#could this have been averted by. yk. actually doing my work?

[montied]

i should be lying in bed thinking about go2 NOT this goddamn english oral

[tkaulitzlvr]

Hii! Could you please maybe do one of where the reader and Tom are like on a break from each other, and the reader and him end up being at the same party and he gets all touchy with this girl and the reader gets jealous and she ends up making out with this guy out in the crowd and Tom sees and gets jealous and ends up beating the guy up and the reader and him get into a heated argument in the car on the way to his place and he ends up doing yk as soon as they get there but in a angry way 👀

(sry Im really bad at explaining. And if you cant do it I totally understand, plus your writing is AMAZING, like seriously I appreciate all the time and effort you put into your writing I could never 😭)

BELONG TO YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you and tom had decided to take a break from your relationship a few weeks back, and you hadn’t seen him until now, at some random party, flirting with another girl. you want payback, but tom notices straight away, acting on his jealousy.

content: angst & smut

a/n: this is such a good idea omgg these types of fics are my fav to read and write. this took me three days omg i made this like unnecessarily long & detailed sorry about that.😭 thank you so much for the request and ur kind words anon!! 💞 also this clip is so hot like hello rail me pls.

my eyes burn into his figure from across the room, fingers clutching the plastic cup in my hand so hard that the material begins to crumple, though i don’t care. i am far too immersed in the interaction taking place in front of my eyes, watching the way he places a hand on her thigh, whispering things into her ear with that same playful smirk i had seen too many times, completely oblivious to the fact that i am here, seething with rage at the sight. god knows how long i had been watching the pair for, time had seemed to stop altogether the second my eyes landed on him, all i know is that i am getting closer and closer to losing my sanity.

it didn’t matter that i was a considerable distance away. i noticed everything - the way his tongue poked out of his mouth and repeatedly brushed against his lip piercing, the lingering touches which, though failing to reach the cleavage spilling out of her tight dress, were pretty close to getting there - too close. not that it matters too much that his hands hadn’t reached the most intimate parts yet: his eyes were already doing the work for him, staring so intently at her overtly prominent chest that he should’ve made physical contact with them and put me out of my misery, tearing away the only remnant of hope i had left - hope that he wouldn’t stoop so low and give himself to the first girl that he saw.

though i know that my expectations are way too high for someone like tom. he hadn’t cheated whilst we were in the relationship, but outside of it, he couldn’t help himself. and, even though we hadn’t actually broken up, ‘giving each other some space’ as he called it, it seems that his morals haven’t at all changed, and i am the last thing on his mind - my chest heaving up and down in utter rage as his hand travels suggestively further and further upwards, fingers dipping underneath her dress slightly. that was it. admittedly tipsy, i strut toward him, stopping just a few feet away from him, now in front of a semi-attractive guy who seems to avert his gaze to me almost instantly. i don’t even have to look in tom’s direction to know that he has spotted me, i can feel his eyes on me, burning intently into my figure.

indirectly aiming to maintain tom’s attention as i soak it all in, i go that extra step further, whispering a small ‘hi’ in the boy’s ear, making sure to flutter my eyelashes, noticing the way a subtle smirk etches upon his soft lips. my hands trail aimlessly up and down his chest, his own slipping to rest comfortably against my lower back, the words ‘you’re cute’ falling from my lips, smooth as silk. it didn’t matter if i meant them or not, i am not looking for a conversation, and i think he knows that too, our intentions pretty much mutual. tom doesn’t have to know that though.

all he has to know is that two can play at whatever game he thinks he has started. though the second he spotted me with whoever had his hands roaming my body, he had stopped playing, no longer finding the small blonde beside him as interesting as he did five minutes ago. i am more than willing to carry it on, messily colliding my lips with the stranger’s, the kiss sloppy and heated - everything that i want it to be. my tongue finds its way inside his mouth, deepening the kiss even more, my hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers raking through his soft brunette curls. his own hands travel further downwards, cupping my ass and using it to bring our bodies closer together, the kiss soon becoming more heated than it was before, fuelled by the alcohol in my system and the jealousy i felt, somehow trading it all in for intense anger, eager for tom to feel the way i had just a few moments ago.

‘you wanna get out of here gorgeous?’

his voice is low as it vibrates through my lips, his words slightly muffled, thanks to both the almost deafening music reverberating through my ears, and the close proximity between us. knowing that i wouldn’t think of doing anything more with this guy, i still nod my head slowly, purely to intensify tom’s jealousy, sensing his presence slightly closer than it was before, somehow easily identifiable through the crowd.

the guy smiles against my lips, kissing me roughly once again, though this one is much shorter than the last - not because either of us want it to be. he is harshly pushed away from me, my eyes opening in a mix of confusion and shock, frantically scanning the room for any clue on what had just happened, the answer becoming crystal clear as i spot tom inches away from him, hands balled into fists against the stranger’s chest.

a small crowd begins to accumulate, my hands pushing through desperately, scrambling my way to the front, the entire thing escalating impossibly fast, tom’s fist colliding with the boy’s cheek with such force he stumbles backward, body slamming against the wall harshly. but that isn’t enough for tom. he continues to land strong punches to his face, the guy finding some strength to fight back, though they are completely pointless, having little effect on tom. after a few harsh blows, the boy is defenceless, lip swollen with blood trickling just below it, a large red mark printed across his cheek.

my fast steps make their way over to tom, who is clearly just as angry as he was before he had beat the shit out of that poor guy, his cold expression failing to waver even when i grab his shoulder, turning him to face me in one swift motion.

“what the fuck? have you lost your fucking mind?” i shout over the loud music, noticing that the people seeking entertainment from the ordeal had returned back to their own company, all immersed in random conversations, or making out with someone they had never met before - not that i was in any position to judge, i had done the exact same thing moments ago.

“have you?” he shoots back, voice a level louder than mine, oozing with rage, carrying thousands of harsh words yet to be spoken.

“take a look at the guy with the fucked up face thanks to you, then think about asking me that question again! what the fuck is wrong with you?” i question, eyebrows knitting together, wondering how he can dare to turn this on me, ignoring the fact that he has just left someone with a bloody nose, seemingly unfazed by it. his eyes scan mine, narrowed slightly, a few wrinkles lining along his forehead as he does so. i hadn’t seen those eyes in so long and, despite the indisputable fury within them, it is impossible to deny how much i had missed them, regardless of the circumstances.

“we aren’t doing this here, not in front of this crowd.” he shakes his head forcefully, grabbing my hand and attempting to lead me away from it all, my body hesitant to do so.

“why? i’m not leaving.” i state confidently. he tilts his head to the side, mouth falling open slightly, his eyes squeezing shut as he appears to be in a fight with his own mind, clearly contemplating something, the decision seemingly difficult to make.

“well i am.” he replies, shaking his head slowly, turning around to walk away.

“what the fuck? are you serious?” i ramble, chasing after him shamelessly, not yet aware of how humiliating it is that he has me wrapped around his finger. my hands clutch at his jacket, wrapping firmly around the material as i pull him backwards, just before his hand reaches to clasp the door handle.

“you don’t seem to care about us anymore.” he shrugs, expression fixed, though despite the hostility it shows upfront, i can sense the sadness behind it. “so why the fuck should i?”

he shakes his head at my silence, looking for something, anything, that hints to a response, no matter how small and totally ridiculous. i stay quiet, in total disbelief of his ability to manipulate this whole situation, somehow attempting to put me at fault, as if he hadn’t had his hands all over that girl. he doesn’t seem to care about his own mistakes, focusing purely on my actions, choosing to act as a saint despite knowing deep down he is far from being one. it is this realisation that prompts him to turn around once again, his back to me as he tugs the door open, walking through it without looking back. yet i refuse to let it end like that, hurriedly following him, not considering the consequences.

“what are you talking about? seriously, instead of being such a pussy and walking away, fucking talk to me!” i demand as he momentarily stops in his tracks, eyes glued on my own, his jaw clenched. i no longer need to raise my voice, the music drowning itself out, but that doesn’t stop me, the volume of my words far louder than they need to be.

he reaches his car, hands moving into the pocket of his baggy jeans as they scramble for his keys, pulling them out without a word, though i still have plenty to say. “i’m talking to you!”

finally, he turns to face me, expression still harsh; not giving away anything that he truly wants to say. for some strange reason, he seems to hold back, restraining his mouth from acting out ahead of his mind, this unexpected, especially considering just minutes ago he hadn’t restricted himself from making particularly rash decisions, the smear of blood on his knuckle concrete proof of this.

“what, are you deaf, hm? my words not registering up there? i’m speaking to you, answer me!” i know exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to make him crack, and, once again, i do so with some success. he briefly hesitates, letting out a heavy sigh, seemingly reaching his breaking point as his mouth opens, ready to pour out the thousands of emotions he has kept in thus far.

“some fucking break this is.” he mutters, shaking his head slowly, his hand clutching the car keys with such strength his knuckles begin to turn white. “i say that we need some space and then catch you with some random guy’s tongue down your fucking throat. really seems like you missed me.”

not waiting for me to respond, he opens the car door, climbing into the driver’s seat hurriedly. i don’t know what compels me to follow him, perhaps it is my desire to find answers, possibly i am eager to continue this argument, or maybe i just missed him: his voice, his presence, everything about him somehow being exactly what i need. whatever it is, i am far too lost within him to care, my body acting ahead of my mind as i enter the passenger side, tom’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion. he doesn’t object though, clearly needing me as much as i do him, a brief look of relief taking over his expression, silently wishing that i would give in since the argument began despite his initial standoffish-ness, thankful that i have.

“don’t act like you’re all fucking innocent! the only reason i did all that was because i saw you with that slut! you clearly don’t love me anymore, not with the way you looked at her!” each word pierces him right in the chest, the daunting realisation of what he has done hitting him faster than ever. but it is the confession that i think his love for me has diminished that strikes him the most, his face softening when i utter those words. despite this, his voice is still harsh, volume meeting my own.

“don’t be ridiculous. you know she meant nothing.” he states, this apparently sufficient reassurance for his actions, the car silent for a moment as he starts it, hands on the steering wheel. i don’t know where he is going, far too frustrated to even care, wanting nothing more than to carry on this argument, in no position to let him off the hook.

“do i?” i scoff, face harshly turning to him. “i don’t see you for two weeks, and when i do, your hands are all up on some girl. the fuck am i supposed to do with that?”

his hands forcefully clutching the wheel, jaw clenched as he looks ahead, i know that he hears every word i say, processing them with ease, yet he stays quiet for a second, an uncomfortable silence in place of the harshness of my utterance, making the words ten times harder to digest. he knows that i am right, that it would be hypocritical for him to be mad at me right now, but that doesn’t stop him from being angry. in fact, his stubbornness only increases despite the realisation that he is just as guilty as i am, if not more.

“what was i supposed to do, hm? i didn’t have you, i just-” he trails off, a heavy sigh leaving his parted lips, head moving backwards to rest against the back of the seat, one hand coming upward to rest on the bridge of his nose. though the hesitation suggests otherwise, he knows exactly what he wants to say, but he can’t bring himself to utter the phrase, perhaps out of shame, or reluctance to admit how he truly feels. whatever it is that holds him back, i am no longer interested in his skepticism, wanting clear answers, not the mixed signals that i am receiving.

“what? you just what? stop being so fucking weird and just talk.” i order, turning in his direction, eyes burning into his features regardless of his hesitance to do so, strangely scared to look in my eyes.

“fuck…” he begins, exhaling shakily, almost preparing himself for the effect that his words are bound to have. “i missed you, okay? i missed you, and i didn’t know what else to fucking do.”

“don’t be stupid. i know that’s bullshit, and so do you. be honest with me, have you fucked someone else? since we went on whatever you want to call this weird distance between us.” i know that i shouldn’t have asked such a stupid question, the answer bound to disappoint me. for some strange reason, i want to hear him say the words, to make me realise that i’m not as important to him as i thought, that in reality, he can find someone prettier within a heartbeat. because the false hope that i continue to hold onto doesn’t seem to fade, even after watching him with his hands all over another girl.

“of course i fucking haven’t.” he scoffs, shaking his head as his face twists in anger, shocked that i would even ask such a question, the thought completely unheard of, apparently. “what, you really think i care that little? your expectations of me really that low?”

“you expect them to be high after i see you acting like that with her? you’re unbelievable.” i state, briefly looking over at him, his eyes fixated on the road, though i notice the quick glances he throws my way, assessing my expression, not giving the impression that he is going to apologise anytime soon.

“you know what? pull over, this was a mistake. we should’ve just stayed away from each other.” i say, turning to look at him, my hand moving to the door handle, desperate to get out of the situation, soon realising that we are never going to come to a solution, instead the back and fourth of our arguing will only continue until it becomes out of hand, unless i put a stop to it now.

he refuses to stop, the pressure his foot applies to the gas only seeming to increase, the speed of the car getting faster, making it pretty clear that he doesn’t plan on letting me leave.

“i’m not letting you go, not when it’s this dark out. you should know that i care about you too much to do that. i want to talk about this.” he replies, his voice assertive yet calm, the desperation behind it more evident than ever. the surroundings soon become familiar, having travelled along this road thousands of times, it would be impossible to not recognise it. countless times i had seen the same houses, same trees, same buildings either side of the road, each small detail reminding me of how much i had become used to this area, able to distinguish it much easier than i realise. the familiar house comes into view, it’s four walls holding more memories than any place i had ever been. thousands of nights of passion, mornings of lazy affection, afternoons spent simply enjoying each other’s company spent here, each one unforgettable - to me, at least.

but the comfort it brings me isn’t enough to make me forget about the situation, instead it makes me resent it even more. “why am i here? you want to ridicule me even more, yell at me for kissing that guy some more, rub it in my face that you had your hands on her-”

“you’re here because i want to you be. please can we talk about this? instead of being so fucking stubborn, just let me talk, for once.” he interrupts, confessing his feelings as they spill freely from his lips, eyes finally brave enough to look into my own.

“why should i?” i scoff, stepping out of the car as he does the same, hurriedly catching up to me, my steps towards the front door heavy and fast. his hands fumble with the keys, swiftly unlocking the door and opening it for me to step inside, all whilst i continue to ramble on, a mix of upset and anger sounding from my lips. “you have your hands all over her, and when i do the same thing, you don’t like it? and then you say you did it because you miss me? you’re the most frustrating person i’ve ever met, you know that? nothing is ever simple with you. you mess with my fucking head, and you don’t even care! why? why do you have to make me so-”

as much as i want to continue the sudden burst of rage, eager to show tom the frustration i feel right now, my words are abruptly cut off by a soft pair of lips, the harshness of them mirroring the venom within my tone, silencing my rushed speech in a way too tempting for me to dream of refusing. without thinking, i quickly kiss back, soon reflecting the hunger that tom displays as his lips move against mine, hands moving to my waist to pull me closer, my own behind his neck, his black braids tangled between my fingers.

“you drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” he breathes out between kisses, my mind too lost within the moment to even respond, his words barely registering. “so stubborn, but fuck, i need you, can’t live without you...”

i moan against his lips in response, deciding that actions speak far louder than words, channeling all the built up frustration into the kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue to slip inside my mouth, my own entering his. the process of his arms hoisting me upwards, legs wrapping around his torso roughly and walking sloppily into the living room, our lips never parting is all a blur, my back ending up flat against the couch, tom’s body situated in between my legs, hovering over me. it didn’t matter that five minutes ago i could’ve punched his face. truthfully, i could do the same right now. however i decide to exercise my anger in the most pleasurable way possible, figuring that if he is trying to apologise, this is a pretty damn good way of earning my forgiveness - the silent promise of feeling him inside me meaning i’d probably accept whatever half-hearted attempt he put together to make amends, if it meant that we could get to the point faster.

my hair is disheveled, lipstick smudged, traces of the deep red now present on tom’s lips, proving just how desperate the both of us are - whether i am willing to admit it or not. his hand travels upwards, fingers grazing the soft skin covered by my hair, eventually making contact with the zipper of my dress and carefully tugging it downwards, despite his kisses being anything but. it is so wrong, knowing that he has entertained someone else not even an hour ago and he is touching me now, but it feels so right, against all of my morals, every part of me willing to make my body his and his only. my mind silently thanks whatever higher presence up there for gracing me with tom, though the things that we are doing forbid us from ever reaching heaven, not that it matters, because the feeling of his lips against mine is pretty damn close to it.

“fuck- i love you so much baby, so much…” he trails off, pulling away momentarily to allow his hands to take my dress, sliding the material down my body, exposing it all inch by inch until the soft cotton is bunched at my knees. his lips are curved into a small smirk, so subtle it is almost unnoticeable, though once his eyes flick between my face and now bare figure, i know that it is real - his being in some sort of trance as it rests above me, giving away his silent admiration. eyes twinkling as they take in my curves, perfectly defined, adorned with smooth skin, begging to be touched by his calloused hands which now reach outwards from his sides, giving into the temptation.

he is careful, despite the look on his face suggesting that he wants to be everything but. he desperately tries to hold on to the gentleness, hesitant to spoil moment of passionate bliss that resumes as his hands continue to run along my stomach, moving further and further upward. but deep down, he wants to ruin me, to give up the sweet act that he is putting on, and i want it just as bad - each second that he continues to be tender, his actions restricted and mild, slowly tortures me.

“why are you holding back?” i breathe out, eyes locked on his hands as they finally make contact with my breasts, moulding the flesh into his palms. i can sense the way he pauses slightly, refraining from applying any pressure, instead maintaining his steady movements, gaze locked on my breasts as he drinks in the view, mesmerised by the sight as if he hadn’t seen it a hundred times over.

“we don’t have to rush, i want to be gentle-” he speaks, voice slow and soft, though i have passed the point of caring about taking our time, the concept of it long gone. because i could spend an eternity like this, completely connected with him, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“be gentle tomorrow.” i interrupt him, eyes flickering to his lips, wanting nothing more than to feel them against my own once again, tired of his accidental teasing.

his eyes meet my own, the lust within them taking over, my words barely considered as he acknowledges them immediately, capturing my lips in a kiss. it is rough, lacking that hesitance he showed moments ago, because now he has my permission, he no longer cares about being gentle, able to act out on his desires the way he needs to.

with a simple tug, he takes down his jeans, discarding the denim somewhere on the floor, far too focused on my exposed body in front of him to care where. if his demeanour didn’t give away his desperation, the bulge in his boxers said enough, his length brushing against my leg through the material as his head dips downward once again, reconnecting our lips in another heated kiss. i shift my hips slightly, mouth falling open once his dick brushes against my clit through my panties, the sensation, though only slight, enough to restrain my ability to kiss back.

he quickly senses this, hands moving to my panties, fingers hooking under the material, slowly raking them downwards, letting the lace pool at my feet. his arms lift upwards once my fingers make contact with the hem of his t-shirt, making it easier for me to remove the heavy fabric. i sit upwards, face inches away from his own, lips ghosting over each other’s whilst i pull the t-shirt upwards and over his head, releasing it onto the floor.

within seconds, his boxers are lost somewhere on the floor, joining the piles of clothes scattered around the room. his dick presses against his lower abdomen, the sight only making the aching between my thighs intensify, just about ready to get on my knees and beg, if he doesn’t put me out of my misery in the next few seconds.

and he does - just not in the way that i want him to. instead, his lips move downward at an agonisingly slow pace, eyes never leaving my own, even when he begins to place open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, his teeth grazing over the skin ever so slightly, though the sensation is enough for small whines to leave my lips, hands reaching for his head, fingers running over the rough bumps of his braids.

“shit- you’re so beautiful, so pretty schatz…” he praises between kisses, hands coming upward to pry my legs apart as they instinctively clench together at the pleasure. if it weren’t for his body in between them, they probably would’ve closed completely, not that tom would ever complain about being in such a position - especially not now when he had been without it for so long.

“please…” i whine, back arching slightly off of the couch, his teasing movements no longer enough. i need one thing, and he knows exactly what that is, his desires mirroring my own.

“shhhh. i know baby, i know.” he coos, head finally moving from my stomach as his whole body shifts upward, his forehead now resting against my own, lips placing small kisses all over my face, attempting to distract me from the feeling of his tip aligning with my entrance. he is foolish to think that anything could divert my attention from this sensation - i have been waiting for it for so long that it is the only thing on my mind, mouth falling open once it finally becomes a reality.

his lips curve into a smug smile at my reaction, watching the way my face contorts when he pushes inside of me, his length stretching out my walls as they clench around him. my mind is hazy, tuning out everything else around me, nothing else seeming to matter once i have gotten what i want. sure, thirty minutes ago i resented him, wanting nothing more than to hurl words of irritation at him until my throat turned hoarse, but it seems that i’ll be reaching the same conclusion anyways - the way his cock slowly thrusts in and out of me eliciting moans from me that are bound to leave my vocal chords sore. this doesn’t stop me from vocalising my pleasure though, inaudible whines not far from screams leaving my parted lips once he speeds up his pace a little.

“that’s it baby, let me hear those pretty sounds. show me how much you missed me, mhm?” he grunts, his own mouth hanging open a little as his hips continue to grind against my own, knowing exactly how to move, paying close attention to when my noises would become particularly loud, angling himself to elicit those same sounds from my lips, eyes squeezing shut whenever i do so.

somehow he hadn’t reprimanded me for when i would squirm a little, back arching ever so slightly, legs closing tighter and tighter around him. instead, his eyebrows would furrow when i do so, my movements drawing him deeper inside of me, so deep that i swear i can feel him in my stomach. even if he had scolded me, reminding me to be good, to behave myself as this is what i wanted, he knows that his words won’t stop me from acting out, especially when i know he is too lost in his own pleasure to even consider halting his movements - my climax guaranteed regardless of how much i irritate him so, why not misbehave a little?

“fuck- stay still.” he finally orders once i squeeze my legs around his waist one too many times, my hips lifting instinctively from the couch. his hands firmly place them downwards, fingers digging into the skin ever so slightly, providing just the right amount of pain to make me go close to insane, a moaning mess beneath him. he starts to circle his hips swiftly, his dick moving in and out of me at a different angle, and god, that’s all it takes. that is all i need for my mouth to fall open in a silent scream, quickly acknowledging that his tip no longer brushes weakly against that sensitive spot inside me, it hits the flesh directly.

if i had the ability to speak, i would be encouraging, no, begging him to carry on, to keep his movements going, his cock hitting every spot inside of me that causes me to moan that little bit louder, legs to squeeze around him just a little tighter. but he is perfectly aware of the effect he has on me, knowing the reaction that he elicits out of me is one of unmatched bliss, so he keeps going, much to my relief. through the small part of my vision that isn’t overtaken by the tears that soon begin to cover my eyes, i study tom’s face, his expression causing the already prominent knot in my stomach to tighten even further.

if the pleasure he brings me isn’t enough, the evidence of his own tips me over the edge - his eyebrows knitted together, sweat lining his forehead as he moves in and out of me, mouth open with his tongue occasionally swiping across his bottom lip. he stays relatively quiet, though i know exactly how to elicit small sounds out of him, noticing the way deep groans sound from the back of his throat when i clench around him, almost inaudible words of encouragement that follow his moans prompting me to repeat my actions, noticing the way he twitches inside me as i do so.

“gonna cum, c’mon baby, cum with me.” he prompts, bending downwards to plant quick kisses onto my lips, his thrusts now slow and deep, pushing me over the edge as i manage to nod my head, hands reaching to clutch his biceps. my nails dig into the skin once i feel his hot cum shoot inside of me, an elongated ‘ohhhh’ leaving his lips as he throws his head backward, hips lazily rocking back and forth at an irregular pace, one final thrust being all it takes for the knot in my stomach to quickly unravel.

my eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as a high-pitched moan escapes it, back lifting upward off of the couch once his pointer finger reaches to make contact with my clit, rubbing slow circles over it as my release washes over me. he continues to move in and out of me, fucking his seed further into me, his heavy breathing sounding through the silent room. he collapses on top of me, not bothering to pull out just yet, instead using the little energy he has left to softly run his fingers up and down my arm in an attempt to slow my rapid breathing, taking notice of the way my entire body trembles slightly.

“you okay schatz?” he mutters, his low voice vibrating against my bare skin, lips inches away from my breasts as his head rests in between them, placing a lazy kiss there. i mutter a small ‘mhm’, noticing the strain that the small utterance places on my throat, silently cursing myself for being so vocal, though deep down i know that i don’t really regret it, the sex warranting every sound i let spill from my lips.

“you still angry?” he asks, the soft smile that graces upon his lips telling me that he knows the answer to his question before i even open my mouth. he chuckles lowly, squeezing my waist and moving closer, intertwining our legs together, our bodies tangled as we lay on the couch.

“depends if you plan on touching someone like you did that girl again.” i shrug, honestly still a little frustrated at what i had witnessed, the thought making me seethe with jealousy. even after i had tom inside of me just moments ago, the small amount of satisfaction it brings me isn’t enough, wishing that i could somehow go back in time and stop the entire thing from ever happening, realising that my life would be better without knowing he had entertained someone else, even for a few minutes.

“what girl?” he grins, beginning to place sloppy kisses on my neck, hands running up and down my waist. he knows exactly what i am talking about, continuing to sweet talk me, all whilst his lips continue to work against my neck, tongue running soothingly over the skin after his teeth nip against it. “the only girl i want to touch is you, baby.”

“you know what girl.” i breathe out, trying to continue the conversation, my head tilting backwards to give him more access, failing miserably to maintain my composure as his kisses hold me under his trance, getting me just as worked up as i had been ten minutes ago, before he had pleasured me.

“hmm, i don’t care about her.” he mutters against me, his voice vibrating above my chest, sending chills through my body, the feeling soon soothed when he moves on top of me once again, trailing the suggestive kisses lower and lower, hovering just above my breasts. his eyes are half-lidded, filled with tired lust as they peer innocently at me, the intent behind them crystal clear as they darken just before his mouth opens, his voice low. “why would i? just want you beautiful. need you all to myself…”

tired moans leave his lips as they continue to work against me, leaving no part untouched, his kisses becoming slow and sloppy. though he doesn’t show any intention of stopping, muttering small compliments in between kisses. ‘so beautiful.’ he mumbles, taking the skin between my breasts and slowly sucking on it, teeth digging in momentarily, soon pulling away once he is satisfied with the small bruise left in place of his soft lips. ‘love you so much.’ he whispers just before his tongue swipes over an existing mark, head tilting to the side to press open-mouthed kisses just below it. “shit- so fucking perfect.’ he mutters, lips hovering above my breast for a few seconds, breath fanning over it, watching the way my chest falls up and down, anticipating his touch. ‘meine schatz, all yours.’ he murmurs, taking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, his free hand kneading the flesh of my thigh, slowly continuing to work against me, noticing the way my whines become lazy and restricted.

he looks upward briefly, my own eyes on the verge of closing, completely exhausted, entire body aching as it manages to calm down, no longer trembling the way it was moments ago. his hands reach upwards, fingers threading through my hair, removing any knots within it. his own eyes struggle to stay open, yet he forces them to, holding back on falling asleep until he knows that i have, instead resuming his fingers’ slow movements through my hair, paying close attention to my breathing pattern, humming in satisfaction once it becomes slow and shallow, signalling that i have finally let exhaustion take over. even when he falls asleep, he refuses to reduce his hold on me, bodies tangled together as we are finally at peace, belonging to each other once again.

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i have an idea/request!

could be series worthy, who knows

but basically, if you’ve watched purple hearts on netflix, i’m kind of thinking about type of storyline where g!p nat is (kind of) in luke’s position and y/n in cassie’s position (both of the character’s backstory can be changed) but yk, i was just thinking about military!natty and how hot she would look wearing a military uniform 😋

HEART TO HEART

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2168

WARNINGS: angst, small smut near the end, fluff, Nat is in the military, mentions of death, arranged marriage, money problems, miscommunications, think that’s all!

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Look, I don’t understand why you care so much, we both knew this day would come and besides, this was supposed to be an arranged marriage, we aren’t meant to actually fall in love.” Nat argued, turning to look at your saddened state with guilt hidden in her features. The two of you had only known each other for a few months after you had gotten married. Neither of you had wanted to, but your parents made sure that you both knew it was needed.

She was going into the military, a dream of hers since she was a little girl watching action movies with her dad. She had been struggling with finances for years, and so was her family. And in hopes of caring for both herself and her loved ones, she needed the benefits of joining the army, but that was only achievable with marriage.

You had come from a well-financed family, but that didn’t mean they were willing to hand you money whenever you asked. While trying to reach your goal of becoming a singer and songwriter, it had cost you loads of checks with no return. You were barely making it by every week with your part-time job and needed money quickly. Your parents offered a suggestion, and at first, you thought it may be a good idea, that was until now.

It would be a platonic marriage and once it was no longer needed, you’d depart with a divorce signing, a possibility of remaining friends or forgetting each other’s existence. But it didn’t go as planned, you felt wrong for trying to go on dates or sleep with others, and you’d dream of your wife on the regular. It wasn’t hard to fall for her, she was a respectful woman with dreams of meeting another similar to her and becoming a family man. Not to mention her beauty was beyond imaginable, you were star-struck the moment you laid eyes on her.

“You think I don’t know that, Nat? Do you think I wanted this? To fall in love with you when I’m not supposed to even sleep in the same bed as you?” While the suit she wore made her look even more attractive, it only pained you to know she’d be wearing that as she left to risk her life for the ones who didn’t even know of her name.

“I can’t help how I feel, Natasha. I know this is your dream and I love that for you, I do. But, I- I just don’t want to lose you, I don’t think I could handle it.” She sighed and averted her eyes to the wooden floor, quiet sniffles being heard from your end. You suddenly felt arms being wrapped around your body in an attempt at a hug and you graciously accepted it, knowing whose warmth it was.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” She whispered into your shoulder as her hat poked your head. Truth be told, you weren’t the only one feeling this way. She had tried hiding it in hopes you wouldn’t pick up on it, and you didn’t, you were too busy worrying about your own feelings that you hadn’t even considered hers.

She was hoping that this marriage wouldn’t have to end or else she’d have to learn to live without you again. She hadn’t feared the thought of death before you came into her life, now she feared losing you more than anything.

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no, don’t apologize, Y/N. I understand, okay? I’m not mad at you, I could never be.” She interrupted, mumbling her sweet words into your neck. She was able to catch a small whiff of your perfume, and she could suddenly remember the time you begged her to take you to the store and help you pick out a new fragrance. After nearly an hour of searching, she chose this one, and you had worn it every day since.

“I don’t think I’d be able to handle hearing that you…that you died without getting to tell you how I truly feel.” She nodded, letting you continue on. Her heart felt like it was ripping when you stuttered over your words, your weakness on display. You were never one to show it, but you couldn’t stop the shake in your voice or the tears on your cheeks.

“I know, baby, I know.” The name brought a small crack of a smile to your lips, but it soon faded when you were brought back to the remembrance of where you were. She was set to leave in less than an hour, and you didn’t know if this would be your last hour with her.

“I- I need to go, I’m going to be late if I don’t leave.” You quickly rushed to tighten your hands around her when feeling hers start to loosen.

“No, no, no, please. Please don’t leave me here, Natty.” She wanted more than nothing to listen to you and stay, but her hopes and dreams were coming into play and so were the lives of many, she couldn’t ruin this opportunity.

“I have to, Y/N, I don’t have a choice.” You understood, you did, but your heart and mind were at a battle. Your mind was telling you to force her to stay, live your life happily and tell her how you feel, but your heart was telling you to let her go, that you were being selfish trying to ruin her dreams when she only supported yours. You always told her to follow her heart, and you knew you had to take your own advice.

“I know, I know you don’t. God, I- I’m sorry, I just- I don’t think I can see my life without you now. All I see when I look into the future is you, and I don’t want to lose you, I can’t. I really can’t, Nat.” She wanted to tell you everything, that she felt the same, but there was no time. If she didn’t leave she’d risk everything, she’d risk her job that she went through so much mental and physical pain to have.

“I love you, lyubov moya. (my love)” That was the last time you heard her voice in what felt like years. You weren’t able to handle the pain of living in the house that carried so many memories in it, so you made the tough decision to move out. The house was still in her name, and you continued to pay for as many bills as it required, even while still struggling to pay for your own.

It took eight months and twenty-six days before Nat was able to return, she counted each day. You were on her mind the entire time. When she had gotten badly hurt on a mission, the unbearable pain causing her to wish for death, she thought of you. She thought of everything you had together, how she wouldn’t be able to confess if she didn’t make it.

At the same time, she worried you moved on, found someone new and started a life with them that she would only be able to dream of having. Would you be able to move on this quickly? She knew that if you truly did love her as much as you said, you wouldn’t be able to, and she didn’t want you to. But another part of her wished you would, she wanted you to find peace and happiness, and she feared she wouldn’t be able to give you that.

Every day that she could, she’d write you letters. She wasn’t able to call or text you as she was told, so she’d pick up a pen and write paragraphs on end about how much she missed you. She could only hope you read or even received them.

She came home today, and hearing the complete silence in her home brought tears of anguish. All she wanted was to be greeted by you, but she was guessing you had left her, maybe even for good. There was a pile of sealed letters on the doorstep and she realized they were the ones she sent without knowing of your new address. She felt ashamed, embarrassed to have sent all of those with the thought that you’d read them and realize she still thought of you every damn day. But you didn’t know, you were left clueless to her love. She needed to change that.

You heard a knock on your apartment door as you finished brushing your teeth and were about to grab a glass of water. You furrowed your brows in confusion before slowly walking to the door, you never had guests, especially at this hour. You looked through the peephole and stepped back at what you saw, or who you saw.

Nat heard a rushing of locks unlocking and smiled to herself, you knew she was home. You opened the door and hurriedly let your arms wrap around her in a hug, finally feeling her warm embrace after so long. The emptiness in your heart was slowly being filled the longer you held onto her.

“Hello, detka. (baby)” Her eyelids squeezed shut as her arms held the same tightness around your body as yours did to her, she was too afraid to let you go.

“When did you get home?” She finally leaned back, resting her forehead against yours gently as her hand moved to cup your cheek.

“Just a few hours ago, you were the first person I wanted to see.” You smiled before your eyes drifted to notice the cardboard box sitting on the ground next to her. She looked in that direction and chuckled to herself before explaining.

“I wrote to you every day that I could. I didn’t know you moved so I sent them to the house, I thought I’d bring them in case you, I don’t know, wanted to look at them or something.” She hesitantly spoke, fear of rejection scorching through her. She didn’t know why she was so afraid, it was you, after all, and she didn’t fear anything when she was with you.

“Oh, Nat, I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.” She shushed you and moved her other hand to your face, cupping both of your cheeks and having you look at her.

“Shh, don’t apologize, I’m not upset with you. If anything, I’m more upset with myself.”

“You did nothing wrong, nothing at all.” She looked down suddenly, shuffling her feet nervously.

“I’m sorry for leaving that day. I wanted to stay, I wanted to tell you everything, and I wish I did. That’s why I wrote all these letters in hope that you’d realize I feel the same. I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in this world, and I think I always have.” She was swapping her gaze between your eyes and lips, and you knew that if you didn’t make the move, she never would. So, you leaned in closer, letting your mouth press into hers as you sank into the feeling of her plump lips. You were standing on your tiptoes to reach her height, and you reached up to pull her hat off of her head, letting your fingers run through her hair as you pulled her further into you. Her body pressed against yours as she grinned into the kiss, her tongue poking your lips and exploring your mouth when you granted her access. She was desperate to feel you in any way that you’d let her, and you were on the exact same page.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and every day I regret not telling you that sooner. So, if you’ll let me, I want to make it up to you.” She mumbled when you pulled back to catch your breath. You panted, your chest rising up and down as you admired her in full glory. You weren’t able to take notice of her clothing when you were too busy registering that she was actually here and it wasn't just a dream. But seeing her in the camo pants adorned by a buckled belt and a dark green shirt made you feel things you’ve never felt before she came into your life.

Her hands found their way to the back of your thighs as she lifted you into her hold, your wandering hands stopping at the biceps that flexed under her shirt. You could feel a small tint in her pants and bit your lip as you shuttered. Your hands traveled to the back of her neck as you played with the baby hairs, feeling goosebumps rise to the surface of her soft skin.

“May I?” She walked further into your cheap apartment, and you suddenly felt ashamed at the state of the place. It showed off your struggles in payment, but hidden under that, it showed the reason you were able to meet what you hoped would be the love of your life.

“You may.”

[ladyelissarose]

‘A Mother’s Revenge’

Chapter 11 - ‘Ghosts’

Warmings; nothing too serious… call of duty stuff yk.. enjoy :)

Alejandro’s POV

After Price had saved us, he took us back to my other hideout, where I had the rest of my team and soldiers working around that needed shelter and backup. I still couldn’t believe we were saved, I had doubts on how we were going to get out, but I’m glad that we’re now safe and landing on my land.

‘Home sweet home… now we’re on to the next-‘

“We’re here boys, let’s head down- Colonel?”

Price had turned to me ushering me to lead the way, so I did confidently,

“Alright hermanos, Meli… let’s go inside… follow me.”

Attentively they did, though I saw how Ghost eyed every corner and place his eyes could reach, he was the ever so vigilant and untrusting of every place.

‘Que fatasma.. quite the character Ghost.’

Couldn’t blame him though, he’s had it tough with everyone, always being betrayed and falling into the cracks of everyone’s mistakes and taking the hit for it. I now understood how he felt, after Graves pulled his stunt with us.

It still angered me, the problems he had caused and how we are set back a bit from schedule and plans. As I approached the door I prepared myself mentally to here the plan Price and I had made, I hoped a lot of them men agreed to this, and cooperated.

Though most of us were sick of the traps and needed a trusting team to get the good done without any betrayers and mishaps. Time was running thin and Hassan had it in his wicked hands for now, meaning we needed to take it back before he set the clock off. With a grunt I pushed the heavy wooden doors opened, I didn’t waste another second before I growled to my men after a whistle, calling for their attention,

“Hey Vaqueros!! Ponen atención!!”

This shit was about to get real.

‘Y me cansé de la mierda... hagámoslo bien.’

Let’s do this right or go to hell..

Ghost’s POV

Price began to speak loud and clear what our plans were, which was taking back our HQ and killing Graves, I felt it was the right thing to do… he screwed us all up and our plan anyways. He had commented to me what was up next for us to move on, and I was damn ready to proceed.

I didn’t feel exhausted or angry, needing to rest and take a day- no no… I felt hungry for revenge and was ready to take what was ours. Speaking of revenge, it reminded me of Meli, who stood right next to my hip at the sight of all these men around us, she looked hesitant but her chin was held up high after I told her to not look down.

Back in the heli I had asked her about what she thought about getting Graves then Hassan, I was nervous that’s she might not want that as she had been targeting Hassan mostly. But thankfully she confirmed that taking Graves down was her main interest as of now… sense he hurt her and us. It made me warm at the thought of her caring for us, when at first we were the last interest on her mind.

‘How people change huh?’

My attention was then averted to Price when he added,

“We are not 141 and Los Vaqueros on this… we’re a team-“

I then grabbed the bag I had handed to Meli to hold and I dispensed what I had in it onto the table as Price ended with,

“Ghost team.”

I took a deep breath as I was ready for the next… I have been preparing my entire life for this moment… taking off my mask. It exposes everything of me, but it’s who I am, and the people that truly protect and save me, should know the face of who it is they’re saving every time. I sucked in a breath as I got the bottom of my balaclava and slid it off completely, revealing me.

‘Here goes nothing..’

Meli’s POV

‘What’s he- oh my god...’

Who would’ve ever thought that the cold killer behind a Grim Reaper mask was actually the whitest and most beautiful jewel ever? He was definitely a diamond in the rough, scars and all.. edges that could cut deep and yet… he shined so bright.

A purple bruise decorated his left eye, but it didn’t hold me back from admiring his hazel eyes, behind his blondish lashes.. it didn’t take much for me to admit.. that Simon Riley was a beautiful man.

But my heart ached at the dry bloody nose he had and the other bruises that rested along his sharp jawline. And it broke me even more to know I did that to him, when we fought back in Las Almas. I didn’t deserve to see him, after sorta betraying and hurting him… Simon deserved much more and better than me for sure.

I know he’s lived a tough life, the scars and his harsh ways speak it clearly. My eyes no longer looked at him as I averted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to see the damage I caused him as he had tried to save me.

‘I’m sorry for making your already hurt face more hurt… I didn’t mean to-‘

“It’s alright Meli… we’re a team now.”

A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt a warm shock, Simon’s uncovered hand had enveloped mine tightly, while he spoke those words to me lowly. He tugged on my hand and I took a quick glance at him, but his small, genuine smile of assurance had me locking my sight on him, as he added,

“Ghost team.”

I felt confident to squeeze his hand back as Price spoke out to him,

“Good to see you again Simon.”

Simon let his eyes rest on Price for a moment as he nodded slowly, he seemed to be very pleased with himself as well as his gaze had softened. I turned to look at all the masks that laid out before us, and before I could assume what they were for, Price informed,

“If you’re in, take a mask.. if you’re not- don’t.”

‘Fuck yeah I’m in.’

I didn’t waste another second before reaching for one, I was in 100%.

‘This is what I came for..’

Soap’s POV

‘Guess the Brit is pretty after all.’

A smirk made it onto my lips as I gazed at Simon for the short while he had his face uncovered. He was quite the sight to behold, I never doubted it, but I couldn’t picture it right… but now I can. I felt brave and noble as I pulled a mask towards me to slip it on. Pride swarmed in me at the thought that these were Simon Riley’s masks… Ghost’s masks.

‘Mmmm… now I’m a Ghost.’

Once I had slipped it on, I instinctively looked at Ghost for approval, at first his eyes were on Meli as she fit hers on, he stared at her intently as she fixed her hair to be inside it, he even extended a hand to help her fix it right at her eyes when he saw she wasn’t getting it right on the spot.

It made me giggle to see this killer be so gentle with a woman, especially Meli when he wasn’t so fond of her at first.

‘How people change huh Simon? Now when is it my turn?’

I guess he felt me starin’ at him and perhaps hearing my jealous thoughts of wanting his attention. He suddenly turned to me, giving a wink my way and nodding.

Approval. I’ve never felt more better than now, my dude points were back at a high level now, getting shot back there was long forgotten as I wore the mask of a legend.. and had a new team name.. Ghost Team.

Now we all awaited in place, for Ale to give us our next orders as he went on to say,

“We will lie in wait till we hear news on where he might possibly be. It won’t take longer than a few hours hermanos, I know we want to take him down as fast as possible. But for now, take shelter and rest here, you’re going to need it.”

Price agreed as he lastly said,

“Please boys, get what you need, rest or hydrate- check your amo and wounds.”

We all replied in sync and began to go our separate ways. I knew I wanted a good shower and a clean tending to my arm, so I quickly went to Ghost as I put forth,

“I’ll be at showers mate, let me know if they get a trace and are ready to head out.”

Simon patted my shoulder,

“I will Johnny, go on… mask fits ya Scot.”

He pointed to my face with bright eyes and I was grateful my blushed face was covered, I could only muster out,

“Thanks LT..”

He sent me a last nod and I pat Meli’s cheek before walking off. I was hoping to get a good refreshment in and rest… cause Ale was right.. we were going to need it.

Meli’s POV

I knew I needed a shower, but I wanted to rest my head for a bit.. I was feeling emotional for some reason all of a sudden.

The back of my eyes burned and my lungs felt like they were trembling with every breath I took. A heavy weight rested on my shoulders and a cold shudder came onto me, spreading all over and making me feel sick. My mind tried to fight what I felt,

‘Just take a deep breath… you’re ok. You’re safe and getting closer to the end of it.. it’s ok… just breathe..’

I don’t know how long I had been standing still after I said goodbye to Soap when I felt Ghost tug on my arm and ask,

“Hey? You alright Meli?”

I shook a bit and blinked twice before replying to the floor, as I refused to look at him, knowing that if I did, I’d cry.

“y-yeah… I’m fine-“

“Melione. Look at me.”

He tried to reach for my chin but I pulled away, the air constricting in my throat as the dam of emotions in me was starting to break in me. I felt emotional about everything but couldn’t pin point it specifically, and I didn’t want to break in front of him.

So I darted to the doors without saying another word, I could hear him calling out after me, but it was silenced once I was outside the doors. My sudden anguish suffocated me and I was desperate for air,

‘I want to cry so bad… scream and fight.. just lose it… I want to be held.’

Ghost’s POV

“Meli!! Melione!? Wait-“

‘What happened?!?’

Had it been any other time in my past, or any other person… I would’ve let them run away.. let them deal with their emotions on their own, like I always did. But with Meli? I couldn’t… I wanted to be by her side, through good and all, and I refused to let her sit in her own pain. And I was a strong man, I could take whatever she wanted to give. So out the door I went, regardless of who she was on the other side of it, broken or whole, angry or happy… I didn’t care anymore.

‘I’m coming Meli..’

I pushed the doors wide and walked out, feeling the soft rain of the evening hit my mask and it’s fresh scent embrace me fully. I had missed days like these, they were sometimes the only good thing in my life at the time, as this weather was my favorite. My eyes darted everywhere, as I searched- but it didn’t take long to see the figure ahead of me, looking so small as they embraced themselves. My heart clenched as I could see their shoulders shake a bit, I knew they were crying… I knew Melione was crying.

‘Aw Meli… I know. But.. what do I say? Are you ok- no… do you need something- no noo… fuck. I’ve never done this before. But I want to.. for her. I’ll just-‘

She was quite a good 6 feet away from me, getting slowly soaked in the rain, I took a deep breath and called out to her loudly, but trying to hold a nice tone to it, to not scare her.

“Melione?”

I clearly heard her let out a low sob of words,

“S-Simon?”

I sighed in relief of who knows what- maybe that she answered back? I called out again, as I didn’t know what to say again,

“Melione-“

“I’m so sad.. I-I don’t know wh-why. I-I was just fine in the heli but n-now?”

‘Because it’s been a lot Meli… this is all new and traumatizing for you… you let your anger out already.. now it’s the sadness of it all Meli…’

I could’ve said those words to her, but it would’ve been gibberish instead, because I’ve never spoken my heart out. So instead, I extended my arms out? That’s how a big works right?

‘Why do I feel so scared? Just.. go on with it.’

“I know Meli… c’mere.”

It took a few silence seconds before her head turned to the side, then her body followed until she was facing me, still hugging her body tightly. Her mask was in her hand and her hair covered her face, sticking to it cause of the rain, but I could make out her red eyes and pink cheeks.

I extended my hands further to her, closing and opening my hands, signaling her to come closer. Her face scrunched up a bit as she let out a soft sob and wiped her eyes, she was tired.. of everything. I waited patiently, not wanting to move until she gave the go for me or moved herself, and I knew I’d wait all night for her, in the rain, dark and all.

Slowly, she lifted on foot and stepped forward, that was enough for me to praise and entice her,

“Good.. come on… I got you.”

Her foot stayed in place, and she turned her head to the side, like shying away, her arms curled tighter around her waist as if she was in pain. And I knew she was, when I’d be desperate for release of all my feelings, I’d get pain in my gut and stomach, breathing was even painful. But in an instant, I could hear her boots slam on the wet pavement, before I could catch on, her face collided into my chest as she threw herself onto me.

Her hands were around my waist as her faced buried closely to me, she let out a deep breath before beginning to cry softly. My arms secured her on me, and I stroked her back slowly. It was as if she was a little kid, a little girl, who was at her wits end crying and wasted. Her body felt limp against mine, she was giving up her strength as she broke apart. She was like a broken vase, holding all the water together but finally chipping apart and letting it out.

I knew she was very exhausted in every aspect, I could feel it when her knees finally buckled under her weight of all of this sense the beginning.

But she never met the ground again when I picked her up from it, she didn’t have to cry alone anymore. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she buried her face into my neck and then let out full sobs. Her feet were off the ground, as she was obviously shorter than me, and I used my strength to hold her up and closer to me, giving her the embrace she needed.

I leaned my head onto hers as I whispered,

“It’ll be ok Melione… let it go.”

Her sobs sounded so deep and broken, but like if she was releasing something as well, finally letting go. My hand snaked onto her hip as I held it tightly, and my other hand caressed her head softly, her legs soon wrapped around me, tightening her hold as well. The rain happened to start falling harder, the heavens were crying with her, but I refused for her to get sick and her stitches to get soaked, so I carefully began to walk back to base, but she grabbed onto the back of my neck and pleaded against my neck,

“Don’t let me go Simon… please.”

I shook my head as I promised,

“I won’t dove.. it’s ok.”

I was being honest.. I never letting her go.

Meli’s POV

We walked- Simon walked us into what looked like a separate bedroom, given to him sense he was of a higher ranking. It gave me the peace to cry on until I ran out of everything.

I felt more exhausted after crying for at least two hours, and Simon never let me go the entire time, I knew he had cried at some point, his tears had ran down my temple where he laid his face. We comforted each other in the silence, reliving ourselves from what had been eating at us this whole time.

But now as we had calmed down and sat next to each other, we felt sleepy and hungry. Simon suggested I’d shower while he went to find something, so he helped me cover my stitches so I could shower, and once I was out he kindly asked me to drink a warm tea and eat what he had found for us.

After eating the little empanadas and sipping the tea he had made (which was delicious as ever) I dried my hair and got my things, ready to walk out so he could sleep for a bit, he had just gotten out of the shower. He looked more relaxed in just a black Henley and black cargo pants as he walked out, slipping his mask on. I took the chance to ask him right away,

“Umm.. Where’s my bag Simon?”

Simon was quick to let his eyes set under his bed, letting me know it was there as he questioned,

“Why Meli?”

I didn’t know how to tell him but honesty was the best answer, so I replied,

“So… so I can go to the barracks… let you sleep?”

He grunted lowly and pointed to his bed,

“It’s comfier here dove, there’s too many other men we don’t know, and you’re the only woman around.”

Was he suggesting I stay with him? I mean it made sense and it honestly would make me feel more safe, as I know Soap, Rudy and Gaz were sharing barrack rooms, and Ale had his own as well as Price.. so meaning I would technically be on my own.

I then looked at his bed, seeing it was a good size and had the most soft looking blanket on it made me even more sleepy. A rough hand then gently grabbed my own and led me to the bed, as Simon softly ushered,

“Get in Meli.. go on.”

Without thoughts I let my exhaustion lead me and place me under the soft blanket, I cuddled into it and sighed with content. My eyes then landed on Simon who tried to get comfortable on the little sofa next to me, I felt a little bad as I watched how he tried to fit his abnormally large body onto the little sofa. I still can’t believe how big he was, it was crazy yet good on his part- well sometimes.

‘Oh Simon.. you barely fit!’

“Simon… we can trade-“

He groaned as he stretched his back onto the cushions, his large size on the tiny sofa made him look larger, like a giant teddy bear. But he let his words come out like honey as he sighed,

“No Meli… sleep.”

“But-“

“Sleep Meli.. you need it dove..”

I then bit back the offer to switch as I knew he wouldn’t change his mind, so I proposed,

“We can share the bed… we fit.”

His face faced the ceiling with closed eyes, but he slowly lifted his hand and with a pointer finger he signaled to me ‘no’ along with some words,

“No Meli… you need plenty of room for good sleep, you’re shot up and stabbed, you need space. But thank you.”

I nodded though he couldn’t see, but I responded,

“You’re welcome… you’re still welcome on here anyway if you change your mind.. the blanket is soft and the bed is comfy.”

‘You need good sleep too Simon, regardless of what it is.’

Ghost’s POV

‘Ahhh Meli. I’d kill to say yes.. but I need to respect you…’

God only knows how bad I want to be on that bed, it looked comfortable and the the blanket … it appeared so soft and heavy. I liked sleeping with that combination, something soft and heavy on me… but I wanted to give Meli her space, tho she insisted kindly. Anyways, I told her again,

“I’ll think on it. Now sleep.”

“ok… night Simon.”

She sounded defeated. So I had to reassure her I wasn’t rejecting her, and myself that I wasn’t, her voice let me know she thought so, so I lastly bid more kindly as possible,

“Goodnight Meli.. sleep well.”

I could imagine her smile of comfort as she replied differently, happily almost,

“Goodnight Simon.. sleep well too.”

[unohanabbygirl]

Does Aemond ever get into discussions with coworkers about certain historical events cause yk he works at a museum and when the discussion of the dance of the dragons come up — does he get really defensive? I can imagine the discussion starting with a “Honestly none of it would have happened if Lucerys just turned around instead of being all brave and shit. War averted at least for a little while.”(An actual argument I have heard btw LMAO) Basically a coworker being a lowkey team green defender.

What would Aemond do/say? Or what would he do in a similar situation? Because I imagine the Dance of the Dragons is a huge historical event, def one good for argumentative topics..

(Ik Aemond would not let that slide but I need to know just how hard he would get on their asses. Plus I love seeing you talk about how your characters are, the dynamics are something I adore!)

Aemond is a big time loner, spending most of his time in the archives and going to Lottie’s for his lunch break, so the only time he ever finds himself chatting with co-workers is when Mona drags him along to the break room and it usually never ends well 😭

Not only is he a history buff, but he’s actually part of history. Knows these events like he just experienced them yesterday and will argue with anyone who tries to spew bullshit. When co-workers start discussing topics like the dance only for Aemond to come walking in they immediately switch to something else because he takes it way too seriously in their eyes.

Someone could make an offhanded comment like. “I’m with Vaemond 100% seeing a bastard take my ancestral seat from right under me would piss me off too.”

Que to Aemond who’s rolling his eye and constantly butting in to tell the guy he’s just as much of an idiot as Vaemond because CORLYS and LAENOR passed Driftmark to Lucerys making it his birth right.

This then leads to him telling everyone they shouldn’t be in this field if they don’t even know the simplest of facts.

He goes back to sipping his coffee while everyone else is like wtf

Some random work room npc : “I just don’t understand why the kid wouldn’t go back after seeing that big ass war dragon. He must’ve been a few screws loose.”

Random work room npc #2 : More than likely, seven knows his mother wasn’t the smartest for trying to pass him off as legitimate.”

Aemond “Lucerys persisted because as a prince of the realm he was given an order by his queen to deliver a messenge. It was his duty, as well as everyone else’s duty to not lay a finger on him since messengers are off limits. But you wouldn’t understand duty since you spend all day in here instead of finishing your paper work.”

Now Aemond is known by all the staff as ‘that guy who doesn’t play about Lucerys Velaryon’

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You’re the only one who’s writing poppy x mc fics sooo, i have a request “ bea is a bad girl (like in a gang) in high school and also went jail couple of times for getting in trouble in high school senior year poppy was new transfer student and after 2 months bea join back school and met poppy bea and they just click yk like a connection slowly they started dating and in school everyone was shocked to see bea in a relationship ( bad girl and new girl) poppy is always worried about bea and few days before graduation bea got hurt really bad and poppy gives bea 2 options that she has to choose between her or her this (gang).. bea didn’t say anything to her so poppy left, after 2/3 years they met in college bea was a different person but so does poppy they become enemies (no one knows why they hate each other) one day they were arguing and poppy shout at her and says why you're back and bea put her hand on her cheek and smile and say i am here to win you back because i love you 😬

Promises (Poppy x MC)

Part 1/?

Can i just say I'm absolutely invested in this plot? You've got me hooked on my own story, as hectic as my life is, this is enjoyable to write. I hope you like it as well @iamsimpforpoppy

Word count: 1.8k (i got carried away)

“You know what to do Jackson, same old shit.”

“Yeah but it feels like a movie every damn time”, Bea responds confidently as she unbuckles her seatbelt. She sports a black mask with a yellow bandana, a vivacious color worn by only the Southside Spades, a notorious street gang who were known for robbery, and occasional blood.

Bea found herself wrapped up in the world of gangs when she turned sixteen. But before that the brunette would assist in transporting goods, also known as hardcore drugs. There was plenty enough to go around so Bea could indulge in any she wanted. Drugs didn’t give her the high she craved though, instead it was the thrilling game of cat and mouse with the cops.

Every now and then she’d get thrown in the slammer overnight. But this particular evening earns her one year in the NY State Penitentiary. See, the cops never gathered significant evidence to build a case against her, even though she was well aware of Detective Steinhelm who had some sick obsession with her. Following her everywhere, until Bea confronted her directly after noticing the same black sedan parked a street down from her house.

But she played the game right, and nothing ever led back to her. Until now.

“Where’s the money Bradley? I feel like I’ve been kissing your ass all week, the boss needs it now.”

A skinny blonde boy who looks like he had better days grunts in annoyance, “You’ll get your money...I’m just a little short right now.”

“Time’s up Ken doll, you know Carter will have your head for this.”

“Maybe he doesn’t have to know. Maybe this can be between us…”, Bradley strides carefully towards the blonde, a disturbing grin on his face which screams junkie. “Back the hell up now.”

Bea pulled her knife out with ease and pointed it towards him. She didn’t plan on actually using it. Murder was way out her budget for a simple money pickup but she knew that it would scare the boy easily. Except he kicked the blade out of her hold which prompted it to screech across the concrete before coming to a stop. Before Bea could think her fists reacted as she intercepted a punch that aimed straight for her jaw. She twists Bradley’s arm and he falls on his knees in pain. With his back to her, she kicks him down until he’s flat on his stomach.

“What is it exactly that you plan on doing now Bradley?” The blonde boy struggles under Bea’s foot but manages to reach around and slash at her ankle with a surprise shiv. Bea yelps in pain before kicking his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Stupid idiot. Had to make this harder than it should’ve been.”

Bea eventually finds the stash of money hidden under his mattress, an amateur hiding place at best. She congratulated herself for another job accomplished (kinda) and headed home. What the seventeen year old didn’t expect was the repulsive sound of a siren filling her ears as she stepped out onto her driveway. Her blood rushed to her head when she spotted Detective Steinhelm among the police officers surrounding her and retorts, “oh come on. I thought I told them about you harassing me. What do you want? Back here to strip search me again?”

The older woman only watches the blonde in eerie silence before smiling and gesturing to a police officer. “Beatriz Jackson you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law-”

“What the actual fuck!” Bea yanks her arms out of the officers reach which initiates a struggle for dominance. This was nothing new to her, but it still felt sickening. Like she was some pet.

“You have the right to have a lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire.” Detective Steinhelm finishes speaking and approaches the still scuffling blonde, “if you keep resisting I will tase you myself.”

Bea bites back the urge to headbutt the old hag right in her stupid face but she didn’t need any extra charges, for whatever the hell it was she was being charged for.

“Tell me why the fuck I am being arrested and I’ll calm down.”

That’s when Bea notices a familiar (bruised up) face from earlier. His smirk was enough to eat at her skin and she felt burning hot rage.

“Your blood was found at the scene of Mr. Denbroughs assault. You are being arrested in the case of second degree assault with intent to hurt someone with a deadly weapon.”

***

Bea only got one year in prison due to her kickass lawyer Ina Kingsley who played the minor card at every opportunity given. She also pointed out the fact that the knife wasn’t bloodstained, and Bradley never had any stab wounds so there is no proof the weapon was ever used against him. And it technically wasn’t. Good thing she didn’t bring a gun instead.

She did miss her 18th birthday though. And a few months of her senior year. But that’s what summer classes were for right?

All eyes were on the blonde when she returned, and whispers spread throughout the school about a certain new girl. Bea paid no mind to the fingers that pointed in her direction but the newcomer did manage to catch her attention, and pretty quick at that.

“Hey Jackson, how was solitary confinement?”

“I heard they make you use the bathroom right through the tiny food slot.”

Bea rolls her eyes and pelts a piece of not-so-fresh bread right at Ford’s head. The other people at the table join in on the laughter and Bea shakes her head and smiles, “it was Juvie you dumbass, and they made us sit in a circle together every Thursday like we were in an AA meeting.

“That’s jail for babies, goldilocks here wouldn’t last a minute in a real prison”, Carter joins them at the table with a cocky smirk, yet his eyes soften when landing on Bea. She shares a similar look with him knowing they’ll have a real conversation later. Because they definitely didn’t get to have that when Bea was getting dragged away to the police station in cuffs, and every event after that.

“It’s our girl’s first day out, we have to celebrate. And it’s not like she’s on probation...right Bea?”

“I do have a curfew, and I’m on juvenile probation so…when we partying?” The crew laughs as Bea shrugs. Her mother will deal with it. Zoey scoots in next to the blonde and wraps her arm around her shoulder in a side hug. “So glad to have you back Bea, and we are not risking you breaking parole so let’s just go to a sport’s bar tonight.”

Bea nods her head in agreement as the first warning bell goes off and everyone starts to clean up. Zoey taps on her arm and points towards one of the farther tables where a lone figure sits, wiping her hands with a napkin. All Bea saw were blonde tresses until she turned and they made brief eye contact.

“She’s the new girl, Poppy Min Sinclair. Rumor is she’s got a rich white daddy. You should totally invite her to the party.”

“And why would I do that?”

Zoey squints her eyes and leans in closer, her hands under chin in thought, “she seems like the broody type, you two would click.” She laughs at Bea’s comical expression but the blonde can’t bother to look in her direction, she’s way too wrapped up in what little the stranger a few tables away had to offer. She would sit on that thought, Bea was not one to shy away from anything.

***

The two became friends quicker than anyone could think.

One day after school, Poppy’s car wouldn’t start. It just didn’t comply. You would think she’d be poised and call her mechanic to come fix it, but instead the blonde slumped against the driver’s side window and let out a visibly frustrated, high-pitched yelp. Bea watched her pace around the car and even...kick?...the front bumper with her heels in efforts to wake it up.

“You know I may be wrong but I think that only makes it worse..” She approaches the helpless blonde with a small grin. Poppy’s persistence amazed her though, she’s never seen anyone determined to beat a car up. An expensive one at that.

“I hope you have some idea how to fix it, unless you’re here to waste my time and ask me on a date.”

Woah.

Okay that definitely threw Bea on a whim. She lets out a sharp laugh and bites her lips in amusement. She strolls towards the front of her car, holding Poppy’s gaze the whole way. She liked that the blonde didn’t avert her eyes. “And if I did? We couldn’t take your car of course, it’s obviously impaired.”

Poppy smiles and turns to look at Bea properly. She checks out every inch of her with no visible shame. An assessment so to say, and she likes what she sees.

“It’s your lucky day Poppy, I happen to know a thing or three about cars, and I desperately want to get this thing working so we can go on that date.” She winks playfully but god does she mean it. Bea silently prayed that the blonde wouldn’t take it the wrong way, but she knew she won when Poppy didn't protest, instead getting comfortable under some shade and holding her hand out, “the stage is all yours Jackson.”

***

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that I can’t jump over this obvious not-so-protected fence?”

“Judging by the sign right next to it that says...oh wow who would’ve thought, “DO NOT ENTER”, I don’t think so”, Poppy deadpans. It didn’t phase Bea of course because she was already halfway up the fence when the blonde turned away from the sign. The girl had a point to prove, maybe not a valid one, but still a point.

Poppy pinches her eyebrows in exasperation before looking back up to a nonchalant Bea swinging her legs from the top of the fence. She winks down at the blonde, “join me?”

Poppy didn’t expect to be climbing fences with a charismatic girl who had the same color hair as her when she moved schools, but she found herself embracing every moment of it. Although the trip up there was a struggle and some.

“I swear to god there’s a wire in my ass.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“And we’re both going to end up in the hospital. Get. me. Down.”

Bea tries to hold in her laughter the whole way down but lets it loose when she sees Poppy still up there, partly hovering in the air. “Pops...I’ll catch you, don't worry. Climb down slowly.” She doesn’t. But Bea had her feet planted and ready because any moment with the sassy blonde was unpredictable.  And she loved it. Especially because she had Poppy engulfed in her arms and they were so close their noses touched.

Bea promised herself she’d kiss the girl next time.

***

“You’re...in a gang?”

Bea felt a clasp of cold air enter her lungs as she stared ahead. It wasn’t like she could hide it from Poppy. She has a reputation, and word has gotten around about the two getting close. This was just like that one time at the end of sophomore year where Bea met Kelly Hall, a beautiful girl with golden rimmed glasses. Unfortunately she only could imagine what could’ve been after whispers ended up right on the doorstep of Kelly’s parents, and she suddenly changed her number, and switched out of every class she had with Bea.

The blonde didn’t want to entertain the thought of Poppy doing the same, but this was a lifestyle she chose.

“I mean...how?”

Bea sighs and turns to look at her, “I fell into the wrong crowd. Or maybe it’s the right one because I never found a true home until I met them. They’re family, I wouldn’t expect you to get it though and I understand if you want to distance-”

“I of all people know what it’s like to not fit in Jackson. You’ve found people who make you feel safe. Maybe I don’t agree with the troubles that come with being in a gang but I don’t know the whole story.”

“Do you want to?”

Poppy wraps her arms around Bea’s and lays her head on her shoulder, “I want to know that you won’t get yourself hurt but I know that’s nearly impossible.”

Bea exhales slowly, not knowing what to say. She knew that this would upset Poppy but her acceptance meant more. She didn’t know what this would mean for the two of them, if there was a “them”, but she felt more encouraged to share more of her other life with the blonde.

“Just promise me one thing Jackson.”

“Yeah?”

Poppy’s voice comes out softer than expected, and Bea ingests every emotion that comes with it, “Promise me you won’t ever put yourself in a position where you have to choose between me or the gang.”

Bea finds her hand in the space where their thighs touched and latches onto it like a lifebuoy,

“I promise.”

***

“I just remembered something Poppy.”

“What, that you have half a brain cell? I thought that was established Jackson.”

Bea launches a pillow that (purposely) misses Poppy’s head by an inch. If she actually hit her and frizzed up her locks then she’d never hear, or see..or walk again.

“I’m being serious. I just remembered this too, we never went on that car date we talked about.”

Poppy squints her eyes in confusion, but was fully aware of what Bea was referring to. “You mean the first time we met?”

The blonde smiles to herself as she replayed that day in her head over and over again. She couldn’t decide if Bea’s openly flirty behavior is what drew her in or if it was her ability to fix any of her possessions with ease. And for free.

Bea pulls Poppy up by her hands until her back is against the lockers. Another perfect opportunity for the blonde to make do of that promise she made to herself, but something told her to wait just a bit longer. “So what do you say? Poppy Min Sinclair, will you go on a date with me?”

Poppy rolls her eyes playfully, pulling Bea in closer by the collar of her letterman, “now who’s being dramatic?”

“I didn’t hear a no”

“I think you know what the answer is.”

That night Zoey helped Bea prep for her first date with the girl that she could say she was almost in love with. The taller girl brushed some dust off of Bea’s jacket and planted her hands on her shoulders, “remember Jackson, give her the ride of her life. And I mean that in every way possible.”

Thanks Zoe.

Bea watched Poppy drive up in front of her house and something inside her mind couldn’t deny the pang her heart let out when she saw Poppy smile the way she did.

Bea took control of the driving and told Poppy to recline her seat and enjoy the ride, with her seatbelt on of course. Safe sacrifices. They cruised through an empty highway blasting Poppy’s spotify playlist named “Rich Bitch Songs” because that was their ideal perfect date. It’s amazing that the two could even come to an agreement, but here we are.

She watched the beautiful blonde sing her lungs out and couldn’t help but mirror her joy, taking her hands off the steering wheel. The pump of adrenaline prompts a new excitement in the air and Poppy wraps Bea into a secure hug, her hair flying wildly with the wind. Bea slows the car down but the rapid beating of her heart made it seem they were going 100 miles per second.

“I feel so alive Jackson.”

Bea stared at the girl in the passenger seat with a look that could only be described as love.

“You make me feel alive.”

Poppy kept talking and Bea found a way to focus on both the road and the blonde next to her. Because when you truly enjoy something, you’ll find a way to keep experiencing it. And Bea enjoyed hearing Poppy’s voice, she loved everything about her.

“I feel like kissing you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“...Nothing. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

They kiss when Bea pulls over.  A hot feeling consumes them like fire when their tongues collide and Bea plants her hands around Poppy’s hips, pushing her back into her seat until she’s on top. The windows easily start to fog up in reaction to the heat, and not once did they take their hands off each other.

Promise 1/2 kept

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End Note: This chapter was to build their relationship, more angst incoming. BIG THANKS to @somewillwin for letting me use Jackson <3333

Taglist: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog @a-ghost-girl

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Tis the damn season evil version part 1 au mature(slightly)

Tis the damn season evil version part 1 au mature(slightly)

AN: sorry(also this is not the first copy cause I lost the first demo) PS: it's a joke

Long pond studio (Los Angeles)

She takes slow paces towards the studio. Still in her pajamas , her knees stumble a little in the cold. She could hear someone playing the piano . The worst fact was that she thought it was joe. Just to get wrong, she enters the studio to find Aaron .

Suddenly she hates joe. After spending a whole year together , everyday, it’s hard to stay without him. The worst part was to sleep without his embrace warming her up. Now it’s just cold in the bed. Then she wondered what he might be up to in London. Maybe working.

“Does he feel the same?” she thought. Although she had called him after dinner. And now it was midnight. She felt childish and needy standing there in the studio.

“Hey, did I wake you up?'' Aaron had stopped playing the piano. “Oh no” she blushes while playing with her hair. “I was awake anyways.” “Oh” he can’t help but notice her deep necked sleeping gown. Showing her freckles. He averts his eyes as soon as he could. “So what were you playing?” she says.

“It’s just this new sound I was experimenting with and it sounded really nice to me,” he said, straightening up. “It actually did sound really cute.” “You liked it?”

“Yeah!” Being encouraged, Aaron started playing the song again . “So, any ideas?”he asked immediately after it was finished . “Not yet actually” she said. “Maybe because I’m lazy” Aaron chuckled. “If you are lazy I am a bear in hibernation.” She giggles. “Or maybe you need we need a drink” “In the middle of the night?!” “What harm could it do?” Aaron thinks out loud. And then, there they were , sitting , him in the piano chair, her on the piano.

They sip on their glasses. Then she sighs. “Do you know that feeling when.. well” “Well what?” “You know like, suddenly you realize that life could totally be different “ He looks up at her confusingly. She looks at her side and says “ well, like looking at something or i don’t know, someone. And realizing that if you just , maybe just made a different decision, it all would have been different.” she looks up at him , who was still staring at her . “You know, like umm, if you maybe just stayed the place you were, life would have been different, maybe more than what it is now but also less than what it -” “I know exactly what you are talking about,” he said. “You do?” “Yeah” he stops slightly and then says, “ if I was still working, going by plan of shutting down my dreams to make music and just went with the job I was about to get, life would be very, very different. Also, maybe more...stable..” They both stay quiet for a while. “But, “ she starts, “it would have been meaningless you know?” “Like if I kept doing country and you kept doing your job and I stayed in Nashville forever, it would not be what I dreamt yk? It would be nice, and, stable, but not what I have now, and I know I would always crave to have it” She was smiling at him now. And he smiled back. “You know why I’m smiling?” He shook his head “no” “Because I know exactly what will go good with the song you just played.”

So they both got up and she started writing it while he helped. As if she needed help. She was so fast and into it, it marveled him.

And just to his surprise she yelled “Done!” “Already?!” he said as he took the paper from her. And the outlook was overwhelming , and not to mention, beautiful.

“god.. Wow” he says She giggles as she goes back to the piano, sipping her glass. “This is exactly why I’m glad you are here and not in Nash” he says pulling the chair of the piano, and sitting closer to Tay. “Oww thanks! And yk? You were right, getting drunk helps me” she said as they both laughed. Finishing the whole bottle they both get up at the same time and their heads bump. “Sorry” they say in unison and Tay laughs. Aaron laughs with her. “God we are very drunk” “Yes we are!” she giggles through her words, being closer to him than ever. And then, she with her mind blanked out touches his chest. And surprisingly he leans in. As gravity wants to betray them, they both realize their lips were on one other.

They both widen their eyes in shock and pull away.

“I am so sorry” “No umm I am sorry” she replies. “Are you ok?” “Yeah.. maybe just gonna go back to sleep”

“I think that will be the best”, he thinks out loud, “and we have a big day tomorrow”

She smiles nervously. And nodes. “Good night” he says, feeling like a criminal.

“Goodnight “ she says, almost running away from the studio. Swearing to kill herself.