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[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

The hospital visit

You and Bob have been married for five years now. You and your four year old daughter, Alice, go visit him in hospital after a small crash during the training session- and your daughter insists on drawing pictures on his cast whilst rooster and hangman realise just who y/n is to bob- outside of the hard deck.

Warnings: reader is a mom, mentions of broken bones in an arm, kissing, rooster and hangman have never met you before (but they knew he was married), Alice has sandy hair and blue eyes (like Bob), reader is a bartender at the hard deck, mentions of y/n, swearing, use of sweetheart and baby, pheonix is married to a woman in this. Reader calls Alice ducky, soft hangman.

You’ve been Mrs. Floyd for five years and 8 months now. You had your daughter Alice, named after his mother, just a little bit over four years now.

You met nine years ago, during some of your earlier years as a bartender and server at the hard deck- he came in three times a week, ordered the same thing every time and made very small conversation with you each time.

It didn’t take an idiot to realise he had a crush on you, the way he flushed every time you winked at him and how his posture straightened the second you stopped in front of him- how he only came in on days you were working -it’s something your co-workers would laugh and tease you about relentlessly.

You learnt that he was pretty much perfect. Church with his mother every Sunday, was training to become a lieutenant for the American Navy- wants to get married and have kids one day but also wants to sort out his career beforehand..you couldn’t help but crush on him just as hard.

When he asked you out (after a whole year of crushing on you) he took you to a nice dinner, paid for everything, held your hand as he walked you home- gave you a quick kiss at the door and left without asking for anything further.

It was then that you knew he would be someone you wanted to stick around..permanently. You got close quick, you went on countless more dates and you met his family- he met yours..

You got engaged two years into your relationship- the wedding was beautiful and full of love and laughter, a few tears.

You got your first house together two months after officially putting rings on eachovers fingers- he surprised you with it. It has a nice backyard, three rooms and a big kitchen- one you both needed desperately because of your shared love for baking..or his baking and you being able to stuff your mouth full with the treats he makes.

A couple of months into the marriage, he brought up trying for a kid..after a couple of days of thinking, you agreed- you had the house, the money, the love and the stability..it was perfect. And after seven months of trying, you got pregnant with your firstborn. Alice.

And he’s always been the best dad- looking after her, doing his part- having tea parties with her and letting her do his makeup..

You know that your husband hasn’t told anyone about you or Alice yet and you know it’s because of how..embarrassing his friends can be. And you do too- you’ve seen their shenanigans when they’re playing pool or darts or singing or drinking..

Of course, maverick, knows because he’s his captain. And Pheonix knows, she’s one of his best friends- and the only person from the squad to have had the pleasure of officially meeting you as his wife and his daughter, along with her own wife, Rebecca. They’ve all sworn not to tell a soul about either of you.

That doesn’t stop his cap and his best friend from smirking at Bob as you bring their drinks to the pool table, knowing looks on their faces.

And it’s never stoped them from telling Jake to stop flirting with you- never noticing the ring on your finger that happens to match bobs. Something the squad has noticed but not pressed too much about..he was always a quieter guy.

When you woke up next to Bob, you had a..feeling in your gut. Like something bad was going to happen. You knew that today was one of the few practice strike sessions he gets to do a year- so at first you didn’t say anything. You kissed him good morning and got yourself and Alice ready for school whilst he took a shower and got ready for work.

You told him about that feeling..and you told you that he would go fine. That Natasha had everything covered and she was one of the best flyers he knew and that he was going to be completely fine.

…he lied.

During said practice strike session, Phoenix and Bob's F/A-18F suffered a bird strike which caused a left engine fire and right engine overheat. Apparently, the engines could not be restarted and hydraulics soon failed, forcing Bob and Phoenix to eject…you were working when you got the call- only two hours away from going to the school and your heart sank. You grabbed your keys and drove as quickly as you could to Alice- then to the hospital Mav said he and his front seater were being held at.

It’s how you got to where you are now, holding your confused daughter’s hand as you speak to the hospital’s receptionist.

“who are you here for today?” She looks up at you as you stop in front of the counter. “Robert Floyd, he’s a pilot- captain Pete Mitchell said he had his own room?” You tap your finger anxiously against the counter.

“And who are you to Mr. Floyd?” She typed away on her computer casually. “His wife. I have our daughter with me, can we hurry up?” She smiles (almost sarcastically) at you and nods as she continues to type. “You’ll have to wait a couple of minutes- the internet is so bad in this place, the waiting room is just to your left, gift shop to your right-” you grunt but walk towards the waiting room- heart pounding and head banging.

Five minutes…“mommy, I’m hungry.” Of course she is, she’ll have missed lunch because of you taking her out of school- “I know, ducky, I’m sorry-” you sigh and look towards the gift shop. “Wanna get a gift for daddy? Keep us distracted until the annoying lady gives us daddy’s room number?” You smile and she nods quickly, getting up and running towards the gift shop.

You chuckle and quickly speed walk after her, apologising shortly to anyone she almost runs into- only receiving smiles and ‘its alrights’ in return.

You watch her look through countless teddies, cards and chocolates..but she stops at the flowers. “Daddy wants flowers.” She smiles and immediately goes to pick up a beautiful bouquet of red and white flowers, some baby breaths between them..

“Oh, does he now?” You giggle as you pick them up for her, passing her them. “You think he’ll like these ones?” She nods and smiles widely up at you- her big, blue eyes merging yours..those eyes- they’re carbon copies of her fathers.

Ten minutes..your holding flowers in one hand, the other holds Alice’s hand as you stand by the counter once again. “I’m sorry- but I need to see my husband.”

She looks up at you and quickly begins to type away on her computer again. “Floor three, room 218.”

“Thank you-” you breathe out as you gently pull Alice towards the nearest elevator. “Mama?..what’s going on?” She looks up at you- your eyes glossy and your hold on her hand slightly tighter than need be.

She walks into the elevator you. “It’s nothing, ducky- we’re going to go see daddy, alright? He’s okay, he’s just a little bit sore, be careful when you hug him, okay?” She nods and holds onto your hand tighter, leaning in closer as your press a button and the doors close over.

You anxiously mess with the ring on your left hand..after a second or two you look down and see how upset she looks. “Look, daddy’s okay..he’s just gonna be in a cast..you know what a cast is, right?..the white thing they put around someone’s body when they’ve broken or hurt a bone?”

She nods up at you. You know one of her friends broke her leg last year and when you took her to see her friend at her house she started asking..countless questions about what was on her leg.

When the doors re-open on the third floor, you’re quick to ask countless nurses where room 218 is- all pointing in one direction.

you find yourself in front of his room minutes later and you knock twice before walking in, looking at the flood then the window on the far end wall, the couch next to it the the other wall- and finally, the bed. Where your beautiful husband is laid, his right arm in a cast- a cut on his left cheek and..a suprisingly panicked look on his face- why does he look so- oh..

Stood to his left are hangman and rooster, both staring at you in confusion- “y/n?” Rooster narrows his eyes slightly at you-

“Daddy!” Alice giggles as she lets go of your hand, sprinting towards bob’s hospital bed. She jumps up onto the right side of the bed, hugging him as tight as she can.

“Hello, beautiful-” He smiles as he hugs her back, his glasses slightly crooked because of the force of the hug. “How are you?..” he smiles- avoiding his squads gazes as he does, leaning back just enough to kiss her forehead.

“Wait- daddy?” Jake’s eyebrows furrow as he walks slowly towards you, his eyes narrowing at the ring on your finger before he turns back to Bob- looks at the ring on his finger and then to Alice. “You two are married?! With a kid?!” Bobs eyes dart from rooster to hangman then back to you- then to Alice, deciding to focus on her for now-

“How have I never seen this?! Did you know?!” He looks over at rooster who looks just as confused. “No! I’d know if he was married- never-mind with a daughter!”

You walk towards Bob, ignoring both of them completely- “yeah…I’m so sorry, bad timing- I had to pick up Alice and then we had to wait-” you hold up the flowers in your hand. “Hence- these..” you lean down to peck his lips, to which he leans up and meets you half way, kissing you back. His squad-mates jaw’s drop. “It’s fine.” He whispers, swallowing- he knows he’ll have to explain to them what’s going on now.

“Alice, these are daddy’s friends, that’s Bradley and that’s Jake.” You point at the two men and she smiles and waves at them. “Hi!” She gives them her best smile.

“How long has this-” rooster motions between the two of you with one hand, his other on his hip- “been going on? She looks at lease five-” he nods his head towards Alice.

“Eight years.” Bob confesses, watching as you walk towards a vase that has some half-dead flowers in it, grabbing the lot of them- shoving them into the bin and putting the ones you bought for him in. (wrapper still covering them- not that anyone in the room cares right now) back in the vase. “married for five.”

“Are you okay, daddy?” She moves to sit next to him, crossing her legs- one slightly coming off the bed. He smiles and puts her right arm around her. “I’m fine, darlin’ just a lil’ sore.” He gently and playfully tugs her hair, making her giggle and tug one of his locks back.

“..married for five?” Rooster scoffs, obviously in total shock. “How did we not realise this? Who knows?”

Bob pulls Alice closer to him as he sighs gently. “Maverick and Pheonix..and becca- our families..”

“The only reason we didn’t tell you guys was because..we didn’t know how you’d react and stuff.” You shrug..you know it’s a shitty exuse.

“What the fuck?” Jake scoffs, looking over at Bob, to which Alice gasps and points at him- “language!” She exclaims, making Rooster snicker and hangman’s eyebrows to shoot up. “Shes got her mama’s confidence, huh?”

You snicker and walk towards her- “okay, Alice-” you laugh softly. “Sorry, Jake..she- didn’t exactly get her daddy’s shyness, did ya?” You tuck some hair behind her ear…you look at them both as you stand up straight, turning properly to them. “Can you guys not tell everyone about this?”

They both just..look at you for a moment..before Bradley speaks up. “Fine. But you have to tell them, we’ve known you both for months now.” He scoffs. “You were good at hiding it.” Jake scoffs, looking between you both in obvious befuddlement.

You smile slightly..“We know.”

“You know- we’re gonna need more details about this whole affair.” He scoffs..and you know he’s right.

It only takes about an hour for Alice to get incredibly bored of word searches. She groans as she flops down next to her dad, her arm bumping against bobs left arm who’s already struggling to do a word search on planes rooster brought with him- with his less-dominant hand. “Ducky, please-” he playfully taps the tip of the highlighter he’s using against her hand- earring a mad and unamused look back at him.

“I’m boooorrrreeeeeed!” She groans.

You snicker from where your sat at the windowsill, talking to Jake and Bradley about what your life with bobbys like and how happy the three of you actually are together.

“Why don’t you draw on daddy’s cast?” You walk towards them both and gently pluck the pen from bobs hand and pass it to Alice, whose eyes seem to burst with sudden excitement.

“Yes!” She smiles and takes it off you, attempting to move to bobs right side by climbing over him.

“Okay, careful-” you laugh and gently pick her up by under her arms, setting her down on the right side of the bed. “Make me look beautiful.” Bobby smiles and shifts more up slightly, watching as Alice pops off the lid-

“I can get some proper markers.” Jake seems to blurt out, walking towards Alice. “Pink and red and-”

“Have you got green?” She smiles and looks up at him with those big blue eyes. “I need green for the flowers!” Jake practically melts into a puddle right where he’s stood at how cute she is. “Yeah, I can try and get you green, Alice’. Wait two secs.” He walks towards the door quickly. You’ve never seen Jake so soft before.

“Was Jake..actually nice?” Bob raises an eyebrow and look towards rooster then back to you. “To a kid?..to my kid?” You shrug and look towards the door- “maybe he as a soft spot for kids or something?” You snicker softly..

Rooster walks towards us slowly. “I need to get goin’ tell Jake I’ll be in car waiting. It was nice meeting you, Alice. And..bobs wife, officially.” He smiles teasingly, playfully sticking his tounge out at Alice as he leaves- to which she laughs and sticks her tongue out back.

Your heart literally warms at the sight and you smile softly..who knew they’d be so good with children “See ya, Brad.” You call out and he sends you a wave over his shoulder.

You look at Bob..“Maybe we should have told ‘em sooner?..they don’t seem too bad with her. Hangman’s even getting markers.” You whisper shout, obviously surprised.

“Maybe we should have..” He brings his left hand up and gently pushes his glasses back up his face..

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You move to sit down on his left side, where Alice was before and he almost immediately wraps his hand around your waist, sitting up slightly to be almost face to face with you.

“Yeah- I promise. The doctors say I can get outta’ here before Friday.” He smiles. “Im gonna have to stay away from work for awhile, obviously- but it just means we get more time together.” He brings his hand to the back of your head and he gently pushes it forwards as he plants a small kiss on his forehead.

You smile and close your eyes, leaning into the touch “I’m happy you didn’t get too hurt..” you start as you lean back. “but I told you I had a feeling.” You softly scowl, no malice behind it.

He snickers softly, leaning in and pecking your lips. “I know..but it was worth it. You should have seen me up there-” he grins. “No thanks. Just picturing the way the plane lit up- it..doesn’t sit right with me..” you shake your head slightly. “Didn’t..technically light up-” he’s cut off by Jake walking back in, a bag full of markers and sharpies in his left hand and a..Teddy? in the other?

Alice smiles as he walks in- “is that for me?!” She looks to the teddy, it’s small and had a pink nose and pink fur- it has black eyes and soft brown paws...“yeah!” He smiles and passes her the fluff-ball. “It’s an apology gift for not being able to meet me sooner.” He winks at you and Bob- making you both raise an eyebrow.

“And I got you these! For Bo- for your dads cast.” He corrects himself quickly, putting the markers right on the cast- Bob winces softly and closes his eyes-

“What do we say to uncle Jake?” You nudge her arm gently and she grins up at him- “thank you!” She jumps up and hugs him, making him smile and hug her back. “No problem, sweetpea.” He ruffles her hair, fixing his sunglasses as he does.

She smiles as she sits back down and immediately goes through the bag for a green sharpie.

..“thank you, Jake..” Bob smiles at him and puts his head on your chest, leaning against you. He’s obviously tried after all the visits and people and the crash..“roosters waiting for you in the car.”

Jake nods to him. “No problem, baby on board- just tell the others about this.” He motions to you. “And..let the others meet her properly, yeah? She’s adorable.” He waves to Alice snd smiles at me as he walks towards the door, leaving the three of you alone.

You look down at Bob. “That went suprisingly well.” You comment and he snorts softly, turning his head so his forehead is against your left breast. “Yeah..I think we should tell the others…about us.”

You put your hand gently on his chin and you make him look up at you, your thumb rubbing against the slight stubble beginning to grow on his lower cheek. “So do I.” You smile and lean down and peck his lips.

“Do you like it?” She looks up at you and Bob and smiles. He looks down to his cast and gasps dramatically- “I..love it, gorgeous. It’s beautiful. A work of art.”

You grin as you look to the cast- it’s full of flowers and hearts and a sun with a smiley face in the middle of it, her name written in messy handwriting near the bottom of it- there’s a whole part of it that’s just messy scribbly lines.

You giggle. “It’s amazing, ducky.” You lean over and kiss the side of her head. “We should probably get going, though. It’s getting late and we need to get you some food in your tummy and you have school tomorrow.” She eagerly nods at the thought of food.

You look to Bob. “You gonna be okay here for the night?..” the uncertain look on your face makes him frown. “Yeah, I’ll be fine..just- get some sleep. Real sleep, okay?” He smiles and leans in, kissing you- but it’s no pec. He lets his lips rest against yours for a good five seconds.

“Ewww!” She giggles and grabs your arm gently pulling you back-

You laugh and lean away, leaning down and rubbing your nose against hers- “I’m trying I have a moment here!” You stand up and she quickly grabs her bear, gets up after you, and goes around the bed to stand next to you.

You look at your husband..“I love you, baby. I’ll come back tomorrow right after I drop her off.” You lean down and kiss his head gently. “Love you too, sweetheart.” You take Alice’s hand and walking towards the door- “say bye to daddy.” You grin and she waves, a huge grin on her face- “bye daddy! See you tomorrow!” She giggles..but Bob wants to cry.

He sniffles to himself as he puts on the biggest smile he can, waving to her with his left hand. “Bye, ducky!” He smiles and watches as you blow him a kiss- to which he playfully pretends to catch and tuck into his chest, right where his heart is.

You give him one last sad smile before you close the door, walking down the hall, smiling as she makes you spin her and laugh with her.

Bon sits alone, back against the uncomy hospital bed..he looks to the drawing on his cast and smiles, reaching for his phone to take a picture.

He loves his girls. More than anything..

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Memories of you. memories of us.

You and Steve loved each-over in the 40s. It’s been 23 years since you lost him you made the stupid decision to go to the opening of the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum in Washington, D.C to see the Captain America exhibit- only to break your own heart.

Warnings: seat in the 60s! crying, reader was a nurse for the war, reader got married (doesn’t say who) to someone else, mentions of drinking.

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You walk slowly down the long hall- all the old propaganda that naturally came with the motion of Captain America sending a spark of nostalgia to your chest..snap with cap- you have to hold back a laugh at..him pointing ahead, his quotes..

But he wasn’t cap to you- he was Steve Rogers. Steve. Baby. The love of your life..you remember it like it was yesterday, laughing as he came off the stage, sweat dripping down his face as he leant in to kiss you- only for you to smack him away, you didn’t want him ruining your nurses uniform before work. You’d do anything to go back and hug him now.

Bucky was the one who introduced the two of you- he had brought you with his fate to one of Howard Starks shows and the two of you suprisingly hit it off.

You went on a second date- and then a third and then a fourth until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. At that point you’d already fallen for him. Hard. He was funny, smart, polite..

When he told you about the serum and how much it could change him- you were hesitant. You didn’t want him to get hurt and some sketchy serum didn’t sound like the best idea..

Howard ended up inviting you to see what exactly Steve was going through..and when those doors re-opened and he came out looking like a glazed donut? You knew there was absolutely nothing stopping you from marrying him. The second the two of you got free time about three days later you practically jumped on him.

He remembered the way your eyes widened at his new physique for years after.

“Baby, I can’t help it- haven’t had you to myself like this yet-” you remember his laugh as he grabbed your shoulders and settled you in front of him.

“Calm down, sweetheart-” he smiled so sweetly at you..he always did/ even when you argued he never snarled or ridiculed you…“was is just the muscles that got bigger it has something else been changed too?”

You grabbed his hips and pulled him against you- grinning up at him as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and obvious lust.

You remember all the times during the war that you were in the medical wing and he carried in 4-6 soldiers at once, a constant reminder at just how strong he got.

You remember seeing videos of him out in the field- seeing a photo of you in his compass- another one of you and your golden retriever you called Cap to tease him in his wallet.

Your thumb messes with the ring on your finger on your left hand as you stop at a huge poster of the two of you- your sat on his shoulder, one hand “delicately” holding onto his one that’s put up because he’s flexing his arm- his other hand raised to his eyebrow in a salute..

you were nicknamed “Mrs. America” by the fans and you got stopped on the street for an autograph almost as much as Steve did…especially after you lost him.

He was the one person you could rely on. Someone you could talk to and feel safe with..

Loosing him was..the most painful thing you’d ever gone through. When you picked up the phone and heard the news from Carter and Stark, you had to grab onto the counter next to you to stabilise yourself, dropping the plastic without a second thought…you didn’t even get to marry him.

You walk towards your (very, very small) corner of the exhibit and see the picture of you that Steve had in his compass- you have your nurse outfit on and your smiling at the camera, your hair styled perfectly and your hair its natural shade..after 20 years, it’s not as similar..hints of grey shine through the colour. Your eyes narrow as the writing just next to the poster.

- ‘y/n y/l/n, the beloved girlfriend of Steve Rogers. She was famously known as one of the best nurses on the Lehigh base, the birthplace of Captain America, and saved over 289 soldiers during her career. Not long after the sad death she began her work with scientist, inventor and industrialist Howard Stark. She went on to work for the international intelligence and law enforcement agency group known as S.H.I.E.L.D where she met her husband,’

You close your eyes, sighing..you didn’t tell your husband who you were, when you met him he was an assistant to Howard and got the both of you coffees. You got closer to him and he asked you out in 1951, six years after Steve went under.

You said yes..you needed to try and move on from the heartbreak and it seemed like the right thing to do..The next thing you knew you were getting married and having your firstborn..it’s 1968 now and you have two children and a husband and a house..

But it’ll never be a home. What was going to be a home was the home you built with Steve- the children you were supposed to have with Steve..you shouldn’t have come here- you turn to leave but you stop when you see a picture..of the two of you together.

Your kissing eachover- he has his arm around your shoulder as you lean into him, there are soldiers all around you, obviously celebrating, and your both smiling into it..that day was the day they found Bucky and it was the happiest you had seen Steve in weeks.

You take a deep breath..you can practically hear his voice whispering into your ear. “I can’t get drunk.” You had turned him him in confusion, your own drink in your hand.

“What?” He smiled and shrugged. “The serum means I can’t drink and..we’ll get drunk off of it. I’m five months sober, basically.” You laughed and simply hugged him.

“That’s a bummer, honestly. Don’t worry- I’ll drink for two.” You pecked his lisp and rested your chin on his chest. “Yeah, I bet.” He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his big arms around you. “You do anyway, sweetie.” He whispered against your hair..you could have sworn you saw stars.

You sniffle and your breathing begins to hitch as you walk quickly towards the stairs to go downstairs and leave- people push and accidentally shove you as you do- making you feel like the walls are closing in on you- you move out of the way just in time to shoes couple of teens who are running way to fast for a museum.

You wipe the first year away as it falls down you cheek and you grab onto the railing as you go quickly down the stairs, your shoes clicking with every step.

When you get to the double doors you push and let them swing open as you meet the fresh air- your panting, dizzy and your hearts pounding in your chest. “Shit-” you sniffle and lean against the wall, ignoring the weird looks given to you by the people walking past you.

He’s been gone for nearly 23 years and you still can’t look at his face without crying.

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Being the ‘sexy as hell’ manager of the fantastic four.

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You take care of..pretty much everything for the fantastic four, their talk-shows, interviews, photo shoots, meetings, Reeds fantastic science show for the kids. And Johnny? Johnny can’t get you out of his head. He hasn’t been able to for literal months.

Warnings: swearing, dirty thoughts, mentions of jacking off, making out in an elevator, grinding, close-to-smut but no smut, reader is woman who wears office attire, flirty Johnny.

Side comment, I watched the movie recently and I almost came everytime he was on screen. Hes so fine.

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It’s been three years since the Fantastic four first formed and you’ve been their ‘manager’ since day one. You didn’t..sign up to be their manager, it just kinda..happened.

Your one of sues best friends from college and you were apart of the team that helped them get up to space in the first place and the one who stood by them when they came back down and had to fight your boss- Victor Von Doom.

You helped them learn about their powers further and got them their first interview with Ted Gilbert on the Ted Gilbert talk show and from there they went to you for whatever they needed.

Not that you minded, or mind, Reed makes sure you get more than enough money to keep you comfortable for a long, long time. You even have your own room at the tower- just one floor above Johnny and two below the married couple.

The public love you- you’re on the front of a couple of magazines yourself and you’ve done your own couple of interviews on your team..it didn’t take long for you to be apart of the family- you have dinner with them on Sundays and you have your very own seat at their table. They all love you..

One, more than most.

The human torch is a natural flirt. It’s what he’s famous for- he winks at every woman he sees, smirks at every camera that’s put on him, He’s always said you were the sexiest office woman he’d ever seen in his life, when you were first introduced he had leant over and whispered to ben how you were “sexy as hell” and he’d do anything to take you out. There’s normally a new scandal of the women he’s been with every week in magazines and he’s basically NYCs most wanted man..or was.

Recently, the world-renowned hero has been..to put it simply? Slacking.

He’s not been seen with a new girl in over a month, which for Johnny used he his own personal hell.

The public has realised that he’s been single publicly for so long..and have already gotten their own theory’s in- he’s sick, he’s quitting the team, he has a girlfriend, he’s coming out as gay. It’s given yourself and Ben countless laughs of a morning when you’re reading the papers or watching a conspiracy show, trying to eat breakfast.

Everyone- including his sister, brother in law and best friend -is eager to know why such a womanizer is all of a sudden so..single.

And only you and Johnny really know why.

It started about three months ago- the two of you shared one drunken kiss after a long day of interviews and press talk. One kiss.

And he couldn’t stop thinking about it the next day- he spoke to you about it and you came to the conclusion that it was a stupid, wine induced, mistake. Not johnny though.

He’s never really been able to get you out of his head, even after all the hookups he’s had, you’ve been the one who makes him wake up at two in the morning with the most painful hard on he’s ever had in his entire fucking life. He’s had to grab a magazine with your face on it more than once to get off.

You’re not an idiot, you’ve always seen how..hot Johnny was- pun not intended, but you’ve never “liked” him or wanted to date him.

The kiss meant little to nothing to you…but to Johnny? It..was everything. He’s been noticing you for years- your body, your hair- face, lips- breasts..ass. How you look in that fucking scandalous pencil skirt you wear around the building- those heels…

He knew that after that first kiss he couldn’t stay away..no matter how much he tried- and he really tried -to avoid you and those stupid, lustful feelings. You were practically his boss, for fucks sake. So, He ended up kissing you again a week after.

You kissed back, surprising both yourself and him, and you ended up (dragging) bringing him back to your room which ended in the best lay of both of your lives.

From there, he was addicted to you. He stopped seeing other girls and found himself at your door more nights than most.

You enjoyed it more than you’d like to admit. He was annoying and a loudmouth hothead but fuck, he was good in bed. So you let him come back. And you let him do anything to you the same way he let you do anything to him.

You slowly started to see him more and more..not as a couple but as- as you put it, ‘secret fuck buddies.’ And he was more than fine with that.

You started hooking up wherever you could- in his room, in your room, the couch- the kitchen counter..and it felt so right every time. He’s never felt so good and so…in place.

About a month into the..relationship? FWB? You started to talk more. You talked alot already- but that was mostly through business or sue, you started to really talk.

He spoke to you about his parents- how his mom died when he was a kid, how you love your job but it stresses you out more than twice a day, your favourite food, his favourite band, you favourite animal- you spoke about anything and literally everything. For hours at a time- and you started to stay in bed with him for longer.

Normally you’d get up and get dressed and leave either after you’d finished or the second you woke up the morning after- unlike him who had himself a good nights rest and stayed in your bed for hours after during the day.

But one day- he woke up and you were still there..it made a fuzzy feeling inside light up and he’s never laid his head back down quicker- eager to keep you with him as long as possible. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

And from there- he couldn’t stop thinking about you. In the shower, at night, on missions, going for a fly across NYC, at family dinner while your sat across from him eating his cereal, watching tv, listening to the Beatles..

He couldn’t get away from you, honestly.

Two months in is when the public started to catch on, he told them he was ‘focusing on his career as a member of the fantastic four’ and they (somehow) believed him. He told his family about a girl. They all asked about her- someone who’d been able to keep him from sleeping around but he kept it on the down-low with Ben and Reed..

But he’s never been able to hide anything from his sister. He told sue about you the second she asked about it and she was more than happy about it. Her best friend and her brother- one of the most respectful and kind person she knows.

“I think I..genuinely like her..that’s weird, right?..I’ve never genuinely liked..anyone before.”

“…it’s not weird..” she whispered and smiled softly at him- trying not to cry. “My baby brothers falling in love-”

He groaned and was out of the room quickly- muttering about how gross she is.

He talked to her about it…and it didn’t take much for her to see that her brother has a huge crush on you.

The others figured it out fast enough- the way you’d disappear at the same time and magically reappear a couple of hours later. The way you started to smile just a little bit brighter when he walked into a room. The way he stopped sleeping around and started to look and talk to you more…Even Reed caught onto it.

Three months into it and you’d finally gone on a..somewhat date. Dinner- on the roof of the Baxter building. He had done it because he knew if he took you anywhere else you’d be bombarded with fans and press and paparazzi and that’s the last thing he wanted- for either of you.

Neither of you called it a date. Even though he wore his nice, black- button up shirt and you had the fanciest dress you had in your wardrobe on and even had a dance after to the record player he brought up in secret and then continued to go to his room and stay in his room for about two days after.

You’ve had three nights like it since..yet you’re still not “dating.”

You have a phone to your right ear, a radio in your left hand and your trying to speak to three people at once- your stressed.

And Johnny is not helping.

You walk down the hall- Johnny yapping in your ear next to you. “So- I was thinking, the next interview could be just us? Like- the most famous hero with the best manager. You know? Like- not us and sue or us and ben or us with Reed, or just you! Just us. Yeah-? Or maybe-”

You sigh and stop, turning to him. “Johnny. I am trying to get the team an interview with time magazine and I am trying to figure out what to do now that reeds viewings have gone down 27% in the last two weeks- so please…” you kiss your teeth with your lips awkwardly, the faint sound of a voice on the phone.

…

He nods once in understanding..he watches as you walk off. His eyes almost immediately go to your ass and how hot you look in that skirt- he really likes your skirts. He likes bending you over your desk and doing you- whilst you’re in your skirts.

He loves dropping to his knees on the floor in front of you, on the couch, and devouring you- whilst your in your skirts.

He smirks as he follows after you slowly, casually..he watches as you press the elevator button, tapping your heel impatiently against the marble flooring as you wait for the doors to open, closing the phone and shoving the antenna of it down, bringing the radio back to your mouth as your thumb presses the button. He loves watching you multi-task..it turns him on in a way nothing else ever has.

The doors open and you step in, turning and leaning against the wall, eyes closed in annoyance as he hears someone’s voice come through it. He slips in nonchalantly just as the doors go to shut and he smirks at you, leaning against the wall next to you, putting his hands in his pockets casually.

“Sorry ma’am-” the man’s voice calls through and you sigh. “You will be, just- let me know when you’ve sorted it out,” you take your thumb off the button and turn it in your hands, promptly taking off the back of it and taking out the batteries- shoving them into your blazer pocket.

“I work and live with idiots.” You grumble to him as you put the body of the radio in your other pocket.

“Uh-huh..” his eyes look to the top of the doors that tell him what floor they’re on- 19th. “Where you going?” He glances over at you and takes in how you’ve styled your hair..your so beautiful to him.

You press the 32nd button, sighing as you do. “32nd, I have a meeting with Reed and the Mayor about the team doing the ribbon cutting for the museum. Not that Reed wants to do it anyway-”

He suddenly feels giddy. That’s 13 floors- that means six minutes in the elevator. Alone. With you. “You seem stressed-” he turns to you, leaning his shoulder against the elevator. “Want me to help? Promise I won’t smudge your lipstick. Not on purpose, anyway- no promises.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh- “fine, but-”

The next thing you know, your back meets the other wall and his chest is pressed against yours. His hands roam your body- gripping at your hips, your thigh- going through your hair, as his lips move against yours desperately. It’s messy and obviously needy.

He moans softly into the kiss, both of his hands coming up to your hair- your own hands run up his chest to his neck, cupping the sides of it, as your tongue pushes past his teeth and into his mouth, his own shoves itself against yours- fighting for a dominance he knows he’s not getting.

He lets one of his knees go between your legs and you take the chance to grind yourself down against him, groaning into the kiss, as your hands move to tangle with his blonde locks- something you weren’t..too fussed on originally but grew on you the more time that your hands spent in it.

His right hand moves to your hair, pushing it back- out of your face, giving him enough room to cup the side of your face as he tilts his head and kisses you deeper. “Your so hot.” He whispers against your lips. “Says the human torch.” He grins as his left hand gently traces the end of your skirt where it stops at your lower thigh-

You grab his hand. “We don’t have many floors left.”

He begrudgingly leans back and looks towards the numbers- and almost whines when he sees your already on the 29th floor.

He looks back at you and raises an eyebrow when you giggle. He’s always loved your laugh- but not when you’re having an intense make-out sesh in the elevator with his knee there. “What?”

“You have-” you bring your hand to his bottom lip- “lipstick..” you smile as you wipe his lips. “Pink isn’t your colour, you should go for a red-”

Oh..he takes in what exactly your doing- your smile, the feeling of your skin against his and the way your looking at him. He realised now…that he loves you.

“Maybe a cherry? Or a flamey, orangey red to match your attitude-”

The past three months have been…everything to him and he gets why it’s felt so good now. Because he’s been with someone he loves. He slowly brings his knee away…

He dips his head down and kisses you again..but there’s no teeth against teeth or tongue smacking against tongue..only pure love- a love you’ve never noticed in him before.

He leans back just as you try to deepen it and he puts his head against yours. “You should fix your lipstick, I smudged it.” He kisses your cheek as the bell in the elevator dings, signalling the elevator is about to open.

He steps to the side, hiding behind the thinner wall and you run your thumb under and on top of your lips, attempting to fix your lipstick- your other hand fixes your hair and your quick enough that as the doors open, you look neutral..mostly- the only thing out of place was the flush of pink in your cheeks.

You smile and wink at him as you walk out, onto the marble flooring and towards the couches where the mayor and Reed are both sat- unaware of the man hiding in the elevator.

Later that night, after the teasing and kissing in the elevator, you ended up back in his bed.

His blue and white bedsheets cover the both of your naked bodies..your both on your sides, facing eachover, your eyes open and staring into his own.

…

He blinks- “shit!” You laugh and finally allow yourself to blink. “Ha! I fucking told you I never loose at staring contests.” He rolls his eyes and shoves his head into his pillow, making you laugh. “Don’t be a sore looser, blondie.” You smile and run your fingers through his hair, laughing again when he grumbles something about how he’s not a looser and he let you win.

“Yeah, sure you did.” You let yourself settle into his bed, playfully shoving him so he’s on his back and you put your head on his chest, your hands going to his upper stomach..He smiles and puts an arm around you, sighing happily.

After a moment or two he leans his head down and kisses the top of your head, letting his nose rest in your hair and he takes in your scent- just in case it’s the last time he’s able too after what he’s about to say..“I’m in love with you.” He whispers…he’s been wanting to say that for..awhile.

You go still..not tense- just..still. As if you’re taking in what exactly he’s just said to you. You slowly lean back, keeping one hand on his stomach as the other goes to the pillow next to his head, gentlu pushing down on the fabric. “I love you too..” you smile softly and tilt your head at him..“like, really though..you’ve been driving me insane for weeks..” you scan over his face, trying to see how he’ll react.

He smiles and looks into your eyes, bringing the hand that was around you to tuck some loose hair behind your ear..“yeah?” He whispers- leaning up towards you.

“Yeah.” You lean down at the same time and your lips meet his half-way..it’s slow and controlled and full of passion and trust..

He cups your cheek with one hand as he leans back, his eyes still closed. “Will you be..my official girlfriend?” He whispers, a playful nervous tone in his voice as he squeezes his eyes together and brings his free hand up to cross his fingers together, making you laugh.

“Yes, I will be your offical girlfriend.” You playfully smack his hand away and kiss him, both of your hands moving to his chest. He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you on top of him on the bed.

He’s never been happier than he is..right now.

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

Right in front of you..

Steve Harrington X Henderson!Reader.

You’ve been in love with Steve for years now..but he’s always been too busy worrying about Nancy wheeler to realise that- even if she has Jonathan now. But will a late-night trip to your local park shit-faced change that?..

Warnings: swearing, reader is the older sister of Dustin, slightly oblivious Steve, some drinking, smoking, mentions of the monsters/eleven, reader can drive, they’ve both graduated- set after season 3 but before season 4, reader knows about everything that’s gone on, drunkenness, drunken confession/confrontation, one mention of a boner.

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It’s late..you haven’t been out this late since before 1983, when Byer went missing- when you were younger and much more foolish than you are now. You’d be able to fight anyone that went for you, you’ve definitely faced worse, but that’s entirely besides the point..Hawkins is a weird place..you know that much.

You are totally and utterly in love with Steve Harrington. At first, you thought he was..a total dick. Wait- no, correction, he was a total dick. Someone you’d never even think about hanging out with and someone you know would rather die than hang out with someone like you. A Henderson and member of the DnD club.

You were the one who got your younger brother, Dustin, into the game after being a huge fan of it for years- you taught him everything he knows.

You only actually started talking to Steve after your first little run-in with the hellish monsters and he saved your life without a second thought.

Then, after graduating and maturing a little bit, he started to hang out with Dustin- which made you..suspicious at first- but when your brother came home happier than he’d ever been you realised maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was…

But then the feelings started.

Not long after he and Nancy broke up and he fought off Demodogs with you for the kids and found out more about the upside down with you and went though shitty trauma with him- you realised that he was..kinda cute. You started hanging out more just the two of you..

You realised you had a teeny-tiny crush on him after that and wanted to become something so much more than a friend to him.

But you knew you could never tell him- not that you didn’t make it obvious anyway -he’s always been hung up on Nancy.

It was always Nancy this, Nancy that- you knew he prayed on Jonathan’s downfall for days on end not long after they broke up.

Robin, who quickly became an extremely good friend to you, realised it straight away- and tried to convince you to ask him about but you kept saying no..you gave her a new, lame excuse every-time- excuses she rolled her eyes at and flipped you off for. You denied your feelings for him countless times- but she knew.

She saw how you looked at him in his scoops ahoy uniform for his first real job and she knew you found him even cuter..and that was when you realised yourself that you had fallen for him- and hard.

Because who the fuck finds a scoops ahoy uniform attractive?!

When you found the two- high as fuck after they were taken by the Russians, you were worried. You got them to the cinema and left for a couple of minutes to get some water- and they were gone when you got back..

You were going to tell Steve how you felt when he was stable and sober again because you almost lost him.

And you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if he died and you never told him how you truly felt.

When Robin told you later on- after the fighting and chaos had ended -what had happened with the drugs and the bathroom visit and how Steve admitted that he liked her..

Your heart broke a little bit. Because it just seemed like..he liked everyone but you. Nancy..Robin- who was very obviously a lesbian, anyone with two eyes and a brain would have been able to figure that one out.

So you gave up on trying to tell him and simply avoided him. Or tried to- Steve, the obvious idiot he was, didn’t know how to stop talking to you- even after you walked away from his conversations mid sentence.

When the Byers moved to California not long after July 4th, Steve saw this as a potential new chance to be with Nancy again- since Jonathan would be gone..

you were on the literal verge of telling him you felt when you heard his plan to ask Nancy about the long distance relationship...and you once again, gave up- telling yourself he’d never get over Nancy motherfucking Wheeler.

It’s been just over a year since you realised you liked Steve..and you’re almost certain he doesn’t and never will like you back.

Which is why your here, alone, sat on a swing in a small, grassy playground- a bottle of whiskey in your hand, sunglasses on your face. You don’t live far and your home alone got the next couple of days- and you’ve fought of monsters you’d only see in horror movies so who really cares?

You close your eyes as you lean your head against the metal swing hanger, taking a slightly sloppy sip of the drink as you do.

“Y/n?” You hear from a short distance away and turn turn your head slowly, the sunglasses on your nose sliding down slightly as you do..great! Just who you wanted to see..Harrington himself.

“What are you doing here?!” You sigh- “your the- fucking last person I wanna see!” You close your eyes and start thinking over all of your life decisions, pushing yourself further into the metal.

He stops in front of you..and you can see how shitty he looks- not as shitty as you but definitely shitty..wheeler again if you had to make a guess. “you’re drunk..and your obviously upset.” He sighs. You roll your eyes. “No shit.” You grumble, taking another sip of the drink..

You expect him to ridicule you or give you the same lecture on how alcohol is bad for you that you get every time..but your suprised when he sits down on the swing next to you and holds his hand out for the drink. You raise an eyebrow..but comply- handing him the whiskey.

He takes a large sip and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand in silence.

..you sigh and look over at him. You know for a fact it has something to do with her. And you can’t blame him to be honest..she’s pretty..but you just wish he’d see that you weren’t all bad too.

“Nancy-” he starts but you can’t..you just can’t- you groan. “Don’t. God- im begging- I don’t give a fuck about wheeler. Not right now.”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he turns to you, still on the swing- “what?”

“You go on and on and onononon- about Wheeler but nobody cares! She doesn’t like you, Steve- she probably never did, ok? And there are- so many other options out there! If your just open your eyes for once!” You snatch back the drink, pouting at him as you talk before taking a large swig of it.

“…right..” he says quietly, turning back so he’s having forwards. You sigh- rubbing your head with your free hand. “okay, I’m sorry..that was mean..”

“No, you’re right..” he sniffles awkwardly and shrugs, shifting slightly on the rubber.

“I..I know you’ve always wanted her to be your childhood sweetheart. You want the wife, the house the kids..but Nancy isn’t that type of girl. And she loves Jonathan, you know she does. I’m sick of seeing you try and ruin that for her- she’s happy with him. Even if he is halfway across the country.” You take a small sip of the drink. “She isn’t your soulmate. Never has been.”

He nods slowly, reaching out for the drink. You pass him it and grab harshly onto the fabric of your pant..

“I know that..but she was..”

“I know.” You close your eyes. “But you need to see that sometimes..the thing- or person -you truly need..is right in front of you. Not with another guy.” You take off your sunglasses as you spin the seat to face him slightly, your eyes meeting his.

He stares at you..and you can hear the gears turning in his head-

“You need to get over her.” You move closer to him, the swing creaks slightly as you do. “And fast before all those pretty features disappear and that hair goes grey.” You smile teasingly. “Your..so beautiful. And you deserve someone who’ll see that..like I do.” You tuck some hair behind his ear, scanning over his features.

His lips part slightly and he lets himself admire you, his eyes looking over your hair and your lips..since when did your lips look so kissable?

“And you need a haircut.” You lean in and kiss his cheek, playfully running your hair through those soft fucking locks as you stand up, putting the glasses back over your eyes. “Call me, alright?” You walk towards the path to your right, one that takes you on the road home.

His cheeks burn as you kiss him, his whole body tensing and lighting up at the gesture. And when you run your fingers through his hair he has to stop himself from moving into the touch-

He brings his hand to his cheek as he watches you walk away, his eyes on the back of your head..why did he like that so much? “Need me to walk you home-?” He calls out weakly..too weak.

“No!” You call back quickly, opening the gate and walking out of the park.

He spends the next two days working at the Family Video- deep in thought. He’s accidentally put the horror movies in the kids sections twice now- and the love movies in the documentaries section three times..robins called him a dunce more times during the last two shifts than she ever has..ever.

“Okay, what’s up?” She stops him before he can grab a single dvd. “Is it your dad?” Steve furrows his eyebrows slightly- “nothings up.” Robin gives him a- don’t lie to me face. “Your mom then?” He shakes his head- “a girl?” Steve’s lips part slightly and he goes to say something but leans back and scoffs- “what?..no-” Robin sighs.

“It’s Nancy again- what did I say about seeing her again?! You always come back depressed-”

“It’s not. It’s not Nancy this time…surprisingly.” He admits as he walks past Robin, snatching the dvds as he does.

“What?..then who? Bad date?” She follows him.

“No..” he shrugs. “It’s nothing-” he stops at the family friendly section.

“Bullshit. It’s something- you haven’t been this weird in ages- and those are romance.” She grabs his shoulders and turns him towards the love section.

He rolls his eyes and walks. “Fine- it’s yeah, okay I’ll admit it- it’s something..well- someone..a girl..”

“Do I know this girl?” She raises her eyebrows in question, leaning on the stand next to where he’s stacking. “Yes, you know her..”

Robin thinks for a moment or two- and Steve swears he can see the gears slowly turning in her head.

“It’s y/n..what’s got you- nervous about her? There’s nothing up with her- what would possibly be up with y/n?” She covers her mouth with her hands, staring at Steve with obvious anxiety.

“Nothing- we just..I saw her at the park a couple of days ago and she was drinking- I drank a lil’ bit with her- and she just..seemed..different.”

“Different how?” She says desperately, her finger beginning to tap on the shelf.

“Like..she was telling me to get over Nancy and that there’s someone who wants me right in front of me- and I’d see that if I opened my eyes?..then she kinda kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair as she left.” He shrugs, scoffing slightly as he does. “It just..got me thinking.”

Robins eyes widen slightly and she brings both of her hands in front of her, her fingers put together in slight shock. “Thinking..what?” She gives him..a look. One Steve hadn’t seen in awhile.

…

“I don’t know-”

“Oh my god, you’re a dumbass.” She says in disbelief. How can he not see what the fucks happening?!

“Okay! So- I’m thinking- maybe..y/n..is kinda hot. But not in like- a weird way! She’s just a friend-”

Robins eyes close in pure rage..“just a friend? You think it’s normal to think one of your best friends is hot?..”

“Yeah..maybe- I don’t know! I was just- into it!” He walks towards the counter. “Like- weirdly into it.”

“You don’t think that’s a sign?! That maybe- she isn’t just a friend?! Not anymore-” Steve groans and puts his elbows on the top of the counter, his hands going to hide in his hands.

“I..” he shrugs and rubs his eyes, looking up at a..feather emotional Robin. “I don’t know, man..”

Just then..the doors bell goes, snapping them both out of the friend/not friend situation at the sight of a customer.

Steve thinks about you all day- pondering and blushing at times, realising things he’s never realised before- the way you smile when your favourite song comes on the radio of your car, the way you like to mess and play DnD with the kids, the way you don’t hesitate to offer him and Robin a ride to work when his car breaks down- the way you shove your hair out of your face rather then gently tuck it-

It’s safe to say that by the end of his shift, he was puzzled…and he had gained a..somewhat crush on you? He doesn’t know!

He went to bed and literally dreamed about the way you had kissed him. And that was his last straw- waiting up with a problem at 3:00 in the morning was not on his agenda.

For the next two days he dreams and thinks about and smiles at just the thought of you. He can’t fucking function without something reminding him of you-

He’s at the store? He sees your favourite drink. Hes looking for a film to watch on Saturday? Your favourite movies playing at the cinema.

He never noticed these things..because he wasn’t paying attention to- oh….

What was right in front of him. You! You were right in front of him- oh Robin was right, he is a dumbass.

He sees you the next day, he asked you to meet him after work at the diner just across from family video. Obviously, you did- how could you not?!

It’s how you end up awkwardly sat in front of Steve, sipping a smoothie out of a colourful, bendy, straw whilst he finishes off his fries, pushing his plate to the side as he does. “Your probably wondering why I wanted to talk to you-”

“There wasn’t much talking going on.” You say, eyeing the plate that had two burgers and countless fries on it about five minutes ago. “But whatever.”

“Right- well, it’s about the other day…”

You sigh. “Look, I’m sorry. I was drunk and tired and..just- out of it.”

“Yeah- yeahyeah..but..I..” he lets out a small noise and takes a sip of his own smoothie to calm himself down. “I liked it. What happened.”

…

Your heart pounds faster and your palms get sweaty. “The drinking? The swings?..”

“That kiss..and when you touched my hair-” your breath hitches. “And I..I’ve realised that you’re actually kinda hot- but like- not in a weird way! And I- I was thinking, if you found me hot too we could go out! But not like this-! On a real date..us. Because I’ve been thinking about you- and I haven’t been able to get you off my mind-”

You could pass out..you tense up on your side of the booth and stare. You- just stare..

“Well?” He looks at you for a couple of seconds, he’s obviously nervous..

Is this it?..has he finally realised that you could treat him better than Nancy ever has or will..that you can make him happy and that your fucking in love with him after almost two years of pinning?

“Yes- we- I…yes, I would fucking- love that. Yeah- just us..no Nancy talk- or Jonathan..” you laugh in slight disbelief and nod. “You- don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

He smiles- “yeah?…yeah- cool..I’d love that too.”

When the two of you got back into his car, you made out for a good half-hour and had your official first date the Friday after. And from there, Nancy was practically gone. He barely thought about her anymore and when he did it was only when someone else mentioned her. You’ve managed to do in three days what Robin had been trying to do for over six months.

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

0•°• Have we met before? •°•0

Edmund sees a girl who looks just like someone from his time Narnia- one he loved but sadley passed away. So it can’t be her..right?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of war, reader was a witch, reincarnation, mentions of vomit- ON READERS SHOES, reader is a rambler.

I will fall in love with you, over and over again.

In Narnia, Edmund had fallen in love with a woman.

He fell in love with you. You were a healing witch and you often helped with most of his and his siblings wounds and cuts.

You quickly became a family friend and witches weren’t seen as evil as much as they were after the white witches ruling.

You were one of the only people who were able to clock him when he was being ‘a brat’ as you called him and point out his siblings on their mistakes and wrong-doings with no consequences and because of that it made him better rules.

He was..hesitant at first. Extremely so- the witch he first met when he arrived in Narnia left a huge impression on him..

He always thought witches were supposed ugly- vomit green skin with warts and large noses on them..but you? You were the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. It was pretty much love at first sight for him.

For you..at first anyway, he was an annoying king whose life goal was irritating you. He’d ask you question after question on witchcraft and hoe you learnt to cast so many spells- what spells you could cast, how powerful they were..

But over the time you spent together you realised how..pretty he was. And how fair he was- he always seemed to live up to his name as the just king..

You fell in love with him after 4 years, yes, but it took him 4 hours.

He fought and almost died in wars with you and travelled on the dawn treader with you, you both faces all sorts of oppositions. You shared many..exciting nights together and danced and kissed as the snow fell on you both..

But he lost you. Days before he left Narnia you died, you died in his arms after saving Lucy- and his heart was crushed. Its most of the reason why he couldn’t stay in Narnia- even after being asked my Aslan himself.

He couldn’t be somewhere so..full of you. Everytime it snowed he thought of you and grieved harder..he closed himself of to his siblings for weeks after.

He blamed himself..if he had been faster or he had noticed you were hurt sooner..maybe he would have saved you and he would have been able to call you his queen as he continued to rule..

Lucy was the same, she spent many years with you and saw you as a sister. So they gave the throne officially to Caspian and left.

He’s now back in England, in the local library looking for a book on Shakespeare for school. It’s winter. So it’s cold, icy, slippy and overall just annoying.

And every snowflake that falls onto his skin is another reminder of you.

He has one year left until he can graduate and he needs to work extremely hard if he wants to leave next year after spending so many previous years daydreaming in his classes about witches and lions and wars.

He fixes the bag on his hip as he walks slowly down an aisle, praying that the book (Macbeth) he needs is here. He was supposed to get it last week but he was busy with a part-time job he took on- one delivering newspapers.

He sighs when he gets to the end and turns to the shelf behind him. He lets his eyes go over the first two..before he gets to a gap. He mindlessly looks through the gap but stops when he sees a woman..her back to him- but she’s reaching for Macbeth! There it is- he quickly walks around the shelf, walking towards her quickly.

“Excuse me, sorry- I really need that book for school- I was supposed to-” the girl turns to face him and he freezes..he just- goes completely still.

Looking into his eyes?..it’s you.

“Sorry?” You raise your eyebrows to him in question and bring the book to your chest..

His breath hitches in his throat..“Y/n?” He practically pants- his behaving heavy and uneven. He takes a quick step forward and hugs you..tightly,

Your eyes widen and you pat his back a couple of times with your free hand. “How do you..know my name?” His eyebrows furrow in confusion- he leans back, scanning over your face, making sure it is really you- same freckles, marks, eyes, nose- hair..

“Y/n..I-..are you having a laugh?” He stared at you with those big, brown eyes..you give him a small smile. “Have we met before..? You look- oddly familiar. What school do you go to?”

He wants to laugh and die and cry and kiss you and hug you all at once..because what do you mean you don’t recognise him?

“Hendon House Boarding School.” He says it quickly- and you almost don’t catch it.

“Oh- same! You’ve probably seen me in the hall or class or something…who exactly are you?” He takes in what’s actually going on…it’s you. But it isn’t you. With the same name, appearance- and from what he can tell, personality…

“Edmund.” He whispers- before he clears his through. “Edmund.” He says it properly. “Pevensie. is school..the only place you know me from?” He leans against the shelf and stares into your eyes.

“I..think so? Unless you go to church on Sundays? I go to the one up north- my mother takes me.” He knows about the north church/ it’s where the richer people go..

His heart breaks just a little bit..you truly..don’t remember him..“I go to the one..south. With my sister..what was it you needed?..”

“Book..” He practically goes limp against the books. Is this supposed to be a joke? Did Aslan send you to be with him? Did you make some sick deal with the devil to see him again?

“Are you alright?” You tilt your head slightly, narrowing your eyes playfully at him. “Is the knowledge around you too much for you?” You joke..

He scoffs gently- not having the energy or emotion to laugh right now, tears about to burst from his eyes. “I’m fine..yeah- I know you from school..sorry.” He walks past you, back down the aisle. His heart is pounding in his chest and he feels like he can’t breathe. He feels sick.

He swings the door open and walks out, into the cold weather- the sight of all the snow doesn’t make him feel better at all- in fact, it only adds to the pain. All the memories and feelings and nights together- he stumbles down the street like a drunk man.

“Hey-” he feels a hand on his shoulder. “You look pale-” he turns- sees you..and throws up..right on your shoes and on his scarf.

You close your eyes and bring your lips in to kiss your teeth..“wow..” you whisper as you very slowly look down to your shoes.

“I’m- fuck, I’m so sorry..” he looks like shit..“I- I’m sorry-” you gently take his arm and lead him back towards the library, in and through the shelves as fast as you can. You stop him at the bathroom. “Go..clean up.” You hesitantly take off his scarf. “You need to..yeah- just go clean up.”

He nods and walks into the bathroom. He immediately stops in front of one of the sink and splashes water quickly onto his face- he’s a fucking idiot. He pants as he stares at himself- seeing the slight bit of sick on his shirt and how pathetic he must have looked just now..

He doesn’t come out for a good five minutes- expecting you to have left..but his heart drops when he sees you stood there awkwardly, book in hand and the scarf that was around your neck now in your hands.

“Hey-” you perk up a little bit when you see him. “Edmund. That is your name, right?...” You smile nervously. He nods..

“What are you doing?..” he says in the saddest, smallest voice you’ve ever seen. “Well- you threw up on my Leather Oxfords..thought I’d see if you were ok..” you shrug..

“I’m fine, thank you- I must be..coming down with something.” You nod slowly and look to the sick on his shirt. “Here-” you hold out your scarf. “You..really need it.” He looks from the scarf to you- then the scarf again. “What? I can’t take your scarf-”

“I’m giving it to you- there’s a difference.” You shrug and throw it at him- making him catch it against his chest. “Oh- and give you the book- you must really want it. If you threw up on me to get it.” You joke and hold out Macbeth.

His breath hitches as he feels the fabric between his fingers..he has the urge to bring it to his nose- to see if you smell as good as you did..there.

“Thank you.” He says gently, taking the book with his free hand. “Really..”

“It’s no problem.. I take it you only want it for the English assessment? On Friday? I had my notes ready last week-” he lets out a small laugh at that. “I had work..” he shrugs.

“Right..makes sense. You’ll love it, though- i did, my favourites are the witches. They’re always up to something and they are all for the downfall of men- and the uprising of women, something I agree with.” You joke and tuck some hair behind his ear. “I love lady Macbeth too- she was so-” you ramble on for about 3 minutes..

And he listens to every. Single. Word. You. Say. He’s missed your voice so fucking much. There’s a hint of pain in his chest but…butterflies in his stomach.

“Oh- the scarf- you could..meet me one day. At a diner or something? To give me it back..and I can even give you my notes” It’s obvious what you’re implying..a date. “If not, you can keep it- I don’t care for it much anyway-”

The two of you didn’t bother with dates back in Narnia. When you told him you loved him he kissed you and from there you were just..together. Not that you’d know that.

“Yes.” He cuts you off with a swift nod- “yes, please..Friday? After school?”

He knows that..this is his last chance. For some reason he’s been blessed by god to have you, to be with you- really with you. Without the king and witch thing. He can be a person with you, an uninteresting nobody with him. And this time he really won’t let you get hurt. No mater how bad the war goes or how sick either of you get.

“Friday. 4:15. That cafe down the road.” Your cheeks flush slightly as he nods- agreeing to the date, wrapping your jacket further over yourself as you walk towards the door.

He takes a deep breath when you leave and he smiles, tilting his head back to look up- mentally thanking anyone who’ll listen that he has another shot at life with you.

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Feelings..

You and Bucky have been hooking up for a couple of months now as ‘new-avengers.’ But he wants something more than that.

Warnings: kissing, mentions of sex, jealousy, soft Bucky, mentions of the 40s, use of doll.

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Being friends with benifits with Bucky is sometimes hard..and interesting. Very interesting.

You were Tony starks younger sister before he passed and you were very well known as a “wild child” growing up- on the front page of every fashion, scandal and gossip magazine in New York. A real life Serena Woodsen.

You met Bucky years back through Steve when you took his side over your brothers during the argument over the Sokovia Accords and got close to him during your years on the run.

After decided to help him out with ‘bob’ your now one of the most well known new avengers.

He’s always had a thing for you..you’ve always had a thing for him. Neither of you ever acted on it- it’s always been too difficult..or not the right time. And it’s true- it was never the right time, not fully..

Until about six months ago. You were both sent on a small mission in Russia to collect some HYDRA records and it ended up with the two of you stuck in a stupidly small cabin overnight because of a snowstorm.

The tension was hot and heavy and all it took was one small look for that tension to completely burst into flames and him to kiss you.

And that kiss turned into you both absolutely destroying eachover on the couch, the fire lit up and clothes scattered around the room.

In the 6 months that came after, he slowly warmed up to you more and more to you and he got more and more comfortable with hooking up with you.

You were able to take care of eachover in multiple ways without having any “feelings”..no, his life was far too busy and messy for that, and so was yours at the end of the day. It was a way of the both of you to get some release of pent up frustration.

So at least once a week is the time for the two of you to just go at it like rabbits- quick and needy, headboard banging and music blasting.

Everyone knows of course, Walker bangs on the wall every night and screams at the two of you to shut up- Yelena complains the next day and Bob avoids eye contact constantly.

Alexi and Ava have no idea what it’s like, them being three floors down- but it’s hell for the others.

The two of you have always agreed that it would be a ‘no feelings attached’ situation. You’d both stay loyal to eachover but there would be little to no dates and you have a safe word and you don’t make eachover do anything..

But the thing is, he’s started to catch some of those feelings he definitely shouldn’t be feeling.

He’s gotten protective and somewhat jealous when he sees the workers in the tower fawn and trip over their feet trying to talk to you and he started to stay in bed with you after your encounters and actually talk to you..about anything and everything really. And you talk back most of the time- about your life growing up as a stark.

He’s started to fall for you..

And he’s pretty sure you’re stating to catch on..he’s not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing. He sees how you narrow your eyes at him when you catch him staring- how you tense up when he wraps his arms around you rather than getting changed…

It’s really not his fault, he hasn’t gotten any in (literal) decades and then you came out of nowhere- you threw yourself at him..

It’s 7:30 on a Saturday, your happily making out with him as you lead Bucky into your room when he leans back- “wait a sec doll-” He let out a surprised moan as you kiss him again quickly, cutting him off.

He leans back again. “wait-“ He puts his hands on your shoulders. “why don’t we- watch a movie or something?..” He raises his eyebrows in a gentle question as he looks down at you. “We can watch that one you like- with the guy-”

“A movie?..” you question in slightly confusion- more so annoyance. “You have a girl- making out with you in her rooms and you wanna watch a movie?”

He shrugs and moves his hands to your sides. “Yeah..it’s late- I don’t want walker to go through with the murder plan he’s been working on.” He jokes, a small smile on his face as he stares into your eyes..

“..we’ve never cared about John before..I’m normally in then out in less than an hour.” You narrow your eyes slightly. “Well maybe I want that to change?” He brings his flesh hand up to tuck some loose hair behind your left ear.

You stay still, eyeing him suspiciously…

“So..wait- change how?” You bring your hand to his and gently bring it away from your face.

“I mean..we don’t just fuck anymore. We actually do things together- like watch more movies together.” he motions to your tv. “And go for dinner..and train together..just us- doing things.” He brings his hand back too your side and pulls you closer to him, your chest against his..

“What, like a couple?” You snicker, not taking him seriously at all..

He just..stares for a moment..“yeah. A couple.” He confirms..it makes your heart drop a little…but you’re not sure if it’s in a good way or bad. 

“I havent..done anything with anyone since the 40s..not even 40s- 30s. Ok? It’s been..awhile. And I care about you..a lot.” He brings both of his hands to your face and he lets his human thumb rub gently across the skin just below your eye. “And that’s not just my dick talking, I promise.” He jokes gently..

You let out a small, nervous laugh- “Buck..” you sigh softly. “You’ve caught feelingsss~” you say in a sing-song voice that makes him close his eyes, a smile appearing on his face. “Yes, I have. Okay?..”

You bite the inside of your lip, contemplating for a couple of moments.

“I’ll watch a couple of movies with you…and go to dinner- train..and do things.” You mock his words, watching his smile widen slowly as you speak.

“Yeah?” His hold tightens very slightly, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yes.” You nod and lean up, kissing him with everything you’ve got. He wraps his arms around your waist and spins you as he kisses you back, just as desperately. “Good.” He mutters against your lips as he gently places you down back on the floor.

“Good- fantastic.” He grabs your hand and spins you out then brings you fully back into him, his hands wrapping around you tightly. You laugh and let your hands meet his shoulders, running them along the back of his neck until they meet the ends of the back of his hair.

“Tomorrow, 6:30. Dinner..” he says it like a promise.. “I’m gonna make up for lost time..”

“Yeah, 6 months worth.” You smile and playfully tug his hair..

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Folks ‘N’ Cloaks.

The shop over the street- at it again!

Fred and George Weasley have been competing with the new shop that opened just across the street for months now. It’s a very successful business- they’ll give it that and George has a lot of respect for the father flirtatious woman who owns it…Fred- not so much.

Warnings: beefing, flirty reader, competing for customers, reader owns a clothing store- Folks ‘N’ Cloaks, Fred ends up falling for reader.

Fred is going about his shop- putting sweets in their respective places, pranks on shelves -as usual. He’s now 25 and one of the most successful shop owners, alongside his brother, in diagon alley. George has recently gotten engaged and he’s happy, the war ended three years ago and his head is fully healed- only a small scar lay a reminder..it’s safe to say that almost nothing is going wrong..

Almost.

You’ve been irritating and flirting with Fred for weeks now. You’re someone who opened a..very popular and (he’ll admit) stylish shop, just across from his own. Folks ‘N’ Cloaks. The kids love it, the adults love how cheap some of the school uniforms can be and how cool the shop looked from the outside and in..it’s become one of the top places for first and second years to go to.

he knew you went to Hogwarts with him- just a year down and you were apparently a good student- with your own flaws of course..he’s always found you and your confidence attractive.

He’s not..irritated because of how..good your shop is. But- not that he’d admit it to anyone else, he was jealous. You opened about a month ago and you already have the same amount of customers that he had after a year.

He’s spoken to you maybe once in Hogwarts and twice since you opened the shop…both of those times you’ve been able to match his wit in the most irritating way possible. Been able to mock him and take the mocking he gives you from what he’s seen..

You irritate him most of the time..when you look over at him- so smug every time you take money off a customer..the way you smirk and wink at him every time he walks past your shop to go to his brothers apartment just up the road..how you seem to always have more customers than him..

George has told him multiple times- “you need to actually have a conversation with her, she’s actually good fun when you get to know her.” And every time he’s refused.

The twins are both working on the first floor of the shop. It’s a quiet day- it being the start of the week and all. Fred is stood at the window, glaring out of it.

George stops next to him, an unamused look on his face. “what are we lookin’ at?”

He looks around for a moment or two- before his eyes lock onto your shop. It stands our in the most perfect way possible- mannequins and dresses and skirts in the windows, the name written in bold, fancy, letters above the door- the elegance that shines from it is a stark contrast to the gloomy, dark coloured, diagon alley.

“The shop over the street- at it again! Look at how smug she looks- welcoming customers and smiling at them and taking their money..” he scoffs..but his cheeks flush slightly when you give the customer a warm, genuine, smile. Sometimes he’s happy the front window of your shop is in direct line of the till your normally stood at.

“I’m pretty sure that’s her job, Freddie.” George says sarcastically, walking towards the counter to grab a box from under it.

“I’m gonna work on those papers mr. Floop sent you about the fireworks, make sure to stack these frogs.” George calls over to him as he walks towards their shared office. “Okay, just tell me what he’s been saying! If we get another complain I’ll go mad..”

“Don’t state at y/n all day.” Fred rolls his eyes- “wanker.” George snickers in response and closes the door behind him.

Fred mutters in annoyance to himself as he walks towards the box- “stupid, perfect face- her weird nose..pretty eyes..”

He looks over when he hears the small bell above the door ring- signalling someone coming in. It’s mid-day Monday so it’s odd for anyone to be in his shop..

He sighs when he sees you..

You’ve made it your mission to “pop in” every now and then to check in on (gloat to) him and George.

You smile and lean against the counter, looking him up and down. “Hey handsome. It’s spacious in here.” You look around- smirking at the sheer emptiness of the shop. “I have three people working at the minute, can’t seem to catch more than a five minute break.”

He closes his eyes in annoyance. “It’s a Monday during school term, of course it’s empty.” He walks past you with a box in hand, full of chocolate frogs and rock sweets on sticks that make your tounge go multi-coloured. “How do you even know it’s me- I could be here for all you know.”

“You have a fiery, confident aura George seems to be missing.” You turn on your heel and follow him almost immediately, you love getting on his nerves. One of the highlights of your week if your being honest.

“How did you even get over here so quick? You were at the till five seconds ago.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You were watching me, then?” You wiggle your eyebrows playfully up at him, checking him out as you do. His cheeks go red- “you wish. I just happened to notice you.” It’s obvious you dont believe a word he’s saying and it makes him eternally die.

God, what are you doing to him? Back at Hogwarts it the girls used to pretend to be oblivious to his dieting and looks- they used to act innocent and stupid..but your shameless, you want him to see how much you want him and you want to see him flustered.

“I take it business isn’t booming lately then?”

You lean against the middle of the shelf he stops at, putting the tins in a neat orderly fashion along one of them. He ignores your presence at first- until he gets to where the side of your shoulder blocks him any further.

“What exactly do you want?” He rests the box on one hip, looking down into your eyes- his body just in-front of and next to yours. He didn’t serve and almost die in the war for this.

“One date?” You shrug casually. “The tension is honestly mad-” you don’t miss the way his cheeks flush slightly and he decides to completely miss out the section of the shelf your leant against- continuing to stack on just pass you.

You’re not an idiot. You know how attractive Fred is- you’d be a fool not to. And when he’s not being a dick he’s actually somewhat nice..and it’s obvious he has something for you- not just hatred.

“You know you want too.” You turn your head to watch as he continues to work..“we can get food- dinner, split the bill- get dessert..maybe end up at one of our shops afterwards..don’t tell me that doesn’t appeal to you.” He can tell your being half serious with what you say…it makes his heart pound.

He sighs and stops..he HAS always found you attractive and what’s one date with a pretty girl? Plus it could be a good way to shit you up..yeah- shut you up. Thats all this is..

“Fine..one date.” He grumbles. “Saturday, 7:20, meet me here.” He walks past you- a smug smirk appearing on his face when he hears your breath hitch at his words.

“Wait, really-?!” You shout suspiciously over to where he’s going up the stairs. “Yeah, really.” He shrugs as he turns the corner, disappearing behind a couple of stands..you smirk and shout- “See you Saturday!” Before walking towards the door and leaving.

After hearing the bell then the small thud of the door closing, Fred runs towards the stairs once again and towards the office where his brother is working- he has to tell him the good news about the inconvenience.

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Sleeping with the enemy

Tangerines starting to think that..maybe you’re not all bad like he thought you were. So when you wake up next to him…again, he decides to finally ask you on a real date. Not just sleeping together or making out..something real.

Warnings: nakedness, swearing, soft tan, hes told reader his real name (Aaron), he falls first he falls harder, kissing, dirty thoughts.

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You and Tangerine both have completely different opinions on what the assassin work should be. He has multiple handlers, you’ve had the same one since you were 19 when you started your..work.

The two of you have been going face to face for years now- arguing, fighting, shooting- attempting to kill. To say you’ve always hated eachover is an understatement.

You’re both the best of the best- famous for your own jobs here and there, Italy, Bolivia, Greece, Brazil..and on all of those jobs, you’ve seen eachover and it’s led to an argument. That was until..Paris.

The city of love lived up to his reputation that night- the way you dragged him into your cheap hotel room, the way you shoved eachovers clothes off, the way he kissed you- the way you left nothing but a small note and his empty wallet behind the morning after..his only complain was how the note didn’t have your number on it.

It’s been years since that night and the two of you have always had that..‘flame’- that fire that ignites when you make contact. There were some nights, after fighting each-over and others and getting hurt or almost killed, that you’d just make out and love eachover all night long..he’s gotten more than enough anxious phones calls from lemon over how long he’s sometimes gone for.

In that time you’ve learnt how to please each-over. He told you his name, you told him yours. You slowly started stealing less from him..but one thing you’ve managed to truly capture? His heart..You’ve both gotten used to not leaving the second your changed which has slowly gotten you talking more.

You’re both in your 30s now. Your laying naked in a bed in Spain, sun seeps through the small gap in the red, closed, curtains that match the red bedding. There’s two empty glasses of wine on his bedside table- a half empty bottle next to them, clothes scattered around the floor..

You wake up with a groan, turning towards the warmth just behind you. “Hey, A..” you grumble into his chest, smiling as he places a kiss on your head.“Ello’..” you could moan at how hot his morning voice is. He drives you crazy sometimes- in the best and worst ways possible, of course. “Morning, luv.” He whispers. “Morning, handsome.” You say quietly as you smile..

“Time?” You whisper..your legs are tangled with his and your bodies are almost touching..

He hates hearing that word from you. He knows that- when it gets to a certain time, you need to leave for a flight or a bus or get a taxi or get a train…

He leans back slightly to look to his wrist, narrowing his eyes sleepily at it. “9:37.” He collapses back into you, bringing you closer towards him, closing his eyes.

“I have half an hour..basically twenty minutes.” You sigh and he frowns. “Fuck of.” He mutters playfully, holding you slightly tighter, his hand slowly travelling over your hip..

You laugh softly and put your head gently against his. “Don’t start..I really need to go this time-” he all but groans. “Ye’ said tha’ last time.” You smirk. “And I’m saying it again now..” he opens his eyes, those beautiful blue globes bare into yours..“right-” you lean down and peck his lips. “You’ll live.” You smirk.

..“can I ask ya’ somethin’” he shifts slightly, the nervousness on his face painfully obvious. You hum and nod gently. “Why don’t we..do somethin’. Togetha’..not in bed or anythin’- like, outside ‘a’ work..” he shrugs casually, avoiding eye contact.

You smirk knowingly..“like a..?” You egg him on, raising an amused eyebrow at him. It’s rare you see Aaron so..scared?..

“Like a..date?...” He mumbles, looking at you finally..his hand goes still on your hip as he prays to anyone that’s listening that you won’t hate him or avoid him or stop sleeping with him after this..he’s asked you countless times to do something outside of the bedroom..you’ve always said no..

“A date, huh? A real date? Dress, nails- hair..dinner? Not just you ripping my favourite pair of knickers?” You’re obviously mocking him and it makes him roll his eyes and turn, shoving his head into the pillow. “Forget it. It was stupid-”

You laugh- “no- Nono, I’m sorry- yes, I would love to go out with you, A..” you reassure, playing and gently tugging at his hair to lift his head.

He lets you and smiles. “Yeah?..after 7 years of me beggin’ you’re finally giving me a chance?”

You think for a moment or two..“yeah. Yeah, I am.” You smile..“I would love to.”

…he practically jumps on you, his chest down against yours and his lips smashed against yours, you smile and kiss him back, hands slipping up his neck towards his hair. “Good.” He mumbles against your lips, not even an inch away. “Saturday?” He whispers huskily..you nod- panting against him. “Saturday.”

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‘Do you realise?’

Adam warlock slowly realising he has feelings for you, the loving teacher of knowhere, through the music you give him- via ‘peters Walkman’ and getting you a classroom.

Warnings: reader is female, swearing, he listens to all sorts of ‘love’ songs, oblivious reader, reader sees (saw) Peter as an older brother, reader was took in by yondu when she was much younger, reader is an og and now retired guardian, use of y/n.

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Adam joined the guardians not too long ago now and Peter and mantis left around the same time, maybe six months now. It’s been hard without your brother- who isn’t your brother but he still is at the same time. He always has been, the same way Yondu was like a dad to you. And you were just starting to see Mantis in the same sibling light.

You got very close to rocket over the years- and that is why you ended up being the one to stab and basically defeat Adam when he first got to knowhere and he was..oddly attracted to it.

After going back for the last picture of you, Peter and Yondu- one you took when you were much younger -from the (literally) exploding planet and almost dying, he was the one who flew out and got you- despite hurting him so much -and held you in his arms as he flew you back to your ship..

You opened your eyes and they met his..and you realised that maybe he wasn’t too bad. You took in how he looked above you and it made you feel things it definitely shouldn’t have- as you panted and coughed for air of course.

You quite the guardians not too long ago to officially become a teacher. It’s something you did for some of the..dumber scavengers before you joined the guardian’s when you were much younger and you had a real passion for it. So you volunteered to teach them thinks about knowhere and the galaxy and different places..

your stood on the railing/stairway just outside of your room, it overlooks most of knowhere because of how high up it is. The stars above you shine bright and the music plays softly in your ears- ‘do you realise..that you have the most beautiful face?’ You tap your finger against the railing with every beat.

your zoned out as you stare at the empty streets- it’s the only time it actually is empty..but you jump though when you feel someone gently tap you-

“Oh shit-” you turn, grabbing the headphones from the Walkman and moving them around your neck instead of your ears, the song still going. ‘Do you realise..we’re floating in space?’

“Adam.” You relax slightly at the sight of the golden man, hand moving to your Walkman to stop the music. “What are you doing up here?” You tilt your head slightly- furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, they gave him a room about four floors down, not up here near you.

He smiles slightly- “sorry. I just- I saw you with that on..what is it?” He narrows his eyes at the device on your hip, crossing his arms over his chest..

“Oh-” you look to it too and take off your headphones- “it’s peters old Walkman. He gave it to me when I joined- to make me feel better about being away from home…it plays music.” you move closer to him, bringing them up and towards his ears-

He impulsively grabs your wrists before you can touch him- his eyes baring into yours. “What are you doing?” He looks to the black and orange headphones your holding.

“Trust me.” You smile gently, looking into his golden eyes youve grown to love like so much.

He slowly lets go of your hands- a hint of hesitation in his face..he lets you place the headphones on his head, over his own ears..

“Okay- it might be a little loud, but that’s how it’s supposed to be.” You warn and he nods slowly, watching as you turn on the music-

‘That happiness makes you cry? Do you realise..that everyone you know…will die?’ It continues on from where you stopped it..

His eyes widen slightly but he doesn’t flinch or move back- just lets himself get lost in the music..

‘And instead of saying all of your goodbyes..let them know you realise that life goes fast. It’s hard to make the good things last..’

“ITS A VERY SOOTHING MELODY!” He shouts- without realising he’s shouting, which makes you laugh and quickly cover his mouth. “Ssshhh!” You smile and hold your finger to your mouth.

You feel him smile against your palm- “sorry!” He shouts again- but quieter this time.. ‘you realise the sun doesn’t go down..it’s just an illusion caused by the world..spinning arou-’ “I like it-!” You stop the music suddenly stops and his face flashes with confusion- and slight embarrassment at how loud he really was. “I like it.” He repeats in his normal voice, smiling softly at you..

“So do I..I’ve kept it on me since Peter left. Last thing he gave me.” You pat the plastic on your hip and put your headphones back over your neck.

“..it was nice. I enjoyed it. Mother never let listen to much music- said it was a waste of time.” He shrugs.

You tilt your head slightly- “The sovereign are..so strange sometimes.” You scoff. “Music is..beautiful. It’s a way of expressing yourself and showing how you feel- you’ve gone your whole life without it?!”

“…my whole- ten years yes..” You smile slightly at that..

“You wanna borrow it? There’s loads of songs on here- the smiths, the flaming lips, David Bowie- you can just give it back tomorrow? Look- I’ll even show you how to work it.” You smile and take it off yourself and in front of the two of you..

“You’d..do that?” He sounds surprised but also..suspicious. But all that does away when you nod- a genuine smile on your face. “Gives me and excuse to talk to you more.” You only half joke as you begin to show him what the buttons and the holes for..he hardly listens- he’s too caught up with how..nice you look, but he gets the jiff of it.

“Okay- good to go?” He nods and gently takes the Walkman, clipping it onto the side of his pants- black combat ones, ones of many that nebula gave him when he first settled in at knowhere, and he makes ire the headphones are plugged in properly before adjusting them the way you did. “Thank you, y/n..you don’t know what this means to me.” He has this genuine look on his face that you’ll never get over.

You grin- “it’s just music, no sweat.” You shrug and nudge your shoulder with his as you turn back to your room, unlocking it with your hand before going in- sending him one last smile before you close the door, leaving him alone with the music.

He doesn’t sleep. He’s up quite literally all night- testing our different songs and seeing which ones he likes. He’s realised he’s a fan of Adrian Belew- primarily his work with King Crimson -Frank Sinatra and the band the smiths. He’s particularly fond of ‘somethin’ stupid’ and ‘heartbeat’ up to now.

He can’t help but wonder why so many of them remind him of you.

The next day- he practically jogs at you when he sees you. You’re teaching a small group of students that came from the evolutionarys ship.

It’s a warm day- warmer than usual. The sun shines down today and you decided to teach outside for once, let the kids soak up some rays, the ones they barely got whilst being help captive.

You used to teach in peters old room- it was one of the bigger apartments and after taking some of his stuff out you realised it could fit twenty-odd kids..but you couldn’t ignore the smell for more than hour so you moved everyone into the assembly hall, where it was stuffy as

You look at Adam as he walks over, a small smile appearing on your face at the sight of the Walkman on his own hip..

“Y/n. I was wondering if I could borrow this- walkmen for a little while longer. The music intrigues me.” He says it quickly and you almost miss what he says- you look from the kids to him.

“It’s- it’s a Walkman, not walkmen- and yeah, totally, just don’t break it or anything..you really like it?” You flash gun a smile and his breath hitches very slightly at it.

“Yes, I can- listen! Whenever I want- I haven’t slept I’ve been so caught up in the songs. Ive grown accustomed to Frank Sinatra.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Good choice- but, you haven’t slept-?” “Not a wink.” He brings the headphones back to his ears. “Thank you, y/n your very kind I truly enjoy the melody some of these songs possess and you are letting me explore them further.” He smiles as he turns and walks back towards his room- “get some sleep!” You call out before focusing your attention back onto the kids.

“Where was I?..right- the planets- now, the largest planet in the earths solar system, one of the most significant in the galaxy, is much smaller than knowheres biggest planet by nearly 2182 feet-”

He sits in one of the booths, nodding his head slightly to the music..‘some day, when I’m awfully low. When the world is cold. I will feel a glow just thinking of your. And the way you look tonight. Yes, your lovely with your smile so warm.’

He looks out of the window next to him..and over towards you, silver haired children in front of you as you draw a couple of circles on the holographic board just next to you. ‘And your cheeks so soft. There is nothing for me, but to love you. And the way you look tonight.’

He wonders to himself why with every lyric that dances into his ear, he thinks of you…he’d stare at you as you focused back on your teaching- his head in his hand as he practically felled at how beautiful you looked.

Later on, when he knows you’re done with your lessons, he stops you at the medical room where you keep your smaller lesson supplies: books, pencils ect, in one, small, corner. Nebula has been saying she’ll get ‘round to sorting you out a ‘real classroom’- one that doesn’t smell like socks and sweat -for about a month now.

You turn when you hear footsteps- but turn back to the shelf when you see who it is.

“Adam..again. What is it?” You like Adam. He’s nice, kind- easy on the eyes..but he normally doesn’t speak to you as much as he has today and you’ve been catching him..glancing at you more.

Not that you mind..

He nod and stops in the doorway. “Hello, y/n..yes- again.” He smiles slightly bashfully at you..I was wondering..” he thinks for a couple of seconds..why did he come to speak to you? He just wanted to see you if he was behind honest.

“I was wondering why you here gotten a classroom yet?” He blurts out- awkwardly leaning against the doorframe as he shrugs casually, purposefully looking around the room.

“Oh- don’t get me started.” You scoff and took some more books into a shelf. “Nebula has been apparently- arranging, if you can believe that, a classroom for me. I doubt it, she’s just as busy with them as I am.”

He nods slowly- “I find it strange, actually. You’ve sacrificed so much for knowhere and you don’t even have a classroom..you could simply fix peters room?”

“You think I have the time to ‘fix peters room?’ And please, the smells enough to knock anyone out, nevermind be in there long enough to get everything out a to be able to decorate it anyway.” You shrug and turn back to him. He stares fro a moment or two- admiring how adorable you look when your irritated.

“Fair..” he nods slowly..but then- he gets an idea, a way to talk to you more, make you happy and loathe to more music. “Thank you!” He says as he turns and walks out quickly, turning to the music on his Walkman as he does-

“Oh- okay..? No problem?” You call out as he leaves- you have no idea what he’s thanking you for..but you smile softly nonetheless at his eagerness.

Music blasts in his ears as he opens the door to peters old apartment- ‘pressure. Pushing down on me. Pressing down on you, no man ask for. Under pressure, that burns a building down. Splits a family in two. Puts people on the streets.’

He nods his head along with the beat as he tries not to gag at the smell, scanning everything in the room..it’s not too big but if he got rid of the bed, wardrobe, bedside table..maybe added in new things- new paint..it could be a nice classroom for you…and the kids. Yeah, and for the kids, not just you.

So after a (rather long and suspicious) chat with nebula and rocket, getting them to agree and getting him the supplies he needed- he got to work on Peters room.

The first day was full of him destroying the things inside- with his powers of course. He listened to countless songs- somebody to love, saving all my love for you, stand by me- it wasn’t until he was almost finished that he realised that all of the songs had something to do with love..but he didn’t think too much about it. All he wanted to do was make you happy.

The second day was him avoiding you and drax spraying down everything. He spent the entire day walking away from you and making sure you had no idea what he was planning for you. He wanted it to be a surprise, he decided, after seeing you once again teach outside- sweat dripping down your head as you tried to keep yourself cool with a makeshift paper fan..

The third day was him slaving over painting the walls a pretty blue he found. It was slightly messy and he spilt most of it on the floor- but it’s his first time painting..anything! He ended up needing some help from groot and drax- but he got it done. He listened to come and get your move in repeat..and could only think about you the entire time. Being a “perfect being” meant being strong and being able to go on- especially for those he loves really likes.

He saw you later in the night and decided to give you back your Walkman. “I thoroughly enjoyed listening to your music..or- peters. Thank you.” He held his hands against yours during the exchange just a couple of moments longer than necessary, his eyes bared into yours. “Do you know- that, to die by your side…would be..a heavenly way to die?” He said it quietly..“did you just quote the smiths-?” You blurted out- cheeks hot and flushed, watching with amusement as he walked off- a dazed look on his face as he admired the building next to him.

The fourth day, Saturday- one of your only days off, he got help from Kragil, the two of them spent hours putting a rug in the room and fixing the walls and painting and getting the holographic boards in. It was almost done! All he needed was for rocket to make sure the electricity work.

“What’s this all about anyway?” Rocket grumbles as he walks in, looking at the transformed room..he sees this as a good change but a part of him knows that this also means the permanent end to Peter being on knowhere. “It’s for y/n.”

Adam shrugs..before he quickly adds on- “and the kids. Of course the kids- they are the ones she is teaching.” He nods quickly and rocket snickers. “Yeah..the kids. It’s definitely not because you have a crush on her.” Adam’s golden face seems to turn yellow as he blushes. “Nonono- no, I don’t have any feelings for y/n, I assure you.” Rocket scoffs. “Bullshit.”

And now finally. The fifth day. Hes added the finishing touches, (thoroughly wiped down) tables that he got from the back of the bar- which he had to do very early in the morning before you woke up..he makes sure everything was perfect before leaving the room- sweat gathering on his head and the nerves settling in. What if you don’t like it? What if it’s not your colour? What if you want to keep teaching outside? What if the kids don’t like it?

He walks down the gravelly floor towards the “communal area” as you call it, where people go when they aren’t working on anything or the guardians need a break..

he stops when he sees you sat at a table near the back- mug in hand and a book in firm tog you..the sun hits your face perfectly and he smiles at the way your Walkmans headphones sit nicely over your ears..

“Y/n!” He shouts over, walking towards the table. Hes anxiously going back and fourth on the balls of his feet- fingers tapping against fingers as he watches you look up at him.

“Hey Goldie..” you smile softly, putting your headphones around your neck. “Yeah-?”

“I have a suprise. One I’m sure you’ll like.” He nods, obviously eager to show you whatever it is he has for you. “Oh?” You stand up, taking another sip of your drink- “what is it?” He smiles brightly- “follow me!” He quickly walks towards the door. You follow after him- eyebrows furrowing slightly. “What have you got for me?” He opens the door for you, moving to the side to let you through. “You’ll see.”

You walk through, a grin appearing on your face. “Okay? What have you been going by the way, i haven’t seen you much recently..”

It was the truth- you assumed he was wrapped up in the music you gave him but then he gave you the Walkman back and continued to not speak to you, you got confused and just a little bit upset- every time you tried to speak to him, he’d walk off or “not hear you” and you only got more confused and more upset..maybe this ‘surprise’ is why?

“I’ve..been somewhere.” He says casually.

You get to peters old room..you’ve always been jealous of how big his room was. “What, did you tidy up or something? Find anything?” You watch as he stops in front of the door, turning to face you. “Not..exactly- well, yes- but..well- you’ll see-” he takes a deep breath. “This is..where I’ve been.” He says it like a confession..

You nod slowly. “Okay?” He turns and slowly opens the door…and your mouth opens when you see how much has changed. “What the..” you quickly walk in- tears in your eyes.

There’s a dark blue rug on the floor- one you know that was in one of the smaller stores nearby, you commented on how lovely it was days before, shelves against the walls and desks with pens and pencils on them, two beanbags in the corner and small bookshelves- your board and two new ones behind that one..

“Adam- what?!” Your mouth opens in shock, a huge sense on pure excitement in your chest. “What is this?!” You laugh-

“Yours. you..like it?” He ask softly, watching you take everything in. “It’s not..fully done- you’ll need to add your own touches to it and so will the kids-” he’s cut off by your arms wrapped around him, face in his shoulder. He standstill for a moment..before he hugs you back, a huge smile on his face as his cheeks flush yellow. “I fucking love it. It’s perfect. You have no idea how much this means to me..” you lean back, keeping your arms around him as you stare into those golden globes..

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “No problem.” He looks back down into your eyes, relief flooding his features. He’s never seen you so happy before..it makes him feel..good. He wants to keep feeling like this, he wants to keep making you look this happy forever..

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

“That’s never a good sign”

The married life for you and pippin is going..fine. But there’s one thing he’s confused on.

Warnings: kissing, mentions of pregnancy, slight fear of being infertile, mentions of consummating a marriage, slight jealously, reader was apart of the fellowship (only female on it), mentions of drinking. Use of ‘luv”

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you met pippin when you were very young. You, him and merry have always been the trio of trouble. Always nicking stuff and having a laugh and getting into trouble with Gandalf whenever he’d visit..

you went on the journey with Frodo, sam and the others- you were the only female to be apart of the fellowship. At the start, you had no feelings for pippin. He was a friend- a good friend. Someone you could talk to about big troubles and someone you can train with…

Took, however, was mad for you. He loved you and would (and almost did) die for you, just like you almost died for him- and the others -countless times. He swore to himself that he would never tell you though. He was farrrr to nervous to.

But over the years on your journey, you slowly began to realise just how important he was to you. And it wasn’t until you found out about him being forced to go to Gondor after touching the Palantír..and you deciding to go after him- alone.

You got there and saw how the once “fool of a took” turned wise and thought before he acted and you saw how much he had matured..you realised then that you had caught feelings- deep, deep feelings.

You kissed him that day, after the war, after you’d seen him fight and defend and protect..you admitted your feelings for him and he admitted his right back to you as he hugged you tightly.

you’ve been together since- got married two years back, just one after Sam.

Your both extremely happy together. You take turns cooking second breakfasts and it’s easy for you to trust eachover- when he goes to the pubs with merry and your out with rose..you’ve never doubted one another. Even Gandalf says the two of you are love taken in human form..

But the difference is- Sam has two children. Had his first in the first year he was married..you and took haven’t even talked about children.

yes, you’ve consummated the marriage..you’ve consummated the marriage more times than you can count and it’s rare he pulls out- but you still have no child. He’s never properly spoken to you about it, you’ve never properly brought it up..there was, you think, one mention of it and that was one late night out with the fellowship- you had spoken about how you did want kids but only with the right man. He said the same, he wanted them with the right women.

your laying in bed in your nightgown, reading a book- and he walks in, a curious look on his face- as if he’s just realised something.

“Yer’ not pregnant.” he says it casually as he opens the covers and climbs in next to you- in nothing but his own night top and pants.

You raise an eyebrow- but you don’t look up from your book. Your used to your husband blurting out weird things. “I’m aware.”

“..why?” He looks at you for a couple of seconds before he looks back onto the ceiling. “a’ don’t..pull out- or anythin’- not m’ch anywey- and ye’ haven’t done anythin’ to stop it..” he puts his hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling, his Scottish accent slightly thicker with confusion than normal.

You put your book in your lap, still open, and you turn your head to look down at him..“that’s just how it goes sometimes..do you even still want kids?” You tilt your head slightly..

“..I du’no...Maybe? Maybe not?” He looks at you..“I want kids- but not if you don’t..” He rolls over onto his side to face you, propping his head up on one hand as he watches you.

His free hand trailing along your stomach, and your waist, and along your hip, his eyes fixed on your waist and stomach and thighs. He seems distracted by your body- and he almost always is- but for some reason, he seems..more than usual..

“That makes sense.” You say sarcastically, taking your bookmark off your bedside table and putting it in your book, closing it over and putting it where the mark was. “Why?”

“Well- it’s jus’..it took Sam and rose two months. It’s taken us two years, luv’..” his eyebrows furrow slightly- the jealousy on his face obvious.

“Well.…we haven’t been- actively trying. But- if I did end up pregnant, I wouldn’t be sad..if actually be kinda happy about it.”

“What’s if you..can’t have them?” His eyes widen slightly and he looks at you..

“Then we’ll sort it out together..there are spells and potions out there..if we really wanted one in the future, we’d have one..I promise.”

He nods slowly…“okay.” He lies down, pulling the covers over himself.

“Okay.” You repeat with a small nod of your own, lying down next to him and putting your head on his shoulder. He’s a tab bit..odd sometimes, but he’s yours. And you’ve never been happier about anything ever. And you decided in that moment that you would try as hard as you can to give him what he wants..a child.

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

“Strippers galore!”

When the only other two single members of the 141 somehow persuade ghost into a ‘boys night’ he didn’t think he’d be dragged to the strip club down the street..but after seeing you? He’s very fucking happy they did.

Warnings: strip club, strippers, nakedness, sexual allusions, very smutty, stripper name is ‘cherry’, flirting, mentions of hard on’s, thigh grinding, lust, lap dances, mentions of drugs, alcohol and getting high, he sucks on and touches your tits, HES LOW-KEY A TIT GUY.

Simon tries his best to keep his personal, lonely, one room apartment life and his army, killing, war criminal life separate. But the 141 just doesn’t know how to leave him alone apparently.

‘A boys night’ ‘Darts and pool’ ‘Drinking, smoking’ ‘just the 3 of them having a good time’…is what he was told.

So why is there a neon sign just down the street of a naked woman sticking her leg out?..he stops and narrows his eyes in suspicion at soap then Gaz. “What’s tha’?” He motions with his head towards the club, his hands coming to rest on his hips. He looks..unamused to say the least. It’s too dark and late for this in his opinion- it’s already almost 12..

Gaz smirks- “think of it as a treat.” He smacks ghosts back as he continues to walk, snickering as he does.

“A treat?” He grumbles but follows along, scanning the area as he does- he really does not want to do this. “Wha’ ‘appened to darts?” He stops next to soap at the back, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. “An’ pool?”

“Well,we thout’ it would be agood idea,ye see to give ya’ a wee break foronce in ye life.” Soap grins mischievously and looks over at Simon.

“English?” He mutters. Gaz rolls his eyes, “you need a break, ghost. You haven’t gotten laid..ever.”

“I don’ remember tha’ bein’ any of yer business.” They get to the front of the strip club and soap and gaz walk in first, both laughing and smacking each-overs backs in excitement- ghost follows behind slowly, not as energetic as the two.

The hallway down to the main room has glow stick shit all over the walls and floor- splattered and drawn on by hands, there are obvious breasts prints where women have been pressed down against them- dimmed lights and LED lights along the walkway..

It’s dark inside- only purple and pink lights flash and gleam off the walls and the bar which has counters that light up red from under the gaps, matching the red circular seats in front of them. There’s a slight mist that’s obvious come from a fog machine somewhere backstage lingering in the air..

His nose scrunches as he takes in the area..

There are booths everywhere with circular tables in front of them and “sexy” music is blasting- practically echoing off the walls, every beat like a bomb..

The main..’stage‘ is at the front of the room, stairs leading up to it front the sides. It has four poles on it- all tall enough to they attach to the ceiling and there are red and purple lights all over the stage, white ones to the sides of the stairs- like a runway.

There are girls upside down on the metal, some are sideways- other have their tits out, legs spread as people throw money at them to show more..

There are a couple of smaller circular stages with poles on them scattered around the larger room. There are a couple of stages with strippers on them.

-some blondes, some brunettes- a redhead or two..none of them really appeal to him..strip clubs never have. There’s some notes on the main stage- tens and twenty’s..

He walks towards a C shaped booth with soap and gaz and sighs as he leans back against the soft material, manspreading as he looks, very bored, towards the stage..he wants to go home.

A woman on the smaller stage just a couple of feet away from them holds onto the pole above her head as she squats down- holding eye contact with Johnny as she does, letting her legs open and her head lean back..

“Fecken’ smile ye cunt! This’l be great!” Simon grimaces at his friends words, looking up as a half naked waitress (literally half naked) brings three beers over. She puts them on the table and winks to him as she leaves but he pays no mind- simply picks up one of the glasses and takes a big sip. He knows he’ll need it-

A couple of girls come over and begin to dance on their laps- Simon, however, puts his hands on his thighs to stop anyone from getting to him- making sure to glare and snarl as he does.

Music blasts impossibly louder and the fog seems to get thicker- he mutters and curses under his breath as he shifts uncomfortably into the side of the couch, ignoring the girls as they giggle and moan like they’re on their very own porno..

The lads laugh and raise their drinks to clink against his as the music changes to another song, a spotlight hits the back entrance where some strippers walk out.

A voice on the speakers say their name in time with their overdone struts. “We have Chantelle! Rose! Violet! Sugar! Roxy! Peaches! And cherry!”

He watches as they walk out- but the one that gets him..is ‘cherry.’

“It’s fuckin’ strippers galore!” Johnny laughs..ghost can’t take his eyes off of her..

She’s..beautiful. She’s obviously confident but she’s not showing herself off as much as the other girls are- despite her definitely being the prettiest.

He sits up slightly and watches her walk slowly down the steps, the strippers walking all over the room- making the guys cheer and clap and whoop- some laughing as the women begin to tease them and bend over in front of them, a couple even getting lap dances- but the entire time his eyes are on you.

Gaz smirks when he sees this- “see something you fancy?” He whispers playfully, taking another sip of his drink.

At Simon’s silence they both laugh and whistle towards you-

You turn and see the three..rather bulky and…hot men looking over..you walk towards them- making sure your hips sway and your backs straight as you do, pushing your hair out of your face.

They seem hot enough..obviously either gym rats or army men or navy..no normal man looks like that.

“My names cherry, what can I do for you fine gentlemen today?” You stop in front of them, hands on your hips as you look between them all- but your eyes rest on the blonde..he’s attractive. Very, very attractive. Scars on his arms and tattoos..just your type if your being honest.

The other two aren’t- bad per se…but those eyes on that blonde? Goddamm.

“Not for us, for him.” The brunette with a thick British accent looks towards the blonde. Bingo.

“He needs to..chill a wee bit.” You raise an amused eyebrow. “Chill..?” The scot nods- “aye, lass. Chill. He’s an army man ye’ see.” He smirks as he looks you up and down admiring your appearance shamelessly

“I think I can do..something about that. Name?”

“Simon..but call me ghost.” It’s gruff and you can tell by the way he pronounces his ‘s’ he’s cockney. You like it.

“Ghost..” the way you say it almost makes him cum in his pants, god he needs to beg male you sound have this much of an effect on him. “I like it. A lot.” You wink and look him up and down, slowly walking closer to him..and he actually brings his hands away from his thighs- making the boys smirk instantly.

“We’ll be goin’ then-” the two grab their drinks, giggling like little girls at what they’ve done.

You move so your stood right in front of him, looking down at his spread legs- his huge chest- how fat his arms are and how huge his co-

He clears his throat awkwardly- “what exactly is it you want?” You ask softly, crossing your arms just under your breasts, making sure to elevate them. You can’t help the small smirk that makes its way to your lips when you catch his eyes flickering to your chest-

“I dunno’..what can you give?” He swallows slightly and shifts in his seat..he doesn’t know what he wants but he knows he wants something- anything..

You smirk this inexperience..it’s rare someone like him comes into a place like this- sinful good looks but respectful and needy mindset.

“For..hmm- let’s say thirty? About ten minutes and a lap dance?” You tilt your head slightly at him and he quickly goes into his pocket, gets out the money and puts it on the table. Someones desperate.

You slowly turn away from him and bend over, showing off your ass as you gently move your hips back and forth- your hands moving to your hips and going down the curve, spreading your fingers out against your skin and pushing in, slowly moving backwards until your perched on his lap- grinding up against him- right against that ever growing tent in his jeans, your legs spread slightly to that that angle you know drives the boys crazy.

You hold onto his upper thighs as you move, looking back at him with a smirk- your cherry red lipstick makes him painfully harder..

His hands move to the sides of his thighs, gripping the material tightly- he desperately wants to touch you but he doesn’t want to disrespect you..he pangs gently as he looks to the flimsy piece of fabric you call your ‘knickers..’

“You can touch.” You whisper, suddenly bringing yourself up and back further against him, your back now completely against the left side of his chest his chest- making his lips part slightly..god he is a sight to motherfucking see..

You turn your head just to the right so he can look into your eyes..and he swears the world seems to slow down and turn upside down and disappear- the music seems to switch off alltogether at how gorgeous you look like this..it’s slowly driving him insane- every touch, grind-

“Gonna cost ya’ extra though.” You whisper, hot and heavy- making sure the warmth of your breath hits the shell of his ear just right..you give him one more extra hard feel of you.

“That feel good, ghosty?” You say in a seductive tone, watching his facial expressions.

“Fuck- ye’ ‘s perfect-” he mumbles, watching as your ass begins to move right against his hard on..“yeah? You want more?..” he goes into his pocket and gets out a tenner- to which you snatch and put into your bra.

one of his scarred and worn out hands move to your bare thigh immediately, your little ‘get up’ leaves very, very little to the imagination and it isn’t helping him at all as he moves his other hand to your lower stomach, letting it slowly move up your body towards your breasts.

When he gets there, he squeezes gently- making you moan softly and roll yourself back against him before you get fully off him and, to his surprise, face him and straddling him, pushing some hair off your front to your back as you move yourself down on him.

His hands go to your hips, looking down to where that darker spot on your knickers is and he rubs his thumb along your lower stomach, pressing harshly against you as you lean away, letting your head fall backwards- practically opening yourself to him..he admires the way your hair falls and your neck on display..

“Wha’ about kisses?” He looked to your bottom lip, moving the hand on your breast further up towards your lower neck, not applying any pressure but letting it reset there.

You smirk and bring your head back up, staring at him with those big, beautiful eyes- “twenty.” “Fifteen.” “Thirty.” “Twenty it is-” he goes into his pocket once again- god your doing something to him..casting a curse, singing a melody used to lure pirates to their doom, hypnotising him..

He puts the twenty in your bra for you and you lean down and smash your lips against his, your hips moving slightly more sensually against his- in almost a desperate manner.

He lets himself get lost in it- how good you feel moving against him, the way your lips work against his- how your breasts bounce slightly with every movement..

He lets his hands wonder further down, around your waist and to your ass, squeezing gently- his chest against yours..he manhandles one of your legs over his thigh- making it so you can grind against him-

You take the opportunity quickly, moaning quietly into his ear as you push and pull yourself back and forth against his thigh- the thin material of your panties do nothing to block your clit from the harsh material of his jeans that feel perfect- hitting you at every single fucking angle…

Your eyebrows furrow slightly as your eyes close- “shit, ghosty..” you groan, leaning down and kissing him again, making sure your own thigh hits his dick.

“Cherry..” he mutters, his eyes gloosy with need as he watches you above him..it’s been so fucking long since he’s gotten laid that he feels like he’s about to cum at just the sight of you- “your so hot.” He mutters, his head going to your stomach as he grins himself against you faster and slightly harder-

You suddenly lean back and look down at him. “Ten minutes are up, hotshot.” You swallow and fix your hair as you begin to move to get off him- and he gently grabs your wrist.

“How much for half an’ hour with ya’ and a private room?” He whispers, leaning forwards so your chest is back against his- already missing that warmth you gave him.

“Fifty.” You whisper back quickly- discount if you do me good.” He lets out a small breath- “I’ll do it fuckin’ brilliant for ya’ luv. You’ll be the one tippin’ me.” You smirk and he grumbles as you get off of him, grabbing the thirty he originally gave you from the table as you grab his wrist and lead him towards the very back.

You both swerve and dip past everyone dancing and drinking- most high or on drugs..most people here are- noses engulfed in white powder and that lingering smell of weed in the air. The unfortunate norm of your job.

He can hear Gaz and Soap laughing and cheering his name from the bar- both of them with new drinks in their hands and strippers by their sides. He ignores them, too lost in the way your hand feels on his arm as you take him to one of the ‘private rooms.’

You close the door behind the two of you and you let him look around for a second- there’s a double bed in the middle of the room, a couple of couches and rugs surrounding it- a sex swing in the corner and a liquor cabinet just to the right. The lights are a dim red and there are towels at the end of the bed..

The second he turns back to you, he pushes you against the wall, your hands go to his belt and his hands go to your hair, he kisses you quickly, his tounge moving into your mouth- your own not far behind.

You practically throw his belt to the side as his hands move to the side zip of your..‘shirt’ although it barley hides anything-

he yanks it off and throws it next to where his belt landed- his hands immediately squeezing and feeling up the bare skin of your breasts, you moan in delight as he tweaks with your nipple, one leg resting around his waist.

He gets the idea quickly and puts his hands under your thighs, letting you jump up, your legs moving around him- you lean in and kiss him deeper as he walks towards the bed casually, holding you like your nothing in his arms.

He lets go of you and lets you fall back onto the bed, your lower bodies still connected perfectly.

He runs his hands up your stomach, letting them wander just under your chest and towards your hips, leaning down to press a kiss between your two breasts-

“Your a tits guy, hm?” You joke breathlessly, one hand going to his dirty blonde hair, tugging gently on the soft locks-

“Guess so.” He hums back- leaning down to take your right breast into your mouth, his hands dipping down to undo his pants- your hands moving to your panties quickly, you need eachover so bad it’s unreal.

“Hope yer’ ready for me, birdie.�� He mutters low and hotly..your soaked and he can practically fucking smell it-

Fuck, you could get used to customers like him.

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

Missing all of him.

Colin ritman with his wife- who takes a break from work and..him along with their daughter, Alice because of his prone to madness and snapping.

Warnings: making out!, almost-office sex but no actual smut, swearing, smoking, Mentions/memories of sex, mentions of Colin’s episodes, reader is a mum, forgiveness, slight ‘arguing’, Thakur being an excellent wingman, inappropriate thoughts, y/n use.

You and Colin have been married for 9 years now. At the start of both of your ‘proper’ relationship, in 1982, Colin was going through a tougher time with his new “game” and you were there for him through all of it. he proposed to you early 1985- not long after the new intern at Tuckersoft was arrested for murdering his father over bandersnatch- a game that was shut down not long after its creation.

You ended up eloping in late that year and you’ve both been together since.

You were a model for the games produced at his work. Your face is on most of the posters, leaflets and logos for the games and your known as the “face of Tuckersoft.” You met back in 1980 when he specifically asked for you to be the face of one of his games. And it was in 1980 that you started to ‘shag’

He’s had..a couple of slip-ups in his life, acts of “craziness” and there was even a time when he had to step away from his work to calm down and go sane again.

It almost cost him your marriage and his daughter, who you both had in 1990, Alice. He loves you both deeply and always has and promised that- if he went back to work- he wouldn’t fall back into his usual tendency to loose the plot.

But..he did. And this meant you decided to go on a break- which killed him a little bit inside but he understood. You had some ground rules- like little to no contact until you were ready and no cheating of course..

He would come to pick up Alice on Fridays and she’d stay with him in his apartment until Sunday. That was the only time he saw you really..

Now, he’s back at Tuckersoft and he has his own, personal office at the back of the floor you both once thrived in. He’s matured greatly- physically..and mostly, mentally.

He still has his challenging and intriguing personality, but he’s taller now and he’s let his hair grow out a little bit- still its usual dyed white but it’s better than nothing. And he’s started to dress slightly more professionally around the office..all for you. He even changed how he dressed.

He’s desperate to get you back. Sooner or later.

It’s been one month since and he’s in his office- it’s a Tuesday and he’s working on some code. He sighs in boredom as he picks up his coffee and takes a sip, gently putting it back down when he’s done.

When- suddenly, Thakur bursts into the room. “Colin-”

He jumps and brings one hand to his desk- turning to glare at his boss- “what did I say about knock-”

“Y/ns on her way. Now! She called me and asked if she could pay you a little visit! No Alice either-!"

Colin’s heart races- he immediately looks around the room and now messy his office is, how many papers are on the desks and coffee mugs and cups there are- even some on the floor-

“Clean up- I’ll stall her when she gets here, fix your hair too-” he leaves the office, closing the door quickly as he does-

Colin’s jaw clenches in annoyance at his comment but he quickly begins to fix the messy locks with one hand whisky the other begins to get the papers stacked, now stood up as he zips around the room, waning everything to be perfect for when you come up- fuck why are you even here?!

Five minutes later- there’s a small knock at the door and he freezes- three mugs in one hand and a pot of pens on the other one..he pits the pot next to his keyboard and walks quickly towards the door, putting the mugs on the smaller desk just next to it.

He takes a deep breath and scans the room one last time..before he opens the door.

You honesty have no idea why your even doing this- you were at the coffee shop- casually minding your own business after dropping Alice of at school -and someone..hit on you. It made you realise, even though the guy was definitely your type, he just isn’t the same as Colin..and that you missed your husband more than you ever thought you could.

It’s been a couple of days since you last saw him- so you thought- ahh not check in on him? And after buying two coffees instead of one, you called his boss to make sure he was in work and you were in your car, heading for Tuckersoft before you know it.

After- a slight hassle with Thakur getting across the room, you reach his office..and you knock gently on the door, awkwardly holding onto the coffee cup as you do ..a couple of seconds go by- and your first thought is, what if he ignores me? Is he mad at me-?

His eyes meet yours and that panic you felt washes away in an instant.

He looks at you for a second or two..“hi…your here.” God, you’ve missed that nerdy accent. You look him up and down (not so) casually and you can’t help but feel a sense of relief at how put together he seems to be.

“Yes..I am..sorry- I probably shouldn’t just turn up like this..but- I have coffee?..” you hold up your left hand that has his coffee- one sugar, one milk pouch in it, the way he likes it. -in it.

“No- it’s fine-” He quickly moves to the side to let you in. He looks over to Thakur, hopping to get a thumbs up of encouragement- but he’s met with his “boss” smirking and making slight hip movements to him. Colin flips him off without a second thought and closes the door.

He stares at the lock for a second or two, uncertain wether he should lock it or not..he gets flashbacks to when he used to lock the door without a second thought, just to smash his lips onto your moments later as he guided you towards the table, the way your hand went to his belt-

He turns the lock. He’s quiet about it- but as he finishes he turns to you and puts his lips together in a slightly awkward smile as he takes the coffee..

You look him up and down once again as he takes it- he’s..so hot. God, even after everything he’s done, he just speaks to you.

“Thank you..” he mumbles as he takes a sip- just how he likes it..“so..what’s with the surprise visit? Not that I don’t like having you here- but it’s not Friday and Alice isn’t with you. Did something happen-?”

Your eyes widen slightly and you shake your head quickly- “nonono- no, don’t worry- she’s just in school.” You let out a slightly awkward breathy laugh, turning to look at his office.

He relaxes slightly at that..but it still doesn’t explain why you’re here. “Right..”

You take in how..clean it is. Is he really getting better? “I erm..I don’t even…fully know why I’m here..if I’m behind honest.” You slowly walk towards his desk and you move so your sat on it, putting your coffee cup on the wood next to you. “Ive had a couple of bad days..so after dropping Alice off I went to get coffee- just to have a chilled rest of the day, right?”

You keep your eyes on your lap..and he admires how you look sat on his desk like that- all pretty and just..here.

He’s confused though..are you here for a therapy session to to see him? “Yeah?..” he stays rooted where he is, making sure there’s some distance between the two of you. Like you asked.

“And then a guy..hit on me.” Your eyebrows furrow slightly. “And he was my type- glasses, the hair- the eyes..but he wasn’t..you.” You look at him for the first time since your little rant.

He looks at you for a couple of seconds- an almost unreadable expression on his face..a hint of jealousy, of course- a touch of confusion..but mostly relief.

“I miss you, col..” you admit gently..“and I didn’t realise how much I did..” you swallow slight, staring at him..“I miss us, okay? And Alice misses you too. After a couple of days of thinking I-”

“You miss me..or you miss my dick?” He cuts you off- tilting his head slightly at you.

“Huh?”

“Because to me..it sounds like you fancied this guy, but you knew you couldn’t sleep with him…because of your rule. And it’s been weeks now- weeks without any part of me..so you thought- ‘let’s go back to my husband’ and finally get shagged..” it’s obvious he’s only being half-sarcastic.

He doesn’t even realise he’s been walking closer to you- not until his thighs gently graze against your legs.

Your mind goes blank at his words- that’s not what was happening at all- of course you missed his fucking cock, but still-

Your lips part slightly- and he gently puts his hands on your legs, opening them slowly..when you don’t stop him he steps between them, your bodies now pressed together..

“I miss you..all, col.” you whisper, his face closer to yours than it has been in fucking ages..too long to cope..

“Missed you too, luv.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours, gently at first..

Until you kiss him back- that sets him off. His hands move to cup your face and he presses his tongue against your lips, it’s sloppy and desperate and you love it so fucking much.

You wrap your legs around his waist and bring him closer to you, your arms going around his neck as you move your lips against his.

He leans back and kisses down your neck, sucking harshly on the skin as he grinds his hips against yours, making you moan softly.

“Colin..” He leans back and looks at you for a couple of seconds. “needy thing” he mumbles before he leans back in, his hands moving to your jacket..

It’s safe to say- you came out of his office with messy hair and a slight limp. He moved back in days later.

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

Shuntaro Chishiya.

AIB- chishiya who was on his way to see his British fiancée, who had taken it upon herself to visit him for the first time in weeks, before the the meteorite hit shibuya- he only survived the games because he wanted to get back to you- not that he can remember.

I hate it when ppl think chishiya is just a nonchalant, mean, overrated guy..he’s not!! I swear!!

Warnings: swearing, kissing, hospital, (Niragi), injury mentions, scared and injured reader, reader is from England, some Japanese- reader is fluent in it, use of Y/n Y/L/N, love and honey.

You and Chishiya met through a friend of a friend. You had come from London to study psychology at The University of Tokyo, where he was a medical student studying pediatric cardiovascular surgery.

He knew from the start you must have been extremely intelligent from the way his friend spoke about you and how much they seemed to talk about your courses and how your one of the top in your class. Chishiya got intrigued fast and his friend could tell. So they arranged a meeting- it would be the four of you. Just a casual dinner.

That casual dinner soon turned into something else entirely when he realised how much he actually seemed to like you..your hair, your laugh, the way you spoke to him with respect whilst also adding in that banter, which would normally annoy him- but it was different with you. He wanted to hear more jokes come from a mouth, and that’s rare.

Just under 6 months later and you started to talk and hang out. Just the two of you. You got close quickly, he became one of the only people you trusted and you became one of the only parole he felt comfortable speaking to.

It started one day when you asked him to see a movie with you. He said yes of course and went with you. You got there, he paid for the food and seats and you sat down..

But halfway though the movie, you lent over and whispered the worst joke he’d ever heard come out of anyone mouth into his ear, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He knew then- don’t ask him why because he doesn’t know -that you were the girl for him.

Both of your friends had doubts- he’d never seen him with a girl before but they assumed you wouldn’t exactly be his type. And your friends were used to you being with excited, loud men- not one that was closed off like he was.

But you suprised them all- you ended up spending almost every day together, took care of eachover- and even when you both had arguments, they noticed how you couldn’t say anything truly bad about him and he couldn’t say anything particularly bad about you either- despite hearing some of the things he’s said about people in the past..

You dated for 4 years before he proposed. In that time, you made eachover feel the best you’ve ever felt in bed, moved in with him, met his parents and his sister who you love like your own sibling, he met yours. And you were engaged for 6 months, officially planning the wedding for 3, when you had to go away on a trip back to London for one of your friends baby showers. Chishiya -being the busy doctor he is- was too busy and didn’t end up going back with you. He went with you by train to the airport and kissed you goodbye.

You called him everyday you were gone- at least twenty minutes for each of the 9 days. When he told you he was going to meet you at the airport again, you told him he didn’t have too and the two hour ride wasn’t worth it but he stubbornly insisted.

So when you landed back in Tokyo and saw no fiancé you assumed he had work and didn’t have time to tell you about it- you weren’t mad, it happens more often than you’d like to admit. You even do the same sometimes.

So when you eventually got home and turned on the tv, only to see that a huge meteorite had gone into Shibuya, you panicked and (finally) took your phone off of airplane mode, you felt a huge sense of dread overtake you when you saw multiple calls from the hospital you know he doesn’t work at.

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You stop at the front desk, eyes wide with panic- still in joggers and hoodie from the plane ride. “Patient Shuntaro chishiya?” Your finger taps endlessly on the counter as you stare into the woman’s soul.

“Just a couple of questions-” you mentally groan and scream and curse and cry, but on the outside you begrudgingly nod, wishing she would hurry up!

“What are you to the patient?”

“Fiancée.” You say quickly, glaring at her.

“And what’s your name-?”

“Y/n y/l/n, i should be his emergency contact.”

She nods as she types away on her computer- “ah yes, here we are- he’s in room 290, fifth floor-” you turn and rush towards the elevator, pressing harshly down on the button.

When you get to floor 5, you run down the hallway, looking at the numbers on the doors as you do, ignoring the looks you get from nurses and other visitors and even a couple of patients.

“286-” you mutter- “287, 289-” you stop outside room 290, looking into the room with a desperate look on your face.

His eyes meet yours and your bursting through the door before you know what you’re doing- “shuntaro-” you throw your bag to the side and lean down, hugging him- “what the fuck happened, I was so fucking scared-” he winces slightly but hugs you back quickly.

“I don’t even know what happened- there were fireworks and then I woke up here-”

A man in the bed across the room from but next to chishiyas clears his throat- “여기 귀여운 친구를 소개해 줄까?” (Gonna introduce me to your cute friend here?)

You cringe slightly at his words and you lean back. He’s obviously assumed you can’t speak Korean.

“약혼자. 친구는 아닙니다. 안녕하세요.” You wave slightly- (fianćee. not friend. hi.)

He raises an amused eyebrow and sits up in his bed- “hello to you too.” He nods to you..His English isn’t the best but it’s not the worse you’ve heard.

Your fiancée sighs- “ignore him..”

“I’m nirgai. You are?” You nod to him in respect- “I’m y/n, sir.”

“Sir? I like that..” he snickers and tilts his head slightly at you..before a nurse walks in and begins to check him over, taking the attention off of the two of you.

You quickly turn back to chishiya..“are you okay?” You sit down on his bed with him- helping him move further up in it. “I’m fine. They said I went into cardiac arrest and my 마음 (heart) stopped for 60 seconds..but I’m fine- I’m just happy you’re safe, they told me you weren’t answering your phone.” He takes your hand in his gently, looking into your eyes..they’re glossy now and it’s obvious you’re about to cry..

“Airplane mode..” you let out a small, sad, sigh at how stupid you were to not turn it off the second you landed. “I didn’t even know about the meteorite until I got home-” you swallow and sniffle- looking him over for any other injures- trying to see if he’s lying or not..

“I’m fine.” He reassures the second he sees the look on your face. “I promise.”

You let out a small, breathy, sigh as you lean down and gently kiss him- your lips pressing to his. He’s quick to lean up, kissing you back quickly and gently.

When you lean back, you bring one hand up to cup his face..“when will you be home?..”

“They say a couple of weeks..wedding planning might have to be postponed.” He whispers..“I’m sorry-”

He snickers. “Don’t be sorry..you didn’t ask for me to be hit by a meteor.” You turn your hand and rub your thumb on his side of his..“no, i definitely didn’t.” He smiles slightly..before he frowns..“But it’s made me realise something..”

You look at him for a moment or two..“what did you realise?”

“That I..love you. And I don’t want to spend a minute away from you- and I’m going to start working less and I’m going to save the people that matter and-”

You lean down and kiss him again, both hands moving to his chest to keep yourself from being full on him. He’s shorted for a second before he kissed you back, eyes closing and-

“Hot.” You lean back and look over to ‘Nirgai’. “Very hot.”

Chishiya sighs, very annoyed as he leans over and grabs the curtain, throwing it as far across his bed area that he could.

You laugh and stand up, grabbing it and closing it over entirely, making sure nobody can see either of you..

“I missed you..how was the shower?” He watches as you sit back down on his bed, looking into yours eyes. “Fine..would have been better if you were there, though..” you mutter..

leaning closer to him, you gently bring him forwards, putting his hair in a ponytail and tying it with a bobble on your wrist- “Have you rang your mother yet?” You look towards his phone on the table next to the bed.

“Not..yet.”

“The entire world knows about what happened-She’ll be worried sick, shunt.” You pick up his phone-

“I just..haven’t had the energy. Couldn’t even call you.” He doesn’t bat an eye as you pick up his phone. You turn it on and see..countless messages- from our friends, yourself and his mom and his sister.

You put in his password- your birthday -and quickly begin to call everyone back- letting people know he’s okay and your with him and your not hurt-

“Don’t get me started on Tara-ahau.” You grumble- knowing his sister will be the most stressed out of everyone.

He can only stare at you..he’s tired, of course he is, but seeing you gives him a sense of hope..you love him. And he loves you- and seeing the way your almost crying whilst ensuring to his sister that your both okay is what makes him happier than it should be if he’s being honest..the way you move so casually with his phone- as if it’s your own..he fucking loves how much you trust him. Because you have every reason too.

“Honey..?”

“Hm?” You look at him, moving his phone to your shoulder to hear him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, shun.” You smile as you bring the phone back to your ear, standing up and turning away as you explain what happened, or what you know about it.

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The next couple of weeks are full of hospital visits and tears and hugging. His mother came on the first day, his sister the second. Your family came and visited him a couple of days after- finding it hard to get a plane over so sudden..he’s never felt so loved in his life.

So seen.

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

Loving him was madness.

How the son of the mad hatter -Maddox Hatter- meets the daughter of the queen of hearts. (They meet and connect in a rapunzel-Flynn Ryder way.)

Warnings: forbidden love, reader isn’t allowed to leave the palace, use of y/n, kissing, sneaking out for readers birthday, drinking, swearing, slightly innocent reader.

-yes it’s Sebastian from OUAT in the picture but it’s not in the OUAT universe.

Maddox Hatter is the son of the mad hatter- Tarrant Hatter. He’s an excellent hatter and skilled fighter- after one too many scraps and fights from bullies and people who like to pick on him and his..not-so-normal dad. He’s often found in the woods, sketching and doodling in his notebook his mother got him when he was younger. He has no interest in continuing on his dad’s hat business- and wants to travel the world of wonderland and all the lands further, north south east and even west. He’s always been intrigued by exploring and it’s been a dream on his since he was a child.

you are the princess of hearts, the daughter of the most feared queens in the land- the queen of hearts. Knowing for chopping heads and killing anyone who simply looks at her funny..your often found on your balcony, staring into the distance- admiring your mothers gardens, the red roses and the maze, sometimes you’d have your canvases and paints out with you- and you’d paint for hours upon hours..the mannequins you own all have dresses made of different materials and shades of only the most beautiful reds and pinks on them- all your own designs.

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he had heard about you from his dad- how you didn’t look anything like your mother but he was sure you’d most likely act like her. You had heard of him from your mother.

He turned 18 two months ago.

You’re 18 today.

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Moment ago he was with the son of Alice, Alaastarr Kingsleigh- but when the cards came around the corner, he was split from him in the maze and he ran and ran- and he now finds himself climbing a wall that leads to a balcony. He groans as he pulls himself up and over the tall, dark red, railing- covered in red roses and thrones- he winces as he pricks his finger on one of them on his vault. He brings his pointer to his lips and sucks on it as he walks slowly towards the doors, opening the right one with his free hand- raising an eyebrow at how..red it all is. And black- worn a dash of white and gold..he closes the door behind him and takes a deep breath, bringing his hand away as he goes to take a step further-

-when he suddenly gets knocked out by you.

You pant as you watch his body slowly fall to the floor, watching as the vase your mother bought you for your 14th birthday shatter against the floor as it meets it..“shit!” You whisper shout and look around- wondering what the fuck to do..

You bring your chair over and attempt to lift his body up- hands going to his arms but you quickly groan at his weight..you lean back and grab his waist, somehow bringing him up to enough to put him on the chair, you make sure he’s secure on it before you turn and walk towards your desk just opposite the chair where your silk and ropes for the dresses you like to create are.

You fix your hair in the mirror and as you do you hear a thud and you jump as you turn..to see him laying on the floor, still unconscious- if not more passed out than he was before. You sigh and close your eyes in annoyance- you grab your dagger and some silk before walking back towards him.

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Half an hour of struggle and knotting and messing about- you get his hands and feet tied to your chair..you stand and admire your craftwork for a couple of seconds before you see his shoulder twitch slightly.

You let out a small gasp before you quickly move behind him- a good couple of feet away so no matter how much he looks around he can’t see you.

Maddox opens his eyes and blinks, he tries to move but he can feel the silk around his legs and arms- keeping him still and unable to move.

"Oh great..what the-"

he groans, trying to move again but he can't, he glances downwards and he tries to struggle, to move and find what's got him so restrained- he can only move his head, looking around.

“Who are you?..” you curse how timid your voice is.

he hears from behind him- he can’t see who’s speaking to him, so the voice startles him, he glances over in the mirror and tries to look in the direction of the voice- he squints as he tries to see who's speaking but he can't see anything in the reflection but himself.. He clears his throat and speaks, his voice somewhat calm despite the situation he's in.

"Who's askin'?" He scoffs out, staring at himself- trying to get a look at who’s speaking to him.

“Why are you in my room?” Your voice gets slightly louder- but the slight fear is obvious in how hesitant you are.

Maddox raises an eyebrow at the sudden harshness in the voice- he sighs and rolls his eyes.

"I didn't exactly plan to end up here if that's what you're asking."

he struggles with the silk around his wrists and ankles- trying to tug and break them but they're so tightly wrapped around.

You sigh..but you slowly begin to walk towards him, holding the dagger tightly in your hand. You stop just to the right of and behind him..“how are you on the grounds? Are you a a thief?” You bring the dagger to his neck as you make yourself known, moving to stand fully next to him.

He pauses, his eyes widening as you stepped out of the shadows. He was definitely caught by surprise- his eyes darting over your appearance. He had to admit, you were definitely not what he was expecting to see-

-but- as his eyes traveled over your body, a hint of a smirk formed on his face.

he tried to appear nonchalant although he found it slightly difficult while tied up on a chair.

“hey…names Maddox.” he grins. “Maddox Hatter.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion..

“Y/n..Y/n hearts..” you mutter, keeping the dagger to his neck. “You are a thief aren’t you?”

"Thief? Me?"

he raised an eyebrow, acting as if he was completely innocent and offended by the accusation. It was an act, of course. He was indeed a thief, and a good one at that.

He smirks wider. “What makes you say that?..”

“There is nobody else as big of a fool as to come to my mother’s gardens so willingly.” You scoff softly. “And she’s warned me of you..”

“All bad things i hope.”

“The worst.”

He tilts his head slightly at you- only amusement in his eyes. You’re beautiful, he knows that most..“I’ve heard things about you too.”

“Good things?”

You ask sarcastically-

“Certainly not.”

You stare at him for a couple of seconds he stares back…

“Gonna let me go now?” He says in a mockingly sarcastic tone, raising an eyebrow. “No..you might attack me or something..” you put the dagger slightly harder against his neck and his nostrils flare slightly- “easy where you’re putting that-” he breaths out quickly.

You bring it away and walk so your in-front of him..

“I’m not gonna attack ya, princess..” he snickers. “Promise. On my life.” He nods..

You hesitate…and as you open your mouth to say something you hear guards making their way towards your room from down the long hallway-

“Shit- you’ve gotta hide me! They’ll have my head-” you grab the back of his chair and drag him (loudly- but quickly) towards your balcony, opening the door quickly and shoving him outside, ignoring the way he falls onto his side with a loud groan.

you close the doors and close over the curtains, throwing your dagger to the side right as the guards bang on your doors. “Come in!”

Maddox scoffs quietly from his spot on the floor, looking towards the gardens to see if he can spot the familiar blue of Alaastarr’s jacket.

It opens to reveal the leader of the cards- the king of hearts. He stops and does a small bow towards you. “Princess. We found two thief’s in your mother’s maze. We were wondering if you’ve seen anyone?” He motions towards your balcony- “nope.” You say quickly. “I was napping-” you fake yawn- “only just woke up, actually..”

“Oh..” he nods slowly. “My apologies, your highness.” He nods to you and you nod back respectfully, sighing in relief when he leaves, turning and walking quickly back towards your balcony.

He glares at you as you throw your curtains over and open the red doors. “Nice chat?”

“I just saved your life.” You scowl as you grab the side of his chair and pull him back up- not without effort -ignoring his small grunt as he tumbles back into place, hands and feet still securely fastened to the chair..“Gave me a black eye in the meantime.” He says sarcastically and shifts again. “There’s two of you?” You glare and his eyes widen slightly. “Did I not mention that-?”

You scoff loudly-

“Look- you let me go, and I’ll never even step foot back on royalty grounds.” He sighs..”or my..friend.”

You narrow your eyes slightly at him..when you come up with an idea. “You know your way through the maze?..”

“Like the back of my hand- but don’t be worrying about us, princess-”

“No, I couldn’t give a bigger shit, but- can you take me through?” You sound hopeful..he scoffs.

“What? You?” He looks you up and down. “You’re not exactly ‘going through the royal maze’ material, princess-”

“Not just the maze, wonderland..” you move so your on your knees next to him, dress poofing around you as you do- your hands going to the end of the arm of your chair, just inches away from his own. “You..want me? A thief? To take you? Around wonderland?” He questions in confusion..

“I’m not..allowed out alone and the guards won’t let me leave, my mother hasn’t left since before she had me and it’s my birthday!..I’ve never seen life outside of that maze-” you turn your head to look past the heart shaped gaps in the railings..he stares at you in surprise..pity and just sadness.

“Your birthday, hm? How old are you?”

“18..” you turn and look up at him. “Please. I’ll let you go afterwards and I won’t speak a word of you being here to my mother. I’m good at painting- I can paint you in minutes and have the entire royal guard after you.” You narrow your eyes slightly up at him.

He sighs and looks at you for a couple of seconds..

“You won’t tell anyone?..”

“Not. A. Soul.”

He thinks it thought for a couple of moments..

“I’ll come back at 7:30. Let me get my friend home and I’ll come back- I swear. And- wear something..less princessy, something black.” He looks up at you pleadingly.

You think it though for a couple of seconds…

“Fine.” You stand up and walk towards where you threw your dagger. You kick it up and run back towards him- holding onto your dress with your other hand. “If your even a minute late-”

“I know.” He cuts you off, his eyes on the dagger. “Royal guard bullshit..” you lean down and cut the fabric around his left ankle then his right then you come back up and do his left hand then his right-quickly taking a step back.

“Thank you.” He nods as he brings his hands up and fixes his hat..he stays like that for a tick- just looking at you. He’s taller by a good couple of inches and has to crane his neck down to look you in the eye.

“7:30.” You repeat and he smirks. “7:30.”

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[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

Bobby “sisterfucker” Floyd.

What happens when Bradley “rooster” Bradshaw finds out bobs been hooking up with his sister one day after he visits..and better yet how does hangman end up with the broken nose?

Warnings: mentions of smut, nakedness, blood, reader is a Bradshaw, swearing, slight violence, use of y/n.

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Rooster said to everyone from the get-go, on his very first day at top, “my sister is off limits.”

He watched you with everyone and made sure nobody gave you any looks or smirks- really made it clear to everyone after shoving Jake against the lockers after he made a comment about you.

Or... he'd made that clear to everyone else. Bob assumes rooster doesn't see him as a threat. Why would he? Bradley’s underestimated him from the start.

It started late one night- you and him were the only ones sober after a mission gone very right and you were the ones to make sure everyone got to their homes safely..including Jake. It was the first time he was really alone with you and he realised how nice and sweet you really were. (When your brother wasn’t hovering over you.)

You invited him into your apartment for a quick cup of tea..which- you swear! That’s all it was!..at first, anyway..but when you caught glimpse of him shrugging off his jacket your on the hook near your front door- his arms flexing and his shirt leaving very little to the imagination? How were you expected to keep your hands off him?!

Throughout the night, you’d exchanged glances and smiled at each-over and he even played a couple of games of pool with him..which led to you bending, strategically, over right in front of him- which then led to him having to fix himself discreetly in his pants, praying your brother doesn’t see him.

You knew he wanted you. And the smirk on your face every time you saw him shift made him realise you wanted him just as much.

The second he sat down on the couch, the two of you just knew- your lips smashed against each-overs and you ended up on top of him. You grabbed his arms with purpose and his hands went to your waist as he pulled you further onto him.

He apologised profusely after your little..rendezvous on your couch- rambling on about how he should have gotten you dinner first or at least taken you to the bed- you could only laugh as you put a hand over his mouth- “it’s fine! I..I loved it.” You muttered as you leant in and kissed him again.

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Three weeks later and your laying in bed with him..your not quite sure what the two of you are exactly. He got you dinner a couple of nights after your first time and the two of you have been eating, sleeping together, watching movies and having a good time since.

You have the biggest crush on him. Of course you do. You’re simply waiting for the day he actually asks you to be his girlfriend. It must be coming soon. right?

Your laying in bed together, in your two- room apartment, the two rooms being the bedroom kitchen and living room, and then the bathroom.

Your both naked and facing each-over, his finger gently tracing some patterns along your hip with his left hand- his right hand keeps his head propped up with his elbow on your pillow. “You’re so pretty.” He whispers, his face inches from yours. The afternoon sun that shines from the small gap between the curtains shines perfectly on your face as he stares at you like you hung the moon and the stars themselves..

Your joggers are on the floor- not far away from his jeans and your shirt is next to his boxers. Both of your clothes make a pure mess on the floor.

You smile and lean further forward, pressing your head against his. “No, you.” You mutter, letting out a small sigh..

He lets out a small laugh- “my glasses-” he leans back slightly and you giggle when you see how fogged up they are. He takes them off and wipes them with the end of your blanket- you cup his face before he can put them back on.. “Wait, let me see you.” You gently push his head back, leaning back yourself as you take in how he looks without the metal frames.

You smile as he very slightly narrows his eyes at you, trying to see you- “you look good with and without- but with turns me on more.” You only half joke as you put his glasses on the beside table. “I love your glasses.”

“Thanks.” He whispers playfully, leaning and gently pressing his lips against yours- “not bad yourself.” He leans in and kisses you deeper, gently moving you so your on your back and he pulls himself over you, his chest now against yours. He trails his hand down the side of your hip, gently lifting himself to drone his hand down your front, only stopping when he’s hovering over where you need him so fucking bad-

Your brother, Bradley, likes to visit you on Sundays. Every Sunday- 1:20 sharp unless you tell him otherwise.

Which is why hes strolling casually up the stairs towards your apartment door- 182. He has a key- but he makes sure to knock. (every time)

“Y/n?” He knocks, calling into the room.

You lean back and look towards your door in pure panic- “shit!” You mutter and practically shove Bob off of you, he pulls his fingers out of you gently and looks towards the door.

“Is that Bradley?!” He whispers- eyes wide in horror and mouth ajar-

If Brad sees Bob here, you have no idea what’ll happen, he’ll freak out and- god, it isn’t even worth thinking.

“One sec!” You shout and quickly get out of bed, grabbing your joggers. He does the same, grabbing his boxers and tugging them up desperately, but lets out a small yelp as he trips over them in his hurry, landing on his side on the floor- causing a rather loud thump to come from your room.

“Are you okay?” You hear brad knock louder, obviously assuming you’ve fallen over-

You grab your shirt and pull it on- looking to bob as he grabs the rest of his clothes and rolls under your bed. The sight makes you want to laugh- but you know you can’t, that would be far too obvious.

“I’m fine-”

You open the door- cheeks flushed, hair a mess and clothes messy. “Hey-” you smile the best you can, the nerves shooting through you. “Hi..” he walks in, narrowing his eyes slightly in suspicion. “You okay? You look kinda- flushed.” He puts his bag on your couch and goes to sit down-

“Yeah- I didn’t fall or anything, just tired- Look, this isn’t the best time-” your eyes keep wondering over to the bed- panicking inside.

He stops and turns to you. “what? Why? I thought we were getting lunch-” you curse yourself for not remembering that.

“I’m sorry- I’ve just been hit with something, I feel so sick-” you sniffle to add to your dramatics and he raises and unamused eyebrow..“sick?”

“Yeah- headache, fever..” you shrug and he looks at you for a couple of seconds- obviously not believing your bullshit. “You’ve got someone here.” It starts off as a question mixed with a statement..

“What?! No- no-” he scoffs. “You do- I kno-” he look to the bed..and sees glasses. “I don’t remember you wearing glasses..” he says sarcastically as he walks towards the bed and your panicky state only increases- “you look a mess- you have fucking hickeys for fucks sake-” he grumbled that last part- obviously because it disgusts him-

Your hand shoots up to cover the marks. “Brad-” you follow after him- watching as he stops at the glasses..“wait a minute..” he picks them up slowly- “these look similar too..” he slowly turns and looks at you- the look of pure dread on his face as the realisation seems to dawn on him a touch..

“Don’t tell me-” he looks around. “Where is he?!”

“Wait- okay- hear me out-!” You walk towards him quickly-

“Floyd?! Really-?” He holds up the glasses in shock.

“It’s better than Jake!” You scowl as he looks around again- “he’s here now, isn’t he?” He looks at you for a couple of moments and the look on your face is enough for him to realise that he is, in fact, in the apartment.

“Okay!” Bobs voice comes from under the bed. He slowly rolls himself out of the other side.

He stands up- only in his jeans. His hairs a mess and he has a couple of his own love bites going down the side of his neck, some minor scratch marks down his arms. “Okay- listen!” He holds his hands out-

Bradley glares at him- “I told you! Y/n is off-”

“I started it-!” You butt in quickly. “It isn’t..his fault. Not that it’s a fault- it’s amazing- I really like Bob-”

He glares at the two of you..obviously considering everything that’s going on. “So your..dating?”

“Yes..no..not- officially-” you ramble for a moment- “we’ve been on a couple dates but nothing too-”

“Yes.” Bob looks directly at you, not taking his eyes off you..“if she’ll have me-” you nod quickly at his words- your cheeks flushing slightly. “then yes..we’re dating.” He looks at Bradley..

“I can’t believe this- Bob fucking Floyd.” He mumbles as he turns away from you both, one hand on his hip and the other covering his face.

“Hey- I’m taking good care of her...I always do- I always will. you know you can trust me better than you can trust Jake or coyote- or even Fritz..”

Damm it- Bradley knows he’s right..and it kills him to admit that to himself.

“You hurt her- and it’s your head.” He points at Bob- who nods- “understood..but I’d never do that.” He reassures..

“Brad..I’ll call you later- okay?..” he looks at you for a couple of moments before he nods- passing you back his glasses. he quickly and awkwardly walks towards the door. “I’ll call you later!” He shouts as he gets to the door.

“Okay!” He opens and closes the door quickly, leaving in a rushed way- god he hated that entire situation.

A couple of moments after the door closes..you start laughing. “Shit-” you turn to him- a huge smile on your face- “you thought he was gonna kill you!”

Bob looks at you for a couple of moments in confusion..before he starts gently laughing with you, walking towards you slowly. “I’m glad my fear was funny for you.” He gently grabs your waist when he gets close enough and pulls you into him. “And we both thought he was gonna kill me.”

You smile and your arms wrap around his neck, leaning closer to him so your chest to chest. “Yeah, if I’m being honest I was shitting myself.” You lean up and gently press your lips to his.

He flinches back slightly when he gee the cold metal of his glasses touch his face but he relaxes when he feels you push them to his nose. He opens his eyes- blinking a couple of times before he sees you again, properly, this time.

“I’m glad we’re dating, darlin’.” He mutters as he presses his head to yours gently, swaying the two of you slightly. You hum in response- “me too..”

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Less than half a week later, Jake and Bradley are in the locker rooms gets changed after working out, they’re both dripping with sweat. Jake’s been noticing something off about one of his best friends all day.

“Hey- something goin’ on?” He raises one arm to spray himself with deodorant.

“Nah. It’s Fine.” He nods slowly as he puts his belt on, making sure it goes through every loop on his jeans. “Perfectly fine..”

..“you don’t seem fine.” He mutters- not sure what exactly to do with him as he raises his other arm, spraying that one too.

“Y/n has a boyfriend.” He blurts out.

Jake perks up delightfully at that- and he laughs. “What?! Sometime got past your defences?!” He mocks as he grabs his boxers and puts them on under his towel.

“Shut up- he’s someone i actually…kinda trust with her, he’s..not the worst person for her.” He grumbles, grabbing his shirt.

“Well- who is the sisterfucker? Anyone we know?” Bradley feels a slight tinge of annoyance as he hesitantly answers.

“Fuck off, man-”

Jake laughs harder- “come on it must be someone we know, why else would you be all secretive and closed off.” He says as he pulls on his shirt. “Is it one of the boys? I bet it’s Fritz or somethi-”

“It’s Bob..” he mutters.

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“What?” Jake can’t hide the smile that threatens to appear on his face- biting the inside of his lip.

“It’s Bobby.”

Jake bursts out laughing- “Bob Floyd?! Shyest guy on the team- with your sister?!” He grins widely as he takes in the information-

“Yeah- but shut up about it-”

“I can’t believe this! God- I thought your sister would go for someone..else- literally anyone else-”

“It don’t matter, she seems happy enough-”

“Sister fucker! It should be his call sign!”

He looks over as Jake turns to his locker, getting out his bag- as he does, the door opens to reveal Bob, glasses slightly steamed up from working out.

“Bob ‘sister fucker’ Floyd-!” He laughs harder at the irony and turns back to Brad- only to get left hooked right in the nose. He’s confusing sick of Jake’s comments and face and voice and-

He groans, bobs mouth opens and Bradley swears to himself, holding onto his hand- “fucking asshole! He isn’t a sister fucker- they’re actually dating! And it’s more than you ever have had.”

Bob has to take a couple of seconds to fully realise what’s going on..before he realises Bradley basically just defended both yours and his honour-

“The fuck?!” Jake moves back up, blood running out of his nose and down towards his lip- “I was fucking about! I’m happy for the idiots-” he walks towards the showers and turns one on, putting his face under it- wincing at the feeling as it does.

Bradley looks to Bob..“shut up.” He walks past him towards the door. Bobs eyebrows furrow in confusion- he didn’t say a word.

Jake turns to him..“how the fuck did it even happen anyway?..your..you.” He grumbles as he grabs a towel and puts it on his nose, it’ll have to do for the time being- most of the team know about Jake’s little crush on the Bradshaw sister.

…“a couple of weeks ago. When we won that mission?..when we got everyone home- she invited me into ‘er place..one thing led to another and..”

Jake looks at him for a couple of seconds..“but why you?”

Bob pushes his glasses slightly further up his face. “She loves my glasses.”

He shrugs smugly- his chest puffed with pride and the smile on his face showing he’s so, so happy to have you.

Jake rolls his eyes- “she’s into nerds then.” He walks past him. The comment makes bobs mouth come together in a thin line as he opens his locker and puts his bag in it.

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When he gets to your apartment that night, he almost squeezes the life out of you- his chin in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

You laugh as you hug him back, your chin going to his shoulder- “someone’s happy to see me.” You lean back. “What’s wrong-” you go to move away but he keeps his arms around your waist.

“Brad punched Jake today..for us.” He mutters as he leans back, moving his hands to your hips.

“What?!” Your hands to his upper chest, letting them rest there. “Why?!”

“Well, Jake was probably being an asshole as usual- but I walked into the locker room and..Jake called me a ‘sister fucker’ I think he said- and Bradley just punches him-”

You cut him off with a small giggle, your head coming to his chest. “Sister fucker..” you mutter, obviously used.

He smiles. “Well, he wasn’t wrong-”

You laugh again and gently hit the side of his chest, loving the way his strong arms move to wrap around you. “Could be my new call sign.” He jokes, making you laugh harder.

He loves your laugh more than anything. He’d do anything to make you laugh for the rest of his life.

And he hopes you’ll eventually give him that chance.

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

Home at last.

Ghost Simon coming home to you.

Warnings: Riley 🐕, reader being worried, minor injury mentions, reader is referred to as ‘missus’ ‘love’ ‘birdie’, swearing, domesticated Simon Riley, mentions of smut at the end but no ACTUAL smut.

When your boyfriend of 6 years comes home from work, he isn’t ghost. He’s Simon. Your Simon. The boys from 141 know about you- they all love you and come to yours once a month for dinner with their own wives and girlfriends.

You met him years back and it took him awhile to get close to you and trust you and even longer to ask you out. But meeting you was one of the best thing that ever happened to him. And you’re well aware that waiting for him to be ready is the one thing you will never regret in life. You love him and you love how comfortable he is with you now.

your the one who bought him Riley when he was nothing but a pup and your the one who cleans his wounds when he gets home and your the one who cooks for him and eats whatever he cooks for you- your the one who makes him feel so fucking good and the one who lets him make you feel just as amazing in return.

You know he plans on proposing soon. You found the ring in his drawer when you were looking for one of his shirts to wear and he’s been writing to you 10x more than he usually would- since he isn’t allowed to use his phone.

The 141 all call you his missus- he has you saved in his phone as ‘my missus.’ You’ve just been waiting for him to return home.

He went away on a..rather long mission- 4 months. You had nothing but your dog, Riley, and Netflix to keep you company. You stress when he’s gone for more than a week and you miss him. You didn’t really know when he would be coming home-

So when you hear that familiar sound of the lock turning at your front door your up from your bed in a flash- running down the stairs, Riley hot on your tail.

You jump on him from the bottom stair when you see him, legs wrapping around his waist as your arms go around his neck- hugging him tightly. You don’t notice his wince as you do- you can only sigh happily at the way he wraps his arms around your waist, his face going into the side of your neck to breathe in your sent- the one he’s missed so fucking much-

“Missed ye s’much, love-” he mutters as he holds you tightly, holding on like your his last life support.

“Missed you too, si-” you let him gently put you down- and you finally see his face. He has a bruise over his left eye and a couple of marks on his cheek- “what the fu-?” You’re cut off by Riley who jumps up and licks Simon’s hand, going crazy next to the two of you. He barks and Simon snickers as he squats down, stroking Riley and giving him attention.

“Good boy- yes you are-” He smiles- “what happened?” You snarl out, grabbing his arm and attempting to grab his arm to pull him up in an obvious state of worry. He lets you- although he could easily have pulled you down instead. The dog follows you both, his tail wagging generously at the sight of his dad.

“It’s just fighting and war’nstuff- don’ worry ‘aba it-” he says as you lead him into the kitchen, sitting him down on a dining room chair.

He spreads his legs and pulls you towards him, his arms moving to hold you against his chest as he does- his hands on the sides of your lower thighs and his head nestled into your stomach. “M’fine.” He reassures.

You smile slightly and run a hand through his hair gently- “you sure?” He nods into you and Riley walks towards his bed, plopping himself down into it.

“Fine..but I’m putting some ice on it-” he nods- “yeah- just not ye’.” You scoff- “if I don’t put ice on it soon, it’ll get all purple and blue and black-” he groans as he pushes himself further into your stomach. “I’ll be fineeee- Just st’y ’er with me..” he grumbles, hands moving further up to playfully squeeze your ass.

You huff and laugh softly when you realise what he wants from you. “Oh- I see what’s happening-” you squeal when he suddenly dips them leans forwards and pushes you over his shoulder. His strength has always amazed you- how he’s able to just do that whenever he wants and carry you around like your nothing but air.

“Simon-!” Your pelvis digs into his shoulders in the best way possible. Your cheeks flush as he playfully smacks your ass- making you gasp. He quickly walking towards the stairs. Riley huffs out his nose in his bed but turns his head away, ears twitchy as he closes his eyes to rest.

every step he goes up, you smack his shoulder gently- and he barley feels any of them. Simon laughs as he gets to the top of the stairs, opening the door to your shared room quickly. “What?” He asks playfully, walking slowly towards your bed. “Put me down!” You laugh and hold on tighter to his arm, admiring the view you get from being so far over his shoulder..he had a nice ass, you’ll give him that much.

“Fine.” He pulls you so you fall backwards- causing a small yelp to leave your mouth. Your back meets the comfy covers of your bed and you look up at him- “really? So mature- just dropping me like tha-” he leans down and smashes his lips onto yours, his hands moving to hold onto your hips firmly but gently. You let out a small moan as you kiss him back, arms moving to go around his neck as you pull him closer to you- needing that sense of warmth his body very often gives you.

“M’ssed ya, birdie.” He whispers against your lips as he begins to kiss down your neck, one hand slowly making towards the hemline of your pants, your hands quickly slide up and into his hair- tugging gently on his blonde locks, your mouth opening when you finally feel him again.

Fuck, you’re in for a rough night.

[blog-of-agony-and-despair]

~Simon ‘👻’ Riley~

Two soldiers and a watchtower

Ghost with a girl from another division, force 182, who matches his freak better than anyone he’s ever met. She fights back, doesn’t flinch every time he moves and can hold her own in a fight.

Warnings: smut, sex in a watchtower, banter, arguing, swearing, very little aftercare, working out, reader can be seen as American as she’s called “yank” at one point, use of sweetheart, lovey and birdy, smoking,

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Simon “ghost” Riley never thought he’d find anyone. He’s too tough and away from home too often and isn’t the most attractive on his team, in his opinion, by far. His comrades describe him as married to the job- and they’ve always said he’ll never find anyone tough enough to handle him anyway.

Until you. You came for a long-term mission with another division from the USA. You’re one of the only women in the group but the strongest out of all of them and it’s obvious you’re the “ghost” of your team- he could tell from the start that you were strong, physically and mentally and barked orders at everyone- no matter who they were..even him at one point. You caught his eye from the beginning.

A week into the team up of the divisions and the two of you hate each-over..and Simon loves it. Normally, people don’t argue back to him or are too scared to correct him..not you..and he can’t help but admire it in a way.

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Day one.

But now, the two of you are in the back of one of the smaller military trucks, going towards the gates, a soldier in the front driving quietly. Everyone else has been dropped off at their barracks but after a particularly bad row between you and Simon, your being forced to stay up on nights watch around the gates of the base as a punishment…in full gear. all night. For the rest of the week. Alone.

It’s already getting dark- the winter weather not helping either of you. The stars are already in the sky and the moon is shining down on you both.

He’s glaring at you, his gun resting against his chest as he does, the only skin he’s showing because of his gear are his eyes.

You glare back at him- your gear heavy and your gun next to you, leaning against your shoulder. The duffel bag that holds weapons and some food the two of you may need.

Simon continues to glare at you. He hates those eyes of yours, but he loves the fire behind them. He hates your body in that combat suit, but loves your figure...he hates how strong you are, but he craves it…and he has little to no idea why.

He can feel his body reacting to you..he can feel a shiver run through him, his heart beat getting a little faster but he ignores it. Trying to ignore everything about you.

“Stop looking at me. Look forward.” His masks moved with every word- it makes one of your eyebrows raise.

“You ever take that off, tough guy?” You motion to his mask mockingly, moving to sit against the side of the van properly.

He rolled his eyes, glaring at you once again. “It stays on. Always.” He shifts to get more comfortable, sitting facing you. His eyes tracing over you again but for different reasons this time. He was checking you out..or at least trying to anyway.

You smirk- “you ugly under there or something?”

His glare hardens. “Quite the opposite.”

You snicker and lean back further against the truck, tilting your head back to look at the stars above- shaking your head slowly..“Doubt it.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. You could practically hear him growl out his response in a low grumble, muffled slightly by the fabric. “Watch it. Soldier..You have no idea what I look like under this.”

You put your elbow on the side of the truck and put the side of your head on the palm of your hand, propping yourself up as you look back at him. “I don’t exactly want to find out- I’d be blinded by ugliness.”

He rolled his eyes again at the insult. He was used to it from new teammates, but from you? His blood was starting to boil from it but he kept his temper in check for now.

“Clever. Think of that all on yer’ own, or did Mummy help you come up with it?”

You scoff. “And if she did? Got something against mommys?” You raise your eyebrows in sarcastic question.

He rolled his eyes again. That damn smile. He wanted to just shut you up..but he knew he couldn't.

You look him up at down..“how tall are you- 6’0?” You scoff out, looking towards the camp you’ve just come from, trying not to act too interested.

He gave you a deadpanned look as you spoke. He knew the height comment was coming as soon as you looked up at him. Of course you'd comment on it. He scoffed, sitting up more straight and crossing his arms over his chest, making his arms flex a bit through his own gear. "I'm 6'4.." he answered bluntly, not taking his eyes off of you.

“You’re tall.”

“Yeah, almost a foot from the looks of it.” He grumbles. “Brilliant observation, genius.”

“You’re very welcome.” You wink as you get out some gum from your pocket- cherry..he likes cherry.

You pop two into your mouth and nod to him, holding out the packet.

He sighs and mutters something under his breath as he leans over and takes the packet, leaning back as he takes out two- like you did..then puts his gloved hand under his mask, carefully and slowly so you don’t see anything and he throws the packet back to you. You catch it easy and put it back in your pocket, the one just next to your belt.

“I like cherry..” he mutters. “Cherries are the worst soft fruits to watch scary movies with. They spend the whole time hiding behind a cushion as they are cherrified.” He looks at you casually as he jokes..

You sigh loudly- “for fucks sake, don’t tell me that’s all you do.” You groan. He smirks under the mask- and you can see the slight wrinkle of his eye just next to his nose. “Just wait- we have 4 days.” He gruffs out as the truck comes to a sudden stop.

You grab your gun and grab onto the side, vaulting yourself over it and landing steady on your feet against the grass that leads to the watchtower that the two of you will be staying in every. Single. Night.

You’ve already been given the timetable, it’s easy to remember because it doesn’t fuckin’ change. Monday-sunday, get the truck at 6:30 at night and don’t leave until 5:30 in the morning the next day- sleep through the day and then get up and do the exact same thing when you wake up. 11 hour shifts with ghost? Fuck. Your. Life.

He gets out the same way you do- landing on his feet and grabbing his gun and the duffel bag once he has.

“Pick you up at 5:35 tomorrow, bright and early.” Terry, the driver calls out as you both as he drives off.

“Okay- thank you!” You call out and wave slightly before turning and walking towards the watchtower- you go to the steps quickly, holding onto the railing as you do, your gun over your other shoulder. He follows behind slower, sighing at every corner he turns on.

You stop at the door and turn to him, leaning against the wall. “You have the key, right?”

“Of course I have the bloody key.” He goes into his pocket and gets out a plain silver key, opening the door and pulling it towards him, moving to the side for you to walk in.

You mutter a thanks to him as you walk in- looking around the..rather small room, You flip on the lights switch just next to you. It’s a plain. square box room- a two seater couch just to the right when you first walk in- a square coffee table informed of the couch. The wall infront of the entrance and the wall to the left both have long windows that take up the middle of the walls and there are tables put together along the wall to the left with a couple of chairs along them. There’s one table against the wall infront of the entrance that has a kettle, mugs and coffee packets and tea bags there, in the far right corner is a mini-fridge.

He closes the door behind him before surveying the room just like you are. He huffed as he looked at the room- it was small..and there was a couch..of course there was a damn couch.

"Great. A couch." He says sarcastically and walks towards it, putting his gun on the table in front of it before sitting down on the right side and putting his feet up onto the wood next to his gun, his hands going behind his head.

You put your gun next to his and you walk towards one of the ‘spinny’ chairs and sit down on it, putting your feet up onto the table- “where exactly do we piss and shit?” You tilt your head back against the back of the chair and look at him- upside down.

“Outside. There’s an outhouse.” He tilts his head slightly at you as you sigh and look back to the window.

“Brilliant.” You mutter sarcastically.

“I’ve got one- Why did the outhouse get promoted?” His voice is full of humour.

You close your eyes- mentally repairing yourself..

“Because it was outstanding in its field…of waste.”

You clench your jaw. “Stop.” “Never.”

You look to the kettle then look over your shoulder to look at him..then you bring your feet down and walk towards the kettle and put it on- “make me a proper British cuppa.” You say in a bad British accent- the worst he’s heard in a while.

He raised an eyebrow, a small huff of a laugh escaping him when you spoke to him in a bad British accent. He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not a bloody butler, you know. Make it yourself, yank."

“Oh- come on, I’ve never had a Brit make me one. It’s- it’s what your known for!” You smirk and turn towards him, leaning against the table. “Would it help if I said please?”

“Not really-” “make me a cup of tea, now.” You bark out- your military side really showing.

He sighs as he stands up, walking towards the kettle. He gets out a mug slightly hesitationtly- before turning on the kettle and getting the teabag ready.

You look up at him and smirk, he’s stood next to you as he works..“thanks..” you whisper smugly and he side-eyes you- unamused as he opens a packet of sugar.

When he’s finished he slides it slightly towards you, turning so the side of his hip is against the table and he crosses his arms over his chest. “That’ll be the best cuppa’ you’ve eva’ ‘ad.”

You raise an amused eyebrow as move to sit down on the table, your legs coming off the edge of it- as you slowly pick up the mug. you bring it to your lips and you take a hesitant sip.

..“well?” He nods towards it- trying not to stare at your body in those pants- shite, what’s gotten into him?! He’s never usually like this, it’s easy for him to keep his eyes to the ground but with you? He couldn’t possible..

“You could say it’s- tea-riffic.” You snort into your cup and he has to close his eyes to keep himself from laughing. “Not bad…not bad at all.” He walks back towards the couch and you grin- obviously proud with yourself. “I’m aware.” You look over at him as he sits down- and he tilts his head slightly at you- his eyes baring into yours deeply…

“So..what’s the big bad ghosts’s favourite colour?” You narrow your eyes challengingly at him…he thinks for a couple of moments..nobody’s ever asked him this before. Because why would they?…“red.” He mutters before lying down, looking to the ceiling.

The rest of the night was full of the two of you making slight chit chat, you on your spinny chair, swaying back and forth gently as he stares at the lights that you’ve switched off above, his head on the arm of the couch. Most of the time he hated answering questions- but you don’t ask bad ones.

You fell asleep against the truck on the way back to the base..and he watched as your gun hit you on your head at the bump- making no means to catch it before it did -knocking you awake..it made him smirk under the mask..

“Shut up-” you mumbled as you rubbed the side of your head. It made him snicker.

Day two.

Today has been better than usual. You’ve talked all day- got him to open up more and learnt more about him.

Ghost is on the floor, doing pushups, your hands are wrapped around a bar that you put up on the doorframe and your doing pull-ups, your legs put over eachover below you. “Two fish sit in a tank.” He says out of nowhere, looking over at you as he stops moving for a second, his arms on show- he had taken his coat off when he got in and when you caught a glimpse of his tattoos you did a double take. You sigh and close your eyes. “Yes?” He continues on with his pushups. “One turns to the other and goes- ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” He looks sideways at you- silently begging you to laugh.

You sigh and look up as you do another pull up. “I’m too tired for this.” He lets out a gruff laugh as he watches you pull yourself up..your strength is strangely attractive to him.

He puts one hand behind his back, continuing them with only one hand. “Ave’ got a better one-” you let out a small laugh and look over at him. “Please- no-”

“Knock knock.” You sigh and put your legs straight before you let go of the bar, landing on your feet, sweating.

“Who’s there?” You tilt your head slightly as you look at his arm as it blushes with every push. “Yoda lady.” You furrow your eyebrows- “yoda lady who-” the realisation slaps you in the face. “I hate you..” You look at him with pure disappointment and annoyance.

He looks over and laughs- not a small one- a real laugh that makes you scoff loudly- “don’t laugh- that was so bad-” He laughs harder and takes a deep breath as he moves to use his other hand.

“Yoda lady who-” he mutters in amusement. You sigh. “It’s really not that funny. You sure you’re not a dad? You’rere making a lot of dad jokes.”

He grins and moves so he’s on his knees, reaching over for his water.

You look to the side so he can lift up his mask and take a quick swig of water, putting it back down on the table with a small sigh as he does..you look back to him as he fixes his max around his neck..

“You love them really..” he snickers. “I hate them. I hate you- your jokes, your attitude..” you mumble. “Stupid jokes most of all-” you say this..as you stare at his heaving chest and the way he looks on his knees- you shake your head slightly and turn towards the coffee table next to you, picking up your own bottle of water.

…

He grins to himself. He decides to piss you off just a tiny bit more. “What do you call a fake noodle?” He looks over at you- only to see you quickly turn to him- “an impasta!” You laugh victoriously and point at him- “I know that one!” You smile and he goes quiet for a couple of seconds- taking in the genuine look of hot on your face and how happy you seem to be that you managed to solve one of his jokes out.

“Why shouldn’t ye’ trust an atom?” He blurts it out before he can stop it. You raise an eyebrow..“why?” You sigh again- but it’s more out of amusement now and narrow your eyes slightly at him as you walk over to your spinny chair, putting your elbow on the arm of the chair as you look up at him, your chin going to the palm of your hand. “Because they make up everything.” He says it quietly..as if it’s a secret-

You take a deep breath and nod slowly, your obviously trying your best not to laugh. “That was a good one..” you admit with a small grin.

“I know.” He leans back slightly, still on his knees.

You roll your eyes and lean back against the chair. “Time?” He looks to the watch on his wrist- “3:25.”

You stand up and walk towards the mini-fridge. “Still 3 hours 5 left.” You groan.

He stands up slowly- but doesn’t move for a moment or two..just looks you over..before he slowly walk towards you. “You know- you’re not as bad I thought you were to begin with..the bad jokes could be stopped- but other than that your not the hardest person to share a watchtower with..”

you get out an iced coffee you put in there when you first got in before you shrug and turn to him-

As you do- he’s right in front of you..your almost chest to chest. “Wish I could say the same.” He says sarcastically, but it’s obvious he doesn’t mean it. He stares down into your eyes- his eyes are beautiful.

“Shut up.” You playfully nudge his shoulder with your own as you walk past- but he grabs your upper arm before you can get far, his masked face extremely close to your own.

At first you found the skull creepy and unsettling..it still is- but it also does something to you now. Something it 10000% shouldn’t be. He uses it to scare people off, not turn them on.

“What?” You mutter in confusion- not making any move to get out of his grip..you see that thin line between his shirt and his neck and you see him swallow as he tries to get his words out.

“You’re not..the worst person to be stuck with either.” He mumbles, looking you up and down..the way you hold yourself with such confidence and without a spec of fear in your eyes shouldn’t be so attractive to him..

You smile slightly. “I’m glad.” You wink playfully and as you go to walk again he holds onto you harder- not enough to fully hurt but enough for you to stay where you are. “Your still a pain in my arse, though- don’t forget tha’.” You roll your eyes- “you had to ruin it..didn’t you?” You move your face closer-

He moves closer to you. Your chest is now completely against his. “I..” he starts but he mumbles off..he can see every freckle, mark and scar on your face and neck from this angle, it makes him feel things he shouldn’t be. Not for you…“i need a nap.”

He lets go of you and walks towards the couch. “Wake me up if you see anything- or need anything.” He lies down on it, putting his hands behind his head. “Alright..” you say quietly and walk towards the chair, sitting down on it and spinning it to face the window- putting one leg over the other as you look down to the woods, taking a sip of the iced coffee.

You really, really hate to admit it..but the way he grabbed you..the way he made you stay next to him- and stared into your eyes..god- it turned you on. You press your thighs together as you take a deep breath- you need to calm the fuck down.

You want him..yes- you hate him- but you still..want him. God- more than anything you want him.

He noticed your thighs coming together..it made that smug part of him show just a little as he fixed himself in his pants.

Day three.

“I fucking hate you- you don’t know how to keep your fucking mouth closed!” You snarl as you slam the door of the tower closed, turning to him- he got there about ten minutes before you did. He hadn’t let you get a word in at the meeting this morning- you were both exhausted after your second night in the tower and you’ve simply snapped.

The two of you argued relentlessly on the drive here- it was so bad that Terry stoped halfway rather than the full hour, meaning you had to walk for half an hour- his long legs meant he got there before you- hence why he got there minutes earlier.

He growls as he turns to you- “oh fuck you, you wanker- I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true-”

“I could have said those things too if you had given me a fucking chance!”

“Is all you say ‘fucking’?!”

“Fuck you!” You sit down on your chair and turn away from him- taking deep breaths -god you just wanna kill him-!

You suddenly feel yourself get spun around quickly- and harshly stopped. His hands are on the arms of your chair, holding on tightly- his body is practically hovering over yours and he’s staring into your eyes- you feel his breath through his mask hit your face and it’s sends goosebumps down your spine.

“Fuck me? You’re the one acting like a lil fuckin’ bra’.” He spits out, his voice low and irritated.

You don’t look away or flinch back, you stare back at him- his accents doing more to you than it should be.

You can’t help the way your thighs press together slightly- desperately needing something to ease the throbbing that’s beginning to appear-

He looks down- notices your movement..then looks back to your eyes..“someone’s needy.” He mutters before he moves to stand up straight, letting go of the arms of your chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares down at you.

Your breath hitches- “you’rere delusional.” You scrunch your nose up in disgust at him.

“I don’t think I am, birdy.”

“I hate you- and don’t call me birdy!..”

“Most people secretly want what they hate…not you though, yer not being very secretive about it.” He mocks.

“God- I just wanna-” you hiss out before he cuts you off- “what? Kill me? Slap me? Kiss me? Fuck me?” He rolls his eyes- “All of the above?”

“You’rere not exactly my type.” You lie through your teeth and he spots it quick enough. “Bollocks.” He nods his head up at you once, looking you up and down as he does.

“Not bollocks, actually-” you say in a bad English accent, making fun of him. “You don’t know me- I might have a boyfriend- fuck, a husband, outside of the 182!” He shakes his head-

“But you don’t. I know you don’t- I see the way you look at me..if you did, I’d be telling you to break up- or divorce the man you’re with.” He gruffs out.

Your jaw tightens. “You don’t exactly keep your eyes up here either.” You point two fingers at your own eyes- glaring up at him still as you do. “You want me just as bad..”

“So you do admit ya’ want me, then?” He smirks under the mask, proud of himself.

Your cheeks flush very slightly- “no- now you’re putting words in my mouth-” you growl up at him, standing up..as you do, your chest almost touches his and you realise soon enough it doesn’t help your predicament at all..

He looks down to where your chests meet..“You were sayin’?” He narrows his eyes at you.

You close your eyes..“shut up.” You turn to the kettle and put it on, getting out a mug.

He smirks as he turns and sits back down on his couch- “tha’s wha’ I thought..” he mumbles as he sits down. Spreading his legs as he does.

You turn your head slowly to him. “What was that?”

He looks at you..and he’s about to repeat what he said in a smug voice..but then he sees the look on your face..

“What?” He acts innocence- his thighs tensing as you turn fully towards him. “No- Nono- what was that, ghosty? That’s what you thought?” You snarl and his eyes widen very, very slightly-

“No I didn’t-” You walk towards him and he sits up in his seat-

You stop inbetween his manspread legs and glare down at him. “I hate you.” You sigh.

“Feelin’s mutual.” He mutters and leans forward slightly, looking up at you..

“Why do you have to be such a dick?! Why can’t you just admit you don’t actually mind me as much as you make out?!” You scowl, extremely annoyed.

“Because if I do- I don’t know what I’ll do.” He spits back, standing up suddenly, he towers over you- he is 6’4- and as tough as his body may be? His eyes are a while different story. “And I don’t mean slapin’ ya.” He admits harshly.

You look up at him in surprise…“what if I want that?” You says quietly- quieter than before..you say it before you can stop yourself, if your being honest..

“Prove it.”

One hand slowly goes towards his shoulder- obviously not wanting to touch him without permission. Your eyes look into his- asking if you can.

He seems..hesitant. But he leans over, flicks off the lights and nods and you put your hand on his shoulder, he puts one hand on your hip and gently but firmly pulls you towards him. He motions to your hips and you get the idea soon enough..you sit him back down onto the couch.

You don’t even think about the light- you assume it’s because he dosent want you seeing him properly or something- to be honest, you don’t really care.

You move so your straddling him, not putting your entire body weight on him but enough that you can feel him through his pants..“told ya’ ya’ wanted me..”

You roll your eyes as you grind down against him to shut him up- not roughly or hard- hit enough to make make him close his eyes..“You don’t get much, do you?…”

“Not really, no-” he admits as his hands rest gently on your hips. He grins up against you perfectly and you let out a small huff. “Mask on?” You mock, knowing what his answer will be- “obviously..” he says coldly.

“How are we gonna..one of your hands go to his mouth and you can feel him smile below it. “We don’t..is that..ok?” You nod slowly- grinding down against him again- “but it better be as big as your ego.” You scoff and he scoffs back sarcastically, looking down the growing bulge in his pants. “I wouldn’t worry about that one..”

You undo your pants, lifitng one leg at a time until you manage to awkwardly get them off, leaving you in black panties he just knows are soaked- he puts one hand on the edge of it and traces along towards that small bow at your front, playfully flicking it.

Your hands go to his belt and you gently take it off him- “m’ not made of glass.” He reminds you sarcastically, pinching your side playfully. You jolt at the feeling and hit his shoulder- “hey-” he snickers and rubs his thumb over where he pinched..

You sigh as you take off his belt and unzip and undo his pants- thanking the gods above that he doesn’t have a lot of armour and gear past his hips.

You tighten down just enough so his boxers are on show and- sweet hold Mary mother of Jesus- “oh..” you mutter..even with the boxers on you can see he’s huge- it’s big enough that it goes past that pretty little bow of yours Long and obviously thick- a large, white, and damp spot where his tip is..

“shit, ghosty..” you mutter- slowly running your finger along it, pressing harder when you get the feeling of a vein- “Simon..call me Simon.” He breaths out, watching as you get to his tip and press down gently on it, watching as the outline of it bobs slightly..

“Simon.” You test it out on your tounge, looking down at him..“thats never gonna fit-”

He sighs, making you shut up. Shit, he likes how his name sounds coming out of your mouth a little bit too much- now he has to make you scream it. He puts his two fingers on that small bow- pushing down slightly as he traces it down slowly, looking for that cute little button of yours, only stopping when he feels your thighs tense against his- there she is. He presses down harder and feels a sense of smugness when you let out a shaky sigh. “I’ll make it fit, sweetheart.” The nickname has you thirsting-

He circles it slowly, making you move the hand on the arm of the couch to his shoulder, grounding yourself- he’s right. You’re soaked- he can fucking feel it, but not feel it enough. He brings his hands together and slowly takes off his right glove, showing his pale skin..it’s littered in scars and marks from his time in the 141. It’s endearing to you..pretty, even. They aren’t so different from your own.

He slowly traces his middle finger along the hemline of your panties, before he gently pushes it past them, moving down towards your cunt. “So wet..barley even touched you.” He whispers as he gets to your clit once again, circling it slightly rougher this time, making you moan softly- “Simon-” you gasp out, closing your eyes and tilting your head back, gently rocking your hips against his finger-

He suddenly goes further down and hooks his finger up and into you- plunding into your heat. “Si!” You pant and hold harder onto his shoulder- god your pathetic! It’s one finger- what’s gotten into you?!

“Want me to put anotha’ in?” He looks up at you, even whilst he’s under you- he’s still the one in charge..not barking orders at him anymore, are you? He thinks to himself- smirking under the mask.

You nod desperately, clenching- “ask nicely.” He scoffs. “Please- please- one more-” he nods to himself as he brings his other finger next to his own and begins to slowly pump them in—out—in—out of you. The pace is perfect- his two fingers alone feel like half the dicks you’ve taken in your life and it drives you insane- you buck against them and he begins to go slightly faster. In-out-in-out-

“Simon-” you bring your head down to his other shoulder, panting against it- he can feel your breath against it and he groans quietly..“you like that?” At first- you think he’s mocking you- but when he nudges you, you realise he’s genuinely asking. “Fuck, yes- I love it-” the confusion in your voice makes him go faster, realising you’re genuinely enjoying it- inoutinoutinout- “fuck-” Your hips stutter slightly-

He begins to scissor his fingers, if your acting like such a whore for something so small you’ll fall apart on his cock-

You moan and your eyesbrows kint together, as your mouth opens- “si- so close-” you breath out and he grins in pride- “already?” He goes faster and you nod quickly- moving both hands to his arm- “shit-shitshit-” you look down at his hand shoved into your panties-“Atta’ girl- there ya’ go- c’mon cum for me.” you can’t help the way your hips jerk harder against his fingers as you finish. “Simon-” you call out as his pace begins to falter and slow down. “Good girl..” he mutters as he slowly brings his fingers out of you.

He looks into your eyes as he brings his hand up to his mask, using his other one to lift up the front of us forwards- so you can’t see his face but he can put his fingers into his mouth, the sucking noise that comes from it makes you want him all over again.

You hook your fingers into your panties and quickly pull them down, looking down at his very prominent..problem. “I hope you’re ready for it..”

“Si, it’s not gonna fit-” you insist but he puts his one gloved hand over your mouth. “We’ll make it fit..but ya’ gotta trust me, birdy.” You nod slowly and he lets go of your mouth, moving to his boxers..

“Shit.” You mutter as he gets them off- he’s the biggest you’ve seen..it makes you fucking drip.

He pulls you towards him and jerks up his thighs so they smash against your body- making you gasp and your body move further up. “Si-” you look at him- your face is inches away from his mask.

“Ssshhhhh.” He says softly as he presses hit tip against your entrance, his hands holding tightly onto your hips- you whine and hold onto his shoulders tightly, gripping onto the colder fabric of his shirt.

He slowly pushes up- making you whimper softly. God- just the tip is enough to make you wanna scream. “I got’cha- don’t worry-” he gently pulls you down onto him as he lifts his hips up, making you moan and clench around him. “Oh sweetheart..” he groans quietly- “just about halfway-” you almost go pale- “huh?” You look at him in suprise and pure bliss- “only halfway-?” Your mouth opens slightly.

He nods slowly as he pushes you down a little bit harder- “oh-!” You gasp-

When you do bottom out, you’re panting heavily- he’s so deep! “Simon..so- deep-” he smirks under the mask, you just know it- “yeah? Can you feel me in ‘er?” He taps your lower stomach playfully, making your jolt and nod quickly.

The pain of having him in you soon turns into a crippling pleasure- You jerk your hips gently and you let out a small sigh- “fuck- move, please-”

He jerks his own hips up harshly, making you moan- “Simon-” you move one hand to his chest and the other to his bicep as he grips onto your hips tighter, thrusting up once- then twice- then three times- and from the third he sets a steady pace.

You moan softly with every movement, praising and whimpering his name- “fuck-” he grunts as he began to move faster, grabbing your hands and putting them at the curve of your back, holding on tightly as he moves even faster-

You moan and lean back against both his hands and yours, giving him a clear view of how he enters you.

He groans at the sight- how stretched out your poor pussy looks how desperate she is for him..and moves to hold your hands in his gloved hand bringing his other bare one down and to your clit, circling it with his thumb quickly-

“So close!” You whine out and throw your head back in pure bliss- “shit!” You hold onto his hand with your own, “already?” He playfully mocks. “Too much for you, hm?” He growls out as he begins in to move you with him, making you moan louder, his thumb circles your clit faster. You’d be suprised if your comrades back at camp couldn’t hear you.

“‘M close too- do it with me, birdy- with me.” He snarls and you nod quickly as you lean back up, looking down at him-

Surprising both you- and himself..he teaches up with the hand that was circling and he grabs onto his mask, shoving it off his head to grab the back of yours, pulling you down to kiss you desperately.

Your eyes widen in surprise but you kiss him back, moaning into his mouth- “Simon-” you say into the kiss, trying to lean back and take a look at his face but he keeps your head by his, continuing to kiss you.

You get that feeling in your lower stomach and you moan, your eyes closing and you put your head against his- “oh fuck I’m-” he nods- “me too-”

Your hips stutter and rock against his as you finish, your mouth opening in a silent scream. He pulls out with a grunt- just in time for him to squirt all over your lower stomach and thighs, staining some of your army shirt. “Fuck..” he pants and leans back-

When you see his face you freeze, looking into his eyes..he has messy blonde hair and the black makeup around his eyes is smudged around towards his cheeks and he a slight bit of stubble- but he’s..beautiful. “Shut up-” he reaches for his mask but you put your hand over his before he can. “You were right…the opposite.” You mutter in defeat and his eyebrows furrow slightly, his eyes looking over your face.

You clear your throat and go to move off of him- gasping as you do- “ow..” he snickers and helps you move onto the other side of the couch, “Al’ get you some tissue- you obviously need it-”

he looks to the dampness between your legs and stands up- pulling his boxers and pants back up quickly. He goes towards one of the drawers under the table, getting out a cloth before he walks back over and wipes between your legs- then all over your thighs and lower stomach, walking towards the door and opening it, letting some fresh air in..

“Thanks..” you mutter, and pull your panties and pants back up, looking towards his mask and picking it up with both hands, running a finger over the white skull on it..you turn to him- expecting him to be stood outside or still at the door. Instead he’s right in front of you.

You take the chance to look around his face and admire how pretty he actually is..his freckles, the mark on his right cheek..

“I-”-“You-”

You both go quiet again..

“Here.” You pass him back his mask. “I think you look better without, though..” he takes the mask and looks at it for a couple of seconds..before he puts it on the table, on top of his gun as he leans in and kisses you again, his hands moving to your face as he does.

You go still for a couple of moments before you kiss him back..he gently moves you back against the wall- not in a sexual way..but in a simple, loving way…your hands move to cup his neck, basking in how he feels against you.

You lean back after a couple of moments and you look up into his eyes..“not bad.” You joke and he snickers.

Two hours later.

He walks back into the tower after having a smoke- shirtless with only his army pants and boots on. He looks to you, lying on the couch in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties, a magazine in hand..the two of you have gone 3 times since your little..detour. He looks to the guns on the table- along with your boots next to them and socks tucked into them. He’s practically obsessed with you- how you feel around him, how he’s able to just..take his mask off with you. He isn’t been able to do that with many people. You’re achy in the best way possible, feeling stretched out and oh-so fulfilled.

You look over at him and smile, watching as he walks past, towards the kettle. “Cuppa’?” You nod. “You make them the best.” You mutter sarcastically and he flips you off as he gets two mugs with one hand, making you laugh softly and look back to your magazine.

You bring your feet as he goes to sit down next to you on the couch and you put your legs on his lap, feet on the arm of the couch. You move the magazine to your chest and you look at him. “Thanks..”

He puts one hand on your ankle as he nods and takes the magazine off your chest and opens it, reading it himself..you admire him for a couple of moments..you really think you could live the rest of your life like this- even if you do still hold a rather large amount of hate for him..he’s handsome, a gentlemen- good very good at making you feel so fucking good..and you think- in the crowd of hate, there may be a touch of like.

He looks over at you and smiles softly, too soft for a war criminal- it’s the first time you’ve seen his smile and it makes butterflies ricochet off your stomachs walls- god, what the fuck is he doing to you?!

Day four- the last day.

The drive over to the tower was much calmer..Terry looked suspicious in the drivers seat- he couldn’t take his eyes off the way you smiled at every word ghost says- how ghost didn’t sit across from you..but next to you instead..when he stopped the truck, he watched as the two of you went up the stairs with a certain kick in your steps..he drove off with a shrug, muttering about how weird people can be..he assumes it’s because it’s the last day.

The second he closes the door behind him he turns the lights off and takes off his mask and presses his lips to yours, your with it immediately and you kiss him back, laughing as you do- “hi.” You whisper and he pushes you back towards the table- “‘ello.” He kisses your cheek and puts you up onto the wood, spreading your legs to kneel between them. “Been wantin’ to do this since yesterday.” He mumbles as he undoes your belt.

You gasp softly and put one hand in his hair- “someone’s eager.” He pulls your belt off and scoffs as he looks up at you. “Of course I am..” he undoes and pulls down your pants- but freezes when he sees red panties. His favourite colour. “Oh, birdy..” he mutters and leans in, kissing clothed cunt gently. You smile. “Suprise?” He pulls your panties down your legs, laughing softly before he gets to work.

his tongue works against you sinfully- the way he sucks on your clit and ravishes you like he has nothing left to loose should be experimented on.

Your hands hold and thread into his hair as you moan and wrap your thighs press gently against his head, legs resting on his shoulders. You know this is your second to last day and you wanna make the most of the privacy you have.

He leans back to look up at you- “what do you call a a lesbian dinosaur?” You pant as you look down at him- an unamused look on your face- “what?” He repeats- “what do you call a a lesbian dinosaur?” You groan, realising it’s another joke. “What do I call a lesbian dinosaur?” He smirks up at you. “A lickalotapuss.” You can’t help but laugh- it’s so stupid..so fucking stupid. “You’rere an idiot.” You playfully push him back down and he immediately latches onto you again, sucking and licking vicariously. He sucks on your clit as he brings two fingers up and gently taps your entrance with them-

Stop teasing- he suddenly makes you take them both whole- earning a slap to the shoulder that makes him snicker.

An hour later.

You walk out and lean against the railing, fully clothed once again..you find it hard to believe your even allowing ghost to look at you in such a way- never-mind touch and handle you the way he is..the last hour was spent with the two of you just going at it like rabbits- and you love it. You definitely prefer it over arguing with him..it’s a good way to loose energy and- who the fuck are you kidding?

You’re crushing on him. You love the way he feels inside you and how harsh he is- yet how careful and gentle he is with you. You like the way he looks and acts- you’re crushing on Simon hard.

You look over at him as he walks out, cigarette in mouth and shirt in hand, pants undone and boots on the floor next to the table, he turns the lights on.

“Why do you always turn the lights off?” You raise an eyebrow. “Our silhouettes.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What?”

He puts the cigarette on the wooden railing- “look at the base-” he gently nudges your shoulder as he looks over to it.

You look over to the (very) far distance- you can see the buildings and the lights off it- and even further away you can see the watch tower on the other side of the army’s land. “What about it?”

“If someone were to get a sniper- binoculars whatever, they’d be able to see us obviously, but even without one- if anyone looks over to this tower and we’re to focus on it they’d be able to see our silhouettes inside it.” He looks to you.

“Wait- really?” He nods slowly. “When we actually have fre’ will and we can go ‘round base wheneva’ we want, look to it at night an’ you’ll see.”

“I thought you turned them off because you didn’t want me looking at you.” You look up at him- and he raises an eyebrow. “What?” You nod- “yeah- because I noticed how it was always before we fuck.” You smile and he rolls his eyes- picking his cigarette back up. “Your an idiot.” He takes a drag and you roll your eyes playfully, leaning against him. “Shut up.”

He puts an arm around you and looks to the view, blowing the smoke out gently..

“We have to pack up tomorrow, last day..” you mutter, but it’s obvious what you’re asking..what’s gonna happen afterwards..?

“I know..how long are are you here for until you go back?..”

“Two days..” you look up at him..you know it’s not a very long time. Not a long time at all.

He clenches his jaw slightly and sighs. “Right.”

…

“Look- is this..whatever we have just this? Or is it something more?” You look back to the stars and the moon and how beautiful it looks from up here.

He goes quiet for a couple of moments. “I dunno..I..” he look to the railing then lets go of you, turning to rest the back of his hips against the railing rather than he front. “I wan’ it to be more..” he admits..“but how?” He looks down to you.

“Letters? Email- visits-” you shrug with one shoulder. “I-..” you move one hand to hold onto the railing. “I don’t want this to be just sex either…”

He nods slowly and sighs- “we’ll work’it out.” He leans down and gently presses his lips to yours. You kiss him back gently and lean against him, feeling content just..being here, with him.

You realise quickly that you want to be with him- always..

You know you might never see him again after packing up today and being sent back to to your own base, countless, countless miles away..

You spend the day just..talking..and laughing and drinking tea..when it came to packing up you both helped eachover and when you saw the car pull up a sense of dread washed over both of you. So did a sense of anger.

“Never should’ve gotten so attached.” He mumbles to you as he glares at you, leant against the railing as he watches you tie your boots, putting his mask on.

“It’s not my fault, it was you and your stupid fucking dad jokes.” You walk past him, grabbing the bag off him as you go down the stairs quickly-

“Hey-” he follows you down. “It’s not ma fault- yer’ the one who came onta me first-” you scoff as you turn the corner. “No- you’re the one who made the eyes at me!” He turns it right after you. “Quotin’ artic monkeys- so mature.” He mocks-

You turn the next corner. “Oh fuck you, Simon!” You go faster. “No- fack you!”

You get to the bottom and throw the bag into the back before you grab onto the side and jump up then in, sitting down in the far corner. He gets in after you and sits in the opposite corner..

He’s too stubborn to admit that he should be holding you right now..getting the address of your base and getting your email- but he’s too proud..

When you get back to base, you let him grab the bag as you simply get out and walk towards where your comrades are staying, needing a fucking nap and a break from ghost- and as you go to walk in, ghost grabs your upper arm.

“I’ll write to you.” He looks into your eyes- he looks..strange with the mask on now. Your used to him having it off- for countless hours with you in the tower. “I promise you..I’ll write to you.” He nods.

You look at him for a couple of moments..

“You better.” You slip a piece of paper into his hand and walk into the room, closing the door behind you.

He opens it to reveal the exact coordinates to your base..and he can’t help but smile. He’ll write to you. He’ll write if it’s the last thing he ever does.