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IRON SPIDER | Tony Stark Daughter! Reader (Part 2)

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(Y/n) (L/n)

That's what I had to be called there. (Y/n) (L/n). Miss (L/n). I felt like a part of me was taken away.

"I can just stay home right? I don't have to go." I asked my Dad, the field trip slip in front of us both on the table.

"I don't see why not. If you don't wanna go, you don't wanna go. You've seen and have better equipment than anything there." Dad argued and I nodded, agreeing with him but Pepper shook her head.

"No, I think she should go! It's good to have some school enrichment and this is the whole reason we sent her to school! So she actually socialises with people her own age and has some normal experiences!" Pepper argued and Dad raised a finger.

"First of all- you sent her to school -I wanted her to stay home. Second, she has friends now! She goes to school, Monday-Friday, isn't that enough socialising?" Dad argued back and I stood up to put my plate into the sink.

"I'd argue that it's more than enough socialising." I said and Dad nodded.

"It says that it's part of your lessons!" Pepper added and I frowned.

"I didn't go on "the field trip" the first time round! I did this whole course about 2 years ago when I was still being homeschooled by JARVIS!" I told them both and Pepper gave me a look.

"You're going." She said and I frowned before raising a finger but my dad beat me to it.

"Hold on. You're not the one that has to forge the signature of Mr (L/n)!" One look from Pepper made him look away from both of us. "You're going."

"You're such a suck up!"

"You'll be one when I ground you for that."

"Does that mean I won't be able to go then?"

"(Y/n)..."

"Switched teams faster than-"

"Stop- before you make me sound like my Dad. Just go tinker or something and don't forget to take this in the morning." He told me and I groaned.

★・・・・・・★

Early May, 2015

"(Y/n)! You made it!" Liz exclaimed and I smiled, letting her hug me.

"Yeah, Stepmom changed my dad's mind." I told her and she smiled.

"Well, I'm glad! It means I don't have to go on this trip without my bestfriend! Im gonna need you to explain everything to me!" She exclaimed and I smiled.

"What did you pack for lunch?" Liz asked me as soon as we got on the bus. First of all- bus. I saw Happy's car sat outside the school gates ready to follow me for the whole of today.

"Er- my lunchbox broke ages ago so I'm just- I'm just gonna buy something when I'm there." I made up. You had to bring your own lunch?!

"Did you not know you had to bring your own lunch?" Liz joked and I smiled back.

"I didn't read the letter- I didn't even know it existed until I pulled it out from the bottom of my bag last night. I think it was about to start growing mould-" she cut me off with her laughing and playfully shoved me.

"If there's no food there you can always share mine if you want." She offered and I genuinely smiled.

"Thanks." I nodded and watched as she put her head phones on with me copying her soon after.

The song I was listening to almost had me in a trance when I almost jumped out of my skin because of JARVIS randomly in my ear.

"You're approaching the sciencenter 160, please remember that I'm still accessible and security measures are still in place. You are safe, Miss Stark." I sighed in relief and didn't reply but I looked out to see Happy's car following right to the side of the bus. I decided to look away from the window and to the inside of the bus to see a boy in my class called Peter staring at me. He went wide eyed and quickly looked away. I looked back to the window with the song still on full blast in my ears.

★・・・・・・★

"I hope you don't mind bugs! Because there's a lot of them here!" I shivered at the thought and noticed I wasn't the only one so uncomfortable in my own skin right now. I felt like something was crawling on me already.

"Feel free to have your own look!" I heard the tour guide tell us and immediately we were all splitting up around the room.

"(Y/n)! We're going to look at these tarantulas, wanna come?" Liz asked.

"As exciting as that sounds- I'm gonna pass. I'm just going to have my own look for a moment- I'll meet up with you guys at lunch!" I told them and walked off to the furthest table where Happy was wearing a face mask and sunglasses to disguise himself as regular security. No one was around so I felt more comfortable.

"I've never been a big fan of bugs- actually is there something crawling on me right now because I feel infested." I told him and he chuckled.

"You're fine. It's just some bugs and they're contained."

"Don't invalidate my fears. It makes me feel like you don't care about me." I told him and he sighed.

"I'm not having this argument again. I've had it with you father, I've had it with you, I'm not having it again. This is the 5th time now, (Y/n). I wouldn't still be working for you if I didn't care." He told me and I raised my hands up in surrender.

"Wouldn't kill you to show it once in a while, happs." I told him, staring at a centipede.

"You might want these." He told me and handed me a pair of glasses that I originally thought were prototypes. I looked at him in surprise and he lifted his sunglasses up to wink and and pointed them at him and nodded.

"You're good."

"I've known you since the first day your father held you. Don't test me when it comes to knowing you Starks." He told me and I nodded putting the glasses on.

"Jarvis?" ......

"Hello Miss."

"Yay!" I cheered quietly. "Okay, talk to me. Tell me what everything is. Occupy me so I don't get too bored." I told him.

"Of course." He replied and I smiled again.

"It's like being at home!" I said quietly to myself.

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"If you go through this door, I believe you will find a more interesting exhibit." Jarvis told me and I walked in to see a bunch of old square TVs that were playing old insect documentaries and movies. Multiple facts about different bugs were being told me by multiple people and narrators.

"Even Howard Stark said spiders were-"

"Hey-" I jumped out my skin to turn around and see Peter.

"Oh my god- you scared the shit out of me. Hey." I told him and he looked at me like he'd realised he don't something horrible to me.

"Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" He was a little scrawny kid that was only a bit taller than me who I raised a hand to in order to get him to stop talking.

"Don't worry about it..." I told him and looked back the screen with my grandfather on who was holding a tarantula. I cringed and Peter looked at the same screen as me.

"He was an amazing mind- I mean he died before I was born but.... I don't really like bugs that much." He rambled and stumbled through his words and I genuinely laughed, softly but it did get a laugh out of me.

"It's okay, Pete. I don't really like bugs either."

"Pete?"

"Oh... do you not like being called that?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No, I'm okay with being called it- I just- I- no one's really gave me that nickname before." He told me and I raised my eyebrows.

"Do you want me to just call you Peter?" I asked and he shook his head again.

"No! You can call me whatever you want- I mean I think this is the first time I've actually spoke to you- I just- Uhm- I just thought you'd call me penis Parker or something like that." He told me and I almost frowned.

"Who calls you Penis Parker?!" I almost laughed. Penis Parker! "Who made that one up then?" I shook my head and a genuine smile came into his face.

"Flash but it's been picked up quite quickly."

"I must be out the loop then- ow!" I hissed as I felt a prick and looked down to see a big-ish spider on my hand. My eyes widened and I gasped starting to freak out. "Oh my god!" I said quickly.

"Oh!" Peter quickly gasped looking at it,

"Get it off! Get it off!" I quickly pleased shaking my hand and Peter without thinking picked it up by the leg and then tried to shake it off to which I landed on the floor and I quickly stamped on it, repeatedly before kicking it under the table.

"I'm burning these shoes!" I said, disgustedly.

"What if that spider was important!" Peter quickly gasped out and I tilted my head.

"Well it's not anymore. We should probably go- that thing bit me!" I told him and he looked at my hand quickly, I missed how he hid his hand from me and his wide eyes somehow became wider.

"It's just a spider-" he began to ramble again and I chuckled walking past him and gesturing him to follow me out to which he did.

★・・・・・・★

"Oh shit..." I said looking at the canteen and noticing the cafeteria was shut. Peter looked at me concerned.

"What's wrong?" He asked and I sighed.

"Nothing I just realised I have no lunch now. It's fine, I'll just get something later." I told him and almost went to walk off.

"You can share mine if you want? I ordered the bigger one today by accident and I didn't want to tell them I was wrong so we can split it if you want." Peter told me and I smiled but shook my head.

"Don't worry Pete. I'll just pick something up when I get home." I told him and he smiled.

"If you want any, just ask." He told me. I noticed that we were some of the first few in the cafeteria so I sat down with him.

"Who are you waiting for?" I asked Peter as he brought his sandwich out his bag.

"Ned! Ned Leeds- he's kind of my best friend... only friend." Peter told me and I smiled.

"I get it. Liz is like my best friend. I didn't have many friends before I came here." I told him and he nodded.

"Where are you from?" He asked, sand which stuffed in his mouth and I smiled.

"Miami." I told him and he went wide eyed.

"Miami?!" He repeated and I smiled.

"Miami.... It was a big move but we were kind of going to and from anyway." I lied and he nodded.

"Where do you live now?- Not in a creepy way!" I chuckled a bit at his franticness.

"Manhattan... I have an apartment in one of the towers." I said and he nodded.

"Like the Avengers' Tower?!" He said shocked like he had just discovered something and I laughed.

"Yes because I'm obviously (Y/n) Stark." I told him and he smiled in amusement.

"Nice try... I live in Queens. I have an apartment too." He told me and I smiled, it went silent after that.

"Want a bite?" Peter asked and I looked at him quizzically before nodding.

"Okay..." He gestured to the other half and I tried a bite. It was surprisingly good. "Oh wow... that's actually better than I was expecting." I told him and he smiled. Cheeks full of food.

"Delamar's! Best sandwiches in Queens!" He said, enthusiastically and I chuckled.

"I can see that now." I told him and saw Liz and that walking in. "My friends have just come in- I'm gonna go join them but it's been nice to talk to you, Pete." I told him and went to walk away.

"Hey!- Do you want the rest of my sandwich?! I'm not that hungry- honestly!" He offered.

"Are you sure? I'll just get myself something on my way home." I told him and he nodded.

"Take it! I mean- if you want to of course!" He told me and I smiled.

"Thanks, Pete. I'll see you after the break." I said, taking the half I had bit into and walked away.

★・・・・・・★

"Hey princess, how was the- the science place?" Dad asked and I made a face.

"Full of bugs! A spider even bit me and I had no lunch because I didn't pack one and there was nowhere to buy anything from. I'm lucky someone offered me half of their sandwich they didn't want." I ranted straight away, dumping my bag and kicking my shoes off- not literally because I always kept them in this one place. "I didn't even wanna go in the first place." I told him and I didn't look at him but I could feel his guilty expression staring at me.

"I'm sorry, honey. I never would've signed if I knew it would've been so bad for you." Dad told me and I pulled open the fridge to get a drink and a snack because all I had ate from 7am-6pm was half a sandwich.

"Yeah well, Pepper told you to do it so you obviously folded." I snapped before storming off to my room.

"Oh come on, honey, don't do this to me. Y'know you come first- Hey! Don't slam your door! You know how this goes from me being calm to you getting grounded when that happens!" He told me and I groaned before shutting my door normally and then shoving it hard when it got to the latch. Not enough to slam but enough to get my way.

★・・・・・・★

Tony sighed and closed his eyes before tilting his head up. He hadn't moved from where he was on the couch but he knew he had to soon.

"Miss Stark is quite upset. I have asked her if she'd like me to call you in and she said no but my protocols override this request." Jarvis announced to Tony who didn't open his eyes.

"Is she crying?" He asked, simply.

"Yes."

Tony stood up and and made his way to his daughter's room. Opening the door to see her laying down on her bed and facing away from the door. Tony sat down on the end of the bed near her head as she stopped her crying and refused to look at him.

"You all good?" He asked her and she nodded.

"Yeah." She said in a small voice.

"Really? Because this doesn't look all good to me." He told her and she shook her head this time letting more tears flow out. Tony just moved her closer and in turn she placed her head on the side of his lap and his hands began to run through her hair.

"It's not been your day, huh? Been there. Except mine was to do with this expo in 1998-" Tony started and (Y/n) chuckled a little. "- I mean she everywhere! I didn't know what she was saying or showing me-" He continued and (Y/n) leaned up to actually look at him. "All good?" He asked and she nodded.

"All good." She repeated and he brought her in for a hug.

"What's really bothering you?" He asked and she leaned into him. Staying quiet for a moment. "I know you're not just upset because you didn't have any food." He told her and she stayed still.

"I- I don't know. I guess I just feel out of place. I'm too young to blend in with all of you at home and I'm not used to anything at school. Y'know how embarrassing it is to not understand that you have to wait in line at a shop for the register? I do. It's very!" She vented and Tony sighed before making her move to siting up so he could actually hug her.

"I don't know what to tell you. You don't experience anything a normal kid would and you never have. You've been walking red carpets since you learned to walk and been kept at home for all your life. Y'know I'm realising that I just said I don't know what to tell you and I just told you something- anyway I'm saying it's my fault. It's my error. I should've done more to stop this from happening. I probably should've sent you to school earlier as well. Looking back there's a lot I could've done." Tony rambled a little and (Y/n) tried drying the rest of her tears with her sleeve.

"I'm scared as well." She added and he frowned.

"Of what?"

"You getting called to go be IronMan and you not coming back. I have this fear when I go to school that it will happen." She told him and he held her a bit tighter.

"That's what you said after New York too. Then it got worse after Miami where you couldn't sleep or be in a different room to me. Honey, you had to go to school in order to help with that. Can't live with this separation anxiety forever because it will eat you up and I can't be here forever so you've got to learn how to live without me too." Tony told her and she shook her head.

"I don't want to." She stubbornly said and Tony chuckled.

"I didn't want to know how to live without my parents either." He admitted before looking at her and she looked at him confused. "Listen, kid. Heres what we're gonna do. You're not going to focus on that. We're gonna go downstairs- get in the car, get food, get ice cream and then we're gonna put Lilo and Stitch on and whoever can remember the most lines gets to choose the next movie night. Deal?" He asked and held his hand out for her to shake. She shook it and nodded.

"Deal."

"Good. No more tears. I'm serious!" He 'reprimanded' jokingly and she laughed following him out her room.

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superyum · 4 days

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I can feel it.

Someone’s going to send in requests.

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soaps-mohawk · 3 months

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 5: What I Want

Summary: You begin your training with Ghost, but not everything goes as smoothly as you'd hoped. At least you're learning how to want things, and that it won't kill you if you ask for them.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader, some Ghost x Soap

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, oral sex, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, suggestive content, language, brief violence, reader has a breakdown

A/N: I know I was supposed to rest, but I couldn't help myself. I just had to get this one done. I was feeling it. We're finally getting into the good stuff here. Things will kind of pick up after this part, so I'm really looking forward for that.

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You tug nervously at your sleeve, feeling exactly as you did when you had to sit in the director’s office at The Institute. Only, you never got in trouble there. You had never been summoned because you misbehaved. You made it a point not to get into trouble, avoiding it at all costs.

You’ve been here just over a week and you’ve already messed up.

Price is staring at you across his desk, leaning on his elbows as his blue eyes bore into you. You’re not staring at Price, you think. No, you’ve come face to face with The Captain. He’s angry, though you can’t be entirely sure. You’ve never seen him truly angry. You’re waiting on the reprimanding, the punishment, for him to tell you they’re sending you back because you’re too much trouble.

“I want you to tell me exactly what happened.”

You flinch at his voice, half expecting him to start shouting but he sounds almost calm. There’s a strain to his voice, like he’s restraining himself. He’s doing it for your sake, you think.

“Ghost and I were walking back from the mess when one of the alphas called out to me. He...he asked if I was going to go spread my legs for ‘that freak’ and he said he could offer me a better time.” You swallow thickly, Price’s shoulders tensing just slightly. “I don’t know what happened...I just suddenly felt so angry and it’s like I lost control of myself and I went up to him and he asked if I was gonna take him up on his offer and that he’d like to bend me over and stare at my sweet ass all night...and then I hit him, sir.”

“Good.”

You look up at Price in surprise at his answer, your eyes widening a bit. “S-sorry, sir?”

“I have little tolerance for alphas that think it’s alright to speak crudely to omegas, especially those they were explicitly told to let be. You saved me a lot of paperwork today. Simon would have done a lot worse had you not gotten to him first.” He moves the papers on his desk aside, holding out his hand. “Let me see.”

You stare at his hand for a moment before you realize he’s talking about your hand. You push your sleeve up, putting your hand in his. Your knuckles have swollen a bit and bruised, tender to the touch as he runs his thumb over them.

“Simon told me you asked him to teach you to fight.” He says, closing his fingers around your hand.

“Well, not so much fight, sir.” You say, staring at your hands. “Maybe just how to throw a decent punch.”

“I’d say the one you threw today was at least half-decent. Corporal Allen is sporting quite the bruise on his face.” The corner of his lips lift in a smile. “You won’t have to worry about him anymore. He’ll be properly dealt with and they’ll all be receiving a lecture on proper base etiquette.”

“So...am I in trouble, sir?” You ask, pulling your hand back slowly as he releases it.

“No, you were simply defending yourself after Corporal Allen made a pass at you. Just don’t make it a habit of going around punching alphas.” He smiles.

“I’ll try not to, sir.” You say, relieved that you weren’t about to get punished for your mistake.

“Go on.” He nods towards the door. “I’m sure the boys are waiting for you.”

“Thank you, sir.” You say, standing up from your chair, heading towards the door.

Price leans back in his chair as the door closes, the sweet scent of caramel and strawberries still permeating his office. He breathes it in for a moment before pulling out his phone, scrolling through the contacts.

“You’ll be delighted to hear our girl punched an alpha in the face today.” He says once the other line picks up.

“She did what?” Laswell asks, genuine surprise in her tone.

“One of the Corporals made a pass at her, and she left quite the bruise on his cheek. She’s turning into quite the spitfire.”

“I told you she would fit right in. Underneath all that institute-taught BS there’s quite the personality. How is she settling in?”

“She’s softening up to the betas already. Still a bit fidgety, but she’s found a way to get Simon to warm up to her.”

“Oh? How so?”

“She asked him to teach her to fight.” Price grins.

Laswell chuckles. “I told you she’s smart. Just make sure he’s gentle with her.”

“Don't worry, I reminded him to go easy on her. I think it will be good for both of them. Some forced proximity will be good for Simon and she’ll get to learn a few things that could be helpful.”

“So long as she doesn’t go around trying to fight more alphas.”

“She’s already promised not to. The Corporal got off easy. I can only imagine what Simon might have done to him.”

“I’m glad to hear things are going well, John. I worry about her sometimes, but I know you boys will take good care of her.”

“We’re doing our best.”

“If you ever need anything, you know you can call.”

“I know. I’ll keep you updated as her heat gets closer.”

“Good. I’d hate to have to file that paperwork.”

Price grimaces. “I know. I hope you don’t have to.”

You’re tying your shoes as the knock sounds on the door. You’re not sure how they manage to do it, always seeming to catch you at the perfect moment. You’re glad Kate thought to get you some more active-wear type clothing, though perhaps she expected you’d be getting involved in their training or at least start a bit of your own once you arrived, just as she had thought to get you outdoorsy clothes too.

You open the door, staring up at the hulking form of Ghost.

“Come on.” He grunts, turning on his heel to walk down the hallway.

You quickly close your door, hurrying after him. Not much has changed since your request for him to train you, though you didn’t really expect it to. Not at first, at least. You still have to prove yourself to him. Simply existing and getting involved in their lives would not be enough.

He escorts you to the gym, a building you haven’t been in yet. There’s a few soldiers milling around, most of them in the weight room. There’s a pool across from the weight room, for more than just swimming, you think. Your father had talked about his own water survival training. You can only imagine the kind of water training they go through.

Ghost leads you towards the back of the gym, unlocking a door near the exit. It’s set up not unlike a dojo, mats on the floor and punching bags and other training equipment along the walls. Ghost empties his pockets, setting his things on a bench before removing his sweatshirt.

You can’t help but stare, only ever having seen him in long sleeves. His muscles bulge beneath his t-shirt, the first bit of skin revealed to you besides his neck, chin, and hands. Your eyes are drawn to his arms, taking in the sheer size of them.

Tattoos.

He has a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. You have a desire to look at them closer, to trace each one but you wouldn’t dare. Not right now. You pull off your own sweatshirt, folding it and setting it on the bench, leaving you in just a t-shirt and your leggings.

You fail in your attempt not to stare as he walks towards the center of the mat in his t-shirt and sweatpants, swallowing nervously. He turns to face you, motioning for you to approach with two of his fingers. Your face warms as you hurry onto the mat, coming to stand in front of him.

“Let me see.” He says, holding out his hand.

You stare at it for a moment before your brain catches up, and you put your right hand into his. You ignore the feeling of his fingers wrapping around your hand, lifting it so he can inspect your still bruised knuckles.

“We’ll start with dodging.” He says, releasing your hand, taking a step back. “Let me see your stance.”

You part your feet a little, bringing your fists up to your face. His shoulders shake in a quiet huff of a laugh as he stares at you.

“You need to stagger your stance more.” He says, circling you. “Otherwise,” Hands push you from behind, and you nearly avoid face planting into the floor. “You’re too easy to knock over. The last thing you want is the fight to end up on the floor. You won’t be getting back up if you let your opponent overpower you that much. Again.” He motions to you.

You set up your stance again, widening your feet just a bit.

“Good.” He says, moving to stand in front of you. “These protect your face.” He says, hands wrapping around your wrists, raising your hands just a bit. “You get hit in the face...”

“I won’t be getting back up.” You finish for him.

You know most fights end up with both opponents on the ground. You’d watched your brothers wrestle and play fight enough to know that. You’re not here to learn how to win a fight, only how to protect yourself enough until you can find space to run.

You barely have time to stumble back as his fist swings at you, nearly losing your footing. “Hey! You could warn me first.”

“You think someone attacking you is going to warn you?” He asks.

He has a point.

“Use your legs.” He says as you set yourself up again. “Move side to side if you can instead of ducking under the punch, but if you have to, don’t let your eyes leave your opponent.”

You see this punch coming, ducking to your right to avoid getting hit.

“Good.” He says, repeating the motion with his left hand. “Stay focused.”

You continue with the same motion a few times, already starting to feel a bit fatigued. Running is one thing, but strength is another. Most omegas aren’t naturally strong, nor are they inclined to increase their strength. That’s what alphas and their packs are for. It’s not unheard of, though, for omegas to increase their physical strength. Perhaps you’ll need to consider looking into doing that as well.

Ghost takes a step back, letting you rest for a moment. You’re breathing heavily, though he’s hardly looking fatigued at all. He’s used to this, you remind yourself. He probably throws more punches in a day in the field than he’s thrown at you so far in 30 minutes.

“Now, let’s make it a bit more realistic.” He says, a low rumble at the edge of his voice.

A wave of scent hits you, your brain nearly short-circuiting. Fear pulses through you, ozone burning your nostrils. You stumble backwards, landing on your back on the mat. You’re breathing heavily, every cell in your body screaming at you to run or submit.

“That’s...that’s n-not fair!” You say, your hands trembling from the adrenaline coursing through you.

“Any alpha you fight is going to use every natural advantage they have over you.” Ghost says, stalking towards you. You can practically see it, the purebred alpha within him coming through. “You need to learn to protect yourself against them.”

“That's...that’s not possible.” You say, the edge of a whine detectable in your tone.

He kneels down over you, crowding into your space despite the souring of your scent. It doesn’t even seem to phase him as he forces you flat on your back, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head. You stare up at him, every fiber of your being screaming at you to bare your throat, submit, give in.

Don’t back down.

You push past the fear, the instincts screaming at you as you drive your knee up into his stomach. He lets out a grunt but it doesn’t phase him, his hand wrapping around your leg, using his sheer strength to flip you onto your stomach under him. He presses against you, body folding over yours. You resist the urge, the instinct to press back into him, to be a good omega.

“If an alpha gets you onto the floor...” He says, warm breath fanning your ear through his mask. “You won’t want to get back up.”

His face presses against your neck as he inhales deeply before he pushes himself up, grabbing the back of your shirt and hauling you to your feet as well. You’re shaking, your heart thumping in your chest. Your head feels fuzzy, your brain buzzing a bit. Your omega is confused, poised to strike but she’s not sure against who. Ghost isn’t a threat, and you know that, but he had just proved how easily he could be. Any of them could be, with a simple scent change and their sheer strength.

“Again.” He says, getting into a fighting stance.

“You can’t expect me to fight after that.” You say, your voice breathless.

“If you’re in a real fight, you won’t have much of a choice.” He says, the rumble still audible around his own voice.

He’s right. If someone is attacking you, it’s likely going to be to kill, or to try and take you from them. Your omega shifts uncomfortably as you raise your shaking hands to guard your face. You continue to dodge punches, hitting the ground more and more as you continue to get tired. You’re going to be sore, still feeling your hike through the woods a bit.

The door opens, giving you a moment to breathe. Soap enters, a grin on his face.

“Ah, the wee lass is still breathin’.” He says, leaning against the wall. “Came tae make sure ye hadnae killed ‘er.”

You can practically hear Ghost roll his eyes, his back turned to you as he says something to Soap. You can’t hear what it is, the ringing in your ears too loud. Your omega is still worked up, still poised to strike, more so now in your exhausted state. You push yourself off the floor, not having a moment to think things through before you’re throwing yourself at Ghost’s back.

He turns before you hit him, catching you and flipping you onto your back on the mat. You hit hard, the breath forced from your lungs at the impact.

“Christ, Simon!” Soap shouts, hurrying to your side. “Ye tryin’ tae break her, ye numpty?”

“Don’t do that again.” Ghost growls at you, stomping over to grab his things before leaving the room.

“Easy, hen.” Soap soothes you as you gasp for air, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder. “Be over before ye know it.”

Slowly the paralysis of your diaphragm begins to lessen, your stomach still aching but the air comes easier now. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight the tears. You’ve messed it up. One day and you’ve already done more damage than you would have had you not asked him to teach you to fight.

“Don’ worry, hen. He’s just worked up, that's all.” Soap says, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead.

“It’s his fault.” You murmur.

“Maybe, but yer scent...surprised you didn’t notice, hen.” Soap wiggles his brows.

Your face warms. You hadn’t noticed the uptick of muskiness in the room, the heady scent of arousal before now.

It’s not yours.

“Me?” You ask, letting Soap help you into a seated position.

Soap smirks. “It wasnae me that tented his breeks this time.”

Your face warms even more, your body feeling like it might explode.

“Come on, hen.” He says, slipping his hands under your arms to lift you to your feet. “There’s still time tae shower before breakfast.”

“I can assume you know why you were called in here sooner than our normal weekly meeting time.” Dr. Keller says as you sit in her office.

“Because I punched Corporal Allen.” You say with a wince.

Dr. Keller nods. “Indeed. I just want to make sure you’re feeling alright, after that. Getting into an altercation with an alpha can be tough.”

“I don’t think I’d call it an altercation.” You say quietly.

“Maybe not,” She says, shuffling her papers. “But standing up to an alpha can be daunting.”

“I wasn’t alone.” You shrug. “Ghost was there.”

“I saw both yours and Lieutenant Riley’s account of what happened. I’m wondering, would you have confronted him if you were alone?”

Her question makes you think for a moment. Would you have stopped? Would you have confronted him, much less punched him if you were alone, or even with one of the others? No, you likely would have ignored him and kept walking like you did with Gaz. You’d likely have gone straight to your room and cried a little out of embarrassment and disgust.

“No, ma’am.” You say quietly. “I don’t think so.”

Dr. Keller nods. “You’re aware of Lieutenant Riley’s status.”

You nod, a frown pulling at your brows. How did she figure it out? “Yes, ma’am.”

“I know because I have access to their medical records.” Dr. Keller says. “It’s required for statuses to be present in medical records since purebreds have to be treated differently, just as alphas, betas, and omegas have to be treated differently.”

You do know that. You know that an injured alpha can get defensive if they feel cornered. You know omegas can die from stress if they’re not taken care of correctly. You know betas can get overwhelmed by large groups of injured people all in the same place without proper training to filter out the scents of agony and suffering.

“I think you reacted to his scent.” Dr. Keller continues. “You mentioned feeling a sudden rush of uncontrollable anger. Do you remember smelling anything at that moment?”

You nod. “Ozone.”

She nods, the pieces beginning to come together in your own head. “I’m sure you’ve figured out how different purebred alpha’s are and how much more potent their scents are. Your own status makes you more susceptible to their scents and the changes in them. You were reacting to the change in his scent. Your omega sensed a threat, and took over for a moment to defend you. It’s a natural response in omegas towards those they see as protectors, or even packmates.”

Your eyes widen a bit at her words. Ghost is technically your packmate. He’s an alpha in your pack, but you’ve never considered that you see him as anything but. He has defended you, and he had defended you not long before your altercation with Corporal Allen. Had your omega begun to cling to him out of a sheer need for protection after something like what happened in the mess?

You would like Ghost to see you as more than just an omega in his pack, more than just Price’s omega. You know he’d never claim you, but you’d at least like to get onto friendly terms with him. Soap said it had taken proving himself before Ghost started to accept him. You’re hoping your time spent learning how to fight helps you prove yourself, that you’re not a threat or even a risk. That maybe you can be an acceptable omega for his pack.

“Aside from this incident, how are you settling in? How are things going with your new pack?”

“Fine, I guess.” You shrug, starting to pick at your sleeve again. “Ghost is teaching me to defend myself.”

“Oh? Does this have something to do with what happened with Corporal Allen? Or is there a different reason?” Dr. Keller asks.

“I mean, partially that but also, Ghost, he’s...hard to get along with.” You grimace. “I know that in relationships, a good way to bond with people is to get into their hobbies so you have something in common. Ghost...ghost speaks in violence and I think it would help ease some of my fears if I can at least defend myself.”

“I think this is a great idea. It allows for some bonding time between the two of you, and it can also be beneficial to ease your anxiety a bit. As long as you’re being careful and you don’t get hurt.” She says, giving you a pointed look.

You think back to Ghost flipping you onto your back on the mat, narrowly missing getting hit, how he’d pinned you down using his own scent against you. “He’s being careful.” You say, clearing your throat. “Price would put him through the ringer if something happened. Even just as an accident.”

“How are things going with Price?” She asks, writing something down.

You shrug. “Fine. He involved me in some training this past weekend. We hiked out to a watchtower and the others tried to follow my scent. We got to spend some time together while we waited.”

“Have you done much of that? Spending time together?” She asks.

You shake your head. “Not really. He’s...busy. A lot.”

“You should start making an effort to get to know him more.” Dr. Keller says. “It’ll make it easier once your heat hits if you’re familiar with him. Have you knelt for him yet?”

You shake your head again, not wanting to answer out loud.

“Why not?” She asks.

“He still hasn’t asked me to.” You murmur.

“Do you know why omegas kneel for their alphas?” She asks.

You nod. “It’s good for our brains and bodies. It helps relax us and soothes our omega, makes it easier to process stressful events and can prevent stress related diseases later in life.”

Dr. Keller nods. “Correct. It’s an important first step in building that bond between an alpha and an omega, when it’s done correctly.”

Bad alphas can use kneeling to control omegas, put them in certain mindsets, make them more subservient. You know this, you’d heard stories from your fellow omegas after watching their parents. That’s not kneeling. You never had the heart to tell them it was so much worse.

“Do you want to kneel for him?” She asks you.

That word again.

You do want to kneel for him. You’ve wanted to since this past Saturday in the watchtower. You’ve felt that urge, that drive to drop to your knees beside him and let yourself go, let him carry everything you’ve been feeling over the last week.

You nod slowly, ripping one of the strings off your sleeve. You’re fighting the tears, fighting the emotions welling up inside you. You can feel them building, pushing against your stomach and your chest, threatening to burst right out of your skin and leave you nothing but an empty carcass. You’re breathing has picked up, shaking a bit as you inhale deeply.

“Why haven’t you asked?” Dr. Keller asks, her brows furrowing as she stares at you.

“I don’t know how!” The words tear from your lips, almost echoing as they bounce off the walls like projectiles. You haven’t so much as raised your voice in years, much less to a person of authority, but you can’t stop. The dam has been breached. “Everyone keeps asking me what I want, but I don’t know how to want!” Tears cascade down your cheeks, your breaths coming in sharp gasps. You cover your face with your hands, muffling your sobs. “I’m not supposed to want.”

“Hey,” Dr. Keller’s voice is soft as she kneels in front of you, her hands trying to gently pry yours away from your face. “Who told you that?”

“That’s what we’re taught!” You hiccup, letting her pull your hands from your face. The tears are still falling, lips trembling as you sob. “We’re supposed to be good omegas. Obedient and serve our alphas. We don’t want anything, we’re only supposed to give.”

“Well that’s a load of bullshit if I’ve ever heard it.”

Dr. Keller’s words shock you into reality, your sobs halting with a sharp inhale. You stare at her, the tears still spilling from your eyes. Your hands are closed into fists, your sore knuckles aching from the strain.

“You’re an omega. It’s in your nature to want, to need. You can’t help your alpha if your own needs aren’t being met first. It’s okay to need things, to want things. Are there things you want?”

“Softer blankets. Fluffier pillows. A nightlight. Something to put on my walls. Strawberry scented body wash. Some goddamn authentic Mexican food.”

Dr. Keller chuckles lightly. “I can agree with you on that last one.” She squeezes your arms gently. “You’re allowed to ask for things. You’re not a soldier, and even they are allowed to have things of their own, comfort items, with them. It doesn’t have to be material things either that you ask for. I’m sure your pack would find a way to bend over backwards if you asked them.”

She’s right. The book says omegas can hold great power over the members of their packs if they try. A mix of playing their instincts and the right behavior and temperament can have betas and alphas wrapped around your finger. The idea of having such control over four powerful men makes your head spin.

“I want Soap to kiss me.” You blurt out, your face warming as you hastily wipe at your tears to hide.

“Oh?” Dr. Keller’s eyebrows raise as she looks at you. “This is a new development.”

“We...we almost did...a couple days ago.” You say, burying your face in your hands. “But I stopped it because I thought maybe Price...but then he said he didn’t care...”

Dr. Keller gently wraps her hands around your wrists, lowering your hands. “It’s okay to want that, and it’s okay to want to kneel for Price. I bet he’d be delighted if you asked him. I bet he was waiting because he didn't think you were ready for it yet.”

The calming beta scent washes over you, Dr. Keller projecting it to try and help you calm down. Your tears have stopped, your breathing starting to slow as the gentle almond scent goes straight to your brain.

“I’d like us to still meet for our regularly scheduled appointment this week, but I’m giving you an assignment to complete between then and now.” Dr. Keller says. “I want you to ask one of the members of your pack for one thing that you want. You can pick what it is, and who you ask, but I want to hear about it when I see you later this week, understood?”

You push back the nerves twisting in your stomach. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” She pushes herself up to stand. “You can stay here as long as you want. Just let me know when you’re ready to go back to the barracks. Take your time. You are my only patient.”

She grabs the paperwork off the couch before moving to her desk. You watch her for a moment before letting your eyes wander. You wipe at your face, your cheeks feeling puffy from your tears. You’re glad she’s giving you time to relax. The last thing you needed was to run into a member of your pack like this.

That’s not a conversation you want to have right now.

You take deep breaths, letting the beta scent permeating the air calm you down. You sink down further into the chair, letting it surround you. It’s soft, the cushions pressing around you like a hug. You wonder how she managed to get it in the hard, “function-above-all” world of the military. You wonder how she got most things in her office, or maybe if she’d brought them with her.

It was likely Kate’s doing, you think. The office space was made for an omega, set up to be as comforting as possible. Though, you don't doubt Dr. Keller would have argued her case for having these things fearlessly if she had to.

You stay in her office for a while, listening to the clacking of her keyboard as the soothing beta scent washes over you. Your eyes are still burning a bit as you force yourself out of the chair, out of the soft comfort you could spend days wrapped in.

“I’m ready to go now.” You say quietly.

“Okay.” Dr. Keller says, finishing what she was typing before she stands, grabbing her keys.

She locks the office behind you before you leave the medical center, pulling up your hood to protect you from the drizzling rain. You’re growing used to the perpetually grey skies and sudden rainstorms.

Dr. Keller squeezes your arm gently as you stop at the door to the barracks. “Remember what I told you. I’ll see you in a few days, alright?”

You nod. “Thank you.”

She smiles softly. “You did good today. I am proud of you.”

You slip into the door of the barracks as she makes her way back to the medical center, your shoes squeaking on the tile floors. You head back to your room, the silence in the barracks telling you they’re not back yet.

You kick off your shoes, pulling your damp sweatshirt off as you sit on the edge of your bed. You stare at your ruined sleeve, the seam split to the edge of the cuff now. You got the sweatshirt from one of your fellow omegas at the institute, and you’ve worn it almost every day since. It’s turned a bit raggedy, and your picking at it hasn’t helped any.

Ask for one thing that you want.

It would be easy to ask for a new sweatshirt. You’re sure if you asked Gaz, he’d give you the one right off his back. Everything you can think to ask for, they’d have to buy. If you asked Soap, he’d likely commandeer the closest vehicle and drive straight to town and buy you one in every color, even if he didn’t have permission to.

You could ask for something that’s not material.

Warmth floods your face as you think about it. How would you even ask? You can’t just ask directly. You could, but you might die of embarrassment if anyone heard you. There’s nothing to really be embarrassed about, but you can’t help it. It’s a bold thing to ask for, and you’re not sure you’re feeling quite so bold today.

You chew on your lip as the barrack door opens, their voices echoing down the hallway as they return from their morning training. They pass by your door, their own doors opening and closing. You get up, moving to stand in front of your own door, holding your breath. You could just step out, knock on his door and ask. He’s probably changing, though. You’d never get the words out if he thought it was one of the others and opened it half dressed.

You have to do it, though, before you lose your nerve. If you don’t do it now, you’ll never do it and you’ll have to tell Dr. Keller that you failed. You’re allowed to want things. It’s your nature to want things. It’s human nature to want things. There’s nothing wrong with having needs and wants.

You can want this.

You repeat it over and over as you slowly open your door, letting it close behind you. You smell the air, finding the trail of his scent. It disappears down the hall and around the corner towards the rec room. Your legs feel shaky as you follow it, your stomach twisting anxiously. You can want this. It’s okay to want this.

You turn the corner, finding him coming out of the rec room. He grins at you, eyes sparkling.

You want this.

“Hey, lass, was just lookin’ for ye. Are ye ready for lunch-”

His words cut off as you grab his face, standing on your toes to press your lips against his. He makes a surprised sound against your lips, his body tensing. It’s quick, only a couple seconds before you’re releasing him, taking a big step back. Your eyes are wide with shock, almost as wide as his. His lips are parted in surprise still, his shoulders tensed.

“Sorry.” You blurt out, your nerves only heightened. What if he hadn’t wanted it? “Sorry, I just...I wanted to do it and I wanted you to do it that day, but I’ve never had a real kiss before and I thought maybe Price would want to...but then he said he didn’t care-”

Your words cut off as he grips your chin, lifting your face so you’re looking at him. The tension has melted from his shoulders, the surprise gone from his face. His eyes are soft as they stare down at you, his thumb brushing your lower lip.

“I didnae know it was yer first kiss.” He says softly. “I wouldnae pushed it so far if I did.”

“It wasn’t technically my first kiss, I kissed another omega at the institute but I don’t really count it cause I did it for her.” You shrug. “I’ve regretted pulling away since that day and Dr. Keller said I should start learning to want things and she gave me the assignment of asking for one thing that I want before I see her again at the end of the week and I could have just asked for something simple but-”

Your words are cut off as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours again. It’s soft and sweet, his hand sliding from your chin to the back of your head, holding you against him. Your fingers grip his shirt, and you lift yourself onto your toes to press back against him as his lips move against yours.

His forehead presses against yours as he pulls away, your breaths mingling as you continue to hold each other. “Gaz will be upset he missed out.” He says quietly, lips tugging up in a smile as he squeezes your waist.

“He can kiss me later.” You say, pressing a quick kiss to his lips once more before pulling away. “After lunch.”

Soap chuckles quietly, slipping his hand into yours. “After lunch.”

You hesitate outside the door, shifting nervously on your feet. You could turn around and go back to bed, pretend like you hadn’t spent an hour convincing yourself to walk down here, like you haven’t been thinking about this all afternoon. You had already completed your assignment for the week. You’d kissed Soap, done something you wanted. You’ve fulfilled that desire, and it didn’t kill you. You hadn’t dropped dead afterward. If the others noticed, they didn’t say anything.

This isn’t a want.

You knock softly on the door, half tempted to turn and run and hide under your covers until you inevitably have to get up tomorrow.

“Come in.”

Your hand hesitates on the door handle for just a moment before you’re turning it, stepping into the office. He doesn’t look surprised to see you, though you suppose if nothing else, he had smelled you standing outside. The thought makes your cheeks warm in embarrassment. How long has he known you were standing out there?

“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” He asks, setting down his pen.

You shuffle nervously, clasping your hands in front of you. “I-I was wondering...I..um...” You take a deep breath. “I was wondering if I could kneel for you.”

You bite your lip as he stares at you, the words having come out fast, almost meshing into one long string of nonsense. His eyes darken just a bit, his scent thickening in the air.

“You want to kneel for me, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice low and rough.

You nod, shifting your weight again. “Yes, sir.”

“Grab a pillow.” He nods to the couch. “I won’t have you hurting yourself.”

You grab one of the pillows from the couch, wondering how often he’s slept in his office. How many nights he’s spent awake, pouring over files, his mind working too hard for him to find any rest. You set the pillow on the floor before kneeling down next to him, facing his desk. You shift until you’re comfortable, sitting back on your feet. You let out a long breath as your eyes slipped closed, your fingers twitching anxiously in your lap.

Price’s hand is gentle as it comes to rest on the top of your head. You relax into his touch as he strokes your hair, working his way down towards your neck. You force your mind to relax, easing away the desire to tense your shoulders, to draw them up around your ears. It’s pure natural instinct, one that will fade the more you practice, the more you bond with him. The more you trust him.

“Ready?” He asks, his voice sounding far away despite the fact you’re right next to him.

“Yes, sir.” You murmur, pressing your head into his hand.

His hand slips lower, curling around the back of your neck. You inhale sharply as he finally makes contact with the sensitive area. His hand is warm, the tension slowly easing from your body as he presses his thumb lightly into the side of your neck. The back of your brain begins to buzz, your mind slowly filling with static. You relax even further, your head bowing just slightly as you feel the weight of the last three months lifting off your shoulders.

All the emotions, all the fear, all the unknowns suddenly feel far away. All the apprehension and the anxiety are soothed to nothing as he holds you, the hand on your neck a firm reminder that you’re not alone in this anymore. You have an alpha now, a strong alpha that you can trust in, that will carry it all for you.

You don’t need to be stressed or afraid anymore. A warmth begins blossoming within you, spreading from your core out to your fingers and toes. You feel a bit dazed, but not in a bad way. You’re not afraid of the feeling, not with your alpha’s hand around the back of your neck keeping you safe.

You’re not sure how much time passes, how long you kneel there. It could be five minutes, it could be two hours. Price continues to go over his paperwork, his other hand steady on the back of your neck. It’s not until he’s done that he carefully pushes his seat back, kneeling on the floor next to you. He releases your neck, catching your body as it slumps over, drawing you against his chest.

“Easy, sweet girl.” He murmurs, pressing your face into his neck.

You’re shaking a bit, brain still dazed and flying as you breathe in his scent. Earthy, trees, petrichor. The warm muskiness of a content alpha. You made him smell like that. You invoked that scent.

“Feeling alright?” He murmurs into your hair, gently stroking your side as you begin to come back into your body.

You hum in affirmation, wrapping your arms around his neck. You haven’t been this close to him yet, not since the scenting and that was more of a formal closeness, a required closeness. This is because you want it.

“Don’t let me go.” You murmur into his neck, clinging to him tightly.

His arms tighten around you for a moment before he slips them under you, lifting you into his arms easily. He pushes himself from the floor, moving to sit on the couch with you on his lap. You let yourself go lax in his hold again, feeling calmer and more relaxed than you have in months. You feel safe in his arms, not that he would have let anything happen to you before.

You’ve always been safe, you think as you let your eyes drift closed again.

The water is hot as it runs down his back, contrasting the cool tile against his forehead. His eyes are closed, breaths slow and steady through his nose. He can’t get that damn scent of vanilla and sweet, sweet omega arousal out of his head. He drives his fist into the wall with a growl, cursing the blood rushing south.

He can’t forget the way you felt under him, pinned so easily and helpless beneath him. He hates the way his cock twitches at the thought of the pout on your lips as he’d swung at you, narrowly missing you too many times. The way you tried to jump him.

He lets out another frustrated growl, slamming his forehead into the tile. A hand presses against his bare back and he turns on his heel, hand wrapping around Johnny’s throat, slamming him back against the shower wall.

Jesus Christ, he’s going to kill the mutt one of these days.

“Easy, Lt.” Johnny rasps, not fazed at all by the alpha’s actions. His eyes flicker lower, to the hard cock standing at attention. “Bit worked up, eh?”

He lets Johnny go with a growl, stepping back under the water, turning it all the way to the right until it’s nearly freezing. He almost groans in frustration as the water shuts off completely, his eyes cracking open as Johnny’s hand trails up his chest.

“Easy, big guy. Let me help ye.”

Simon moves until his back is pressed against the tiles, eyes not leaving Johnny’s sapphire ones as the beta slowly kneels in front of him. Johnny’s hands trace over his hips, outlining scars both old and new. Johnny’s fingers finally reach his cock, wrapping around the thick length. Simon sighs in quiet relief as Johnny slowly pumps his length, their gazes still locked.

Simon stares down at Johnny through his blonde lashes as Johnny leans forward, dragging his tongue along his head. A low growl rumbles through his chest as the beta circles his tongue around his head, smearing precum on his chin. He’s painfully hard now, breaking his gaze as his head tilts back, eyes fluttering closed.

His fingers sink into Johnny’s mohawk as the beta takes his cock in his mouth. He breathes through his nose, relaxing his throat as Simon’s cock sinks deeper and deeper, Johnny’s hands closing around his hips to hold himself steady. Simon grips his hair tightly as he begins to move, bobbing his head along his length, his tongue pressing against the bottom of his cock.

Simon squeezes his eyes closed as an image comes to mind, a smaller hand fondling his balls. His hand wraps around the base of his cock as he imagines soft lips on his tip, Johnny’s tongue tracing the parts of him that you can’t fit yet as you take him in your mouth. The sweet whines that would be pulled from you as he choked you on his thick length, Johnny whispering sweet encouragements to you.

He can picture the two of you, you and Johnny with your tongues entwined, his cum stringing between your lips.

He growls, yanking Johnny off his cock and pinning him to the tile wall. Johnny’s lips are parted as he breathes heavily, eyes blown with lust as he stares up at his alpha. Simon’s hand tugs at his hair, tilting his head back to bear his throat. Johnny lets out a quiet moan as he sinks his teeth into the delicate skin, leaving a mark he’ll wear proudly for a few days.

“Turn around and bend over.” He growls to the beta, his cock still hard and throbbing.

“Sir, yes sir.” Johnny says, smirking wickedly as he slowly turns to face the wall.

Fucking christ, Simon groans. They’re going to be the death of him.

You’re going to be the death of him.

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early hours of the morning

summary: spending time with König before he leaves

note: No use of (Y/N). This is a part of my Crash series but this can be read as a standalone. Plus, there's no mention of the reader's gender, so this can be read as GN. warnings: Angst and Fluff

pairings: König x Reader

a/n: hey, sorry for being mia these past couple weeks. it's just been overwhelming for me. i actually wrote this based on what i experienced last week. um, hope y'all like it and thank you for reading. hopefully should get another work posted sometime this weekend.

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In another life, you would get to experience this every day. To have him in your arms, sleeping peacefully against your chest as you run your fingers through his red hair. In another life, you would have all the time in the world to count all of the freckles that’s scattered across his skin. You would have kissed them all too. In another life, your relationship wouldn’t be a secret. There wouldn’t be any sneaking around the hallways or hearts breaking as the other person leaves. You would have held his hand, no questions asked by others. Both of you could have a normal relationship and maybe, just maybe, would have married each other in the future. But instead, the man you fell in love with will be leaving by daybreak. All of the rescue missions were completed with success, so König and his team are no longer needed.

There was a going away party at the same bar everyone went to on the night of their first mission. The same one where both of you admitted that you liked each other. It seemed so far away but it really was just a few months. How quickly you fall for one other. And yet, you didn’t feel like celebrating. The pain in knowing that the person you love is leaving was too much to ignore for a night. König felt the same way, he didn’t have the energy in him to pretend that everything was okay.

After making some bullshit excuse to your captains, both of you watched the group drive away from the base. And it was just the two of you. In any other situation, you would have jumped for joy for having a night to yourselves but all you could do was walk into his arms and hug him tight, not wanting to let go.

His hold on you was firm but gentle, as always. Both of you stood in the kitchen, enjoying the embrace. König places a kiss on top of your head and lifts your face up. Your cheeks were hot and tear stained, you wouldn’t meet his eyes, because you knew it would break his heart. And it did. He couldn’t help but feel his own tears forming as well.

Walking hand in hand, both of you make way to his dorm. Once the door is closed, you begin to unbutton your pants as he takes off his, a familiar dance you do every time you spend the night with him. Keeping your shirts on, you climb into bed, König’s hands automatically flying to your thighs . You wrap your arms around his upper body, pulling yourself to his chest, taking in his scent.

Neither of you know how much time has passed in the dimly lit room and neither of you wanted to look at the alarm clock on his desk. The red numbers glare at them, a reminder of their dwindling time. But after a while, you lift your head up to gaze at him. His eyes were slightly red as he smiled at you. You watched as a single tear ran down his cheek. Sliding your hand onto the side of his face, you quickly wiped it away with your thumb

König mirrors your actions, wiping away your tears before pulling you to a kiss. It was heavenly. His lips are soft and plush, something that surprised you during the first time and all the times after, it still does. You melt into him, bringing him closer. But as you break away, your tears never stopped.

“I love you,” you whispered to him.

“I love you more,” he smiles back.

Neither of you slept that night but you continued your quiet confessions and kisses, not letting the other one lose from their grip, until the early hours of the morning.

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Miraculous ladybug

How to train your dragon (all spin-off shows)

The dragon Prince mysterys of Aaravos

Once upon a time

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Movies

Van helsing 2004

Hellboy 1 and 2

Labyrinth 1986

The MCU as a whole (Marvel cinematic universe)

Same with the DC universe

Avatar 1 and 2

Pirates of the Caribbean (all movies)

Games

Sally face

Call of duty

Skyrim

Legend of Zelda breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom

Assassins creed 2

Stardew valley

Books

Creepypasta

(Work in progress I’m reading a lot more recently so give it time any book suggestions are welcome.I’m a huge fantasy fan!!!)

Bands:

Ghost

David Bowie

Mcr

(I’ll add more here once my will to live dies again.)

Characters I will write for:

The umbrella academy:

Luther

Diego

Allison

Klaus

Five

Ben

Viktor

Lila

Marcus

Fei

Alphonso

Sloane

Jayme

Supernatural:

Sam

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Dean

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Castiel

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Lucifer

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

(I'm only on season 5 so if you want more characters let me know and I'll do my best!)

The walking dead:

Rick

Daryl

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Glenn

Maggie

Michonne

Negan

Carl

Rosita

Abraham

Ezekiel

Carol

Miraculous ladybug:

Marinette

Adrian

Luka

Julika

Nino

Alya

Chloé

Kim

Sabrina

Jagged stone

Meeting the kids jagged stone x fem!reader HC

Rose

Nathalie

How to train your dragon:

Hiccup

Astrid

Ruffnut

Tuffnut

Snotlout

Fishlegs

Heather

Eret

Dagur

The dragon Prince, mystery of Aaravos:

Callum

Rayla

Claudia

Viren

Soren

Janai

Aaravos

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 2

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt3

The sight of two stars Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

Nyx

Ibis

Amaya

Corvus

Gren

Terry

Zubeia

Once upon a time:

Emma Swan

Regina Mills (the ‘Evil’ queen)

Mr.Gold ( Rumpelstiltskin )

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow white)

Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones ( Captain hook)

David Nolan (Prince charming)

(work in progress)

Hazbin hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husk

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifer

Rosie

Vox

Velvett

Helluva boss:

Blitz

Blitzø x male!reader HC

Blitzø x Gn!Reader HC

Moxie

Millie

Loona

Van Helsing (2004):

Dracula

Aleera

Marishka

Verona

Gabriel Van helsing

Anna valerious

Velkan valerious

Carl

Hellboy 1 and 2 (live action 2004-2008 movies)

Hellboy

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Abe

Liz

John

Prince Nuada

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Princess nuala

Labrynth 1986

Jareth the goblin king

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Tony Stark

Dr, Stephan strange

Wanda

Bucky

Natasha

Nick Fury

Bruce banner

Steven Rodger

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Barry allen

Oliver Queen

Clark kent

Robin

Starfire

Raven

Cyborg

Beastboy

Joker

Harley

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

Avatar 1 and 2

Jake sulley

Naytiri

Neteyam

Lo’ak

Kiri

Miles Quaritch

Javier “spider”

Aonung

Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain jack sparrow

Captain Hector Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

James Norrington

Bootstrap bill turner

Davey jones

Lord Cutler Beckett

Calypso ( Tia Dalma)

Sally face:

sal fisher

Larry johnson

Ash

Travis

Call of duty:

Ghost Mw2 and 2009

König

Soap

Price

Graves

Skyrim:

Cicero

Astrid

Arnbjorn

Farkus

Vilkas

Aela

Balgruuf the greater

Legend of Zelda Botw/totk:

Link

Zelda

Mipha

Daruk

Revali

Sidon

Urbosa

Kass

ganon

Assassins creed 2:

Ezio

Stardew valley (Sdv):

Alex

Elliot

Harvey

Sam

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Leah

Maru

Penny

The wizard

Caroline

Dwarf

Jodi

Kent

Krobus

Robin

Pierre

Sandy

Ghost:

Papa Emeritus 1 (primo)

Papa Emeritus 2 (secondo

Papa emeritus 3 (terzo)

Papa emeritus 4/cardinal copia

Swiss

Aether

Mountin

Phantom

Aurora (we have the same name irl lol)

Rain

Cirrus

Sunshine

Cumulus

Sodo

Dewdrop

David bowie(going by era and current stage persona):

Ziggy stardust

Aladdin sane

The thin white duke

Major tom

David bowie

My chemical romance

Gerard way

Party poison

Mikey way

Kobra kid

Frank iero

Fun ghoul

Ray toro

Jet star

I will add Other characters to any of these lists if you would like to request a character go on ahead!

What I will write/Rules:

Rules:

No bullying or harrassment to anyone or groups of people in the comments. BE NICE TO OTHERS

No homophobia

No racism

No hatred

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Lemon

Info about Aviradasa!

I go by she/they

I have a cat named Nyx!

I am Demiaroace

I love horror movies with my whole life!

I have a tendency to obsess over shows/movies for undetermined periods of time 🤣

My favorite colors are Purple, red, pink, and black

My favorite singer is David bowie!

I can't choose a favorite band cause I love to many!

The movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson with David bowie and Jennifer Connelly Is my favorite.but Van helsing 2004 is a close second

PS. When requesting please be specific to what fandom/character you want(I will do crossovers.) just so I can make sure to get everything right for ya!

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rubylize · 1 year

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Summary: Sweet moments with Barry Allen

Pairing: Barry x reader

Word count: 1,541

Warnings: body insecurity, slight ED

I walked into my boyfriend's lab. “Oh hey,” he said, lifting up his head from his experiment. “Hey,” I said, smiling at him. “Just wanted to bring you lunch,” I said, while one of my hands was on my back and the other holding up some food, while leaning a bit to the side. I bit my lip and he super sped to me. “Oh. Hi,” I said, a bit surprised. He smiled at me, “Hi,” he said, while he pecked my lips. “Thank you, for the food. Did you bring some for yourself too?” He asked, while slightly tilting his head. “No,” I said, a bit confused. “Why not?” He asked, concerned. “Cause I already ate..” I told him, slightly unsure. “You sure?” He asked, still concerned. I nodded in reply.

His arms were around my waist, “Too bad, cause you're eating with me.” He gave me a toothy smile and I groaned. Barry had always been stuck up on checking up on me, even if we had a slight fight. He knew I didn’t like eating much, from the way that I looked. It wasn’t easy to tell him that, but he comforted me and always makes sure I eat, on his watch.

He pulled me to a chair in his lab and we sat next to each other. He started eating, “C’mon, grab a biteee,” he encouraged. I slightly rolled my eyes at him. Seeing that I didn’t grab some food, he fed me a fry. He then held up the burger to my lips, I looked at him and he nodded. I gave him a death stare, but he nodded in encouragement again. I gave in and took a bite and he hummed in satisfaction at my decision. He pulled the burger away and took a bite himself.

A couple days later, Captain Cold captured me, making me have to tell them who the Flash was and then he let me go. I walked into Star Labs disappointed at myself. I picked at my sides. Barry, Dr. Wells, Cisco, and Caitlyn were wondering where I was, while looking at screens. “Y/n,” Barry said, alerted and sped to me. “You okay?” He asked, concerned, while grabbing my face. I wrapped my arms around him, “I’m sorry.” He let me hug him for a few seconds more before he pulled us apart. “Why are you saying sorry, baby? What’s wrong?” I stuttered out not knowing what to say. “Hey, hey It’s okay. Look at me.” I looked at him, “I- I told him who you were. H-he tortured my brother.” I was in shock. I wasn’t crying, I was just stuck. Frozen. Barry looked at me, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I’m not mad.” He reassured me. “W-what but I-“ He pulled me into his embrace. “Shh, it’s okay,” he comforted. I let out a sigh. He took me to our apartment and told me he’d be back.

When he was back he explained that Snart wasn’t gonna tell anyone, but that he needed help. Barry told me he thought Snart was a good guy and that Snart just doesn’t realize it. I didn’t know how to feel about that, but I trust Barry.

We laid in bed. He always made me feel better. We looked up at the ceiling while exchanging looks at each other here and there. I felt him grab my hand, “Do you ever regret your first kiss?” He randomly asked. I pursed my lips and looked at him. “Nope.” He looked at me, “Why?” I inhaled and exhaled before answering, “Mm, he was perfect. I don’t regret it.” Barry hummed, “Now, I’m slightly jealous.” He mumbled and I looked at him. “Don’t be. It was you.” I replied casually. He looked at me in surprise yet in awe. “I was your first kiss?” He asked, a little taken back. I met his eyes, “Yup,” I breathed out. I was about to look away but his hand came up to my face and made me look at him. I gave him a weird look. He smiled widely at me and kissed me. I was surprised by the kiss but immediately melted into it. I hummed in pleasure, my hand went up to his face, slightly deepening the kiss. His hand retracted from my face and went to my hip. I groaned slightly at the kiss, he pulled away for a quick second

“I love every part of you, Y/n. You know that.” Then went back to kissing me, I knew he could feel me slightly smiling in the kiss. He always reassures me. He knows I don’t really like close contact near my stomach or hips, but he’s always said that he loves me and every part of me. Before kissing a little more, we laid in bed once again.

“Barry,” I said in the semi-darkness of our room. “Y/n,” he replied. There was some silence, “You okay?” He asked, while moving, to hover over me. “Yeah,” I breathed out. I reached up to grab his face. “Did I ever mention I love your green eyes?” I said, while pursing my lips. “Yes. You say it all the time,” he told me, while leaning into my touch. “Does your heart ache for me?” I asked curiously. He frowned at the question but smiled at it. “All the time,” he replied bluntly. “Does your heart ache for me?” He asked. I grabbed a hold of his hand and put it on my chest, knowing he could feel my heart beating and beating. “All the time.” He had a beautiful smile on his face. I clenched my eyes shut and shook my head, realizing that I went off topic. When my eyes opened, he was searching my face, for some type of emotion. “But Barry,” I said, with a slight sigh. He gave me a look telling me he has my attention. “I love you.” His eyes sparkled, “I love you too, Y/n.”

“Yooo,” I said, while entering Barry’s lab. I caught his attention and he looked up from his computer, smiling widely. He spun his chair to the side to get a better view of me. “Yooo,” he replied, while crossing his arms over his chest. He examined me, “Well, don’t you look nice.” I blushed slightly at his words, before I could say anything Iris came in. “Bare, can you help-“ She interrupted herself, realizing I was here. “Oh hey Y/n,” I smiled at her. “Hey Iris,” I replied politely. “Hey Iris, what’d you need?” Barry asked her. “I just wanted to see if you could help me with my paper.” Barry pulled me onto his lap slightly, “Oh, sure. When is it due?” I looked between both of them. “In two days.” “You can come back tomorrow. I’m kinda busy right now.” Iris smiled slightly. “Okay, yeah sure.” She shot both of us a smile and left his lab. “What are you busy with?” I asked curiously, while looking at him. I was still on his lap, one of his hands rested on my thigh and the other around my waist. “You.” I gasped slightly. “Barry! You didn’t help her because of me? I could’ve left!” I told him, slightly bothered by the fact he didn’t help his best friend. “Yooo, why you mad?” He acted silly. “Barry, stoppp!” I retorted, while slightly laughing. He always knew how to get me un mad at him. “She said she had time to do it either way. Is it such a bad thing that I want to spend time with my future wife?” I blushed at his words. He hasn’t proposed but he somehow knows that in the future we’re going to get married. He kissed my cheek, “How bout you tell me about your day while I mess with some DNA?” I smiled at him, getting off his lap. “Deal.”

I sat in another chair in his lab, while he messed with DNA. “I woke up next to my boyfriend, then got out of be-“ He gave me a look, “What? That’s part of my day.” He laughed, “Sweetheart but at work. You don’t have to remind me about this morning. I lived it.” He told me and winked. I rolled my eyes, “I worked with Cisco,” I simply said. Barry’s eyebrows furrowed, “Worked on what.” I pursed my lips, “Can’t say.” I shrugged my shoulders and he super sped to me. “Oh but you cann,” he sang. “Oh yeah? How?” I challenged. “Cause you love me,” he replied, while kneeling in front of me. “Do I?” I asked, while tilting my head. His smile slightly dropped. “Yes?” He asked, confused. “Barry, are you seriously questioning that?” He laughed, “No..” I let out a laugh, “Well I think you have to.” I regretted my words instantly, “I’m kidding Barry. I do love you, so much. You know that.” He smiled, “Yeah. I know.” I smiled at him. All my smiles with him are genuine. He was still kneeling in front of me. He hugged me while he was leaning and his head was on my heart. I ran my hands through his hair.

Barry Allen is my safe place.

#imagine #fluff #barry allen fanfiction #barry allen x reader #barry allen #the flash x reader #the flash #fanfiction

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autistic-coded-tournament · 9 months

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current submitted characters

will be updated as submissions come through.

(long post - list under the cut)

Twilight Sparkle - My Little Pony

Beth Tezuka - Bravest Warriors

Arnold Rimmer - Red Dwarf

The Captain - BBC Ghosts

Morris Moss - The IT Crowd

Nepeta Leijon - Homestuck

Kim Jokja - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Sousuke Sagara - Full Metal Panic!

Mirabel Madrigal - Encanto

Kagami Tsurugi - Miraculous Ladybug

Taiyou Takada - My Clueless First Friend

Frankie Stein - Monster High (G3)

Jamie Winton - You, Me And The Apocalypse

Mino Naraidate - Ayakashi Akashi

Misumi Ikaruga - A3!

Strawberry Crepe Cookie - Cookie Run: Kingdom

Jotaro Kujo - JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

K1-B0 - Danganronpa V3

Morrigan Crow - Nevermoor Series

Benny - The LEGO Movie

Data - Star Trek: The Next Generation

Malleus Draconia - Twisted Wonderland

Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds

Lilo Pelekai - Lilo And Stitch

Temperance Brennan - Bones

Subaru Mikazuki - My Roommate Is A Cat

Homare Arisugawa - A3!

Ranpo Edogawa - Bungou Stray Dogs

Alhaitham - Genshin Impact

Futaba Sakura - Persona 5

Athena Cykes - Ace Attorney

Midorya Izuku - My Hero Academia

Bakugou Katsuki - My Hero Academia

Iida Tenya - My Hero Academia

Todoroki Shouto - My Hero Academia

Aizawa Shouta - My Hero Academia

Present Mic - My Hero Academia

James - End Of The F***ing World

Chu Sangwoo - Semantic Error

Chalarm - Dinosaur Love

Connor - Detroit: Become Human

Max Caulfield - Life Is Strange

Parker - Leverage

Lan Zhan - The Untamed

Ram - My Engineer

Kim Theerapanyakul - KinnPorsche

Alex Chen - Life Is Strange: True Colours

Penny Poledina - RWBY

Huey Duck - DuckTales

Denki Kaminari - My Hero Academia

Mihashi Ren - Big Windup!

Khabluken - Star In My Mind

Akk Pipitphattana - The Eclipse

Scott Summers (Cyclops) - X-Men

Hank McCoy (Beast) - X-Men

Orbulon - Warioware

Benrey - Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware

Gilion Tidestrider - Just Roll With It

Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls

Goemon Ishikawa XIII - Lupin III

Ash - Fire Emblem Heroes

Ty Betteridge - WOE.BEGONE

Maria Ushiromiya - Umineko No Naku Koro Ni

Yusuke Kitagawa - Persona 5

Charlie Kelly - It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Rachel Lindt - Worm

Arisugawa Himari (Cure Custard) - Kirakira Pretty Cure a la Mode

Ryan - WOE.BEGONE

Akhiko Sanada - Persona 3

Shadow The Hedgehog - Sonic The Hedgehog

Makoto Niijima - Persona 5

Streber - Spooky Month

Murray Hewitt - Flight Of The Conchords

Noel Gruber - Ride The Cyclone

Ushijima Wakatoshi - Haikyuu!!

Howard Moon - The Mighty Boosh

Mikitaka Hazekura - JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

Edward - Cowboy Bebop

MK - LEGO Monkie kid

Red Son - LEGO Monkie Kid

Mitsuru Kirijo - Persona 3

Aziraphale - Good Omens

Nemona - Pokémon Scarlet & Violet

Peter Sqloint - Just Roll With It

Bart Allen (Impulse) - DC Comics

Nanami Kento - Jujitsu Kaisen

Stannis Baratheon - Game Of Thrones: A Song Of Ice And Fire

Inspector Javert - Les Misérables

N - Pokémon Black & White

Vinyl Scratch (DJ Pon-3) - My Little Pony

Coco Pommel - My Little Pony

Alicia Hamilton - LPS Popular

Francis York Morgan - Deadly Premonition

Hunter - The Owl House

Mischa Bachinski - Ride The Cyclone

Auggie Hilderbrant - Scary Movies To Tell In The Dark

Sunny - OMORI

Chris Kirkman - Bravest Warriors

Himiko Yumeno - Danganronpa V3

Espresso Cookie - Cookie Run: Kingdom

#autistic coded tournament #tournament #tournament poll #bracket tournament #tumblr tournament #character tournament

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hrefna-the-raven · 5 months

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Lawmen

Masterlist - DBH masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Words: 1979

Warnings: drunkenness, self mutilation (involuntarily), self hate, kind of smut (18+)

Chapter 10 - Broken

Gavin shoved his phone to the edge of his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. Damn it, why did she have to be chosen for an undercover mission with that despicable captain? Why didn't Fowler pick him for this operation? He was fully capable of pretending to be someone else in order to gather the necessary information. After all, he was always playing a role in some way or another, he even did with her for a long time. To be completely honest, not much had changed in that regard. Revealing his true emotions felt like being locked up in a cage with a hungry tiger, and he certainly wasn't the predator in this metaphor. That blasted captain would seize every opportunity to get closer to her – he had to, otherwise he wouldn't have specifically requested her. She was skilled, but she couldn't have been the only competent agent in the Bureau, worst case he could have gotten that jerk Perkins and played lovey-dovey with him to fool the manager. Gavin continued typing his report, reminding himself not to worry so much. She seemed to love him for real and she wouldn't cheat on him and the sooner he finished his work, the sooner he could go home and distract himself with some booze and a good movie until she was back in his arms. There was a harrumph.

"What?!", he exclaimed with frustration evident in his tone.

The person clearly did not appreciate the threatening manner, as his eyes darted upward upon hearing a loud thud.

“What'ya want Hank?”

Hank was an elder superior of his who remained lieutenant despite his personal struggles with alcohol and the tragic loss of his son and. Gavin was not particular fond of him, but Hank held a protective hand over him whenever shit hit the fan and he had a good heart buried beneath layers of sarcasm and alcohol.

"Come on, Reed. You hardly lift a finger around here, but when you do, you always go overboard. Here's a little gift for you", he gestured towards the bottle of aged whiskey he had left on the table, "go home, get drunk and relax," he turned away and headed towards the door, “and don't even start to think I would like you, you're still an idiot.”

Hank weakly waved as he exited the precinct. Gavin stared at the bottle for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the report displayed on his screen. He was nearly finished, so maybe he should take the old fool's advice to heart, write the last part and relax.

“Argh to hell with it!”, he saved his report, switched off his terminal, grabbed the bottle and left.

It was a chilly yet pleasant evening. The soft illumination of the street lamps enveloped the city in a beautiful glow, it would have been a perfect night to walk around with…he sighed, she was with Allen, not with him and it made him feel utterly miserable. No matter what she told him, all he could hear was the sound of his own jealous heart shattering into countless pieces. After walking for a few minutes, he suddenly halted in his tracks and caught a glimpse of his reflection in a shop window. Normally, seeing himself would have filled him with pride and his usual dose of Reed-ish narcissism, but now all he saw was a tear streaming down his suddenly unattractive face. I am an utter idiot, I don't deserve anything, his mind berated him. His gaze then shifted to the bottle in his hand, and a dark realisation washed over him. Without hesitation, he twisted off the bottle cap and swiftly downed its contents in one gulp. Discarding the empty bottle, it crashed onto the ground with a resounding clink as he continued on his way. His vision began to blur, causing his slightly overweight body to wobble unsteadily, as if the floor beneath him

“Shshshshut up!”, he hammered his fists against his own head.

However, he abruptly stopped when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

She was with another man…after several attempts his phone finally found its way back to his pocket. He stumbled over his own feet, and a vibrant purple light in the distance caught his attention. The Eden Club…that damn awful tin can sex club, where she was or would be soon, arriving in a taxi with that damn captain, probably holding her arm gently, lovingly. He despised him, now more than ever. He had destroyed his entire world, which was her, and he simply took her for this mission. He would show them, both of them. Nobody messes with Gavin Reed, nobody fucks with Gavin's girl. If she wanted to be with the captain, he would prove to her that he would not need neither her nor him ruining everything. After all, he was THE detective. He picked himself up and hurried towards the Eden Club, determined to fuck the brains out of whatever android they would give him. He would show them all that he alone was the alpha male, the one and only. Yes Gavin, do it, come on, you can fuck all you want, you're the best, it echoed hazily through his intoxicated mind. He rushed past the androids on display outside and clumsily swiped his hand on one of the ones in the glass containers in the entrance hall and hurriedly retreated with it into the nearest available room.

"Hello, I am an WR400. How may I assist you?", it spoke in its flawless, lifeless voice.

„Shut up and bend over!“, Gavin slurred harshly.

The android obeyed, as the detective fumbled to pull down his pants and pressed his still slack cock inside its plastic entrance. Deep down, he knew it was wrong, but the effects of the whiskey clouded not only his judgement but also his common sense as he continued thrusting into the WR400, disregarding the fact that he couldn't even get hard. Despite his lack of arousal, he was determined to prove himself to this machine, to show it that he could even bring pleasure to this so called perfect creation and that she would regret leaving for this awful SWAT idiot, oh yes, he would show this tin can, her and the whole world. Gavin continued to thrust at a rapid pace, feeling a twinge of self-disgust but pushing it aside. It didn't feel good at all, not in the slightest. He despised himself, he despised that machine, and above all, he despised the captain even more. How could he have the audacity to steal away the only woman who truly loved him? He was so preoccupied with his obsession to fuck this machine that he failed to notice the door opening, revealing the presence of the manager and two other individuals observing his actions. He remained completely indifferent to everything around him until he suddenly felt a firm grip on the back of his shirt, forcefully spinning him around. Despite his instinctual attempt to pull up his pants and prevent any further embarrassment, his intoxicated state rendered his usually sharp reflexes useless, causing him to fall heavily in front of a stranger, with his pants still lowered and his semi erect cock hitting the floor hard. He writhed in agony, contorting his face and reluctantly gazing up at the person before him, consumed by shame. Normally, he wouldn't two shits if anyone else saw him in this miserable state, but he locked eyes with you – the possessor of the most exquisite eyes he had ever beheld – brimming with sorrow and disappointment as they bore witness to the fall of the great detective Reed, who foolishly sacrificed everything he held dear in a drunken fit of jealousy. His mouth hung open, but no words escaped. I'm sorry , he thought, I'm so sorry and I love you, please forgive me...please kill me. His forehead bashed on the floor, the mess he caused this time was irreversible, this was his fuck up of a lifetime. Hastily, he pulled up his pants, desperate to escape from this place, regretting ever being here in the first place. As he rose to his feet, the liquor tore him down again, his head colliding with the corner of the doorframe. Grunting he steadied himself and moved on, fleeing the club as fast as his intoxication allowed it.

The door of his apartment slammed shut behind him and he slumped to the ground. With each sob, breathing became increasingly difficult. What had he done? It was like he boffed the love of his life right in the face and the only person he could blame for was himself…or perhaps…if that damned android sex club hadn't been in his path, none of this would have happened. Shut up, I alone did this! Gavin pressed his hands against his head, trying to silence the barrage of insults and self-blame echoing in his mind. His gaze fell upon the mirror hanging on the adjacent wall, reflecting a pitiful figure consumed by sorrow. Falling to his knees, he grabbed hold of the mirror and stared into his own despondent eyes.

„Why did I do this? Why did I hurt her, me, that much? I'm a piece of shit!“, he screamed at his reflection.

In a sudden burst of rage, he forcefully smashed his face against the mirror, causing it to shatter into countless fragments. The broken glass sliced through his skin, inflicting pain that was accompanied by his cries and the sound of the shards cascading to the floor. This cacophony of despair filled the dimly lit apartment, resonating with Gavin's shattered and bleeding heart. As he glanced upwards, a manic laughter escaped his lips, amplified by the absence of his reflection. The laughter reverberated sadly throughout the room, while a warm trickle of blood flowed down his face. A deep gash marked the bridge of his nose, destined to become a visible reminder of this night for the remainder of his existence. He never was a delight to others, but this was the night Gavin Reed finally broke his love and himself, the night that gave birth to the most miserable and awful douchebag the precinct would get to know.

Chapter 11

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idontplaytrack · 1 month

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Bad Rep

olivia benson x teen daughter reader au(sans noah)

warnings: typical svu episode-type of content, mentions of violence, homophobia.

in which, the squad meets reader, captain benson’s daughter under less than ideal circumstances.

“Benson.” With her phone held between her shoulder and ear, Olivia was looking through a case file and looking up information on her laptop. However, what she heard on the other end of the phone caused her to stop all her work.

“I’m on my way. Thank you for calling me.”

Fin was standing by her door, about to knock. “Everything okay, Liv?”

“Uh, no. I just got off the phone with y/n’s school. She got into a fight with someone.”

“Your daughter. Who’s never acted out before.” Fin stated.

“I know that, Fin.” Olivia hurriedly grabbed her coat, “It’s more than that. The school said it was because a student called her names and…hit her.”

“You want me to come with?”

“We might actually have a case.”

“We?” He asked.

“We’ll talk as we move.” Olivia sighs, rushing out of her office and hastily telling Rollins to hold down the fort for a couple hours.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you guys more when I get back.”

Fin held the elevator door open for her. She gets in, shoving her phone into her coat pocket.

Fin offers to drive and Olivia let him, knowing that she was upset so he wouldn’t let her drive anyway. “Okay, you wanna fill me in?”

“I’m betting that it’s a…hate crime.”

Took Fin a few seconds, but he got it. “Okay. y/n’s gay?”

“She came out to me a few months ago. Though she didn’t need to- I always kinda knew and I just didn’t really care. As long as she was happy, and healthy. Safe…which she isn’t, now.”

“I won’t say anything until she brings it up while we take her statement. Though, officially…”

“All clear on that, Fin. We both know how that works.” Liv exhales, leaning her head back in her seat.

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“The guy punched me first.” You said, holding your cheek in your hand.

“I’ll need names, y/n.” Fin says.

“Names? This isn’t a police matter.”

“Ms. Allen.” Liv put her hands together as she spoke, “My daughter has never been violent with anyone. This isn’t the first time she’s gotten injured on school grounds.”

“So you’re pushing the blame on my other students?” Ms. Allen retorted.

“No one’s blindly blaming anyone. y/n who punched you?” Olivia asked.

“Jamie Morrison.” You revealed. “Today, and last month. Six weeks ago, he vandalised my locker and called me a ‘motherfucking sinner’.”

Fin was appalled, Olivia was simply at a loss for words. She had no clue what exactly went down during the previous instances, but knew that you’d gotten hurt at school.

“Did he say why?”

“What do you mean?” You bit back a scoff, “He said to leave his sister alone. All I did was go on a lunch date with his older sister Vanessa one Saturday- which she asked me out for.”

“Vanessa? The senior in your AP History class?”

“Yes, Ms. Allen. That’s her.”

“Alright.” Ms Allen nodded, “You may go, but if he does try to attack you again, report it to a teacher immediately.”

“No, no, Ms. Allen- we need to talk to the boy now.” Fin stopped her, “His sister as well.”

“Very well, then.” She sighs, calling for a staff member to get Jamie and Vanessa to the office.

“y/n, come on. I’m signing you out early.” Olivia took you by the hand to the front desk while Fin stayed behind to talk to Jamie and Vanessa Morrison. Your Mom tells you she was taking you to the doctor but you refused. But of course, she insisted and you knew she’d win. After getting checked out by a doctor and your mother learning that nothing was broken, she finally quiets down and let you drift off.

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“Mom, please. You can go back to work, I’ll be fine.” You dropped your backpack down by the TV console after kicking your shoes off.

“I’m going to, just- wanted make sure you were settled.”

“I think I am, so please just-”

Liv got the hint, throwing her hands up in mock surrender, “Okay, I’m gonna head back to the precinct. If you want anything to eat, either call for delivery or if you want to cook - please be careful.”

“I’m alright, just have a swollen eye and cheek. I’m not dying.” You shooed her away.

She nodded, “Okay. Alright, I’m leaving. Love you, sweet girl. Get some rest.” You forced a smile and she turned to leave. The front door shut with a significant thud sound and you waited several seconds until she was out of earshot before you let the waterworks begin and curled up on the couch.

“Captain, you’re back.” Holiday noticed. Rollins looked up from the paperwork pile on her desk, “Liv. Where’s Fin?”

“Talking to a couple students at y/n’s school. She got punched earlier today and we just found out there’d been other incidents. Same student involved.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Holiday replied.

“What happened? It’s our case?” Amanda questioned.

“Yeah, and officially, I’ve got to recuse myself so let’s just wait for Fin to get back so he can fill you guys in properly because I didn’t talk to the kids- he did.”

An hour later, Fin returns to the precinct. And he immediately gave the whole squad- Liv included, everything. “y/n’s the tip of the iceberg. Vanessa’s a good kid, really likes y/n. But Jamie, the younger brother who’s in y/n homeroom, he’s had a history of violence. He’d been expelled from his old public high school in freshman year, then again the next year. Last year, he got enrolled at Willow Academy.”

“What’s his sister gotta do with this?”

“He’s been after y/n after he found out Vanessa went out on a date with her.”

“And what’s wrong with that? His sister should be able to do whatever she wants. How’s that his business.”

“Probably can’t accept his sister’s gay and likes girls. A homophobe, really.”

“Did you talk to any other students, Fin?” Liv glances at him.

“Talked to his classmates, his basketball team. All of them only had praises for him, girls said they found him cute.” Fin informed the squad, “We need to talk to his girlfriend— Nadine Skinner.”

“She wasn’t in school?”

“Don’t know. She doesn’t go to Willow Acad.” Fin shrugged, “Kid coughed up her address. Lives in midtown.”

“He’s in the system.” Holiday spoke up, “Shoplifting, assault and battery.”

“Okay, Rollins. You’re going to talk to Nadine, find out how he’s like. Then we’ll see where to go with this. “From the looks of it, its a misdemeanour.”

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“No way he’d do that.” Nadine shook her head.

“Well, see…but he did. Multiple times over the course of the last five years. He’s violent and angry.” Rollins said.

“I’m sorry that happened to y/n but he’s never done anything to hurt me.”

Rollins was about to say something but someone came home. “Jamie.” Nadine’s eyes widened. “Hey.” He greeted, “Who’s this, babe?”

“Detective from SVU.” Nadine told him, “I can’t believe you would do something like that to that girl, Jamie.”

“It’s not worth it.”

“So you really did that?” Nadine’s mouth was agape.

“Does that matter?”

“Yeah, actually.” Nadine scoffs. “You need to go. I don’t want to be with someone like that- hurting someone innocent and claiming to be protecting your sister? Get things clear- your sister’s life isn’t your business. Who she likes doesn’t concern you as much as it does her.”

His jaw clenched as he left without saying a word.

“Do you have anymore questions, detective?”

“No, thank you for your time. If he ever comes back to bother you, call me.” Rollins handed Nadine a name card before leaving.

When Olivia returned home that evening, the house was quiet. You were asleep in your room and there was box containing half a pizza on the dining table. She’d bought your favourite banana pudding on the way home, in an attempt to lift your spirits, but she put that into the fridge and got changed before tidying up the place some.

Helping herself to a glass of red wine, she found herself in front of the TV, but it wasn’t long before you woke up. “Mom, you’re home.” You saw her sitting on the couch when you walked out from your bedroom. “Hi, baby.” She had her hand on the low of your back, “How’s the pain?”

“Bad, but I’m managing.”

Liv nodded emphatically, “I assume you already ate? I bought you banana pudding.”

“Yeah, thanks Mom.” You sat down beside her, grabbing the TV remote from the coffee table. You turned it on, subsequently squinting at the brightness of it after being in a dark room for the past…three hours. “Did you eat yet?”

“Uh, no.” She says, “I’m gonna go heat up some of that pizza you bought.”

“Mom, can I tell you something?” You interjected.

“Of course, honey.” Olivia responded as she laid out a small sheet of foil and placed two slices of the pizza on it. Sprinkling some water onto the slices, she popped them into the air fryer.

“Vanessa came by earlier to check on me. She brought the pizza, though I was about to order the same thing.”

“That’s okay. Very nice of her to do that.”

“I really like her, Mom. Jamie’s making it so difficult for us.” You fought pack the urge to sigh.

“We have a case against him, he has history- but it’s a misdemeanour according to the ADA.”

“I know- people at school know he has a history of violence and stuff. It’s not hard to find out when he’s the most popular guy in school having his name Googled every other day.” You revealed. “But what? Because Vanessa’s the ‘queen bee’, she can’t like someone who isn’t in her social circle?”

“Important thing is, Vanessa likes you. And you like her. And let me do my job to go after Jamie- it’s our job to make sure he takes responsibility for what he does.”

“He’s hit Vanessa before. Did she tell Fin that?”

“No…” Olivia bit her cheek, searching for her phone, “I’m text him.”

“She showed up to with scratches on her cheek and her jaw…it was bruised. She didn’t want to tell me, but eventually, she did. It happened after we went on our first date- he saw that I gave her a card and this cheap bracelet I made.” You explained, “Sorry, I didn’t mention this. It- I was out of it.”

“It’s okay, I get that.” Olivia assured right as the air fryer went off. “Babe, do you want the banana pudding now?”

“Sure.”

You spent the rest of the evening watching sitcom reruns with your Mom, something you absolutely cherished. It wasn’t very often she was home this early. “You wanna take tomorrow off?” She asked casually.

“Would be nice.” You shrugged.

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“He’s given all the people he attacked, bad reps.” Liv says.

“We figured.” Holiday crosses her arms.

Carisi walks into the precinct, “We can charge him with simple assault. He faces up to a year of jail time, or if he takes a deal- community service and mandated anger management classes, therapy.”

“Did he take the deal?”

“Of course. He agreed to it before his attorney could say anything.”

Liv scoffs, “Okay, well. That’s the best we can do.”

“How’s y/n, Liv?” Rollins asked.

“She’s…fine? Had her stay home today.”

“That’s probably for the best.” Fin glances at her, “Alright, I’m gonna go get lunch- who wants what?” While squad chattered away, discussing about what to eat, you enter the precinct. Unannounced. “y/n.” Fin noticed, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. It’s lunch so I came to see if I could join mom.”

“Of course.” Liv saw you, “Hi, sweetie.”

The rest of the squad took care of you like you were their own. You were really grateful for them, and that your Mom had such great company at work. “Hi, y/n.” Rollins, Carisi and Holiday echoed one another.

“Hi, guys.”

“Okay, last call, y’all- lunch orders. Otherwise text them to me.” Fin announced. Carisi offered to tag along. And, off they went. Rollins suggested Chinese food, which the rest of you agreed on.

“So…Vanessa, huh?”

“Amanda.” Olivia chided.

“Yep.” You laughed lightly, “Anyway, Mom? Vanessa asked me out for lunch and a movie this weekend.”

“Go ahead. Have fun.”

“God, I miss being young.” Rollins sighs.

#olivia benson #svu25 #alternative universe #mariska hargitay #amanda rollins #law and order svu #fin tutuola #female reader #reader insert

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b00inazkaban · 2 years

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I have no idea what to post but can people give me like ideas for fics for?

Master list: :)

IM NOT USING THIS MASTER-LIST ANYMORE! Head over to my second one on my navigation page and request from that one please and thank you my lovelies!

Who/What I'll write for:

Most kinks,

Fluff,

Angst (I’m not a fan of angst but I’ll still write) ,

Aged-Up characters,

Any/All genders

Poly relationship’s (3 -5 Character’s)

Harry Potter/ Marauders / Fantastic Beasts:

Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Neville longbottom Cedric Diggory Ginny Weasley Fred Weasley George Weasley Blaise Zabini Pansy Parkinson Theadore Nott Luna Lovegood Cho Chang (maybe depends on request) Bill Weasley Fleur Delacour Tom Riddle Mattheo Riddle Nymphadora Tonks Bellatrix Lestrange (Younger and Older) Lucius Malfoy (Younger and Older) Narcissa Malfoy (Younger and Older) Severus Snape (Younger and Older) Sirius Black (Younger and Older) Remus Lupin (Younger an Older) James Potter Peter Pettigrew (maybe and young and with the good fancast(s) Lily Evans Marlene McKinnon Mary McDonald Dorcus Meadowes Newt Scammander Thesus Scammander Jacob Kowalski Sweathearts; Queenie Goldstein Tina Goldstein !Young! Albus Dumbledore Gellert Grindelwald (Mads or Johnny)

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington Johnathan Byers Billy Hargrove Argyle Eddie Munson Nancy Wheeler Chrissy Cunningham Robin (fem aligned only) Eleven Hopper (fluff only) Dustin Henderson (fluff only) Lucas Sinclair (fluff only) Max Mayfield (fluff only) Mike Wheeler (fluff only) Little!mike x Cg!reader; Will Byers (fluff only) Joyce Byers Jim(James) Hopper Enzo Antonov Karen Wheeler Murray Bauman Dr. Alexie Phil Callahan

Marvel/ DC/ Guardians of the Galaxy:

Tony Stark (Ironman) Steve Rogers (Captain America) Bruce Banner (Hulk) Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Thor Odinson Clint Barton (Hawkeye) Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Peitro Maximoff Bucky(James) Barnes Pepper Potts Peter Parker Dr. Stephen Strange Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Scott Lang (Ant-Man) Sam Wilson (Flacon) Eddie/Venom Peter Quill Gamora Drax Rocket Yondu Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Orm Marius Barry Allan (Flash)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo Raphael Donatello Michelangelo April O’Neil Casey Jones

Longmire:

Walt Longmire Victoria Moretti Ferguson Henry Standingbear Cady Longmire Branch Connolly Jacob Nighthorse Mathias

Twilight:

Carlise Cullen Esme Cullen Charlie Swan Jacob Black

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Emmet Cullen

Rosile Cullen

Alice Cullen

Flash:

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Harry Wells

Caitlin Snow

Iris West

Julian Albert

Oliver Queen

Captain Cold

Who/what I don’t write for:

Draco Malfoy (Only character I’m so sorry I just can’t write anything for him unless it’s fluff still don't like writing for him tbh)

I won’t write for Rape,

Smut for agere,

Smut for minor x adult

Non-con

Kidnapped (maybe tho depends on character and other things)

A/n: Ik minors are on here and still read stuff so I'm not putting a age warning on here, people don't really read age warnings usually but I'll put age warning on the one with smut or suggestive themes. Also, please make suggestions with enough detail for me to imagine and make something with, and this is a safe-space for any and all genders and agere, thanks have a good day!

#harry potter #marauders #fantastic beasts #marvel #dc universe #walt longmire #stranger things #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fandom #masterlist #fypage #fyp

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creepling · 2 months

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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ DCU MASTERLIST

all works fall under the DC universe, involving movies, animated series, video games, and comics. ⊹₊⋆ = involves smut.

THE BATMAN (2022)

༺☆༻ GENERAL.

my assumption of you based on which character you're attracted to

༺☆༻ EDWARD NASHTON/THE RIDDLER

. . . drabbles & headcanons

being edward nashton's coworker (gn!reader)

nsfw alphabet (gn!reader-insert) ⊹₊⋆

teasing riddles (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

the ratcatcher (gn!reader, angst to comfort)

. . . fics

the moth affect (fic series, vigilante!oc) - INCOMPLETE/HIATUS

no longer strangers (gn!reader, fluff)

cheeky boi (gn!reader, crack fic)

THE SUICIDE SQUAD: KTJL

༺☆༻ DIGGER HARKNESS/CAPTAIN BOOMERANG

. . . fics

a knock away (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

. . . drabbles and headcanons

dating digger harkness (fem/gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

bad tinder date vibes (gn!reader)

nsft alphabet (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

dbf!digger picking up drunk reader (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

༺☆༻ BARRY ALLEN/THE FLASH

. . . drabbles and headcanons

brainiac!barry x reader fighting the suicide squad (gn!reader)

#masterlist #dc universe #the batman 2022 #ssktjl #ktjl

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 3 months

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🦇 Icebreaker Book Review 🦇

[ Find my review on Goodreads | Storygraph | Instagram ]

❓ #QOTD Ice skating or hockey? ❓ 🦇 Anatasia "Stassie" Allen is SO close to qualifying for Team USA alongside her competitive figure ice skating partner, Aaron. Also a student at Maple Hills College is Nathan Hawkins, captain of the school's hockey team. Unfortunately, a messy misunderstanding leaves both teams sharing an ice skating rink; a hitch in Stassie's rigorous schedule that could impede her efforts. Can Stassie and Nathan get along enough to help one another succeed, or will they only butt heads (and skates)?

💜 Given how much this book was hyped last year, it's no surprise that's brimming with plenty of romance tropes and smut. However, the story's true strength lies in its mental health representation, including the benefits of healthy communication to strengthen relationships and ongoing therapy. Both MCs are interesting, layered characters (though I have a few issues with Stassie, Nate is one of those bookish boyfriends you just want more of). Anastasia is a relatable female MC who recognizes her faults and strives to work past them. Nate is protective, a problem solver, a shield. They're well-matched. I also have to say I fell in love with the hockey boys, who are absolutely adorable.

🦇 Unfortunately, it felt like the author was trying to check off a long list of tropes for the sake of grabbing readers. The relationship relies on sex as the real catalyst (and suddenly all their tension and animosity is gone and forgotten) when Stassie and Nate could have developed a little more before sleeping together. The issue of them sharing a rink VERY quickly disappears as the main source of conflict, in exchange for a lot of 'can't keep their hands off each other' smut. The new source of conflict becomes Aaron, who is exhausting as an antagonist. While Stassie recognizes that Aaron isn't the villain in her story, he's painted as one until the very end, and the solution seems so simple that it's a shock Stassie didn't consider it before. The justifications for his behavior aren't enough, and there aren't enough positives to outweigh the negatives. While Stassie and Nate experience growth through their relationship, I wish we'd seen more development outside of their relationship with one another. They tend to exist in a cute, romantic bubble ("playing house"), leaving the bulk of their character development to occur when they're apart. Needless to say, this story has a weak plot for how long it drags on.

🦇 Recommended to fans of the Addicted Series or spicy BookTok favorites.

✨ The Vibes ✨ ⛸️ Enemies to Lovers 🏒 Spice ⛸️ He Falls First 🏒 Sports Romance ⛸️ Ice Skater x Hockey Captain 🏒 Grumpy vs Sunshine ⛸️ Mental Health Rep 🏒 Forced Proximity ⛸️ College Romance 🏒 Part of a Series

❝ “I know you don’t, but you’re worth defending. Every cut, bruise, every single pang of anger or frustration. It’s all worth it. I’d throw my last punch defending you because you deserve to have someone be that person for you, and there’s no one more qualified for the job than me.” ❞

❝ She’s taught me communicating doesn’t mean everything is perfect, it doesn’t mean we don’t disagree. It means we work through the imperfect bit together, and if we don’t agree, we at least know why the other feels that way, even if it’s not going to change our minds. We’re still individuals, but we’re individuals together, and I never knew relationships could be like this. ❞

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alfredosauce50 · 1 year

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 11

Wordcount: 4, 365 Rating: M for strong language and mature themes

The reader is referred to as she/her

One more night - 11

Off to the races

Mathias rolled his fists against a speed bag, getting it to bounce back and forth rhythmically. A sheen of sweat had glazed over his skin from head to toe, but he never faltered. He was finally back in the zone.

He also lost everything he gained, revealing his past triumphs. Bulging shoulders, a six-pack, and strong legs for a muscular body. He swung into the speed bag one last time, making it rock to and fro.

And he was just getting started.

“You’re in a good mood today,” You commented from the kitchen, sipping a warm cup of coffee. Everyone slept in on Sundays, Allen included, but he got up at nine to do nothing but scribble in his sketchbook.

“Am I?” He lifted his eyes to you, only to look down at his page again. “What gave it away?”

“You’re drawing.”

“I can’t channel my inner negativity sometimes?”

“I think we both know how you actually do that.”

“Okay, fine. You got me.” He mumbled, moving his pencil around for a few finishing touches. Once he was satisfied, he held up his drawing with a proud, toothy grin. “Look. It’s a fortress.”

“Wow,” You mouthed. A smiling stick figure with black shades stood on top of a castle, raining machine gunfire and grenades on the masses below. “And who’s that guarding the fortress?”

“Me.”

“What about all the people down here?”

“I think you know.” He put his sketchbook down.

Now that Mathias moved back home, Allen was the happiest he’d ever been. Even though they were on better terms, this was his home, and he had a very particular idea of what that looked like.

“You guys realize Hammy has been roaming outside his cage for a while.” Amy sauntered in with a squint.

Allen flew off the couch and scrambled into the hallway. With his spot vacant, she plopped down next to you and kicked her feet onto the coffee table. When he came back with his pet, he scowled.

“Hey, you stole my spot!”

“Didn’t see your name on it.”

“I was literally just there!” He stuck out a hand.

“Well, you weren’t for a second.” She hummed.

The three of you, just like old times.

“To think I used to complain about people bringing their babies to the theater,” Amy muttered, collecting her popcorn from the snack bar. She spun around to reveal Bob strapped to her torso. “Now I’m people.”

“And you’re seeing Captain America of all movies.”

“I must be crazy.”

“I mean,” You made a face. Amy was the one who suggested this, but now that she was here, she had to be persuaded. “It was either here or the gym. It’s not your fault Malena couldn’t take him tonight.”

“That’s not even the problem,” She sighed.

“Then what is?” You asked, confused.

“I don’t wanna leave Bob with anybody right now.” Amy hugged him close, face falling slightly.

She still had a hard time being away from her baby after that incident. She didn’t have a choice while working, but now that she was off-duty, keeping him around was always at the back of her mind.

“Then I guess we’ll have to get him used to these kinds of places.” You pulled her along, watching her expression closely. She let you, albeit reluctantly. “There’s a first time for everything, you know?”

“I guess,” She fixed his earmuffs. “Sorry, Bob.”

“When was the last time you went to see a movie anyway?” You asked, walking inside with her.

“Beats me.”

Two hours later, you both emerged from the theater.

“That was fucking amazing,” She let out, smiling from ear to ear. “Bob fell asleep halfway through!”

You and Amy swung by Whole Foods after.

“Do you think he’s gonna win?” She asked, watching you add several bananas to the shopping cart.

The question had been looming over your minds ever since Mathias brought it up. The WBC Continental Americas title. He and another heavyweight boxer would go toe to toe in the arena for that belt.

“It’s hard to say,” You shook your head, falling deep in thought. “This is his first shot at a real title.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m just relieved he didn’t give up.”

“Me too.” She furrowed her brows.

“Whatever happens, I’m really happy that he’s kinda himself again,” You added, smiling briefly. Because even after everything that happened, he didn’t quit. And that couldn’t be more fitting for who he was.

“Well, I’m glad he’s back.” Amy hummed, though her expression came off as more bittersweet than anything. Your face fell slightly when you picked up on it. “I wouldn’t be telling you this otherwise.”

“Telling me what?”

“That Mat told me,” She inhaled a deep breath before revealing what had been on her mind forever. “He wanted you to move out with him. And I just want you to know that I’m a hundred percent for it.”

“What?” Your heart sank. “He told you?”

“Ages ago, actually. I just never had the chance to bring it up. Didn’t wanna cause any more drama,” Amelia explained, pushing the cart along as she spoke. “What, with everything that went down?”

You turned away, eyes darting restlessly and mind racing with a million thoughts. This whole time?

“Allen would’ve gone nuts.” She widened her eyes.

It was no secret that he loved you dearly, going so far as to use you as an emotional crutch. To leave was to put him in a vulnerable headspace, but you couldn’t be there for him forever, not even if you wanted to.

“Not that he won’t freak out if you told him now, but he might not fly off the handle when you do.”

“But what about the apartment?” You asked, voice faint. Now that moving out was on the table, every doubt you’ve ever had flooded your mind in a rush of anxiety. “And what about Bob? I can’t just leave.”

“We’ll be fine,” Amy assured, holding your shoulder. It was a blanket statement at best, but how else were things supposed to be? “Allen will have to get a job someday. And Bob won’t be small forever.”

“But he’s only six months old.” You uttered.

“He can sit upright and eat scrambled eggs, now. That’s pretty big if you ask me.” She nudged you.

You laughed some, thankful for her lightheartedness.

“But, point is,” She went back to pushing her cart, as reflective of the continuation of the conversation. “You’ve already been there for the most crucial part of his life. And nine months before that too.”

“Of course I was, Amy. That’s a given.”

“What if it’s not supposed to be given?” She asked, much to your dismay. “You’ve already done so much for us, and I can’t just force you to stay forever. That would be the most selfish thing I could do to you.”

“Maybe,” You replied stiffly. Everything she just said was a stark reminder of what you told Allen once, and you always regretted it from the bottom of your heart. “But you aren’t forcing me to do anything.”

“Really?”

“I love living with you guys,” You let out, voice faint to hide the sadness in it. “You’re my best friend.”

Amy stood perfectly still, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. Then, she turned to you, eyes wide. When she saw that you were barely holding it together, she did something completely out of character.

She hugged you as tight as she could.

“I know.” She shut her eyes. “But you have to go.”

You hugged her back, lips pursed tightly in a frown. She knew what you really wanted, and would go to great lengths for you to have it. Even if it meant letting you go, the hardest thing she could ever do.

“Do you think Bob will remember me?”

“He will if you visit,” She released you with a content smile, knowing she managed to convince you. So, she took in your face for what felt like the last time. “So don’t go somewhere I can’t get to, okay?”

Getting Amelia on board with the idea was easy because she was already all for it. Allen, on the other hand, would be a completely different story. But you had to tell him someday, even if that wasn’t today.

You pushed the door open to the local boxing gym.

When you got inside, you saw Mathias doing mitt work with Allen. Their brewing friendship was the most unexpected development yet, and you had to cover your mouth to hide your enthusiasm.

They had more in common than they looked.

The sun was almost set when you three walked home together. Allen had his arms folded behind his head, his dark eyes staring into the distance. Mathias had your hand in his, which squeezed you here and there.

“So,” You began, breaking the comfortable silence with a query. “Are you two friends now?”

They both made a face, brows raised and squinting.

“I don’t think Allen would be comfortable with that.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, alright.” You sighed, stifling a laugh at their synchronization. “I was just curious, is all.”

“Saying we’re friends would be putting him on the same level as you. And that’s gross.” Allen mumbled.

“There’s always distinctions you make with different friends you have,” You glanced at him and watched his expression intently, which didn’t seem to change. “Surely you have friends you’re close to, or not at all.”

“Not really,” He shrugged. “I mean, I used to.”

A brief silence followed, and you were left to put the pieces together. Mathias didn’t have any idea what he implied, but you knew better. He must’ve been talking about his pals from Afghanistan.

“It’s fine.” Allen grinned at you. “I have you guys.”

You didn’t say anything more, only bringing his arm down to hold it. He appreciated the gesture, the discreteness of it, and smiled warmly at you to prove it. You smiled back as if to tell him he was right.

He had you, Amy, and Bob.

Slowly, but surely, Mathias could make the cut too.

“You told Amy,” You began, staying in the doorway as he shuffled through his things in his bedroom. Allen waited outside in the front yard, giving you both a moment of privacy, however brief that may be.

Mathias stopped for a moment, back turned to you.

“Are you mad at me?” He murmured.

“No,” You neared him, gaze softening. He glanced over his shoulder, surprised. But that dissolved into relief as soon as you said this. “I’m actually glad you did. I don’t think I would’ve been able to tell her.”

“I’m glad,” He smiled, taking your hands.

You smiled back, warmed by his touch.

“She loves you more than you know.”

Out of the four of you, Mathias was the least afraid of change. It took a lot of faith to carry himself the way he did, and he did so naturally. Without him, you would’ve been stuck in the same place for years.

“So, what did she say?”

Allen kicked a pebble off the pavement. When he glanced up at the apartment again, he saw you two having a conversation. About what, he didn’t know. But he could make a judgement from afar.

The way Mathias looked at you, laughed, then picked you up in the tightest embrace had him wondering if this was the end of everything he knew. It was a huge jump from point a to b, but he wasn’t stupid.

He looked too happy for it to be anything else.

You did too, talking excitedly about something he wasn’t a part of, and never would be. When that dawned on Allen, he turned away, heart in his hand. That night, he walked home by himself.

Out on the balcony where he always was, he knelt over his plants and tended to them. Basil, thyme, sage, and parsley—all Summer herbs. He snipped off the stalks and harvested them for the coming Fall.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I thought you were staying at his place.”

“If I was, I would’ve said that.” You stepped outside with him. When he didn’t respond, you instantly knew he was bent out of shape over something, but what, you didn’t know. “What is this really about?”

“Nothing,” He kept chopping his plants, but his movements grew less and less controlled as he continued. His front was already crumbling, and you just got here. “Everything’s just nice and peachy.”

“Okay, Al.” You relented, turning to the sliding door.

The sight of your back was all it took.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to.”

What remained of his hard exterior was all but gone. You broke him down all over again, and simply by letting him be. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not the distance, or the reality that he could never have you.

“Wait.” He stood up, sighing. “Don’t close that door.”

You stopped halfway through the door frame, your eyes softening at his change of heart. If he had something to tell you, you did too. And your concerns were realer than what he thought he saw out there.

“I wanna talk.”

Mathias knocked on the doorframe of his coach’s office. In his hand was the slip of paper he’d been itching to get for the past month. He handed it to his mentor, who scanned it before tossing it on his desk.

With that out of the way, the old man stood up and brushed past him in a slight hobble.

“Get your wraps. We’re gonna start with the basics.”

Allen stood with you on the balcony, his arms draped over the railing. He stared into the night as he tried to think of the words. After a few minutes of mulling it over, this was the best he could come up with.

“So, what, he propose to you or something?”

“No!” You shot him a heated look, watching his brows go up. “Is that what you were upset about?”

He pursed his lips, hands raised in denial. But seeing that you were unconvinced, he just sucked it up.

“Yeah.”

“Well, he didn’t propose, okay?”

“Then that’s all I wanted to know,” He grinned, voice rich with satisfaction. He went back to his usual self almost instantly, hopping back into the living room. “Now all I’m missing is a kiss for good measure.”

“A kiss?” You stifled a laugh.

“You know I’m only kidding.” He scraped the bottom of his flip-flops against the entry mat to clean them. When Allen faced you again, he leaned against the door frame. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

He might’ve said one thing, but the gentle smile on his face meant another. And since you couldn’t give him what he really wanted, you gave him the next best thing. You leaned forward and hugged him.

Allen’s arms went around you on instinct, like a reflex he didn’t need to think about. There, he nestled his chin on your head, closing his eyes in the embrace. Then, his smile grew out of a deep sense of peace.

Now this wasn’t so bad. He also got the assurances he needed, so why was he still so sad?

“Listen, Al.”

Mathias raised his gloved fists, bright red in color.

“I have something I need to tell you.”

With his head low and eyes up, he looked intensely focused as he jabbed the sandbag in front of him. Only they were nothing but light taps, hitting the same spot on the leather, over and over.

“Okay, then tell me.” Allen was a little unnerved that you even had to announce it. What he saw tonight, how he always felt around you, and your anxious demeanor only seemed to validate that fear.

“I’m moving out with Mat.” You finally let out.

“Oh.”

A few seconds of painstaking silence went by.

“When?”

Mathias tightened the strings of his hoodie until only his face was left uncovered. Now that Summer was ending, he could feel a cool breeze on his morning runs. The seasons were changing, and so was he.

“I don’t know, but probably sometime after his tournament. We haven’t decided on anything yet,” You answered truthfully, scanning his face for something, anything. But he gave you nothing.

“Does Amy know?”

Or so you thought.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I told her last week.”

“Right.” He looked down, eyes darkening. It was inconceivable that anybody could be so hurt over something so minor, but Allen wasn’t just anybody. “Why am I always the last one to know things?”

“I was gonna tell you, Al. I promise.” You spoke softly, taking his arms. “I just had to find the right time.”

“Why is it always Amy you go to when you know something will affect me most?” He rubbed his eyes with one hand, choking back a sob. “You guys are always keeping things from me and leaving me out!”

“We only do that because we don’t wanna hurt you!” You flushed, making him shake his head bitterly.

“You’re gonna hurt me anyway. So you might as well just say it.” Allen muttered, staring dead into your eyes as a single tear fell from his. His words were cutting, and the way he looked at you, even more so.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice broke. “I never mean to.”

He was right about being excluded, and he had all the right in the world to berate you for it. It was also selfish to expect him to react any different, especially when you’ve always known of his greatest fear.

Being isolated, physically or mentally.

“And you probably already knew that, too.” He shook his head again, turning away to get to your bedroom. But before he could lock himself in it, you grabbed onto his wrist. “You just didn’t wanna freak me out.”

“Of course I didn’t wanna freak you out,” You let out, tone desperate. “That’s the only reason why I have a hard time telling you about these things. Not because I don’t love you, or don’t feel close to you.”

“And how’s that turning out for you?” He faced you, eyes burning with truth. “I’ll find out anyway. I always do. Then I’ll find my own time to freak out. Because that’s just what I do. That’s what I’m the best at.”

Usually, he was the one making compromises in conversations, taking the fall for his faults.

“Losing my temper. Because I’m a fucking manic.”

“That’s not true!”

But right now, he was as quick as a whip.

And he was right about everything.

“It is, though. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here having this fucking conversation.” Allen glared, but his anger with you only lasted so long. “And since we’re here, you wanna know why I flipped out in the first place?”

“Why did you flip out, then?” You uttered.

“It’s not just because I have a thing for you, okay?” He exclaimed, chest heaving and face reddening.

“Then why?” You flushed, eyes darting restlessly.

“Because if you get married, you’re gonna go away.” Allen said shakily, voice faint with unbearable hurt. “You’re gonna go somewhere I can’t get to, get busy, have a few babies, and you won’t have time for me.”

Your face contorted.

“Then you’re gonna forget about me,”

It was unthinkable that you could ever cut him out of your life, but he was already treating it like reality.

“And I won’t be a part of your life anymore.”

“You’ll always be a part of my life, Allen.” You reached up to caress his face, currently streaked with tears. “Even if we won’t see each other as much, I’ll always be thinking of you. And I’d still call and visit you.”

“But that’s not good enough,” He choked.

“I won’t be far, I promise. I promised Amy that too.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“You have to learn be independent from me, Allen.”

He shook his head, breathing too hard to manage a verbal protest. You were asking way too much of him, even if it was just to live out partially separate lives. You were his rock, and he wasn’t ready to let you go.

“But you also have to trust me.”

A string was tied across the ring like a washing line. The gym was dark, save for the spotlight they stood under, coach and pupil. The pupil in question stood next to the line, his shoulder barely just grazing it.

Then, he ducked under it to the other side.

He repeated the motion, bobbing under the line from side to side. By bending down and moving quickly from left to right, he could dodge anything thrown at him. But the timing and range had to be perfect.

“I’m so jealous of Mathias,” He squeezed you, eyes shut tight as he whispered frantically into your neck. “He’s got everything going for him. When he wants something, he just gets it. I can’t do that.”

“I think we’ve all felt that way before,” You admitted, holding him closer. “He’s the best of all of us.”

Mathias rolled under a punch, dodging it like second nature. When he rose, he jabbed his opponent twice, getting them to back up. He was a speed demon, taking advantage of their mistakes on the fly.

With the newly-established distance, he threw his fist up for a killer uppercut. It collided with their jaw, throwing their head back in a splash of saliva. And just like that, his partner fell on the mat, defeated.

“But there’s something you have that he doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?” Allen murmured, pulling back.

“Mathias and I can fight, argue, or even break up one day, but not us,” You answered, frowning deeply. “And I know that sounds bad, but there’s nothing in the world that could change what we have.”

He smiled and bowed his head at what he’d already known, a truth he constantly needed reminding of. But you always knew the right thing to say. And for that, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

“You’ll always be my family.”

“Maybe that’s why I never tried anything,” Allen said. He’d been so hung up over what he could’ve had, he never realized this was what he really wanted all along. “Because I didn’t wanna ruin what we had.”

“And what did we have?” You smiled.

He gazed up at you, eyes twinkling.

“Something perfect.”

He was your best friend, and maybe a little more than that, but he made it a point to never cross that line. What you had with Allen was incorruptible, the kind of love people spent their entire lives looking for.

“Something pure.” He kissed you on the forehead, the most innocent kind of affection one could give. And you leaned in, basking in the warmth of his soft lips. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Allen stayed with you all night. With your body next to his, he never fell asleep so fast. This may only be for so long, but he couldn’t be upset about it forever. You were moving on, and he had to accept that.

“That makes seven rompers and five pairs of pants,”

You sorted through the baby clothes in the basket Mathias held. He insisted on tagging along with you to ‘help you hold things,’ but you had a sneaking suspicion he came for another spending spree.

“Anything else we need?”

“Uhhh,” He scanned the shopping list with a focused expression. “Four pajama outfits… And a tank top?”

“Oh. That’s for Allen,” You pointed at the bottom of the note. “See how the handwriting changes?”

“Oh,” Mathias mumbled. Now that you mentioned it. When he glanced up again, you were off to look for those items, so he did what he thought would be the next best thing: doing some browsing on his own.

When he approached you for your opinion, you were still in the baby section, picking out sleepers.

“What do you think?” He held two outfits in front of you and moved them up and down. “Blue or yellow?

“Those are for newborns, Mathias,” You answered, going back to the rack. “They’re not gonna fit Bob,”

“I know they’re for newborns.”

“If I say ‘blue’ and see the blue one in your dresser, I’m seriously gonna murder you,” You sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. And frankly speaking, you were a little nervous.

“Okaaay. Does that mean you’ll spare me if I buy the yellow one?” He hummed with growing smile.

“Mat,” You shot him a heated look, embarrassed out of your wits. “The bear was cute, but this is crazy.”

“But these are cute too!”

“No, I meant you,” You sighed, stifling a defeated laugh at his outburst. “We haven’t even moved out and you’re already thinking that far ahead. Imagine what Allen would do to you if I ever got pregnant.”

“You don’t have to wait for his approval, you know?” Mathias grumbled, putting both outfits back, blue and yellow. “I know he’s close to you, but what we do is none of his business. So he should stay out of it.”

“Still,” You shook your head. “You’re going too fast.”

“I know, I know. I just got excited,” He sighed, noting how worried you looked. And it was a fair reaction given the kind of person he was. Tenacious, self-indulgent, and apparently, family-oriented.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t already learn his lesson. So he stopped you in the aisle, hands on your shoulders. “I’m not rushing you into anything. Especially not something this important, okay?”

“Good,” You softened your gaze, peering up at him. “Because I don’t wanna fight with you anymore.”

If anything, he’d save this for after the tournament.

“I wouldn’t wanna fight me either.”

You were about to give him an earful for being so unserious, but you let it slide this time. After overcoming a roadblock and months of preparation, he was finally in shape for his biggest match yet.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” He grinned. “But I’m ready.”

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Sapphires (König x fem!Reader)

Summary: You got König the drink you promised him.

Warnings: Consumption of Alcohol

Pairings: König x fem!Reader, slight GhostSoap if you really squint

Word Count: 3,029

Note: No use of (Y/N), hella fluff towards the end

a/n: hello hello! sorry that it took forever for this part but here it is. again, this can be read standalone though it is considered the second fic in my könig x crash works. also, this is long, like the longest of any fics that i posted on here. i wanted to try something a little different this time around, so please, if you have any feedback, they would be appreciated. also, im currently on spring break, so please send in requests if you have any!

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From your spot at the table, you watched bartenders and servers zip around, getting everyone’s orders and drinks. There were multiple conversations going on at the same time, none of which you paid attention to. Instead, you let your eyes wander over to a certain Austrian man. It wasn’t hard to take notice of him, as being the tallest person in the bar, but just like before in the meeting room, he leaned against the wall, as if he was trying to merge himself with it.

His civilian outfit was similar to Ghost. A black hood and dark jeans. He wears a mask too but just a plain black facemask and covering his hair was a black beanie. And like your partner, he barely lifts up his mask to take a sip of his drink, the beer bottle covering his lower half of his face. If only you had the confidence you had this morning, you would have been right there next to him, catching a glimpse of his features, even if it was just for a second.

Initially, you wanted to chat with him and apologize for being unprofessional before the mission but Soap pulled you into the SUV before you got the chance. Once you got to the bar, like high school, everyone went into their separate groups. Horangi stayed by König and you couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of jealousy. And with your upbringing, you didn’t dare walk up to them and interrupt their conversation.

Instead, you take a look back to the drink in your hand, it was the same one you’d always get whenever you drank. A simple vodka soda, a reminder of your friends from home and your time in college. How different it would have been if you stayed. To have a normal nine to five life, meeting up with friends on the weekend, worrying about bills. To have the freedom to love. But that’s hard in the life you’re living now. Always a risk of getting injured, a bigger chance of death, you wouldn’t want to put that pressure on someone. And you wouldn’t want that pressure either. The stress comes with waiting, the fear of them being dead and the pain to deal with afterwards.

“Don’t shit where you eat.”

That’s what your old captain told you. Getting involved with a team member usually doesn’t end well. You’ve seen it happen throughout basic and special forces training. If one is gone, either by breaking up or dying, it almost always ruins the team dynamic. Hell, there are rules because of that, to not lose focus of the purpose for missions. It was very rare to hear two soldiers ending up and staying together before retiring but you always heard about the failed attempts.

Even so, with all the warnings and seeing it happen first hand, you understand why. Having to go through a life and death experience with another person is something a normal everyday person rarely goes through. But with the job you have, it’s a daily occurrence. Though, you never developed feelings for your fellow team members. And yet, a six foot nine Austrian mercenary that you just met the same day made you feel something. Just sexual attraction, that’s all, you tell yourself. But, you don’t want a one night stand. You want to know what his favorite drink is, what books he’s into, what kind of humor he likes so you can tell him jokes just to hear him laugh. Maybe, just maybe, that’ll be enough for you. To be close to feel his warmth, not get burned by it. Because burns leave scars and they stay with you for the rest of your life.

“Real quiet tonight, Crash.” Hearing the familiar Manchester accent, you turn your head to catch Ghost lifting up his mask to take a sip of his drink. You got a brief glance of his bare chin. Small light scars are scattered across his skin and there is a bigger one that goes from the top of his lips and stops just before his chin.

Ghost rarely tells you anything personal, but from time to time, Simon does. Usually by accident too. Like finding out this favorite dish had a silly name or the reasons why he hates snakes is because of his father. On the other hand, you were just happy that people were talking to you, so if someone asked, your answer was immediate. Though in this line of work, you try to not make it a habit.

Not only do you wear a mask for anonymity but you have been told that you wear your heart on your sleeves and that it’s easy to tell when you’re lying. It was something about your eyes that held your emotions, so when that was covered up too, people could tell by your body language. You didn’t like the fact that you were an easy person to read, no matter how much you hid yourself. And with a partner who stares at people like a hawk, there’s not a lot to hide from him.

“There’s a lot on my mind right now, LT.”

“A lot? Or just one thing?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. He says it in a way that reminds you of your sister. The slight teasing tone whenever she’d ask if there was anyone that caught your eye at school. Then it becomes soft as she tells you to be yourself and that things will turn out fine. But you know Ghost well enough that he won’t give you any brotherly advice, especially if it’s about a relationship.

You don’t give him an answer, instead you just glared at him. He has his civies mask on, a black balaclava with the bottom half of a skull painted onto it. But without the hard plastic cover, his eyes were as easy to read as yours. They narrow, challenging your stare before he gives you a hard poke to your forehead.

“The hell was that for?”

“Being moody and silent doesn't suit you, that’s my job. Just walk up to him and offer him a drink. Promised him this morning’, yeah?”

Ghost watches you drop your mouth, shaking your head as you try to deny, “What-No, I never said that!”

“You’re a shit liar, Soap listened to your conversation before we got into the plane,” he informs you. Honestly, you shouldn’t be surprised. Yet you still are. Ghost knew of your attraction to König but Soap saying it out loud makes it real.

“Shouldn’t you discourage team members from fraternizing with each other?” You question.

He looks up, deep in thought. Ghost stays like that for a couple more seconds, before answering you, “Yes, it is one of my responsibilities. But you’re an adult, I have no say in your personal life unless it affects our job.” Lifting up his mask again, he finishes his drink. You just stare at him, not believing the words he said. Ghost, the one that’s strict on the team and stricter on you, basically giving you the go-ahead to pursue. He slides over his empty glass to one of the servers coming by, nodding at them for refill, before turning his head to you. “If you want to be technical about it, they’re not really a part of the team. We just work with them.”

Getting up from the chair, he ruffles your head, strands of your hair falling to your face. He leans against the table, taking a glance at you as you push your hair back before speaking again. “Plus, I’d be a hypocrite if I tell you to not go after him.” Another thing you didn’t expect to hear Ghost say but before you got a word in, the server comes back and hands him another glass of bourbon. He gives you a small wave as you watch him leave the table, making his way towards the opposite side of the bar and sliding into an empty seat, right next to Soap.

You took another look at your drink before downing it. The liquid burns from the back of your throat to your stomach, the soda that was mixed into it leaves a slightly sweet taste to offset the drink. You bring your glass to the bar, paying for it before heading over to where König was standing.

Unknowns to you, König kept an eye on you throughout the night. As he listens to Horangi’s plans for their next leave, his sight wanders over to you. You were the only one sitting at the table, watching people pass by as you take occasional sips of your drink. Even if he only knows you for a day, seeing how you interact with the team, a girl like you shouldn’t be alone.

Horangi stops mid sentence, taking notice that his teammate wasn’t looking at him. He looks over to the same direction, finding you sitting at the table by yourself. “You should go up to her,” he tells the giant. He watched his eyes widen and shook his head.

“If I’m being honest, she makes me kind of nervous,” König looks away but his mask doesn’t hide the blush coming up from his neck.

“Is that right?” Horangi’s eyes are still on you. But from the corner of his eye, he watches Ghost approaching your direction. “Might miss your shot.”

“Huh?” Turning his head back, he was greeted with the sight of Ghost sitting next to you. He knew you two were close, everyone does. You are his protegee after all, it makes sense. And yet, König couldn’t help but feel his heart sink just a bit. Tearing his gaze away from the two of you, he instead becomes very interested in the beer bottle he was holding. It wasn't like the lager he gets whenever he goes back home during leave, though to be fair, he hasn’t found any other bars serving it outside of the country. However, the one that he has in his hand was the closest one to it. Just a regular brown bottle with a mountain outline etched onto the side. It was simple but König liked it. Lifting his mask, he took one more swig.

Suddenly, he feels someone patting his arm. Glancing over at Horgani, he watches him slowly walk backwards. Cupping his hands, he shouts over the noisy bar, “Aleks is calling me!” Hearing that, König begins to leave his spot by the wall but stops as Horgani yells to him again, “Stay there!”

Confused, he stays by the wall. Kind of annoyed that he was left alone, he finishes his drink. Taking a glance towards his team, he notices that none of them are moving from their spots. That soured his mood a bit. Especially since Horgani was the only person that he talks to and hangs out regularly. Yes, his team is friendly towards him but König felt like he got sent back in time to grade school. As he watched his friends leave him for others. Gripping the bottle tightly, not taking his eyes off his team, he didn’t hear the small footsteps going towards him.

You should turn back, he looks hella pissed right now, you tell yourself. But just like what happened this morning, your mouth was faster than your brain, “König?”

He whipped his head so fast, you thought he would have pulled something. Bright blue eyes stare at you but he says nothing, so you ask him, “Are you alright?”

König hasn’t seen your face up close and he was mesmerized. With your hair in a simple ponytail, the light of the bar illuminates your skin in a warm glow. And good lord, your eye contact, it was like you were staring deep into his soul, he couldn’t help but mirror you. However, with your eyebrows furrowing with concern, he finally responds to you.

“Ah, yes. I’m fine,” König looks down so you wouldn't see him blush, despite the fact he’s wearing a mask.

“Oh! That’s good to hear. You looked a little upset when I came over.”

“Well, my friend left me with no real explanation.” He looked over at Horangi again and was surprised to find him looking back. He gives the Austrian a knowing smile as he lifts up his own drink. He was going to thank him later if things went well with you.

“I get that. My friends didn’t want to hang with me tonight,” you sigh. Would have loved it if one of them stepped up to be my wingman.

“If you’d like, can I keep you company?”

You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose but the drop of his voice made your heart skip a beat. Feeling your cheeks warm up, you prayed that it was the alcohol. “I would like that,” you smiled up to him. After a beat of silence, you spoke up again, “I also want to apologize about this morning.”

“For what?” Thinking back on your interaction this morning, he answers his own question, “Offering me a drink? I thought you were being polite.”

“Yes, but that was unprofessional of me.”

“I didn’t see it that way, you made me feel welcomed.” He tilts his head to the side, and while his mask is covering his lower half of his face, you knew he was smiling with how his eyes crinkle in the corners.

“Well, let’s get you that drink then.”

After weaving through the crowd, you felt relief as you leaned on the bar. König stands besides you, having to fight the urge to put his hand on the small of your back. A bartender heads over to the two of you, and König passes them his empty bottle. Pulling your card out, you also pass it over to them, “Can we get two more of those?”

A few moments pass and they come back with two bottles, already opened and your card. After signing the receipt, you slide one of the lagers to König, which he thanks you for. As he takes a drink, you inspect the glass, finding the shape of the mountain familiar. Reading the name of the brand, you smile. While beer wasn’t your preferred drink, it does remind you of home, especially since the one you hand in your hand was brewed not too far to where you grew up.

The bar was becoming a bit crowded, getting pushed back against the wood. König puts a hand on your shoulder and points at an open door that leads to the outside patio. He takes the lead this time, you follow closely behind him. People quickly move out of his way, not wanting to be in the giant’s path.

The temperature outside was cooler but comfortable. You took a deep breath of the fresh air, trying to relax yourself. It was still quiet between the two of you but it was a comfortable silence. Both of you were leaning against the rail, drinking and listening to the noise of your environment.

After a couple minutes, it was you that broke the silence. “So, do you like this brand?”

He looks at you first before glancing down at the bottle , “I do. It’s a bit different from what I get back home, but it’s the closest one to it.” Hearing that, you couldn’t help but feel pride in your home state. “How about you?”

“Oh, it’s not really my go-to choice,” you answer him honestly, “But I like this one. Its brewery is close to my hometown.”

“Really?”

“Heh, yeah,” glancing up at him, you continue, “The mountains are beautiful there. But I bet the ones in Austria is even prettier.”

König shakes his head in disagreement, ‘I’ll need to see the Rocky Mountains for myself first.”

Smiling up to him, he froze. The blood rushed to his cheeks again, although at least the string lights weren’t as bright. However, you were fixated on his face and he couldn’t help but feel self conscious. Though to be fair, he has one of the most lovely shades of blue eyes you’ve ever seen and you were trying to figure out what it reminded you of. After a few seconds, the answer popped into your head.

“Wow, your eyes are like sapphires.” Stunned with what you just said, you attempt to back out, “Oh jeez. I can’t believe I said that out loud. That was pretty corny though, huh?”

König never believed in love at first sight, but with you it, he might be convinced, “Oh no, not at all,” his eyes softened and at this point, he didn't care if his face was red anymore. “I bet anyone would have liked it.”

“I'm glad that you do.”

This was a first of many for König , The first time a girl paid for his drink, to genuinely complement him and to make him fall so quickly. And while he only had confidence in the battlefield, he was confident that you share the sentiment. So badly does he want to kiss you on the lips, but he was afraid it'd be too soon. Instead, he takes your hand that was empty. Placing his bottle on a near by table, he pulls his mask down and brings your hand towards him.

For a second, you catch a glimpse of his pale skin. There were freckles along with small scars that adorned his face. It was evident that he had his nose set back more than once but honestly, it suited him. And his lips, it was a soft shade of pink, the bottom one slightly more plump.

He could smell the perfume you were wearing, some floral sent that reminded him of spring. Your hand felt like velvet even though he could see some small cuts on them, it was signs of a solider. Someone like you shouldn't be in this line of work yet here you are.

His lips are warm, or maybe you're heating up, you couldn't tell. But you knew that once it's over, you will miss it. König pulls back but he doesn't let go and you were grateful for that.

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