age difference, older bf!konig x college student reader. literal sleeping together, because I’ve been thinking about the practicalities of trying to share a tiny ass bad with a huge man
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You soon realise that Konig is a terrible bed partner. Your bed, as its name implies, is a single. Fit for one, singular person. Not a super single, not a queen, and certainly not a king.
At first, the prospect of Konig staying the night thrilled you. You hadn’t see him for forever, you missed him, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him.
But now… squeezing together with him on a tiny bed wasn’t as romantic as you had imagined it.
“Konig,” you moan, squirming futilely against his tight grip on you. “Move over.” Like maybe, just maybe he would be able to carve a little more space out for you with him massive body.
He blinks at you, looking just as close to falling asleep as you are to falling off the goddamn bed. “My apologies, Schatz,” he says. Without so much of a grunt of effort, he’s pulling you over his chest, shifting your body to the other side of the bed, the one with a wall at the side so you won’t be at any danger of falling off.
You can’t decide which is worse. Your body dangling half off the bed, or your body pressed between the equally hard planes of the wall and his chest. Still, you try to make the best out of the situation. He must be exhausted, having just come from a mission and straight to you.
“Better?” he asks, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. His voice is softer, accent thicker with exhaustion. You hum, leaning forward to press a kiss to his nose.
“Better,” you say, lying between a rock and a hard place, lying through your teeth.
(It wasn’t better, but it was enough to just be with him. Even if his snores do keep you up half the time.)
Bucky w a reader that is going theough a rly hard exam season?🥹
Like they know they can’t stop them from cramming and pullinh the all nighters,so he just tries to take care of them at that phase as much as possible
Maybe putting a warning to the caffeine consumed?Bringing them snacks?WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE??(Hot chocolate plzz)
Taking Care Of You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Congressman/Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x College Student/Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: You’ve been studying so much during a hard exam season that you forget to take care of yourself, which worries Bucky so he takes care of you.
Warnings: Fluff, language, reader drinks a lot of caffeine while studying, kissing, pet names
A/N: @majulians-groupie thank you for the lovely request🩵
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes
Header made by my friend🩵 / divider made by me
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator
You’ve been studying all day. Starting when Bucky was getting ready for work. You didn’t take a break once, except to get something to drink. Something to drink meaning, coffee or an energy drink.
“I’ll see you tonight, doll.” Bucky says.
“Ok.” You say, not taking your eyes off of your textbooks.
“Are you going to give me a kiss goodbye?” He asks.
You managed to pull yourself away from studying to give Bucky a kiss on his cheek. He wraps his arms around your waist before you can sit back down and kisses your lips.
“That’s the kiss I wanted.” He says softly.
You giggled and kissed him once more before sitting back down to study. Bucky has noticed that you’ve been studying a lot lately and it worries him. He just wants you to take care of yourself is all.
“Make sure you take breaks from studying.” Bucky says softly.
“I will.” You say.
Bucky knows you’ll forget to take breaks from studying so he made a mental note to text you to remind you to take breaks.
The only times you pulled yourself away from studying is when you needed something to drink. Something to drink meaning, caffeine. You were too focused on studying that you didn’t even realize how much caffeine you were drinking. You went to take a sip of your soda and quickly realized that the can is empty. You sighed to yourself. You stood up from the table and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. You had a pot of coffee already made so you got a cup of coffee. As you sat back down at the table to study, you got a text from Bucky.
Bucky: Did you take a break?
You: I just took one
You weren’t lying. You did take a break. It may have been a tiny one and it was to get something to drink, but in a way, you felt like you did.
Bucky: That’s good. I only asked, because I love you❤️
You: You’re so sweet for caring, baby and I love you too❤️
Bucky: I’ll see you this evening, doll❤️
You: Ok. See you then❤️
You shut your phone off and places it back in its original spot on the table. Then you picked up where you left off on studying.
While you were studying, Bucky texted you, telling you know to take more breaks. You heard your phone go off when he texted you, but you didn’t answer him. Bucky knew you were still studying when you didn’t answer him. He sighs to himself and leaves the office. Lucky for him, he finished his work early and he was able to leave work early. When he got home, you were still at the table and studying like you were when he left for work this morning.
“Doll, I’m home.” Bucky says.
“Mhmm, yea. That sounds good.” You say, not hearing what he just said.
Bucky takes a look at the table, seeing a lot of different sources of caffeine. Then he looks in the kitchen, seeing more on the counter. That’s enough to tell him that all you consumed today was nothing but caffeine. That’s worrying to him. Not only that, he’s also worried about how much information you’re cramming into your head while studying.
“Enough is enough, doll.” Bucky says, closing your laptop and textbooks.
“No! I was almost done!” You exclaimed.
“You’ve been studying since I before I left for work this morning.” He says.
“No, I haven’t. It’s like 1pm.” You say.
“Look outside.” He says, pointing at the window.
You looked out the window, seeing the sun beginning to set.
“What? No. That can’t be. It’s only-” The words died on your tongue when you checked the time. “Oh.” You say.
“Like I said, doll, enough is enough.” Bucky says.
“I just want to finish one thing.” You say.
Bucky takes away your laptop and textbooks before you could open either of them.
“Doll, no. You’re worrying me. You’ve crammed so much information into your brain and consumed so much caffeine that I’m scared something is going to happen to you.” He says.
Bucky is right and you know it. Your eyes began to tear up and your bottom lip quivered. Bucky cups your cheeks and looks deeply in your teary eyes.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized.
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, babydoll. I just need you to take care of yourself. Can you do that for me?” He says softly.
“Can you- Can you help me?” You asked, your voice cracking.
“You know I will, doll.” He almost whispers.
Bucky kisses you softly and then hugs you.
“When’s the last time you ate?” He asks.
“Breakfast.” You say.
“Doll.” He says softly.
“I’m sorry, Bucky.” You apologized again.
“Stop apologizing, babydoll. It’s ok. I’ll get you something to eat. Right now, I want you to get comfortable on the couch and find something for us to watch on TV. Ok?” He says.
“Ok.” You say.
Bucky kisses you once more before you went to the living room. You got comfortable on the couch and covered yourself up with a blanket. Then you turned the TV on and looked for something for you and Bucky to watch. You put your favorite movie on. Bucky came to the living room with snacks and hot chocolate. You smiled as he handed the hot chocolate to you and put the snacks on the coffee table. The warmth of the cup felt soothing against your hands.
“Thank you, baby.” You smiled.
“You don’t have to thank me, doll. It’s part of my job as your boyfriend to take care of you.” Bucky says as he sat down next to you.
“You taking care of me makes me love you more.” You say softly.
“I love you too, babydoll.” He says softly and kisses you.
marauders au where reader is a struggling director who’s movies are amazing but she doesn’t have the crew or money to develop them and then they meet Remus, a talented screenwriter, lily and Sirius, two aspiring actors, and James (he’s just there to help with the, finance the movie, and for the good vibes). And maybe throw in a little college au too
Summary: Finals have you super stressed out. Steve knows how to help with that.
Word Count: ~2k
Warnings: Bad parents, Dom/Sub dynamics, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
You were dealing with the big F's: Finals, Family and Fear of Failure. Your parents wouldn't stop reminding you of the importance of passing your exams. Your classes were incredibly difficult. And you didn't want to think about what would happen if you didn't pass one of your finals.
As you leave your latest study group, you see Steve waiting for you by his motorcycle. You're practically running to hug him, finding solace in his scent, his touch, his comforting words.
Steve has been frustrated by your situation as well. He knows you're not getting real support from your family. Well, not the kind of support that actually helps. More the kind of support that only makes things worse. He's doubtful of your defense of "they mean well". He's seen the effects of the stress and while he's worked hard to help mitigate them, there's only so much he can do.
The one big light at the end of the tunnel for both of you was your agreement to move in together as soon as you got your degree. Neither of you cared that your parents wouldn't approve of Steve, you both knew there'd be no one else for either of you. You took care of each other, supported each other, and you were tired of keeping him a dirty secret.
Besides, your parents had told you time and time again they wouldn't support you forever. Part of you knows you should've moved out sooner, but it was a truth you couldn't realize until you got a taste of what you really wanted. Steve definitely provided that. You'd be forever grateful to him for his patience.
"Hey there, Good Girl," Steve coos into your ear. "I figured you could use a break. A chance to shut down your brain."
"That sounds perfect, Sir," you agree. "Need to let my brain relax."
"Then let's put your choker on and get your helmet."
Steve didn't take you to the studio like you thought he would. Instead he parked the motorcycle outside of one of your favorite diners. The constriction of the choker reminds you that he's in charge, you're not to question his commands, but you can't hide the look of confusion on your face.
He sees your face and puts his hand on the back of your neck, "I need to take care of my Good Girl and I know you haven't been eating well lately. So we're going to get you food, water. And remember, I'll order for you so you don't have to waste brain power."
"Thank you, Sir," you happily sigh. You've been subsisting on granola bars and coffee lately. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of real food.
Steve orders you both moderately sized meals. He knows you need to eat but too much food could hurt you just as much as the too little you've had lately. He also makes sure you both drink water. He doesn't want to be unfair and order something for himself that you can't or shouldn't eat and he knows you need to hydrate. Especially after you start drinking your water and it's gone in a blink!
After the meal you're starting to feel sleepy. Steve kisses your forehead and says he's taking you to his place. Again, you're confused that you're not going to the studio but you don't question. You just enjoy holding onto him while riding his motorcycle. Breathing in his scent, feeling his muscled torso underneath your arms. The cold wind doesn't bother you much because he's just so warm.
Steve walks you up to his apartment. You hope it'll be both of yours soon. He directs you inside and tells you to wait for him in the bedroom. You don't need to be told twice.
Once inside the bedroom, you drop to your knees and let your arms relax as you wait for his orders. It's taken a lot of time and effort but you've learned how to shut down the part of your brain that feels bad for "sitting around doing nothing". Wearing the choker, feeling it every time you breath, is a good reminder and a good focus to keep you from fidgeting and thinking about what's next.
Steve walks in wearing nothing but a pair of low hanging grey sweatpants. You fight the urge to moan at the view of his tattooed, muscly torso while your pussy clenches. He steps in front of you. "Undress," he orders.
You stand as you hurry to obey. When you're fully naked you successfully fight the urge to try to cover yourself with your arms. You never have to feel ashamed in front of Steve. He's told you time and time again how much he loves seeing all of you. He's shown you as well.
"Good Girl," he purrs. He brings out a skimpy but soft looking nightgown. "Arms up."
You raise your arms and he puts the nightgown on you. It fits perfectly, like you knew it would. Steve always seems to know what feels comfortable for you. Knows what you need and how you need it. It's why you trust him enough to shut your brain down around him.
He caresses your cheek, eyes full of love, before pulling back the blankets on the bed. "Now lay down on your side for some cuddles."
You practically leap onto the bed in eagerness. Cuddles with Steve are always so restful and generally lead to more. A part of you is worried that you're going to fall asleep, but you quiet that down. You're following Sir's orders, being his Good Girl. He knows what he's doing.
Steve gets into the bed and holds you from behind. You've never felt so safe and warm as you do in these moments. He gently caresses you, giving you occasional kisses to the top of your head. Your eyelids are getting so heavy. He whispers, "go ahead and sleep, Good Girl. Pretty sure you need it. I'll hold you the entire time."
He says more but your brain doesn't processes anything other than that he's talking, it just drifts off to sleep.
You're not sure how long you slept for, but every part of you knows you needed that sleep. True to his word, Steve is still holding you and you smile in appreciation, small tears forming in the corner of your eye. You feel Steve stir and he squeezes you tight.
"Did you sleep well?" He yawns and kisses the top of your head.
"Yes, Sir."
"Glad to hear it," he mumbles as he continues to kiss you. You can feel his erection against your ass and fight the urge to roll your hips against him. "My Good Girl needed some rest, didn't she?"
"Yes, Sir," you rasp. Your need is building. He can definitely hear it in your voice because he softly chuckles against your skin.
"I think my Good Girl needs something else now," he purrs into your ear, sending electricity straight to your core.
He moves his hand down your body and reaches underneath the nightgown. You understand now why it was so skimpy; not only did it show off plenty of skin, but it gave him ready access to everything. He starts rubbing his fingers along you folds as he nibbles gently on your shoulder, making you whimper.
"I'm going to get on my back and you're going to sit on my face," he tells you. "No hovering."
"Yes, Sir," you whimper, both excited and nervous. Steve had a tendency to get lost in the taste of your pussy, making you overstimulated.
Before he lets you go he whispers, "what's your safe word?" You tell him and he thanks you before rolling onto his back.
You're quick to move into position, but you still let yourself enjoy the sight of Steve's body, his erection making a prominent tent in his sweatpants. As you're settling onto his face, Steve is already pinning you to him and devouring you. His strong hands hold you in place as he uses his tongue to reach all of your favorite spots. They're some of his favorite, too, because of the sounds the elicit from you.
The headboard is the only thing you can grasp and you do so with all your might as the first orgasm of many hits you hard and you cry out from pleasure. A small part of your brain realizes how much you've been needing this as it feels like everything in your system is finally unclenching from all your stress. It's only been a minute or so and your limbs are already feeling like jelly.
After the second orgasm, you're already crying from relief and pleasure. You repeatedly rasp, "thank you, Sir," not knowing if Steve can actually hear it or not. You try to roll your hips, a silent plea for him not to stop. He responds with a squeeze to your hips, an acknowledgement of your request as he adjusts just enough to reach that one spot he knows drives you crazy. He smiles as you cry out from the sensation and ride his face like your life depended on it. He keeps going until you cum on his face a third time.
He slows to a stop as your body goes lax, tears flowing freely down your face. He gently maneuvers you so that you're beside him, still repeating your mantra of "thank you, Sir". He looks you over but doesn't pick up on anything worrisome. "How's my Good Girl doing?"
"Thank you, Sir," you whimper. "Thank you for taking care of me."
He kisses along your cheeks where your tears are falling. "Such a Good Girl. But we're not done yet. Lay on your stomach."
As soon as you turn, Steve spreads your legs. "Such a pretty pussy," he groans. He kneads your ass cheeks for a bit before kissing up along your spine until he's covering you like a weighted blanket. He wraps one of his arms around so that he's got a hold on your throat. He kisses you once again before he roughly pushes his cock into you.
"Best pussy I've ever felt," he tells you as he starts up a brutal pace that has you keening. "Taking my cock like the good girl you are," he praises. "Taking everything I give you and begging for more."
"S--S--Sir," you croak.
"Cum for me," he orders. Your body automatically obeys. "That's my Good Girl," he groans as your pussy squeezes him tight. "Fucking you brain dead feels so good." You moan in response to his words. "You like being fucked like this? You like when my cock makes you dumb?"
"Y--Yes, Sir!"
He licks along the back of your neck, making you squeal. "I need one more from you." He readjusts you so you're slightly on your knees, making his cock feel so much deeper. He resumes the brutal pace and you start to see stars from the pleasure. "Cum for me, Good Girl."
Your body obliges and you cum with a lewd sob. He's quick to follow with a few grunts before he lets go of your throat and starts giving you small kisses along your back.
He pulls out of you with a soft hiss and immediately goes into aftercare mode. He removes your choker, cleans you up, and gives you reassurances as he holds you.
Finals are done. You've officially completed your degree. You opt to not go to the graduation ceremony, too many people. You've moved in with Steve, much to your parents' disbelief and outrage. They called you a lot of not very nice things that only reaffirmed your choice to get away from them.
One of Steve's friends at his art studio actually got you connected with a well paying job near the apartment. You were happy to finally be contributing financially. More importantly, Steve didn't object to you having your own bank account. Steve never wanted you to feel you had to be with him because of finances. He wanted you to have agency. It was something you'd probably spend forever getting used to.
Thankfully, Steve had the patience to help you out.
Okay, so this series is done, right? Barista Steve won't continue to bug me, right?!
word count: 2,719; fic rating: R; warnings: age gap relationship, slow burn, this chapter is mainly about Sy and his whole backstory. I hope you come to love this version of Sy that has come to me. I also need to note that in the first chapter the reader notices the burial flag on Sy’s mantle. I need to change the dates on that to make this story work better, because I wrote that little tidbit into the first chapter without thinking that it’d be important to Sy’s backstory. Sy decided otherwise, so RIP Bryce Svyerson, 1990 - 2009, With that being said please enjoy this story and I look forward to hearing what y’all think!
- a reminder that my blog is strictly 18 plus -
also I’ve chosen Reese Witherspoon, as the facclaim for Sy’s sister.
Sy stares at his phone, a crooked smile on his face as he rakes his eyes over the picture that you send him. He frowns as he opens his camera and plants a smile on his face before snapping a picture and sending it off and telling you to “Have a great day, Bug.” He can’t seem to keep the smile off his face throughout the day as he goes about his business. From the hardware store to the farmer’s market, his thoughts work their way back to you in his t-shirt sitting across from him the morning and it makes him incredibly happy.
But when his brain flashes back to you in Mallory’s abandoned shirt, it gives him weird mix of feelings in deep in his gut. It crosses his wires and he’s not sure that he like it one bit. Part of him regrets giving it to you and he hopes that it won’t become part of your day-to-day wardrobe. His phone rings, breaking his thoughts. He smiles when he sees his little sister’s name flash across the screen. “Hey little sister, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“First of all, I’m only 10 minutes younger than you. Second, I was wondering if you were free to get lunch.”
Sy chuckles, “Still my baby sister, 10 minutes or not. I’d be down to meet for lunch since I’m already out, meet at the diner?”
“You’re never gonna let me live down those ten fuckin minutes are you?”
He grins, “Nope, see you in 15?”
“See you in 15,” she confirms, before hanging up.
Sy backs out of his parking spot and heads towards the local diner. After finding a parking spot out in front of the diner, he heads inside to claim a table for himself and his sister. Selecting his favorite corner booth, he nods politely to the cook behind the counter and peruses the menu even though he knows it by heart. The door opens and he looks up, smiling when he sees his sister come swishing into the restaurant. She swipes her gaze over the customers before landing on him, she smiles and playfully flips him the bird before hurrying over to join him.
He slips from the booth and opens his arms to her as she approaches.
“Hey Sy,” she says, letting him wrap her in one of his bear hugs.
“Hey Will, how ya been?” he asks, dropping a kiss on her head before letting her go. The twins sit across from each other and Willa picks up a sugar packet and stary to fiddle with it in her hands.
“I’ve been good, but guess who called me this morning?”
Sy shrugs, smiling kindly at the waitress that brings him his mug of coffee and takes his sisters drink order before leaving. “I don’t know, who?”
“Miss Ida,” Willa says with a shit-eating grin.
Sy groans, “That ole gossip? What did she have to say?”
The waitress brings by Willa her milkshake and she smirks at Sy before taking a sip. “that you had a lady friend over last night.”
Sy scrubs a hand over his scruffy face. “Would it kill that woman to mind her own business?”
Willa makes a small squeaking sound. “So it’s true?! Oh my god, who was it?”
“No one you know, Will, besides, I don’t know if it’ll go anywhere, she’s too young for me honestly and I already fucked up.”
Willa furrows her brow at him. “What did you do?” she asks, voice low.
Sy groans slightly and drops his face into his hands. “I gave her one of Mallory’s shirt to wear today so that she didn’t have to make a walk of shame.”
Willa’s jaw drops open. “Two things, big brother. One, what the fuck? Two, why do you still have that bitches things at your place? Take that shit to the Goodwill.”
Sy fixes her with a stern look. “Don’t call her that.”
“Sy, I will call her whatever I want to. She left you while you were at your lowest. While you were grieving,” Willa says, sipping her shake again.
“I know that, Will, but honestly I understand why she left. I was a mess and there was no light at the end visible at the end of the tunnel yet. She didn’t know if I was ever gonna snap out of it, neither did you.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t give up on you like she did.”
Sy shakes his head, “Can we not hash this out again?”
Willa sighs and rolls her eyes, before sitting back against the back of the booth and crosses her arms. “Fine, so what are you going to do about this little fuck up?”
Sy scratches the back of his head briefly. “Well, she doesn’t exactly know that I fucked up.”
The waitress comes by and takes their orders, makes some small talk while she refills Sy’s mug and then heads off.
Willa sighs, swirls her straw in the melted remains of her strawberry milkshake. “Big brother, I don’t know how you are gonna fix your little fuck up besides being on with her, but besides that I’m gonna say one last thing about the whole Mallory thing, alright?”
Sy acquiesces with a nod.
“I don’t know what you have to do to get it, but call or text Mallory and get some closure, because you can really move on until you do. Because it’s freakin’ weird that you still have some of your ex-fiancée’s clothes 10 years later. If you want there to be a chance that things move forward with your “lady friend”, you need to make sure the door with Mallory is resolved.”
Sy huffs and scratches at his beard, “I think you’re right, Will.”
She frowns at him, “Of course, I’m fuckin right.”
He shakes his head and flips her off before finishing off his fries. They sit for a while and talk, catching up for a while before they go their separate ways.
Later That Night
Sy is sitting on his couch, scrolling through his contacts. His sets his phone on the coffee table and stares at his phone, clenching his jaw as he considers the number on the screen. He doesn’t know if Mallory has changed her number, he doesn’t know where else to start to contact her. He runs a hand down over his face and lets out a deep sigh, then picks up the phone once more and dials the number. It rings which is a good sign and he impatiently bounces his leg as it drags on. Finally, someone answers.
A melodic voice dances across the line and Sy feel his heart twist. “Hello, this is Mallory.”
Sy freezes for a split second and then clears his throat, “Uh, Hi, Mallory. It’s Sy, uh Wyatt Syverson.”
The is silent for a beat, “Hi, Wyatt. It’s been a long time hasn’t it?”
Sy hears a door shut and imagines that she’s shut herself into a room. He reminds that seeing her wedding announcement in the local paper a few years ago and he feels guilty all over again for making this call. “Sure has.”
“So why are you calling, Wyatt?” she asks, voice low and soft.
“I was just wondering if you’d be willing to, uh, maybe meet with me and talk. I’m just looking to get some closure because I think it’s about time.”
She sighs softly. “When are you free?”
“Ugh, does tomorrow night work?” he murmurs, heart in his throat.
“I think I can work that out, same place as always?” she asks, quietly.
Sy wets his lips with his tongue. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Silence takes the line once more and Sy swallows thickly before speaking again.
“Uh, Mal,”
“Yeah, Sy?” she responds.
“Thanks for doing this,” he whispers, running a large hand over his buzzed head.
“It’s the least I can do, all things considered.”
He nods, “Still I appreciate it.”
“Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Have a good night, Sy.”
“You too, Mal.”
The line goes dead and Sy drops back against the couch, rubbing a hand over his face.
He picks up his phone, shoots you a “good night text”, then shuts his phone off and goes to pour himself a drink.
The next few days go by quickly, Sy spends his days texting you more than he’s ever texted anyone, but he finds himself happier too. He finds himself looking forward to your texts with silly little emojis more and more, so its fair to say that he’s surprised when his phone rings and your pretty face lights up his screen. He smiles as he swipes the screen to answer the call.
“Hey Bug,” he murmurs, smiling to himself.
“Hey handsome,” you say, softly.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asks, pushing up from the couch and padding to the kitchen to get himself a beer. Popping the cap off the bottle, he takes a sip as he heads back towards the living room and settles into the couch with a sigh.
“I just wanted to hear your voice,” you admit, voice low and soft across the line.
He smiles to himself as his chest fills with warmth. “Is that so?”
You hum in confirmation and he hears a sniffle.
“Bug, you cryin?” he asks, softly.
Another set of sniffles come across the line.
“Bad day, bug?”
“yeah, it wasn’t good,” you whisper.
“What can I do, darlin?”
“Will you just tell me about your day?” you ask.
“Of course, what do you wanna know?”
You sniffle and then let out a small scoff, “Is it too corny for me to say everything?”
Sy smiles crookedly and takes another swig of his beer. “Not at all. So, the first thing, I did today was go to the gym, got a good workout in there then I went to the coffee shop and tried one of those drinks were telling me about and as I told you earlier, I felt like my teeth were vibrating that drink was so sweet bug,” he starts, smiling wider when you giggle a little bit at the mention of his visit to the local starbucks for a Frappuccino. He continues to talk with you until he hears you yawn, and your breathing start to even out as you drift off. He leaves his phone on the call for a while, making sure that you don’t wake up before he whispers a good night into the line and hangs up before crawling into bed himself. As he lies awake in his bed, he feels slightly guilty for not telling you about his drink meet up with Mallory tomorrow. There’s a part of him that doesn’t want the pain of what happened to him and Mallory to touch you or taint your image of him, but the voice in the back of his head tells him that he should’ve just been honest about it with you.
Friday Night
The bar is crowded, the jukebox is blaring and Sy is nervous. He’s on his second beer and contemplating having shot of whiskey when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns on the stool and meets the eyes of the woman that he was once going to call his wife and his stomach drops. Even after all these years she looks the same. Her hair is longer, face fuller but her eyes are still just as blue as he remembers. His voice dies in his throat as she smiles at him.
“Hey Wyatt,” she says, sliding into the seat next to him.
Sy clears his throat and signals the bartender, “Your drink still a gin and tonic?”
She nods, putting her purse on the bar.
He orders her a drink and a whiskey on the rocks for himself, before turning to her. “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, Sy,” she says, touching his arm softly.
He swallows thickly, heart clenching painfully at the gesture. “So, I just wanna start by saying that I understand why you left. I was a mess, there wasn’t any light at the end of the tunnel in sight and I know that it couldn’t have been easy to live with me during that time. But that shit destroyed me, I didn’t feel like I had anything left to live for after that.”
Mallory sips her drink and nods, “I know that it was awful of me to do that no matter the situation, but it’d been a whole year since Bryce died and I didn’t know what else to do. Was it selfish of me? Absolutely, but I knew that Willa would take good care of you and I had to take care of my mental health too.”
Sy sips his whiskey in silence for a moment.
“Did you get the help that you needed?” Mallory asks, softly.
Sy nods, “It took a few tries, but I did, saw a therapist and anger management counselor. I was cleared for duty about 4 months after you left. Willa picked up the pieces while still grieving herself and everything turned out okay.”
She gives a small smile, “I’m really glad to hear that Wyatt.”
“What about you? I remember seeing your engagement announcement in the paper a few years back, how that is going?”
She wets her lips, “Matt and I have been married for 4 years and we have a little girl named Hannah, she’s two.”
Sy gives her a small smile, “And you’re happy?”
She nods, “Very much so.”
Sy nods once more and Mallory clears her throat.
“For what it’s worth, I’m deeply sorry that I hurt you Wyatt. You have always been a good man; you were an amazing partner and I hope you find as much joy as I have because you deserve it more than anyone I know.”
A lump forms in Sy’s throat and he swallows it down. “Thanks, Mal, that means a lot.”
Mallory lifts her drink and tilts it towards him. “To closure?”
Sy nods and lifts his glass of whiskey. “To Closure,” he repeats, clinking it against hers.
The two of them share a smile and sip their drinks, unaware of the watchful eyes that were lingering in the corner and the shutter of the camera that was drowned out in the din of the bar.
Mallory sets her drink down and makes a sound of surprise. “I almost forgot!”
Sy watches her open her purse and rummage through it for a moment.
“I brought this back,” she murmurs, sliding a ring across the bar to him.
The lump returns to Sy’s throat as he closes his fingers over the ring. “You kept it all this time?”
“It was your grandmother’s ring, Wyatt. I wouldn’t have just pawned it. I’m not completely heartless,” she murmurs, eyes soft.
“That’s not what I meant; I’m just surprised that’s all.”
She nods, “I know, I should’ve just left it when I left but I think a part of me thought we might have still had a chance and then by the time I met Matt too much time had gone by without hearing from you and I was just waiting for the right time.”
Sy’s bottom lip quivers, “Thank you, for returning it.”
She nods, “of course. You need to give that to someone who truly deserves it and you someday.”
He smiles and turns the ring over in his fingers. “I hope I get the chance.”
She smiles and pats his hand, “You will, Wyatt, I know you will.”
He looks up at meets her eyes. “Thank you.”
She gives him a genuine smile, eyes crinkling around the edges. “You’re welcome. Don’t be a stranger. Now, I hate to cut this reunion short, but I need to get home to put Hannah to bed, she’s very particular about her bedtime routine,” she mentions with an affectionate chuckle.
Sy feels a wave of jealously rush over him for a moment before he nods. “Alright, have a good night, Mallory.”
She pulls her purse over her shoulder and smiles, “You too, Wyatt.”
Sy watches her leave and then turns back to the bar to finish off the last of his whiskey before slapping a few bills down on the bar and heading out.
Some thoughts on how older bf!Konig tries to take care college student reader while he’s away on missions…
He makes you send him pictures of every meal to make sure you’re eating. He will always respond to each picture with comments of his own, like “good 👍” or “vegetables? 🙁”
You find out that he tracks your location after receiving a disapproving text the day you decide to skip lectures for an impromptu day trip to another country. You don’t even bother asking how he knew when your classes were, he probably got your timetable from his network of informants
Somehow, he convinces you to not disable location sharing. By implying he would put an honest to god tracker on not just you, but also on your friends. It’s a joke, you think. But with Konig, you can never be too sure
He buys you a meal prep subscription box to make sure you always have food available in your fridge
He also orders vitamins and supplements for you because he wants you to stay healthy
When he can, he stalks the weather forecast and will send you reminders to bring your umbrella, or to wear sunscreen
This man will beg you to send him photos. Any kind. Of you on the way to school, you studying in the library, you doing your laundry… he loves to see your face
He religiously tracks your cycle, and will have a care package delivered to your doorstep when you’re on your period. A scented candle, a pack of chocolate coated nuts, a cheesy greeting card with bad puns, like “You’re the Berry Best” with an image of a strawberry beside… You want to tell him off for treating you like you’re extra fragile, but well, it’s a sweet gesture
He keeps track of your deadlines, and will ask for progress updates
He gets social media to stalk your posts. Gets weirdly competitive about wanting to be the first like and comment
He thinks about buying you a Fitbit or something so he can track your activity levels and make sure you’re not cooped up in your room all day. But perhaps it’s best if he waits for you to cool off about the location tracking thing first…
He also stalks every single one of your classmates and professors. It’s not hard. Most of them are on LinkedIn
implied age difference, older bf!Konig x college student reader
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The first time Konig shows up at your college dormitory, it’s definitely unexpected. Not just because his mission was supposed to have a couple more days to it, but also because you don’t remember ever giving him your address what the fuck Konig how did he find you?
Still, once the shock wears off, you’re quickly opening the door and dragging this massive hunk of a man into your tiny, pitiful dorm room. It’s messy, a battleground between you, your procrastination, and upcoming examinations and deadlines. From the looks of the papers spilling from the desk to the floor, the unwashed coffee cups, and the overflowing laundry bin, it’s clear that it’s battle you aren’t winning.
“I wasn’t expecting guests,” you say, sheepish that this experienced soldier was the one to witness just how badly you were losing in a war of your own making.
He shakes his head, the only hint of his disapproval the light pinch of your bum. Instead of talking about it (not your war, and certainly not his more grown up version of it with guns and bloodshed and whatnot), he simply takes you in his arms and kisses you.
Unexpectedly, he tastes of mint toothpaste, like he had made the effort to brush his teeth right before visiting so you wouldn’t get a breath full of bad breath and stale army rations when he returns.
Konig always has to have a pack of nuts or any kind of snack while studying. You always have a cold beverage on hand (iced matcha lattes, fruit teas with popping pearls…) He lets you steal his snacks, and you let him have sips of your drink.
(He’s not a big fan of matcha. Says it tastes like grass. His loss.)
Big boy Konig who gets hungry easily, which is a good thing because sometimes you forget to eat or you’re too tired to. So he looks at you with sad puppy eyes until you relent, going to the cafeteria with him to grab a bite. He can easily eat two servings of food, no sweat.
Konig who locks in x reader who is easily distracted. He’s hard at work writing notes (physical cue cards and all, because he’s a pen and paper guy), and you’re drawing smiley faces at the corner of his paper.
Konig who is fond but exasperated because he really does enjoy studying, the geek, so when you hover over his notes again, but gently flicks you on the forehead and tells you to focus.
