Warning/Heads up!
So, the last little bit I wrote—Nightly—had a lot of smut in it. I decided, since I'm not really good at writing smut, or whatever, this will be a little angst. If you want more smut chapters, please let me know!
This is the ending of chapter two, but don't worry, there will be a chapter three.
I will start to write more stories, and stuff! I will end up writing more later, i don't fuckin know.
Also, spoiler alert, you will be having some type of romance with a specific guy that isn't captain price...
Anyways. I hope this reaches out to you sigmas.
Tw: Angst, sad, ect..
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Your sitting on the bathroom floor. Tears are rushing down your face. You just caught news that people were spreading rumors—and the rumors were about you being a barracks bunny. You can't be a barracks bunny though– you only had sex with your fuckin captain.
You felt sorry for yourself, but you felt like it was all your fault. It probably was your fault. You look at yourself in the mirror, your phone vibrating on the sink. You don't care. You feel sick, like a ton of bricks was just dropped onto you.
You hear a knock at your door. Before you can even tell them to leave you alone, they open it.
Who is it?
Your fucking teammate, Simon Fucking Riley.
"Hey there- just checkin' in on ya'." Simon says, his British accent thick. You stare at him, wiping your tears. "Dont fuckin' worry about it. You got shit to do, right?" You hiss at him. (Not literally. Your a fucking human—not a God damn snake.) "I heard the rumors." He says under his breath. You go silent. "Listen- I know yer not in a mood to deal with my arse. But I feel bad." Simon walks into the bathroom, shutting the door.
"Dont pity me. It's all my fault." You say, sitting on the toilet seat. He kneels down to get to your level, sighing. "I know your not a fuckin' bunny. Your not like that. Even if you did fuck the captain- that doesn't change shit."
You shrug. You feel a soft hand on your chin. "Look at me, luv'. You did nothing wrong, ok?" Simon says, cupping your cheek. You lean into his touch, feeling comforted by it.
Ghost suddenly pulls you into a gentle but passionate kiss—your body freezing. He pulls away a couple seconds later, smiling. "What can I do to make you feel better?" You get off of the toilet seat—collapsing on him. Your hands wrap around his neck, clinging onto him. He allows this, his hand cupping the back of your head.
He was so gentle—you would've never expected him to be like this towards you.
To Be Continued.
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HOLY FUCK DID THAT TAKE ME SO FUCKING LONG
I practically just wrote a essay
#notfailingenglish!!!
Okay sorry for the sad story 😶
