He leaves in the taxi watching as his beloved waves goodbye.
Christmas eve, a letter from him from months ago swore things were going well and he'd be home in no time.
A knock on the door.
Two men looking solemn as they hold a folded flag and present dog tags to shaky hands that belong to someone whos heart now feels as empty as all the space their husband won't fill anymore.
He was right in the end, he was home by christmas. But he never promised he'd make it back alive.
Reader advisory: 18+ NSFW, slightly cnc (stalking), male x female reader
A/N: hey all 12 of you in the ghosts side of the fanbase…I JUST MADE SOME BULLLLLSHIT
there’s not nearly enough kick fics out there rn…so allow me.
I wrote this while drunk btw
Kick had been suspicious of you since the day you joined the team. What was Merrick thinking? Letting a pretty young thing like you onto a team full of wolves. Surely you wouldn’t be able to keep up, right? And If you could, how?
Kick wondered what your angle was, and he was determined to find it.
He’d spent weeks collecting tabs on you.
He watched you from across the chow hall as you picked at the less than appetizing food, he took note on the way you handled your rifle with quick precision, carefully disassembling and reassembling it with the same suave efficiency that you had when you’d take the shot. He noticed the way you interacted with the other members on the team, how even the toughest of nuts to crack like Keegan and Neptune seemed to like you, and of course how the younger more impressionable members such as Hesh seemed to fall head over heels for you, completely at your mercy. He even took note of your workouts, particularly the way the fabric of your gym shorts and sports bra seemed to hug each and every curve during, further adding to your feminine allure, and tacking onto some rather confusing emotions for himself. Despite having learned your routines from the moment you’d enter the base to the exact time you’d leave, Kick couldn’t place his finger on it…something was off with you.
He needed to dig deeper.
One night while you were still at the gym, he had snuck into your room in the barracks. It was easy enough for him, he used a code he had pulled from a database to swiftly punch in the numbers on the lock pad and enter your room. He did a quick scan of the room, impressed by your tidiness. He noticed a small mirror with a light attached on your desk, along with various hair and makeup products, each smelling better than the last. He looked to his right and noticed a small kitchen nook that held a pink coffee pot, various mugs, a hand soap, and portable stovetop. Your bed was neatly made, soft and fluffy blankets draped over the mattress with a few stuffed animals propped up against the pink pillows.
Cute. He thought to himself.
He continued to scan the room before something caught his eye.
Bingo.
Your laptop sat neatly on another desk, closed, but exactly what he needed for digging up dirt. He opened the laptop slowly, pulled out a small SD card, and carefully slid the chip into the port. Kick pulled his phone out to make sure he was patched in. He smirked to himself under the mask. On his screen he saw himself, and the entirety of your room, his full dark gear a stark contrast to your soft and feminine room. He knew it was wrong, to watch you like some kind of stalker, but it was his job..and he needed to find out what you did in your spare time. If something struck him as odd, he’d just dial into your computer like he usually would. Watching you through the camera just…gave him a better advantage.
Yeah. A better advantage. He thought to himself.
Give her the benefit of the doubt.
The next few nights were quiet. You’d get up, do your daily routine, come back to your room, shower and go to bed. Plain and simple. You hadn’t even questioned why your laptop had been left open. You just went about your days as normal.
“Heh.” Kick chuckled to himself as he typed away at his computer.
“Efficient tracker my ass.” He muttered. “Can’t even tell when someone’s watching you…and Merrick expects you to assist me on the next mission? Please…” he grumbled to himself as he watched you type away at your phone as you laid back in bed.
Kick sat at his desk, typing away at more boring mission reports he had been putting off until the last minute. Though, nothing said he couldn’t keep tabs on his favorite suspect while he worked. Besides, having a pretty face to observe while he worked made the grueling task all the more exciting.
You remained still for the next 30 minutes, on a seemingly never ending scroll through your phone. Kick thought it was endearing, in an invasive sort of way. You were both enjoying each other’s company, even if one of you didn’t realize it.
“What the fuck am I doing…” kick groaned, leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s..she’s perfectly fine. There’s nothing wrong with her..” he slid his hand down his face, dragging his mask slightly as he did so, tired amber eyes opening halfway. “I’m just being such a fucking…”
He paused.
You were sitting at your computer, upper body in the frame as you squinted at your screen.
Kick clenched his jaw.
Shit. He thought.
You seemed to be typing something, but why the sudden move to your laptop? Did you have extra work you had forgotten about? Were you trying to search something? Had he been made? Kick was itching to check, but he knew he was already in deep, and he had told himself he’d only go deeper if he found something to be suspicious of.
He Inhaled sharply, his pulse racing. He felt his palms grow sweaty under his gloves, and he couldn’t shake the thought that you knew.
Suddenly, your confused face shifted into a neutral one, and you swiftly left the frame. Kick nervously leaned forward, elbows resting anxiously against his knees, fists balled up against his chin.
Where’d you go.. he thought to himself.
He then noticed a lightswitch in the corner of the frame flip on, and heard the sound of running water.
He exhaled sharply.
“She’s just showering..” he mumbled.
Showering.
An image flashed in his mind. One that he grimaced at. Not out of disgust for you, but shame for himself. He was already in deep, but this little mission he was on was strictly professional. Even if it was solo.
Wrenching himself out of his twisted thoughts, he turned himself back to his report.
Maybe thinking about a mission i nearly died on will get my mind out of the gutters. He thought to himself with a frown.
He continued on like this for a few more minutes, aimlessly typing away on their previous mission. The screaming bullets, the sounds of enemies and allies shouting, the bloodshed. Each painful detail, right down to the weather in the sky and the bugs on the ground, mapped out.
His concentration was snapped in half as he saw a shadow move on his phone screen. His attention snapped back to the small monitor, and he noticed something that made his jaw drop.
You were wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The fabric clung to your torso so perfectly, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Your glistening skin, your damp hair, the steam rising off your body, it almost made Kick burst a blood vessel right then and there. He felt his breathing getting deeper.
You grabbed one of the beauty products on your desk, the lotion. You squirted a generous amount into your hands, and slowly began to lather the cream onto your body. You covered every curve, every crease, slowly, delicately, intimately. Kick clenched his jaw once more, trying his hardest to push his unholy thoughts down.
You finished with the lotion, and moved to sit at your desk, still wrapped in the soft towel, cleavage ever so visible in the frame. It was almost as if you were staring straight through him. Looking into the camera as you began to take a comb to your hair, starting at the ends and slowly working your way up, just as you had with the lotion that softened your skin ever so delicately.
Kick swallowed hard.
She’s just looking into her mirror…she must have moved it when I wasn’t paying attention…why did I take my eyes off her? He questioned silently.
But he pushed the thought down. He just continued to watch you. He watched as you carefully brushed your hair, carefully detangling each strand, the softness of it as it began to dry out. He watched you carefully reach for your makeup, the curve of your eyeliner with fierce precision, the way your lipstick glided across your plush lips, the curl of your mascara against your sweet lashes that always seemed to bat his way.
“Fuck..” he muttered to himself.
You carefully applied the finishing touches onto your makeup, staring into the camera for a moment before you reached for your setting spray, locking your makeup in for the next few hours. You closed your eyes as the mist landed across your carefully crafted face, before you opened your eyes to stare into the camera once more, painted lips curling into a smile as you slowly set the bottle of spray down.
Kick swallowed the lump in his throat once more, feeling a familiar ache beginning to form in his trousers.
You suddenly did something that he wasn’t expecting. Something neither of you had expected tonight.
You moved to the side of your bed, and quickly dropped your towel, body fully exposed and bare towards your camera.
Kick’s breath hitched, soft amber eyes widening as he watched you strip bare before him. He only caught a glimpse of your backside, and the smallest glance at the soft curve of your breast, before you slowly crawled into bed, completely hidden under your covers.
You settled in, and grabbed your remote. You quickly flipped your tv on, and scrolled for a few long minutes, flipping through channels and getting as comfortable as you possibly could under the covers.
Kick watched intently, the tent in his pants growing as he watched you indecisively flipping through whatever bullshit tv show it is you wanted to watch. He knew what he wanted to watch. He just had to wait and see what the endgame was.
You finally settled on a romcom, not quite hallmark, but not necessarily rated R either. Something to suit your late night. Calm, feisty, and seductive.
The next 40 minutes were nothing but you tossing and turning, or sitting perfectly still against your pillows as you watched the movie.
Kick couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You looked so pretty, so soft sitting against your fluffy sheets, and knowing of the figure imprinted in his mind that lay underneath them? He couldn’t help but palm at his jeans, biting his lip as he felt the relief ease up ever so slightly.
Finally, the two actors on the screen began to share a passionate kiss. You perked up. In turn, kick perked up as well. You watched on for a few more minutes, the scene progressing from a passionate kiss into a hot make out session, and finally the actors clothing began to seemingly melt away from their bodies, hands beginning to wander, and the sweaty bodies joined together in blissful coitus. You watched on, cheeks heating up under your makeup as you watched the scene unfold, and Kick watched on as you watched, hearing the soft moans coming from the tv as you watched intently.
You sat up, careful to keep the blanket pulled to your chest, and reached for something in your nightstand.
Kick raised an eyebrow under his mask, hand steadying on his bulge.
What are you up to girl? He thought as his eyes tracked your movements across the screen.
You pulled out a purple vibrator. It had a curved tip, and a little lower, there was another tip curving inward. It looked metallic, and heavy, so Kick suspected it may have been electric.
He let out a soft gasp.
Were you seriously about to use this in front of him? He thought as a bead of sweat began to run down his temple, more so out of arousal rather than anxiety.
You slowly drew the toy into the soft plush of the covers, a soft buzzing sound erupting from them, before it continued steadily. And along with the soft humming, came a blissful expression to your face.
Kick bit his lip, then clenched his jaw as he reached for his zipper.
You writhed underneath the sheets, head tossing back as your mouth parted, a soft gasp escaping your lips.
Kick gasped simultaneously, pulling the zipper down as fast as he could and heftily pulling his cock from his pants. He wrapped a fist around it, giving it a few firm strokes before he was at full mast.
You brought your free hand up to your breast, massaging it firmly as your mouth fell fully open, a soft moan escaping your lips as your vibrator drug across your clit, the tingling sensation overwhelming your senses.
And Kick watched it all. Every moan, every gasp, every little movement, just made him fist his cock faster. His breathing was heavy now, reports long forgotten, as he watched your pretty face contort, and your body writhe under the covers. He began to pump his shaft faster, and the louder your moans got, the more worked up he got.
The couple on the screen gasped, the screen cutting to a blissed out shot of the woman’s face, with a moan escaping her lips. You let out a whine, pressing the vibrator past your folds, pressing a button to activate the toy, the electricity snapping to life and starting to thrust the toy in and out of you automatically.
Kick let out a deep groan, his teeth grinding as he heard you gasp and shift under the covers, hearing the mechanical sounds of the toy as it began to move, wishing so desperately it was him there in place of it. He watched as you fucked yourself, hearing the slick sounds of your pussy underneath the covers, and he tried to match your rhythm, soft gasps and groans leaving his lips as he watched you play with yourself. Even though he couldn’t see you, he had seen enough to conjure up the naughtiest image within his mind.
Your hand fondling your breast slid down your torso and to your clit, swiftly replacing the toy, turning it off and tossing it aside. Your fingers grazed across the sensitive bud, and you let out a moan. Kick moaned as well, running his thumb across the tip of his cock, collecting pre cum and using it as a lubricant for the rest of his cock. You slowly began to move your fingers in tight, firm circles, letting out the most pornographic moan you could muster up, your upper body curving up, causing the sheets to slide off ever so slightly, your hardened nipple poking out. Kick gasped, fisting his cock faster, letting out a growl as he watched intently now, vein popping out of his forehead and sweat beading at his temple as he shifted his hand along his shaft. You could feel the pressure building in your core. The hot, deep magma bubbling up. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. Kick grunted.
“Baby c’mon…I need you to cum for me…I’m almost there..”
Your breathing picked up, and your body began to tense. Kick knew exactly what this meant. He began to pump himself faster, all cautions thrown to the wind as he carelessly let out the most pitiful whimpers and whines, grinding up into his fist as he watched you thrash beneath the covers. Your face lit up, moaning loudly as your whole body suddenly began to contort, shake, and spasm. You let out a drawn out scream, a breathy gasp tailing it. The curve of your exposed breasts, the way your face scrunched up in orgasmic bliss, the deep perversion of it all, made Kick break like a twig. He erupted, his cock twitching as he roared, spurts of cum hitting his chest, not caring one bit in the moment of the repercussions. He painted his uniform, and groaned as he gave a few more sloppy pumps to his cock, before he crashed back against his chair, panting heavily, cock twitching in the aftershocks. Your face was heated, body glistening slightly, though whether that was from sweat or the lotion, was a mystery Kick was happy to leave unsolved. He panted, staring at you through the tiny screen, as if he had just seen the most erotic porno of his life.
But, after a few drawn out minutes of you both coming down from your orgasms, you moved.
You sat up quickly. Tossing your legs over the bed and placing your feet against the cold tile. You slowly stood, the covers dragging off of your shoulders as you turned towards the camera. Kick’s breath hitched as he watched you slowly stand from the bed, your legs shakily carrying your bare body towards the computer. Once you reached it, you reached one arm up to the corner of the screen, then your eyes moved directly into the eye of the lens. Kick stared back. With a smirk, you quietly muttered.
“I know you’re watching me you filthy perv…so why don’t you come and get me.”
Before you suddenly pressed a button on your computer, disconnecting the signal.
Kick shot up, not caring about his cock freely out, his chair flying back with the speed of him flying up.
His heart rate picked up. His body felt ice cold. He almost felt sick.
But a sudden smirk crossed his face.
Underneath his mask, he was grinning.
You knew.
You really were as smart as Merrick said.
But now that you knew, he didn’t have to pretend he was just watching out of suspicion now.
He wanted you, and he wanted you all to himself.
He quickly turned off his phone and shut down his computer, pushing his cock back into his jeans and turning swiftly on his heel as he made his way to the door, pulling it shut with a slam.
What are the boys reactions to y/n surprising them with some lingerie?
I couldn't decide if I wanted funny or feral… so I went with both!
🤍 Funny Reactions
♡ Keegan P. Russ
He’s trying to be normal. He’s TRYING. But you walk in and the man short circuits.
Blank stare. Slow blink. Drops whatever is in his hands. Phone? Gone. His soul? Left his body.
“…What the fuck… you tryin’ to kill me?”
Tries to act cool. Fails. His foot catches on the damn bedframe trying to get to you.
Bonus: Because he’s a panties-in-the-pocket kinda guy. You’ll catch him sneaking them later like a crow hoarding shiny things.
♡ Alex “Ajax” Johnson
“Oh, hell YEAH!” Full-blown party mode. He’s clapping like a seal and gassing you up, “Look at you! Fuck a snack! You're looking like a whole damn buffet!”
Trips over his own shoes trying to tackle-hug you. Probably flexes his biceps for no reason at all.
Keeps saying dumb shit like “My heart can’t take this” while visibly thriving.
♡ Jonathan “Kick” Kukowski
Immediately takes a picture.
“Gotta… document this… for science.”
You snatch his phone, but he’s already got it memorized like a certified little freak.
Bonus: Accidentally blurts out that he is gonna buy you a lingerie that looks like rita repulsa mid-compliment and now you’re both blushing idiots.
♡ Thomas Merrick
Slow, controlled inhale.
“…You wearing that for me or planning on giving me a goddamn heart attack?”
Lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile. One eyebrow goes up. You get the silent nod of “you’re mine now.”
Will definitely say some old man line like, “Didn’t know Christmas came early.”
♡ Logan Walker
Immediate deer-in-headlights. His brain pulls the emergency brake.
Looks you up and down then immediately looks AWAY because this man is shy.
“Uhh… fuck… you… you look… yeah… that’s illegal…”
He’ll mutter “Goddamn” under his breath every five seconds.
♡ David “Hesh” Walker
Whistles, hoots, and hollers like you just walked onto the Super Bowl halftime show.
“DAMN, baby! Who you tryna seduce like that? …Oh wait… ME.”
borderline barking like a feral dog.
he will pick you up like you weigh nothing and take you to his bed.
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🔥 NSFW Reactions
◇Keegan P(ussy destroyer) Russ
Full-on predator mode. You don’t get two steps in before you’re pinned. Doesn’t even let you take the damn thing off—he just moves it aside.
“You wanted attention… you’re gonna get it, sweetheart.”
The type to fuck you with one leg over his shoulder, growling in your ear while tugging at the lingerie so you hear it stretch. Expect some light ripping and an aftercare lingerie shopping spree.
You barely make it to the bedroom before you’re flat on your back with his teeth on your neck, snarling like a starved wolf.
“Fucking knew you’d pull something like this… thought you could walk around dressed like that and not get fucked stupid?”
You don’t get kisses. you get bites. Not romantic, claiming bites. He’s pulling your hair, folding you in half, fucking you until you’re sobbing, shaking, apologizing for teasing him.
Breed Me™ intensity. Ruined sheets. Scent all over you. Whispers in your ear: “Look how much cum I stuffed in you. Pretty little thing made to take every drop.”
◇ Ajax
Pure, unhinged enthusiasm. Man is so vocal. dirty talking, moaning, worshipping every inch of you.
“God, you’re gonna fucking kill me,” while literally acting like you just gave him oxygen after years underwater.
Will make sure you come twice before he even thinks about getting his dick wet. Loves you perched on his lap, bouncing like his personal pornstar.
This man loses his GODDAMN MIND. Clothes? Gone. Bed? Optional. He’s got you bent over the kitchen counter, one hand choking you while the other’s yanking your panties to the side.
“Put this shit on just for me, huh? You’re a fucking problem, baby.”
He’s laughing. cocky, mean, taunting all while your knees buckle under you. Doesn’t stop until you’re incoherent, drooling, probably asking any God that will listen for forgiveness.
Finishes all over your back, wipes it off with the lingerie, puts it back on you, and makes you strut around the house wearing nothing but his cum.
◇ Kick
Feral gremlin energy unlocked. Will beg you to keep it on. “Keep it on, just… fuck, keep it on for me.”
He’s a nasty talker. praise, filth, the works. Loves fucking you in front of a mirror so you “see what you’re doing to him.”
Eats you out like it’s his last meal, panties pushed to the side, legs shaking.
Immediately on his knees. tongue out, eyes glassy like a feral pup. “Gonna fucking wreck you, sweetheart… fuck, I’m gonna make you forget your name.”
You’re pinned against the mirror, panties to the side, thighs trembling while he devours you like a man possessed. Multiple orgasms before his cock even comes out.
When it does? Hoooo boy….all the positions i talkin’ mating press, facing the mirror, hair yanked back so you watch yourself fall apart. Spits in your mouth mid-thrust, tells you to “swallow it like a good girl.”
Leaves bite marks everywhere, panties ruined, and you can’t walk for two days.
◇ Merrick
Slow… intense… dangerous. He undresses you piece by piece like a goddamn romance novel villain.
“Gonna ruin you so good you forget your own name.”
Makes you ride him while he’s sitting back, big hands guiding your hips, whispering how fucking perfect you look. Strong praise kink, will literally make you cry in the best way.
Growls in your ear, voice dark and filthy, “You know exactly what you’re doing. Now take what’s coming to you.”
You get pinned against the wall. legs shaking, drooling, begging. while his hands are everywhere: choking, spanking, owning.
No breaks. Fucks you through the mattress. Presses you down with his full weight, breeding you so deep you swear you feel him in your throat.
Nasty praise: “That’s it, let your Commander ruin you. Gonna make you my personal cumdump. You like that? Yeah, you do, you filthy little fucking slut~”
◇ Logan Walker
Shy at first… then you awaken the monster.
Loves it when you take charge. straddling him, pulling ?
“On your knees. Now.”
The MOST possessive. loves seeing you marked up, crying on his cock with lingerie straps cutting into your skin. Will mutter things like “this pussy was made for me”
Soft-spoken assassin turns into an absolute demon. Zero patience. You’re manhandled onto all fours, ass up.
No warm-up, just primal, relentless, balls-deep thrusts that knock the air out of your lungs. Growling filth in your ear, using you, making you feel it in your gut.
Grabs your jaw, makes you open your mouth, spits in it and mutters, “Mine. All fucking mine.”
Afterwards? You’re limp, brainless, covered in sweat and spit, while Logan just smirks and holds you tenderly like he didn't just fuck the soul out of you.
◇ Hesh Walker
Absolute menace. He’s giddy but vicious.
Bends you over the nearest surface, absolutely rails you while spanking you and praising you all at once.
“You know how hot you are? Jesus… no way I’m letting you leave this bed for hours.”
His goal is to make you cum so much your legs give out …and he will succeed.
Rabid frat-boy energy turns into apex predator sex god. He throws you over his shoulder like a caveman, slaps your ass raw, laughing while you squeal.
“Y’know what happens when you tease me like that? You get fucking wrecked, sweetheart.”
You’re crying on his cock, getting fucked through overstimulation, thighs quivering, mascara running, back arched so hard it cramps.
Feral dirty talk: “Gimme that pretty little cunt, baby. Take it. Take every inch. yeah, you love being ruined like this, don’t you? Ruined by a big man!”
Makes you cum until you’re crying his name, makes you lick him clean, then fucks you again because “you can take it, one more.”
Omg omg I’ve got another one! You know that spidery head massager thing? The one that looks like daddy long legs? I saw a tiktok where people does it on their friends fam, s/o while they were focussing on their phone or smth else. And it’s either pure bliss, microsoft shut down or creeped out and full on alert mode. Can you do one for the boys pleaseeee? 🥺🥺🥺 thank you cherie!! 💖💖
Ref link: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSYvrjcEP/
i love how you always submit interesting asks with a ref link, you have no idea how much fun it is for me xD
also so sorry im js now answering writer's block be weird
𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: You Use The Head Massage Spider Thing On Them
᧔♡᧓ Hesh, Logan, Keegan, Ajax, Kick
Hesh
Dropped his coffee mug and about just jumped 3 ft. into the air
Turned around so quickly he almost got whiplash
Eased up once he realized it was just a prank
Laughed about it afterwards and uses it on you too
Logan
He was peacefully watching the tv before you scared the living daylights out of him
Felt his soul leave his body
Eyed you suspiciously thinking that at any moment you could whip that thing out again
Moved to the other side of the room just in case
Keegan
He had been trying to take a nap
Was really weirded out by the sensation but didn’t have much of a physical reaction
Attempted to wave you away but once you kept insisting he relaxed his shoulders
Groaned bc it felt so good
Kind of backfired bc he made you sit down with his head on your lap massaging him for an hour until he fell asleep
Ajax
Made some really weird noise that made you burst out laughing
Tensed his shoulders and said it felt like needle pricks on his back
“Wait, do that again”
The second time he sank into his seat, his mind shutting off
He kind of likes it
Kick
Fight or flight instinct kicked in and you almost got swung at
Hates scare pranks even if they’re harmless
“Don’t do that”
It annoys him but you like messing with him and ticking him off once in a while
HELLO REDD!! I BRING A SILLY WRITING REQUEST FOR YOU >:D
I beg for kick×reader plsplsplspls
A reader who assists kick with whatever tech stuff but their memory is SHIT 😭😭😭
You don't know what's gotten into you lately. First it started off small— forgetting where you left your keys or wallet, looking for your phone while it was in your hand, things that happen to everyone. But then it started getting worse, like that one time you forgot to turn the stove off and almost burnt the apartment down. And when you forgot important dates or meetings or birthdays of people close to you, you started to worry. There's nothing wrong with you in particular, it's just clumsiness. Stress. Lack of planning.
But you couldn't help but envy the one person who's always been there for you through it all.
Kick, being an IT specialist in The Ghosts, naturally has an amazing memory. The man can remember dates of things that happened years back, due to all the practice and training he had to do in order to get to where he is right now. But every time he reminds you of something you forgot for what seems like the millionth time, or asks "Isn't it ___'s birthday today?", it makes you feel a little stupid. Like you're not capable of remembering things on your own and you need someone to remind you of everything. And against your better judgement, you started distancing yourself. Not out of anger, but purely out of embarrassment that he would notice how stressed you've been and how easily you forget things.
He eventually caught on to how you've been avoiding him after you basically refused to sit next to him in the mess hall, rather choosing to eat in your office. So that day, while you were helping him sort through some seemingly endless paperwork, he decided to bring it up casually.
"Hey, you doin' alright?" You hear him mumble behind you, pretending to be busy sorting through papers you've been flipping through for almost 10 minutes just to avoid looking at him.
"Yeah, all good. Why?" You respond curtly, almost flatly. And that ticks him off. He knows you well, too well for your liking sometimes. He knows your habit of blurting out something stupid when silence gets too awkward, and never bottling things up. So this? It set off alarm bells in his mind.
"...actually," And there it is. You can't hide anything from him, no matter how bad you wanted to or how much you envied him. He has that effect on everyone, really. "Do I seem.. distracted to you lately?" You blurt out, immediately wanting to take your words back. But you need to get it off your chest or you might just go crazy.
"Distracted? No. You're not even in this world, love." He retorts with a small grin, trying to make that slight tremble in your voice go away by making you laugh. He's never been the serious kind, humor has always been his way of coping with everything. And seeing a smile on your face? That's his weakness, and knowing he can do that makes his days a little brighter.
"It's not fair." You huff suddenly, sounding almost like you're pouting. But he knows better, that's the tone of voice you use when you're tired.
"What's not?" He prompts in that stupidly gentle voice of his that makes your knees buckle, eyes locking with yours when he leans back against the dusty table behind him.
And you crack. Like you always do under his gaze.
"That you're able to just.. know everything. And remember everything to a T, while I can't even remember my own best friends birthday." You explain, sounding almost embarrassed. And his entire face does something stupidly soft at your words and shaky voice.
So with a soft, almost adoring sigh, he starts speaking. "Look, I don't know everything. Nobody does. And you being forgetful doesn't mean you're stupid, it just means you've got a lot of things on your mind."
He then pushes off the table, boots squeaking on the linoleum as he takes a careful step towards you. Like you're something precious, and he'll scare you away if he approaches any faster.
Once you're within reach, he slowly but surely puts a hand on your shoulder, guiding you into his arms. The embrace isn't rough or teasing like his usual hugs that he gives people to cheer them up. No, it's gentle, comforting and warm.
"You don't have to carry all that weight alone, you know." He murmurs against your hair, the rumble in his chest feeling comforting under your cheek that's pressed against him. "...and besides, you've got me to remind you." He adds with a small smile, hoping to make you laugh.
And when he hears that small huff of a laugh from you, he knows then and there he wouldn't trade these moments for anything. And that he would remind you of things until the end of his days as long as he gets to hear that sound.
You and Kick being together, two nerd peas in a nerd pea pod, yapping about anything and everything because you have similar interests.
The rest of the Ghosts sighing and rolling their eyes. Logan muttering "Welcome to yappersville", Keegan wishing he was deaf around the two of you. You two seriously do not shut up.
Merrick having to snap at the both of you like kids in school for not sitting in silence longer than 5 minutes. Holy hell, he's happy for the both of you, but please be quiet already.
Ajax doesn't mind, just shakes his head and says "Don't worry guys, they're just jealous". Keegan staring at the man like "Why would you encourage them".
