He would spoil you to DEATH!! You look at something with the slightest twinkle in your eyes, its in your hands in less than 5 seconds.
He would be very touchy if you were comfortable with it. Sitting next together? he's got an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer. In front of important people and cant be touchy? he's holding your thigh under the table, rubbing it with his thumb. In public? he's got an arm around your waist, making sure you're safe.
he would be extremely protective, not taking ANY chances what-so-ever. if you're together in public he keeps his guard up the whole time, looking at and memorizing every stranger's face while searching their body language for ill intentions. would never let you go in public alone. if he can't be there, his most trusted friend and sorcerer is there.
late at night, the cocky and smug attitude crumbles and he lets you see the true and real him. the side of him that's scared, insecure.. he turns into your baby in your arms while you hold him as he struggles to sleep. his mind flooded with fear of ever loosing you, what he would do to keep you safe.
I am a new member of Lady Gyokuyou's ladies in waiting, I'm tasked with being a poison taste tester.
I just so happen to know a bit about herbs, poisonous and non-poisonous. It's my special interest, we all have one.
Anyways, as a past time I have been collecting herbs to make aphrodisiac snacks. God forbid a girl has hobbies. I put my hand-made enhancers into some delicious chocolate brownies and hide them good so the other ladies don't accidentally get into them... again.
When they're done cooling down and ready to eat, I excitedly take the plate and march to my room with a purpose.
Then.. he stops me.
Jinshi.
Great.
"mmmm..." he softens his beautiful face into a smile. It's a terrible thing that he's an eunnich, he would make such beautiful babys.
I shake my head away from the thoughts as he speaks, "what brings you here, taster?~" he coos in a gentle smile.
"Just trying to go back to my room so I can lay down." I mumble.
He looks at the brownies on the plate in my hands and takes one. "Don't eat that!" I quickly yell. The brownie stops at his lips. He chuckles.
"Are these more of those drug brownies, taster?~"
I nod.
"All for yourself? Why don't you share?" He leans in, his forehead is almost against mine.
I can't stop the blush creeping onto my face at his implications. This is the first time he's ever made me blush.
His hand reaches out and brushes hair back off of my shoulder, he leans in and presses a kiss on my cheek. "I'll be gentle with you" he whispers in my ear, lips brushing against my skin. I shiver.
"But... you're an eunnich..." I mention.
He laughs, it's a loud, happy laugh.
"Doesn't mean that I can't have fun in other ways, taster~"
My heart skips a beat as I agree, my mind fighting with my body as I take him to the room.
He feeds me one of the brownies and I immediately turn into a mess. I'm blushing, legs pushing at my gown between my legs, my voice letting out little whines.
"oh, y/n.." Jinshi breathes out, moving close as he takes a bite of a brownie too.
My mom was in the kitchen, daddys working on the tractor. I'm trying to convince him to let me help but he refuses, says a pretty thang like me don't need her hands all rough.
He's getting older and older and it worried me, I tell him this. He grunts and pauses his work for a moment.
"Well darlin, I have hired a man to help me out." He says.
"A man?!" You exclaim excitedly.
"Well hold on-" He laughs. "Now I don't want no funny business between you two, alright?" He huggs.
I cant help but to roll my eyes.
Daddy never lets me talk to any boys at all so, I'm excited that I get to live with a boy that's not him.
Around an hour passes and momma and I are getting dinner ready, expecting this mysterious man that's gonna help daddy around the farm.
While I set the table, complaining about never getting to help with the pigs, a truck pulls into our yard. We all stand around the door excited. Well, Im the only one excited but still.
Daddy opens the door for the man and he enters and I feel a strange wet sensation in my jeans at the sight of his face.
He has beautiful blonde hair, sharp features and scars along his face.
"Well spank my ass and call me a pickle!" I exclaim.
The gorgeous man gives me a confused look. "Sorry there- yer just so handsome" I coo.
He laughs. I smile.
The man shakes my hand. The weird feeling gets stronger.
"m' names Simon, country girl." He says with an unexpected British accent. "woah! you're from the tea country!" I joke, he laughs and I smile.
We all sit down for dinner while daddy sets ground rules.\
Simon and Y/N is to not be alone together
Simon can't go into Y/N's room under any circumstance
Y/N now has to be inside and in bed by 10 pm
"Daddy why are you giving me a curfew? I'm 20 for cryin o' loud!" I whine.
"Can't give Simon one, I don't want you two outside- at night- at the same time while 'm sleeping." Daddy huffs.
Whatever...
We get to know Simon and I'm fascinated by him. Well, more fascinated by how my body is acting. I am so confused on why it feels like I've just pissed in my jeans but, I figure that's something I should ask momma in private.
Night time comes around and I take me my nightly bubble bath. My hand finds its way between my thighs in curiosity, my body just acting without me thinking. I have not a clue what I'm doing but, I know the eyes I'm thinking of.
I get out of my bath, feeling a sudden sense of shame. I feel like maybe I shouldn't have done that. What even was I doing?
After I get dressed into my pig pajamas, I step out of the bathroom and slam right into the culprit of my bath activities. Simon. My cheeks flush and my eyes widen.
"Hey" I awkwardly say, paranoid as if he somehow knew.
"Hey there princess." He smiles.
I point to my room. "' was just gonna.." I slip past him and nod a goodbye as I disappear into my bedroom. I lay on my bed and cover my face with a pillow and let out a squeal of embarrassment.
I hear Simons chuckle and my hand disappears between my legs again, unable to stop myself.
I close my eyes and pretend my hand is his. I'm unaware I'm making sounds until my dad barges in when Simons name fell from my mouth.
"Simon what did I tell you?!" He yells but quickly realizes I'm alone. I get embarrassed and shameful and start sobbing.
"Oh sweet pea..." daddy walks over and hugs me tightly as I cry. He reassures me that it's normal and he's not upset or mad or anything. "I thought- oh sweet pea.." He kisses the side of my head as I cry. "Thought you weren't my innocent little girl anymore, that's why I came in here mad.." He murmurs and gives me another head kiss.
"Not- I wouldn't be mad if you did do that but- if you did it with someone you just met, like Simon. You deserve the best baby girl." He rewords himself. I smile and sniffle and pull away. I get a forehead kiss and he leaves.
I lay on my bed with a sigh.
I have dreams of Simon replacing my hand, its perfect dreams..
she loves to play with your beautiful and soft hair
you two often shower together, basking in the warm water as your skin to skin washing each others hair
she reads her savage starlight comics to you while you two cuddle, even making little sound affects and changing her voice to different pitches to mimic the characters
she was so scared to admit to you about her immunity but when you found out, you thought it was so cool
you didn't find out in the way she had hoped, you had been tackled by a walker and she threw herself at it and got a little bite on her tummy and you didnt notice until that night and you had a panic attack when she explains
shes GREAT at comforting you, always knowing the right words
calls you "pretty girl", "good girl", "pretty thang" (with a forced country accent)
you two live on the farm together and just mess around on it
when joel passed away, she got even more protective of you which, you didn't think was possible
she never learned how to braid so, you braid her hair for her every night to soothe her to sleep
ellie occasionally cracks jokes while you guys are on a run for supplies to make the air less tense
you've been waking up in tears, cant bring yourself to eat, struggle to shower. its worrying your boyfriend, simon.
before all of this shot onto you both, he would call you his happy american girl, poking fun at you because of the past drama between the brits and americans.
simon has been working extra hours and becoming a sleep deprived beast for more money. why? to be able to pay for your therapy. you're aware that he's doing that for you and you insist and plead for him to not work so hard, that you'll be fine.
he started to believe you... that was until he found you with the blade resting on your arm but your perfect skin still uncut. he ran over and stopped you. he cried all night long- you did to.
he knew you needed help, he knew he wasn't enough.
no matter how much love, support, comfort he gave you... none of it fixed you. why cant he fix you? he's used to fixing everything so this is new.
he knows that you absolutely love art. he tried to convince you to go to the art museum with him and while that sounds like a great idea, you couldn't get yourself out of bed for anything.
he started making paintings for you, bringing the museum to you.
today, he came home after his shift and immediately fed you and helped you bath. he got you to sit on the couch, which is progress, and he turned on your favorite show and got you all warm and comfy with your pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. he also gives you some water to sip on.
when simons sure that you will be okay for a few hours, he disappears into his art studio and gets to work.
after around 3 hours he comes out covered in paint with a smile. you pause your show and look over.
"another painting?" you coo softly. he nods and sits beside you and hands you the painting. "heres a good memory we share, I hope it'll make you feel better.." he softly says.
its a beautiful piece of art that perfectly captures your first date together. the nerves, the tension, the love, excitement, intimacy... its perfect.
your fragile mind gets overwhelmed by a mix of the happy and the bad feelings and you start crying. this startles simon.
"what's wrong? do you not like it?" he softly asks, giving you a concerned look while putting the painting to the side and holds your hands.
"no its- its perfect" you choke out in cry's. "its just- you're so good at this, you could be famous with this but instead... your wasting your life working and it's all my fault." you cry.
you know if you weren't messed up in your head, he wouldn't have to work so much and so hard, he wouldn't have to save up pennies to ration between grocery's and the therapy you need to get better.
"no love.. no you got it all wrong. not a second is wasted because every second is with you." he trys to soothe you, kissing your tears on your cheeks as they fall.
"you have so much to do.." you choke out and gesture to the painting.
"..and i have nothing ahead of me." you sob.
"oh y/n.." his voice sounds so breathless, so helpless. "oh baby.." he lets out a few tears and pulls you into a tight hug.
"you've got it all wrong, all wrong." he whispers in tears. "please... please never- never say stuff like that, okay? I need you, more than you could ever even fathom. all my life, all my love, my mind, body, and soul... it all yearns for you... it all screams for you. I need you, love. please, oh how I wish you could see yourself from my eyes. you have so much potential and you will do great things, okay?"
he pulls away and cups your jaw ever so gently and kisses your forehead and your wet eye lashes.
"you're just going through a rough patch right now, yeah?" he whispers softly.
"everything will be okay, i'm here."
at those words, for the first time, it feels like maybe everything will be okay. the feeling lasts for only a few seconds but, its hope.
you both would stand side by side while you brush your teeth
lots of cuddles and kisses, no mask
whenever you're having trouble sleeping, you both watch your favorite TV show and fall asleep to it in each others arms
simon prefers laying on your chest to hear your heartbeat to make sure you're still breathing
he would give you back rubs to help you fall asleep
whenever he has trouble sleeping, he just watches you while thinking about how beautiful you are
when you get hot and move away he'll immediately wake up and throw the covers off and cuddles you more, removing the covers from you instead of cuddles
he takes care of your stuffed animals as if they were his own children because you like to pretend they are. he gives them all head kisses to say goodnight one by one. he only does it to make you happy.
he'll make you warm milk to help you sleep along with turning down/up the heating whether you like to sleep being cold or hot
when you have nightmares, he shows you his muscles and says "Ain't nobody getting through me to get you, love" it always makes you laugh which is why he does it
he fights to stay awake just so he can see your face relaxing and fluttering into sleep then he lets himself rest after making sure you're okay and comfortable
i look back on my dean winchester fanfic that I posted on wattpad that got 3k views and is still getting reads from 2 years ago and cringe so hard.. if you wanna read it.. here it is
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ghost is your hot neighbor you've been waiting for...
once againnn if anyone knows how to make one of those cute banners of the pictures before the post, please let me know how to do that i cant figure it out!
Since you were 13 years old, you have had a very very hot neighbor named Simon Riley.
You immediately had a huge crush on him, which your father blamed on puberty. However... this felt more than just hormones.
When you first talked to Simon at 13 years old, he was 30. You would pretend to be "hot" because your puberty fogged mind full heartedly believed he would make an exception for you.
Looking back now, that was weird as hell for you but, it's natural.
It was now your eighteenth birthday, the morning before school you run over to Simons house and knock excitedly. He answers the door, rubbing his eyes. He's shirtless with grey sweatpants on that leaves nothing to your imagination.
"Hey there birthday girl" He grumbles.
You smile big.
"I'm 18 now!" You exclaim.
"Indeed you are, princess." He huffs a laugh.
You grab his hands. He gets surprised, his eyes widen. He quickly pulls away and backs up. "What are you doing?" He asks.
"I was hoping we could-"
"Let me stop you right there. I've known you since you were 13, Y/N. Even if I said yes do you know how bad that would look?! Also, I'm 35 years old, darlin. I am 17 years older than you." He says firmly, trying to pierce it into your head.
"What does age matter? Im legal." You frown.
"Y/N. You're still in school which you should be leaving for right about now. Plus, you were 17 just yesterday." Simon huffs.
"But I'm the birthday girlll" You try to persuade him which he declines.
You go through your school day, bummed out. You tell your friends what happened and they agree with him, the age difference is pretty insane.
You don't care. How could you? Simon has been the man of your dreams for 5 years now. He's the eyes you fantasize about, his lips, his hands, him.
After school, you get dressed for the party you're throwing at your house with just a few close friends and family, you invited Simon and surprisingly he came. You tug him somewhere private.
"I'm sorry about this morning I just- I'm in love with you." You whisper with pleading eyes.
"Y/N..." he sighs softly. "This feels wrong." He murmurs.
"But its not! It's legal and- I wont tell anybody!" You beg.
He declines but, you can feel his resolve breaking. You give it up for today though.
Months pass and it's now summer time and you graduated school. You're playing around in your sprinklers in your tinee tiny bikini set shamelessly in your front yard.
You look to Simons lawn to see him washing his car, staring at you- at your body. He never has before, obviously. This is different, you're an adult now and you sure as hell look good as one.
You teasingly confront him from your yard, hollering over. "Creep!" you laugh. He aims his house at you, you squeal and he laughs.
The two of you play in the water together and you end up on the ground on top of him, grass sticking to your bare skin, your bikini leaving nothing to hide.
He blushes and you kiss him. He immediately sinks into it, grabbing your waist gently along with your jaw.
"Your dad will kill me." He murmurs, pulling away. "My parents aren't home." you quickly say.
You rush him inside, taking him to your bedroom. You take off your wet bikini.
"Fuck.. Y/N.." He whines pathetically, you love it.
He strips and hovers on top of you. You quickly tell him that you're a virgin and he pauses the kisses on your neck. He buries his nose into you.
"Forgotten what one feels like~" He coos. "Are you sure you want me to be your first?" He whispers. You nod.
when you first join tf141, everyone told you how cold and scary ghost was, how hard he was on everyone. however, when you came face to face with the "war machine", he gave you the softest of blue eyes, the gentlest voice, the softest of touches.
everyone quickly realized how much of a softie ghost was for you, you were so blissfully oblivious, not thinking much of his eyes lingering in yours as if he was attempting to memorize your features.
you got snapped out of the ignorance when he asked you if he could be your boyfriend with a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers. of course you said yes.
hes very slow in your relationship, he's afraid to mess it up by going to fast and frankly, you make him want to slow down.
his life has been so rushed since the minute he opened his eyes in that hospital room but you- you make it all slow down, giving him time to enjoy the little things.
he told you his real name, simon. he wants you to only call him simon, even on the field. he doesn't want you to be familiar with ghost so he hides him from you.
you gave him a nickname you would call him, si (pronounced sigh)
he always gets soap, gaz, or price to avoid your gaze when he makes a kill on an enemy when he HAS to.
one day, you witnessed it. you were in shock and he dropped in front of you and pulled his mask off for the first time and kissed your tears away while profusely apologizing.
you knew you would inevitably watch lives being taken, you knew you'd had to take some but, that doesn't make it any easier.
on your periods, Simon gives you warm baths and helps you with EVERYTHING. he'll rub your feet, massage your legs, rub your back- whatever you want, you got it.
loves to kiss your shoulders.
you guys have late night slow dances in the kitchen, when its dark and the atmosphere is intimate. you never have music, dancing to the beat of your shared love.
it took him a long time to get comfortable enough to touch you under your clothes, you were so patient too.
your first night together, he was so gentle with you. the mask was off, he was kissing your shoulders.
he started crying while you two were making love at the simple thought that you were his. he couldn't believe you actually loved him, that YOU trusted HIM. it baffled him and made his heart swell.
he made sure you got what you needed before getting his own.
he kept kissing on your cheeks and forehead, kissing at your eyelids too.
you would occasionally let out shy giggles which made him red and smile down at you.
