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whereubeenloca · 10 days ago

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CVS

Part 9 of the Neighbor! Reader series: Table of contents

Summary: You and Carmy go to CVS.

Pairing: Carmy x Reader

Tags: Slow burn, Awkward, like SUPER Awkward this time

Word Count: 1496

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You stare up at him, unsure of what to do. You open your mouth to speak but quickly decide against it, Carmy’s eyes bore into you as you sit on your couch. You try again only to be interrupted by his lips brushing into yours. A sharp gasp of surprise escapes you as he hovers close.

“Okay?” Carmy whispers, blue eyes tentatively bounce around your face in an attempt to read your expression.

You nod as heat rises up your neck. “yeah.” Your voice cracks, leaning your shoulder into his. “Perfect, great, amazing.”

“You sure?” He asks, hands hovering around your waist. Far enough away so he wasn’t touching you but close enough to where you could feel their presence. “Because we don’t- you know.” He mumbles.

“No, no. It’s fine- that’s fine that you did that.” Your words come out a little too fast as you shift closer, “Really, please uh- do that.” You wince at the word vomit leaving your lips. Carmy doesn’t seem to mind.

“Okay.” He says.

“Okay.” You echo.

There’s another beat while you size each other up, awkwardly shifting positions.

“I’m just gonna-” You start, grazing your fingers over his cheek.

“Uh- huh.” He says dumbly, leaning into your touch.

Finally, you kiss him. Your teeth click together, and both of your faces scrunch in response. He tries this time, leaning forward and capturing your lips in his. The kiss is slow and gentle. You drape your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer. His hands hover with uncertainty, barely touching your form. You take his hands in yours and guide them to your waist, his shoulders relax in response, relieved you made the decision for him.

The pair of you continue to make out on your couch, food long forgotten. His thumb grazes the hem of your shirt as your lips pull away from each other.

“Good?” he asks softly, cheeks pink.

“mm-hm.” You confirm before pressing a kiss into his jawline, leaning your weight against him.

You trail a few kisses down his neck while he pulls you impossibly closer. Large hands guide you by your hips and onto his lap. It’s your turn to check in.

“Good?” You hum into his skin, slowly resting your weight into his lap.

Carmy’s head is tilted sideways to accommodate for you, “So good.” He mumbles, running the pad of his thumb under your shirt.

As you settle into his lap, he becomes bolder, reaching out a hand and lightly touching your chest under your shirt. Your hands twirl through the hair that lives at the nape of his neck, sighing gently into his lips before you pull away and tug your shirt over your shoulders.

“Oh-” He says, surprised.

“What?” You ask, almost panicked “No?” You backtrack, picking your shirt back up. He shakes his head, pushing his hand over your fist that’s currently bunched around the fabric.

“No, no, no, no.” Carmy quickly interjects, shaking his head. His eyes rake over your exposed skin, as he clears his throat. “That’s… they’re very nice…”

“They’re nice? Is that supposed to be a compliment?” You laugh, letting go of the shirt and draping your arms over his shoulders.

“Shut the fuck up.” Carmen chuckles into your neck, hands on your waist as his lips attach themselves to your collarbone.

“No, no, keep going please.” You scoff as you tilt your head back, his lips are quick to trail up your skin. “Tell me how nice they are.” You joke.

Carmen groans into your neck, teeth nipping into your skin, you yelp in response.

“Such an asshole.” He mumbles between kisses, tugging you closer into his body.

Soft moans slip from your lips as he kisses hickeys into your skin, bruises bloom against your flesh as he trails his lips to your sternum. His eyes flick up to yours, baby blues accented by deep bags under his eyes. You push back his curls in response, dragging your fingers down his face to cup his cheeks, pulling him back to eye level. You kiss your teeth as you consider your next move.

“Do you uh- have a…?” You stammer out.

What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?!?

His eyes widen, and panic floods your body. Oh god, you just made everything weird. Fuck, fuck, abort.

“No-“ “We don’t-“

Both of you speak at the same time. You pause before trying again, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“We don’t have to, “ you start.

“No, no. I want to, I do.” He insists, hands hugging your hips. “I just don’t have a condom on me.”

You crumble into his chest, hiding in his neck. “Oh my god. You still wanna fuck me after that?”

“Kinda.” He grins.

You can’t help but giggle back, peeking out of your spot. You stare at him and he stares right back.

The fluorescent lights blind you as you follow Carmy into CVS. The doors ding behind you, announcing your presence.

You’d imagined going out with Carmy before. Something like coffee or a nice dinner, CVS was not on the list of potential spots. Was this a date? Answer pending. You shake off your thoughts as Carmy looks down the aisles, his shoulders are tense as he briskly walks next to you.

You frown a bit, nudging him lightly. He jumps, looking down at you.

“You good?” He nods over and over, eyes unfocused as he skims the shelves.

“Yeah, yes. I’m good, I’m great.” His words are quick and quiet

He takes a sharp left turn before you can respond, and you follow on his heels.

“You’re being weird.”

“Well, this is weird.” He grunts matter-of-factly, hands in his pockets.

Carmy weaves through the aisles as you try to keep up, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. He turns another corner before stopping short in front of the display… or at least what’s left of it. Much to your dismay, the cardboard-framed Trojan display before you is completely barren. It’s hooks taunt you with their emptiness.

“No fucking way.” He groans, “The one time-” He starts.

“Hey, it’s all good. Maybe they still have the generic.” You say as you progress down the aisle.

“That’s worse.” Carmy huffs, begrudgingly following you.

You scan the shelves before finally spotting a bright blue box towards the bottom.

“See? They still have some.” You say triumphantly, reaching down and picking up the box.

It’s big, bigger than usual, it’s at least eight inches across and just as tall as it is wide. You turn the box in your hands, the dark-colored cardboard sheens back as you’re faced with the words VALUE PACK written at the top in bright yellow.

“Sixty-four?!” Carmy whisper-yells as he peeks over your shoulder. “Who the fuck needs that many at once?”

“I don’t know.” You hiss back as he rips the box from your grasp.

“It’s the size of a fucking cereal box.” He gapes, scanning the shelves. “You sure this is all they have?”

“That’s the last box.” You sigh, hands on your hips. “At least you’re getting laid…?”

Carmy’s eyes never leave the box, eyes bouncing across the label.

“This is hell. I’m in hell.” He mutters, you roll your eyes.

“Jesus- don’t be a baby. Maybe we can get like- a magazine or something? Cover it up?” You try.

He gives you a look before looking back down at the box.

“You want me to hold it?” You offer. He shakes his head.

“No, it’s fine.” He huffs, scrubbing a palm down his face and walking past you. You quickly follow as he weaves through the store, dragging himself to the register.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” You shrug as you walk next to him. “If you’re really uncomfortable we can just- not.”

Carmy shakes his head. “It’s not that. I want to.” He insists, turning to look at you head-on. “I just didn’t picture things going like this.”

You flash a teasing grin. “You pictured it?”

He rolls his eyes, smiling to himself. “I- yeah. Yes, I pictured it.” He laughs finally, cheeks pink as he shrugs, avoiding your eyes. “I just hoped it would be romantic or something.”

“Safe sex is romantic.” You say softly, looping your hand in his. “For what it’s worth, I’m having a good time.”

“You’re just saying that.” He says back, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Yeah, I am.” You say, swinging your hands as you walk.

“You guys buying something or not? I’m tryna’ get home.” A voice cuts through the silence of the store. You look at each other before rushing towards the front, giggling the whole way.

The twenty-something behind the register waves you over, his co-worker standing close by. Carmy sets the box down on the counter along with a pack of gum.

“Just this.” He says meekly.

The guy behind the register doesn’t react as he scans each item.

“Do you have an extra-care card?”

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ghouldtime · 8 months ago

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I need more neighbor König getting protective over his little neighbor.

I do believe he can get very possessive, though I'm not sure that's the word I'm looking for. But he's lost so much, so many people in his unit and people he had once considered friends. He won't even visit his own mother because he's scared for her safety. Maybe an enemy finds out some way some how about her and takes her as leverage. Now she gets to see colonel konig with his gear and mask and barking orders and not the sweet man she's come to know. How would he react or feel?

Ofc when she realizes it's just him and throws her arms around him

I'm sorry but I'm answering this because this doesn't fall under my characterization of him 😭 I can do the last part maybe one day when I'm not sick and have planned everything out in my mind THOROUGHLY

I know you meant no harm by this either!! This is just a bit of a rambly tangent to describe WHO my König is and why he's that way.

(Also stating that reader in neighbor isn't explicitly a she nor are they little in the same way. I write gender neutral for a reason! They're a grown adult)

Like I know it's just an imagine and possible scenario but for me I just don't really see it happening unless quite literally EVERYTHING went wrong. He's got plan A, plan B, plan C, D, and E. Always be prepared.

But it strikes me as unlikely in happening at all as he is a VERY cautious man and does what he can to remove his identity as König from his residential life. He keeps his gear under lock and key, he doesn't tell personal details of his work, he doesn't want to track ANY of that back. His field life isn't his personal life and he's intent on keeping that separated. Anything that could be used to identify him, he doesn't keep around or its hidden so NO ONE would suspect it.

It would take some absolute major intel and someone working within KorTac itself to follow him like that - even then, dude is a bit paranoid. He's got a security system for a reason, he doesn't wear his mask in public, his body is covered up usually by the long clothes he wears, he's not out socializing - he's just blending in. He's watching cars that pass, he usually keeps curtains drawn or has privacy film, he knows who drives what car and their schedules - so if it's off, he's picking it up.

The way he's protective is in his actions - that's WHY he won't tell details of his work, that's WHY he works hard to ensure personal life doesn't meddle with what his job is, that's WHY he has backup plans. That's WHY he makes sure they get a security system too, if they haven't had one already. That's why he makes sure they're trained in self defense and have at least some form of weapon at the ready, even though they ARE in a safe area. He's protective in the sense of "I'm doing what I can to prevent that aspect of my life from coming into yours" , he's protective in the sense of "I've seen what people are capable of, I've protected myself so I'm protecting you too as much as I can because you matter to me". He's protective in the sense he's caring, he's going out of his way to make sure you're safe.

But he's not going to be protective in the sense of "let me be with you constantly" or "who were you talking to???" or "Why didn't you invite me". Reader is a grown, independent adult and he's aware of that. He's respectful of that and knows they're capable of caring for themselves too. Being IN their life doesn't mean he IS their life. They both operate in their own lives and have their own interests and both, as such, need alone time and time to spend with others too. That's just how to have healthy relationships.

He's very independent himself and having another person around as his friend has taken a significant adjustment period. Honestly, it takes a long time for him to even register that he can go do things with them. He's so used to being on his own that it has to catch up.

And I'm going to say that my König is NEVER possessive towards people. Never. Possessive implies treating them like an object or piece of property, like they're something that's his alone. Possessive means great insecurity in his sense of relationships to the extent where he's manipulating them and monopolizing their lives for his gain.

He's not, because he's a well adjusted adult who has been to therapy throughout his life to manage his own insecurities, especially involving interpersonal relationships. Hell, when he STARTED to even get feelings for neighbor, he brought it up to said therapist just to be sure he's going down the right path. He's built a set of healthy behaviors to cope with unhealthy feelings that may arise.

He gets jealous, especially initially, but once again - he's a grown adult and is capable of handling his own insecurities in a productive way. Everyone is allowed to have more than one person in their lives and a healthy network of relationships matters.

Protective? Yes. Possessive? Absolutely not. He respects independence as he himself is that way. He wants to spend as much time as possible with his neighbor but he realizes that he too needs his own space and time to recharge, and he can't be singularly focused on one person alone. His primary concern is their safety, no matter what they do.

He's lost many comrades and brothers in arms but that's also bound to happen in his line of work. This might sound brutal, but he's desensitized to it to a degree. Losing someone is never easy, but it's expected. The blow will always hurt but when it's always a possibility, it never wanes. He's wary of it and aware of it, and losing any friends he made happened earlier on in the army before his private contracting days. It numbed him too it and set the precedent for his relationships with anyone and is why he's so guarded.

After then, he's not really had many friends. Not that he had many to begin with but he doesn't go out of his way to get close to others. Acquaintances and work buddies? Yes. But friends are a rarity as he's really rather unapproachable. He's there to do his job, he's there to take people down and get paid, he's wary of getting close to ANYONE knowing they can be taken at any moment. He'll work with them, he'll know them, he'll be proud of them - but making friends and forming personal relationships like that in a private military contracting company is a bad idea, when they can easily swap over to the other side if they're offered more pay. He's seen it happen, he knows it's a real possibility.

That's why he picks any personal relationships closely and takes eons to warm up. His social anxiety, as well managed as it is, doesn't make it any easier. He knows what can happen, so he prepares as best as he can. Which INCLUDES being protective and prepared, and planning accordingly. If he's letting anyone into his life, he's already got a game plan for what he'll do.

And no, he DOES visit his mother, as I've stated! As much as his work allows and as much as possible, he does visit. He just doesn't live with or near her. He can easily visit throughout the year when his schedule allows and its sporadic, with no rhyme or reason. He doesn't take repeating cars, he doesn't do anything in a pattern that can be tracked. He's also made sure she's secure in her home too so it's unlikely things will happen, but he won't flat out not communicate with her and not see her at all. He's just smart and careful about it! He can't bare to never see her again.

I'm sorry but my König just doesn't fall under how most people portray him or see him. He's just a guy with his own personal issues. And like the proper guy that he is, he manages them and knows its his responsibility to do such. He's extensively gone to therapy, he's worked on himself, he knows where he stands.

Sure, he's still prone to jealousy and a touch of paranoia, but that doesn't mean he lacks the skills to work through them. He communicates like an adult with whatever he's feeling. Expressing it can be hard but he DOES get it out there and he also heavily respects reader's own autonomy. They're an adult, so is he. He'll protect them and do what he can, he'll care about them, but he will never seek to control them or treat them like something for only HIM to have. He's not and will never be a "they're MINE and NO ONE touches what's mine" - that's just not him to me. I don't write him as a big, broody dommy guy who is growling every sentence or can't handle others talking to someone he likes.

To me, he's just a dude. An introverted guy who likes to sew ridiculous pillows and tend to his garden who is happy in the home he made for himself. He's comfortable with who he is and where he stands. He can communicate properly, knows how to respect boundaries, and likes seeing others who matter to him happy in their lives as they establish a supportive network. Just because he isn't always with them or going with them doesn't mean they can't take care of themselves or he HAS to be there. He's not some ultra possessive dude because he has healthy understandings of boundaries and knows the world doesn't revolve around him and his wants (also he wouldn't WANT them to depend on him and him alone when its very possible he too will die on the field one day). He's not always going to look over your shoulder or instantly treat any other person as a threat.

He's seasoned with the things he's seen and is wary enough to be protective and to do what he knows to prevent what he's seen happen. He's cautious, he's considerate, he's caring - and he's not a cunt about it. Really, he's just perceptive and accepts what can happen so he tries to set up anyone in his life for success to avoid what he's seen and to keep them from harm. He can't always be there, he knows he can't, so ensuring that those around him who he DOES care about have a proper, healthy network of friends around for support and have a game plan for if shit hits the fan (as well as a system to enact it) is his way of showing he cares and can always be with them and help, even if he's long gone or buried six feet under.

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