Vulnerable!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Kehlani (OC)

TW: mentions of alcohol and vomiting

He had done it again. The boundary she had asked him more than once not to cross, the excessive drinking that made her stomach turn, made him less like himself. He wasn't the Simon she fell for, he was Ghost, the man who hid behind the mask to curb his anxieties, to keep himself free of connections to those who he did not trust. She did love Ghost, but not in the same way as she loved Simon.

"You promised..." Kehlani murmured, not looking at him as he took the mask off, setting it on the desk.

She knew if she looked at him, those brown eyes she loved to gaze into so often threatening to pull her in again, to make her forgive him for what he had done with minimal pleading.

Not this time.

"Lani, please look at me."

She almost did, almost gave in as easily as she would have before, his voice calling her by that nickname, the one he used when he apologized every time he hurt her. She couldn't give in so easily.

"You promised me, Simon."

He was Simon this time, not Si. That ache in his chest grew and he swore he could cry right then, but he didn't. He held it in.

His steps were quiet as he approached, even in those heavy boots. She should have expected it, gasping as he spun her around to look at him. She didn't make eye contact for long, gazing away and crossing her arms over her chest, fighting back her own tears.

"'m sorry, Lani. I am."

She shook her head, backing away from him, only for him to take a step closer. She was more aware of the bed behind her and cursed herself.

"Leave." she said as she sat down, looking down at her lap. "Go stay with Johnny."

"I want to be here with you, my wife."

"Yeah? Well, you should have thought about that before you went drinking like that. How do you think I found out? You weren't gonna tell me yourself. Your best mate had to tell me that he was caring for you while you puked your guts up." she hissed, glaring up at him.

"I said I was sorry." His words were firm, matter of fact. He kept a stoic expression as usual, afraid to be vulnerable. It wasn't him, wasn't Ghost. That was Simon.

She scoffed. "Your words don't match your actions. You're my husband, you're supposed to come talk to me when shit gets hard. You promised me in our vows, in front of everyone and here you are, doing it again. You promised me last time I had to pick you up because Johnny didn't trust himself to get you anywhere safer. You..." She trailed off, wiping away the tears that began to roll down her cheeks. "I can't do this."

That seemed to be all it took for him to be Simon, for the metaphorical mask to fall, for him to realize how utterly fucked up he was for hurting her again. He did promise.

"Please no. Please, I..." He swallowed thickly, shaking his head, furrowing his brows. He moved closer, nudging himself between her legs which she so easily let fall apart for him to occupy the space. "I need you, I love you. Don't do this."

She didn't look up at him, knowing what she would see if she did. She knew she would accept his apology, knew he would kiss her as thanks before making her forget what he had done for the rest of the night by touching her the way she liked to be touched, kissing her with so much passion that it had her breathless. She ached just thinking about it.

"I won't do it again, please believe me." He was begging her, pleading as he gripped her chin, turning her head up carefully so she looked at him, eyes flicking across her features before he got down on his knees, taking her hands in his own. "Please, Kehlani."

"Si..."

"I'll keep my promise, I won't do it again. For you."

She shook her head. It wasn't enough. "No."

She swore she could see his heart break, tears welling up in his eyes, cheeks reddened, brows furrowed. Her own threatened to break as she watched a single tear roll down his cheek.

"Please..." His tone was a whisper as he moved his hands to her waist, thumbs underneath the hem of her shirt, teasing her skin. "Don't leave me."

He ducked his head, kissing her bare thighs, moving his hands swiftly under her shirt, fingertips digging into the soft flesh there as he kissed between her thighs, nose against the lacy fabric that covered her there. She bit back a moan, moving her hands to the bed.

Pairing: Emerson x Soap (u2)

The familiar sound of a violin could be heard from downstairs while Soap finished shaving and washing his face, a small smile on his face. His smile dropped when he heard the wrong note played. He was quick to dry his face with the towel before putting his shirt back on and going downstairs to the living room.

"Em?" His tone was cautious, volume quieter than normal.

When she didn't turn to face him, he stepped closer. When he noticed how her shoulders began to shake, he was quick to move forward and take her violin carefully from her hands, setting it in the open case by her feet and then the bow before he wrapped his arms around her, heart breaking as he heard her sniffle.

"Wha's got ya like this, lass?" he asked gently, kissing her shoulder before turning her to face him, kissing her forehead and gently tilting her chin up. He thumbed away her tears and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"I tried playin' the song ma taught me an' I cannae ge' i' righ'..." she managed through sniffles and a whimper, burying her face against Soap's shoulder.

"'m sure she'd love it anyways. Cannae rush it, jus' take yer time." he whispered, rubbing her back. "Lemme hear it?"

She looked up at him and pouted. "'s no good, Johnny..."

"m sure it is." he chuckled, caressing her cheek before kissing her lips gently. When he pulled away, he smiled at her and she blushed.

"Okay." she sighed, wiping her face before going to grab her violin again.

Soap smiled and sat on the recliner, watching as she took a breath and readied herself before she began playing. He listened and watched, amazed still even after all of the years he had listened and seen her play even before they got together. Being 11 years older than her meant he knew the things she liked longer than normal, even when those things changed for her. He knew her favorite foods, the way she preferred to wear her hair when it wasn't loose, her favorite colors and what jewelry she loved. He knew she loved archery and playing the violin as her mother taught her from a young age and she played in school, and he knew that she could play by ear most of the time.

When she finished, he clapped for her and smiled. "See? I knew you could do it." he said.

She put the violin away and walked over, moving onto his lap and kissing his face. He chuckled and held her close, a hand slipping up underneath the hem of her tank top, thumb rubbing her skin.

"Proud o' me?" she asked, kissing his neck.

He hummed in response, closing his eyes. "Aye."

"Show me?"

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Comfort [Emerson x Soap]

(Need someone to write a fic w vocal!ghost and he calls u mama...)

that someone is me

18+, fem!reader, pregnancy+babies mention

Gonna make it a cat bed.