Chapter Two: The Soul In My Heart's Proof Of Life

Chapter two: The soul in my heart's proof of life

Word count: 2.8k

Category: hard angst, smut

Chapter warnings: drugs, mentions of medicine and hospitals, descriptions of drugs

Summary: There are three hot guys who want to be with you, however, there are a few problems along the way. One of them is a plug, another one wants to keep you all to himself and the third one - a med student who deals drugs on the side. Your main problem, though? You have a terminal illness that has a very low life expectancy. Spiraling down a dangerous path seems like a fun way to spend your last years.

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"Right on time," Suna drawls as he smiles down at you.

The police officer gets closer with each passing breath. You’re screwed.

Or maybe not yet. The police officer is an older man – that much you can tell from the way his dark hair is peppered with gray streaks and the small wrinkles under his dark eyes. He’s smiling as he looks you up and down, making you feel plain dirty. You hated older men in power; gave them too much of an ego boost. Yet, you didn’t want to go down for drug charges so you batted your lashes and mustered your sweetest smile, while cursing yourself out in your mind.

"Hello there," he nods at you three, but his beady eyes are staring only at you.

"Hello officer," greets Suna, the blunt hanging from his lips long gone and forgotten, "What brings you here today?"

The man chuckles. They’re familiar with each other. It’s the same man that caught Suna with drugs the first two times.

"You know the drill. Stand straight and spread your arms." Suna obeys and stands in the position the officer has requested. He’s calm. Of course he is - his drugs are in your coat pocket. The officer keeps shooting you glares and Lev wraps his long arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You let out a tiny sigh of relief. Lev won’t let anything bad happen to you.

When the officer is done patting Suna down, his brow quirks up, "You have nothing on you this time?"

"What can I say, officer, I’m a changed man. Accepted God as my saviour and et cetera."

"Yeah, don’t give me that shit," the man rolls his eyes and wraps his big coat around himself tighter. It seems that the temperature is dropping, "You guys with him?"

"Uh, yeah. We’re friends," Lev answers, with a smile as sweet as can be. The officer has to look up to see Lev’s face and it almost makes you laugh.

“So you deal drugs too?" the officer asks, half-heartedly.

Your nerves spike up, but Lev grips your side tighter and gives you a telling glare saying it’s a joke, relax.

You giggle and shake your head. "No, we usually don’t", you answer with your own joke, making the officer smile wider.

"Good, stay out of trouble. Don’t think it’s necessary to pat you down, although, I’d like to," he gives you a wink and you can almost hear Lev’s jaw clench, big hand squeezing your waist tighter. Suna and you exchange quick glances and he subtly shakes his head. Don’t give him attitude.

"Maybe some other time," a hundred watt smile is gifted from you to the creepy officer; you just hope that he finally fucks off.

"Yeah, maybe. Uh, you guys have a good day. Don’t make me catch ya with drugs again, Rintarou," with the last glance at you, the dark-haired man turns away from your little group and leaves.

An uncomfortable silence hangs over you and you have to wait until the man is far enough to not hear you.

"So, you’re on first name basis with a creepy officer?” Your panic that probably fried more nerves than humanly possible comes out in the form of a joke but before Suna can answer, Lev is letting you go and grabbing Suna’s jacket, almost pulling the man up from the ground with brute strength,

"You motherfucker, you pull shit like that again and I’ll beat you to a fucking pulp."

"Lev-"

Lev briefly turns to you.

"This fuckhead just slipped a baggie of god knows what into your coat, don’t you dare give me that "everything’s okay" attitude, Y/N," Lev’s voice gets comically higher when he mimics your words and you purse your lips, shaking your head. The blonde knew you too damn well.

"Listen, Haiba, I don’t know why you have such a bad impression of me, but I fucking knew he wasn’t gonna pat her down, I wouldn’t put random people, especially pretty damn girls in unecessary danger, okay?"

Your face burns — It’s unbelievable how he manages to flirt when Lev is seconds from breaking his nose. You just silently observe with trembling hands. You never saw Lev like that. He was always this kind of dumb happy-go-lucky dude and just him raising his voice was unusual, not counting the threats he was spouting.

Though, thankfully, Lev doesn’t seem to catch the pretty remark, his handsome face scrunching up at Suna’s excuses. "Yeah, not putting people in unnecessary danger my ass. You do this again, you’re fucked," Lev repeats his words and pushes Suna away. The black-haired man stumbles but manages to keep his footing.

"Got it," Rintarou lifted up his arms as if he got caught doing something he shouldn’t. His tone is condescending and you feel like he doesn’t count on keeping his promise.

Lev reaches for you and you flinch. His big, forest-green eyes widen and he shakes his head.

"It’s okay, Y/N, it’s okay," he assures you.

"See, all your yelling scared her. We could’ve just talked it out like normal people."

Lev doesn’t acknowledge him.

"I’m sorry for screaming. Didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry," you nod, looking up at him, "Give me the bag and then we can go. I’ll make it up to you, yeah?"

You nod again and your fingers reach into the inner coat pocket, taking out a small baggie filled with white powder handing it to Lev, who then turns to Suna, just standing with his hands stuffed into his bomber jacket’s pockets. Lev examines the contents of the baggie and scowls and throws it at Suna, who catches it without any trouble, burying it in his jacket pocket carelessly.

"So you’re dealing Phencyclidine again?"

"Good eye," Rintarou nods, "I prefer the name ‘Angel Dust’, though. Sounds pretty, makes people wanna buy it," Suna explains unmindfully, as if he’s not currently discussing hard drugs.

"Figured you couldn’t last long on only selling weed. Though, even I thought you’d stop after the accident. Quite stupid of me." a frown finds it’s way unto Suna’s calm face and Lev grabs your hand, tugging you away. You’re even more confused than you were before and you give Suna one last look.

The man looks sorrowful, eyes far away and lost in thought. "T’was an accident, you know it" he mutters, as Lev finally pulls you away, not letting up until you reach a small coffee shop.

You let him drag you inside, the warmth instantly hitting you. Your head is spinning and legs are weak so Lev attentively sits you down, takes off your coat and scarf, orders two drinks — already knowing your order by heart — and sits down in front of you. You look around, head pounding, noticing that Lev has purposefully chosen a quiet corner booth for you two. He searches for something in his jeans pocket and slides a pill across the table. You manage to lift up an eyebrow, words a scramble in your head, unable to form into sentences. That was way too much stress for you to handle.

"Pain killers, will help you think straight and relieve the side effects of the stress you just went through." You trust him, sometimes, you trust him too much. You obediently swallow the tiny white pill, not needing any water to wash it off. You two drink your drinks in silence, only the quiet jazz music and snippets of other people’s conversations interrupting your quietude. Your head clears and your hands stop shaking so the pill seems to be working. Good.

"Ask away." Lev finally utters, eyes searching your face. You don’t know what he’s looking for and you probably don’t want to know.

"Why do you dislike Suna?" your tone is calm, mind a bit fuzzy from the pill you had just taken.

"He deals drugs and is a scumbag in general."

"What was the accident you mentioned, then?"

Lev shakes his head, pursing his plump lips, "Can’t tell you that, sorry."

"Why?" you feel like a detective and the questions in your head keep coming and coming.

"Made a promise?"

"To who?"

"Kuroo."

You freeze and raise your eyebrows up. It was like you had a bunch of different threads but no way to tie them together. You were really too exhausted to try and the questions you had in your head, the schemes on how to find out the whole plan were mangled all together and made your head pound.

"You really scared me out there. I’ve never ever saw you lash out like that." you confess, unable to look into his eyes, choosing to count colorful floor tiles instead. You never thought you’d be saying words like that to Lev, but you were always unable to lie to him.

"Again, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you it’s just that- He’s a bad man, Y/N. I lose my temper when I have to interact with him and the things that would’ve happened if the officer caught you with a bag of-"

"He didn’t" you cut Lev’s rant off, finally looking up.

"Y/N-"

"Listen," your voice is firm, "I’m not always this happy, kind person, yeah? It’s not gonna be all flowers and rainbows if real shit happens, but I can stand up for myself. We didn’t get caught and you got to scream at Suna. That’s it."

"But you could’ve-"

"Could’ve, yeah. I know that you want me to be mad, but I won’t. Spent too much damn time on that, let me be this ‘romanticised, rom-com fairytale, forgives-everything version’ of myself for these last few years." you spew completely random words and explanations as Lev’s eyes widen and one of his hands finds yours, lacing your fingers together and squeezing hard.

"Don’t even say that. You can be whatever you want to be, I won’t argue with you again, but never say anything about it being your last years."

You snort and Lev looks baffled.

"You see what stress does to me? Can’t even function without painkillers anymore and my muscles are still deteriorating at inhumane speed.. But sure, they're gonna find a cure real quick."

The man before you had sad confusion painted all over his perfect, magazine-worthy face.

"I don’t want to make you sad, Lev, I really don’t, but that’s the reality I’m dealing with and the reality that you’re gonna have to deal with."

"I know," he murmurs, face contorting "I just want to live in this rom-com fairytale reality for a bit longer."

You sigh and give him a tired smile.

"You’re my best friend Lev. You’re the only person I can be real with. You’re the only one who won’t turn away from me when I’m not this perfect, polished version of myself."

Lev gives you the same exhausted smile back, his throat thickens, "Yeah, I’m always there for you."

***

Suna comes back to his quiet tiny apartment and doesn’t even turn on the lights. Just kicks off his shoes, takes off his jacket, goes straight to his room and splays down on the creaky bed. Ideally, Suna would live alone, but rent in Tokyo, even in the worse parts of it, was expensive as fuck and his roomate, Akaashi Keiji, was a perfect person to share it with - quiet, cool and funny, not caring about all of the clients coming. Even now he was cooking something up in the kitchen, probably accompanied with a big cup of coffee, getting ready to work another long night.

There’s a knock on Suna’s door and he lets out a long sigh, "Yeah?"

Akaashi opens the door and looks Rintarou up and down, raising his eyebrows. "I, uh, made ramen. Left some for you on the stove,” Akaashi considers leaving the man alone knowing that he prefers to deal with problems alone, but Keiji’s gut is telling him to ask, "Everything okay with you?"

Suna sits up and just shakes his head. He doesn’t know what pushes him to confess everything. Maybe it’s a slight pang of guilt, or maybe it’s the pain he feels everytime he bottles his emotions up, "I- Ran into Lev when an officer was about to do a drug check on me. He was with this girl… Just slipped a bag of angel dust into her pocket. Knew they wouldn’t check her, yeah? But then Lev went fucking wild and shit and she looked really scared and stressed."

Akaashi fully opens the door and sits down on the dull, gray armchair. "Oh, Lev’s back in the city, then," Akaashi’s eyes widen a bit as he acknowledges the fact and stays silent for a bit, probably trying to make a mental note on it, "You usually don’t get bothered about what other people are feeling," he says, after a moment of silence.

Suna turns to Akaashi and shakes his head, long hair falling in front of his big, moss green eyes. "I don’t. But, man…" Suna groans, "She didn’t get mad at me and even tried to calm Lev down and shit. It was weird, I don’t know."

"Hm."

"Hm?"

Akaashi crosses and uncrosses his legs and then shakes his head, thoughts rattling in his head.

"I think you feel bad ‘cause she was nice and because of the events you caused, she got scared, no? It’s rare that people treat you right, unless they want to sleep with you or get a discount on drugs," He finally offers and Suna’s nonchalant expression changes into a shocked one.

"You could be a fucking psychiatrist, damn it."

Akaashi gives his roommate a small smile and stands up, stretching a bit, "Gonna go edit for a moment. Don’t forget to eat, Suna, yeah?"

Suna gives him a non-committal nod and lays back once again, mind wandering off. Lev’s last words really ingrained into his mind.

***

After Lev takes you back to the hospital, your next few days are filled with a bunch of new tests and a bunch of painkillers that make everything fuzzy; slipping in and out of sleep, only getting up to go to the toilet, eat, or spend a few hours watching tv or reading a book.

It’s easier this way. Doctors said that the stress you went through really damaged your state of health and no matter how much they asked for the source of the stress — you didn’t answer them, pretending that it was as much of a shock for you, as it was for them. Of course, it was temporary and you would be okay, or, as okay as you can be, in a few days. That meant skipping med practice, though.

You’re lying in bed, when your phone beeps. You grunt and pick it up. Maybe Issei had time to visit you, but if you remember correctly - he was working with no free days this week. Maybe Lev then? Akaashi?-

Your eyes almost pop out of your school when you see who texted you. You almost squeal with joy with the instagram notification. It’s a message from username “kuroo_t” and name “Kuroo T.”,. How official of him, you can’t help but let out an embarrassing girly giggle. Oh, he followed you too. Nice. Your finger lingers on the unopened message for a moment, until you finally press it.

Oh. Your face burns. He noticed you were gone, despite you guys only having one conversation. Now you just had to think of a good enough excuse, which was hard, considering the fact that you were currently fangirling. Hard.

He sees your message instantly and starts typing. You exit the chat, the need to stalk his profile way too strong.

Not a private account. His profile picture seems almost professionally taken, but his other pictures - not so much. Some travelling, photos with friends from med practice and if you schroll far down - stuff to do with high school volleyball. Oh, he’s hot. Not hotter than he is in real life, but still so damn attractive. You stop when you scroll to the picture of him with two other guys - one with spiky gray hair, carrying Kuroo in his arms like a baby and another one is just standing there, his gunmetal eyes staring at the camera disapprovingly, but his subtle smile says it all - he’s having fun too.

You couldn’t believe this coincidence. You and Kuroo had mutual friends, which meant that you were gonna do an interrogation on Akaashi, to learn everything interesting about him. A message pops up. Oh, your mind wandered off.

Maybe your mind-set of “you only live once” finally did you some favours, because now you had a date set with one of the hottest guys ever.

taglist: @heizenka @icelyn20 @strawbberyys​

sksk the last message from kuroo shouldn’t have the “and”, so let’s just pretend it’s not there 💀

bnha men x f!reader

songs they'd fuck you to + smut blurbs

Cws - petnames(puppy, baby), dom!character, sub!reader, impact play, degradation, praise, daddy kink. 

a/n - bakugou. midoriya. denki. hawks. sero. monoma. kirishima. todoroki. repost from my old blog doinmybesthere. MINORS DNI | Please have an age in your bio before interacting.

Midoriya - let me love you, Ariana Grande

Your legs are shaking and you’ve got fistfuls of his comforter as he rips a third orgasm out of you, flicking his rough tongue over your swollen clit one more time. “Hurts,” you get out when your vision clears and he’s still between your legs, “Zuku, please, feels too good,” he chuckles, blowing softly on your burning skin. “I haven’t even fucked you yet puppy, we’re just getting started.” 

Bakugou - Cry baby, The Neighbourhood

“C’mon bitch,” Bakugou snarls, landing a harsh slap on your ass, “You know better than to cum without permission,” you’re on your hands and knees on the bed, whimpering as he fucks you through your high, only to yelp when he reaches underneath you and pinches your aching clit, “Since you wanna cum like a fuckin’ whore how ‘bout we see how many times you can do it before you’re crying, huh?”

Sero - High For This - The Weekend 

You’ve been kissing for what feels like hours, every brush of his hands on your skin sends a shiver up your spine, “Baby,” he growls in your ear, the vibrations and the softness of his breath make you grind harder against the thigh he’s slotted carefully between your legs. “Not yet.” He cups your face in your hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before gently tugging your pants down to your knees, and kissing a burning path down your chest. 

Denki - Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene, Hozier

You roll your hips, letting out a gasp when he thrusts up to meet you before he grabs your thighs, warmth pooling in your cheeks, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty babe,” he breathes, “So pretty, and all mine.” He lets you lift up off of him and slams you back down again. “Denki, I,” your eyes roll back as he takes control, setting a brutal pace. “That’s it,” he coos affectionately, “Cum for me, baby.” 

Shouto - Do It For Me, Rosenfeld

You can feel the nubs of the carpet cutting into your knees but you don’t dare move as Shouto daintily presses his thumb against your tongue, letting drool pool around his digit and fall out of your open mouth. He leans back in his chair, looking bored. “Disgusting.” Your face burns with humiliation but you know better than to move, to wipe your chin clean. His expression remains neutral as he unzips his fly, pumping his hard cock in front of you. “C'mere pretty girl," he coos, dripping condescension, "Suck.” 

Keigo - Two Weeks, FKA Twigs

“Fuck, come on sweetheart,” Hawks relaxes on the couch, eyes closing in bliss as you bounce up and down on his cock, “That’s it, baby,” he growls, “Come on, ride that shit,” he opens his golden eyes for just a moment, reaching down to circle your clit with his thumb, watching you collapse into him as you cunt flutters around his length. 

Kirishima - National Anthem, Lana Del Rey

“Oh god,” You look up at him, eyes wide with innocence even when he was spearing you with his huge cock, “God, daddy, you’re so big,” you breathe, and he somehow gets even harder at the praise, “Yeah kitten,” he says, “Who makes you feel this good?” You cling to his shoulders for dear life as he rails you, completely unaware of his own strength, “You do,”  you get out, “You make me feel s’good, daddy.” 

Monoma - Hatefuck, Cruel Youth

“This is the last fucking time.” You say over your shoulder, all the air gushing from your lungs as Monoma roughly bends you over the bed, flipping up your tiny skirt. You don’t have to turn around to know he’s smirking, lining himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock on your soaking panties. “What are you waiting for?” You hiss, turning around. He chuckles, shaking his head at you. “I think, tonight, I want to hear you beg.” 

#28 & #46 w/ Asra

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x f!reader Genre: S M U T Warnings: oh lord. Choking, degradation, master kink, spanking, oral (giving), mentions of exhibitionism, bondage, oral (receiving), fingering, and orgasm denial Summary: (Y/n) teases Asra all day and he eventually decides it’s time for her to receive her punishment  Prompt #46: “Looks like someone is needy.” Prompt #28: “Did you two just have sex?” A/N: hey so I recently-ish learned that Asra is nonbinary and uses he/him and they/them pronouns and doesn’t use gendered terms. With this knowledge, I went through and took out words like sir, man, and so on. If you read it and still find something wrong with it, please don’t hesitate to tell me!! I want to represent him correctly!! Thank you and enjoy!!

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Healing

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Description: Leon helps you overcome depression by helping you do things you don't have energy for

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Word Count: 1.7k (short, yes but this is just something to post until my main stories ands requests are done)

Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff. Some kissing. Mentions of sex near the end wink wink ;)

A/N: My heart is gonna burst out of my chest and I'm literally the one who wrote this HJHSH.

You were roused from your dazed slumber by a sharp knock at the door. Initially, you considered ignoring it and pretending not to be home, hoping the visitor would leave. But the knocking grew louder and consistent with each passing second.

"Hey. Its Leon. I know you're in there".

You open an eye slightly, pushing yourself up a bit from the couch. Leon? The hell did he want? Wasn't he supposed to be off in Italy somewhere? Another knock rang through your apartment, this one a bit quieter though.

Leon's muffled voice reached your ears through the door. "If you don't answer, I'm just gonna assume you're dead and kick this door off its hinges."

You groan, loud enough so you know he can hear you. Getting up from the couch, you shuffle slowly towards the door. You pause as you lift your hand towards the handle. Your apartment was filthy, and your clothes hadn't been changed in at least a week.

You smelled awful. No way you could let him in.

"Im sorry Leon, I'm sick. Come back later please?" you say, knowing damn well he wasn't about to just leave. He never gives up that easy, stubborn bastard.

"I haven't seen you in like 2 weeks. Plus I found your notebook in my car. Thought you might want it back" he says plainly.

As annoying as it was, you DID want that notebook back. It had pretty important notes in it for your office job. Sucking in a deep breath, you unlock the door and open it just a bit. Leon was standing there in a somewhat tight fitting black shirt and cargo pants. He must've came straight after work.

"Can you just slide it to me through the crack?" you ask, the sun hurting your eyes. Leon didn't respond, instead taking his time surveying what little he could see of you through the slightly opened door.

"You look well rested" he chuckled. He was referring to the obvious bags under your eyes. Irritated, you start closing the door again, not even caring about the notebook at that point. You were too slow though, Leon already had his foot jammed between the door and its frame.

"Im sorry. I didn't mean it in a bad way." he said, eyes filling with a look of worry. "Can I please come in? Im worried about you".

The soft tone of his voice wrecked your heart. You cursed yourself as you opened the door wide enough for him to step inside. Embarrassing as it was, it was nice to see him.

"Excuse the mess..." you mutter, picking up a few stray clothes that you had lazily thrown near the door. Leon stepped inside, looking around the place that had once been spotless. Dishes piled in the sink, various ramen cups and wrappers strewn about. This definitely wasn't like you. Anxious about his silence, you sat back down on the couch.

"I know I know...its gross. Can I please have my notebook now?"

Leon shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "It's not gross...its just so unlike you. What happened? Are you okay?". He takes your notebook out of his pocket and passes it to you.

You hesitated before answering.

"Life's just hard Leon. You of all people should know this. Can you go now?"

He went silent, reaching up towards your knotted and messy hair. You flinched, not used to being touched in such an intimate way. He rubbed a few strands between his fingers.

"How about this. You let me comb your hair, and I'll leave you alone. Deal?" he said, giving you a small smile. You eyed him suspiciously. Why did he want to help you so bad?

"Deal."

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And thats how you ended up in the bathtub. While showing him where your hair stuff was, he had commented something about all the dandruff that was accumulating on your scalp and how water would help with detangling. You said you didn't have the energy to wash anything, and he'd offered to do it for you.

"You'd better not fucking peek" you had threatened, not really having the energy to fight him on it.

"You have my word. I swear."

He was kneeled beside the bathtub now, running shampoo through your hair while you leaned back. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and with each stroke you felt yourself relaxing. Everytime you winced when he'd detangle a knot, he'd quickly ask if you were ok or if you wanted him to stop.

"Im fine, just hurry up" you said, knowing damn well that you didn't really want him to. It was the first time in weeks that you'd felt the touch of another human being. It was nice. Some time passed before he was finally finished.

"Hey, I think thats all of the tangles. Do you want help getting out?" he asked, handing you a nearby towel. You blushed, and he immediately sensed your discomfort.

"Ah-shit. I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"It's fine" you said, interrupting him. You extended your hand towards him and he helped you out of the tub with a firm grip so you didn't slip. You had to admit it was funny how hard he was trying not to stare at your naked and dripping body. You wrapped yourself in the baby blue towel, shivering slightly cause of the cold bathroom air.

"I'm gonna go to my room and get changed now. Can you wait downstairs please?" you say, voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, leaving the bathroom swiftly. After hearing his footsteps stop at the end of the stairwell, you make your way into your bedroom.

After getting dried off and dressed in your room, you make your way downstairs. You're surprised to see the living area is almost spotless now. Leon is sweeping some dirt in a dustpan and looks up at you.

"Oh hey. I hope you don't mind. I just figured to clean this place a bit before leaving" he says, making his way over to your trashcan. You watch silently as he dumps the dirt into the opening and sets aside the broom.

Why is he so nice? You had been ignoring him this whole time. You don’t deserve this at all. You don’t deserve even a drop of of kindness from anyone.

You feel tears forming in your eyes.

Leon notices your expression and starts making his way towards you. "I-I'm really sorry, I thought this would help yo-". You aren't even listening. You aren't sure why but you feel the desperate need to hug him so tightly and never let go.

So you do. And he gladly hugs you back. You start sobbing into his chest, tears wetting his shirt a bit. This was very unlike you. You were usually more closed off with him.

"Do you want to sit down?" he asks, wiping some of your tears with his thumb. You look up at him and nod. He takes your hand and leads you to the now clutter free couch. Laying on his chest, you start venting about your troubles to him. How you feel like you can't live another day on this shitty planet. How your sadness is consuming you, etc. He listens to all of it, not interrupting, running his fingers through your somewhat wet hair the entire time.

You feel stupid when you finish.

"I can't believe I just told you all of that"

He chuckles, reaching over to grab your hand again. "Its healthy to get that stuff out. You can't keep it inside. I definitely know what that's like" he says. You feel your face get hot, not wanting him to pull his hand away. He's so breathtaking and you feel this tight knot in your stomach every time you look at him.

"I do feel better now. Thank you so much for coming to see me. I would've just rotted in this apartment if you hadn’t come by" you express, giving him a smile. Wasn't far from the truth honestly. You had planned to cease contact with the outside world altogether.

"Don't mention it. Isn't that what friends are for?" he says. You look up at his eyes, unmoving. You both stare at each other for what feels like eternity. You reach up to grab his face, feeling a bit bold all of a sudden.

Something in his expression changes, and he swiftly leans down to give you a small kiss on the lips. You both freeze again, unsure of what the other person wants. But eventually, you both move in towards each other, gentle kisses turning into rougher, more passionate ones.

You both have to eventually stop to get some air, but it's clear Leon doesn't want to. As you catch your breath, Leon gives you gentle kisses on your neck, squeezing your hand with a tight grip.

"Please don't think I came here cause I wanted something from you" he says, face still buried in your neck. "I just needed to see you again. I got so worried when you didn't text back."

"I don't think that Leon, don't worry. I wanted to answer you. I really did. I just...couldn't" you reply, feeling that twinge of sadness in your heart. You should've answered him. Just another thing you get to beat yourself up about later. He lifts his head up, turning your face so you look at him.

"I get it. Just don't do it again. You can't run from your problems, you have people who care about you. You can always always talk to me ok?" he says, eyes glazed as if he's about to cry himself. You nod, and he leans in to give you another kiss. This time however, he stops, a smirk forming on his face.

Confused, you grit your teeth. "Something wrong?"

He shakes his head, smirk getting bigger.

"Of course not, but I was thinking. If your still feeling a bit blue, I know just the thing that'll get you feeling better."

You tilt your head, curious as to what he's up to now. "Oh yeah? What's that?" you ask. He pushes you on your back, positioning himself so he's towering above you, hands on each side of your head. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Its a physical activity. But don't worry if your not feeling enough energy to move around still. All you have to do is lie there and take it."

guys pls let me know if you want a part 2 cause im feeling SO fired up now

prompt: post-apocalypse ghost/reader fic where ghost and the rest of his team come across the feral, blood-soaked reader who stabs first and asks questions later. (on ao3 here)

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The world ends on a Monday.

Abysmal timing; they’re on leave by chance, the whole lot of them. Soap and Gaz are playing cards in the barracks when they get the call. Price is still in his office when a phone in the corner of the room that never rings suddenly does (he stares at it for a time before picking it up). Ghost is someplace, no one knows for sure; what they do know is that when he does finally answer their calls, he’s out of breath and there’s a thread of panic in his voice that makes the blood in Soap’s veins run cold. 

He’s never heard him sound like that. He never will again.

The virus rages across the country, hopping borders like they melt away into the ether. Country after country toppelling to this unnamed virus that demolishes society so completely that there was never a chance for the military to contain it. That chance evaporates before even the faintest spark of hope is lit. 

Soap is used to killing, but what he never gets used to is the sight of those things that take human shape. Calling them zombies is easy at first, but even that name comes with a sense of distance; it evokes things seen in films and tv shows, not the real flesh-and-blood of it all, not sitting in a caravan speeding down the motorway with bodies torn apart and scattered across the road. He learns to bite his teeth and hold his bile down at the sight of one of those creatures hunched over the masticated remains of a person. 

Then suddenly it’s seven months later. The core unit of them make their way across the continent, taking back roads where they’re less likely to encounter the hoards of infected. They’ve had too many close calls for them to take chances anymore—even armed to the gills and strapped in body armor (the remnants of the military efforts that collapsed within days), Gaz’s shoulder pad has crumpled beneath too sharp teeth and Roach has had his legs swept out from under him, his throat nearly exposed, nearly torn open.

Ghost’s hands are still wet with gore from taking that infected apart. If any of them make it, it will likely be him.

A part of Soap worries about Ghost. Even he feels the tender edges of his own humanity bristle at the day-in and day-out struggle that is now a luxury rather than a hardship. Just being able to survive is a miracle. Ghost just goes dark. From the little Soap knows of Ghost (which is still more than most; he’s confident enough to say that of their group, he’s the one that Ghost shows himself to the most), he knows that Ghost has already endured enough suffering for an army. Never mind a single man. 

There’s a flatness behind his eyes these days and it scares Soap, just a bit. He no longer looks like a person behind a mask but rather the sun-baked skull itself. 

His worry only fades when they come across the girl.

She’s a feral little thing, half-starved and out of her mind. They see her slip in and out of abandoned houses when they make their way through a small village in the French countryside (or what Soap thinks is France), hair matted with sweat and blood. 

It’s Ghost that pauses, Ghost that makes them stop and detours long enough to creep up on her, holding a big hand to her mouth when she howls and tries to tear his whole arm off. It takes over an hour to calm her down long enough to reassure her that they mean her no harm. She tries to take off no less than six times.

Soap has never seen Ghost look smitten, but there’s no other word for it. 

When Price tentatively suggests leaving the girl behind—not a terrible suggestion after she tries to stab Ghost—the look Ghost levels him with brooks no further arguments. They’re keeping the girl. 

She’s his problem, as far as Soap and the rest of them are concerned. No name, unless it’s Soap yelling “Girl” or “Hey, you!” when she does something stupid like actively seeking out infected to kill. Ghost chuckles all deep baritone when he sees her hack away at an infected man’s neck. It’s enough to make a man hurl. Love in a time of zombies. 

He hears them murmuring to each other sometimes, late at night when the team is holed up in a house or a barn they’ve commandeered. Doors always reinforced, someone standing guard on the roof. The low rasp of Ghost’s voice, almost susurrous, almost intimate. Her voice like a chittering wolf. 

Hovering between sleep and wakefulness, Soap doesn’t look away from the wall in front of him. He knows if he does, if he turns over from where he’s supposed to be sleeping, he’ll see Ghost hovering over the girl roughly half his size, her face blocked only by the way his arms frame either side of her head. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stomach the sight of his friend’s hips bucking into the girl.

He hears him mutter something like, “You needed to be found. I needed to find you.” and then it’s enough. He lets his brain shut off. 

If it keeps Ghost sane and with them, so be it. 

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