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I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME. [2]

+ pairings. ran haitani x f!reader ft. sanzu haruchiyo

+ tags. angst, arranged marriage, cheating, unrequited love, pining, hurt no comfort

+ wc. 1.5k

+ note. hi hi part two is here hehehehe <3 this took me too long to write cuz i'm lazy af sorry 😭 anyway, this is the last part of this fic hope u like it hehe

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part one | part two

“I’m so stupid.” 

If you were sober, you’d probably glare at the man who just laughed out loud beside you. Even though he was not wrong for laughing at you because you know you deserved it.

Because you are a fool. Fool for loving someone who isn't going to love you the same way. A stupid human being for giving her all to someone who’s not willing to give their everything for you. But was it really stupid? Is it even your fault to love someone? You just loved and in turn, you wanted to be loved. Was that foolish? Dumb?

“Shut up, Haru.” your voice was small, so close to breaking as you reached for another shot but a hand stopped you. “What? If you're going to laugh at me all night, you can at least let me drink to save me from embarrassment the next day.”

Sanzu’s face was serious compared to earlier, his hand still holding your wrist to keep you from drinking, “That's enough. Does Ran even know you’re here?”

“He doesn't. And if he did, it’s not like he would care.” a bitter laugh escaped your lips, “Ah, see. Now, I’m talking shit. Pitying myself.”

“It’s cause you’re so stupid.” he retorted, “How could you just stand there and smile, what the fuck even was that? Isn’t he your husband? Isn’t that your house and you’re just letting it happen? Wake up.”

“Ow!” you exclaimed when he flicked your forehead, it felt like some of the alcohol washed away from your system the moment he did that. “And excuse me, she was crying and shaking, I didn't have the heart to send her away.”

“Oh okay. What a saint.” Sanzu claimed with obvious sarcasm, following the roll of his eyes. “It’s your fault so stop bitching about it to me and go home.”

You scoffed and snatched your hand away from him, “You’re being an ass.”

“This ass is tired of listening to you bitch about your husband who doesn’t even give two fucks about your feelings—” 

Your hand was trembling the moment you realized what you just did. Did you just slap him? Sanzu Haruchiyo? Bonten’s No. 2? Your husband’s colleague and your friend who was nice to let you in his apartment when you’re crying your ass out?

You fucking did and you were regretting it each second you stand there. You doubt that he’s going to do something to you—because Sanzu’s cruel to everyone but you. You don’t know why he’s different to you but you figure that’s because he’s your friend—not that he considers you one all those years, but you were always there.

And you guess he was used to you being there.

“H-haru. I…” you dragged your breath and looked at him with your widened eyes. “I’m sorry-”

“Get the fuck out.” 

“Haru.” Even though you were a bit scared, you walked towards him. Sanzu just stared at you, a little frustration dancing in his eyes as you cupped his face with your hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re frustrating me.” an exasperated sigh coming out of him, and every second that his hand was touching your face was giving you a different kind of feeling. It was disparate—it was unlike any other feeling that you had, even with your husband. It was comforting—and most of all, the look that he was giving you was like the piece of the puzzle that you have been looking for all your life.

You swore you’ve seen this before, this kind of look—and yet the problem is it wasn’t meant for you but now it is—and the bigger problem is, the person that was supposed to be giving you this isn’t the person that you had promised to spend your whole life with. You don’t have any idea how you ended up in this situation—with someone who isn’t your husband.

But the worst part is, you aren’t guilty because any of this was wrong—you were feeling sorry because every second of it felt right—asking yourself why haven’t you been doing this the whole time.

…

“Where were you? I was worried…” the concern in your husband’s voice was sincere, yet all you could feel was doubt, guilt and irk—all of it at once. “I left you a bunch of calls and messages and you weren’t answering.”

Setting your coat and heels aside, you walked towards your husband having his morning coffee alone on the empty dining table, “I was out with Kei. I’m sorry, my phone was out of juice last night. Couldn’t leave her alone, she had a boy problem, you know.”

People say that lying would get you nowhere, that it would eat you away to the point that you’re closer to an impending self destruction that would lead you to bursting at some point. But the thing is, lying in this situation doesn’t feel like you’re being forsaken to sabotaging yourself, it feels like a way to save yourself and this refuge that you have found to be in. 

In other words, this deceit wasn’t for the best interest of your husband—to save him from the pain that would befall him but for yourself. And it sounds bad at all, but you have chosen to do the thing that would benefit you. You have grown tired of picking anyone else over yourself—and to think of it, it isn’t bad choosing yourself this once—though, you have started it in a wrong way. “I see.”

“I’m sorry.” you plant a kiss on your husband’s cheek, “I’ll make sure to update you next time.”

Ran should’ve seen it coming, all the genuine smiles that you give him would soon turn to a feigned one, all the earnest talks you had would soon turn into nothing more but a hollow conversation.

“I’m home.” and all that he could get was a nod from you accompanied by a mere smile. “Have you eaten yet?”

You barely looked at him—it was just a simple thing, but it felt like a lifetime of pain. “Uh-huh. It’s in the fridge, just heat it up.”

And how ridiculously it hurt when he was sitting alone at the dining table and all he could see was your memories lying on the seat where you used to be.

It shouldn’t have fazed him, he knew all this time that he was just pretending to feel all these things for you and he knew it was unfair to you—but now, he was asking himself, if this was all just play pretend to him—why does he feel this agony eating him alive?

Maybe he wasn't just used to this—but this is how things should be, he should stop pretending to love you because he knows that you’re aware that you could never come close to her.

He should stop pretending to care, put an end to feeling this hurt when you have chosen to turn your back on him instead of curling up to him. When you have chosen to disregard his presence on purpose. When you have chosen to go out—instead of being with him on his time off. 

He wanted to laugh because he knows he was just lying to himself—he knows how and when you started to be like this but he wasn't aware that all that he did wasn’t pretending when he sees the look on your eyes once you’ve arrived at the hospital where he is but instead, the first person that you wrapped your arms around to was the man lying on the bed—and not him.

“Haru.” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes as you held on to him. “You’re okay. I’m here, hm? I’m here…”

Ran was watching all these before him—the mirthful glint shining in your irises once you saw Haruchiyo opening his eyes, how you could never leave his side—how you were giving him the same look that you used to give him before—it was making him wish that he should've been the one who got shot, thinking that would you be the same way you are right now if that was him?

Would you also climb on the bed and let him rest on your arms? Would you hold him like he’s the most precious thing in the whole universe? You see the thing is, you have done that before—he just didn't appreciate it when it was there. 

He wanted to stop this madness and tear you apart from Haruchiyo—he was actually scared to death that he’d have to live without you but what right did he have when he had done this to you first?

What he was feeling was probably nothing when you had to stand there and watch him hold another woman in his arms. So, how could he take your happiness away from you any further? 

“Let me ask you one thing,” he started, looking at you while you sat inches away from him. “Do you love him?”

You bit your lip and looked at him, and there he noticed the difference when you looked at him and he knew that your answer would tear him apart and yet he chose to sit there while you break his heart.

It was clear who holds your heart even if you don't utter a single word. The look was enough to make his world crumble into pieces. 

“I thought I couldn't live without you, Ran… but it turns out, he’s the one I couldn't live without.”

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LOVE, MAYBE | TWO

— LOVE, PERHAPS

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PAIRING: crown prince! kageyama tobio x f! crown princess! reader

SUMMARY: after taking your younger sister's place in a political marriage involving the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom of karasuno, you resigned yourself to a loveless marriage. little did you know, the prince has loved you for a while now and plans to win you over.

GENRE(S): arranged marriage au + royal au + fluff + one-sided pining (which later becomes mutual)

WC: 3128

TAGLIST: @deeomi

A/N: i forgot i had already written this and i just needed to edit it LMAO (clown emoji). n e ways, enjoy!

"your ladyship, his highness the crown prince is here to see you."

you were still keeping your gaze focused on the words on the thick management textbook in front of you. as you wrote down some notes on the margin of the textbook, you replied, "he may enter."

the large double doors swung open and in walked the prince, in all his glory, except... he had arrived with a huge bouquet of flowers clasped in his gloved hands. this was very out-of-character for the stoic prince, and this shocked the maids and butlers, who had (definitely) not expected to see the bloodthirsty prince with flowers in his hands. all the servants held back their breath as prince tobio walked right up to you, brows furrowed and eyes fixated on his fiancée who had not yet looked up to see him. he stopped short in front of your desk and you placed your pen down carefully before looking up at him. upon spying the grand bouquet in his hands, you raised your eyebrows, "what—"

"these are for you, my lady," he choked out, thrusting the bouquet into your face, "i thought these flowers suit you very well."

all eyes were on you as you awkwardly accepted the flowers, pretty much using your arms to wrap themselves around the lower half where the stems were. you eyed the pink arrangement of roses, asters, and lilies before looking up at the prince, "thank you, your highness. i appreciate your gift."

"do you..." his cheeks turned pink as his voice dropped drastically in volume and he averted his gaze to the side, "do you like them?"

"well..." you paused, watching his facial expressions carefully, "do you want me to be honest?"

he nodded, still avoiding your gaze.

"i appreciate the thought behind this, but..." you paused, then decided to take a leap of faith and be truthful (as he had said), "actually, i don't really like flowers."

an awkward and tense silence soon followed after the words left your mouth. prince tobio was pretty much frozen in sheer shock, she doesn't like flowers?! then again, never did he once thought of considering the possibility that you did not have a liking for flowers.

"i... i see," he coughed. feeling the embarrassment creep in, he said, "i have some matters to attend to, so i'll leave first. enjoy the rest of your day."

with that, he turned and exited your study, leaving you with a bunch of flowers in your hands and deathly silent servants.

"call the two hostlers in," prince tobio said with a sigh once he was safely in his own study, massaging his temples with furrowed brows. is courting girls supposed to be this difficult?

a few minutes later, hinata brought the hostlers in, who were both starry-eyed and were definitely expecting good news out of the advice that they had given to the prince.

"so, was her ladyship completely starstruck? lovestruck, even?" tanaka asked, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the prince with hopeful eyes.

"did it go as planned, your highness?" nishinoya asked, his smile mirroring that of tanaka's.

the day that hinata had led prince tobio to tanaka and nishinoya, the two hostlers had given the prince some advice on the day itself.

"your highness, do you know what ladies really like?" tanaka said with a sly grin.

prince tobio shook his head, completely clueless. that itself was a given, since the prince had never gotten into a relationship before as he had dedicated his life to protecting the kingdom and learning how to be a good king to his subjects. to the prince, there was no space in his tightly packed schedule for romance.

"flowers," nishinoya piped up, "especially roses."

"why roses, specifically?" prince tobio asked, cocking his head to the side. was there a particular reason why roses were so popular among the ladies?

tanaka and nishinoya would have made a snide comment on how the prince was pretty much doomed to a life of being chronically single if his parents had not intervened to find a bride for him, but refrained from doing so lest they wanted their heads to roll off the guillotine. after all, he was the crown prince, and he was therefore the second-most powerful after the king himself. lopping off anyone else's head would be easy enough for him as long as he willed it to happen.

"that's because roses are a symbol of love in the language of flowers, your highness," tanaka explained, "if you give her ladyship roses, i'm certain that she will be able to see your feelings and accept them quickly!"

"no," prince tobio replied sharply, glaring at the two hostlers so harshly that shivers went up their spines, "she doesn't even like flowers."

tanaka's and nishinoya's eyes widened. this was the first time that they have ever heard of a lady not liking flowers at all. they glanced over at each other with an incredulous look on their faces, is her ladyship some sort of weird recluse?!

"is something the matter?" prince tobio asked, eyeing the two's non-verbal communication in front of him.

"n-no! nothing's wrong at all, your highness!" nishinoya said and shook his head vigorously.

"we're just surprised at how... unique her ladyship is!" tanaka said, faking a laugh, "there's no one quite as extraordinary as she is! am i right, nishinoya?"

he elbowed his friend, to which the latter laughed along with tanaka.

"well, what else do ladies like?" prince tobio asked, a frustrated crease appearing between his brows as he closed his eyes to think of something to remedy that day's situation as well.

"quality time!" nishinoya piped up, and prince tobio flung his eyes open to look at the shorter hostler, "if you spend more time around her ladyship, i'm sure she'll come to notice your affections a lot more!"

"spend time with her..." prince tobio muttered under his breath, then asked, "you mean, i have to set up a date with her or something?"

"not necessarily, your highness," tanaka said, "you can review documents together. you know, you just have to be by her side." he grinned, then continued, "it doesn't matter what you're doing. your presence is all that matters."

initially, you paid no mind when prince tobio said that he would be reviewing his documents while seated in your study. however, after a couple of minutes, you got rather concerned and, honestly, a little disturbed when you could feel the intensity of his gaze on your face. whenever you turned to look at him, he would immediately look back at his paperwork, pretending he had not been staring at you before. after what seemed like the twentieth time of doing so, you sighed and placed your pen down on your desk and looked at the prince, "your highness, please, just tell me what you want instead of staring at me like that."

he turned pink as he turned his head to the side, not wanting to make any sort of eye contact at all, "t-there's nothing in particular. i was simply... resting my eyes."

"your highness, looking at the greenery is a better solution to resting your eyes than staring at my face," you said, pushing your chair back as you stood up, "that being said, do you want to go on a walk with me?"

he whirled his head around and met your gaze with wide, confused eyes. he had never expected you to ask him to go on a walk together, but he was by no means disappointed, nor was he going to complain. instead, the corners of his lips curled upwards just very slightly as he, too, stood up, abandoning his paperwork, "sure. it's about time for me to take a break from reviewing these documents, anyway."

and so that was how the both of you exited the crown prince's palace to take a leisurely walk in the gardens. the air was fresh and the weather was rather cool, and it was all in all a perfect day to go on a walk. the both of you were not linking arms whatsoever and were maintaining a respectable distance between each other. an awkward silence hung in the air as you strolled about with the crown prince, looking anywhere else but each other: prince tobio was doing such so that he would not meet your gaze, and you were doing such because you thought that staring at him for a beat too long would be considered rude and improper.

"um, your highness, about that day," you were the first to break the ice, "i can explain."

"it's alright, it was my fault," prince tobio said, "i should've asked you about your preferences beforehand. i didn't know that you didn't like flowers."

"it's not that i don't like them," you said, "i simply think that they're kind of a waste. i mean, they die after a while, so i'd have to throw them out anyway and it'd be pointless." you then realised how your words could have been misinterpreted as you disregarding the prince's good intentions, so you added hastily, "i mean, i like things that last long. i don't like throwing my gifts away."

"oh, i see," prince tobio said, furrowing his brows together, so she likes things that can be kept and maintained.

"thank you for the flowers, though," you said. he turned to face you, only to see a small smile on your face as you said, "i liked them. really."

he felt his own cheeks begin to burn and he turned his head away before you could catch a glimpse of his red cheeks. he coughed, "i-i can get more for you if you'd like — ah, wait, you don't like flowers."

you laughed, "you learn fast, don't you, your highness?"

"s-shut up, dumbass," he muttered before trudging ahead of you, dying to bury his crimson face somewhere before anyone could catch sight of it and make fun of him for it. rumours of the prince turning red at a mere compliment would overwrite his image of having a cold exterior, which would not be good for him in court.

you watched as he walked on ahead and you picked up your pace to catch up, amusement seeping into your being. this side of the prince was a stark contrast to what you had heard about him.

perhaps he was not so bad of a person after all.

"so, how did it go, your highness?" the two hostlers looked at the prince with bated breath, hoping with all of their hearts that something positive happened this time, or it would really be off with their heads.

"she smiled at me," prince tobio said with an excited look in his eyes, but then frowned shortly afterwards after recalling your subsequent teasing, "oh, but she seemed to be making fun of me."

"t-that's okay, your highness! it's a positive step forward!" nishinoya said and held up two thumbs-up, smiling, "her ladyship is warming up to you!"

"really?" prince tobio looked at the two hostlers with wide, hopeful eyes that resembled those of an anticipating puppy waiting for praise.

"yes!" tanaka said, "so don't fret, your highness! you're doing really well!"

prince tobio's eyes were sparkling again, and tanaka and nishinoya looked at each other. They did not have the heart to not tell him that it could possibly be a negative sign as well, because lady qq might have actually been making fun of him.

"anyway! your highness, there's this last method you should try," tanaka said with a wink, "it'll be sure to catch her ladyship's heart—" — he snapped his fingers — "in an instant! just like that!"

"what is it?" prince tobio was more than intrigued to hear what tanaka had to offer.

"well," tanaka said, a proud grin on his face, "it's..."

"your ladyship, his highness the crown prince requests you to go to the greenhouse for tea with him."

you rubbed your temples. you were fatigued from the lessons from the past few weeks: you had been receiving supplemental crash courses on the additional aspects of ruling that you had not learnt while you were receiving classes as the heir to your father's duchy. a kingdom was far larger than a dukedom, so of course there were more things that rulers of kingdoms were subjected to know compared to those of dukedoms. you had barely been able to keep up, but miraculously, you were still functioning and capable of sitting in your study to absorb more material. maybe it was the studies that your parents had subjected you to that allowed your brain to absorb a little more information.

"alright, i'll go over to him now," you said, standing up.

you sucked in a breath and headed straight to the greenhouse with some maids accompanying you. truth to be told, you would love nothing more than to catch a couple of z's in your bedroom than be drinking tea with the prince. sure, he was your fiancé-to-be, but you prioritised your rest above all. you could not believe you still had the energy to smile and sit there with the prince despite all of your body’s cells screaming at you to get some sleep.

"you're here," prince tobio said as soon as you approached the table.

"thank you for preparing the tea," you said as you curtseyed before sitting down.

"the maids said that you like milk tea, so i've prepared that for today's tea session," he said, "and i heard that you like sweet foods, so i've prepared more sweet snacks."

you noted the milk tea in your cup, as well as the assortment of cakes and scones on the table before you turned to him, "thank you, your highness. i appreciate it."

slowly, you picked up your teacup and took a sip out of it, letting the sweet taste of the drink bloom across your tongue. you could hear the prince talking, but you could not bring your focus onto any of his words at all. it was as though you were stuck in some sort of container made of thick glass and you could barely hear what the people on the other end were saying. you closed your eyes for a second before opening them again, just before you felt something trickling down your nose. you lifted a hand up towards your face to wipe your nose and pulled away before looking down at your fingers, only to see red liquid smudging your fingertips. you looked back up at the prince and made eye contact before you felt all of your remaining strength leave your body and your eyes roll back into your skull.

your vision was coming back, little by little.

it was a little hazy at first when you first cracked your eyes open. however, the more you cranked them open by sheer force and determination, the fog started to clear up as clarity crept back into your eyesight.

"my lady!"

you felt someone grab your hand firmly and warmly, and you slowly turned your head to the side to see who it was. it was prince tobio, who was seated by your bedside with both of his hands clasped around your hand. concern was evident in his blue eyes as he locked eyes with you. you immediately tried to sit up, and he assisted you in doing so, until you were seated up properly with a pillow safely supporting your back.

"how are you feeling?" he asked, his brows creased together in concern.

"i feel fine," you muttered, your voice raspy. honestly, you felt as though you were in a confused daze, as though you had been asleep for an extensive period of time. you asked, "how long was i asleep for?"

"two days," he replied, then his frown deepening as he said, "you've been over-working yourself, haven't you?"

"i..." you were at a loss for words. you, too, were not sure how much or far you had pushed yourself because every single day had passed in one indistinct blur.

"you did," he answered in your stead, "and that's how your body finally crashed."

you stayed mute as he breathed out a sigh from his nose as he squeezed your hand gently, "studying is good, but don't push yourself too hard."

you looked at him with a confused look on your face, why would you care? i'm just someone you're forced to marry, anyway.

as if he could read your thoughts, he answered, "i worry because i'm your husband." he paused, then corrected himself, "well, husband-to-be, but that's not the point."

he cast his gaze down at your hands as he picked both of them up and held them gently, as if they were fragile glass pieces that could shatter with one wrong move, "please take care of yourself."

he looked back up at you to observe your facial expressions: your face was completely neutral and seemingly guarded as you met his gaze. disappointment filled his lungs as he said, "i'll leave you to rest."

gingerly, he let go of her hands (that he had placed on her lap) before getting up from the chair and leaving your room, not before taking some extra precautions with your maids and butler. as the door swung shut behind him, he sighed, looks like that didn't work, either.

"anyway! your highness, there's this last method you should try," tanaka said with a wink, "it'll be sure to catch her ladyship's heart—" — he snapped his fingers — "in an instant! just like that!"

"what is it?" prince tobio was more than intrigued to hear what tanaka had to offer, leaning forward and hanging onto his every word as if he were preaching the holy word.

"well," tanaka said, a proud grin on his face, "it's... to be a gentleman towards her! nothing else beats a guy who treats her well."

"what on earth, ryuu!" nishinoya smacked tanaka's bicep, "what if her ladyship likes guys that degrade her and stuff? you know, the mean types!"

"i don't think she does," tanaka retorted with a frown, "what kind of crazy psycho—" — then, upon remembering that he was talking about the future crown princess here, he quickly stopped himself mid-sentence and changed his words — "i mean, person would reject flowers?" he added, "my guess is that she's not the innocent sort that would love a bad boy to sweep her off her feet." he grinned, "wanna bet, noya?"

i suppose it's another fail today, then, prince tobio sighed as he walked down the hallway.

however, if he had chosen to turn around and take a sneak peek into the room, he would have seen the telltale blush rising on your cheeks.

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley / fem!Reader

Summary:   Simon finds out his girlfriend is pregnant. He's determined to be the good father he never had.

Content:  civilian girlfriend, established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, Ghost as a dad not just daddy, so much fluff, some mild sexual undertones

Word Count:   1.7k

Notes: Okay so this request could have gone two ways: either Ghost knows or doesn't know about the pregnancy. But I thought it would be kind of strange... like in a maybe-she-cheated-on-me way if she didn't tell him (because why else wouldn't she, realistically). I decided on making him super happy/fluffy/anxious with anticipation instead 🫶🏻

Two months ago, everything had started with a nervous phone call, a teary-eyed confession, stunned silence. She'd been trembling as she clutched the pregnancy test in one hand, phone pressed to her ear in the other.

Simon had been dead silent for several endless moments, and more tears had gathered in her eyes, because god damn, now was probably not the time, why had they ever thought it would be okay not to use condoms-

"Pregnant?" He whispered, oceans apart but his voice as close as though Simon was right beside her.

"Y-yes," she whispered back, staring at the little screen that read 3-4 weeks. "I think so."

"And you took only one, yeah?" He said, voice gentle. Hopeful. Was it because he hoped this one had malfunctioned, or because he wanted it to be true?

"Yes, I only had one at home, for-" emergencies, she almost said, but that felt wrong. Because despite the bad timing, a tiny flutter of excitement jumped around her belly at the prospect of having a child, Simon's baby. "Just in case."

"Alright, sweetheart," he exhaled on the other end of the line. "How about you go to the shop, and buy a couple more from different brands so we can be sure, hm?"

"Will you stay on the phone with me, Si?" She whispered, and he hummed in agreement.

They pointedly didn't talk about the potential baby on the way to the supermarket, with Simon giving her a rundown of what he'd been up to in the last week (probably highly censored for her sake) and her trying not to crash the car with all the nervous energy running through her.

She bought different ones, all the way from cheap to expensive, pink to blue, and chucked in some chocolate bars and crisps for good measure. Either way, she was most likely going to cry on the sofa tonight.

Simon's calm deep voice never left as she took the tests one after another, all lined up on the bathroom counter. They waited together, tense with anticipation.

"They're positive," she said, staring. "All of them."

"Oh, thank God," Simon groaned, and his voice was a little muffled as though he'd pressed his face into the pillow. 

Now, two months later, things had drastically changed in every single way one could imagine. For starters, they'd been forced to not only talk about money but also the fact that they didn't have a shared flat, let alone enough space for another tiny human. 

Simon wanted to buy a small house for them, but the thought of him spending that kind of money made her uneasy. They'd argued about it several times already, and he'd only given it a rest when she agreed to casually go to a couple listings in their preferred area during the upcoming months.

Not only was their shared Amazon account flooded with parenting and pregnancy-related guidebooks that Simon downloaded to his Kindle religiously, but an avalanche of parcels had started overflowing her living room as well.

XL packs of diapers, a crib, swaddling cloths, pacifiers, toys, a night light. All of it was delivered by increasingly familiar postmen, with her resigning to the fact that Simon was losing his mind.

"Honey," she whined into her phone one evening, pulling out a series of zoo animal-themed bath towels. "It's not even here yet!"

"She isn't here yet," he corrected her with a clearing of the throat. "And once she is, you'll thank me for being prepared."

"You don't even know if it's a girl," she groaned, folding the newest purchase away with an eye roll. 

"Of course I do," Simon replied with so much conviction that she almost believed him. "I was the one who-"

"Produced her?" She grinned, and he huffed a breath of amusement. 

"Yes," his voice was dark and smooth as silk, suddenly making her mouth run dry. 

"I miss you, Si," she whispered, playing with the drawstrings of her pyjama bottoms.

"Not long now, then I'll be home with you. Be a good girl and take care of yourself and my daughter until I'm back, yeah?"

It made her thighs clench a little, and judging by the knowing smile in Simon's voice, he knew exactly what he was doing to her and her hormones. Good lord, if she'd known that he would embrace being a father like this, the baby fever probably would have struck her way sooner.

"I don't want to wait," she pouted, and Simon chuckled.

"I know darlin', I know."

She was standing on tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd of people gathered around the double doors labelled arrivals. Many had come and gone already, but she knew that Simon often got stuck in additional security screenings and customs - so while the long wait sucked, it gave her some more time to gather herself.

When she'd stood in this exact spot three and a half months ago, she never would have guessed that it would be the last few weeks where it was only the two of them. 

No matter what happened from here on out, there would always be something that bound Simon to her, that spoke of the love they had for one another: a child. 

And while her boyfriend was hellbent on it being a girl, she secretly hoped for a mini version of him. One she could hold and adore whenever his daddy was away, whose dark brown eyes and pale lashes would surely steal everybody's heart in no time at all. 

She wondered if it would be a quiet kid, perhaps a bookworm or an animal lover? Would she be the one to teach them how to swim? Was Simon going to take his alleged daughter on the back of his motorcycle to school, just to show off? 

Smiling and stroking her stomach absentmindedly, she almost missed the tall frame of her boyfriend as he squeezed himself past a group of elderly men, looking for her. When Simon spotted her, he made a straight line towards her, and people hastily stepped out of his way when it became clear that he was ready to go straight through them if he had to.

Under normal circumstances, she might have been a little embarrassed by all the curious and irritated glances that fell on them, but then Simon was right there, yanking his facemask down.

He was beaming so widely, that the scar bisecting his lower lip and chin disappeared almost entirely from being stretched so far. 

Simon scooped her up in his arms, uncaring of the heavy backpack he was still carrying and then twirled her around a few times, face buried in her neck and shoulder. She laughed, trying to hold on, overwhelmed by the completely uncharacteristic display of affection but pleased regardless.

"Look at you," he smiled as he gently lowered her back to her own feet, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You're glowing." 

"I think that's just something they tell pregnant women so they feel better about the whole thing," she grinned, accepting the quick kiss he pressed to her mouth and nose.

Simon rolled his eyes, grabbed her hand and steered her towards the airport exit.

"I don't think she's really in there," Simon frowned, examining her stomach from all sides. They were lying on the sofa, with her only in sweatpants and a bra while Simon was draped over her legs, face practically squished into her tummy. "It's so quiet. And you don't look any different!"

The accusation in his voice made her snort, and she gently carded her fingers through his curls. He put his ear back to her stomach, breathing deeply.

"What, do you expect her to say hello daddy, please don't disturb my nap time? The only thing you're going to hear is my stomach growling from being neglected so much."

Simon's head whipped up so fast, she would have scooted back in fright if not for the heavy weight between her legs. 

"Are you hungry? Why didn't you say anything? We can have snacks before dinner is ready-"

Grabbing his head between both hands until she could squish his cheeks together and shut him up that way, his girlfriend stared into Simon's eyes with an exasperated smile. She leaned forward and kissed his puckered lips for a moment, then released him.

"Si, while I would never say no to snacks, you need to relax. I'm not starving, and the baby isn't either, because that's what you're really worried about, isn't it?"

The guilty shake of the head and half-hearted denial made her roll her eyes and pull him closer again. Simon rested his head on her chest, arms wrapped tightly under her back. They lay there while listening to the early October rain knock against her living room windows.

"She's the size of a lime now, did you know?" He mumbled. "And we'll be able to hear her heartbeat during the scan tomorrow. At the end of the first trimester babies usually-"

Sighing happily, she wiggled a bit deeper into his embrace and listened to Simon's deep voice as he eventually launched into a detailed list of questions he had prepared for the doctor already. 

And it felt amazing to know that the man who possessed her heart in its entirety, who had carved a space for her in his life full of violence and death, could be so tender, could change so much for the sake of their family. 

"I love you, Simon," she interrupted him, and he blinked, turning his head so his chin rested on her sternum.

"I love you too, honey," he smiled. "You okay?"

"Never been better."

Not me staring at my positive covid test like... this was not what we just wrote about, body. 😭

But still: Blushing, kicking my feet, giggling. I absolutely adore writing these tough men be super soft for their significant other - and I always headcanon Ghost to be like that in private. How chatty and excited he'd be, now that he'll have a family, I- 😭

My other COD writing can be found in this masterlist, as well as my shorter COD headcanons. 🫶🏻

I hope the person who requested this liked it, and that everybody else found something to smile about as well! Stay safe, until next time. - A✨

just a couple of eepy tired old men 😴

"I'm innocent" 🤪(warning:suggestive theme😇)

Blade c.ai by @luvchoo

Uh oh-🤐😶

P/s:Dan heng C.ai by yuckkyo

what do you guys think about this Pic 😉

Surprise guest.

offf-!..I mean...😶😐

Oh....Suguru...🤐😬

Goodbye,My Love

it breaks my heart that we cant even utter those words💔 ~your only love

p/s:is it bad i like to see him crying?😁😇

AzulSus

That suspicious🤔💀