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cutiecusp · 1 day

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There's more to love than the physical.

#rogue x gambit #romy #OUR romy #home and harbor #i love them #i want this as a bookmark

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cutiecusp · 1 day

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Gambit is fine. He and Rogue get married in the comics.

Gambit is fine. He and Rogue get married in the-

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cutiecusp · 2 days

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“Miss Rhode Island, please describe your idea of a perfect date.”

“That's a tough one. I'd have to say April 25th. Because it's not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket.”

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cutiecusp · 2 days

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@xoxunhinged is KILLING IT! Please show her some love x

☾ VICE ☽

Chapter 2: Bruises and blood

Simon Riley x You x König

References to injuries and blood | MDNI ta

A fly buzzes pointlessly against the frosted window of the consultation room. You watch it’s wings humming with frustration, as again and again it smashes itself against the glass.

The morning in clinic has passed in a blur of sprained ankles and broken noses. Mainly new recruits, either overstretching themselves running drills or fighting for dominance like young wolves in a pack.

Carefully, you wipe over the surfaces with disinfectant, boredom licking at the repetitive action. Then you sink back down in front of your computer and start updating the patient records, typing steadily with a rattle of ancient keys.

Everyday is the same, only the soldiers coming in and out of the ambulatory clinic differ. Sometimes you ask them about their lives, mainly to distract them and yourself, occasionally you get what Simon refers to as a ‘talker’, which is a person that thinks the sound of their own voice is far more important than your own.

You smile slightly, thinking of the cutting ways Simon deals with ‘talkers’ whenever you both encounter them together. His bluntness is always well timed, a stern look alongside it to tell them they are going to let his wife speak now.

He’ll be home again in a month. You can’t wait, counting down the days on the calendar hanging in the kitchen. The date his flight lands is highlighted with little heart doodles. Maybe you’ll do something special? New lingerie or his favourite meal? Simon loves his food, but more often than not it’s you he wants to feast on in any event.

More dinners have gone untouched, ruined on the counter while he dragged you caveman-like to the bed. He doesn’t ever pay much attention to what you wear, infinitely preferring what’s underneath the lacy bra. It bothers you just a little bit, that he never comments on your carefully curated collection of slutty knickers.

There’s a soft knock on the door and your clattering on the keyboard ceases. Damn it, you were just considering what to have for lunch.

“Come in!” You call, hoping whoever’s out there can hear you and that it will be quick.

It opens and a hulking figure slides inside. The man in front of you is holding one hand awkwardly, knuckles bloody and covered in purpling bruises. There are streaks of crimson decorating his fatigues directly below his chin, the bridge of his nose swelling with dried flakes of red flecked across his lips.

You raise one eyebrow as his stare darts into your face. He’s so tall his head almost seems to scrape the ceiling, built like a bull across his shoulders with his stature tapering down into a lean waist, black camo trousers coated in dust. He looks an utter mess, but there’s something haughty about it, like he’s proud of himself.

“Fight?” You ask him, as silently he sits down on the gurney and examines the swollen top of one hand. The man glances at you, eyes so dazzlingly blue, surrounded by thick dark lashes and framed by heavy lids. He tilts his head, blinking softly like he’s looking into sunlight.

“Ja nurse. Patch me up Danke?”

You scowl at him.

“I’m not a nurse, I’m a doctor. Also I need your name and service number please.”

He grins, showing teeth stained with red, canines verging on being overly pronounced. It gives him a slightly savage look, like he wants to eat you up in one bite.

“König, I can tell you my JaKdo service number Schatz, but I’m here as a contractor.”

You give him a jerk of your head and then he rattles off the digits and you skim read his records. Unsurprisingly König isn’t his real name.

“What kind of nickname is König?

You start pulling wads of cotton balls and antiseptic out of drawers, while he clenches and unclenches his fist gingerly.

“An Austrian one.” König looks at you like you’re deeply intriguing to him, a puzzle waiting to be unpicked. You ignore his eyes and start laying out swabs in a neat line.

“Tell me your name Schatz?”

“It’s Doctor, not Schatz.” You snap back, taking his damaged hand in yours and examining it. His little finger has been dislocated, but whoever he hit undoubtably came off worse, his fists are massive, covered in scars and brutalised.

“This needs x-raying. You’ll have to go to hospital for that, I’ll relocate your finger and strap it up for you.”

“Nein.”

“Yes.” You reply firmly, as he lets out a low hiss at the touch of the alcohol swab on the cuts.

“I don’t know where the hospital is my little Doktor.” König’s voice has a strange teasing edge to it, the lilting sound of his accent playing over the words.

“You’re a big guy, I’m sure you can find it if I give you directions.” You hold his face gently and examine his nose, wiping away the iron crusted over his skin with damp swabs. As you turn his jaw from side to side, his baby blues follow you closely, never leaving your features.

“What was the fight about?” It’s a mindless question, one you don’t really want to know the answer to, just an attempt to fill the silence.

“I don’t know Doktor.” König shrugs as you press your fingers into the planes of his cheeks feeling for breaks. No other injuries stand out on his stern visage, apart from his nose that needs ice.

“How do you not know? Looks like it was a nasty one?” You glance into his gaze truly for the first time, close together so you can feel his exhales span across your neck. His lips part slightly and he runs a broad tongue across them.

“I did not start the argument, I just finished it.” He states evasively.

You roll your eyes at him and he chuckles, while you step back and prepare to relocate his finger.

“This will hurt, deep breath.”

König smiles slightly again, then does as he’s told, barely even flinching when the finger pops back into place. You finish your work in silence, cleaning him up, while he hums an unfamiliar tune under his breath.

“You didn’t tell me your name Schatz?”

He’s eyeing you again with that sultry expression, trying to clean the blood off his teeth with a grimy finger. You hand him a clean piece of gauze to use instead.

“Why do you want my name?” You start packing up the pink stained pads.

“Because you are very lovely and you fixed my finger.” He replies simply.

“I’m married pal.”

Without hesitation he grabs your left hand and examines the ring on your third finger like he doesn’t believe it. Then he squeezes your palm lightly and puts it on his lap.

“To who? Not an idiot recruit surely?”

“None of your business!” The words are snappy, because you’re done with this odd, one sided flirtation.

“I will make it my business to find out if you don’t tell me.” He states warningly, now thumbing your wedding ring with a rough pad. You snatch your hand away and stalk over to the medical waste bin, König’s laughter following your progress across the linoleum floor.

“I’m not teasing little doctor. I can find out who your husband is.” He pauses on his way to the door, leaning against the wall as you huff around the room.

“Maybe you will soon be a widow huh? Would you let me take you out, if I took care of him for you?”

“Good luck with that.” You respond tartly, thinking of Simon’s expressive savagery in defending his loved ones. He once nearly knocked a blokes teeth out for looking at you the wrong way in a pub.

König ambles towards the exit. Hastily you grab a leaflet with directions to the nearest hospital and shove it into his chest.

“Go and get that x-ray please.”

“Are you bossy like this in the bedroom too?” He beams down at you avidly.

“Get out!” You shove him backwards, scowling with annoyance as your face heats up. It’s not your usual bedside manner, but he’s almost as annoying as that fly still buzzing around the ceiling.

“Danke Schatz, for the care and the conversation.”

“Just doing my job!”

You hear him laughing again to himself all the way down the corridor.

At home in the evening light, you cross off another day.

Just under a month until Simon is back.

@captainsarcasmandsass @cutiecusp @dustycrusty09 @xxshadowbabexx @pxssygxblin @sigrid666

#xoxunhinged #☾ VICE ☽#konig x you #konig x reader #konig headcanons #konig #cheating fic

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cutiecusp · 2 days

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Something borrowed, Something blue.

Part two to Something old, something new.

You and John Price have a history, one you miss terribly, will he be able to convince you to leave your groom at the altar for him?

TW. Slight suggestive smut, didn't realise it will be as long as it was, so there will be a part three!!! MDNI, kissing.

You feel the energy crackle around the room as John leant in, you could smell faint cigar smoke and a peppermint he must have eaten on the way in.

Your eyes meet his deep blue ones, and you step back cautiously. This was the secret answer to your prayers, but you couldn't believe this was real.

"John, I.. we can't." You press your hands against his chest, your diamond ring from another man glistening in the light, hoping to push him away. Someone had to take the mature approach and stop it, and you had to ignore the fire in your stomach as you touch him, but all he does is encircle his large hands around yours and pull you back in to him.

"I'm not running this time, love. I want you, and I want you to be mine. Work be damned." He lets out a breath and presses his lips over yours, silencing any doubts you had about his feelings for you.

He tasted like heaven, and you relaxed in his arms, as he took you into his arms and held you tightly, his tongue exploring yours as you both deepen the kiss. After a few heated moments, John pulls away reluctantly. His gaze bore into your soul, and you saw the need and desire in his eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that you belonged to him, and he belonged to you.

"Should have been wearing this dress for me." He says gruffly, gesturing to your white wedding gown. "You look like an angel." He adds. He leads in for another kiss, but you are interrupted by a knock at your door.

"You nearly ready sweetheart? Gotta take you to the church." Your father calls through the door.

Your shocked face looks at John's calm features.

"It's my dad, he will kill you if he found out you were here." You hiss, looking for a hiding place for him.

"C-coming dad!" You yell, unsure if you should even ready to face him. You push John out of the view of the door, and open it, your face flushed and your flowers long forgotten.

"You look beautiful, dove." Your father says, holding an arm out for you. You reluctantly take it, leaning on his frame for support. He looks at you, and you are reminded of how much your father knows about you.

"Now, as your dad, I have to ask... is it too late for you to change your mind.. only I thought I saw John's car, and I know-" he pauses, and looks at his daughters face, all doe eyed and pink cheeks.

"You've seen him already, haven't you." He asks quietly.

You nod, your heart falling to the floor. What were you thinking? Kissing John an hour before you were going to marry your fiance? Shame filled your features as you can't look your dad in the eye. You were a good person, but deep down, you knew you couldn't marry a man you didn't love.

"You still have feelings for John?" Your father asks softly, holding you a little closer, as if he doesn't want anyone hearing your conversation.

"Y-yes. Yes I do." You admit, and you open the door wider to reveal John standing in your hotel room. You unhook your arm from your father's, and stand next to John.

Your dad throws you his car keys.

"Borrow my car. Drive her someplace safe for the night, and I'll take your car to my house. Thankfully you wanted a small wedding, so there's only a few people that need to know today." Your dad turns to John.

"Keep her heart safe. She deserves a good man. I trust that's you. I always liked you, don't fuck this up." He warns in a mock serious manner.

John shakes your father's hand, and pulls you in close.

"I promise, Sir. Thank you."

Pocketing the car keys, John urges you to pack a bag, and hand in hand, you run to the car.

John opens the door for you, as you scramble to get in, your dress hindering your body as you squeeze in the seat.

"First thing I plan on doing is taking that dress off, love." John says with a grin.

"How do you fancy playing Mrs. Price for the night? Honeymoon included?" He winks at you as he peals out of the car park.

Wind in your hair, John's hand in yours, you never felt more alive.

"Lead the way, Mr. Price" you laugh as you drive off in search of a honeymoon suite.

"I'm already dressed for the occasion!"

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A/N I totally planned on there being smut, but thought this was a cool way to pause it.

@xoxunhinged @dustycrusty09

#call of duty #fanfiction #fanfic #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price mw2 #runaway bride

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cutiecusp · 2 days

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you're allowed to be proud of things that others would consider small you're allowed to be proud of eating food you're allowed to be proud of drinking water you're allowed to be proud of brushing your teeth you're allowed to be proud of washing your hair you're allowed to be proud of going outside you're allowed to be proud of having a conversation you're allowed to be proud of getting out of bed you're allowed to be proud of just surviving this long you're allowed to be proud of things that others would consider small

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cutiecusp · 2 days

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Writing part 2 now ❤️

Something old, something new.

I woke up to an idea of John Price crashing your wedding, or at least stealing a secret kiss before you married someone else. Not proofread, but I lowkey wanna write more.. let me know what you think?

Warning: cheating (a little kiss) pining.

A knock on the door startled you. You had your hair and makeup done, and you were waiting for your father to come and get you to the church.

You stand up and take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your ivory dress and picking up your bouquet. Once you deemed yourself appropriate, you took a deep breath and pulled opened the door.

"Hello, love." Came a familiar, gruff voice.

You take a step back, surprise and shock evident on your face.

"John?" You whisper in disbelief. "I thought you couldn't make it-"

He steps into the room, his broad shoulders taking up the doorway. His eyes find yours, and he gives you a soft smile.

"I couldn't let you marry 'im without seeing you one last time. You look beautiful, love." He admits.

He raises his hand to your face, his fingers lifting your chin so you couldn't look away from his intense eye contact.

"I couldn't bare to let you walk down the aisle without making sure it's what you really want." He pauses. "I know we have... history."

Your eyes flutter closed as his touch, you and John had been childhood sweethearts, but with the military taking him away repeatedly, you had broken it off and dated elsewhere.

"John, this isn't fair." You protest, pulling your body away from his.

"You had your chance... I'm supposed to be getting married in an hour.." Your grip on your bouquet becomes almost deathly, as your nervously wring your hands around the stems.

"I don't need an hour to change your mind. Just, grant me a favour, please sweetheart." His deep voice whispers in your ear, as his hands circle your waist.

"All I ask for, is one last, little goodbye kiss. That's all." He murmurs against your jaw.

Pulling back, he studies your face, looking for any signs that you don't want this as badly as he does. As you nod your approval, his lips softly press over yours, and the world goes still.

After all, it's one kiss... right? What could go wrong?

@xoxunhinged @misshugs @dustycrusty09

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cutiecusp · 2 days

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I miss drawing... @xoxunhinged 🖤❤️