ! you feel so goodâŚ! iâm sorry-!â while maintaining his harsh pace. letting him fuck you during his rut truly is a mistake. all that man want now is breed and breed. âiâm gonna burst in you, pips- fuck-!â his thrust is getting faster as he could feel he was about to cum. your mind was numb from how hard he was fucking you. you could only stay there with your cheeks smooshed onto the bedsheet and take him. âs-shit, p-pips, iâm cumming-!â was what you heard before you feel his warm seed spilling into your womb. âlove you pipsâŚâ he leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and nuzzled your neck. you thought he was done before you feel his cock hardening again inside you. âiâm sorry pips⌠seems like i canât let you rest for tonight.  â¤ď¸â
âââ ę° á§ŕˇá§ ęą âââ
disagreement with boyfriend!nanami
arguing with your boyfriend over something so pettyâactually funny that it's still ongoing.
nanami kento made a vow to never let you go to bed with a heavy heart.
your boyfriend, who'd take the blame and apologize for every argument no matter who was at fault.
the same man who swore he'd love you even if you were a louse (put you on his head just so you'd survive typeshi).
it all started on a wednesday afternoon. sunlight streamed through the windows as you both curled into the couch. the tv played a movieâsomething about high schoolers singingâbut your mind drifted off elsewhere.
"are we meant to be?" you queried the man slumped against you.
"not really." he said, entirely unfazed.
"excuse me?"
***
it was day two of ignoring nanami.
he stepped into the bedroom, spotting you curled under the covers with your back to him. the room was dark except for the faint glow from the hallway.
"darling?" he padded over and gently sat on the edge of the bed.
he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face.
"i apologize but i still find the notion of fate disagreeable."
you don't respond.
"it could've picked anyone for me. any random person across town or some celebrity i don't like." you turn, glaring daggers at your boyfriend.
"fate didn't choose you." nanami said softly, like it was the most obvious truth in the world. "i did."
he turned his head slightly and tucked the duvet under your chin.
"i believe i chose you every single day since we met." his voice dropped almost to a whisper. "i chose to be the first one you see when you open your eyes. and be the last before you sleep."
his thumb brushes your cheekbone.
"even when my hair turns white. even if my skin starts to wrinkle. even if i won't be able to open my eyes. even if you can't hear me anymore."
a smile tugged at his lips.
"i choose you because you are my life."
"am i a pokemon to you now?"
kento, come back home. me and the kids miss you.
not proofread. dividers by anitalenia
study of alexandre cabanel's fallen angel but make it sephiroth
OBJECTION !
pairing: higuruma hiromi x fem!reader note: JJK Uâs law professor is hot! but thereâs no way heâd indulge in you, his teaching assistant⌠right? @hunnismokahâs law professor higu art has convinced me to write this hehe. also i know nothing abt law school bc Iâm a zoology major lmfaoooo, but I did a little bit of research. content: smau + written, fluff, slight angst, law professor higuruma, reader is a grad student and a TA for his undergrad class, drunk confessions, getting together, etc. fic wc: 600
â Ý ăŕżŕžŕ˝˛ŕžă ę° đ NANAMI KENTO might be the pettiest man alive . . . âŻâŻă ę° 1.3k ! ęą ăđ
contrary to outsider belief, your marriage to nanami worked remarkably well. too well.
a shocking revelation, considering you were âill-temperedâ while nanami had the patience of a saint, allegedly . . . .
the truth of the matter was that beneath the all the composure, politeness, and that expensive wristwatch kento always wore on his wrist, your husband unfortunately was just as much of a brat as you were.
if not, worse.
the two of you held grudges over the stupidest things imaginable: once, nanami corrected your pronunciation of âespressoâ during breakfast. so? you didnât kiss him goodbye before work for three whole days.
in retaliation, your coffee that he would make you each morning mysteriously happened to arrive without the three ounces of sugar you so adamantly required to â âbalance out the armpit taste.â
petty. childish. ridiculous.
yet somehow, these cold wars became the foundation of a deeply functional marriage.
satoru annoying his wife in the kitchen ŕ¨ŕ§
the kitchen smells like garlic, butter, and whatever expensive seasoning satoru bought last week because apparently âregular salt is boring.â
youâre standing at the stove stirring dinner while quietly regretting ever teaching your husband how to cook.
not because heâs bad at it, unfortunately, heâs annoyingly good.
but because now he treats the kitchen like his personal playground whenever youâre inside it.
âwhatcha makinâ?â satoru asks for the fourth time in ten minutes.
you donât even turn around. âfood.â
âwoaah,â he gasps dramatically behind you. âreally?â
you sigh.
already, you can feel him hovering nearby.
he never just stands normally either. no. he leans against counters dramatically, stretches himself over your shoulder unnecessarily, or wraps himself around you like an oversized cat who thinks personal space is offensive.
today seems to be one of those days.
before you can react, long arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.
âsatoru,â you warn immediately.
âwhat?â he hums innocently against your shoulder.
âiâm cooking.â
âand?â
âand youâre attached to me.â
âexactly.â
you close your eyes briefly. this man.
âgo sit down.â
âdonât wanna.â
of course he doesnât.
he rests his chin on your shoulder now, white hair tickling your cheek while he watches the pan like heâs genuinely interested in what youâre doing.
ââŚyer stirring too aggressively.â
you stop mid-motion, then slowly turn your head toward him.
âiâm sorry?â
âmhm,â he nods seriously. âthe vegetables are scared.â
you stare at him flatly, he grins immediately.
there it is.
that stupid grin that says he knows exactly how annoying heâs being.
âyouâre unbearable,â you mutter, turning back toward the stove.
âbut ya love me.â
and you canât even argue against it. because you do, way too much honestly.
you try focusing again, ignoring the way his fingers lazily tap against your stomach while he sways both of you side to side slightly.
for exactly twelve seconds.
then,Â
âbaby.â
you sigh. âwhat.â
âkiss.â
âiâm cooking.â
âmultitask.â
you snort despite yourself. instantly, he notices.
âthereâs the laugh i wanted,â he says proudly.
you roll your eyes. âyouâre acting like a child.â
âyeah, but iâm your child.â
âthat is absolutely not romantic.â
âworked though.â
before you can respond, he suddenly steals the spoon from your hand.
âsatoru-â
he takes a dramatic taste directly from it, humming thoughtfully like heâs judging a five-star restaurant.
ââŚneeds more love.â
you blink.
âlove?â
âmhm.â
âthatâs not an ingredient.â
âsure it is.â he points the spoon toward you accusingly. âyer cooking while annoyed at me. the food can tell.â
you laugh again, quieter this time.
heâs impossible.
and somehow fully aware that making you laugh is exactly how he gets away with everything.
he beams the second he hears it, immediately tightening his arms around you.
âthere it is.â
âyouâre insane.â
âand yet ya married me anyway.â
fair.
you shake your head, reaching for the spoon again, but instead of giving it back immediately, he lifts it higher out of reach.
âsatoru.â
âsay please.â
you narrow your eyes. âiâm going to hit you with this pan.â
âviolent. scary. terrifying even.â
ââŚsatoru.â
he grins, then finally hands it back only to immediately steal a kiss from your cheek while youâre distracted.
you let out an annoyed sound, but he just laughs softly against your skin.
âworth it.â
you swear he gets clingier the longer youâre married. not less.
because now he follows you everywhere around the apartment like he physically cannot handle being more than three feet away from you.
and the worst part?
youâre used to it now.
used to the random kisses, the constant touching and the dramatic whining whenever you donât give him attention immediately.
âbaby,â he says again suddenly.
you point the spoon toward him threateningly. âif you ask for another kiss while iâm holding hot oil, iâm divorcing you.â
he gasps loudly.
âwow. so this is what our marriage has become?â
âyou caused this.â
âfalse,â he says immediately. âiâm adorable.â
you finally turn toward him fully, raising a brow.
ââŚadorable.â
âmhm.â
ââŚnot annoying?â
âboth can exist.â
you hate that heâs right.
satoru notices your expression immediately and lights up like heâs won something.
âyou think iâm cute.â
âi think you should leave my kitchen.â
instead of listening, he pulls you closer again, large hands settling against your hips this time.
then, without warning-
he buries his face into your neck dramatically.
âmissed you today,â he mumbles.
your expression softens instantly.
ah.
there it is, underneath all the teasing, he just wanted attention.
you sigh quietly, setting the spoon down before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
immediately, he melts against you, completely.
âyou saw me this morning,â you murmur.
âtoo long ago.â
ââŚyouâre needy.â
âonly for you.â
his voice is quieter now, warmer.
and suddenly the teasing husband act slips just enough for you to see the softer part underneath it.
the real part.
you smile despite yourself, scratching lightly against his scalp.
âokay,â you whisper. âyou can stay.â
he lifts his head immediately, grinning like he just won the lottery.
âsick. whatâre we making?â
a/n : first time writing for gojo đđ yall is this mic on đđ. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
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Price looked visibly caught off guard of why Gaz has left so suddenly, so hastily.
But they didn't understand.
Only Gaz did, as he ran through the rain towards the house you two shared he remembered clearly with dread the words you told him after you accepted to marry him.
"I you ever cheat on me,I won't disturb you darling, it was your choice after all, but I'll disappear completely and leave you alone"
So that was why he felt like crying the moment he barged in your house.
"Darling!, Sweets!, please" where are you?"
He choked out helplessly and loud enough for it to echo through the walls.
He looked for you through all the house, instead he found empty spaces where your clothes were supposed to be, your stuff missing, and even your favorite cup wasn't where it used to be.
What did he find?, your rings, and wedding photos, both of them intact, his breath hitched, his heart seized on his chest, taking them with trembling hands.
"I am going to assesinate Mctavish"
Said the militarized man in his soul, but he shook his head, desperate to find you.
What do you do when the woman you've loved through hell and back was gone to the storm rain.
"Damnitdammitdammit" He felt a sudden panic, where the fuck were you?, he needed to explain Soap's shitty joke and that he would never cheat on you.
He thought about your favorite places, the airport, the park, the mall.
The city train.
That's it, with new motivation and throat tight he closed the house, put your rings on his pocket, and ran, ran as fast as he could, knowing you wouldn't go to far away.
Vs
You, who still sniffling but strong, still tried to move your backpack and stuff through the heavy rain with a tiny umbrella, and against the wind, kept walking, each step farther from the man you loved more than anything, but who you thought betrayed you in the cruelest way possible.
You felt one heavy bag get dirty with mud and get stuck in a hole, and cursing under your breath you helplessly tried to clean it a little and move it without your stuff getting on the dirty ground, the darkness wasn't helping you a lot plus the big achd on your chest.
"Move you stupid thing" you whimpered heartbroken, and then you heard a faint running.
Your eyes flickered up, scared, and then widened to see a flashlight.
And Garrick
You scoffed, hiding your relief through grief, glaring at him with teary eyes as he slowed his pace, unlike you who was breathless from running and crying, he was a complete mess, dirty, swearing, wet and.
Was he crying too?
"what do you want?"
You snarled heartbroken, hating how cruel you sounded, the bitterness on your soul speaking for you.
He flinched, slowly trying to step towards you as you both ignored the heavy rain.
You were about to step backwards, mumble a curse or snap at him, your insecurities getting the better of you.
But then he knelt down.
Kyle "I despise mud" Garrick, knelt on actual dirty mud that had rain water, grass and probably some dog's pee.
Looking up at you, he said the words you would still remember ten years later when you both had children and a bigger house.
"My dearest, the love of my life, you need to understand I would NEVER, and I mean NEVER. betray you, I love you more than life itself and I would rather die than see a single tear on your face, I promise on my still alive mother and the gods who keep me alive that I didn't make that stupid profile, it was Johnny, the bastard thought it was funny, I have proofs, and if I have to buy the sky to show you I would never betray you like that, I will"
He vowed, and suddenly you felt small, and dizzy, your husband, a man hardened by the years and the betrayals, was kneeling in front of you like out of a fairy tale, promising you the world the same way you did when you thought you almost lost him in that life threatening mission.
Everything felt numb when you felt your legs give out, hugging him and bursting into tears, not noticing the rain dimming, or the way he started fully ugky-crying too, getting up rith you against his chest, trembling at the thought of almost losing his entire world.
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Sleepy head. (Leon Kennedy)
Summary: Rookie Leon falling asleep on your shoulder by accident.
Somehow, your normal conversation with Johnny turned into âwhat kind of dog would you be if you were one?â
At first, it was just the two of you. You argued that he would be husky. Loud, obnoxious, always needs training or something to do or else they become destructive. Johnny argued and claimed that he saw himself as a rottweiler.
You stared flatly at him, eyebrows neutral and the corner of your lips slightly tilted downwards but your eyes held so much expression. âA rottie? Really, Johnny?â you ask dryly.
Johnny leans back on the sofa and shrugs, âIâm coolâ collectedâ and Iâd say Iâm pretty tough,â he says as if all of those were indeed true. Before you could rebuttal (because letâs be honest, you were going to), he starts talking again, âI think L.T would be just like Riley.â
Oh, now weâre talking about Simon.
The same guy that everyone fears speaking his name because as soon as anyone starts to say the first syllable of it, he hears it. Probably has gigantic ears under his balaclava.
âLieutenantâs a doberman, what are you talking about?â you raised an eyebrow, shifting in your seat a bit. You rested your arm on the back of the sofa and turned to Johnny, your legs curled up under you.
Johnny stares at nothing in particular for a second. In a way, it made sense. But he liked arguing, especially with you. âNah, L.Tâs not a dobie. You know what they say: your pets look like you,â he points out with a smug smile as if he won this argument.
âAnd you know how he looks, how?â you replied, raising an eyebrow. You rested your temple on the palm of your hand; the arm that was resting behind the sofa.
That shut Johnny up.
Because, yeah. No one knew what Simon looked like.
ââŚâm jusâ sayinââ L.T really gives off the vibe of a german shepherd. Protective, independent but always there for his teammates and⌠loves structure. Heâs noâ velcro-y like a doberman,â says Johnny.
You opened your mouth to reply but stopped yourself.
How do you explain to your fellow friend that Simon was a goddamn velcro? Itâs questionable how youâre sitting in the rec room and he hasnât barged in here looking for you already. Heâs always glued to your side to the point that the captain questioned if he was on any new medications.
âIf anything, I think he might be a belgian malinois,â Johnny adds, completely oblivious to your parted lips and mind. âAn absolute wanker on the field, crazy lad if I say so myself. Canâ control the man even âf yer yelling âcross the building,â he points out.
That part was true.
Simon tends to do his own thing until the captain instructs otherwise. You tilt your head a bit, lifting up your other hand, tilting it side to side, âehh⌠I see it. But I still think he gives off doberman,â you replied.
The door to the rec room opens suddenly, the quiet creek echoing between the four walls. Simonâs quiet steps thumped against the cold flooring as he walks in and stops right in front of the door.
Just staring.
He doesnât speak and neither do the two of you.
Simon just⌠stares.
Not like a man who caught two people in an act they werenât suppose to be doing. Not like a man who didnât mean to walk in on accident.
Just a man who was staring at his two teammates like he was anticipating their next movement.
You slowly tear your gaze away from Simon and give Johnny a side eye before slowly pushing yourself off the couch. âIâm⌠gonna grab some coffee real quick,â you say slowly.
As much as you adore Johnny, you had a winning streak when it came to your guysâ âargumentsâ and you are not going to lose it.
Making your way over to the counter, Simon immediately followed you over without a single word and grabbed a disposable cup from the cabinet, handing you one as well. He doesnât speak, doesnât even spare Johnny a glance, and proceeds to pour himself a cup of black coffee.
Johnny watches the quiet interaction, taking note of how Simon hadnât moved from his spot behind you. He shouldâve gone over to a chair and sat down by now. Instead, he was standing behind you as you made your bittersweet coffee, filled with sugars and creamer.
âBy the way, I still think youâd be a husky,â you spoke up, turning around to face Johnny. You mixed you coffee with a clean spoon, walking about to him.
Simon follows along, trailing behind like a lost puppy but never once made any effort to join in on the conversation. Instead, he sits down in one of the armchairs across from you and Johnny.
The younger male doesnât respond to you. Heâs had his eyes on Simon the entire time and thatâs when the puzzles start connecting in his brain.
The amount of times that Johnny had witness Simon following you, the times where heâd would step in between you and some bad-mouthing recruit, and the amount of times that heâd always seem to nudge youâ intentional or not.
âAre you two fucking?!â Johnny spits out.
part two: unreleased.
neighbor!simon riley and the mundane tasks he does to make things easier for you
when you first moved in, you were wary of the big, brute of a man that lived next door. you'd seen him, for the first time, taking his trash to the end of his driveway for the garbage truck to pick up while movers lugged boxes and furniture inside your house. he spared a single glance, offering a nod at your small wave before retreating into his house.
you thought that was that.
for weeks, you lived without any interaction. settling into your new home, coming back and forth between the hardware store and your house for new projects. taking out your trash before you go to work. you'd seen him take out his own trash once, but you watched from your window, so he never noticed.
you felt weird doing it. watching the thick muscles of his biceps flex against his filled out sleeve, dusting his veiny hands on his jeans before adjusting his balaclava. you wondered why he wore it, but you moved on. you'd likely never interact.
until a couple weeks later, you had arrived home with new groceries. a lot of them. it would take multiple trips that would make your arms ache.
you barely opened your trunk when a dark mass appaeared at your side. you gasp in surprise, head craning. damn, he was taller than you thought.
without a word, he reached in and grabbed at least ten grocery bags with ease. it didn't even seen to bother him as he carried it into your garage and to the door. he didn't struggle to open the door, inviting himself in and leaving you dumbfounded.
what the hell?
the next time his weird behavior manifested was when you were at work. you got a notification from your doorbell camera about some movement, expecting a salesperson or jehovah's witness. instead it was your neighborâthe one who's name you still don't have.
he carried a tackle box, and you were about to speak to ask what he was doing when something compelled you to just watch. he seemed to take apart something on your porch, taking and replacing a piece of the light before screwing it back. he left without a word.
when you got home, your porch lights shined brighter than beforeâthey were dim and on the verge of burning out. why would he do that?
you wanted to confront him, but you appreciated these small things. he still appeared out of thing air to take your groceries in, leaving before you could thank him.
he even started pulling out your bin for you, sitting it at the end of the driveway and dragging it back to the garage when the truck came by.
it perplexed you. why was he doing this for you? did he do it for his other neighbors? he had to, you couldn't be that special.
so you continued living life, welcoming the small actions as they made everything easier. besides, you enjoyed the company, even if he never said a word to you or looked in your direction.
the first time you approached him was on the drive home when a light appeared on your car's dashboard. you had no clue what it meant, though you probably should've. when you arrived home, you debated taking it straight to the autoshop, but instead you tried your luck with your neighbor. he likes to help, so you're guessing he wouldn't mind.
with a soft knock to his front door, you stood waiting patiently, and wait you did. a few minutes later, you contemplated turning back because he wasn't answering the door despite being home (his car was in the driveway).
just as you turned, the front door creaked open, revealing your neighbor clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, balaclava shoved on haphazardly. his chest glistened with water as it glifed down his skin. oh fuck.
you could barely keep your eyes off his toned chest, abs flexing under your gaze before they snapped back to meet his dark ones. he lifted his brow in question.
"uh, hi." you said awkwardly, rocking on your feet. you hadn't even properly introduced yourself to the man, mostly because he disappeared so quick that you didn't have the chance. "a light came on in my car, and I was wonderingâ"
the door shut mid-sentence. it left you dumbfounded, mouth hanging open in shock as you stare at the door like it may open again. maybe his generous actions ended at bringing the groceries in. maybe he didn't want to get dirty after just showering. you couldn't expect the man to be ready to help any time you needed it.
after a minute of contemplation, you turned to walk back down the path. you'd have to get it to the mechanics and figured out how much it'd cost you.
when you reached the last step, the door opened again. still shirtless but now looping a belt around his jeans, he walked out, bare feet padding on the concrete. he nodded to your house, signaling you to lead.
you lead him back, hand him your keys and let him do his thing because now you get a free show. his muscles flex as he works under the hood, dirtying himself in a way that's sinful. after a while working in the hot sun, you go inside and bring back a drink, which he gratefully acceptsâstill without saying anything.
he's a bit weird, refusing to talk to you, but he's fixing your car so you can't complain.
"is this your official uniform to fix all your single neighbor's cars?" the words slip out before you can stop them. mortification warms your face, but it forces a deep chuckle from your neighbor, whose eyes crinkle under his mask.
he glances up at you, dirt smearing his skin. "only the pret'y ones."
your heart flutters. his voice was deep, gruff, like he smoked cigarettes, but it was satisfying to hear.
"so you do talk." you tease whilst biting back a smile. you'd finally gotten words out of him. a small victory. "what's your name?"
"simon."
"really? you look like a greg."
he shakes his head with a smile and continues working, leaving the two of you in silence. what you don't know is that simon's heart is nearly pounding out of his chest. it's beating so hard, he's worried he'll break a rib.
simon has been working up the courage to say anything to you every time he helps you, nervous as hell to talk to his pretty neighbor who he likes to help. hell go home and think about that interaction for daysâor until you ask for his help again.
You leaned back against the bed, tears on your eyes, they fixed on the photo of the Tinder profile on your phone, you read Gaz's profile.
Was all what was on his profile plus a blurry photo of him.
tall, military man, loves pancakes
His hands were also on the photo, flexing perfectly to draw any women's eyes.
But there wasn't one thing.
The expensive wedding ring that matched yours, which was on your wedding finger.
The same ring he held in that private mission, right after the kind of missions that makes you remember you aren't eternal.
"I promise to be with you, next to you, till the day I die, there's nowhere else I'd rather be were I could be half as happy as I am with you"
Those words, the sweet memory of them made an ugly sob leave your throat and you threw the phone to the side carelessly.
Vs
Gaz who snatched the phone from Soap's prying hands
"Fuck off mate!, I hate those dating apps shit, and I'm married!, don't you get it?, MARRIED!"
Gaz practically yelled to a laughing Soap, frustrated, he tried to delete that profile, but he was old, and that was noticeable on the weird way he was holding the phone and the even weirder match he had with "Melissa" that sounded a lot like your best friend's name.
It was Ghost who finally hit the back of Soap's head, which made the Scottish yelp, and said coldly
"Not all of us has a wife and kids to go home, Johnny, delete that shit from his phone"
With a terrifying glare that made Soap gulp awkwardly, and take Gaz's phone.
"M', sorry mate, Ghost's right"
Before he could do anything,a small ping was heard from an upcoming notification, Roach read the phone silently before he got a little pale.
"What?" Gaz asked with dread.
Roach cleared his throat, reading out loud the most recent message from Melissa.
"You're a fucker, asshole I'm sending this to your wife"
Before getting blocked.
They all stood frozen as Ghost's eyes fixated on how Gaz's expression crumbled, but before letting the tears fall off he snatched his phone, muttering a curse, grabbed his jacket and left the pub, heart shattering into a million pieces at the thought of you crying in your shared bed.
Something about pricr not showing up for his own kid's graduation, couldn't be bothered when "it's just uni, sport. I'll be there for something important, yeah?"
And you fully expect to find no one sitting in the seat you pre-emptively reserved, all too hopeful that your dad would finally see you. Except...it's not empty.
Ghost is sat in your dads seat.
Ghost, the man who practically saved your degree when you were on the verge of a breakdown and dad was on vacation. Found you crying in a gas station parking lot and recognized you from price's wallet.
And....it feels weird, ghost where price should be, almost like you're replacing your dad...but it's also nice?
Ghost has always been there when you needed him, more than your own dad ever was.
He drives you to get shitty fast food afterwards in celebration, hand heavy on your thigh and you don't try to stop him. Of course you've thought about it, but never acted on it...
Not until ghost pulls over on the back roads, parks his truck in the start of an empty field and lays you down in the dirty bed of it. Rough hands pulling your thighs open, a mouth leaving bites against skin. He makes you feel all the things you missed out on, too busy studying for your dads approval.
He groans "fuck, kid, can't believe i waited this long. Didn't want to distract you." When he ruts into you, thick and hot and too big for you to do anything other than gasp.
That night, you sleep in ghosts bed and not once does your dad call asking where you are. Seems like you made the right choice.