#civilian!reader

[midnightarcheress]

there's a lot of debate about being team civilian x team soldier for ghost's partner but honestly i love both ideas so much. just think of

simon riley with a civilian partner,

who pushed you away in the beginning because you were 'too pure' to be near a hell-sent monster like him.

who got himself lost in your sweet attempts to slip into the cracks of his heart and eventually surrendered on the battle against his own will.

who keeps a picture of your pretty face well hidden in his tac vest, as a reminder of the new purpose of his military service.

who tries to text you at least once a day when he's away, just to assure you about his well-being and to let you know how much he misses you.

who worries too much about your safety whenever he's deployed, so takes his time to teach you everything about self-defense techniques, ways to handle a knife, and how to properly shoot, as much as he hates the thought of you being even near a gun.

who's so scared of you getting hurt and nearly had a heart attack when he saw blood coming out of your finger after a small distraction whilst cutting the veggies for dinner.

who loves the way you view him as a hero, despite knowing how much of a cold-blooded killer he can be - he never told you anything about his missions, but he never needed to, you know.

who never allow you to see him wearing the mask or the balaclava because ghost is for battlefield, in your house he's purely simon.

and

simon riley with a soldier partner,

who was intrigued about your lack of fear when you first met, because everyone else seemed to shit their pants after a simple glare.

who forbid himself of getting close because the military is about following orders and getting the job done, not fraternization.

who nearly passed out after an instant drop in his blood pressure due to a pouring bullet wound - not because your surprisingly soft hands touched his arm.

who thinks you look the prettiest when you're in the field - sweating, panting, grimy with dirt and blood, barking in his comms to get to safety.

who's terrified of losing you during missions but is also completely mesmerized by your dexterity as you stab the throat of the soldier that seconds before had you pinned to the ground.

who communicates with you using his eyes at all times, since you can't see his expressions under the mask, creating a secret language you're the only one fluent in.

who hesitated on showing you his face at first because underneath it all, simon is a soft man, entirely different of the ghost persona you see during work hours.

[sketchyfandomgirl]

Simon Riley has a Medusa tattoo. It’s never seen since he keeps it hidden beneath his clothes at all times. But it’s small, and almost easily missed at first glance. Only a few select people know about the tattoo.

Like you.

Simon trusts you the most out of everyone he knows. Probably more than his best friend Soap. Probably even the Captain. You knew Simon the longest by almost more than a decade, as you grew up together after your family moved to Manchester.

You were there when he decided to enlist in the military. Being there to see him off, attending his graduation from boot camp and tapping him out alongside his mother.

He trusts you a lot. Enough to be an emergency contact if anything were to go wrong.

You got a call, all the way from America, in Texas if you can believe it, that one Simon Riley has been found near the Texas-Mexico border half dead and was in recovery. So you booked a flight to Texas that very night. Wasn’t Simon supposed to be on some covert mission? What the hell happened?

Simon was reluctant to talk about what happened, but he eventually opened up about the horrors he endured while he was captured by Roba.

The violence, especially the sexual abuse that Simon wouldn’t even tell his assigned therapist. You were Simon’s safety, his most entrusted person who he could be more open with.

It would take years to help him heal.

But eventually, he did start to heal from the process, and asked you to come along with him to a tattoo appointment.

It was there, Simon’s sign of addressing his pain was finally closing to an end, did he get a Medusa tattoo.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi!! If it’s okay, totally okay if not, can I please request an Avenger!Bucky x fem!civilian!reader fic (all of the Avengers are alive au😅) where the reader accidentally gets caught up in the middle of the Avengers’ mission (poor girl is just walking home from work) and the bad guys attack her? Bucky saving her from the bad guys, and the Avengers have to take her back with them to HQ because she is really injured and they have the best medical staff to help. She’s just really scared and traumatized about the situation, but Bucky really does all that he can to take care of her and mend her back to health (and ofc the other Avengers take care of her too), but her and Bucky have a lot of chemistry and their relationship grows and grows the longer she is staying in the Avengers HQ🥺 Like she’ll have nightmares (something Bucky knows all to well about) and will run over to his room asking to sleep in his bed because she’s scared and doesn’t want to be alone🥺

You’re Safe » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female Reader

Summary: Y/N gets attacked on her way home from work and Bucky saves and takes care of her.

Warnings: Fluff, language, blood and bruises, crying, kissing, cuddling, nightmares, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Maybe I should’ve taken a different way home.” You thought to yourself. You seen the Avengers in the middle of a mission and you didn’t want to get in their way. You were too close to home to turn around and take a different way. You tried your best to stay out of their way by walking along the buildings. Before you knew it, someone grabbed you from behind and held a knife to your throat. You froze in fear.

“Pl-Please don’t hurt m-me!” You stuttered in fear.

“Are you one of them?” The man asks.

“What?” You asked confused.

The man slammed you against one of the buildings. You whimpered in pain when your head hit the wall.

“Don’t play stupid.” He put the knife to your throat again, the blade touching your skin. “Are you one of the Avengers?” He asks.

“N-No I’m not.” You answered. “I was j-just walked home from w-work.” You say, stuttering again.

The man just stared you down. That’s when you heard someone else’s voice.

“Get away from her!” You heard a deep voice say.

“Why should I?” The man asks, turning his head towards the person.

You noticed the person from the corner of your eye. Bucky Barnes, an Avenger and the former Winter Soldier.

“Your problem isn’t with her. It’s with us.” Bucky tries to reason with the man. “Just let her go. She means no harm to anyone.” He says.

The man slowly moved the knife away from your throat. Suddenly he stabbed you in the chest causing a sharp gasp of pain to leave your lips. Bucky just let the man run away. He caught you before you fell to the ground. His priority is to get you help.

“Ma’am, I’m Bucky. Can you hear me?” Bucky asks.

You just nodded your head yes. Bucky blood coming out of the stab wound on your chest and put his right hand on it, applying pressure causing you to whimper in pain.

“I know it hurts. Just stay with me. I’m going to get you help, ok?” He says.

That was the last thing you heard before you passed out from blood loss. Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet. You woke up a day later somewhere that’s not your house. You tried to sit up, but you felt a sharp pain in the right side of your chest causing you to wince in pain.

“Oh good! You’re awake.” You heard a familiar deep voice.

You turned your head to the side to see one of the Avengers sitting next to the bed.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asks.

“My head hurts and the right side of my chest hurts.” You say.

“I’ll get the nurse to get you some pain medicine for that.” He says, getting up and walking out of the room.

Pain medicine? You were so confused. You looked around the room, trying to figure out where you are. You took the blanket off of you and tried to sit on the edge of the bed, but you couldn’t. The pain got the best of you.

“Hey no.” Bucky coos softly. “Don’t try to move. The doctors said you’ll be in pain for a while.” He says, putting the blanket back on you and sat down in the chair next to the bed.

You looked at him for a moment, trying to remember his name, but your mind is fuzzy.

“I know you.” You say, still looking at him.

“Do you remember my name?” Bucky asks.

“I know it starts with a B, but I don’t remember.” You say, looking down at your lap.

“It’s ok if you don’t remember.” He smiles softly. “My name is Bucky.” He tells you. “Can you tell me your name?” He asks.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You tell him.

“That’s a beautiful name for a girl like you.” He compliments you, making you blush.

You looked around the room again, still trying to figure out where you are. You felt yourself start to panic and your breathing became uneven.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“You’re in the med bay in the Avengers Compound with the best medical staff.” Bucky tells you. “Do you remember what happened?” He asks.

“I remember hitting my head and someone stabbing me in the chest, but I remember anything after that.” You say.

Bucky leaned forward and gently picked up your hand with his right hand, his thumb rubbing the back of it as a friendly gesture.

“It’s going to take a while for you to recover, but just know, you’re going to be fine. I’ll take care of you through every step of it.” He says softly, calming you down.

You stayed at the Avengers Compound during your recovery. They gave you a room on the same floor as Bucky and helped you set it up. Bucky stuck to his word about taking care of you. The rest of the Avengers helped you too. Bucky makes sure to give you pain medication and changes the bandages on your wound when it needs to be changed. Natasha and Wanda got you some comfortable clothes. You gave Steve and Sam a list of your favorite foods and snacks. Tony, Bruce, Peter, and Thor kept you company when you Bucky was busy. The more you and Bucky hung out, the chemistry grew stronger between the two of you. You stayed even after you were fully recovered. You just couldn’t leave. Something in your heart was telling you to stay.

You were currently tossing and turning in your sleep. The dream you were having turned into a nightmare quickly. This has been a recurring nightmare since you got attacked. As soon as the knife plunges into your chest, you were lying on the ground lifeless. You woke up gasping for air with tears streaming down your cheeks and a thin layer sweat covering your forehead. You scrambled to get out of bed and went across the hall to Bucky’s bedroom. You knocked on his bedroom door till he opened it. Before Bucky could say anything, you wrapped your arms around his shirtless waist and began crying against his chest. Bucky carefully guided you into his bedroom and closed the door. He walked you to his bed and sat you down. He sat down next to you.

“Y/N, doll, breathe.” Bucky looks in your teary eyes. “You’re ok, babydoll. Just breathe for me. Take some deep breaths” He says.

You inhaled and exhaled till your breathing went back to normal. Bucky stood up to get you a cool wet towel from the bathroom, but you stopped him by grabbing his arm tightly.

“I’ll be right back. I promise.” He says softly.

You let go of his arm and he wet a towel with cold water in the bathroom. He came back and sat down next to you, placing the wet towel on your forehead to cool you down. The cool feeling of the wet towel against your forehead soothed you.

“You weren’t there.” You say, breaking the silence.

“I’m right here, doll.” Bucky says, holding your hand.

“I mean in my nightmares. I lay lifeless on the ground and hope you save me, but you didn’t.” You explained.

Your breathing became uneven again and tears escaped your eyes.

“Breathe.” He coos softly. “You’re safe. I got you.” He says.

You looked deep in his beautiful blue eyes, getting lost in them. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and kissing Bucky. He was caught by surprise, but kissed you back. His metal hand carefully cupped your cheek.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” You confessed.

“Me too.” Bucky smiles.

He got up one more time to get you some water and came back. You drank some of it and put it on his nightstand next to his bed. You and Bucky laid down. You laid your head on his chest, your fingers playing with his dog tags. Bucky wrapped his arms around you protectively. He turned his TV on a low volume to get your mind off of your nightmares.

“How do you do it?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Do what?” Bucky asks, looking at you.

“Cope through your nightmares.” You say.

“Honestly, I just try not to think about it, even though I know they’re still there.” He tells you. “It gets better. I’ll help you through it. I promise.” He says softly.

You felt your eyes start to droop. The sound of Bucky’s heartbeat made you sleepy.

“Go to sleep, babydoll.” He rubs your back with his metal hand. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He says softly, kissing the top of your head.

“Goodnight.” You say sleepily.

“Goodnight, doll.” He says.

“Bucky…” You say.

“Yes?” He asks.

“I love you.” You say before falling asleep.

“I love you too, doll.” He says with a smile.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[katethewriter]

Wandanat taking care of y/n after they get back home from a mission to robbery gone wrong at their house please 🙏

Safe Now

Pairing: WandaNat x civilian!Reader

Words: 3k~

Warnings: violence, beating, dragging, kicking, robbery gone wrong, nightmares, reader needs a hug, if I need to add any please let me know

A/N: thank you so much for the request anon! I hope I did it justice! Keep the requests coming!

Autumn leaves crunch underneath boot heels. The cool wind blows wisps of red hair around in a frenzy. Streetlamps are the only thing illuminating the ground as the pair approach their house. 

Its the first time they’ve been home in days. Both Wanda and Nat had been sent off on a week long mission. They were supposed to have returned home yesterday, but a delay in the mission and a repair on the quinjet pushed the return back another day and a half. 

When their quinjet touched down late into the night, the pair had considered staying at the compound for the night and returning to their home outside the city in the morning. However, they missed you. Something in the back of their heads told them they needed to go home now. 

This isn’t the first time they have left you alone while they were both on mission, but coming home was different this time. They could feel it as they walked up the pathway to the front door. 

Wanda reaches out to stop her wife, and her brow furrows.

“What is it?” 

Something is wrong. Thats what she wants to say, but instead she just shakes her head and continues on.

They’re tired, exhausted from a long mission. That’s why they miss the early signs.

Natasha slips the key into the lock, and chills run down her back. She pushes the door open quietly and steps inside. 

They expect you to be asleep, tucked away upstairs amongst a mountain of pillows. It’s the only way you can sleep when they are not home. 

The first thing that hits them is the temperature. It’s just as cool indoors as it is outdoors. As they make their way into the house, everything looks as it should. From down the hall, they can see the kitchen light is still on. 

“Milaya?” they call out quietly so as not to spook you.

“Lyubov?” but they get no response.

The two follow the light into the open floor plan kitchen/living room, and that’s when they see it. 

The house is wrecked for lack of a better term. Broken dishes are scattered across the counters and floors. A kitchen chair is turned on its side. The sliding glass door to the backyard is shattered, glass littered everywhere. Drawers are open. The tv and all electronics really are gone. 

Most importantly, you are nowhere to be found. 

“Y/N?!”

They call out for you in unison and still receive no answer. 

Wanda runs for the stairs, following the sound of your thoughts that get louder with every step, “Y/n?!” She takes the steps two at a time; Natasha is right behind her. 

“Y/N?!” they cry out. Running into your shared bedroom, they still don’t see you. “Y/n?” The room looks just like the downstairs. Drawers are pulled open; objects are thrown about. The closet door hangs slightly open. 

Wanda runs to it, “Y/n?” Throwing the door open, she reveals you curled up on the ground. Your hands and feet are tied together. A scarf is tied around your head, gagging your mouth.

When the door opens, you expect to see the people who did this to you, back to finish the job. You look up wildly and scramble away from the door the best you can. Relief washes over you when you see your wives standing in the door way.

Tears stream down your face, and you reach for them with your wrists bound together. 

Wanda kneels before you, “detka! Are you ok? What happened?” She pulls the scarf away from your face, “what happened? Who did this?” Sobs erupt from your hoarse throat. She moves on to untie your hands while Natasha cuts through the binding around your ankles. 

Once you’re free, you crawl into Wanda’s lap and cling to her tightly. 

“You’re safe y/n; we’re here,” she wraps her arms around you, tightly cradling your body to hers. “You’re safe now,” she rocks you back and forth.

“We’ve got you,” Natasha runs her hands up and down your back. Making eye contact with Wanda, she whispers, “We need to sweep the house, make sure there’s no one left-”

“Go,” Wanda nods, “I’ve got her.”  

Natasha presses a kiss to the back of your head. The last thing she wants to do is leave you right now, but Wanda is here. She has to make sure that you’re alone in the house. She also needs to call Steve. They need the team on this to find whoever is responsible. Reluctantly, she stands and exits the closet.

Wanda watches her wife pull her gun before leaving the closet, closing the door behind her. She then turns her attention back to the wife in her lap. She pulls away to take a look at you. She feels anger build in her as her eyes take in every bruise and cut that riddles your body. 

“Milaya, can you look at me?” Despite her anger, she is soft as snow with you, “what happened, love?”

You shake your head as you bury yourself into Wanda’s neck.

Wanda tries to blink away tears; it hurts her to see you in pain. She feels helpless. She needs to know some details in order to help her wife. With the state you are in, communication is near impossible. Wanda has another option, but she can’t bring herself to make you live it again.

“Can you tell me, please?”

Sobs still rack your body as Wanda rocks back and forth. She knows she has no other choice.

Wanda presses a long kiss to your temple, “may I look?” She kisses your temple again to help you understand her question, "in here?"

There’s a pause. Wanda regrets she even asked, but somewhere between your cries, you manage to nod your head. Granting Wanda permission.

“Ok,” Wanda holds you a bit tighter and kisses your head, “I’m sorry.” Reluctantly, she hovers her fingers over your temple. Red wisps dance between her fingers before they sink beneath your skin.

Both of you slip into your mind to find the all too painful memory.

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Light peers in through the kitchen windows. The clock reads 9:30 am.

The smell of coffee fills the air. As you enter the kitchen to pour yourself another cup.

Aside from the birds singing outside, it’s quiet, near silent. It always is when Natasha and Wanda are away. They were supposed to be home yesterday, but they will be home today.

You’re lost in the warm thoughts of being together again when the sound of shattering glass makes you drop your mug.

Looking up, you see three men entering the house through the broken glass doors. They look just as shocked to see you as you are to see them. The only difference being the utter fear in your eyes.

It happens so fast.

All three of them rush you at once. You run, trying to reach the panic button disguised as a light switch, but you don’t make it.

One of them grabs your shoulder, while the other grips your shirt. Not giving up, you thrash in their hold, still trying to get to that switch, one of many spread throughout the house.

It was Natasha’s idea, but Wanda was onboard immediately. You hadn’t really felt they were necessary, but the look in their eyes changed your mind.

You’ve witnessed the nightmares. The ones that have Nat sitting up, sobbing in the middle of the night. The absolute worst ones. Her worst nightmare is not that her past has caught up to her. No, her worst nightmare is that her past has caught up to you.

Wanda insists. She’s making new enemies by the day since she joined the avengers. After losing her parents and her brother, she begs you to agree. “I can’t lose you,” she whispered, “please.”

So you agreed to settle their worries. The hidden points all throughout the house did in fact make you feel safer. If you’re ever in trouble, you know you can push one, and your wives will come save you immediately.

If only you could reach it.

You fight and fight, but the switch is just out of your reach.

You can tell these aren’t any enemies of your wives. Their fighting is weak and sloppy. They’re barely holding on to you, and there’s two of them against one of you.

Just because these aren’t trained fighters/assassins/secret agents, doesn’t mean they can’t still do considerable damage.

You’re reminded of this when one strikes you in the back of the head. You stop fighting then. You try to keep fighting for your wives, but your vision is going blurry and your body isn’t responding to you like it usually does.

After that, you’re not really aware of what’s going on around you. The men are yelling at you, asking questions, screaming at you and you’re not hearing any of it. The screams then mix with blows, a fist to the face, throwing you from wall to wall, and eventually a few kicks to the stomach.

By the time it’s all over, you are alone in the bottom of your closet. You remember there’s a safe button on the side of the shoe rack, but one attempt to shift closer to it erupts into deep pain everywhere.

Taking in the situation, you realize you’re tied up at the hands and feet. A scarf gagging your mouth. You’re completely alone, with no way to go get help or cry for help…

… and no idea when your wives will be home to find you.

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Suddenly, you are back on the closet floor with Wanda’s arms around you.

The thrust back into the present is violent. More violent than Wanda is used to.

Your sobs return with a new ferocity. Gripping Wanda even tighter, you try to convince yourself that it’s over. Nat and Wanda are here. You are safe.

Wanda feels a rage she has never known. Watching the memory, Wanda knows these intruders were not a part of any organization. They were just a few greedy civilians. They beat the love of her life and left her for dead. All over a couple valuables.

“I tried,” your lilting voice draws Wanda’s attention back to what’s most important, “I tried to reach the switch.”

“Sh sh sh,” the witch pulls you closer to her careful not to pull too hard. “I know, shhhh. You did the best you could detka,” she whispers in your ear, “I’m so sorry we weren’t here moya lyubov.” Tears spill down her face at the thought of what could have been. “I’m so so sorry.”

“Please don’t go again,” you scramble as close to her as possible, “please don’t leave me.”

Wanda pulls away just enough to cup your face and look into your eyes, “I am here, and I am not going anywhere ok?”

She waits for you to nod your head.

When you do, she continues, “we are here with you. You are safe. We are gonna get you taken care of. Ok?”

There’s a knock at the door, and panic seizes you again. You cling to Wanda trying to put as much distance between you and the door as possible.

“Shhhhh,” Wanda rubs your back to calm you down, “it’s just Nat, detka.”

You peak out of Wanda’s beck to see your other wife kneeling in front of you.

“Natasha?”

“I’m here, lyubov,” the widow reaches out for you, and you crawl into her arms. She holds you so gently, you forget the brutality her hands are capable of.

Wanda mentally relays what she learned from your memory. Not the whole thing, but the important details. When Nat is fully caught up, she grips you just a bit tighter, never wanting to let you go again.

“There’s no one else in the house,” Nat says more to Wanda than to you. You are so far buried into her neck, you can’t hear anything but your cries and the beating of your heart. “I called Steve,” she continues, “he’s gathering a team. They’ll be out here shortly to investigate.”

Wanda runs her fingers through your hair and makes eye contact with Nat. “She panicked when you knocked on the door. I don’t think she can take that many people right now,” she speaks directly into Natasha’s mind.

The widow nods in understanding. “Love,” she pulls away to get your attention, “can you look at me?” She wipes the tears from your face as your breathing starts to settle again. “Do you want to stay at the compound? We’ll get out of here before they get to the house. How does that sound?”

“We can have Cho check you out and get you tucked into bed before the rest of them get back,” Wanda tucks hair behind your ear, “would that be ok?”

You nod your head, knowing you don’t have a voice.

Wanda presses a long kiss to your forehead, followed by a few more, “come love.” She stands, and you whimper at the loss of contact. “I’m right here,” she reaches down to you.

Together, they help you to your feet, “neither of us are going anywhere. I promise you that.” Natasha has an arm wrapped around your waist, “do you think you can walk?”

Nodding, you take one step just fine. The next step, however, has your ankle rolling underneath you and your body crumbling to the floor in pain.

Quickly Wanda and Natasha catch you before you hit the ground. Natasha takes you into her arms as gently as she can and carries you down to the car.

Much later at night, more like very early the next morning, they finally have you tucked away between them in their bedroom in the compound.

Natasha first carried you to the med bay. Cho bandaged your wounds, wrapped your sprained ankle, and checked you for a concussion. Once you were cleared, Natasha carried you up to their bathroom where Wanda was already drawing a bath.

Now, you are clean and warm, with your wives on either side of you watching over you protectively. Sleeping with help of medication.

Wanda lies beside you; her chest acting as your pillow. Her fingers filtered through your hair that smelled of her shampoo.

Nat lies behind you. An elbow on the pillow props her head up enough for her to look down at you. A hummed melody floats from her throat to your ears quietly to keep you asleep. She traces patterns on your back careful to avoid any tender spots. Careful kisses are placed on your shoulder.

Knowing they won’t be able to sleep, they will sit in this bed and watch you sleep for however long you need them to. Neither one willing to leave this room.

They only ever use this room if they need to crash after a late night mission. Ever since the three of you moved into the house, they would much rather come home to you. You have only slept in here after one or two of Tony’s parties when everyone was a little too drunk to make it home.

Sitting up, contemplating the night’s events, Natasha can’t stop imagining what could have happened if they had stayed at the tower instead of going home to you.

“But we didn’t,” Wanda stops Natasha’s thoughts with her own.

They lock eyes, Nat counters, “she would have been like that all night.”

“But she wasn’t,” the witch stops her again. She looks down to you and strokes your cheek. “We can’t go down that path. We're here now. She's here now, and she needs us-"

As if on cue, you begin to writhe in their arms. You break out into a cold sweat, and your breathing spikes. Your face crumples as a nightmare grips your entire body.

"Shhhh, detka," they coo, "you're safe. You're ok; it's not real."

They try to gently shake you to wake you up. However, afraid that you were going to hurt yourself, they ended up just holding you still.

"Wake her up, Wanda."

The witch nods and quickly does so. Your eyes spring open as you frantically look around the room.

"Hey look at me," Wanda cups your cheek, "it's just us, detka. You're safe. We're in the compound; no one can hurt you."

"I think they're here. Are they here?" your voice croaks in between ragged breaths.

"Shhhhh," Natasha runs her hand up and down your arm, "they're not here. The team found them. They're on their way to the raft now. They will never hurt you again."

You collapse against your wives, falling into tears again. They hold you until your sobs reduce to hiccups, wishing they could take this pain from you.

Eventually the three of your breathing syncs, and you are almost calm again.

"Hold me tighter," you whisper, "please."

Of course, they oblige, burrowing as close to you as possible.

"We love you," Wanda presses a long kiss to your forehead.

Natasha echoes into your ear, "we love you so much."

For the first time tonight, a small smile graces your face, "I love you."

"You need to sleep as best you can, lyubov."

Your entire body tenses at the thought. You can't sleep. You don't want to risk reliving the nightmare again.

"I can give you a good dream," Wanda offers. Her fingers trace patterns on your arm.

Once again, you relax back into the embrace of your wives, nodding gratefully.

With a wave of her fingers, Wanda plants a memory in your subconscious. She chooses the night Natasha proposed to you and Wanda, one of the best nights of your lives.

"Sleep, neither of us are leaving."

They both kiss your head again, whispering reassurances of their love and protection.

Your eyes slip closed, and you drift off to sleep feeling safe and oh so loved.

[lazybutsmexy]

To good use

John "Soap" Mactavish x teacher!Reader

Johnny's mind works at breakneck speed, and you know how to slow him down.

Warnings: none! pure fluff, Johnny has ADHD. GN!Reader.

Words: 700~

A/N: Just a thing I came up with while preparing my lesson plans.

He stands up from the couch, completely disregarding the current football match. His team wasn’t doing well and he grew restless. His bare feet thudded on the wooden floor and took him to the kitchen, from where moments later the scent of freshly made coffee waltzed to you. 

You simply let out a soft puff of air, too focused on your task at hand - making sure your scissors didn’t stray a millimeter from the lines you had carefully designed on the brightly coloured craft paper. 

A soft ‘thunk’ signaled the presence of a steaming, fresh cup of coffee in front of you. “Thank you, Johnny,” you smiled up at him as he leaned down to peck your cheek. Immediately after, he shuffled over to the large window overseeing the front yard. 

The rain smacked heavily into the glass, as if attempting to break in. It wouldn’t - Johnny had made sure that the flimsy single-glass panels were replaced by bulletproof glass the moment you had agreed to date him all those years ago. He loved you and cherished you that much. 

You peered at him out of the corner of your eye. The sports commentator shouted another goal for the rival team, but you had a sneaking suspicion he didn’t hear it. 

His fingers twitched, and he clenched his hands a few times to relieve the tension. Soon, his fingers found themselves combing through his mohawk. The hair was soft, freshly conditioned after weeks. 

You could see the signals. He was itching for something to do. He couldn’t go on a run to wear himself down, nor even to smoke a cigarette in his storm. 

It was the part of his character that made you fall in love with him. His romantic spontaneity was born from his ever-working mind, and all the ways his thoughts zeroed in you. It was also his greatest flaw - if you could even call it that. When he lived with a mind that was always speeding at breakneck speed, left unchecked would give him - and you - whiplash. 

You snipped the last bit of paper in your hand and glanced at the rest of the materials on your workspace with an idea simmering in between your eyebrows. 

Forcing out a yawn and a stretch worked like a charm to bring his attention back to you. 

“Tired, bonnie?” he smiled, and by God, you could watch him smile for the rest of your days and be happy. He glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned slightly. “‘s pretty late, you almost done?”

“No,” you moaned pitifully, and drove the point home with a pout and batting eyelashes, “I need help with this if I want to go to sleep before midnight.” 

Immediately Johnny was dragging a chair and sitting down in front of you. “Tell me what to do, I’ll help.” Even though he tried to show a finality in his decision to help, you caught the hidden eagerness in his voice. 

Your beaming smile seemed to punch all thoughts away from his head as you handed him a stack of colourful paper strips. “Use that glue to stick the tips together to make rings, please,” you instructed him, and he immediately took the tiny tub of glue, “I need them arranged into a chain, the colour order isn’t important.” 

Johnny nodded once and muttered a soft “copy” before carefully getting to work. The way he delicately handled the strips showed you that your little plan had worked wonders. You turned your attention to the ornaments you had been working on - only half-made, so the kids would finish the work and get the credit, of course. 

“Thank you, Johnny,” he barely glanced up at your voice, obviously fully focused on his new super important task, “you’re a life-saver.”

His little chuckle and the bump of his ankle against yours under the table filled you with warmth, “‘course, can’t leave my bonnie struggling.”

You somehow held back an eyeroll and swallowed the ‘likewise’ that almost escaped your lips. You’d let him take the credit too. 

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[random0lover]

So we all know that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley joined the military because of the 9/11 attacks so what about a story with a reader that had a family member pass because of the 9/11 attacks and maybe it’s a civilian!reader or maybe a military!reader that joined because they wanted to help prevent something like that from happening ever again? It doesn’t have to be about that but it’s could be a detail added that makes a super soft emotional scene.

Idk I’m tired and this just came to me because I haven’t seen anyone write anything like this (yet?) and I’d love to see it!

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imagine gifting tengen flowers whenever he comes back from a mission >_< like you make sure to pick his favourite and he’s all soft because you always do that

[johnpricelover2011]

Imagine your husband Price doesn't come back from a mission

THROWS THIS AT YOU GUYS BECAUSE I READ THE "But you didn't," POEM BY MERRILL GLASS LIKE 2 MINUTES AGO

TW: Mentions of death <3, Angsty

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Staring out into the path leading away from your home, you sat on your rocking chair bundled up in a warm blanket. You reminisced about your life with John Price, the man you loved unconditionally.

You remember the time you borrowed his truck and crashed it. You thought he'd kill you, but he didn't.

You remember the time you dragged him to the beach even though he said it'd rain. When it did, you thought he would've yelled at you, but he didn't.

You remember the time after an argument when you flirted with the his teammates to make him jealous, and he was. You thought he'd leave you, but he didn't.

You remember the time you spilled strawberry pie all over the carpet of the very same truck you crashed. You thought he'd hit you, but he didn't.

And you remember the time you were teenagers, you forgot to tell him the prom was formal, so he showed up in jeans and a t-shirt. You thought he'd hate you, but he didn't.

There were so many things he didn't do, but he put up with you, protected you, and loved you unconditionally.

There were so many things you wanted to do to repay him. So you waited. Waited 40 years for him to return from that mission.

But he didn't.

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Title: In The Alleyways

Civilian reader is next! With a vote of 12.7%, civilian reader came in fourth place.

Noble | Head Advisor | Civilian | Royalty | Librarian | Witch (canon)

Wc: 2.1K Warnings: None

Festivals are always such a busy time, even for the random people in the cities and villages, who aren't even helping with setting up stalls or decorations or any other preparations.

There is excitement and joy, but also anticipation, because everyone knows that this is where an attack is most likely to come from. But you heard the crown prince would be in the parade, and he was blessed with a dendro vision, so you're sure things will be fine.

Well, you were sure.

Maybe it was because the crown prince was attending the parade that things have gotten out of hand.

Oh dearest stars above, there are people swooning and fainting in the crowd, and crazy folks who try to push past the guards and rush towards the carriage which holds the Prince. You can't really see from your position, but the cries and proclamations of love get louder the closer it gets. You're not sure if it was exactly worth it coming here.

You wanted to see the prince, and if his rumors of his extreme handsome-ness were true. The tri-colored blaze of his eyes sound like the things from legends, and everyone wants a taste of the supernatural, the extreme. Well, you work with the supernatural near often enough, you just want to see it in a different proximity.

But the ridiculousness ramps up when the carriage finally approaches. It's like when Barbara and Xinyan had a joint performance, the crowd was in a frenzy, trying to rush to the stars of it all.

He is handsome. Very much so. His face and body seem chiseled from some fine marble, and his eyes really are intense. His hair is a dove gray in the sunlight, and the dendro vision he bears is a swirling emerald. His face is stoic, and he stares ahead, as if unbeknownst to the cries of his name and pleas for a glance.

What is up with these people?

It's at that moment that a women next to you practically rips off her corset, and with impressive aim, throws it straight towards the prince.

What the fuck.

And he catches it, on reflex you suppose, because he stares at the piece of cloth in his hand like he never seen anything like it before. Everyone seems stockstill, before the prince raises his hand to slow the procession, and jumps out of the carriage.

The crowd screams as he approaches, and rushes forward as Prince Al Haitham speaks to the guards, gesturing to where the girl, who ran forward with a scream of delight, lost in the masses now, was when she threw it. And yeah, you aren't dealing with this.

It's not hard to push past the crowd, you're going in the opposite direction after all, and a little spritz of a potion has people quick to look past your face, frantic to see the prince instead. But you turn back to look at the craziness before you depart, and suddenly, the prince's eyes meet yours.

Oh, what the fuck.

You run.

And okay, that was a bad idea. 

Because now you're being chased by the guards, as if you were the crazy lady who ripped and threw her clothing.

Most people were attending the parade or perusing the shops and stalls, so the alleys are only full of trash and vermin, alley cats and dogs.

You can hear the guards, and you try to slow down your heartbeat, catch your breath. You have a spell. Spells. You'll be fine. You're too elevated. You must get to a lower level. You take a couple of darkened stairs, down, down down.

Unless your spell didnt actually work, because didnt the prince see you? Like, he immediately found you in that giant crowd, and perhaps he sent the guards your way. and you spell didnt really work and and–

Okay. Okay, breathe. You're fine. You're a capable and amazing witch and the prince didn't see you, that was fluke. The guards won't find you and you won't get in trouble, you just need to breathe and relax. And focus on creating some distance. You begin walking again, a hand to your chest.

The potion works well enough, and as long as you keep up your hood, you can get to the inn you've been staying at and relax. You'll wait till the parade is over and then you can enjoy the stalls and such, in fact, there was a stall you wanted to check out by the city center–

A hand lands on your shoulder and you jump to high Celestia.

You open your mouth to tell but an arm arcs over your head, and the inside of the elbow is pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet. You try to bite but the person was wearing some sort of armor thing underneath the cloak. You're stuck in a headlock.

How did they catch up to me so fast?? You think, you thought you had enough ground between you and the guards.

You drop, limp, amd the person struggles to keep you upright. When you drop you grab their pant leg and pull.

They fall, stumble really, which was your plan, and as soon as you're free you start booking it. You see them catch and right themselves as you turn a corner, and you curse under your breath.

Not a minute later you hear footsteps behind you, and you curse again and run faster. You fly by back workers refilling stocks or bringing things in, children delivering packages, even the occasional pair of lovers embracing. You're just trying to outrun this man.

Unfortunately, you run into a dead end. Literally.

Okay, it's not your fault that in your adrenaline induced panic, you mistook the painting of an open shop door to be an actual door. The alley way was short and dark, and you were desperate and fuck that hurted.

Mother, do I make you proud?

You're holding your face, thankfully unbroken, when you feel a shadow fall over you. Your panic returns, making you still and liable to bite, when you open your eyes.

"..." Crown Prince Al Haitham stands above you, with a cloak of his own. He looks at you, and you look at him.

Wordlessly, he hands you an object, and you see it's the corset that was thrown at him. He urges you to take it. And you do. Awkwardly.

"Here. Why did you throw this? You would have gone without it?"

"…" You must be dreaming.

"Did you rattle your brains running into that wall? Why did you run for so long?"

"...Why did you chase me?" He returns to full height, but still stares down at you. 

"To return your clothing."

"You chased me like a madman, for that? You put me in a headlock for that?!"

He shrugs, unbothered. "There's a local myth that if a person throws their clothing at you unsuspectingly and you catch it, it's a metaphor for returning their feelings, unless you return it. I thought most of you wouldn't be so bold, but alas." You marvel at his audacity and roll onto your stomach, not wanting to get up yet. The ground was hard but cool.

"You don't seem like the type to believe in such a silly thing." 

"I'm not. But I've started to believe in curses and tempting fate. So I must take heed." Something changes in his face. 

"Your nose is bleeding." 

You check and oh! You are. You press the fabric of the corset to your nose to stop the blood flow and damn, your nose hurts. You wince but let up.

Crown Prince Al Haitham crouches on his haunches, as if to inspect you better.

"Your nose might be broken."

"It's fine."

"Let me see."

"What? No." But he doesn't wait for your permission, and moves your hand with the cloth away, and starts pressing around your nose and the bridge. You hiss and grit your teeth, but he has one hand on your face and the other under your jaw keeping you in place.

After a few very painful moments, he backs up.

"Not broken,  but you'll bruise. Very badly. It would be best to ice it. And to not use your corset to staunch a nosebleed."

"It's not mine."

"It's not your corset and you still threw it at me?" You sigh in annoyance.

"...I didn't throw this at you, Your Highness."

He rolls his eyes, and stands up. Now you're tired of being on the floor, and get up too, less gracefully.

"Do not lie. Why else would you meet my eyes and then run during the commotion? I admit, that was a bold move. It got me to follow you."

"Your Highness."

"None of my admirers have thrown their clothing at me, and to do so in public–"

"You're mistaken!" You cut him off, irked.

"You must be pretty arrogant to think that everyone is in love with you, Your Highness. I am not one of them. And look," you open your cloak to show that you are, in fact, still wearing your all your clothing.

"If you came here hoping to score with some doe eyed fool you're mistaken, Your Highness. And frankly impudent."

"Impudent. So you're at least well read." Before you could reply to the backhanded compliment he moves on.

"Hm. You're very bold. And presumptuous. That's not what I chased you down for." The Prince looks down at your outfit, hand to his chin.

"I was merely curious. I suppose you ran, because you wished to avoid the commotion?"

"Yes. And because you came up to me and put me in a headlock."

"That doesn't explain how you were able to evade my guards," he breezes past. "And how I was the only one to reach you."

"I don't know!" You raise your hands and smack them to your sides.

"No, I think you do."

"You're the only one who saw through my spell. I don't know how."

At this, he perks up, and steps into your space.

"A spell? So you're a wizard," he looks at your outfit (again. You dont think you mistake that derogatory look).

"Self taught, perhaps? Show me this spell."

You scowl. 

"Wizards are more the scholarly type, and like to stick to the rules, and their courts and towers. I am a witch, we garden and grow and hunt our ingredients and make our spells and focus on the body and the like. There is a difference." 

Again he shrugs. "Alright witch, show me."

"And If I don't want to?"

"Then I'll have my guards detain you and hold you for questioning." Really? You want to ask if he is that petty, but one look at his face and you know he is serious.

You sigh and pull out a bottle from your satchel, the liquid inside is a pretty purple, and he takes it from your hands gingerly. You let him, but not without a face.

"It doesn't make you invisible, but unnoticeable. That's how I was able to get away. Somehow you broke through it."

"... I saw a blue vial  in your satchel, just now. What was that one?"

"Healing." Speaking of which, your face is really starting to hurt now.

"I'll use it for my face, but first I have to let the wound set."

"Did you make these yourself? How much do you want for the stealth vial?"

"...Yes, and no, it's not for sale. At least, not for money."

"Alright, what do you want in exchange?"

You probably should ask for coin, but you're curious sooo "....Why did you really follow me? And why do you want it? And why did you put me in a headlock?! Answer me those questions."

To his credit, he doesn't hesitate. "I was curious because I thought you had thrown the article of clothing. You didn't seem as obsessed as the other folk were, and that piqued my interest.

It gets tiring, being fanned and adored and swooned over day in and out." He sighs hard, and he looks annoyed now, his brow tugged down and his lips are pursed. He meets your gaze.

"I had suspiciouns when you met my eyes in the crowd and ran. With the fact that my guards could not catch you, I assumed it was a type of signal. Perhaps it was. Eith your.pption, itt would be beneficial to go unnoticed for a few hours."

"Beneficial for…?"

"My health." Despite your previous attitude, you snort.

"I guess you're lucky your hair is gray, otherwise the stress would show."

"It's genetic."

"I know." You sigh, and ponder for a minute. You have been struggling for work, and you've been wanting to gain some recognition. Your skills are decent, but maybe that's all you need in this situation maybe you could make him a customer.

"Fine. A spritz lasts a half hour, and I have enough for the rest of the day. Take it." You gesture to the prince, since he already had it in his hands, and he nods. He looks all around out for a moment, before pointing the nozzle and sprays you.

"Hey!" He stares at you for a moment, as if watching whether you'll grow horns or not, before spraying himself. 

As if on cue, a pair of guards barrels into the alleyway you two are at. They stop to stare at you, you both are caught off guard so your faces are in full view, before they shake their heads and run off.

"Hm. How convenient, it does work. Lovely. Now, where to?"

"Where to?"

"Yes. Memorizing maps and infracture doesn't help for when you're actually in a place you've never been before, so I need an aide. And I need to question you on what other potions you can make. I have a feeling I might need your services in the future." He gestures ahead, for you to move forward.

"After you."

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I Need a Doctor (Strange x Reader)

I Need a Doctor (Rated T)

Request?: YES (for Anon: comfort fic)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: A bit of angst/self-deprecation, but otherwise fluff and Stephen being just the sweetheart we know he is.

Summary: One night, you wake up feeling incredibly sick. When your boyfriend (who happens to be the Sorcerer Supreme and world's ex-top neurosurgeon), comes to your aid, new questions surface in your mind. Just how will it change your relationship with the good doctor?

!! NO MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS !!

You shook your head violently, hands twitching as they gripped onto the satin sheets between your fingers. This was the second time you had threatened to pull them up and over your face in an attempt to protect yourself. “No!” you exclaimed.

“Take it!” the voice of Doctor Stephen Strange said from above you. It was obvious he was growing impatient. Frankly, you didn’t care. This was a matter of life and death.

“No!” you drawled out again as you wrapped the sheet around your face.

“For God’s sake,” Stephen was exasperated now. “Just take the damn pill!”

“That thing is huge, Stephen. It’s the size of an avocado pit.”

The Sorcerer Supreme heaved another sigh. You couldn’t see his face from under your cover. Maybe that was for the best. Although, you could already envision the look of disdain across his facial features. “For the last time. It will not hurt you.”

You pulled the covers off your face and glared at him. “That’s easy for you to say when you don’t have to worry about choking and dying!” An accusatory index finger was pointed in his direction. You were on the verge of another coughing fit, but because you just had to be stubborn, your voice was now coming out as scratchy as a record. “You said it was small!!”

“It is small!”

“Like hell it is!” you retorted. “If that’s small, then the moon is a potato chip! I can’t swallow that pill. If I even attempt to, I will gag, choke on my own vomit, and die.”

Stephen scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I think you’re being a bit dramatic, dear.” When you merely glared at him, Stephen gave a small smile in return. “Alright, fine. On the off chance you do choke, I know CPR.”

You allowed yourself a moment to contemplate his offer. Even though you would be unable to breathe, the idea of your boyfriend’s lips on yours sent a tingle down your spine. It always felt like the first time with him, mainly because this whole relationship thing was new in the first place. You had originally met Stephen at the New York Public Library, where he had chosen to return all thirty-seven of his library books....at once. Looking back, you wished you could have come up with something quirkier to say to him – something you could both find funny, instead of your sarcastic self bleeding onto the surface.

“Introverted bookworm,” you had said as you scanned the final item, a copy of Moby Dick.

“Pardon?” Stephen glanced up at you with a quizzically raised eyebrow.

“Introverted bookworm. They dedicate all their time to reading and nothing else.” You shrugged. “Not big on parties, large crowds…having lots of friends…”

The sorcerer before you lifted his arms shakily to his chest and crossed them in a silent challenge. “Oh, really? You think I’m one of these bookworms?” A smirk  tugged at the corner of his lips. “And what makes you deduce that, Sherlock?”

You first pointed to the pile of books that you had finally finished scanning in, then to the new stacks of material he planned to check out that afternoon. “Clearly someone who starts his week with this much literature isn't in the habit of spending time with others.”

“Oh, this? No, this is just some light reading,” a sheepish grin stretched across Stephen’s face.  

“Then I’d certainly hate to be on staff when you decide to actually go ham.”

It had taken some time, but the two of you ultimately forged a bond. You connected over your mutual love for books and literature. That connection grew stronger as you began to learn more about each other. Though you weren’t sure why at first, Stephen told you about Christine. He told you how they met, worked together after college, and how they had needed to part ways… it wasn’t until he invited you for coffee that you finally put the pieces together. He told you of his past to show you his future, or at least what hoped his future would look like, with you. 

Now here he was, standing in your bedroom with a cup of orange juice in his right hand and a large red pill in the other. When you had woken up feeling like Hell burned over, you didn’t think twice before calling your boyfriend. He may not have been a primary care doctor, but Stephen still had the experience working with a variety of patients over the years. He knew which drugs would be best to help whatever ails you. Within seconds, a portal opened in your living room to reveal just the man you wanted to see. 

You instantly regretted the call, though, when you witnessed Stephen step through the portal. He was in his pyjamas. A soft heather grey t-shirt had been tossed on over his red and black plaid pants. His hair was also a tousled mess with stray black strands sticking in his eyes. 

“You didn’t need to come,” you had argued. “I could handle it myself-”

“You’re sick,” the groggy voice of your boyfriend caused you to shiver. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t come to help you?” 

While you were beyond grateful to have him in your life, you didn’t want to have to bother him with something as trivial as this. You wanted to show him that you could be strong. The last thing you wanted was to portray this weak significant other who always needed their boyfriend to constantly save the day. 

Every day while Stephen fought against the dark forces of the Mystic Arts, you sat behind a desk mindlessly documenting damage from the latest whack-job that attacked New York. Nothing you did was exciting or remarkable. Even before he had become the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen still saved lives through his work as a neurosurgeon. Granted, it never resonated with him as it did now, but it demonstrated his courage and overall strength. 

You never had that chance. Instead of going out into the fight, you chose to run away from it and let those much more powerful save the day. It made you feel weak. You could be better – you could always be better. Stephen deserved better. In fact, he deserved the world. That’s why you never could understand why he chose to be with you instead of trying to get back together with her. Doctor Christine Palmer always seemed to understand Stephen and his personality. From what he told you, she was fearless and never let anything get in the way of helping her patients. She was a wonder woman – and everything you could never measure up to. 

“So are we just going to stare off into the distance or are we going to take this pill?” Stephen’s voice snapped you out of whatever dazed state you were in. “I wasn’t joking about that CPR offer.”

You risked a glance up at him. He was smiling now, his multi-coloured eyes flickering between sincerity and genuine concern. “Stephen, I’m not going to get you sick.”

A sigh escaped his lips. “Do you ever stop worrying?” You flinched, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the Sorcerer Supreme. “Touchy subject, alright. . .” He crossed his arms. “Do you want to tell me what’s really going on here?”

There was a period of silence as you thought about sharing the truth with your boyfriend. You knew you needed to tell him at some point. Relationships were built on trust and honesty. If you felt this relationship wasn’t established for the right reasons, and you couldn’t even trust him to know that fear, maybe you weren’t meant to last. “I don’t know why you’re here,” you said at last.

“What do you mean you don’t know why I’m here?” Stephen gave a chuckle. “You called me.”

“That’s not what I mean, Stephen. I mean I don’t get why you’re here…in a relationship…with me.”

The sorcerer in front of you placed the items he was holding in his hand down on the nightstand. With some effort, he crouched next to your stretched form. A shaky hand trailed from the top of your hair to the swell of your chin. “Darling,” Stephen said softly, “it’s because I love you.”

“But I’m not perfect,” you hated how vulnerable you sounded. The congestion mixed with the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes made you sound like a five-year-old. You felt like a five-year-old with the fit you were pitching over the entire situation. “I’m not strong enough. Hell, I can’t even handle a stinking cold! I’m not a superhero. I don’t save lives as a doctor. I’m not even your type.”

“And who decides who my type is?” The amusement had left Stephen’s face completely by this point. When you started your breakdown, he realised just how much you believed what you were saying. It hurt him to see you like this -- so down on yourself that you didn’t even see what he could. You couldn’t see the strong independent person he fell in love with, who would do anything to get a story to see the light of day.  

“Your type is someone strong, who can save the world,” you stared into his eyes. “You deserve someone who gets you completely, who is just like you. Not someone who’s a wimp and runs from danger. Someone like Christine. Why don’t you just leave?”

You could almost see the heart shatter behind Stephen’s green-blue eyes. He couldn’t believe you were doing this to him, much less to yourself. “Who I need,” he said before he brushed his lips against your forehead, “is someone who makes me smile; who makes me feel special. Someone who is willing to fight their editor with a stapler gun- and nearly be fired for it- in order for a story about a children’s shoe store shutting down to be sent to print-”

“Gary’s Shoes has been a staple in Greenwich since I was a kid! To have it torn down after fifty years would be ridiculous. Joe could just go screw himself if he thought I was just going to let that story slide into the recycle bin.” 

A chuckle escaped Stephen’s lips. “My little spitfire,” he mumbled. “The point is…” He reached over to grab the cup of orange juice and sat next to you. “There is only one person out there for me and that's you. You’re my type. You're just the person I want. I don’t want Christine. I want you and only you.”

You shifted on the mattress to sit back up, sighing softly. “But you don’t need to keep taking care of me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” Stephen brushed back a stray strand of hair from your eyes. “I don’t need to take care of you. I get to help you and I want to.” 

“But you could get sick…” you fought back weakly. 

“Well, then you’ll just need to take care of me,” Stephen replied as he swung his legs to lay down next to you, cup still in hand. “I think you would make an excellent nurse. Now, can you please take the pill so we can move onto the next part of your treatment?”

You frowned. “What treatment?”

“A nice long nap. With cuddles. Doctor’s orders.” A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 

Without another hesitation, you took the cup and swallowed the evil monster gargantuan pill (although it did take some effort). As soon as you cleared the remaining liquid, you launched yourself against the soft material of Stephen’s t-shirt with a happy sigh. You gave a small hum as his hands made their way up the back of your shirt, providing you with a skin-on-skin contact you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I love you,” you whispered as your eyelids began to flutter. 

“I love you,” the sound of Stephen’s low voice vibrated within his chest, causing you to smile while you drifted off to sleep. 

Little did you know that as you made your way into dreamland, Stephen was watching over you with a small smile of his own. That evening, he made a vow to himself that someday very soon he would show you how much you meant to him. He would be there for every sick day, every great day, every bad day. Each night, you would go to bed and he’d be there. There would be no doubt of the love you shared with each other. Christine would be but a distant memory to you both because Stephen had finally found you. 

He chose you. 

And he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life loving you with all his heart.   

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Author's Note: Ugh my heart hurt in the best way writing that ending. Sorry Anon if that didn't meet what you were requesting!! I'm currently sick with another cold, so my inspiration wasn't that unique this time. But let's keep the domestic!Stephen Strange going, yeah? :)

To provide a mini-update, uni has just started up for me recently, so I'm not sure how my schedule is going to hold up. I hope to have some time to write and post like usual, but I do plan on scheduling some posts in advance so there is content for you all! As usual, don't forget to leave a like, a comment, and even a reblog because it really helps me out here! And if you want to request a fic, make sure to check out my Request Guidelines before sending a request through an ask. I may be a bit selfish, but please give me some Variant!Stephen requests. I need an excuse to write some after watching MoM!

Until next time, loves (I feel like I need a name for my readers...help me pick one!)!

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[buckyalpine]

Hello Shay ! I’ve been loving the civilian!reader fics, and I had an idea for a fic like that, but with a twist 🫣 reader is bucky’s sweet civilian gf, literal definition of sunshine, basically a lover, not a fighter. She’s a ballet teacher at a local studio (hint hint wink wink). And she lives with him and the team at the tower. One night, while the team is out on a mission, Hydra ambushes the tower and tries to take the reader hostage. And when they learn about it, they rush back home in order to save her. Meanwhile, Bucky and Tony check the footage just to see his precious sweet girl absolutely kicking ass. And I mean hardcore, like she even does the entire widow thigh-neck move. And everyone is like??? And Bucky’s just absolutely fucking HORNY bc “hell I’ve been in between those thighs so many times, you’re telling me I could’ve DIED???”

okay YESSSSS we live for a badass gf who appears to be nothing but sweet sunshine and killer on the inside. Fluffy fluffy and smutty smutty

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"Be back soon, darling" Bucky cooed, kissing you again and again while everyone boarded the jet, getting in a few more pecks before having to leave on a mission.

"C'mon lover boy, the faster we get going, the faster you get back to your sweetheart!" Tony yelled, shaking his head watching Bucky look a you with puppy eyes, not wanting to leave his sunshine behind. "He's so down bad, I swear"

"Can you blame him, she's so cute" Sam smiled, watching the two of you cling onto each other for a few extra seconds, your form hidden, engulphed in Bucky's thick arms. "Look, you can't even see her when tin man hugs her"

"I'll miss you baby" you kissed Bucky's pouty lips, caressing his scruffy cheek before letting him run off, your cheeks heating up when he blew you another kiss before the doors closed.

"You're a little sap" Nat teased while Bucky blushed, strapping on his gear as the engine roared to life, rumbling as they took off. Bucky had 0 shame in everyone knowing how much he loved you and it started from the day he met you. He got called out immediately, questioned over the dopey smile he had on his face, the blush on his cheeks instantly giving him away.

Soon after you'd started dating, Bucky wanted you closer to him and he didn't have to ask Tony twice; his room was moved to a floor above so you'd have more space to live together. The last thing Bucky wanted was for you to get hurt because of his job. He felt more relaxed knowing you were in he safety of the compound on days where he was away.

"Who would've thought Bucky would be the romantic type"

"I did" Steve groaned, having seen Bucky's flirty side for years but he knew this was different. He hadn't seen his bestfriend like this before, clearly in utterly and desperately in love with you.

"It's adorable" Sam laughed while Bucky continued to smile, scrolling through his phone looking at pictures of you. His camera rolled was filled with various images of you baking, cuddling, sleeping, doing the most mundane things in the world, each making his heart flutter. He felt a pang in his chest, momentarily worried about if you were safe without him, the same anxiety he always felt whenever he had to leave you.

-

You stretched across the sofa, sipping on some hot chocolate and putting on your favorite comfort movie, deciding to have a relaxing night to yourself since the compound was empty. You didn't like when Bucky had to leave but you knew it was part of his job, slipping the fuzzy throw blanket over you shoulders before hitting play.

It had hardly been a few minutes before the screen went black making you blink, wondering if you'd sat on the remote by accident. Suddenly the rest of the lights turned off, a blasting sound coming from the entrance before you heard rushed footsteps nearing you.

Your heart started to race, having no time to hide or think, coming face to face with a number of masked men all towering over you. One grabbed you, pulling out a camera and hitting record, shoving it close to your face with a sinister smile.

"Look who we have, soldat"

-

The jet hadn't been flying for long, a sudden beeping alarm from the security system alerting Tony to check the cameras. His eyes grew wide, seeing the Hydra logo take over the screen before switching the live footage from the hacked system.

"Guys! There's been an attack on the compound!" Tony shouted from the computer, everyone rushing to see what came on screen, billows of smoke emitting from the main wing. Suddenly the screen went black, replaced with a man swearing a black mask, walking around the common room.

"Welcome Mr. Stark" His voice was thick with a Russian accent, the video panning to show the other agents infiltrating the tower. "Where is our soldat"

"You stay the fuck away from my girl" Bucky growled, his heart hammering in his chest, nearly crying when he saw someone grab you and shove you into a chair.

"She's precious to you, isn't she. We'll see you soon" he laughed, before the stream cut off leaving Bucky wanting to scream in frustrating, anxiety clouding all his thoughts, just wanting to get back to you to protect you.

"We have to go help her!" Bucky paced up and down while Tony rerouted the jet, speeding back to save you. "How the fuck do I know what's going on, there has to be something" He pleaded, hating that he no longer had eyes on you.

"Hold on, let me get into the back up feed" Tony tapped away at different keys, getting into the security system, selecting the camera for the common room where you were being held. "Here, I got it! I-Holy shit..."

The sound of screaming screeched through the speaker but it wasn't coming from you.

No.

"B-Barnes, you're girl just killed someone with her thighs" Tony stared at the footage with wide eyes while Bucky and the others watching in awe as your legs wrapped around one of the agents' heads, snapping his neck before flipping over and attacking another one of your assailants.

Bucky nearly choked, watching the men drop to the floor like flies, your arms and legs holding onto the men with a vice like grip until they fell, hardly breaking a sweat each time.

"Do you understand how many time's I've been in between those thighs, you're telling me she could've killed me?!!" Bucky practically moaned, seeing you fight, all his anxiety melting into lust, his cock straining against the thick material of his tac suit.

"Jesus Bucky, you're gonna poke an eye out" Sam's face scrunched up while Bucky adjusted himself, biting his lip to keep from making a sound, his tip leaking, breathing out a sigh of relief seeing you perfectly safe.

"Can't help me, look at her. Better count me out for movie night, m'gonna spent the whole night fuckin'-

"Okay, got it, you're a ridiculous, horny, pervert, and y/n probably won't walk for a week, will you please put that away" Sam shook his head, walking away when he tent in Bucky's pants got worse.

"I'm sorry, we've been housing a Hydra killer all this time?" Tony shook his head as the jet landed, still in disbelief over what everyone had just seen, both impressed and 100% scared of what else you were capable of. "You sure know how to pick em' Barnes"

As soon as the jet hit the floor, Bucky was sprinting off into he compound, running to find you, relief flooding his veins when he saw you sipping on your tea, seated on the couch again. You jumped up from your spot, jumping into your boyfriends arms, clinging onto him while the others also entered, glad to see you were okay. They got to work, clearing up the room, rounding up the few agents that were knocked out for questioning while also giving you and Bucky some privacy.

"Babygirl" Bucky hugged you tightly in his arms, burying his face into your neck, inhaling your soft scent, hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. "Are you okay doll, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine Bucky" you reassured him, pecking his soft lips, letting him check you over before feeling satisfied you were okay, not finding a scratch on your body.

"Everything okay Buck?" you cocked your head noticing your boyfriends shift in demeanor, his soft baby blue eyes darkening into something else, biting his lip.

"Baby, I had to hold back from pulling my cock out on the jet and touching myself, you know how much that hurt? How hard I was the entire time, struggling not to jet my dick off watching how sexy you looked" He walked you up to your shared bedroom, his erection shamelessly pushing against your clothed core, not bothering to hide it one bit. "Where have you been hiding all that princess"

"Not hiding Bucky, just-never needed to do that" You shrugged shyly, squeezing your thigs around his waist playfully, making him groan as he dropped you on the bed.

"Can't wait to keep my face between these pretty legs that could kill me" He groaned, slicing your clothes off with his pocket knife before diving in without a care in the world, eating you like a man starved, tapping your thighs to wrap around his head.

"C'mon doll, squeeze em'" he moaned, humping against the bed feeling your muscles flex, his eyes rolling back, nearly cumming against the mattress at the strength he could feel, knowing you were holding back from hurting him.

you could kill him if you want.

Fuck, he was going to cum so fast.

-

"Oh god! Bucky!! PLease! D-DOn't STOP"

"That's it gorgeous, so good to me, so fuckin' pretty. won't last baby, gonna cum for you!"

"They're going at it like rabbits, didn't you sound proof their room after the first incident?"

"I did. This is after the sound proofing"

"Gonna fuck your thighs next baby, you got my cock so hard, almost creamed my pants like a teenager watching, you, oh shit-shit-m'so sensitive, keep clenching around my dick, that's it-fuckkk"

"Jesus christ, it's been an hour"

"Did you forget he has the super soldier serum? They're not gonna stop any time soon"

"I'M CUMMING JAMES"

"Gonna fucking cum for you y/n, OH FUCK YESSS you're so sexy when you fight baby, m'gonna fuckin' cum again, I can't stop"

"He's really gonna go all night, isn't he"

"Can you blame him?"

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo hi again hehe

Can I please request a (Endgame never happened au! Everyone lives!au) Bucky x fem!civilian!reader where during his first official mission as an Avenger, he saves a girl who was abducted by the bad guys the Avengers have been trying to stop. When he saves her (and looks hot while doing it), he’s holding her bridal style in his arms as him and the avengers walk out of the bad guys lair, and she’s so scared and relieved at the same time (and also thinks he’s extremely attractive) and she’s thanking him over and over again for saving her, and without thinking she lays a kiss on his lips, freezing against his lips while doing so, eyes wide, before she separates from him and is like ,”ohmygoshimsosorry!!!” Lmao, anyways he’s so shook that he actually saved someone and also shook that someone as pretty as she is wants to kiss him🤧 Anyways, he’s super protective of her after that and checks up on her a lot and they just grow in love for each other 😭 Lots of teasing from Tony, Steve, and Sam lol

I just always think about the adorable shocked look on Bucky’s face when the people were thanking him for saving them in the show🥹🥺

The Kiss » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky saves a girl on his first mission as an Avenger and she kisses him without thinking in a way to thank him.

Warnings: Fluff, language, small injuries, bruises, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵 also I imagined this with Bucky’s look in Civil War.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Bucky cautiously entered the base with his gun held up in front of him, watching every direction to make sure no one jumped out at him. He stopped in his tracks when he heard whimpering coming from a room with a lock on the door. He pressed his ear against the door, hearing more whimpers coming from inside of the locked room. Bucky broke the lock off the door with his metal hand and kicked the door down. He cautiously entered the room and seen a woman in the corner of the room.

“Ma’am…” Bucky slowly approached you so he didn’t scare you. “Are you ok?” He asks.

You uncovered your head to see the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You didn’t say anything. You just stared at him. Bucky put his gun in the holster and crouched down in front of you. You pressed yourself more against the wall.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He assures you. “What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You tell him quietly, loud enough for him to hear.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Bucky.” He introduces himself to you. “I’m going to get you out of here. Can you walk?” Bucky asks.

Bucky stood up, holding his hands out for you. You put your hands in his and he pulled you up gently. Your legs felt weak and wobbly. You fell against the front of Bucky’s body.

“I got you.” He says.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the room. Your grip on Bucky tightened. You were scared, but also relieved. You’ve been locked in that room for so long that you don’t remember what daylight looks like.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” You say over and over.

“It’s no problem, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

You leaned in and kissed him, catching Bucky by surprise. You didn’t even realize you were kissing him till a few seconds into the kiss. You froze, leaving your lips on his for a moment.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologized.

“It’s ok.” Bucky says.

Once Bucky got you on the quinjet and comfortable, he was still in shock. When he got you to the med bay at the Avengers Compound, he couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. Bucky zoned out for a moment, thinking about someone as pretty as you would want to kiss him.

“Bucky?” Steve says, snapping Bucky out of his trance.

“Huh? What?” Bucky asks, blinking a couple times.

“Are you ok? Looks like you have something on your mind.” He says.

“I-” Bucky cleared his throat before continuing his sentence. “I’m fine.” He says.

Sam and Tony couldn’t help but laugh. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at them.

“Is your mind on the kiss that girl gave you?” Tony asks, grinning.

“Her name is Y/N!” Bucky defends you. “You guys seen her kiss me?” He says.

“So are her knight and shining armor?” Sam asks with a grin.

“He does have a metal arm.” Tony adds.

Bucky rolls his eyes and stood up.

“Buck, c’mon. They’re just teasing you.” Steve puts a hand on his shoulder. “I mean, I can say I blame her. I’d kiss someone for saving me.” He says teasingly.

Bucky shook Steve’s hand off his shoulder and went to the med bay to check on you. He walked in the room at the same time the doctor was finishing up.

“How is she?” Bucky asks, leaning against the wall.

“For someone who been locked up for a while, she’s doing well. She has a few bruises and a fractured wrist, but she’ll be fine.” The doctor put a wrist brace on your wrist. “I want to check her wrist again in a couple weeks. Other than that, she’s good to go.” The doctor tells him before leaving the room.

The room was filled with awkward silence for a moment before Bucky spoke up.

“I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.” Bucky says.

You smiled softly. Bucky helped you off the bed, leaving his arm around your waist. He took you to the room you’re going to be staying in. It’s across the hall from Bucky’s room.

“I’m sure you’re tired. My room is across the hall if you need anything.” Bucky says.

Bucky was about to walk out of the room, but you stopped him.

“Bucky?” You say.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Thank you again.” You say with a smile.

“It’s my pleasure, doll.” He smiles. “Get some rest.” He says and left the room.

Over the next couple weeks, you and Bucky grew closer to each other. You two gotten to know each other. Bucky helped you in every way he could. The Avengers are still teasing Bucky, but he’s ignoring it and focusing on you. As of right now, you’re in the med bay getting your injuries checked out again to make sure they’re healing properly. Your bruises are almost gone, but you have to wear the wrist brace a little longer than you would like.

“Hi, Bucky!” You smiled widely, entering the kitchen of the Avengers Compound.

“Hi, doll.” Bucky smiles. “What did the doctor say?” He asks.

“My injuries are healing properly and I have to wear this wrist brace a little longer.” You informed him.

“I’m happy to hear that. You look great.” He compliments, making you blush.

“Thank you.” You say, still blushing.

“Are you hungry? I was thinking about taking you to that diner I was telling you about.” He says.

“The one in Brooklyn? I would love to go!” You say with a smile.

Bucky held his hand out which you happily held. Bucky being the gentleman he is opened the car door for you. He even opened the door for you at the diner.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Bucky says, trying not to sound awkward.

“About what?” You asked.

“The kiss.” He says.

“Oh…” You chuckled a little. “I’m sorry about that. Please don’t think I’m one of those girls who kisses the first guy she sees. You’re just really attractive and I couldn’t help myself.” You say nervously and continued rambling.

“Doll, you’re rambling.” He says, gently putting his hand on yours.

“Sorry.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He starts. “If I’m being honest, I liked it. I mean, I was surprised that someone as pretty as you would want to kiss me, but I liked it.” He says with a smile.

You smiled back. The waitress brought you guys your food.

“Eat up, doll. You still need to regain your strength.” Bucky says.

You listened and ate almost everything. You and Bucky got back to the Compound at sunset. You went to your room and took a shower and put on comfortable clothes. Then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” You say loudly.

The door opens, revealing Bucky. You smiled and patted the spot next to you on the bed. Bucky took a seat next to you.

“I just wanted to check on you before you went to bed.” Bucky says.

“I’m fine. Thanks for checking on me.” You say, smiling at him.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his again. Your eyes widened and you pulled away.

“I did it again! I’m so sorry!” You say, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Bucky uncovered your face and kissed you passionately, catching you off guard.

“I told you earlier that I like it when you kiss me.” He says softly.

Bucky kisses you once’s more before pulling away.

“Stay with me tonight?” You asked, hoping he would say yes.

“Of course.” Bucky smiles.

You two laid down and covered up with the blankets. You laid your head on his chest, your fingers played with his dog tags. His heartbeat soothed you.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say before falling asleep.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, doll.” Bucky says and kissed the top of your head.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[harveywritings92]

[Civvy! Reader hears a noise coming from their backyard, and goes to check, she turns on the backyard lights and sees a parade of armed men standing there; guns drawn, they freeze, she stares at them blankly before pointing at the one in skull mask whose closest to the door.]

R/n, to Ghost: ....Are you guys on drugs?

{Ghost stares at her in a combo of intrigue that she wasn’t scared of him and in bafflement at that being the first thing she asks when seeing a bunch of armed men in her back garden....He looks at Gaz, who shrugs then back at R/n.}

Ghost: No.

R/n:

R/n: Am I drugs?

{Again the men stare at her baffled.]

Ghost: No?

R/n: Right, should I just turn off the lights, go back to bed and forget I saw anything?

Ghost: That would probably be for the best.

[R/n nods shuts the lights off, and assumingly goes back to bed.]

Soap, holding back a laugh: *snort* What the hell was that?

Ghost: Nothing, get back to it.

[They proceed to raid her neighbors house, Ghost makes sure to memorize R/n’s address since this encounter sparked his attention.]

(PART 2)

[kittysl4t]

Miguel O'Hara x Hispanic reader

Fem civilian reader

Thinking of miguel being all tough and 'manly' but when he's near you, he gets all shy and nervous. 😔💗

+18 | Sub¡Dom relationship | voyeurism | vibrator | miguel being a cutey | Male Orgasm | Humiliation kink | Praise kink | nsfw

(English is not my first language)

Gif not mine

Miguel is a man that has a really good reputation, serious, manly, tough giant hero that whoever dares to cross his path with a slight different option to his, is done.

People close to his job environment were kinda scare of him, but tried not to make it to obvious, in case he gets more furious about it.

That scary, angry expression of his was immediately gone once he sees you, smiling at him, his gaze changes to a more relaxed one. He was finally home.

You didn't get up from the sofa and just lift your finger, you can see his face light up and rapidly goes towards you, getting on his knees immediately, kissing your hand.

'¿Que tal estás, amor?' (How are you, love?) You asked, pleased by the quickly submission of your giant boyfriend.

You rub his cheek cutely, and touch his soft wavy hair 'Bien, estaba un poco estresado por el trabajo, but contigo a mi lado im much better' (Good, i was a little stressed 'cause work, but w you by my side im much better).

Miguel never considered himself a submissive men. All the other relationships he has been in before, were pretty normal, but with you he is a different men, he feels like he only exists to please you, not only sexually, of course.

You want something? He give it to you no matter what, no matter the money, the time. You want to fuck him in the middle of his work?, You have it.

No complaints, no 'buts' , no 'i can't' .

You love going outside w him, watch him begin all tough and demanding to the people around him.

So funny seeing him squirm and change his expression when you set the vibrator to the max, you can't help but laugh at him when he gives those pleading eyes.

Poor thing, he knows you won't stop, you're gonna make him cum in front of his employees. :(

He gets all flustered, but he never changes his grumpy face.

'i have to go for a moment i'll be right back' you see how he quickly runs to the restroom. You grab your phone, and immediately send him a message '¿Quien te dio permiso a irte? Brat' (Who gave permission to go? Brat)

'Please, mommy, not infront of them'

'salte, miguel' (get out, Miguel)

And as the good boy he is, he obeys.

A couple of minutes of your teasing is all it takes for him to cum in front of everyone.

Surprisingly no one noticed were their scary boss weird behavior comes from and they tried to ignored it.

'Good boy' you whisper closer to his now very warm face

He looks at you flustered, proud and surprised of his good behaviour and acting skills.

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Love y'all, if there's any bad grammar please let me know 😭. (Requests are open)

[alwaysshallow]

bruh imagine higher up!y/n is married and the husband is Konig lmao XD Ghost is UPSET. hes been pinning after you but found out ur married to a guy whos higher rank, taller and bigger than him. and dont even think about the way Konig would be when he sees ghost. So. Passive. Aggressive. "i seen the way you look at MY wife, LIEUTENANT. Don't even think about it. And KNOW UR RANK." Bruh.💀

Konig the type to rudely smack away ghost's hand when you drop something and he just wants to pick it up for you. its like a lil cat fight going on everytime you turn ur back on them. ghost: "move. i need to hand these paper to her" konig: "No. ill take it." ghost: gripping the papers and not letting him take it. "i need to get it signed by MY higher-up. Fuck. off." konig: also not letting go of the papers. "that's a write up. Riley." gaz and soap in the back: trying to leave b4 shot hits the fan the paper: guys pls help im about to be ripped in half ;'-(

i absolutely love this headcanon like???

COME ON konig being all like "she's not even gonna look at you. lieutenant." and simon, just like the snarky shit he's just fucking furious lmao BUT YET SO CALM OUTSIDE!

he's trying to get your attention like a cat:/ wandering around until you'd spot him, making your life easier, which, on the other hand, makes könig mad. how dare you?

könig probably wants you to take more days off tbh when he feels insecure about his spot in your life. he fears no man, but ghost and his attiude... makes him feel uneasy, I'd say.

especially when he knows ghost feels more for you; if he wanted only sex, he could share you if you'd be into a threesome. but he knows he wants to take you away.

[pettyprocrastination]

Two Phantoms

Pairing: Simon Riley x Female Reader

Summary: Simon sees a familiar face that doesn’t recognize him back. Kid!fic warning for those who do not enjoy them. 

Warning: nothing explicit but vague descriptions of violence, sex, and PTSD.

Word count: 1.2k

Authors note: This is purely a word vomit i did last night at 2am while thinking about Simon not being recognized by certain members of the 141 since they dont know what he actually looks like (ignoring the MW2 canon where he shows his face to them all) but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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     There’s a struggle in the shift. Going from being Lieutenant of the 141 to being a civilian. From hunting down arms dealers through rain forests and balmy deserts while ignoring the pain in his body and ringing in his ears at the gunfire around him to stepping off of a plane at the Manchester airport and hailing a taxi. To go from a masked monster to a man who hails a taxi in the pouring rain and ignores the driver’s attempt at conversation, shoulders curling in so he can fit his bulk into the backseat with his bag on his lap.

     Going from Ghost to what remains of Simon Riley. 

     There’s no reason to wear a mask in public anymore. Nobody knows him. The spot he’s picked an apartment in is empty of those who remember little Simon and his brother Tommy, nor the tragedy that befell the family. They only know the man who doesn’t speak and only stays in his own apartment every few months but offers his neighbors a terse nod each time he catches their gaze in the hall. 

     If anything a mask would draw more attention to him in public. Nobody bats an eye at the tall man with dark eyes in the fruit aisle of the supermarket.

     Which is why when you see your Lieutenant in public you walk right by him without a second glance in his direction while he remains frozen in place. He isn’t sure why it's shocking to him. You get leave just the same as him. You have a home to return to, a life outside of the blood and shit of the missions where you take his orders with ease, where you leave your fatigues to wear a comfortable pair of jeans and a hoodie with a bleach stain on the back.

       Simon hasn’t seen it before. He knows it exists. That you exist outside of the 141, outside of him. A place where you don’t follow his command in the heat of gunfire and slip into his cot the night after when neither of you can sleep to find solace in each others arms and the marks he leaves on you. 

     But now he’s witnessed it with his own two eyes. In the form of two boxes of pancake mix in your shopping trolley and the sleeping baby in your arms as you try to decide between orange juice brands.

     “Quality is going to shit everywhere, isn’t it bubs?” 

     Simon is staring. He knows it but can’t look away. 

     It’s a duality he knows everybody has. He’s aware that Johnny goes home to Glasgow to visit his brother and gaggle of nieces and nephews that no doubt shriek with joy and hang of his arms every time he visits, asking a myriad of questions that the man answers with patience and kindness one only reserves for children. He knows that Gaz goes home to a small apartment and a girl two semesters away from getting her masters in psychology that Simon doesn’t know the name of but can tell from the way he tries to hide his smile that she’s important to him. Price goes back to an office where he goes over reports and budget plans in a chair that makes his back ache and knees pop every time he stands from it before driving to a house that was once filled with the raucous that can only be made by 15 year old boys that have since graduated college and only call him when its Christmas or his birthday. 

     It’s different to see. To set his eyes on the little curls on your child's head (is it your child? Maybe you're babysitting, a godchild perhaps? Nephew? He knows you aren’t married. There’s an absence of a wedding band nor the tan line that would come from the removal of one in all the years he’s known you.) and to witness the same hand he’s seen sink KA-Bar into the chest of an enemy move up and down, up and down on the little ones back while their fingers curled and uncurled into the fabric of your hoodie like a cat kneading a pillow. 

     Logic knocks in the back of his head when he realizes time has passed since he first saw you. And that if you didn’t recognize him then you definitely won’t recognize him when you turn around and realize he’s been staring at you and your baby without moving for a solid seven minutes in the middle of the juice aisle. 

     Just as his foot shifts to turn and pull him away from this peek into your life that he didn't know existed,  the little one in your arm stirs. A soft whine curls in the back of their throat as their chubby face scrunches up and eyes crack open to latch onto the man watching them back. 

     You still haven’t noticed him. You're far too busy swaying from side to side to keep the baby in your arms calm and checking a carton of eggs for cracks to see the man behind you that is now locked into what feels like a staring contest with an infant. 

     “It’s alright Sam.” Your voice, even when talking to a baby, has a dry clip to it that he knows so well. The same curl in ‘sir’ when he’s pissed you off and the rasp of your laugh at a dingey bar under Soap’s arm. “I’m almost done, okay? Then we can go back home and take a nice long nap.” 

     Sam babbles behind his pacifier and wiggles in your arms. 

     “Yeah, you and me both, little man.” 

     Brown eyes stare into his own from over your shoulder without shame or abandon. 

     He looks like you. 

     But even without your fatigues and your weapon, you’re still a soldier. They all are. 

     You feel it, his eyes on you like a soft tug in the back of your head. Your sister calls it paranoia, her husband says PTSD. 

     You aren’t sure which is better. But when you turn around you see a man standing behind you, an empty basket in his hand and sad eyes sinking into your form. 

     Sam whines. 

     You can feel the thread of recognition between your fingertips as you look at him if only for a moment, a split second of staring into his eyes and grasping for some memory from high school or perhaps a date years passed that never turned into a second because you were overseas, just barely able to feel the fraying strings in your hand before its gone. 

     “Sorry-” 

     Your sister says you get stuck in your own head too much anyways. 

     “-Didn’t mean to block the aisle.” 

     He should say something. Some small reassurance that it’s no problem or he didn’t mind waiting, but he just nods his head once and watches as the woman he’s been through hell with walks away from him without a flicker of realization of who you're talking to. 

     Sam watches him over your shoulder and raises one little hand out toward him, before wiggling it back and forth in goodbye. 

     Simon waves back as you turn into the cleaning aisle and vanish from his line of sight.