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maliwan-grace Ā· 2 months ago
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All I'm saying, ALL I'M SAYING
Nikto x reader is peak "last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me."
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"Do it again."
Also, obviously, hes already ordered you two a joint tombstone, isn't he so romantic?
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anthyies Ā· 1 year ago
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You actually arenā€™t allowed to use the Tim Drake Has Issues or Tim Drake Needs A Hug or Tim Drake Is Not Okay or the Bad Parents Jack & Janet Drake tags until you read my 270 issue reading list. Sorry
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le-velo-pour-dru Ā· 2 years ago
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I'm literally so normal about watching iDKHOW/Brobecks videos on the TV <3 (<- complete lies)
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ophelieverse Ā· 6 months ago
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please please please i need you to write something for my man Aegon I love how you write for himšŸ˜­
āž³ā™”before fire takes it all
Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader
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-summary:normally Aegon would ignore Helaena and her strange behavior but,since his wife Y/n got pregnant,he canā€™t help but think about the words his sister said the moment he announced the news.
-warnings:set in season 1,pre blood and cheese and luke death,teen pregnancy(both Aegon and reader are sixteen),talk about child death,Aegon being paranoid and keeping secrets,Helaena predictions,classic asoiaf warnings,reader can be of whatever house you want.
-thank you so much for the request and let me know what you guys think,send you all my lovešŸ©·
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It hurts.
Love,Aegon thinks.
Love hurts.
His heart bursts,his heart explodes,his heart climbs down his throat and assaults his temples, squeezing and compressing them until his eyes darken,until it scars the tormented irises and pupils.
Loving too much is fatal.Or not?
Isn't that so?
Live well,live badly.Does he lives at all?
ā€œI don't knowā€,his conscience responds.
Aegon would like to know,but he doesnā€™t know.He doesnā€™t even think he knows what the right way to live is anymore,heā€™s terrified that he doesnā€™t know what it means to live anymore.
How can he live?How?
How can he pretend that everything is alright?That everything,in the future,is going to be alright?
Normally Aegon wouldnā€™t think about these sort of things,he used to live day by day dictated by his own selfish desires.But since he had got married two years ago,something in him changed completely.He started to understand what it meant to love and live for someone else,to wake up every morning early to just watch her sleep so soundly next to him,to stay sober at every hour so that he could remember her kind words,her sweet face and calm voice.Wanting to be a different version,a better one,of himself only because she showed him that he deserved happiness and love like everyone else and in return he only wanted to give her the best he could.
But golden necklaces,earrings,beautiful flowers and the most expensive dresses could not fill the hole that was slowly opening under their feet,a hidden tragedy ready to swallow them whole and to break their hearts and souls forever.
Aegon wasnā€™t one to listen to his family,he longed for his mother love and his father attention,he despised his older half sister,made fun of his younger brothers and mostly ignored his other sister.Only this time,something happened,something made him look in Helaena direction for the first time and his ears had caught every single word that she had whispered to herself.
His wife,Lady Y/n,the most beautiful and kind woman,a innocent young girl with a heart too big for her body,was pregnant.It was true,what they said about expecting women,she was glowing like the most precious diamond and her happiness about becoming a mother,the mother of the lover of her life child,couldnā€™t be contained by her shiny eyes and big smile.
Ā«The Maester said that signs suggest is going to be a boy.Ā»Aegon had announced one day at the breakfast table.
His mother had smiled kindly and Aemond had nodded giving his shoulder a warm squeeze.It was still too early in the pregnancy to understand whether is was going to be boy or a girl,but still Aegon had hoped that the Maester was right.Having a son was a dream that he never dared to imagine or to say out loud until then,the living proof that he was going to be better than his father ever was for him.
Helaena was sitting next to him,quietly playing with a wooden butterfly,all lost in the secret gardens of her mind when she muttered something: Ā«A son for a son.Ā»without even understanding her own words.
As their mother and brother were talking,Aegon turned slightly toward her.Usually he wouldnā€™t pay attention to his sister and her strange behavior,he was disgusted by all of those insects that she so lovingly brought everywhere like some pet on a leash and he was so relieved when his father had betrothed him to Y/n instead that her.He wouldnā€™t even lister or look over her if in the past,her silent words of warning werenā€™t revealed to be the sour truth.Aemond had lost an eye just like she had said.Maybe if back then he had listened to her,he would have helped his brother and nothing would have happened.
Ā«What does it mean?Ā»Aegon had whispered to her confused.
Helaena wasnā€™t looking at him,her fingers gracefully tracing the toyĀ«They only want the boy,not the girl.Ā»she said as if she didnā€™t heard him,nodding to herself.
Aegon left the spoon that he was holding,a sensation of nausea was crawling up his stomach,his heart beating fasterĀ«The boy?My boy?Who wants him?Ā»he asked.
His sister stayed quiet,every second felt like an agony for him.His mind became of stone and a part of his was laughing for the fact that he was actually really listening to her,to her crazy words and empty head.But still,something,maybe his father instinct that was already part of him,told him that what she was saying was another dark truth.
A boy and a girl,she had said.He was going to have both,twins.He couldnā€™t even imagine it,praying that they would take after their mother soft and gentle spirit but also his fierce nature.Y/n would have been delighted to know that they were about to have twice of the love,but what would she said if she knew that someone wanted their son?
Ā«The rats.Ā»Helaena answered then,her eyes bore holes in his as she turned to look at her older brother,shiny lilac flowers watered in fear and condolences.
It had been months since that conversation and Aegon couldnā€™t stop to think about it.Every night,as he watched Y/n sleep next to him while he so gently caressed her belly where two new lives were growing,he could still feel his sister horrified stare on him and her heavy words in his ears.
Y/n is talking to Aegon,while they were lying under the covers of their bed.Her head is on his chest,her hair smelled of flowers and peaches,her voice sleepy and always so tender as his hand was staying on her swollen stomach.She's talking to him about her day and he can't listen to her,he can't even see her behind his pale eyelashes that lower,behind his tired eyelids that are threatening to close tightly.
With the fingers of his free hand he massage them,the nail of his index finger finds a tear that was hidden there,at the corner of the right eye,and uprooting it,let it be dried out by air.
Aegon was exhausted.He had difficulty to sleep when every sound made him jump,every shadow in the corner gave him a heart attack.
He would like to stop thinking,he would like to find a way to turn off his mind,to blow up the candle that kept his brain from sleeping and this crazy thought makes him understand that he had become even more incredibly pathetic than he already was.
Aegon was terrorized.If he already ignored Helaena,now he was avoiding her like the plague in fear that she could say something else,or worse,talk about her thoughts to Y/n.
Y/n,his beautiful and sweet wife,already had so much to think about.Being eight months pregnant was taking a toll on her,even though she never stopped smiling,he could see that she was tired and that her body couldnā€™t bare it anymore.He couldnā€™t let her worry about something that his weird sister said to him,not when the Maester said that she needed peace,calmness and affection.And even if he hadnā€™t said that,how could Aegon tell her what was keeping him awake at night?
He set more and more knights to follow his wife around to make sure that nothing happened to her and his children,the Maester came to check on her at least once a day and when he wasnā€™t with her,his mother would keep her company in the solarium.He had personally hired people to hunt the rats of the Red Keep.Aegon so often dreamed of being just like the armors that Ser Arryk wears,cold, motionless,empty,that he has come to believe that it would be beautiful,it would be fulfilling,to be something without emotions and rest in a corner without light.
Aegon had still to meet his son,both of his children,after he had dreamed of him,of them,for so long.And yet already someone wanted to take his baby away from him.
The flashes of the veins on his forehead tingle and he clash,he crush himself,against an imaginary expanse of water that slaps his brain,crushes his lungs with long ivory tusks,disfigures his face.
Aegon was blocked.
He was stuck in some claustrophobic scribbled box,in a rusty bubble of his faulty soul,and he was afraid see beyond.But he could see the future,the one that Helaena had tried to warn him about.
He could see beyond and,the certainty is disconcerting,he clearly see that the worst nightmare of any human being,what wakes up men in the middle of the night and scares children with simple shadows,is the awareness of being chased:no one can ever escape from themselves,no one has ever escaped from destiny.
Not even him,especially him.
Because Aegon knew already,tasting it on the tip of his tongue,that what will happen is was going to be his fault.Certainly not because of Y/n.
Ā«Am I boring you?Ā»Y/n voice was tired but still sweetĀ«Forgive me,my days are monotonous,predictable and highly boring.Ā»she huffed,caressing his hand above her stomach.
Ever since she had started showing,her husband treated her like the finest and most delicate porcelain.All she could do during the day was read in their chambers,walk through the gardens and pray with the Queen.Not exactly a vivacious life,especially since Ser Arryk followed her every move.
She yawns,she apologizes,and Aegon finally slam the lumpy eyelashes and look at her.
Y/n is smiling,innocent,carrying his children and then his body moves by itself,he act instinctively, and get her closer to him.
A hand behind her nape,a strong and fast grip, almost stuttered,and Aegon feel her words on the palate,he eat them between his lips moving on her open mouth.He kiss her badly,and he hurt himself,he will hurt both of them,he kiss her following the dull rhythm of his ears,he kiss her and he pass the noise of his thoughts to her.
Aegon feels a hole in the center of his throat,a knot of cries,and this makes him sway and covers his eyes with torn red lightning here and there,it breaks his mind.Yet he keep kissing her.He have to kiss her.
Kissing Y/n scratches his soul,kissing her stirs up his fears and reminds him,in the pause of one of her breath,the so natural way in which pleasure and pain mix,get tangled,whenever pieces of skin graze and play with the tongues and crests of a fire.Fingertips caressing purple flames,white sheets reduced to blackened shreds,a plate of ice lying on the jigular.
Kissing Y/n now is like taking a sip of salt.Filling her mouth,having her under his palms,feeling the boiling heat of her cheeks against his nose and against his upper lip.
Y/n forces Aegon to give her every good part of himself,even those he thought were lost by now,and she does it with twisting tongues or with an annoying clash of teeth.All it takes is a simple touch and heā€™s willing to give her the world.She makes him wanting to be a better person and he so scared to fail her,that he wouldnā€™t be able to protect her and the most precious things that they created together.
Ā«Aegon.Ā»she whispered on his lips,eyes fluttered closed.
Ā«I love you.Ā»he said without thinkingĀ«I love you and our children.And I didn't think I could ever love,not this way.Ā»he confessed,his voice trembling as his mouth was on hers again.
Ā«I love you too.Are you alright sweetheart?Ā»Y/n asked placing a hand on his warm cheek,she could read him like a open book but sometimes even her couldnā€™t understand him completely.
Aegon wished he could tell her all about what was going on in his mind.To share with her his deepest fears,to let her hold him and tell him that everything is going to be alright and that they will be safe and together for all of their lives.
But when she starts kissing him in a different way,like a helpless girl who would let herself do anything from him,when she starts kissing him with a teenage heat,a heat so in love and so lost, then he would like to do something else.
He would like to yell all the terrible words that Helaena told him,he would like to tug on her and burst her stupid and crazy soap bubbles in front of her eyes and he would like to do it just to remind her who he really was.To remind his sweet Y/n that so willingly loved,accepted and cherished him,that believed that with him nothing could touch her,that he was still a dragon and dragons are known to burn people.
Aegon doesnā€™t answer her,he just lets his forehead on hers with his eyes closed.
Ā«You donā€™t have to worry.Ā»Y/n murmured against his skinĀ«You are not like your father and our children already know that,they love you just like I do.Ā»she promised him,their hands interlaced on her belly.
He had voiced his concerns about fatherhood the moment she told him that she was with child,his child.Children now.And she had spent countless nights reassuring him that he was going to be a good father,a better one,unlike his.That he was going to be there for them,but now he knows that he canā€™t escape his own fate.His father shadow will forever be there to remind him that they are just the same:bound to fail their families.
ā€œStop it,please.Stop holding my heart so tight in your hands,that's enough.ā€Aegon thought.
It was in moments like these that Aegon remembered that Y/n was just a girl,a frightened sixteen years old who lives every second with her chest open,her heart too visible to anyone,too exposed.The feelings,the emotions,painted between her bright eyes and lips,make her an easy target,a sacrificial lamb,a too good person who can easily be stabbed in the back.
Her goodness and naivety makes her vulnerable and Aegon knows it,Gods,he knows it.
Because Y/n is not,in the slightest,capable of defending herself,she is not even able to understand the reality of the universe,she does not come to terms with the subtle and treacherous truths.She does not accept the existence of evil in the world,she does not accept the possibility that often what is considered good and right,is not really good,is not really right.
So how could Aegon get her away from the black that drips from his nails,scars,thoughts?Y/n thinks she knows how dark his soul is,she thinks she's got it,but he know she doesnā€™t.
It will never be like this.
Ā«Aegon.Ā»she calls for him again as soon as she realizes that his mind is wandering too far.
Y/n throws his name on his skin and he swallow the panic that warms his esophagus,which runs through his every rib,as he block her head in his hands,almost in a trap.
Aegon push her to lie on the mattress,make her collapse between the pillows almost as if he had beaten her in a duel,and he hovers on top of her relaxed body,carefully holding her stomach.
Y/n doesn't tremble.
Heā€™s are literally assaulting her and she lets him do it,she agrees,she welcomes him between her legs,in her heart,in her mouth that moves a little away from his and then falls on his eyelids that are still closed.
Aegon wish he could tear his eyes out,blind himself with huge metal spikes.He doesnā€™t let anyone get so close to him,heā€™d never done it and now more than before he wished didnā€™t do it.Because now they would see it,they already saw it.It was evident,under the lights and everyone eyes that his legacy was about to be born and die all in once.
Even the rats will see it.If someone dared to direct their steps towards Aegon,if someone dared even raise their head towards him,they would see his pupils and find Y/n and their children in there.
At the center of all his thoughts,of all his hopes:the end of an entire life that has bent over itself in the hope of scraping together some more time and living it with them.
So what's wrong?What binds his eyelashes in a white spider web?Could Helaena be right or he was being paranoid again?She was right about the fact that Y/n was carrying twins,the Maester had confirmed it months ago,but could she be right about the rest?
Then he felt it,against his warm palm and his heart skip a beat.A little kick,yet strong and determined to be felt.
Ā«Looks like someone woke up.Ā»Y/n giggled,looking down at her body.
Ā«I didnā€™t mean to wake them.Iā€™m sorry.Ā»is all that Aegon can whisper and he doesnā€™t even know what heā€™s really apologizing for.
Y/n listens to him and suddenly recognizes something in the tone of his voice.She relaxes her limbs under him even more,completely wipes away any trace of tension as if someone had just cut the thin threads that moved her body,and she sulks as she touches his lilac eyes that he still deny her,stubbornly.
Ā«Why are you so sad?What happened?Ā»she said,concern covering all her beautiful face.
Itā€™s not what happened,but what could happen.
Aegon forced a smile on his lipsĀ«A bad dream.That's all.Ā»he lies,shaking his head.
Thats what he prayed every night,that it was all a nightmare and that he would wake up soon.
Y/n rubs her fingertips on his eyelashes and he feel her lips lying against his cheekbone.Sheā€™s smiling.
Ā«Don't worry.I just found the last sleep crumbs that were hiding from you and threw them away. They were the ones who held back the bad dream and now they are gone.Ā»she explained to him,peppering sweet kisses on his face.
Aegon eyelids rise on their own and he clash with the flickering image of his wife looking at him and bringing to his face her index finger on which one of his eyelashes is placed,almost a crescent moon caught in the air and hovering towards the earth.
Ā«Do you want to make a wish?My mother always told me to do it,but I have to admit that almost none of my wishes ever came true in this way. Maybe I was asking for impossible things,out of my reach.Same thing with the shooting stars.Do you want to try anyway?Ā»Y/n was rumbling,now he remembered why she was friends with his sister.
Aegon leverage his elbows,without getting too far away from her and look at her strangelyĀ«What?Ā»he asked confused.
His cheeks mottled red and it seems to him that the way she bites her lips is yet another punch against his anesthetized emotions.
Ā«Forgive me,it's such a stupid thing.Please forget it.Ā»and while she is saying it she moves her nail in the act of throwing away his wish that has taken on the common form of a pale eyelash.
Y/n gesture makes the eyelash roll down and it swirls over itself and chases the earth,chases its tail,forms several open circles into which he stick his dream,his nightmare,his hidden thought.
The eyelash is lost on the red carpet and Aegon don't see it anymore.
He look for Y/n gaze again as she pushes him back into kissing her.She asks him,clumsily,to let go of those silly words of hers.The words of a girl that was still too young and forced by her father to grow up too fast,a girl hat was still a child herself with all of her fantasies and fairytales.A child that will raise children soon.
Because Y/n was better than Aegon,she is,even if she doesn't know it,and she showed it to him so many times that he has now lost count of the occasions when he felt at fault.Occasions when he realized he don't deserve her.
Aegon prefer to ignore this reality of the facts,he prefer to put his lips on her collarbone and bite slowly,resume and rummaging through her fertile body,one hand in her hair and the other under her nightgown,and grab as much as much as she offers him.
And Y/n offers Aegon everything,always.
Ā«No wish was ever fulfilled?No one?Ā»the question comes out of his teeth before he can control it,it pours out as his mouth moves over her belly that he suddenly feel quiver.
She is laughing.All three of them are,he realizes as he start tracing with his fingers his children imaginary features on the skin of her stomach.
Ā«Maybe two of them.Ā»Y/n says,referring to the lives she created inside of herĀ«But I found out that my wishes only come true when I look at myself in a puddle.Ā»she laughs again with her mouth open and then moves her head into a pillow.
His fingertips tingle on contact with her skin and his stomach closes into a knot the moment he notice how the intimacy that his movements has turned into familiarity.Because that is what they were going to be soon,a family.
Ā«When did you looked at yourself into a puddle?Ā»Aegon suddenly asked,giggling a bit when another kick met his hand.
Y/n hand found its way into his messy silver locksĀ«The day that my father had accompanied me here for our betrothal.Ā»she tells him,a warm feeling in her chest at the memory.
Ā«It was raining.Ā»he said,he remembered perfectly the first time he saw her.
He remembered her father fussing all over her wet hair,trying to adjust her dress and to make her look presentable.But she was still the most beautiful and vulnerable creature that Aegon had aver seen.A little wet bird in a golden cage.
She noddedĀ«Before entering the Keep i took a deep breath and,as I stared at my reflection into a puddle at my feet,I secretly wished that the husband i was going to have would love him as much as I love looking at the star.Ā»she smiled lovingly down at him.
It came true.Aegon felt his heart exploding in his chest,he loved his wife more than anything in the world.It was so easy for him to love her,how could he not?The thought that she had to wish for something like that,for something that for him was like breathing made his eyes flutter with little tears.
Aegon moved an arm and he already knew that he will hold her hand,remaining palm to palm,as he already know that her fingers will chase his,that they will squeeze,gasps.Wrists banging against wrists,veins in contact.
The time of a whole life that slips away.
Ā«I have never made a wish.Ā»he confessed then.
He just took,he just wanted.
Oh Aegon,what a stupid mistake.
He stole the dreams of his future child,he had plundered entire experiences of the past,and yet he could have simply asked.With courtesy,with kindness.With a little humility.
What a stupid mistake.
Ā«You must have had a really bad dream.Ā»Y/n whispers in her voice broken by his caresses,and then leans and puts her forehead against his as he rise to look at herĀ«But itā€™s never too late,you can still have your wish.Ā»she reassured him.
No he couldnā€™t and maybe they should stop talking,stop wasting time.They both should just exchange their saliva and shut up.Pant,moan obscenely and stop everything else.Eliminate among them the layers of soul,the remnants of some childish hopes,and join like empty bags.
It would be better this way,Aegon recognize this too,just below the surface,just below the peel of his chest,at least admit with himself that it would be better that way.He should stop discovering her hips with words,with confessions,with Helaena confusing words,with half-truths:it's too risky.
He should just close himself and unite with her only the bodies,discover the consistency of the painless choices and stay there stationary,inside an empty and deep gap in which the arms and legs move frantically without ever finding anything to hold on to.
This was his life once,before her.
Aegon had endless possibilities of oblivion,between the broken lines of the light palms,he had everything a young,spoiled prince could ask for.
The simplicity of superficial human relationships flowed through the buttonholes of his fingers and he continued to be unhappy,stubbornly perpetuated his pursuit of unhappiness,but he didn't know it,and therefore he really wasn't.
Or maybe yes?Maybe a part of him knew that?Is that why his chest is burning now?Because now he was finally happy for the first time and he didnā€™t wanted it to end?
Because now Aegon has Y/n and he managed to create something pure and innocent and beautiful with her,giving them all of the good qualities he didnā€™t knew he possessed.
Y/n seems to listen to his every secret and fear,to feel his breathing change and become noisier,deeper.She place a hand on his abdomen, slowly,she traces with her fingertips first his palm and then also his wrist,then also the blue vein,and repeat his name,repeat his name,repeat his name again.
Aegon enchant himself in front of the movement of her mouth and listen to the ticking of her heart that stretches until it pulls a painful fist on his gums.
Heā€™s an adult now,a husband and a father.He should behave as such and leave the butterflies to the kids and remember that him,in his stomach and belly,only have the worms of rotten apples.
This happens to those who never make a wish. Didn't he know that?
Ā«I would kill for our family,even innocent people if this means keep the three of you safe.Ā»Aegon suddenly said,voicing his thoughts out loudĀ«Would you still love me after that?Ā»the question is sour in his mouth.
Y/n opens her eyelids to the sound of his question,frantically slams her eyelashes,those eyelashes,and swallows with difficulty.The cheeks are even redder and the ears are also red,the eyes are shiny.Atoms of soul and innocence:they agglomerated together and formed her,a little girl composed of glass and cobwebs,bubbles and feathers.
The bravest Lady he had ever met.
Ā«Of course I will love you.My heart is your for eternity.Ā»she replies and doesn't hesitate for a momentĀ«And I would do the same for us.Ā»she added with a whisper.
Her love for him is equivalent to a black hole in which he could immerse himself and observe a boundless horizon of stars broken and stuck in an icy ground.
She loves him.
And she knows that Aegon loves her too.But right now he can't even answer her,to tell her that heā€™s sorry,that heā€™s scared,that he reciprocate her feelings with the same intensity or that maybe he reciprocate them in an even more desperate way than her,crazier.He wish he could tell her that he wished they had more time,that he wasnā€™t who he is,that he wished that they were born in a different place and had different lives to share forever.
Y/n face is beautiful,her forehead is smooth,no flickering lines to scar her tranquility,and the skin near her eyes is crumpled from the day they got married and started to live a life together.It's the restrained cries,the sleepless nights,the quarrels,the misunderstandings,the voracious kisses left on them like square pieces.
Y/n looks at him,her eyes are still shiny,and with her fingertips and palms she clings to his camisole.
Sh clings to him and Aegon doesnā€™t feel any weight,he doesnā€™t feel any pain,no discomfort.Then at least one thing shines certain and bright in his mind:she has become the very consistency of his body.She has entered his limbs,without him noticing,and she is so close to him,beyond the blood and the breaths,that her hand is now an extension of his,her chest is his,her back is his,her lips are his.
And they would be able to see it,all perfectly together in the faces of their children.
And it is not a mere matter of possession,just an arranged marriage to unite two houses,this is not the truth and it will never be.It is something ancestral,like being destined to meet her,being destined to belong to it,being destined to live there,despite time and space.
Aegon and Y/n were sitting on the opposite ends of a timeline,at two distant points in human life, so far away that they saw each other like blurred halos,and they wanted so much to find the other,they have desired it so much,so much,that they have decided to tilt the axes of existence,to hang on to them,and to reunite with an interweaving of hands.
They had bent their faces,touched their souls by ticking of nails,and nothing was the same again.What a stupid mistake they made,something that their innocent son will pay one day.
Aegon felt like he was on fire,his whole body was trembling and his heart ached in his chestĀ«Y/nā€¦Iā€¦I-Ā»but what could he tell her?
He could push her away from him,go ahead and just do it,but on his bones he will still find her shape and her footprints.If he looked for her,looked for her in him,he would find that she was everywhere.
Ā«Y/n,Iā€™mā€¦Iā€™m really sorr-Ā»he tried to choke out what he could.
Ā«Do you know what I wanted when I first looked inside a puddle?Ā»Y/n didnā€™t let him finish,instead she kept stroking his face lovingly to help him calm down.
Aegon doesnā€™t move and she puts her index finger against his right temple,light.He knew that,from where she was from,it usually rained during the end of the summer and that she loved playing outside with her siblings and mother.She was the one that taught Y/n to look inside poodles and to dance in the rain,something that she would teach her future children too.
Ā«I wished I could see myself.I wanted it intensely,I really wanted it with all my strength,as I never wanted anything in life.Ā»Y/n started to explain him.
All of her life was planned for her,from the moment she came to the world,by her father that only saw his daughter as piece of chess to move on the board in order to gain power.She didnā€™t even knew who she was if not Lady Y/n,a proper and polite young girl ready to marry in the royal house.But now she knew who she was,what she liked to eat,to read,what to do in her free time and it was all thanks to Aegon that had shown her how to be selfish for the first time and to live for herself.
Ā«And I see myself now,I can see myself,but I'm not happy.Because I have a new wish,much more important:that you can see yourself in the same way I see you,the way our children already see you.Then yes,i would be happy.We would both be happy.Ā»she told him,sincerely with a little smile on her beautiful face.
Y/n had plundered his last feelings,which were nothing more than bread crumbs left attached to the eaten crusts.If the world fell,the sun fell,all the snow,the hail,the rain and the lightning fell,even the rainbow.He will make fire pour from the sky,he will spill blood just to keep his family alive and safe besides him.
Aegon doesnā€™t say anything,he moves forward on top of her and kisses her one again.He has a wish now:time.The only thing he wanted was time,more time to see his children grow up and become beautiful people,time to spend with them and to teach them how the world works,to help them and hold their hands,to protect them when they were scared and to remains them that he will love them forever.More time with Y/n,to love and cherish her,to grow old with her,to make her smile and laugh at the most inappropriate times,to caress her sweet face at night as he watches her sleep.He just wanted more time,he deserved it.
Ā«How about,the next time that rains,we go outside,just us.Ā»Aegon murmurs on her lipsĀ«I have a wish to make.Ā»he continued with a small smile.
And he prayed the gods,whoever could listen to him,that it would become true the moment Y/n giggled and nodded her head.He hoped but hope can do nothing against an already written destiny and then he will be ready to go to war.
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seungfl0wer Ā· 4 months ago
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Hyunjin As Your Boyfriend
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Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin
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Small note, hyunjin is really just- coming for me lately. So I needed this more than I knew lol
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ā€¢The hopeless romantic.
ā€¢Heā€™s thinking of the best. Date ideas.
ā€¢Theyā€™re so thought out, so unique and cute-
ā€¢Takes you two to the beach for a beautiful picnic.
ā€¢Movie nights laying on your bed with a projected on the ceiling so yā€™all can cuddle.
ā€¢Plans cute painting dates.
ā€¢Speaking of paintings.
ā€¢Has so many doodles, drawings ext that are of you or things that make him think of you.
ā€¢Your first date? Itā€™s a painting.
ā€¢That one picture he just melts seeing.
ā€¢Itā€™s a cute little doodle he keeps in his phone case.
ā€¢Loves writings you little notes that you can put in your phone case.
ā€¢Loves telling others ā€œthatā€™s my partnerā€
ā€¢Gushā€™s about you a lot.
ā€¢Especially to the members.
ā€¢Which he always likes to tease you about them.
ā€¢ā€Ah- y/n why are you talking to innie? Iā€™m right here? Your handsome boyfriendā€
ā€¢And when you give any of them a hug.
ā€¢Mans whining ā€œRight infront of me? How could you. We need to go home and change your clothes of his dirty touchā€
ā€¢All in good teasing, makes you laugh, makes the members laugh.
ā€¢Sits and judges people with you.
ā€¢Like you donā€™t like someone?
ā€¢Heā€™s picking up the same vibes but itā€™s plastered on his face.
ā€¢Random dance battles.
ā€¢Ending in you both on the floor laughing at each other.
ā€¢Heā€™ll do the little ā€œewā€ thing to you when you ask for a kiss cause you pout and he just loves that.
ā€¢ā€Ew we canā€™t kiss! I have a partnerā€
ā€¢Likes to take you traveling with him especially to fashion shows.
ā€¢Youā€™re always his plus one for anything.
ā€¢Tells you all the time ā€œyou should model youā€™re stunningā€
ā€¢Ugh and this mans complimenting you so much.
ā€¢ā€My partner is just amazing, they look so pretty, theyā€™re so stunningā€
ā€¢Tries to learn about stuff you like so you both can do it.
ā€¢You like Knitting? Heā€™s learning it.
ā€¢You like to play a certain game? Heā€™s trying it out too.
ā€¢He gets the big sad when heā€™s away.
ā€¢Literally thinks heā€™s gonna die.
ā€¢Calls you from his room saying ā€œI canā€™t go on my babies not here with me, itā€™s been 6 yearsā€
ā€¢Dramatic man.
ā€¢Sends you so many dumb (cute) little videos.
ā€¢Also sends you so many pictures.
ā€¢So. Many. Pictures.
ā€¢Also listen- yall getting matching jewelry.
ā€¢Because heā€™ll be on tour and see these cute bracelets and need to get them for the both of you.
ā€¢Heā€™s a really good gift giver too.
ā€¢Not that you want him too, and no matter how much you protest.
ā€¢He finds the most you gift. Like itā€™s scary.
ā€¢Overall this man is such a hopeless romantic.
ā€¢Be ready to be treated like a god.
ā€¢Cause honestly thatā€™s how he views you.
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ā€¢Heā€™s just as romantic in the bedroom.
ā€¢Does the whole rose peddles to the bed.
ā€¢Candles, good music ext.
ā€¢His favorite way of fucking you is anyway he can see your face.
ā€¢He just wants to be able to kiss you.
ā€¢Hands frantically touching your body.
ā€¢Also think heā€™s very vocal. Not so much talking.
ā€¢More of he has his head in your neck moaning and groaning.
ā€¢Is definitely leaving marks on you. Thinks theyā€™re pretty.
ā€¢Im a firm believer that he loves when you ride him facing him.
ā€¢He can hold onto tightly, hands running all over you.
ā€¢Both of your faces contorting in pleasure.
ā€¢Likes when you suck or bite his neck.
ā€¢Honestly probably likes when you choke him. Not hard but just enough.
ā€¢If he does talk itā€™s him whimpering about how good you feel or how good youā€™re doing.
ā€¢If you got tittie he sucking them. Feel like heā€™s a tittie kinda guy.
ā€¢Man also really enjoys shower sex.
ā€¢Itā€™s just so so intimate.
ā€¢And this. This is the most loving kind of sex.
ā€¢Itā€™s normally when he is really needy and just wants you.
ā€¢The feeling of the warm water while he fucks you makes him cum so fast.
ā€¢He just loves loves it.
ā€¢Aftercare with him is a lot of loving words.
ā€¢Cuddling on the bed as he pushes his hair out of your face.
ā€¢Telling you how much he loves you.
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reallyromealone Ā· 11 months ago
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haikyuu x m!nezuko!reader? Readers always chewing on bread, giving free headpats and doesnā€™t talk much. Could be karasunos manager? Everyone loves them and shit (I donā€™t know how to make requests)šŸ˜­
Title: the cute manager
Fandom haikyuu!!!
Warnings: male reader, fluff, cute, reader has personality of Nezuko
Notes: none
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(Name) munched on some sweet bread as he watched the practice match, water bottles beside him as Kiyoko and Yachi went over their notes, neither paying the other teen to much mind as you see, (name) was mainly here for moral support and because Daichi was incredibly over protective of his younger brother.
"Oh, thank you (name)" Kiyoko said as the two girls were offered bread by the other, somehow he had an endless supply of sweet bread "he makes it himself in the mornings" was what Daichi said once but this much?
"(Name)? Could you be a dear and refill the water bottles with cold water?" Yachi asked the other who looked excited and determined, nodding with little sparkles around him as he took the container filled with water bottles and darted out "we didn't..tell him where it was yet" oh boy, well hopefully he comes back.
The training camp was huge, the other schools playing or doing their own thing as (name) wandered around trying to find where to fill the water bottles "oh? Is that the younger Sawamura?" (Name) looked over at the voices go see oikawa and kuroo looking at him and (name) set the container down and waved, munching on bread as the two captains wandered to him "long time no see shorty!" Kuroo teased as oikawa mumbled something about stealing him to Aoba joasai but all who knew of his brother knew that it would be a very stupid idea.
After all, who dares take karasunos mascot?
"Still eating bread I see?"
Nod nod
"Where are you off too?" Oikawa asked and (name) pointed his thumb to the bottles and the two nodded.
(Name) was hoisted onto Kuroos back as oikawa held the bottles,(name)s shortness making him easy for lifting and carrying "oh... I'm out of bread..." (Name) mumbled as they got to the water spot kuroo setting him down as the two captains looked curious, rarely did anyone hear (name) speak as kuroo barked out a laugh "of course that's what you worry about!" As kuroo patted his head, the captains helping him with his water bottles before letting him go back to his team where Tanaka whined "(name)! There you are!" The bald teen was on the bench holding ice to his head, whining about needing their precious mascot to help him as (name) wandered to his bag and pulled out two rolls of bread and shoved one on his mouth before giving Tanaka one, patting his head happily.
'fuzzy wuzzy was a bear...' (name) thought jokingly as Tanaka praised him.
(Name) returned to his spot as the team chugged their water and chatted with fukurodani about their plays, (name) listening as Tanaka and Hinata rabled about their plays.
Just a normal day for (name).
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ghsface Ā· 1 month ago
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Not sure if you are taking request but can we get an angst with Matt where like reader and him are dating for years but recently comments have been getting to her or people have been following her home and eventually she decideds to break up with Matt but Matt takes things to in his hands where heā€™s tells ppl to stop and they get back together?(Lol sorry if it didnā€™t make sense but thank you)
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Hey gorgeous, I really liked this idea, I hope you like it too.
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You are the only thing I want - Matt Sturniolo
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Sumary: You and Matt had a secret relationship and when you decide to make it public everything goes wrong...
Warnings: angst hate messages towards reader, this is just angst with a happy ending
A/n: Leave me ideas to write in my inbox because I'm running out of ideas. I'm sorry if something is misspelled or not understood. My first language is not English. By the way, what do you think of my new theme, in my opinion, it's very cute like the baby pink and light brown. šŸ©·šŸ§ø
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It had been exactly fourteen months since the first time you and Matt kissed. You hadn't imagined then how important he would become in your life, nor that being with him would be so complicated. Because, although you adored each other and the bond between you grew every day, that relationship had to be kept secret. It was a mutual decision, made for practical reasons. At first, the thrill of secrecy made everything more exciting. But now, you both felt exhausted.
You had spent too many nights talking secretly in the car, dates arranged down to the last detail so as not to be seen, or moments of solitude where, instead of shouting to the world how much you loved each other, you had to hide it like a forbidden secret. The situation was starting to weigh on you.
That night, you were on the couch at Matt's house. He was holding you, and your head was resting on his shoulder while you felt his fingers playing with the strands of your hair.
"Aren't you tired of this?" he asked quietly, breaking the silence.
You raised your head and looked at him, searching his eyes for what he really wanted to say.
"What are you talking about?"
"About having to hideā€¦ about not being able to tell anyone how amazing you are." Matt smiled, but his eyes reflected a sadness that you shared.
"Of course I'm tired. Sometimes I wish we could be a normal couple".
"Then let's do it", he suggested, giving your hand a squeeze. "Let's make it public. I don't care what others say. I want to be with you, and I want everyone to know it."
The idea made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The love you had for Matt was bigger than any fear, and the fact that he was willing to share your relationship with his fans made you feel special. You decided to announce it on social media.
When Matt uploaded the first photo of the two of you together, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The image showed an intimate moment, a selfie of the two smiling on the beach, with the sunset in the background. The caption was simple but powerful: ā€œOver a year together, and weā€™re just getting started.ā€
For the first few hours, the response was overwhelmingly positive. There were comments from fans congratulating and supporting them: ā€œThey look beautiful together,ā€ ā€œFinally someone makes Matt happy as he deserves,ā€ ā€œWhat a great couple they make!ā€
But over time, other types of messages began to appear. ā€œHer? Is he really with her?ā€, ā€œSheā€™s not enough for him,ā€ ā€œSheā€™s only with him for fame, Iā€™m sure sheā€™ll use him to become famous,ā€ ā€œPoor Matt, he deserves someone better.ā€
At first, you tried not to take them seriously. But every time you checked your phone, more of those comments appeared. There were people criticizing your appearance: ā€œSheā€™s too basic for someone like him,ā€ ā€œSheā€™s not even pretty, how dare she date Matt?ā€, ā€œMatt deserves someone more attractive.ā€
The words cut you deeply. You knew you shouldnā€™t let those comments affect you, but you couldnā€™t stop the doubts from starting to poison your mind. Every time you looked in the mirror, you started to see those flaws that others mentioned. Insecurity began to invade you in a way you hadnā€™t experienced before.
Matt tried to comfort you whenever he noticed you looking down. Sometimes, during the night, he would catch you reading the comments on your phone, and he would simply take the phone away from you and hold you, whispering that he loved you and that was all that mattered.
ā€œYou donā€™t need to listen to those people, babe,ā€ he said, looking at you with a sincere expression. ā€œThey donā€™t know anything about you, they donā€™t know how amazing you are.ā€
The comments didnā€™t stop, though. Every day they became crueler and crueler. Rumors began to circulate suggesting that you were only with Matt to gain followers, or that you were using his fame to make yourself known. People commented on every aspect of your life, from how you dressed to how you looked without makeup. There were those who said things like, ā€œItā€™s obvious that she dresses like that to get attention, canā€™t she dress up better?ā€ or ā€œShe should thank Matt for giving her a chance, sheā€™s just an ordinary girl.ā€
At some point, comments were no longer the only thing. People started following you home, taking photos of you without your permission, and even trying to get close to you to ask you invasive questions. You felt watched and judged at every turn, and little by little, you started to believe that you weren't enough, that maybe all those people were right.
The pressure began to be unbearable. Your self-esteem plummeted, and every time you looked in the mirror, you saw someone who, according to the world, wasnā€™t enough. Matt tried to cheer you up, to remind you how much he loved you, but you couldnā€™t stand it anymore.
One night, after one of your most difficult conversations, you asked him to meet you. Matt came over to your house, and as soon as you saw him, he knew something was wrong. He stared at you in silence as you searched for the words to say to him.
ā€œMattā€¦ I canā€™t do this anymore,ā€ you whispered, your voice shaking.
ā€œWhat are you saying?ā€ he asked, frowning, clearly worried.
ā€œI canā€™t be in this relationship anymore. The pressure, the commentsā€¦ theyā€™re tearing me apart. I canā€™t take it anymore.
Matt looked at you, unable to process what you were saying. He was trying to understand, but the pain in your eyes made it clear to him that you were really hurt.
ā€œButā€¦ I love you, and I donā€™t care what other people think. They donā€™t understand what we have.ā€
ā€œI know, Matt. I know you love me, but I canā€™t go on like this. Iā€™m losing myself in all of this.ā€ It's getting harder and harder to get up and pretend everything is okay.
You took a deep breath, trying to hold back your tears. ā€œMattā€¦ I canā€™t keep going like this. I canā€™t handle the pressure, the comments, the people following me everywhere. I feel like Iā€™m losing myself, and I donā€™t want to drag you into this. I thinkā€¦ I think itā€™s best that we break up.ā€
The goodbye was hard and heartbreaking for both of us. In the days that followed, Matt stayed away from social media, not mentioning anything about what had happened. He isolated himself, trying to understand how the love of his life had to walk away because of the cruelty of others.
Weeks went by as you tried to get over the situation, even though you felt empty. However, one afternoon, while you were checking your social media, you noticed a post from Matt that surprised you.
It was a photo of you and him that Nick had taken, and the message was clear and direct: ā€œI don't give a shit what others say about my girlfriend. I'm with her because I love her, and that's never going to change.ā€
Matt's public statement was not only a message to his fans, but a promise that he was willing to stand up for what they had. Feeling a torrent of emotions, you decided to call him. When he answered, his voice trembled with emotion.
"I can't go on without you" he said quietly, while you tried to hold back your tears.
"Me neither, Mattā€¦ I love you."
That night, they met again, and between tears and hugs, they knew that this time there would be nothing and no one that could separate.
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inkedbybarnes Ā· 9 months ago
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bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary: bucky is determined to take care of you while you're sick.
word count: 1.6k+
warnings: mentions of insecurities, mentions of illnesses (but vaguely described), fluffy ahh shit bc why not, usage of pet names such as baby and doll. bucky being stubbornly sweet (it is indeed, a warning), lowercase writing.
i've been sick the past few days hence the creation of this fic. idk why my mood drops when i'm sick... once again, this is too fluffy even for my own good but i warned you and you're reading it still anyway. šŸ¤Ø haha jk, i hope you enjoy this one! šŸ©·
dividers by @cafekitsune!
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ā€œcan you please let me in, baby?"
that was the fifth time bucky had asked the same question, never giving up on his mission to take care of you after learning from jarvis ā€“ out of all people... or robots? ā€“ that you were sick.
ā€œbucky, i promise, i'm fine. stop trying to break the door,ā€ you answered, your clogged nose not helping as you sounded horrible even with a concrete wall separating you from him. ā€œgo and tell steve that you're joining the mission. you can't withdraw yourself just because i'mā€”achoo!ā€
your nose began to leak, and you were now distracted with the need to find the tissue box that used to be on your bed. you didn't hear the door clicking open as well as the heavy footsteps of a certain soldier walking towards you.
ā€œjust because you're what? sick?ā€
you jumped, feeling the edge of the bed sink with his weight. you quickly grabbed the tissue box that was mysteriously thrown under the bed before facing bucky with the duvet covering most of your body.
ā€œhow did you open the door?ā€
bucky shrugged. ā€œi broke the doorknob. you didn't say anything about breaking doorknobs.ā€
you sighed, not winning this argument with bucky. ā€œyou shouldn't be here, bucky. you're supposed to be preparing for a mission tomorrow, not babysitting me!ā€
ā€œand let you go through this on your own? tough chance, doll. i'm your boyfriend for fuck's sake, and don't tell me that you're worried about getting me sick because we both know i'm immune," he argued, reaching out and pulling the blanket down enough to reveal your face. ā€œare you really upset that i want to take care of you? you should be demanding things from me, baby. instead you've been hiding from me.ā€
ā€œbecause i don't need anything, bucky. i can handle myself just fine." you huffed, knowing you wanted his attention and care so badly. remembering your face was exposed, you felt insecure again. you dragged the cover back up and turned away. ā€œi also don't want you to see me like this.ā€
ā€œlike what?"
ā€œlike a mess," you muttered underneath the sheets. ā€œyou've never seen me like this before, and i swear i am the worst when i'm sick. you don't have to see me like this, okay? i don't want you to.ā€
you felt silly. it was completely normal to get sick, but you hated how extreme your body would act out whenever an illness would attack you. you'd always sound and look like you were fighting a battle in hell alone. the way your mind would take an entire flip and drag you to your lowest point didn't help either. so, not only were you feeling physically horrible, you were also struggling mentally.
ā€œa mess? what mess?ā€ he asked, lifting the cover to join you underneath it which caught you off guard. you were entirely exposed to his eyes now. ā€œthere's my girl. where's the mess that you're talking about, huh?ā€
with the little amount of energy left in you, you brought your hands up to cover your face. he could see how much of a mess you were now, far from the dream you've painted since the day you dated him. now, you were nothing but a nightmare of your reality.
ā€œdon't you dare hide from me. i haven't seen you all day and it's driving me insane," he complained, pulling your hands away from yourself. he brought his thumb to your teary eyes, wiping the tears away before they could fall. ā€œi can't believe you're hiding from me just because you think i can't handle seeing you sick. what did you think i'd do once i saw you like this?ā€
you sniffed, hesitation holding you back from telling him the truth. it's only been three months since you've started dating bucky, and you were still in that stage where you'd constantly try impress him.
you weren't faking yourself, no. however, you still did your best to only show your good side and tuck away your insecurities. unfortunately, you had to get sick too soon and have to risk bucky seeing you this way.
ā€œyou thought i'd leave you? won't like you anymore? get turned off or something?ā€
you nodded, knowing that was exactly what went through your head and a bit pissed that he was able to read your mind without actually having the power to do so.
bucky's eyes softened at your confession, letting out a soft sigh as he saw how badly you were beating yourself up.
ā€œif it's because of how you look right now, then it's true. you do look different," he answered, your chest tightening. ā€œyour eyes lost their glow, you're frowning more often, your eyes are all puffy, you are definitely grumpier than usual, your lips are dry and chapped fromā€”ā€
ā€œokay, i get it, bucky! you don't have to rub it in my faā€”ā€
ā€œbut i won't be doing whatever is on your mind. you're sick, doll. it'll affect you. it's normal. hell, i look even worse when i used to get sick, but you? you still look so fucking lovely." he held your face gently, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. ā€œeven then, i don't give a fuck on how messy you can get. i'm your boyfriend. i should be taking care of you, helping you feel better, and bringing back the glow in your eyes. please, baby. let me take care of you.ā€
this time, you were looking back at him. "you mean it?"
"of course I mean it," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "i love you, doll. i don't care how you look like right now. you could look like a swamp monster and be sick as a dog, and i would still think that you are the most beautiful woman for me."
you giggled softly, his words filling you with warmth and reassurance. you felt so lucky to have a man who truly loved you and handled your insecurities with such understanding and care, and even sillier for thinking he'd leave you for such reasons.
ā€œthank you. that really made me feel better," you told him, your arms slowly creeping forward to hold him. ā€œi'm sorry for hiding. i was just scared to turn you off or anything.ā€
ā€œare you kidding? i'm trying my best not to hold you down and kiss you all over. i haven't even hugged you for a day,ā€ bucky said, a pout on the verge of forming on his face.
ā€œit hasn't even been a day, bucky. now, who's dramatic?" you said, rolling your eyes playfully. ā€œand you're supposed to be on a mission tomorrow! are you really not going?ā€
ā€œwhen i could be here taking care of you?ā€ he asked, as if the answer was already obvious. ā€œthe others can handle it. my main priority is to do anything you want and make you feel better.ā€
ā€œanything?ā€
he smiled, leaning down to let your lips meet softly. "anything."
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ā€œwhat is that smell?ā€
sam, steve, and natasha entered the compound after a quick briefing for their mission tomorrow. they joined tony and clint who were having a casual conversation in the living room about the best burrito in town.
the kitchen was an open space, the aroma of whatever bucky was cooking spreading all around the nearby rooms.
sam didn't hesitate to come closer and inspect the kitchen, finding the entire counter lined up with various spices and plates that bucky filled with his dishes.
ā€œwhat's the occasion? did i miss something?" sam asked, grabbing a fork to take a little taste until bucky slapped his hand away. "ow! what was that for?"
"hands off." bucky warned, frowning at sam. ā€œthat's not for you, wilson."
ā€œnot even a nibble? come on, man. it smells amazing!ā€
their usual bickering caught the attention of the other avengers, immediately joining them in the kitchen which annoyed bucky even more when he saw them eyeing the food he made.
"before any of you try to ask, no. this is not for any of you."
"who's it even for?" natasha asked, the least interested to have a taste, but was curious either way.
bucky answered with your name. "she's sick."
"what? since when?" clint asked, worry flashing across his face. "can we do anything?"
bucky glanced up before hesitantly answering. "well.. she did say she wanted to watch a movie after eating."
clint snapped his fingers and smiled. "i'm on it."
"i'll get jarvis to check on her vitals every hour and create a diagnosis," tony said, already tapping on his smart watch. "assuming she wouldn't be too comfortable letting the entire team know what's going on with her body, i'll just let you receive the updates. just update me with what you can, yeah?"
"i'll talk to fury and let you both have a week free from work," steve offered. "she needs the rest and she needs you."
"oh, i'll handle fury. he can't say no to his favourite," natasha said with a smug smile. "tell her i'll bring her all her favourite snacks once we're back from our mission, and that she better be back to full health so we can go out together."
bucky nodded, chest warming with the genuine concern they shared. he was excited to let you know how loved and deserving of all this you were.
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mountttmase Ā· 6 months ago
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I Bet You Miss Her
Note - Hey guys šŸ©· just a cute little baby fic today and thank you to the anon who sent the request in, I hope itā€™s okay for you šŸ˜˜ feedback would be appreciated šŸ©·
Pairing - Mason Mount Ɨ Reader
Word count - 5K
Warnings - angst and fluff
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Mason always loved a pre-season party, getting everyone together after weeks apart and excited for the season to start usually meant he was in his element but this year was different. You werenā€™t with him this time.
That didnā€™t mean he didnā€™t see you everywhere he looked. That when he watched one of his teammates wrap their arm around their significant other he didnā€™t feel a pang of emptiness because you werenā€™t by his side. He knew he should be there with you and he knew this was all his doing but being here hurt more than thought it might.
He felt lost. His arms limp by his sides as he couldnā€™t figure out what to do with his hands now they werenā€™t wrapped around yours. His eyes glued to the floor as he knew heā€™d still be looking for you even though you were miles away and as he stood with Licha and his family he was trying his best to act normal and not let his inner turmoil spill over.
ā€˜So Mase, whereā€™s y/n?ā€™ Muri asked, a bright and friendly smile on her face as she wrapped her hand around Lichaā€™s bicep and the sound of your name sent shock waves through him. Heā€™d been expecting it for a while but he wasnā€™t sure if he wanted your name brought up in conversation or not. On the one hand he was desperate for someone to bring you up so he could imagine you once more and have an excuse to talk about you but he also knew the memories would just be too painful just like they always were.
ā€˜Oh uh, sheā€™s on a work trip. Sheā€™ll be back in a few daysā€™ Mason lied smoothly. His lips pressed into a tight line as he fiddled with the last button on his shirt but thankfully she bought his excuse.
ā€˜Ah amazing, she doing so well for herself. I bet you miss her thoughā€™ she pouted and her sympathy just made him feel worse somehow.
ā€˜Yeah, yeah I really doā€™ Masons whispered and it was like the words hit him in his soul. Gulping back a lump that was rising up his through far too quickly for his liking before raising his glass to his lips in a final attempt to disguise his emotions.
Today had been a lot.
It was officially three months since the breakup and Mason couldnā€™t have felt worse if he tried.
Nothing had caused the pair of you to break up, nothing big at least. The move from London to Manchester had been tough for the pair of you and you knew he was finding it hard to settle. The constant injuries meant he spent more time with the United staff rather than his teammates that he should have been bonding with and unbeknownst to you one of them was having more of an effect on him than you knew.
What started off as bickering as you were both on edge became bigger arguments as the season wore on. Mason spending longer hours with his new friend on the physio table and at first you didnā€™t mind because it gave you a chance to cool off but soon enough it got to the point of no return for him.
You always figured the fighting was a phase and something to move past but the morning of a big away game, his first start since October the year before, heā€™d told you he couldnā€™t carry on and felt it was best if the pair of you ended things there so it didnā€™t get any worse.
You were blindsided, it never being in your head that he would end things as you knew you loved him enough to work through it but as soon as he left for the game you packed your car until it was full and made your way back home to London later that evening.
It felt like he was taking the easy way out. Not giving you a chance to fight or say anything back, just telling you he was done and running away so he didnā€™t have to face the consequences but if thatā€™s what he wanted then thatā€™s what he would get. Driving back to your best friend's house who was ready to welcome you with open arms whilst you cursed his name all night. Confused as to how youā€™d even got here but you were hoping that when he returned home heā€™d feel just as awful as you were.
The game went terribly, Mason not really ready to play the amount of time he had been given and even though he wasnā€™t really to blame the loss hit harder than most. Not speaking a word to anyone unless he had to on the flight home and once he was back in his car he finally let his emotions get the better of him. Slamming his head onto the steering wheel before letting the first few tears fall.
This felt like rock bottom.
Mason knew you were gone as soon as he got home. Your car was gone and your house keys left in the dish on the console table told him as much when he walked in, but he could also feel you were gone. Your presence had been sucked right out of the home youā€™d built together and Mason felt awful instantly. Heā€™d known since he stepped onto the plane yesterday morning that heā€™d made a mistake and all he wanted after an awful 12 hours or so was for you to make him feel better like you always did.
He tried every way known to man to try and get a hold of you but nothing seemed to be working. Even contemplating sending a messenger pigeon if he thought that might have worked but after five days of nothing from you he knew you were done. Heā€™d made his bed and now he just had to lie in it no matter how uncomfortable it was.
In the end he figured heā€™d just wait for you to come to your senses and reply as you must be missing him just as much as he was missing you but the call never came. Just days that turned into weeks of waiting and waiting and soon enough the inevitable questions as to your whereabouts came.
Muri wasn't the first person to ask after you and she wasnā€™t the first to have been lied to by Mason. Everyone who mentioned you he managed to fob off with a different excuse and at this point youā€™d been on more girls trips and work trips than he could shake a stick at. He was running out of excuses though and heā€™d told his mum youā€™d been ill for so long that she was threatening to come and look after you herself but Mason always had it covered.
He was surprised heā€™d managed to get away with it for this long without someone coming back at him, thinking word must have gotten back to you eventually but no one ever questioned him and his spiral of lies just kept getting deeper. Too embarrassed to admit heā€™d let go of the best thing to ever happen to him so he kept going until the excuses no longer sounded plausible.
Where were you? Oh, yeah sheā€™s at the dentist, sheā€™s gone back home to visit her family for a few days, sheā€™s already got plans she canā€™t cancel he lied but before he knew it he was paying for his sins.
It was 11pm a few days after the pre-season party and Mason was just about to get ready for bed. Switching his tv off and taking his snacks back to the kitchen but thatā€™s as far as he got. The sudden sound of pounding fists on his door startled him and he froze in fear for a moment before he quickly pulled up the doorbell app on his phone. It was clearly a little slow to alert him to someone being outside but was met with a sight he thought heā€™d never see again.
He was running to open the door in a flash, pulling it open so quickly you almost fell inside as you were still aggressively slamming your fists on it and once youā€™d gathered yourself Mason swore heā€™d never seen you so mad before.
ā€˜Why are you telling everyone weā€™re still together?ā€™ You demanded, your voice loud and hard and he felt his tummy drop as the seconds went by. A deep feeling of regret but also love for you swimming through him and he didnā€™t quite know what to say.
ā€˜Whaā€¦ what are you doing here?ā€™ He asked, trying to avoid the question a little bit he knew it was for nothing. You were beyond furious.
ā€˜Work trip, funnily enoughā€™ you laughed but he knew there wasnā€™t an ounce of humour in it. Clearly word had gotten back to you and at this moment he didnā€™t know if he was happy about it or not. ā€˜Now answer my questionā€™
ā€˜I- I donā€™t know-ā€˜
ā€˜ā€˜Keep my name out of your mouth, Mason. You broke up with me, remember? You donā€™t get to do thisā€™ you cut him off, ready to turn around and leave as you had nothing else to say to him but as soon as you looked away his helpless voice ran through the air.
ā€˜Baby please-ā€˜
ā€˜Donā€™tā€™ you snapped, holding your finger up so he would stop talking. Your voice now cold compared to what it just was and Mason realised in that moment heā€™d rather have you angry at him than whatever this was. ā€˜Just donā€™t. You donā€™t get to call me thatā€™
ā€˜Donā€™t go, I fucked up but we can fix thisā€™ he pleaded but you didnā€™t come here to talk. You came to tell him to leave you alone and you werenā€™t prepared for this at all.
ā€˜No we cant-ā€˜
ā€˜Baby please-ā€˜
ā€˜No Mason! Why are you doing this to me? Have you not put me through enough?ā€™ You shouted as you turned back to him fully, your emotions getting the better of you as you tried and failed to hold in a sob and your hands were now balled up into fists as you were so frustrated with the boy in front of you. ā€˜Iā€™m trying to move on with my life but Iā€™ve got people asking me about you all the time and bringing you up cause youā€™re still living in some weird fantasy land!ā€™
ā€˜Please baby, please donā€™t cry I can fix itā€™ he whimpered as he moved closer to you but made sure to take a step back so he didnā€™t get too close.
ā€˜Thereā€™s nothing to fix! Weā€™re done!ā€™
ā€˜No weā€™re not. Don't say that okay, youā€™re mineā€™ he sobbed as he ran his fingers through his hair erratically. ā€˜What do you want from me, huh? What is it cause whatever it is Iā€™ll do it now. You want me on my knees? You want me to beg for you back cause I donā€™t care Iā€™ll do itā€™ he told you, lowering himself onto the ground in front of you but all it did was make you sob harder. ā€˜I donā€™t care that you hate me, I donā€™t care that you think weā€™re done. I love you and I'm not giving up on us ever when I know we can work this outā€™ he cried. ā€˜Why wonā€™t you listen to meā€™
ā€˜Because youā€™re a coward, Mase! You broke up with me before an away game so you could run away. You didnt fight for me then and you don't get to fight for me nowā€™
ā€˜Pleaseā€™
ā€˜Noā€™ you told him, hoping that could be the end of it so you turned in your heel and ran away. Knowing that heā€™d be delayed by a few seconds if he wanted to get up and chase you but by the time youā€™d got in your car and looked back he hadnā€™t moved from his spot. His chest now pressed to the floor as heā€™d slumped forward with his head hidden in the crook of his arm and you could see his back moving erratically up and down from what you presumed was him crying.
There was something in you that made you stop, something that made you want to get out of your car and run back to him. To stand him up and hold him and tell him everything was fine and you were still his but you didnā€™t. You couldnā€™t.
That didnā€™t mean you didnā€™t think of him over the next few days. Hours spent in your friend's box room as you didnā€™t have the heart to find your own place yet but the sound of his voice and the memory of him being so heartbroken was etched into your brain and you couldnā€™t seem to move on from it.
Youā€™d never seen him so distraught before in all the time youā€™d known him. On his knees in front of you begging for another chance and youā€™d just ran away and left him sobbing on his drive after pouring his heart out to you.
You hated the way he still occupied your thoughts. Before things had gone wrong you believed he was your forever and would have done absolutely anything for him but all that had changed and right now you didnā€™t think you could ever fully move past this unless you sat with him and spoke to him properly. No matter how much it hurt.
Mason was absentmindedly watching whatever was on tv when his phone alerted him to someone being outside. He didnā€™t hear a knock or anything moving outside so he quickly opened the app to put his mind at rest when he was met with your face. Your hand rising and falling as you thought about whether or not you should press the bell but Mason wasnā€™t about to give you a choice and shot up from the sofa to pull the front door open
You weren't expecting him to suddenly be there, a hopeful look on his face as he tried to control his breathing and you felt your heart leap at the sight of him.
ā€˜Youā€™re backā€™ he whispered, watching you wrap your arms around yourself as you looked down at the floor and all he wanted was to wrap you up in his own arms. To kiss you and promise you heā€™d never hurt you again as he hated how you looked so fragile and nervous but he was taking you being as a positive sign.
ā€˜Yeahā€™ you breathed, nodding lightly. ā€˜I was just about to knock, I umā€¦ do you thinkā€¦ do you think I could come in?ā€™
ā€˜Of course you canā€™ he nodded, pulling the door open wider before shutting it behind you. Watching you glance around the house you used to call a home before you stood playing with your fingers. ā€˜Can I get you anything? You want a drink or-ā€˜
ā€˜No, I think itā€™s best we just talk and get this over withā€™ you told him. walking right by him to get to the sitting room and the familiarity of the place hit you immediately. Nothing had changed, he even still had the same pictures of the pair of you in the frames by the fireplace and you felt your tummy drop at the sight of them. They felt like they were from a different life at this point and you didnā€™t know if youā€™d ever get to be like that with anyone ever again.
Mason sighed before joining you, his shoulders slumped as he thought maybe youā€™d come here to listen to him and let him put things right but from just that small awkward interaction he knew you were done. He was just praying to anyone and anything he could change your mind somehow.
ā€˜Iā€™m sorryā€™ he mumbled as he took a seat opposite you but you werenā€™t here to listen to that again.
ā€˜I donā€™t want an apology Mason, youā€™ve said that a million times now. I want an explanationā€™ you told him calmly. ā€˜What happened?ā€™
ā€˜Nothingā€¦ and everything I guessā€™ he sighed, running his hand over his beard before scratching the back of his neck. All of his tells to let you know he was nervous. ā€˜Things were rough for a while, I think we both can agree on thatā€™ he said and you nodded lightly. Things had been hard but never once had you thought about ending things with him. ā€˜It was just a hard year for meā€¦ and then were was Jasonā€™
ā€˜Jason?ā€™ You asked, confused as to who he was talking about as the only Jason you knew was Mason's physio and heā€™d always been sweet to you when youā€™d seen him so you were confused as to why he was being bought up now.
ā€˜Yeah, heā€™d been on at me for months about ending things with youā€™ he confessed and you felt your heart sink. ā€˜It's my fault, I saw him most days and we got pretty comfortable around each other so I said some things that looking back now I shouldnā€™t have. It was just guy talk you know? I didnā€™t mean anything by it at first, we were just moaning about our other halves but then he broke up with his girlfriend and he was going on about how much lighter felt now he was single and maybe I should do the same so we could be single togetherā€™
ā€˜What?ā€™ You breathed. Not knowing if this was a joke or not but you knew Mason and you knew he was open to everyone so it was no wonder he took advice from some he thought he could trust.
ā€˜I know, and I know it doesn't make me sound any better. I get that. But we were arguing over stupid things and I had him in my ear constantly like I just lost itā€™
You didnā€™t know what to say. You understood a bit better now but it still didnā€™t make things easier.
ā€˜But I knew it was dumb, maybe in the back of my mind thatā€™s why I did it when I did cause youā€™re right. I was a coward and I wanted to run away but I knew Itā€™s not what I wanted as soon as I got on the bloody plane to leave. I didnā€™t get chance to talk to you or do anything until later that night and I tried to call you but I never heard from youā€™
ā€˜You didnā€™t even really give me a chance to fight for us. You told me what you wanted and left as quickly as you could. I didnā€™t exactly feel like giving you a chance to explain anything after thatā€™ you told him quietly and he nodded knowingly. His face crumpling as he tried and failed to hold it together and you couldnā€™t lie and say the way he was wasnā€™t having an effect on you and his watery eyes were like a dagger to your heart.
ā€˜I know you donā€™t believe me, but Iā€™ve never stopped loving youā€™ he sobbed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye so he could stop crying but it only made your eyes sting in return. ā€˜That day when I finished things, well I didnā€™t just hurt you. It's like I tore my own heart from my chest and Iā€™ve never been able to numb that ache. Why do you think I lied and told everyone we were still together?ā€™
ā€˜Cause youā€™re certifiably insaneā€™ you whispered. Your heart leaping at the way he let out a little chuckle as he wiped his eyes and when your eyes locked you felt your resolve crumble further.
ā€˜Well yes, thereā€™s that, but I couldnā€™t admit what Iā€™d done to anyone cause I was embarrassedā€™ he gulped. ā€˜And I didnā€™t want to admit it to myself half the time. Youā€™re way too good for me, I know that. Fuck everyone knows that so why would I want to tell everyone Iā€™d thrown away the best thing to have ever happened to me. I know exactly what theyā€™d say and how dumb I felt even just thinking it to myself so I made out you were just busy or somethingā€™ he shrugged. His confession melting your cold exterior slightly before he was scratching the back off his neck again. The cogs turning in his brain as he tried to make you believe in whatever way he could.
ā€˜Mums been asking after you loads, I kept saying you were sick or had an appointment. She even sent me those special immunity tea bags to give you like theyā€™re in the cupboard and everythingā€™ he laughed and you felt your heart warm at how kind his family were. Youā€™d missed going to visit them but didnā€™t want to reach out and have things be weird but now you were glad you hadnā€™t as clearly they were none the wiser
ā€˜Does she know now?ā€™ You whispered but he just shook his head awkwardly. The bridge of his nose turning a bright red out of embarrassment but your heart was hammering as you always found that to be one of his cutest tells and it was like you had to restrain yourself in your seat so you didnā€™t reach over to grab his face and kiss him.
ā€˜No, she still thinks weā€™re together. I'd actually like to keep it that wayā€™ he told you and even though you knew it was coming you werenā€™t ready to accept what he wanted to say. At least you didnā€™t think you were.
ā€˜Mason-ā€˜
ā€˜Pleaseā€™ he pleaded. His big brown eyes melting you even further and even though you promised yourself youā€™d be strong he was making it difficult. ā€˜Please, y/n. I said it the other night and Iā€™ll say it again. I really would do anything for another chance and Iā€™ll get down on my knees again if you want me toā€™ he told you and the tiny smile on your face must have given him the courage to push forward a little bit. Sliding off the sofa before getting himself settled between your thighs and resting his hands on them gingerly. You felt your heart thump as he looked up at you through his lashes and you knew you were putty in his hands at this point no matter how much you didnā€™t want to be.
ā€˜Iā€™m the biggest idiot known to mankind and I let you go when I should have held you closer. I know I can make you so happy, we were happy once were we?ā€™
ā€˜Yeah, we wereā€™ you agreed quietly cause deep down you knew you really were and you knew I wouldnā€™t take much to get back there.
ā€˜So we can do it again, right?ā€™
ā€˜I donā€™t know Maseā€™
ā€˜Why? Whatā€™s holding you back?ā€™ He questioned and at this point you didnā€™t even know. Only a few seconds away from just agreeing with anything he said as the hopeful look on his face was destroying you but you knew you had more to say.
ā€˜Cause it hurtā€™ you whispered. ā€˜I hurt when you left me, it still hurts nowā€™
ā€˜It hurts because it mattersā€™ he whispered, tucking some hair behind your ear and the gesture made you shiver. ā€˜And it matters because we still love each other. If you didnā€™t care anymore then it wouldnā€™t hurtā€™ he told you and you hated but loved the way he had you on strings. ā€˜Please baby, please. I canā€™t be without you anymore itā€™s killing meā€™ he told you, his voice wobbling as he looked down into your lap.
You couldnā€™t take it anymore, reaching down to cup his jaw so heā€™d look at you and the tears rolling down his cheeks broke your heart. You knew he was right, it hurt because you still loved him but looking at him so devastated between your legs hurt more than anything else.
All you wanted to do was make him feel better and you knew there was only one way to do it. Leaning down and pulling him up slightly so you could drop a sweat kiss to his lips and you knew he was surprised as he froze for a beat.
You both sat there for a few moments, foreheads touching with your eyes closed as it hit you what was happening but the smile on his face made you giddy so when he lent back in you let him take the lead. Kissing you gently as he gripped your thighs, almost making sure that you were actually there and he wasnā€™t dreaming but you were holding onto him just as tightly before pulling back to catch your breath.
ā€˜I didnā€™t think Iā€™d ever get to kiss you againā€™ Mason whispered but you couldnā€™t reply, Mason pulling you down onto the floor next to him before rolling himself half on top of you so he could kiss you again but the pair of you giggling didnā€™t help. ā€˜Is this really happening?ā€™
ā€˜Trust me when I say this, but I came over here with the intention of just putting things to bed and going back homeā€™ you told him. Watching his face drop as things turned sombre. ā€˜But youā€™ve just made me realise I am homeā€™ you told him, watching him pout slightly as he was so emotional. ā€˜Iā€™ve been lost without you Masey, and yeah what you did sucked but I know youā€™re sorry yeah? I can see it all over your faceā€™
ā€˜I really amā€™
ā€˜I know you are, and itā€™s okay. I forgive youā€™ you whispered and itā€™s like you felt his body relax under your fingertips.
ā€˜Are you sure? I feel like I havenā€™t said half of what I wanted toā€™ he gulped, almost as if he couldnā€™t believe youā€™d forgiven him so quickly but you didnā€™t see the point of prolonging everything.
ā€˜Thatā€™s okayā€™ you whispered. ā€˜Youā€™ve said enough for me, life isnā€™t always about big apologies you know? Iā€™d rather you make up for things with actions not wordsā€™
ā€˜And I willā€™ he confirmed before leaning down to kiss you again. You tummy flipping at how gentle he was being with you and even before things had turned sour you couldnā€™t remember the last time you kissed like this. The last time he made you feel like this but you knew the feelings had never died, other stupid things had just gotten in the way.
You pulled back soon after, the pair of you just looking at each other in awe as you shared tiny kisses and soft stares before you felt his hand on your waist. Youā€™d missed his touch and the feel of him made you wonder what else youā€™d missed in your months apart.
ā€˜You won the fa cupā€™ you giggled, your eyes burning again as you thought back to the pictures of him looking so happy with his team mates. A nice end to a hard year heā€™d suffered and even though youā€™d been mad at him you knew how much it meant for him to win a domestic trophy and you couldnā€™t not be pleased for him.
ā€˜I did yeahā€™ he laughed, tears springing to his eyes once more. ā€˜And we didnā€™t get to celebrate it togetherā€™
ā€˜Weā€™ve got time to, itā€™ll just be a little late thatā€™s allā€™ you shrugged and he nodded down at you enthusiastically.
ā€˜We doā€™ he breathed. Kissing your forehead before cradling your face so he could look at you properly. ā€˜And youā€™re going on work trips?ā€™
ā€˜Yeah, a week or two after I went home I got promotedā€™ you smiled, rolling your eyes lightly as the pair of you knew it was something youā€™d been working towards but in your mind it was still a little way down the line.
ā€˜Iā€™m so fucking proud of youā€™ he told you sincerely, pecking your lips quickly before looking at you again and the smile on his face melted you. ā€˜Looks like weā€™ve got a fair few things to celebrate thenā€™
ā€˜I think so, and you know how I like to celebrateā€™
ā€˜Chocolate cake?ā€™ He questioned, an eyebrow raised but he knew he was right. It was always your little tradition and how you celebrated the small wins.
ā€˜Chocolate cakeā€™ you confirmed with a smile and his bright eyes made you melt.
ā€˜Iā€™m gonna get you the best chocolate cake I can find, yeah. Only the best for my girlā€™ he smiled before his face dropped a fraction. ā€˜Youā€™re still my girl arenā€™t you?ā€™
ā€˜Iā€™m still your girlā€™ you told him, stroking his cheek as he looked at you softly. ā€˜Even though I was mad as hell I was always your girl Mase. And I always will beā€™
ā€˜You and me against the world, sweetheartā€™
ā€˜Of course, but I have a conditionā€™ you told him, watching him raise his brow at you questioningly. ā€˜If you get upset again, please talk to me so we can work it outā€™
ā€˜I will baby, I promiseā€™ he told you sincerely and you knew he meant it. ā€˜I donā€™t ever want to be without you again, yeah? I fucking hated itā€™
ā€˜Me tooā€™ you laughed, pulling him down into a soft kiss that you couldnā€™t help but smile into as you felt him melt. ā€˜Now whatā€™s happening with that chocolate cakeā€™
ā€˜Come on, weā€™ll get it together. Not letting you out of my sight nowā€™ he told you, helping you up from the floor so you could make your way to the car, your heart finally home with your forever person.
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141 and Kƶnig crying in front of the reader for the first time? Can be angsty, can be sweet. Just how would that look like? Short lil blurbs would be MUCHOOO apriciated! ā˜ŗļø
Hey! I can do this. I did a little mix of both. Hope this is what you were looking foršŸ˜ŠšŸ©·
141 + Kƶnig Crying For The First Time In Front Of Reader
Warnings: crying, swearing, slightly angst, fluff
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Simon Ghost Riley-
You and Simon were taking a bath together, enjoying each other's company after a long week. You were facing him, legs planted firmly around his waist as you ran a bar of soap along his body.
Your eyes followed the bar as you began to observe the various scars that littered his torso. You'd seen them in passing, but your eyes never lingered on them like they were now.
Simon's breath hitched slightly as the feeling of the bar was soon replaced by your fingers, tracing over one of the larger scars that marred his skin.
Your fingers traced thoughtfully any scar within reach, and Simon watched how you admired each of them. Your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth as you traced a particularly large one.
"There is nothing ugly about you. You're so beautiful, Simon." You murmured, your eyes still transfixed on his scars, your fingers continuing to dance on his abdomen.
"You tryin' to memorize them?" He teased, his hands falling to rest on your arms gently.
"I want to know everything about you. Down to the last scar." You spoke, your eyes not lifting from his skin.
"They are the ugliest part of me."
Simon's world came crashing to a halt the moment those words left your mouth. Beautiful? You thought he was beautiful? Simon had been called a multitude of things, but beautiful? Never.
When you finally lifted your eyes back up to him, you were surprised to find a few stray tears rolling down Simon's cheeks.Ā 
"Simon? Are you alright?" You asked, your voice dripping with concern. You'd never, not once, throughout your entire relationship seen the man cry and it broke your heart. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
Simon said nothing, only pulled you into his chest, pressing a soft kiss to your hair.Ā Before you, he'd never had anyone touch him like you were just now. The gentleness of not only your voice but of your touch had Simon's cold heart thawing rapidly. You made him feel unequivocally safe, safe from the years of torment that followed him, and loved beyond a shadow of doubt.
"You make me feel like I'm worth loving." His voice came barely above a whisper next to your ear as he continued to hold you.
"That's because you are, Simon. More than you'll ever know."
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Kƶnig-
Kƶnig awoke with aĀ start, his heart stammering out of his chest. He looked over to you, in hopes to find some solace, but it did little to ease his racing mind.
You awoke moments later to the sounds of slight sniffles and heavy breaths from next to you.
"Kƶ? Honey, are you okay?"Ā You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sat up.
"You wereā€¦you were goneā€¦and there was nothing I could do." He breathed out, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to regain his composure. He was sitting upright, and his grip was iron tight on the sheets in front of him.
Panic attacks weren't an uncommon occurrence for Kƶnig, but this seemed to be taking a heavier toll on him than normal.Ā 
"Kƶnig, baby, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?" You asked as you gently cupped his cheek, turning it so he was facing you.
Your heart shattered as you took in his tear stained cheeks, something you'd never witnessed on him before. "Kƶ, talk to me."
"It felt so real, Maus. You were..you were dead. Right in front of me. And I couldn't save you." His body racked slightly with silent sobs as he threw his head into his hands. "They killed you. You were dead."
"Honey, I'm right here. Come here." You spoke, pulling your large husband into your arms. He laid his head against your chest, and you began to thread your feelings through his light brown locks, soothing him gently. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here."
You could feel Kƶnigs breathing begin to go back to normal, but he continued to cling into you as if you'd dissapear if he let go.
"Don't ever leave me, Maus." He spoke, his voice shaking slightly. "I can't live without you."
"I'm not going anywhere, Kƶ. I'm yours." You continued to massage his head soothingly before feeling his chest rise and fall deeply, signaling he fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning to find that he was still tucked into your chest, your arms still firmly wrapped around him. He decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea to sleep in, just a little longer.
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Kyle Gaz Garrick-
"You don't have to go on this mission, Kyle. Even John said that it's optional. Our anniversary is next week. Does that mean nothing to you?" You felt tears beginning to form in the corner of your eyes as you watched your husband pace the kitchen.
"Y/N, you're not listening to me. It's not like I have a choice. It will make me look bad if I say no." Kyle exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"We always have choices, Kyle." Your voice was eerily calm, and it scared the shit out of him. "It's obvious I'm not yours."
"Babe, please don't make this out to be something it is not. You always do this. My job is important to me."
"And I'm not?" You asked, your voice shaking. "I..I can't do this anymore."
"What?" His heart dropped into his stomach at your words as he made his way toward you. "Don't say that."
"I'm going to go out for a bit. Clear my head." You gently pushed him away as you made to grab your car keys.
"Y/N, wait we need to talk about this." He rushed toward you, grabbing your wrist gently. "Please."
"There's nothing to say that hasn't been already said. I just need some air." You pulled your wrist away from him, and left the house.
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You came home a few hours later, after some much needed alone time to parse through your thoughts.
"Kyle?" You asked, walking through the front door. "I'm home."
You made your way into the living room and found Kyle on the couch, his face stained red with tear marks.
"Iā€¦I thought you left me." He spoke, aggressively wiping away at the remaining tears. "I didn't know if you'd come back."
"Oh Kyle, I wouldn't have left you, not like that." You said, sitting next to him on the couch. "I just needed some air before I said something I'd regret. I just don't want to fight anymore."
"I don't, either. And I really, really don't want to lose you Y/N. I can not imagine my life without you." He grabbed your hands gently, holding them in his as he spoke. "I'll call of the mission. I was so wrapped up in impressing Price I didn't give a second thought to our anniversary, I'm so sorry."
"I know your job is important, but sometimes it feels like it's all that matters to you." You said, your eyes flickering down to your joined hands.
"That's not true at all, and I'm so sorry you feel that way. I'm going to do everything in my power to prove otherwise. I love you so much."
You gave him a warm smile before engulfing him in a tight embrace. "I love you too, Kyle."
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John Price-Ā 
John's heart was leaping out of his chest. He'd just gotten a call from Simon while he was driving home after a mission, letting him know the base had received a ransom letter, saying that they had you in their custody.
John had never driven so fast in his life, his hands white knuckling the steering wheel as he drove well over the speed limit to get to your shared home.
~
"Y/N?" John called out, barging through the front door. His heart dropped when he heard no immediate answer. "Y/N, where are you?!"
He sprinted across the entire home, frantically looking for you, to no avail. He felt tears begin to pool at his eyes as he dropped to his knees on the floor. He'd never be able to live with himself if you'd gotten hurt because of him. You were his everything.
It was a few moments later when he heard the front door opening, and the sound of rustling bags.
"John! Baby, I didn't know you were coming home early. I would've been here!" You called out, walking through the front door, your hands filled with grocery bags. "I was just out doing some grocery shopping."
John felt the immense weight on his shoulders immediately vanish upon hearing your sweet voice and quickly turned to validate that you were, in fact, here, right in front of him.Ā 
"Sweetheart?" You saw a few tears fall down his cheeks as he huffed out a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself.Ā 
Your heart shattered as your eyes fell on his face. You'd never seen him cry before and didn't know what to do as tears continued to pour down his cheeks. "John, honey, are you okay?"
He stood and ran toward you, wrapping you in the tightest hug he could, his mind still not comprehending that you were there, that you were safe. "I thought they had you."
"Who? I'm safe, John. I'm here." You spoke, wrapping your arms around your fiancees' shoulders. "I'm okay."
"I was told that a group of mercenaries took you for ransom. I thought you were gone." John stood like that for some time, his firm grip not easing up in the slightest. "I'd do anything for you, you know what right?"
"I know. And I would do anything for you." You said, pulling away slightly to wipe at his wet cheeks.
"Let's go away this weekend. You and me." He set you down, watching your brows furrow at his words.
"John, I'm okay, we don't have-"
"I want to. I want to get away from the world, from this place. Just be you and I. Let me have that. Let me at least have a few days where I know you're safe." He pressed a kiss to your temple before smiling down at you. "Please."
"A weekend away with you doesn't sound so bad." You giggled, laying your head back down onto his chest.
"Damn right, it doesn't."
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Johnny Soap MacTavish-
"Quit jittering MacTavish, you're even making me nervous." Simon teased, shoving the groom playfully.
"Away an bile yer heid. What if they changed their mind?" Johnny couldn't control the anxiety he was having. He'd heard of wedding day jitters, but swore he wouldn't have them. How wrong he was.
"They love you, Johnny. I know they'll be here." Simon patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Don't know what git in their right mind would marry you, but what do I know."
Johnny's retort died in his throat as the music began, signaling your arrival. He clasped his shaking hands together in front of him, his eyes making their way to the aisle.
Johnny felt his breath hitch in his throat as you made your appearance, you looking as beautiful and radiant as ever, making your way down the aisle toward him.Ā 
Unable to control his array of emotions, he felt tears begin to pool in his eyes as he kept his eyes locked on you. You'd never looked more beautiful than you had in that moment, and the fact that you were about to commit yourself to him and him alone for the rest of your life had Johnny nearly in a fit of tears.
Your smile was lighting up the entire room, and he was unable to keep his eyes off of you. The whole moment felt surreal to him, and he couldn't possibly think of a moment where he'd been happier than he was right now. The tears continued to stream down his face as you made your way down the final bit of the aisle to him.
When you finally made your way to him, the person who walked you down the aisle gave your hand to Johnny, and he swore he felt his heart stop beating at the way you looked at him.
Johnny had been through hell and back in his life, and the one constant beacon of hope, of light, was you. He'd never made any better decision, than the one he made to marry you.
"You look so beautiful, sweeheart." He cooed, a few final stray tears running down his cheeks. "I can't believe we are getting married."
"No cold feet?" You teased, your smile still melting his heart.
"Never."
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latenightdaydreams Ā· 4 months ago
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Kƶnig x First Meeting (fem)
MDNIšŸ”ž
I'm sorry for not posting as often as I usually do! There has been a lot of things going on in my personal life, but I promise to be back on my normal schedule soon! ILY all and thank you so much for everyone's patience and gracešŸ©· I hope you all have a great day/night!!
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>cw: fem/afab, fluff, sexual thoughts
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Over the last three years, youā€™ve always just been a soft voice on the other side of Kƶnigā€™s radio. What was first professional talk only quickly turned into deep conversations and flirting. Every mission he can rely on you to always be there. Youā€™ve been able to help him out of terrible situations, causing the bond to grow stronger. It helps that your voice is so feminine and soothing to him.
Even though you both have never met face to face, heā€™s developed deep feelings for you. Other than your first name, he knows nothing about you. Are you married? Do you like men? That doesnā€™t really matter; men like Kƶnig arenā€™t built for relationships, so heā€™s never sought you out. Why ruin something good?
Kƶnig has just returned from a successful mission, his team put together a small party at the local bar for him. He sat at the bar with Horangi as everyone else spread out across the bar. In the middle of the story Horangi was telling him, he hears your voice. His eyes widen as he looks around trying to find you. Then you speak again.
The light coming in from the windows behind you formed a halo of golden rays around your body, framing your stunning shape. Itā€™s as if Kƶnig was looking at an angel, a dream come true. He places a hand on Horangiā€™s shoulder as to excuse himself as his feet guide him to you.
ā€œY/n? Is that really you?ā€ Kƶnig asks as his eyes travel all over your body as he stops a few feet from you.
ā€œKƶnig!ā€ You respond in such a happy tone, your lips curving into the sweetest smile heā€™s ever seen. He is a massive man; in height and in muscle mass. While you canā€™t see his face, you can see his beautiful pale eyes.
ā€œY- youā€™re here. In the flesh.ā€
He is trying his best to be respectful, but finding it hard to take his eyes away from your body. To see you, the body, the face, to match your voice; he feels as if this just confirms that heā€™s in love with you. This is exactly what he was worried would happen if you two ever met.
ā€œItā€™s nice to finally meet you face to face.ā€ His eyes meet yours once more as he holds his hand out for you to shake.
The sweet familiar giggle leaves your lips as you brush past his hand and wrap your arms around him for a hug. ā€œThereā€™s no need to be so formal.ā€ You tease, causing his cheeks to turn red underneath his mask.
Kƶnig wraps his arms around you, returning the hug. Youā€™re so much smaller than him that your head barely reaches his chest. He leans down slightly and takes a deep breath. You smell like a breezy spring day. Everything about you screams home to him, he came picture himself coming home every day and burying his head between your breasts and letting the stress of the day melt off.
When the hug ends, he can still feel his body tingle where you touched him. His icy blue eyes are stuck on you, trying to study every little part of you that he can. He notices your eyes travel over his body as well, giving him an ego boost.
ā€œCongratulations on your work.ā€ You say grabbing his gloved hand.
ā€œI couldnā€™t have done it without you, SĆ¼ĆŸe.ā€ His voice is barely above a whisper as he squeezes your hand slightly. There are so many words fighting to be said, but he doesnā€™t know where to begin. ā€œWould you like to sit together and chat?ā€
ā€œI would.ā€
Horangi turns in his seat to see Kƶnig walking hand in hand with you. He raises his eyebrow and shrugs, getting up to join the crowd of people to give you both some time alone. You sit, sliding into one side of the booth and Kƶnig ops to sit beside you verses across from you. He canā€™t take his eyes off of you or stop touching you. Three years of only knowing your voice. Three years of joking, flirting, and life saving advice.
ā€œYouā€™re a lot taller than I thought youā€™d be.ā€ You say softly as you gaze down at his hand caressing your upper thigh through the fabric of your jeans. The sexual tension between the both of you is insane.
Kƶnig chuckles at your comment while nodding his head. ā€œI am. Iā€™m a big man, kleine Taube.ā€ Your thighs are so deliciously thick, he can only imagine what they would feel like underneath the fabric of your pants. His eyes drop to your cleavage before traveling back up to your eyes. ā€œItā€™s crazy to finally put a face to the voice.ā€
ā€œHopefully a cute face.ā€ You smirk and chuckle.
ā€œA beautiful face. Youā€™re so beautiful and small.ā€ His face heats up at his words as his mind begins to wander about what it would be like to have you completely to himself.
ā€œWell, thank you Kƶnig. I canā€™t see your face but I imagine itā€™s just as attractive as your voice.ā€
He leans back in the booth and laughs, shaking his head in disagreement. ā€œI have scars, Taube. Graying hair.ā€ His eyes travel from your eyes to your soft pillowy kissable lips then back up.
ā€œMaybe Iā€™m into that.ā€ You smirk.
Itā€™s just like speaking to you have the radio, youā€™re just as flirty and confident in person and thatā€™s very attractive to Kƶnig. His hand on your thigh squeezes twice before he shifts his body to face you more. The hand moves from your thigh so he can remove his gloves, showing off his pale large hands. His fingers dance across your small palm before linking fingers with you. You place your free hand on his arms, caressing his muscular bicep. His pants grow tight on him as he feels his cock begin to harden.
Before anything else can be said, Horangi brings over two shots for the both of you. He has a sly smirk on his face as he passes one to you and then to Kƶnig. ā€œCelebration shot!ā€ Horangi gleefully shouts.
You reach for yours and then look at Kƶnig and wait for him to grab his. He does and watches you closely waiting to see what you will do. When you bring the small glass up to your lips and drink the harsh liquor with no reaction his cock twitches. What he wouldnā€™t give to see your lips wrap around him instead.
Kƶnig looks at you and lifts up his mask, exposing his lips to you. You can see a scar coming from his cheek down past his lip to his chin. He takes the shot quickly, but before he can drop his mask you lean up and kiss him. Your lips fall on his cheek, but the corners of your lips touch and it drives him mad.
He looks down at you for a moment, not reacting while he attempts to gather his thoughts so he doesnā€™t just bend you over this table and fuck you in front of the whole bar. One of his hands comes up and caresses the side of your face as he leans in to kiss you again. His lips are soft and delicate at first. Slowly his lips move against yours in a more possessive and passionate heat.
Your lips feel just as soft as clouds, you smell and taste so sweet. His hand slips down your body, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. The kiss intensifies as he feels your lipā€™s part. He wastes no time; the tip of his tongue runs across your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth.
A small hum rumbles from his chest as he moves his hand up and down your back, moving to your side to explore your curves. You feel so perfect in his hands. You taste so good on his tongue. There is no one else. You are the one.
Kƶnig pulls back from the kiss; his eyes look down into yours. All he wants to do is ravish your body and get to know every inch of you, but he knows he should take you out first. Youā€™re more than just a hookup, he can build a future with you. He thinks for a moment, letting his eyes trail down your body once more before speaking. ā€œWould you like to go on a date?ā€
ā€œI would love to.ā€
ā€œTomorrow.ā€
ā€œWhat time?ā€
ā€œIā€™m free all day, SĆ¼ĆŸe. You can take as much of it as you want.ā€ You could take the air from his lungs and heā€™d die a happy man.
ā€œI want it all.ā€
Kƶnig smirks at your response. His hand lingers on your upper thigh once more, letting his fingers rest on your inner thigh. ā€œYou can have it all. Anything for my Taube.ā€
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finelinevogue Ā· 27 days ago
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For prompt list, number 39 Harry Styles friends to lovers? Love your writing šŸ©·
thank you my lovely!!! youā€™re so kindšŸ’–šŸ’–
>500 words
ā€œWait a minute. Are you jealous?ā€
You stood and watched Harry as he scoffed at your question.
His bedroom in his university flat didnā€™t seem so big anymore with the two of you raging at each other.
You had come to visit Harry, your best friend, for the weekend, as you hadnā€™t seem him since youā€™d both moved away from home and off to university. It just so happened that Harryā€™s flat was hosting a flat party - so subsequently youā€™d been invited.
It had been going well.
Youā€™d met Harryā€™s flatmates and they were lovely. Youā€™d gotten ready with the girls in his flat whilst the boys went to the off-licence for drinks. The party had lots of people and it was fun. Perhaps a little too fun, or at least it had been when Harry had caught you.
ā€œYou were talking to Oliver.ā€ Harry stressed, running a hand through his soft hair.
ā€œAnd?ā€ You exclaimed.
ā€œHeā€™s my fucking roommate.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t you dare speak to me like that.ā€ You glared at him, chest heaving as you pointed at him.
Harryā€™s tense brows dropped then, finally allowing himself a moment of calm. It was just you two in his bedroom - no one else. More importantly, no Oliver.
ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€
Harry huffed before slumping down on his tidy bed. Harry had always been very neat and orderly. It was one of the things you loved about him. Well, that and a list of another hundred things or so.
It was getting more and more difficult to keep that love a secret though.
It was clear that you both had feelings for one another. It was evident in the way that Harry didnā€™t exactly like you and Oliver cosying up to one another. It was evident in the way youā€™d decided to come down this weekend because you missed him so much and were scared he mightā€™ve moved on.
Perhaps you were both idiots.
You slumped down next to Harry, forcefully taking one of his hands in yours and holding it tight before resting your head on his shoulder.
ā€œI donā€™t like Oliver like that, just for reference.ā€ You said quietly.
ā€œI know. I could tell by the way you kept drinking rather than talking. Normally I canā€™t get you to shut up and yet with Oliver there was more silence than anything.ā€ Harry chuckled beside you, making your head wobble against his shoulder.
You couldnā€™t help but smile at how well Harry knew you and all your tells.
ā€œHe was talking about his grandmothers Christmas bauble collection. It wasnā€™t exactly a riveting conversation.ā€ You laughed. ā€œHe does seem like a good friend though.ā€
ā€œHe is.ā€
ā€œSo whyā€™d you pull me away from him?ā€ You took your head off his shoulder to look at him properly.
He nervously looked down before looking back at you, needing to keep ahold of your hand for support.
ā€œI think you know.ā€
You gave him a small smile, accompanied by a minor blush. You nodded and watched his smile become bashful at your agreement.
Harry chuckled to himself as he looked away from you, trying to focus on something that would stop him grinning from ear to ear but it was proving quite difficult - especially when youā€™d both admitted to something as big as feelings.
ā€œSo what now?ā€ He asked you.
ā€œWellā€¦ You could ask me out? I might say yes.ā€
He turned to look at you with a cheeky smirk, ā€œOr we could skip all that and you just let me kiss you?ā€
You stood up then - moving away from temptation.
ā€œNo. I donā€™t kiss on the first date and I definitely donā€™t make exceptions for my best friend.ā€
ā€œStill your best friend, hmm?ā€ Harry leaned back on his arms, stretched behind him on his bed as we watched you.
ā€œYouā€™ll always be my best friend, H. This time, though, Iā€™ll just get to kiss my best friend too.ā€
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porkcutletbowl44 Ā· 21 days ago
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The Man You Need
Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader
Tags!: šŸ”žNSFW. MDNI. unprotected p in v sex(wrap it in foil before you check her oil), dirty talk, creampie, PWP, Insomnia!reader, brief mention of misogyny, semi-public sex, shower sex, reader is also kinda bratty
(Ik y'all are only here for the porn that's why the plot dies quick lmao)
A big thank you to the 200 followers and counting šŸ«¶šŸ»šŸ©·
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"Y'look knackered, 'aven't been sleepin' enough?"
Simon's voice forces you to stop staring at the stale scones under the heat lamp, yanking you out of that day dream of falling face first into the breakfast line to get real sleep.
"Just the usual insomnia," you reminded. "What plans do you have today?" You asked, gatherthering the last of your breakfast.
His long strides effortlessly keeping up with your shorter ones. He towers over you as you both approach the table where you both sat normally.
"Just the usual, trainin' new recruits." He answers in the same manner as you, he sits down opposite you. He stretches his long legs out under the table, his calves brushing yours.
His eyes fixed on you like little bugs on your skin, taking in every detail of your face.
"'ow long has it been since y'last slept through a night?" He asks gruffly.
"Saturday." You answered.
His jaw clenches momentarily behind the thin fabric of his balaclava, and his shoulders stiffen.
"Y'mean to tell me its been three days an' you're still functioning?" He retorts, skepticism written on his face. He knows you, and he knows how bad your insomnia gets.
"Yeah. Doesn't help when we have to wake up early."
Simon lets out a frustrated sigh, running a gloved hand over his face.
"You can't survive on 2 or 3 hours o' sleep a day. Y'know you're pushin' it too far. You're going to collapse soon if y'don't get your sleep under control."
He's always stern when he speaks, but with you it's like he's scolding you like a child who doesn't know any better.
You do know better; you've busted your ass to get where you are. You've had to deal with everything in the book to fight to where you are now in the military, and he knows that, he's been there the majority of the time and yet he nags you everyday about something.
"Well I'm trying, Si. Melatonin doesn't work and it gives me bad headaches." You mumbled irritably.
"Doesn't work, eh? An' I can see those bags under your eyes. Headaches too..." He rubs his chin as he looks at you, his eyes calculating. "What 'ave you tried so far, love? I've told you to keep me updated."
"The sleepy tea worked for a little bit, and then it didn't. I tried running before bed, no screen time, benadryl..."
Simon grunts and leans back in his chair, listening to you list all the things you've already tried and don't work, his frustration only seems to grow with this situationā€” or you?
"Bloody hell. You've tried everythin', 'aven't you? Nothin' seems to work, it's as if your body just won't shut down."
Sometimes this leads to the same thing over and over again, the 'you have to sleep' or, 'why do you do this to yourself?'. You just smile and nod, because yes, you can 100% control this.
"Well, sometimes another thing works, but it's just too much of a hassle." You shrugged, sipping some vitamin water.
Simon's brows furrow as he hears your muttered words. He leans forward, his gaze intense.
"What 'other things?'"
You sometimes keep things from him, and he won't let you get away with it this time. Or, there's the other times you are blunt, disgustingly blunt. You live with a bunch of men, who do not have a filter, that alone has killed yours out of existence.
You blink, fidgeting in place. "Ahem. Me time?"
He's not dense, he knows exactly what you mean and he's not one to back down from anything that usually makes normal people squeamish or "grossed out".
"An" 'ow is it 'too much o' a hassle exactly?" He asks, a slight raise in an eyebrow.
"My hand cramps." You rolled your eyes, it was obvious, who doesn't have that problem sometimes?
He crosses his arms over his broad chest with a humored look, your honesty can be either amusing or completely looked over.
"Your hand cramps, you say? Thas a hell o' a reason."
He chuckles softly, his eyes raking over you, taking in the sight before him. His gaze is heated. Your face can feel it, it's warm, it's like he's putting your face close to a bonfire with that look. For months you two do this... This thing that borders flirty and suggestive but at the same time it doesn't quite feel like either.
"Yeah. Thinking about going down to the store."
His eyes snap up, crossed arms going lose from his chest. He's not stupid; he knows what "going down to the store" means.
"You're talkin' about goin' to get one o' those things." His voice is low, but not quite harsh. He's almost hesitant to say it out loud, but he says it with so much disdain.
You deadpan. "A vibrator, Simon. A vibrator."
The tops of his cheeks flush red beneath his balaclava at your blunt response. You giggle a little, not expecting such a reaction from Lieutenant Ghost. What's the big deal? Did guys not talk about fleshlights? Brand recommendations?
He clears his throat before speaking, a little husky and quiet. No way, are you embarrassing him with girl stuff?
"Y-yeah. One o' those." He stutters, his usual confidence wavering. "Yes, thank you, love. I realize that. I just..." He trailed off, blinking a few times.
"Y'can't be serious. You're goin' to use a toy instead o' asking for help?"
It's like he can't believe you just said that out loud, in a busy mess hall no less. This is what it took? Talking about sex toys to make him awkward?
"Uhm...yeah? I less you have a boyfriend in your pocket waiting for me." you retort.
And yikes, he didn't seem to like that. His eyes squint, probably crinkle in his nose. He paused, leaning forward in his seat, his eyes studying your face closely.
"You don't seriously think y'need a toy instead o' just asking me, do you?"
Why does he sound hurt??
Your stomach does a backflip off your intestines and into a hot tub of oil. He did not just say that. You must be asleep, yes, you must be dreaming.
You giggled, "Good one."
Simon gives a low grumble, his jaw flexing and grinding. This apparently wasn't a laughing matter to him. Is he serious? Your tongue works over your teeth, trying your absolute hardest to be so cool, nonchalant, you don't care you don't careā€”
"'M not jokin', love. You don't honestly think that a toy would be better than the real thing, do you?"
Of course it's not fucking better. But what choices did you have? Sleep with one of your teammates and then get a dishonorable discharge? Make things awkward in your team?
"Oh... Considering it's illegal to have relationships, yes. A vibrator won't leave me, cheat on me, break my heart... It's perfect." You shruggedā€” it was for the best anyways.
He knew the rules just as much as you did. And he followed them religiously. What the hell is going on? Why would he just suggest that out of the blue?
"Y'think you'd be better off with a piece o' silicone than takin' the chance on me?"
You pinch your thigh under the table. Nope. You're still here in mess hall, in front of your now cold breakfast, and Simon is still trying to convince you to fuck him.
"Y'wouldn't be satisfied with that thing. You'd get bored, love..." He sounds so sure, and jealous when he speaks of the horrible, terrible, vibrator.
"How would you know?" You quired quickly.
Just to double check. Maybe the sleep deprivation was catching up.
"I know 'cause I know you. You'd get tired o' that thing eventually, you'd want somethin' real."
He paused for a moment, his eyes lidding, darkening, consuming.
"You'd want someone to touch you, love. Not some piece o' plastic an' silicone."
"Yeah, like I'd ever get that," you barked out a laugh out of sheer nerves.
He didn't like that anymore than your last dismissive reply, you may just be convinced about now. So, cue to you squeezing your thighs together in your seat. Acting completely normal. Because everything about this is so normal; your coworker just telling you to come to him for a good fuck to be able to sleep.
"What do y'mean by that? 'ow can you say that with a straight face? Y'don't think anyone would want to touch you? Let y'know 'ow loved you are?" He grumbled, his hands clenching on top of the table.
"Y'think you're so undesirable that nobody would want you? Bloody hell..." He shakes his head.
"Simon, take a look at me." You licked your lips to prevent a shout of frustration, yikes, you do need sleep.
Simon's eyes fly over your form, from head to toe. He took his time studying you, his eyes lingering over the curves of your body, the way your hair fell over your face. There isn't a damn thing wrong with the way you look.
"'M lookin' at ya, love. An' what I see is perfection. So tell me again... what's your damn point?"
Oh, good God. It's real. But this is better than you imagined; you want to make him work for it. All because it's hotter to get a man to work for something, get all riled up.
"What do you see? A cutesy little girly girl? A nice little housewife for a big strong man?" You asked sarcastically.
"I see a woman who's strong, capable, an' bloody beautiful." He glares, offended you'd even think about saying that, "You're not some dainty damsel in distress, you're a force to be reckoned with..."
"My point exactly. Men don't want a chick that's more man than them." You rolled your eyes at just mentioning the delicacy of fragile masculinity these days.
Simon grunted and rolled his eyes, his irritation building into something you might not want to poke at.
"Thas where you're wrong, love." He points his spoon at you. "Not all men are as narrow-minded as y'think. I know damn well I want a woman like you. Strong, feisty, sexy."
"My point, Simon! I don't want some fucking pussy, I want someone whose more man than me." You huff.
You're not entirely implying this trait about him... You just wanna see him work for it.
"You're not goin' to find that in a bloody toy, love. You're lookin' in the wrong place if y'think some plastic will make y'feel better. Y'want a man? You already 'ave a man."
He was right there, willing to give you what you needed. But how far will he go?
"Yeah but... I want something real, too." You tried to explain.
This flirting back and forth was something you enjoyed; but what would it mean in the long run?
"Exactly." He huffed a bit exasperated. "Y'want somethin' real. Somethin' I can give you."
He shifted in his seat, leaning closer to you, his eyes deep and intense.
"Y'don't need a toy, love. You 'ave me. 'M real, an' I want you. Don't settle for some piece o' plastic when y'know damn well what you really want."
Okay then, schizophrenic, game on.
"I want someone stronger than me, someone to give me a reason to act like a woman," You snorted.
You were infuriating at times.
"An' y'think I can't give ya that? Y'think I can't make y'feel like a woman? Like a fuckin' queen?" That retort comes out low, accusing. "I can definitely make y'feel like a woman. Y'don't need someone stronger than you, love. Y'just need me."
Nail on the head with that one; yet how far can you take it? You lean between your elbows, squeezing your tits together to make you look as enticing as possible.
"Do I?" You purr.
Simon freezes in time, his plastic spoon almost falling away from his thick fingers. His hand does scramble for it to his credit but he almost dumps his bowl in the process. You hear him clear his throat roughly, Adams apple bobbing at the hem of his mask before it disappears. You bite your lip with a challenging gaze, would he take it?
"Yes," He replied firmly to cover up his hesitation, "Y'need me, love. Y'just don't know it yet. I can make y'feel things no toy ever could. Think y'need a man t'make you feel like a woman? I can do that, an' I will happily."
You smirk, "You're gonna have to try harder than that,"
"Oh, I will, love. You're just askin' for a challenge, aren't you?"
"You afraid to take it?" You shot back slyly.
He was anything but afraid with that look. He was up for the challenge, and you know he's gonna prove it.
"Baby, 'm not afraid o' anythin' when it comes to you," he replied, his voice low and husky. "As long as you can take what I can give you."
He leaned forward in his seat, his eyes searing into yours. There was danger in his gaze, it only made it all the more delicious.
"Y'think you can 'andle me, love? Y'think you're ready for what I can do t'you?"
"Only if you can prove it." You grin.
Ghost let out a low growl, his eyes darkening at your challenging tone. He thrived on it, it only fueling his drive to prove himself to you.
"Oh, I'll prove it, love. I'll prove it again an' again until y'can't even think straight."
"No, no, prove you're more man than me." You corrected easily.
"Y'want to know why 'm more o' a man than you? I can make y'feel things you 'aven't even imagined before. I'll 'ave you beggin' f'me, addicted t'me."
"I'll be waiting, then." You set the challenge in stone. This was it.
The bear has been poked enough. He was on a mission now.
"You'll be beggin' f'me before the night's over." He boasts smoothly, a promise and a warning all in one.
"If I get a good night's sleep I'll consider keeping you,"
You were maddening, and he both loved and hated the way you pushed his buttons. It was all in good heart; for the most part.
"You're already keepin' me, love. Y'just don't know it yet."
You bite your lip, taking a quick survey of the area before replying. This was getting too good to be true.
"Don't disappoint then, we have..." You glance at your watch, humming, "six hours until lights out."
"Thas more than enough time." He grunts, all smug and cocky behind his mask.
Step one, getting recruit work out of the way. It's boring as fuck, mostly watching the Lieutenant scare the absolute piss out of the fresh meat.
Simon was barking orders left and right, ruthless to the soldiers in training. Almost as ruthless as the sun beating down on them.
You abandoned your spot in the shade, clip board in hand. You balance two water bottles on the wooden board as you approach to offer a beverage.
"Thanks," he grumbles, his eyes darting around to ensure no one witnessed the small gesture just like you.
He took the offered water, downing half the bottle in one go and adjusting his mask back in place. You drag your pin down the clip board to check off what's already done.
"Forty laps?"
"Forty laps."
Simon confirmed with a gruff nod, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment before turning back to the recruits. Despite the challenging heat, he refused to end the training drills early no matter how much you teased him about buying him a little extra on your toy runā€” Viagra.
You thought it was hilarious, him? Not so much.
"An' they better pick up the pace!" He barked, the deep baritone easily reaching the pirvates' ears.
You circle that box, "And the sixty pull ups?" You breathed a bored sigh.
Simon grunted in annoyance.
"Done."
He informed in a low grumble, his jaw working under the balaclava. It was an excessive amount, but many of the recruits wouldn't even make it halfway through. But he didn't care, he was in a mood. A horny one. When was the last time this guy got laid?
"Wasn't accepting any half-assed attempts, either."
"The rope climbing?" You tap your pen at the box.
Simon glances down at the list, eyeing the scribbles and doodles next to the ticked boxes.
"Done." He replies simply.
You could faintly hear the sound of the recruits groaning and grumbling in pain and exhaustion, you almost felt bad. It was minor flashbacks to your recruitment days, yet Simon didn't seem to have that same sympathy judging by the satisfaction in his eyes.
"Aaannnd... Combat." You hum, one last task left for training.
This was where things get interesting.
"Its last. Need to let 'em rest a bit first. Suppose they earned it."
"Generous," you comment blandly.
"Yeah, yeah. Just keep checkin' off the list. I wanna get these fuckin' recruits dismissed soon. 'M sick o' the heat."
The day dragged on painfully slowly. The heat was relentless until the rain would show up any minute, and he was more irritable than usual. Even the recruits seemed to notice his foul mood, giving him a wide berth whenever he was in their vicinity. You were starting to grow bored of his usual job of scaring the hell out of the recruits, (not so bored when sweat rolls down the thickness of his biceps and the bounce of his tits when he jogs up to the trainees to yell at them) and overall wondering when and how the fuck you're supposed to get laid at this point.
Finally, the training was over. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the compound. The recruits limped and hobbled their way to their assigned lodgings, exhausted and sore.
Simon, on the other hand, seemed like he had even more energy than usual. Despite the long, grueling day, he was somehow wired and restless. You should ask what energy drink he uses after you wrap this up. (Hint: it's the male drive to get some pussy).
As the recruits dispersed, one in particular caught your eye. He was the most arrogant and obnoxious of the bunch, strutting around like he owned the place. You and Simon had seen it countless times before, it got old fast.
"Arrogant little prick," Simon muttered irritably.
You tongue your cheek, "What? Threatened by him?"
It's a pointless tauntā€” Simon? Threatened? Gosh, it's so fun to get men worked up. Simon's eyes narrow at your comment, a grunt bursting out from him.
"Threatened? Me? Fuckin' hell, no." He grumbles offendedly. "I could take 'im apart within a minute. Can't stand the ones caught up in their own 'ead,"
You hum in agreement. You know for a fact you'd pay to see that one day, and Soap would be right behind you.
"You're lucky you're the most tolerable person 'ere," he adds goodnaturedly.
You backhand his shoulder lightly, "Oh, look, your best friend is coming over!"
And speak of the devil, the recruit struts over with that piece of shit arrogant smirk. Simon rolls his eyes in annoyance as he turns to face the strutting recruit.
"Great. Just what I need," The sarcasm is laid on thicker than the suspicious gravy served this morning at breakfast.
The recruit saunters over, his obnoxious confidence on full display. Simon clenches his jaw, trying to keep his temper in check.
"Sir... Do we have more extensive training available?" He asks slowly, his own ego taking a hold of his tongue.
Simon's eye twitches at the recruit's pompous tone. Extensive training, more like a request for special treatment to feed that ego.
"Extensive training?" He echos roughly, "F'you? Why?"
The recruit shrugs boredly, "I think your ways are a bit old fashioned, too easy,"
Easy, old fashioned? This cocky little bastard doesn't know the first thing about hard work. And he's about to serve himself his very own buffet of living hell from Simon. You distract yourself with the grass below your feet, taking everything you have to not laugh.
"Y'think we make things easy on you?" He sneers, taking a step closer to the recruit. "Y'think you're hot stuff, eh? Well, you're in for a rude awakening, rookie."
Your lips purse, frowning deeply to stop the smile.
"What makes y'think you deserve anythin' beyond the standard training regime, hmm? You 'aven't earned a fuckin' thing yet." He glares at the recruit, his eyes dark and intense behind his mask. "Y'get your fuckin' arse to the barracks. Your extensive training for the next month? You'll be cleanin' the bathrooms before lights out."
The recruit's smirk falters at Simon's orders. He's not used to being talked back to, much less being told what to do. But he tries to maintain his cocky attitude, not wanting to back down in front of you, maybe. Ugh, men.
"Bathroom duty? That's... a little degrading, isn't it?"
Simon chuckles darkly, his eyes dancing with amusement. This cocky bastard was really pushing his luck more than you were. You almost feel bad if it weren't so funny.
"Degrading?" he sneers. "Welcome to the military, rookie. It's not a goddamn country club. Y'think you can come 'ere, demand extra training, an' expect special treatment? This ain't a playground. You're 'ere to learn discipline, not stroke your ego."
You stifle a laugh behind your clipboard. This was too good, and all the more hot to see Simon angry.
Simon shoots a sidelong glance at you, even though he's supposed to be acting tough and intimidating, he seems to let himself crack through the lieutenant role around you.
The recruit, on the other hand, doesn't notice your amusement. He just looks sulkily at Simon, clearly not pleased with the prospect of bathroom duty.
Simon grabs the recruit roughly by the collar, the display of power and dominance making you jump in place. Simon's firm grip on the recruit's collar startles the cocky little punk, his eyes wide in surprise.
"See, this is your problem," Simon grits lowly. "Y'think you're untouchable. Y'think you're better than everyone else. But lemme tell you somethin', wanker... you're not."
The recruit stammers, eyes frozen with fear.
"Disobey your superior officer again an' I'll make sure your walls are covered in you."
He gives the recruit a rough shove, releasing his collar. The recruit stumbles back, shocked out of words.
"Consider that your final warning," Simon growls. "Now get your arse to the fuckin' barracks, rookie."
The recruit seems to shrink under Simon's intimidating aura, his cocky demeanor shattered and squashed to dust. He mumbles a half-hearted, "Yes, sir," before hurrying away.
You check your watch, "Well, today has been fun. It's too bad you only have three hours left."
Three hours left, you say? He hadn't even started yet. Because of training, of course.
"Three hours, huh?" He grumbles, eyes setting in determination. "Don't count me out yet, love. I can do a lot in three hours."
"Hurry it up, or in three hours I'll have a brand new shiny vibrator." You grin cheekily.
"You won't be needin' any damn vibrator if I 'ave anythin' to say 'bout it," he hisses. "I don't need any bloody gadgets to 'elp out."
He starts to stalk towards you, his eyes intense and focused. Your thighs squeeze together, pleased with your outcome.
"Three hours is more than enough time f'me to prove myself, love. An' you'll be beggin' before the clock strikes, guarantee ya that."
"Right," you drawl with a roll of your eyes.
He reaches up with a rough hand, grabbing your chin and lifting it so your eyes meet his.
"Y'think I can't prove myself in three hours, huh? That I need some bloody toy to 'elp me out? I promise you, love, you'll be singin' a different tune."
You giggle teasingly, biting your tongue through your smile.
"Tick tock, Simon." You singsong.
You were mocking him, challenging him, all for this purpose.
"You're playin' a dangerous game, love," he growls down at you, "Y'think you can tease an' walk away with that pretty lil smile on your face. But you're gonna find out real quick that I won't back down, even when you're being a cheeky lil minx."
You smirk dreamily, staring up at him with raw want. You kinda want him to do something extravagant, proving himself just because. When was the last time you had fun like this?
"You're pushing your luck, love," he grunts, his voice gruff with barely concealed desire. "If you keep lookin' at me like that, there ain't gonna be enough time to do everythin' I wanna do to you."
You pull from his hand, turning on your heel as you call over your shoulder,
"I'll be waiting, Si,"
You were taunting him, teasing him, with that sultry little comment and casual tone. You feel his eyes on your ass with each sway of your hips, that naked feeling let's you know he's undressing you with his eyes.
You whip out your phone to look at the time, alas, there's just no way what you want can happen. The rules, regulations, and the severe lack in privacy.
Shooting Captain a quick text for permission to leave base for an hour you head into the higher up showers for some much needed washing of the sweat collected on your body.
As you toss your towel on the bend, your phone buzzes.
'Permission granted. I'll let the team know you'll be out.'
Your heart drops to your ass as you frantically text backā€”
'Wait no that's not necessary!!!!!'
And then, to your horror, you get a ping in the group text.
Shit.
The team knows youre just going out, but Simon knows. Simon knows you're chickening out from the challenge.
"Fuck!" You hiss, frantically looking around the showers as if there were anything that could help you.
There's nothing. Not the gathered pubes in the moldy shower drain nobody uses, not the faded rusting lockers, not the dirty windows that nobody will ever be able to see out of no matter how much scrubbing
You're fucked.
But how fucked, do we wager? Does this mean Simon will get in his feelings and never talk to you again? Will he out you? (No, it wouldn't everā€”) What if he gets revenge?... What kind of revenge?
As you stand there, panic setting in, a voice rings out from the entrance of the shower area.
"What 'appened to three hours?"
You squeak as the door slams, the deadbolt echoing through the room.
You are locked in the showers with Simon.
"What's with the sudden cold feet?" Simon grunts as he rounds the corner, closing the distance between you in slow, measured strides.
"I-I can explainā€”" you stammer, phone dropping on the bench next to your towel.
He stalks towards you, his steps slow and deliberate. There's a dangerous edge to his gaze that makes your heart beat even faster in your chest.
You're trapped, unable to back away, and he looms over you like a caged beast.
"Explain why you're runnin' away from the challenge you issued, love?" he drawls, stopping just a few feet away from you. "This I 'ave to 'ear."
He crosses his arms as he stands there, his eyes never leaving your face. You're in for it now, his expression seems to say.
You chuckle nervously, gesturing between the two of you, "I mean, realistically it can't ever happenā€”"
"Who says it can't?" He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl. "I don't care 'bout the damn regulations, love. That's not gonna stop me from 'aving you."
"Y-You are all about the rules, Si. You follow them to a Tā€” You wouldntā€”" you swallow thickly. What have you done to yourself this time.
"I usually follow the rules, yes," he concedes tauntingly, "An' right now, those rules are fuck all to me anymore."
Your tongue suddenly feels heavy in your mouth, "W-What aboutā€”"
Simon leans a forearm over your head and slouches down, his eyes darkened by lust and determination.
"What 'bout...?" he mocks, "Y'think I give a damn 'bout those old geezers with their rules right now? All I care 'bout is 'aving you, 'ere an' now."
Simon's free hand reaches up, his fingers lightly tracing your jawline. "I'll show you 'm fuckin' man enough to 'ave you."
While you are speechless, he adds for you to better understand. "It's just you an' me in 'ere."
"Butā€”" you squeak.
Simon's hand moves quick to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"No," he growls, "We don't need to follow the rules in 'ere. We don't need anyone's permission. We could be loud, we could be rough. No one would ever know."
No one... Would know.
He leans in, his lips hovering just centimeters from your ear. "Just us in 'ere. You tellin' me you'd rather 'ave some stupid fuckin' toy over a man that can fill you up all night long?" His hand slides down to your throat, holding you tenderly but firmly, "Just say yes, love."
You whimper in delight, his eyes flickering down to your shifting thighs.
"Yeah," he purrs, his hand angling your head up against the wall. "Y'know you want it. Y'want me."
You want him more than sleep. You want him more than some real fucking food.
"Y'know you don't need anythin' else but me t' fuck you stupid."
"Yes," you moan.
Simon's eyes gleam with approval, his grip on your chin tightens slightly.
"That's good fuckin' girl," he growls.
He licks your neck through the mask, chest expanding with a deep inhale that crushes you to the wall.
"Say y'want me," he demands in a gravelly whisper.
What is thinking? Why would you have to think?
"Want you s'bad," you whine.
"Fuckin' right you do," he mutters.
His other hand drifts down, slowly tracing down your body until it lands on your waist, shoving you into the shower stall. For a moment, you thought you were going to get a little groping, made a knead here and there. But no, you're just standing like a dumbass in the empty shower stall.
"Strip." He growls.
Your skin erupts with gooseflesh in the bare shower shall, his gaze unwavering as he waits for his private show. He steps closer, his own clothes still on, thick arms folding over his chest.
"Slowly," he commands, "Show me what's gonna be mine."
You pinch the hem of your cargos, and then switch to your shirt.
What the hell do you even start with?
"Trousers first," Simon instructs roughly.
He stands there, still dressed, but his eyes devouring every inch of you as you slowly pop the button.
You slowly shimmy the waist band over the swell of each hip, pushing down to your ankles. Simon's breaths grow heavier as you flick the material off your feet his eyes transfixed on the movement.
"Thas it. Bra next," he commands, velvety smooth, "Nice n' slow. I want t'see all o' you."
Bra? Bra next? Why not your shirt?
You kick the cargos away, your shirt barely covering over your panties as you unclasp the bra through your shirt and maneuver it out from one of the sleeves to hold it in the tip of your finger.
Simon's eyes zero in on your pebbled nipples and pretty panties, the thin fabric doing little to hide your curves.
"Good girl," he purrs, "Now come 'ere."
You're... You're not even done. He motions with his fingers for you to approach him, his eyes dark with need.
"Do the thing," you manage out.
"The thing?" he grunts in an enticing voice, taking a step forward as you gesture to your mouth and nose.
He reaches up and pulls the mask to his nose, revealing his lips.
"Is this what y'want, love?" he asks, running his tongue across his bottom lip.
"Yeah," you breathe as you wet your lips.
Those would taste so good. You just know it.
"Y'want to see m' mouth, huh?" he asks, a smirk playing at the corners of those now revealed lips that show his canines, a chipped tooth, his lower face in general in its scarred glory, "Y'want to see what I can do, love?"
He closes the remaining space between you in a single stride, grabbing you by the back of the neck and yanking you forward.
His free hand grips your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with dark hunger that makes your pussy pulse.
His mouth descends on yours, his lips claiming yours in a fiercely possessive kiss. You moan lowly, one of your arms circling his thick waist. He's burning up, hot and sweaty under his clothes that reek of his natural musk.
One of your curious hands ventures down, squeezing at his ass. He breaks the kiss with a surprised grunt, a coy smirk.
"Naughty, that," he huffs, "But I like it. My turn,"
The world before you lunges back, his mouth descending on your neck. He sucks and bites at the sensitive skin, his teeth leaving red marks in their wake.
His hands have a rough exploration, sliding down your skin, pausing just above the waistband of your panties to slide in to the globes of your ass. You stand in your tip toes to lean into him, whimpering at his rough gropes and kneading.
His mouth continues it's path down your neck, his teeth grazing the tops of your covered tits as his hands roughly squeeze and massage your perfect ass.
"Look at you," he growls, "Squirmin' an' I haven't even started."
He pushes your ass up, looking over your shoulder to watch it bounce. His hands slide lower, pulling the elastic of your panties down slightly, "Look at this," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "You're fuckin' soaked through."
And he's right.
You squeeze your thighs, trying to rid that sticky mess thats unbearably uncomfortable. He tuts, delivering a slap to your ass.
"Tryin' to get yourself off, love?" he purrs, his fingers tracing along the edge of your panties.
You can't tell the difference between the onyx color from his pupils, you can hardly look at his eyes when his mouth is right there and his own tits are in your face. God, you want to nibble on those chapped lips, feel those fat biceps squeeze you as his hips snap on the backs of your thighsā€”
He backs you up, his hard cock pressing against you through his jeans, "Y'want it?"
"Yes!" You mewl.
"Thas what I like to 'ear, love," he husks, his fingers playing with the crotch of your panties. "Get that shirt off, wanna see those pretty tits finally."
You squirm, pulling your shirt up and off and throwing it somewhere that doesn't matter right now.
"Perfect," he rasps, his hand reaching up to cup your breast, "These are fuckin' nice,"
You arch, eyes rolling at the nice kneading to your sore flesh of being stuck in a bra all day. To your displeasure, freezing water sprays down your body and your uncomfortable groan bounces off the walls until the water warms up.
He's still fully dressed though, his clothes sticking to his muscular frame, accentuating every hard muscle and scar.
"Shower's a bit shitty," he says, his eyes raking your body. "But we don't 'ave to wait for that to get goin'."
Your panties have disappeared into his pocket, you follow the way his fingers shove it inā€” Your eyes divert to that large bulge behind the zipper.
"I know what y'want," he grunts, his hand moving to the belt and zipper.
Simon pulls down his zipper, the metal teeth parting revealing a black pair of boxers, which does little to hide the already impressive outline of his hard cock nudging up against the waist band.
He pushes his jeans down his thick thighs, his body still clothed in a tight black shirt and underwear drenched in water.
Your saliva glands burn at the sight of his happy trail plunging past the waist band, eyeing that nice size you only got a little feel of on your legā€”
"Want a closer look?" he purrs, his hand slowly palming the base of his covered cock, precum bleeding out from the thin fabric on his thigh.
You make a face at him, your face burning with embarrassment
"What's the matter, love? You shy now?" he says with a smirk, his hand continuing to slowly palm and squeeze, "Y'were all full o' attitude today."
His head tilts mockingly, stroking himself for you, enticing you. Pinch yourself again, this might actually be a dreamā€”
"Go on," he rasps, "Feel me."
You follow a trail of water down to his shirt clinging to his body, his drenched happy trail, and then the outline of his cock.
With one hand, you tug the waist band forward, clenching as he sucks in a breath that makes his abs tense.
He leans forward, his mouth hovering over your ear, "Go on," he husks, "Take it out, love."
He leans back, watching you intently, waiting for you to do as told. Maybe you do like to be told what to do in this context. With your other, you pull him free with your eager hand.
He moans, he fucking moans.
"Thas it, love," he husks out, his voice a little strangled. "Feel me up."
His hands rest on the wall behind you, caging you in. He hips rock into your hand, each stroke of your fist pulling the foreskin back.
"You're so big," you whimper.
Simon lets out a deep, gravelly groan as you speak. It just might be the hottest sound you've ever heard. Right next to the time he was lifting heavy dumbbells, letting all those grunts and growls loose.
He looks down at you, his gaze burning with lust and need, "You want it, baby?" he asks, his hips grinding against your hand harder, "Want this big dick?"
"Want it so bad, Si," you mumbled against his lips, your tongue darting out to lick his teeth.
his mouth claiming yours in a rough, passionate kiss. His tongue immediately tangles with yours, his teeth biting and tugging at your lower lip.
"I know you do," he grunts, his tongue slipping past your lips to slide against yours before speaking again, "You've been eye-fucking me all afternoon, love."
His hands start to wander along your body, mapping your curves with rough caresses,
"You're gonna get it," he husks.
One of his hands moves down to your hip as he moves lower, his mouth following the curve of your throat, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses and bites.
"Want m'cock in that pretty pussy? Or your mouth?"
Where do you fucking think, smart guy?
"In me, inside me, please," you mewl.
His massive paws squeeze your hips to spin you around, planting your hands against the wall.
"Bend over," he growls, his eyes roaming over your body, "'M gonna give you what y'want."
His hands on your hips start to maneuver your body, making you arch your back and hips out.
He runs a hand up your spine, "So pretty," he murmurs as he takes in the sight of your body bent and on display for him.
He steps up behind you, his body flush against your back, his clothes still fucking on and wet and sticking to your body.
"Gonna fill ya up nice n' good," he sucks on his teeth with a low growl, "Been thinkin' o' me all day 'aven't you?"
His hips rock against your ass slowly, his bare cock rubbing on your supple skin.
His hands massage your ass, kneading and squeezing the flesh as you lean on your forearms, moaning as the blunt head notches to your dripping slit.
"Want m'hands all over you," Simon growls against your flesh, his rough palms skimming over your curves, "Mm, relax, yeah? Nice n' easyā€” Yeah, thas a good girl,"
His hips do a slow, deliberate grind, rocking into you to make room for him as he moves his lips along the curve of your shoulder.
There's slow shallow thrusts, working you open until he takes a deep stroke down to the base. Fuck, he's thick all over, heavy even inside your walls. If you had the brain power, you'd reach below and hold his balls.
"You're so damn gorgeous," he husks darkly, his breath hot against your skin, "I wanted this since I first saw you."
He's so intense he's burning a hole through you with his gaze, his hands still exploring your body, worshiping every curve, every dip, every inch of you.
His hands slide down to the front of your thighs, coaxing your legs further apart, opening you up for him.
"I knew I wanted you the moment you walked in," he breathes, "I knew you'd feel amazing under my hands."
Your cheek presses into the shower wall with a strangled moan,
"S'deep,"
Simon growls at your moan and pushes into you with more force, his hands squeezing your ass to yank you back, spearing you over and over on his cock.
"Fuckin' knew you'd feel s'tight an' good,"
His hand presses on your lower tummy, mouth hot and panting against your shoulder blade. He grabs the back of your hand, his fingers threading through yours and pressing it against the wall.
"Take it, takeā€”thisā€”cock,"
You choke out a moan, slumping against the wall, "please, so close, so closeā€”"
"You gonna come f'me, huh?" he asks, his voice raw and breathless.
It's a lovely sound on him.
"Yes, please, wanna come, haven't came this fast beforeā€”" you beg.
He lets out a ragged, possessive growl at your words, his hips piston roughly against your ass, full balls swinging on your clit over and over.
"Come on, pet," he snarls, deft fingers twirling tight circles around your clit.
You whimper loudly, hands sliding down the slick shower walls, hips straining for him as you come hard with a broken mewl.
"That's it, fuckā€”"
He breaks off in a gutteral moan, hips stilling as he spills inside you. Simon catches you as your legs buckle out from under you, scooping you up against his chest to lean you back against the wall.
You don't even know what just happened in the span of 5 minutes. He's panting hard, his heart pounding against your back.
"Fuck," he growls, burying his face in the crook of your neck, "Fuckin' perfect, love,"
You smile lazily back at him, pawing at his shoulders to pull him in a soft languid kiss, his lips claiming yours in soft, sweet caresses. He melts against your touch, the fierce need from earlier receding now that you're sated. He returns your lazy kiss, his hands gently roaming up and down your back.
"Bloody hell," he mutters against your lips, "Fuckin' perfect, woman." He nips at your neck, "'M not done yet."
Looks like he is the cure to your sleeping problem.
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I think I saw you're on s1 of criminal minds soooo baby sweetheart Spencer šŸ„° (u are in for a ride with his plotlines!) If ur writing requests maybe reader and Spencer going on a date? And maybe they're both kinda shy šŸ¤­
short one! hope u like šŸ©· gn!reader. first date w/ spencer. he's so baby sweetheart šŸ’•
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"Was this a bad choice?" Spencer whispers in your ear, barely audible.
You turn away from a Pissarro, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "The painting?"
"No, uhā€”" Spencer casts a sidelong glance at the painting. "I don't think I'd have the authority to criticize even if I did mean the painting. Besides, Pissarro's work is beautiful."
You're beautiful, you want to say.
Somehow, you're still nervous around Spencer. Maybe it's normal considering this is your first date. You'd hoped to have gotten over it by now.
He's just so... unreal.
"I think if anyone had the authority, it'd be you. French artists must've popped up at some point during your research."
"More than you'd expect, actually. We had a case a while back where the killer used blood and turpentine toā€”" Spencer stops, shakes his head. "No. Sorry. That's not appropriate date talk."
You laugh. "I don't mind, Spencer. I know you work for the FBI. It's interesting to hear you talk."
He frowns, that adorable crease in the middle of his forehead resurfacing. You want to kiss it.
"No, I meant coming here," he says. "Was it a mistake? I did some research before I asked you out, and they said that it's important to get to know the person on the first date by talking. But we haven't been talking. But then I know you enjoy museums. And you like silence sometimes because being outside can be overwhelming. So that's why I chose here. Not because I don't want to talk to you. I do, I justā€”"
"I'm sorry to interrupt," you say. "But that's probably the most considerate decision anyone's ever made for me."
"Oh." Spencer tilts his head. "I mean, I don't know how else to go about it."
You know. That's why you like him so much. That's why you're so nervous.
"Do you want to talk?" you ask. "We can go to the cafe and talk."
Spencer sighs. "I don't know. There's a lot of rules to dating, according to the Internet. And Morgan."
"I like looking at paintings with you, even if we don't talk. I'd like doing pretty much anything with you, Spencer."
He ducks his head, scratches his neck. "Really?"
His shyness makes you shy. You bite the inside of your cheek. "Uh-huh."
"I'm overthinking this, aren't I? Hotch tells me that I think myself out of a good thing."
You shrug. "Well, you won't here. I overthink stuff too. It's okay."
Spencer nods and tucks a wayward strand of hair behind his ear. "So you're enjoying this?"
"Yeah. Are you?"
"I am."
And then, jerky and a little awkward, Spencer takes your hand. You hang there for a moment, fingers just barely linked. Then you adjust your grip so you're properly holding hands.
"If my hand gets sweaty, you can let go. I don't mind," Spencer says.
"My hands get sweaty too. I don't care."
He squeezes your hand. "Okay."
You return to the Pissarro. You'd may as well be looking at concrete, though. The only view you'd spend hours on is Spencer Reid.
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milaisreading Ā· 1 year ago
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hi hi hi how are you? i hope you're warm this winter season <3
i saw you were accepting yandere blue lock requests and i wanted to request onešŸ„ŗ:
yandere ness with his sweet/bold gf and kaiser turns yandere for her later on
šŸŒ±šŸ©·: SURE! I hope u like what I wrote and thank u for the request!
Warnings: Reader uses she/her. It's a yandere fic, so please don't read if u don't like those themes. Requests for Yandere Blue Lock are open
āš½ļøBlue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura āš½ļø
"Huh? Who is that?" The 9-year-old (Y/n) asked done of her classmates as they were leaving the school grounds. The two girls next to her turned to look in the direction (Y/n) was looking at, only to find a magenta-eyed boy playing alone in the snow, making some weird circles in the ground.
"That? That's Alexis Ness, he is in the same year as we are. Just a different class. Why do you ask?" A brown-haired girl asked.
"He seems... lonely. Should we go and play with him? It is a sad thing to play alone in the snow."
"What?! No way. (Y/n), he is a weird guy. Everyone stays away from him." A blonde girl said back, surprising the girl.
"Weird? He seems normal." (Y/n) said back as the brunette friend from before shook her head.
"You are way too naive, (Y/n). Trust me when I say he is weird."
"I heard he thinks he is a wizard and looks at some weird curse books. He even asked one of our teachers if our library has spell books." The blonde girl said as (Y/n) tuned them out for a bit.
'Spell books? He likes magic, too?' The girl thought in excitement as she observed the boy more. Suddenly, Ness looked up at her, his eyes widening in surprise. Smiling at his look, (Y/n) raised her hand, waving at him.
"Hii!! You have pretty eyes!" She yelled loudly, surprising not only her two friends, but also Ness. The boy blushed a visible red shade and said something, but nobody understood him since he was way too quiet with his reply.
"What are you doing?" The blonde girl scolded her silently, pulling her on one of her arms.
"He is giving me the creeps. Come on." The brunette girl added in, pushing (Y/n) away while the other dragged her by the arm.
"Hey! Don't be like that, he looks nice. And his eyes are pretty."
Ness watched the three girls leave, his eyes fixated on the (h/c)-colored girl as she repeated the same comment about his eyes. The boy's cheeks turning even redder as she repeated those words.
"My eyes... pretty?" The boy mumbled to himself, his heart hammering against his ribcage. A sense of disappointment hit him as the girl disappeared from his sight.
"As always..." The boy said, going back to playing in the snow. His thoughts were haunted for the rest of the day by the girl.
A week had passed since that incident, and Ness tried to forget about the whole incident. After all, nobody stays with him for too long. Why would that girl have-
"Hi! You are Ness Alexis, right?!" The boy jumped a little, looking up from the snowy ground and at the girl that was talking to him. The boy blushed a little, not used to this kind of attention from anyone, especially from a girl.
'It's her again?!' Ness gulped and slowly nodded his head.
"Y-yeah, that's me. How do you know me?" The boy asked cautiously as (Y/n) crouched down, looking at the small circles Ness drew into the snow.
"My friends remembered your name!" (Y/n) said, smiling at Ness. The boy's face grew even redder, slowly nodding his head.
"Why... why are you talking with me? Everyone finds me weird, you know?" Ness spoke up again which caused the girl to raise an eyebrow.
"Weird? I don't see it. You seem normal to me. What are those circles about?"The girl wondered, pointing at the snow. The boy stayed silent, face red as he mumbled something eventually.
"Huh? What did you say?" (Y/n) blinked, looking up at him in confusion.
"It's... Uhh to summon things." Ness repeated as her eyes widened in surprise.
"Huh? How does that work?"
"Are... are you really interested to hear that?" The boy gulped nervously.
"Yep! Show!" (Y/n) cheered as Ness slowly nodded his head.
And that's how their friendship started. Ness didn't know what exactly he did to make her interested in being his friend, but he wasn't going to complain. He found her curiosity cute, flattering even. Finally someone tried to understand him, unlike his siblings, parents, and kids in school. And although her friends tried to talk (Y/n) put of hanging out with him, she rejected the idea, even stood up for him.
Moments prior....
The classes had ended for the day and Ness went to look for (Y/n) in her classroom, she was always the last one to leave. The boy was in a quite good mood and couldn't wait to show her a new spell book he found.
"I am serious, (Y/n), that guy is weird." Ness stopped as he heard a feminine voice coming out of the girl's classroom. He knew that voice, it was the blonde friend. (Y/n) mentioned the girl's and the other ones name, but he never bothered to remember them. Partially because he felt slightly uncomfortable when her attention wasn't on him.
"He isn't. Please, give him a chance. Ness is really nice." The boy felt his cheeks heat up as he listened more.
'She thinks I am nice...'
"You say that now, but watch him pull something weird soon. Please, we worry about you. Why do you like playing with him?" The brunette friend said.
'What does she mean by that?' Ness was offended now.
"I like him, and he is fun to talk to. You guys don't have to be friends with him, I won't force you. But I won't stop hanging out with him."
Ness felt his cheeks flush once again. Nobody ever did that for him. Nobody ever opted to hang out with him after confronted by others.
"(Y/n)...." Ness mumbled as he felt a strange warm feeling fill up his chest.
Present time...
"Ness! Ness!" The boy jumped a little, startled by (Y/n)'s.
"Y-yes?" The boy wondered, surprised how close she was now.
"Are you alright? I was calling your name for a good minute." She asked in worry, which made the boy all giddy inside.
'She is worried about me!' Ness thought, nodding his head.
"Yeah. I was just thinking about a lesson."
"Oh, ok!" She smiled in relief.
"You wanted to show me something. What was it?"
"Yeah, I found a new spell that I wanted to show you!!"
A few weeks later...
Ness was used to the feeling of sadness, fear and loneliness, but rage? Rage was an emotion he never felt... until he saw (Y/n), his one and only friend get punched in the face. What was worse is that she got punched because of him. A group of boys had started insulting Ness and (Y/n), being as protective of her friends as she was, started arguing with them to stop. The verbal arguments slowly got more intense and in the end (Y/n) got punched. Ness was glued to his spot, eyes wide as his breathing grew heavier. The shock slowly turning into something he never felt before. He felt like destroying something, or rather someone.
"You got quite a big mouth for someone who hangs out with that weirdo over there."
"Don't say that...." (Y/n) glared back while holding her bruised cheek.
"What? You are a loser and he is a weirdo, maybe you two should hang out-"
"Don't say that about him!" (Y/n) yelled back now, punching the boy back. That caused him to fall down.
"He isn't a weirdo, you dumbass!!"
Ness watched in terror as the two started fighting, while the other 2 boys went to get a teacher.
Later that day...
Ness and (Y/n) sat in silence in the nurses office as the woman went to look for some bandages. The boy looked at her bruised face in guilt and anger. How could he not do something? How dare that guy hit her? Were some of the thoughts Ness had in his head. The boy clenched his fists and held back a few tears as he spoke up.
"Why did you do that? Why did you get hurt for me? I am used to those words, you shouldn't have jumped in-"
"You shouldn't be used to that, Ness!" (Y/n) yelled back, glaring at Ness. But, she wasn't mad, she was sad that he was used to it.
"I... I just don't like seeing you like this. You don't deserve it. And I would do this again for you, Ness."
"Ah..." The boy gasped a little as he stared at her with wide eyes. Something... Something definitely shifted in Ness that day.
Years had passed since then and both (Y/n) and Ness grew a lot closer since their elementary school days. During those years, Ness had developed a love for football, and while (Y/n) didn't understand much of it, she supported him in his passion. And while she was developed her own interests in art and fashion,Ness would be the first one to tell her to show her mentors the recent idea she got. Ness dubbed himself her #1 cheerleader, after all.
One thing that came to a surprise to (Y/n) was Ness confessing to and asking her out after he got scouted for Bastard MĆ¼nchen. The boy had worked up a lot of courage that day, and was over the moon that she said yes to him. He worked really hard on not only building up his courage, but also om getting rid of potential love interests of (Y/n). That part wasn't really that hard, now that he thought about it, a few intimidating words with his signature smile were enough to scare people off.
Ness already had planned out their future. (Y/n) will move in with him as soon as he got an apartment, then he will ask her to marry him, and they will live a happily ever after. But... Ness failed to see one person coming into their lives. His name would be Michael Kaiser... Bastard MĆ¼nchen's star striker.
It wasn't until his and Kaiser's first official game with the team that they met, and when they did... Ness was less than happy.
"Goo, Alexis!!! What a great assist!!" The magenta-eyed boy smiled as he heard (Y/n)'s loud voice and he turned to wave at her.
"Nothing but the best for you, (Y/n)!"
Kaiser, who was a few meters away, raised an eyebrow at the boy's words and the kiss he sent her.
"Hm? Who is that, Ness?"
"Huh? That's my girlfriend, (Y/n). She is so sweet and her smile is as beautiful as the sun." Ness sighed dreamily as he waved at her again. Kaiser pretended to puke and he grabbed the back of Ness' shirt.
"Focus on the game, idiot."
"Yes Kaiser, but don't insult me like that."
While most people didn't pay attention to the exchange, (Y/n) did. Her eyes narrowed at the blonde.
After the game had ended, most of the players went to change and take a shower, Ness, Kaiser, and their coach stayed behind for a while, which (Y/n) used as an opportunity to sneak up on Ness.
"Alexis, you did such a great job! I loved every second of it!" The girl cheered as she hugged the boy from behind. Ness blushed madly and turned so that he could hug her instead.
"You think? I was a little nervous in the beginning." Ness chuckled as (Y/n) nodded her head, kissed him on the cheek a few times.
"I couldn't be prouder of you." She smiled, causing the boy to stop and look at her for a moment.
"Really?" He asked with a red face.
"Ye-"
"Can you two stop that? You look so dumb." Kaiser's voice interrupted the two from talking further.
"Uh, Kaiser-"
"And you look like the rejected version of the Beast, what now?" (Y/n) said back, narrowing her eyes at Kaiser. The boy stopped for a moment and turned to look at (Y/n) as Ness tried to calm her down.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me." She rolled her eyes at his act.
"Now, mind your business." (Y/n) gave him a short fake smile and turned her attention back to Ness.
"Oh! I made you some dinner as well, since you told me you didn't eat anything. Come on." She said while pulling him towards the benches.
"A-ah... sure. Thank you, I completely forgot about that one." Ness blushed again. Kaiser was left both confused and shocked by what had happened. Not only did someone act like that towards him, but Ness didn't stop it either.
'(Y/n)... just what is wrong with you?' Kaiser thought as he looked at her for a while. He didn't even notice that he was staring until Ness glared at him.
'Weird... does she mean that much to him?'
For the next few weeks Kaiser spent some of his free time searching for (Y/n) on social media and observing her when she would visit Ness during practice. And every time she would visit, Kaiser would start an argument with her. It didn't even matter what the subject was, the weather, the clothes, the grass, they would argue. Ness would stop the arguments rather quickly, not wanting to get in trouble, but also because he wanted (Y/n)'s attention for himself. He deserved it! Kaiser won't steal those moments from him. He needed to stop whatever Kaiser had planned for (Y/n).
"Can you stop obsessing over my girlfriend, Kaiser. Get yourself another girl to fawn over." Ness asked, or rather demanded from the blonde as they changed in the locker room.
"What are you talking about, Ness? I hate her guts and you know it." Kaiset spit back as Ness sent him a side glare.
"Don't lie to me, Kaiser. I know that look, many guys had that same lovesick look around (Y/n), and all of them failed dating her."
Now, Kaiser wasn't usually the one to be confused, but this statement from Ness really took him by surprise.
"You must be stupid or blind, Ness. I do not like her, you can have her all for yourself. She just pisses me off." Kaiser repeated back with a much harsher tone. The magenta-eyed boy stayed quiet as he finished changing and then slammed the locker shut, surprising Kaiser.
"You better stay away, Kaiser. I won't let anyone get in the way of my happy future with her." Ness sent Kaiser a warning glare and left the room. The blonde stayed silent as he watched Ness leave, feeling even more frustrated now.
"That dumbass, can't he listen? I don't like that thing he calls his girlfriend!" Kaiser gritted his teeth.
"Her and that stupid know it all attitude. That stupid voice and those perfect eyes... and soft hair. The cute frown she makes when talking- What am I saying?!" Kaiser stopped himself as he realized where his thoughts were going. Slapping his cheeks a few times, Kaiser shook his head and continued charging into his clothes.
"I don't like that dumbass. She is just an annoying nobody. Ness can have her for all I care."
The blonde mumbled, trying to ignore the annoyance he felt from the last part.
That encounter happened last week, and Kaiser still to this day couldn't get Ness' words our of his head. Moreover, he couldn't get one particular line out of his memory.
'Can you stop obsessing over my girlfriend, Kaiser.' Repeated in his head whenever he caught himself looking at her pictures for too long, or whenever he found himself thinking of her. It was so weird, and it started affecting him to the point where he nearly injured his ankle. What was it about her that he even obsessed over? Maybe her personality? Or looks? It frustrated him to no end.
'I will end that dumbass once and for all-'
"Here." Kaiser's thoughts got interrupted by the same girl that was plaguing his mind for weeks.
"What is that?" The blonde wondered as he eyed the white container suspiciously.
"It's just some gel that is good to use for your muscles. Alexis said you nearly ruined your ankle the other day." (Y/n) replied back as she held the container in front of him.
"Why? Were you worried for me? I am touched." Kaiser smirked up at her, which made the girl a little angry, but she held herself back from yelling.
"No, I wasn't. I just don't want Alexis' team to lose because their star striker was too Charles's to look out for himself." She bit back.
'Because you idiot won't leave my head!' Kaiser wanted to say, he really wanted to put all the blame on her! But, he just couldn't bring himself to.
'Why?' The blonde wondered. (Y/n) stared at his silent figure, really curious as to what he was thinking, but she kept silent as well.
"Hmm... Alexis is back." She announced as the boy walked out of the locker room.
"Here, take it or leave it. I don't care. And, take care..."
Kaiser was shocked as he heard the soft tone in her voice and the gentle look that she sent him for a few seconds. The blonde looked back on the container that was put on the seat next to him. He hesitated for a moment, but then eventually grabbed it.
"Hmm..." Kaiser mumbled as he held the item and looked where (Y/n) was hugging and kissing with Ness. The blonde tightly grabbed onto it as his breath hitched up and eyes narrowed. What was this rage he was feeling? Kaiser bit his cheek as he kept on staring at the duo and wondered what it would feel like if (Y/n) kissed him like that.
'I wonder what her lips would feel like? Where they as soft as they looked?' Kaiser gulped, a red blush spreading across his face.
'And being so close to that scent of hers...'
Kaiser wanted to get lost more in his thoughts, but was interrupted as Ness opened his eyes and looked back at Kaiser, never breaking the kiss.
'Back off.' He could hear the boy say as he hugged (Y/n) tighter. And, in that moment something snapped in Kaiser. He didn't know what it was, nor did he care. The only thought running in his head was that he needed (Y/n). He needed her to be his. And his only.
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love4culkin Ā· 4 months ago
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texting Leon headcannons!!
me and my friend were talking about this last night so I needed to share them...
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ā˜† I feel like this is the most normal era of him texting??
ā˜† understands slang/phrases that are used to an extent, still gets a little confused sometimes and has to whip our urban dictionary...
ā˜† uses 'u' and 'r' (number letter homophones sorry I'm getting English language A level flashbacks)
ā˜† I feel like he likes to use emojis, not in every single message but he uses ones like ā˜¹ļøšŸ’ŖšŸ˜Š, and then also maybe šŸ«¶ if he's feeling affectionate
ā˜† if you're speaking on a platform where you can react to messages I feel like he heart reacts every message the closer you get, as if to show he's read it by reacting to it (definitely not projecting here oops)
ā˜† probably has you saved as a nickname, inside joke, or a shortened version of your name
RE4 (& any other older Leon tbh)
ā˜† be prepared for lots of 'ok' and 'right'
ā˜† definitely types like this.
ā˜† I feel like he'd type with proper punctuation and grammar??? lots of commas, ends every sentence with a full stop
ā˜† he will 'k' you with no shame at all, probably doesn't realise that it's seen as a negative thing until you jokingly bring it up to him (especially in an age gap relationship w/ older Leon)
ā˜† similarly to the K he will also leave you on seen, once again doesn't really see why it's considered a bad thing to leave someone on seen. "We were finished with the conversation so I didn't need to reply."
ā˜† I'm sorry but I feel like he has your contact saved as your full government name
ā˜† seen this headcannon around and its funny but yeah he's definitely a dry texter, probably doesn't realise it though oops
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