You've gotta have good biodiversity in your reasons for not killing yourself. Rotate them out like crops when the yield gets low and the soil poor. We're mixing our metaphors. Whatever helps it stick.
You like warm blankets. You like the sound of birdsong. You have a pet that needs taking care of. You have someone to outlive. You have a loved one. You think death would be boring. It's coming for you anyway. Death is patient. When was the last time you had cake? Your favourite musician is going on tour. Or maybe just a halfway decent band at your local bar. You've never seen an elephant. Isn't it amazing that the sky is blue? Aging is a gift not afforded to most. Don't let the bastard grind you down. You can't mend any suffering in the world with your death. You want to see if you can grow herbs on your windowsill. Killing yourself seems like so much effort. What does tiramisu taste like? You're trying to be curious. You're angry and spiteful. What you want more than to die is to rest. This sandwich is so good you don't want to die. Not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody, anybody who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. A stranger on the internet is holding their hand out and asking.
You haven't finished that book. It's almost strawberry season. There's a chrysalis on the porch that should open soon. There are pastries you've never tried. It's going to be sunny tomorrow. You're going to look very distinguished with gray hair. You have to outlive him. There aren't any easy ways to die. Your package is supposed to arrive on Friday. There are people who will love you that you haven't met yet.
I think one of the funniest abortion stances I've heard was from my parents neighbor. He's a like, hard-core libertarian viking larper guy who is very tall and very fat and very bald.
He believes a fetus is human with a soul, but also its "basically attacking the woman's body" so if she wants to get rid of it, that's "basically self-defense". He compared it to shooting a home invader. So he supports abortion not as healthcare, but as killing a baby in self-defense
Y'know I'm so glad someone reminded me of this. Because this was also discussed.
My stepmother did NOT like the way her Libertarian Viking Neighbor framed pregnancy as the fetus "attacking the woman". She incredulously told him this was extremely disrespectful to expectant mothers to portray pregnancy as so violent and negative.
Libertarian Viking Neighbor's response was that people consensually hurt each other all the time, and "there's like a whole community about that, with the acronym the one that starts with a B" And his reasoning was that if the mother was consenting to bring attacked by the baby, it in fact wasn't violent and negative because there was consent.
He brought up people consensually hurting each other, didn't go for one of the obvious answers like boxing or body mods or something, no he went STRAIGHT TO BDSM and he DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER THE ACRONYM
The tavern was loud in the way most of your nights with the Mighty Nein tended to beโJesterโs laughter ringing bright and chaotic, Nott the Brave already halfway through another drink she absolutely shouldnโt have, and Beauregard Lionett arguing with Fjord Stone over something that had long since lost its point.
Caleb sat slightly apart from the worst of it, as he often did, a book open in his lap, though his eyes flicked up more often than heโd admit, tracking you, always you, like a quiet orbit he couldnโt break.
You were tired.
That bone-deep, slow exhaustion that crept up on you after too many days on the road, too many late nights, too much noise and movement and people. Your limbs felt heavier, your thoughts softer around the edges.
A yawn escaping your lips, sleep pulling at you as you slowly looked around the room and saw that the only open space...
Was Caleb's lap and of course, you didnโt think about it.
You justโฆ sat.
A soft plop, settling sideways across his thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And for you? It was.
Warm. Solid. Familiar.
You sighed, already melting into the contact, your body instinctively relaxing against him.
But for Caleb Widogast, the world stopped.
Completely.
His spine locked, every muscle going rigid as if someone had cast Hold Person on him.
You.
Were.
In.
His.
Lap.
His book slipped slightly in his hands, forgotten instantly. His breath caught sharp, quiet, like he didnโt dare draw too much attention to the fact that his entire existence had just derailed.
โโฆIโโ
He didnโt finish.
Couldnโt.
Because you shifted.
Just a little.
Settling more comfortably, your weight fully resting against him, your head tipping toward his shoulder.
And then you exhaled. Long. Slow.Your body going soft.
Calebโs hands hovered awkwardly at your sides, fingers twitching like he didnโt know where they were allowed to go if anywhere at all.
โCalebโโ
Jester Lavorreโs voice cut through the noise like a knife wrapped in sugar.
โOh my god...adorableโ
He didnโt look at her.
He couldnโt.
Because if he moved if he did anything at all then you might realize what youโd done and pull away.
And he could not bear that, he did not want that, you deserve the rest.
โโฆDo not,โ he murmured, low and strained, eyes fixed firmly on the page he was no longer reading.
Jester was already grinning. โOh no, I am absolutely going to.โ
Across the table, Yasha Nydoorin glanced over, quiet but observant, while Beau leaned back in her chair, arms crossing with slow, dawning amusement.
โโฆYouโre not moving,โ Beau noted.
โIโcannot.โ
That got a snort out of Nott, who leaned over the table, squinting at him. โWhy not? Wizard boy forget how legs work?โ
Calebโs jaw tightened.
Because you were still there.
Still warm.
Still soft.
Still sleeping.
At some point he wasnโt even sure when you had fully drifted off. Your breathing evened out, your body completely relaxed against him, your cheek now resting against his shoulder like it belonged there.
It was like you belonged there.
And Caleb, Caleb did something dangerous.He let himself feel it.Slowly, carefully, his hands lowered.
One rested lightly at your side.The other after a long, hesitant moment settled at your waist.
Not gripping.
Not pulling.
Justโฆholding.
A protective, grounding touch.
โโฆShe is asleep,โ he said quietly, as if that explained everything.
โIt explains why youโre not breathing, yeah,โ Beau shot back.
โI am breathing.โ
โYouโre barely blinking.โ
Nott cackled, kicking her feet against the chair.โOh, this is so good. Look at him! Heโs gonna combust!โ
Jester leaned in closer, eyes sparkling.โCaleb, you know youโre allowed to enjoy things, right?โ
His ears went red, he parted his lips and turned his head away. โI am not....this is notโโ
His words faltered as you shifted again.A small, sleepy movement. Your hand warm and soft came to rest against his chest.
And of course, that is what did it. Calebโs entire body went impossibly still. Because now, now you were touching him.
Not accidentally brushing.
Not passing contact.
Resting.
His breath left him in a quiet, shaky exhale.โโฆBitte,โ he muttered under his breath, not even sure what he was asking for anymore.
โDid he just pray?โ Nott whispered loudly.
โI think he did,โ Beau replied, equally loud.
Jester clasped her hands together dramatically as she tilted her head to the side. "Oh, this is so romantic! Sheโs asleep in his lap, heโs having a crisis, itโs perfect!โ
Fjord grins leaning in. "I am never letting you live this down."
Caleb closed his eyes briefly.Trying to regain control, to ground himself, to remember how to function like a normal person.
It did not work, of course it didn't because you sighed softly in your sleep and leaned closer.
Fully settling into him.
And something in his chest broke open.It was warm, it felt...good.
โโฆPlease,โ he said, this time a little louder, though still soft, still careful not to wake you. โYou will be quiet.โ
Beau raised a brow. โOr what?โ
He didnโt answer immediately.Just looked down at you.At the way you trusted him.At the way you had chosen him without even thinking. "I do not think you want to find out."
The teasing stopped....well, mostly.
Beau rolled her eyes but leaned back, muttering something under her breath. Nott snickered but quieted. Even Jester softened, watching the two of you with a gentler kind of mischief as Fjord groaned rolling his eyes muttering how boring Caleb was being.
Caleb exhaled slowly.His thumb moved.Just slightly.A small, absent stroke against your side as your body relaxed more.
And so he let himself relax, finally. Book forgotten, conversation ignored, the entire world narrowing down to the weight of you in his lap, the warmth of your body against his, and the quiet, fragile realization that for once,just once he was allowed to have something good.
And he would sit there all night if it meant you didnโt wake up and take it away.
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โThat cock looks good in you, doesnโt it?โย
He snaps his hips harder, pushing you down further into the mattress.
โAdmit it.โ
He presses down on your lower back, digging his thumbs in so deep your hips will be branded with his handprints.
โLike your pussy was made for it. Right?โ
He leans in, laying more of his weight on top of you. Heโs heavyโall muscle and sinew and tattoos on sun-tanned skin.ย
โSay it.โ Heโs right by your ear now, his voice a low thrum that crackles through your chest. โFucking say it.โย
His movements have slowed to a stuttered roll, his cock reaching further inside you than you thought possible. One arm holds himself up, but the other bends at the elbow to grab your neck. He holds you there.ย
โIโm not going to ask again.โ
โI donโt know!โ you sob.ย
Ghost pauses, and then thereโs the slow, deliberate roll of his hips that rips a gasp from you. He readjusts his grip on your neck, holding you at the jaw. He stretches his lithe body further, so his breath tickles your ear. He smells like cigarette smoke and peppermint tea.
โYou donโt know?โ he asks, and you can tell itโs a trick by his dulcet toneโcan hear the sinister smile in his voiceโbut you still cry out once more.ย
โI donโt know!โ
He huffs, an amused sound, and presses his thumbs into your jaw thoughtfully.ย
โPoor girl canโt even think straight.โ
He groans in pleasure, pulling himself up to his knees and you along with him.ย
โToo busy getting her brains fucked out, huh?โ
He glides his free hand down your body, stopping to feel where your body opens for him. He touches you there, circling back and forth between rubbing your clit and where he enters you.ย
โThatโs okay, pet,โ he grunts, his hands flexing as you tighten around him. โIโll take care of you. Donโt worry your pretty little head.โ
He squishes your cheeks together, fingers digging into your jaw.
โYou just be good, and let me fuck you, okay?โ
Ghostโs breathing is growing raggedโhis movements more desperate, more primal.ย
โJust let me ruin this pretty pussy, yeah?โ
He chuckles to himself, and drops his hand down to squeeze your throat. Heโs intense, putting enough pressure on the sides that your vision grows a little hazy.ย
โItโs my pussy to ruin now, isnโt it? Youโll never find anyone as good as me, right love?โ
He shoves youโass up and face down.ย
โWhose fucking pussy is this?!โ he shouts, slapping your ass without slowing his strokes. His voice is meanโthe husky, rough tone he must use out in the field. โWhose?!โ he demands.
โYours!โ you cry. โItโs for you. Only for you.โย
Ghost pushes your hair off the side of your face, and laughs at the tears that line your lashes. His hand stays hooked on the back of your neck, pushing you into the mattress below him.ย
โThatโs right,โ he says in between gasps. โOnly I can make you feel this good.โ
You nod your head desperately, unable to stop from crying as he continues to pound into you.ย
โI know love,โ he pants. โI know.โ
He looks up at the ceiling, breathing deeply, adjusting his grip on your hip and grabbing a fistful of hair. When he looks down at you again, thereโs a cruel, obsidian gleam in his eye. He stares at you, mouth just a little open, brows furrowed.ย
โIโm gonna cum,โ he says. โAnd youโre gonna watch me when I do it.โ
You nod your head. He does too, licking his lips.
โAnd when I cum, youโre gonna cum too.โย
The thought of another orgasm makes you start to choke on a sob, but Ghost talks over you.
โYeah pet, you are.โ Heโs being patronizing with it, talking to you like youโre beneath him. โYouโre gonna cum with me one last time, and if you donโt, Iโm going to fuck you until you pass out, and when you wake up, weโll do it all over again.โ
Youโre truly crying nowโitโs all just so much in the best possible way. He watches as you whimper and pant and squirm.
โYou look so pretty when you cry,โ he says. He looks up at the ceiling again and reaches down to play with your clit. The moment his calloused fingers brush the swollen organ, you gasp and his attention immediately snaps back to you. He rubs circles into you, watching intensely as you tighten up and moan desperately.ย
โThatโs it, love,โ he coos. โJust let go. Iโve got you.โย
He works your body with a focus and intensity unreplicable for anyone other than himโtruly, he is the only one who can make you feel this good. When he finally gets you over the edge, and your orgasm feels so painfully raw and blazingly euphoric that you understand why Icarus kissed the sun, he compliments you throughout all of his own release.
โSo good, sweetheart,โ he says, gathering your hair to lay it between your shoulders. โSuch a good pet.โ
He runs his hand down the whole length of your spine.ย
โYou made me feel so good.โ
He grips your shoulder to force you even deeper onto his cock.ย
โI just want to make you feel good too,โ he confesses. โWant you to feel good all the time.โ
Your stomach flutters at his words, and he chokes from the way youโre twitching.ย
โDeserve it,โ he says, frantically chasing his high. โYou deserve it.โ
When he catches his own peak, releasing inside the condom, he moves slowly. Heโs slow to pull out, hissing from the overstimulation; slow to walk away, nipping your earlobe to say heโll be right back; slow to return to bed, watching you from across the room as he tidies himself up.ย
When he does come back, itโs with water and damp washcloths. He cleans youโdoesnโt even ask, he just does it. He lets you watch him with your curious eyesโunguarded. He lets you see him as he isโunmasked, disheveled hair and battle scars and boyish confidence.ย
โYou did good sweetheart.โ His gaze finally meets your own. He drags an affectionate hand through your tangled hair, smoothing it back from your temples. His eyes are softer now, eyeing the curves of your body with a honeyed admiration. He brings his hand down, fingernails brushing your cheekbones and his thumb brushing against your swollen lips.ย
โSo good.โ Heโs staring at your mouth and you see itโthe briefest flash of mischief in his gaze as he remembers what you had done. His eyes flit up to yours, devilish and charming, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. He has a cheshire grinโone that exudes confidence, hubris even. It is a grin full of knowingnessโof being privy to such salacious secrets; of knowing what your moans sound like before theyโre swallowed up by his lips, of knowing that you scrunch close your eyes when you climax, and that thereโs a spot on your shoulder that makes you shiver when he touches it, and that you love his hands in yours more than you love them wrapped around your throat, and that now that heโs tasted you, he doesnโt think he could ever give you up.ย
โGood girl,โ he says to himself, decidedly so. He stands and he gently prods you to get out of bed. He gives you simple orders to follow: pee so you donโt get a UTI, take this pill, drink some water, no, I donโt have any fruitโyes, I will order us some.ย
When you get back into bed, slipping under the newly-replaced sheets, dressed in one of Ghostโs hoodies, you curl yourself up in one corner and close your eyes. You keep them scrunched shut, even when you feel the weight of the bed dip and strong arms pull you closer. Ghost tucks you into his side, wrapping an arm around you.
โI donโt know how to DoorDash,โ he tells you and you canโt help but laugh, opening up your eyes to see his worried expression.ย
โYou okay?โ He rubs at your arm absentmindedly with his thumb. โI shouldnโt have been that rough for a first time.โ
โIโm okay,โ you say. โReally.โ
โWe donโt ever have to do any of that again, you know.โย
โIโm really, really okay,โ you promise, wiggling around to lay on your stomach so you can look at him. โIt felt goodโamazing, actually. I got to like, turn my brain off. Like I could just give it all over to you. And youโd take care of it.โ
Ghost hums, eyes flitting all over your face. He pauses for a minute.ย
โOkay,โ he finally decides. He cups your head in his hand and guides you to lay your head on his chest. You relax into him, and feel his own muscles soften.ย
โIโm the kind of guy that you can always give it over to me, just so you know,โ he says. โAnd Iโll take care of it. Iโm good at that kind of thing.โ He fiddles with his phone. โIf you want,โ he adds.ย
Your smile presses into his white t-shirt. โOkay,โ you say.ย
โOkay,โ he agrees, nodding to himself.ย
He clears his throat. โI really donโt know how to DoorDash though.โ
141 men finding out military!reader is only 19 after they break down from being overwhelmed and overworked??
โ this idea bounces around my head a lot actually and now i have a reason to write it down finally :) i wasn't sure if you wanted them altogether or separately so i did it separately because it's easier lol. i kept it platonic and sfw!
โ tags : gender neutral!reader, reader has a panic attack, descriptions of violence/injury/death, swearing, hurt to comfort, all platonic relationships, only half proofread
you're barging into the safehouse where he had said to rendezvous, gasping for air that your closed throat won't let through. the rifle held in your dominant hand is dropped as soon as the door is shut behind you, and you're clawing at the straps of your helmet and chest armor to get them off because it's too tight and it's too much and you can't breathe.
this wasn't your first mission. it wasn't even the bloodiest one you'd been on thus far. you could handle the gore and the death and the pure misery of the victims of these situations, because at the end of the day, you were helping them, right?
unless you were too late.
the family had been huddled in a corner, two children laying underneath their parents. there had still been two other rooms to check in the house, but you were running out on shaky legs.
he's in front of you now, looking down at you and asking if you're injured. you're sitting on the floor, heaving for breath and tears pouring from your glassy eyes.
"it's not- it's not fucking fair!" you cried out finally, trying desperately to wipe your face dry on your sleeves, but it only worked to redden your skin further. "why are these people doing this? how could someone be so cruel?"
he sighed softly, not knowing how to respond. the team didn't show emotions like this, they didn't deal with them, not like this. but they had all been here, where you are now. they had all asked why, again and again and again until the word lost all meaning.
"i mean, are we even really helping? god, these people are all already dead! why are we here? why- jesus fucking christ, why am i here?" you rambled; you weren't talking to him anymore. your voice was fizzling out, getting quiet enough that he had to lean closer to hear your unsteady words.
"i can't help these people," you sobbed. "i'm just a kid, i'm only nineteen, i can't- i don't know what i'm supposed to do! they said i was special! they told me- said i was so much better and smarter than everyone else, what a fucking joke!"
โ simon "ghost" riley
he knew you were young, but fuck, if that didn't break his heart, there was nothing left that would. simon didn't talk to you more than any of the others on the team, but you were special, like a little sibling to the team, to him. always having enough energy and kindness to make up for the rest of them.
seeing you like this was a first, even for him, the man who had seen the worst of the worst. it wasn't like he was immune to emotions, but he had spent so long pressing them all down until he couldn't feel them that this was new to him again. all he could do was offer a hand on your knee that he hoped resembled something like comfort.
"we're almost done here. the heli will come for us soon," he said quietly. "you did good, like always."
he watched and waited with you while your sobs whittled away to sniffles, never moving his hand from your knee, where you had grabbed onto it with one of your own. most people knew not to touch him, that they'd end up with one less hand if they did, but you were an exception.
โ john "soap" mactavish
at first, he doesn't do anything, just kneels in front of you and stares in shock. you're nineteen? you had always danced around the question that the team would tease you with, asking if you still had to work on your homework, but it was always a joke. now it wasn't.
instead of dwelling, john shifts and sits in front of you, almost hovering over you awkwardly as he tried to figure out what to do. sure, he was one of the more open people on the team, but when you're standing next to ghost, just smiling makes you look emotionally vulnerable.
he takes your hands away from your face and into his, placing them on your lap before gently holding your shoulders. "look, we're almost done here, alright? we'll be far away before you know it." that didn't help much, so he paused again.
the almost-distraught look on his face forced a giggle out of you. his worry turned to confusion, why are you laughing now? you probably shouldn't have been, but the big, scottish military-man fretting over you was kind of funny.
"alrigh', lass, at least something cheered ya up," he grumbled, but turned serious again right after. "higher-ups were right, ya know. you are smarter than the rest of 'em. maybe even smarter than us, yeah?" he said with a smile.
โ kyle "gaz" garrick
it wasn't that long ago that kyle was where you are now, fresh out of school and eager to prove himself in the military. except it had taken him several years longer than you to reach where you both were now; he had had plenty of time to come to terms with the horrors he saw.
now he realized that you hadn't, because you were smart and you were better than most other people, so they had thrown you in, like a minnow in a piranha pond. by all means, you were doing wonderfully for your circumstances, but you could only keep going for so long.
he sat down beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, and wrapped an arm around you to bring your head down to rest on him. he sat with you quietly, giving you the time you needed to just get it all out.
eventually, once you're more calm, he breaks the silence with bad jokes that he definitely stole from simon.
"why do twitter users make bad soldiers?" you lifted your head to stare at him incredulously before he continued, "because, they're too quick to retweet."
โ john price
the captain knew how young you were. he never told you, but he hadn't wanted you on the team at first; the second he was handed your file and saw your birthdate, he started protesting. but it wasn't up to him this time. he couldn't spare you from this, and he knew that it would always weigh on him. he knew he would always remember this, you, crumbling in on yourself in a heap on the floor.
john came down on one knee in front of you and started telling you a story about when he had started, how one of his first missions had gone so terribly wrong. you honestly thought he was just going to tell you to "suck it up" until he told you about one family he had saved during that mission, one that was still alive today. they still sent him letters, even.
"all you need is one good save, kid. and you've got dozens already," he murmured. he wouldn't say it outright, but you really were one of his best.
you remembered the child clinging to your back as you ran out of a collapsing building, the woman who's leg you had managed to get unstuck from fallen debris, the man you had stopped from being executed just in time.
price smiled once he saw he had gotten through to you and helped, at least a little, and roughly patted your shoulder. "evac will be here soon, chin up now."
Hello, I was wondering if it wasn't too much trouble could you write headcannons on how task force 141 + alejandro+ Rudy+ kรถing would react to someone getting aggressive with their s/o (physically or verbally your choice)
I absolutely live for my boys being protective
This is anon bc I'm too shy to ask on my main account xoxo
Ps your writing is amazing ๐๐๐
Aww hello! Itโs no trouble at all, I love writing this stuff! Donโt worry, I love anons so donโt be shy. Hope you like it!
141 boys + Kรถnig + Alejandro + Rodolfo bring protective of their s/o
Synopsis: Headcannons on how they would react to someone getting aggressive with their s/o
We love them protective boys
Masterlist
Simon โGhostโ Riley
Simon would try to avoid confrontation
So when you two go out you would lurk on the outskirts or in a corner
If someone were bold enough to approach you he would be suspicious
Even off duty he is always alert and looking out for you
The conversation might start as a nice one
Simon wonโt say much, youโre doing most of the talking
But when the lad or lass starts getting aggressive with you
Simon would start putting some distance between you and them
โOi mate. Back off.โ
Simon knows you can take care of yourself but he canโt help but be protective of you
If they back off then itโs all good
They go on their way and you two enjoy your day
But if they canโt take the hint and get aggressive with Simon
He wonโt hesitate to body them to the floor
When they scurry of Simon will always check in on you to see if youโre alright
Protect this man at all costs, heโs a protective bean!
John โSoapโ Mactavish
Heโs an outgoing man so when you go out and someone approaches you he will gladly start a conversation
It all goes well at first, too well
So when they start advancing towards you
He wil stay where he is but is keeping an eye out for you
Like Simon, he knows you can take care of yourself
But that doesnโt mean he does not worry about you
He will let you handle it
He becomes noticeably quieter
When they start to get aggressive Johnny is not happy
He will push you behind him
โWhat the hell do you think youโre doing man?
If they immediately back off
You will have a happy Scotsman
If not, you will have a pissed off Scotsman
He doesnโt give a shit about repercussions
He would curse them out in Scottish slang if he has to
He would also gladly break their nose for you
When they flee he would proudly tell you that he protected
Innocent bean
John Price
He would rather not lay a hand on a civilian
Heโs the type of guy to talk it out
He doesnโt like squaring up
Not because heโs afraid, dear god no
Heโs afraid he might hurt them too much, resulting in a long talk with Laswell
However, heโs not afraid to speak his mind
When they approach he will give them a curt nod
Heโs not that interested into conversing with strangers
He will chip in a few times if he feels like it
But when he feels like theyโre crossing the line, or getting aggressive
This man will not hesitate to come to your aid
โAlright mate, I think thatโs enough. Scram, before someone gets hurt.โ
As a captain, he has his ways with words
So most of the time they will leave you be after the first threat
If not?
Well, they do say actions speak louder than words
He will squeeze the living shit out of their shoulder
โI said scram.โ
That low threatening voice could make anyone run for their lives
He always give you a look over, to see if youโre alright
If he sees nothing physical on you, he will gladly bring you two home
This man is a protective bear. You canโt tell me otherwise.
Kyle โGasโ Garrick
This man is quite social as well. Like Johnny
So he would let them approach you without a problem
He does keep and eye on you
He never wants you to feel uncomfortable because of someone or something
If he sees no qualms, then youโre all good
But when he sees that youโre starting to get uncomfortable or they are getting aggressive with you
He will not hesitate to get close and personal with them
He will shove you behind him so that they canโt see you
โYou got a problem?โ
A subtle threat to make them leave
If they take the hint then you will continue on with your day
If they donโt and want to an angry Gaz facing them, then they will get one
He will shove them away from you
โFuck off manโ
Once they leave, Gaz will take hold of your hand and drag you away from there
โThat fella has completely ruined my mood. Letโs cuddle at home.โ
A fine suggestion if I do say so myself
Kรถnig
Kรถnig knows heโs a big guy
And will use it to his advantage if he has to
He knows people are intimidated by his height
Just for that if he notices so much as someone looking at you for a second too long
He will pop up behind you
And give them the meanest glare he can give
That would usually be enough to make them run away with their tail in between their legs
If they are gutsy enough and hang around you
Kรถnig will stand in front of you with his arms crossed
If you need a definition of an angry Austrian giant, hereโs your definition
โMein Gott. Leave her alone.โ
This man is serious
If they still donโt leave he will curse them out in German
Expect a lot of โfick dichโ coming out of his mouth
Yeah donโt upset Kรถnig if you know whatโs good for you
After he threatened the shit out of them and they leave
He will turn all soft on you immediately after
This bean needs all the attention you can give
Alejandro
This man has no chill
Rudy can vouch
He will look at them like prey hunting his prey
He will always be suspicious of people that he doesnโt know
He also makes sure to have at least one hand on you
Whether itโs having your hand in his
Or his hand around your waist
He doesnโt care
โItโs to protect you,โ he says
You know he likes physical affection
If they are getting aggressive with you, like I said this man has no chill
Can and will call them names in Spanish
โWhat the fuck do you think youโre doing, pendejo.โ
Usually people will run from this angry Mexican man
If they decide not to
Oh boy
He will beat them up, no questions asked
You might have to pull him away from them
And you make a run for it
You will forever remind him how he almost went to jail for you
This bean will do anything for you
Rodolfo
Unlike Alejandro
He has chill, a lot of it in fact
Heโs more like Price
Rather wants to talk it through
But when someone riles him up
He can be as bad as Alejandro
Heโs like a guard dog
Lurking in the back, watching out for you
In private, a big lovable goofball who craves your attention
Heโs not that talkative, so youโll do most of talking
When he notices they are starting to get aggressive
Heโs not happy, but letโs you handle it
When he sees you need help heโll wrap an arm around you
โHey cabrรณn. What do you think youโre doing?โ
Will throw some punches if they donโt get the memo
Heโll check up on you afterwards and ask if you need anything
oh oh - and if itโs not too much trouble to ask, an addition to mom/dad friend simon, maybe another hc where reader takes a bullet for him and heโs like "why would you do that" and sheโs all like "because your my friend" and heโs like "๐ฅน" rubbing my hands together deviously
so for anyone new, this post is a continuation of this request, but it can be read as a stand alone if you so choose! i will say simon may be a bit ooc but you've already been besties forever so it's fine. thank you to the anon who requested this, i hope i did it justice. now please, enjoy <3
so by this point it's become well established that you and simon are pretty much a package deal
one can never be seen without the other trailing too far behind
unless of course one of you (usually simon) is actually trying to do their job
but even then you both have a tendency to hover
well
the hovering is usually done by simon who will take it upon himself to sit somewhere in the same room as you while you work
but you're more direct in your approach
which basically means you have no hesitation in pulling up a chair and talking his ear off
depending on his mood/what he's working on he'll either slide something your way in hopes of distracting you into silence or he'll take part in your mindless chatter
it's usually the latter much to the annoyance of price whose come to notice that simon tends to submit his mission reports just a tad later than normal when you're around
but he doesn't dare say anything because he's just happy simon finally has someone to keep him company
even if it does mean him missing a deadline here and there
now with the amount of time you two spend around one another, there was the small concern that you two may become a bit more reckless on missions together
but honestly?
that couldn't have been farther from the truth
as much as you like messing around with simon, you're very aware that your line of work requires your full attention
so, despite how hard it can be at times, you limit your jokes and general shenanigans to the bare minimum so you can get the job done
and obviously it goes without saying that he does the same by shedding the name simon riley and becoming the infamous ghost
it was a bit startling for the team to witness this change at first
they honestly thought you two were mad at each other
but after the mission was said and done, you and simon started hanging out again and it just kinda clicked
simon probably uses you as an example to soap to be honest
anyway, point is
you both know how to keep your friendship out of the way in the field, you've practically mastered the art of it
but the moment you see him get into a knife fight with an enemy soldier on a mission, you can't help but worry
and you can't help the way your worry morphs into panic as you see a tiny red dot plant itself on his body as he finally drives his knife into the neck of the rival soldier
and you certainly can't help the way your feet seemingly begin to move on their own as you sprint toward ghost and practically ram him into the ground
and you most definitely can't help the yelp of pain that drops from your lips as you feel a searing hot pain rip through your lower abdomen
so much for those bullet proof vests
simon looks up from his position on the ground, knife in hand and ready to stab it into the poor soul dumb enough to tackle him like this
but then he sees you
he sees your face, eyes wide with shock and mouth agape
his eyes trail down your body and he swears his world nearly crashes as he stares at the dark red spot currently staining your shirt
he can only fear the faint sound of yet another gun going off before you're tumbling onto the ground
he snaps out of his daze to catch you and he can't help but feel horrified upon seeing another bullet wound lodged into your thigh
he can hold in his cry of agony and heartbreak as your breathing soon becomes labored and your eyes fill with tears
he gives your struggling form a once over before sucking in a sharp breath and dragging you to a nearby hill that was littered with enough rocks and boulders to offer shelter from the incoming storm of bullets
he settles your head onto his lap as he harshly barks out words you can't even begin to understand through the comms
you can barely register the way his hand gives your face a small smack
your eyes connect as he pulls a roll of gauze from his tactical backpack, "come on, kid. don't do this to me. just a bit longer."
even with the searing hot pain that was overruling all your other senses, you can't help but smile
you grab onto his inked forearm and he stops as he looks back at you, eyes wild and frantic
"hey simon?"
"what?"
"thanks for putting up with me."
your eyes begin to flutter open, a small hiss of discomfort escaping your mouth as you cringe at the bright overhead lights
you make a move to bring a hand up in front of your eyes to shield yourself form the harsh fluorescents, but stop your movements when the lights suddenly begin to dim
confused, you begin to look around the room only to see simon standing by a wooden door with his hand on what you assumed to be a light dimmer
he stares at you through the eye holes of his balaclava, "better?"
you offer him a nod paired with a small smile and open your mouth to offer your thanks but stop when he puts the lights back up to their full brightness causing you to let out a groan
you open your mouth once more to vocalize your complaints and throw a half-hearted insult his way, but stop when you hear the heavy footfall of simon's boots making their way over to your hospital bed
he comes to a stop by your bedside as he glares down at you, a swirl of emotions darkening his already hardened gaze
after giving your eyes a few moments to adjust he speaks, "you're the stupidest person i've ever fuckin' met."
your eyes widen as your jaw goes slack, "excuse me?"
he leans down and stops just a few inches short of your face, "i said you're stupid and i'd yank you off the field myself if i could."
you can feel your heart drop at his harsh tone but decide to soldier on, "you're in a good mood today, aren't ya?"
his eyes narrow and a growl of anger and frustration escape the lips hidden by his mask, "don't give me any of that shit, you know what you did."
you sigh, "i'm in a hospital bed, simon. i don't think i could've done anyโ"
you don't even get to finish your sentence before he's interrupting you, "why'd you do it?"
you stare up at him, confusion and annoyance evident on your face
"simon, what are yโ"
he scoffs, "the fucking bullet! you took the fucking bullet! why'd you do that? what made you think that was a bloody good idea? do you have any fucking clue what you put this team โ what you put me through?"
oh
right
your expression melts into one of sheepishness as you attempt to get in a word, but stop when simon decides to continue
"i had the situation handled, i could've taken care of myself! i'm smart, i'm capable, and i have years more experience than you do so tell me, i can handle myself! i don't need you steppin' in and throwin' yourself in front of bullets! you coulda fuckin' died!"
"simonโ"
he points a finger in your face as he continues on with his rant, "no, you don't get to call me that, not anymore. from here on out, you either address me as ghost or lieutenant, nothing else until you can learn how to handle yourself on the field. we need soldiers, not daredevils. do you understand?"
you exhale, "no."
before he can continue with his angry tangent you sit up with a painful grimace and grab the pillow the pillow your head once rested upon and fling it at him
he narrowly dodges it and stares at you with a mix of rage and pure disbelief with a glare that practically screamed, "what the fuck."
hit block limit again.
i'm afraid this may become a habit.
anyway.
taking his silence as your cue to speak, you do just that, "okay fine, you're right. i probably shouldn't have tackled you down like that and taken a bullet for you, i probably should've remembered that you're a fully capable man with more experience than me, and i probably should've remembered that the field is no place to be playing favorites. you're right, i should've kept that all in mind butโ"
you let out a small sigh as you avert your eyes to the think blanket draped over your body, "when i saw that gun pointed right at you i...i couldn't bring myself to care about any of that. at that moment, all i saw was you in danger and i couldn't have that so i did what i did. you can reprimand and punish me all you want for doing it, but i don't care. i stand by my actions."
simon eyes you for a few moments longer before grabbing onto a chair nearby and settling it beside your bed
you watch as he sits down with a small sigh, his eyes never leaving yours
"why?"
your brows knit together in confusion
"why what?"
"why'd you take a bulletโno, why'd you take two bullets for me? you and everyone else on this team know i could've handled it, so why?"
you frown, "because you're my friend, simon. why else?"
once those words leave your mouth, you're greeted with his blank ghost stare
again, he's just ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ
and you feel a small wave of concern wash over you
like
this is the same man who was torturing you with the bright fluorescent lights and lecturing you to hell just a few minutes ago and now he's just staring at you
still and silent as ever
you almost ask if he's okay, but stop yourself when he brings his large hand up to the edge of your hospital bed and begins inching it closer to yours before eventually resting it over yours
it's quiet for a few moments longer before he speaks in one of the quietest voices you've ever heard from him, "you took that bullet cause i'm your friend?"
you can't help but soften your own voice as you respond, "my best friend."
upon hearing you say that, simon can just feel the small well of tears that begin building up in his eyes
and as much as he wants to fight them off, he just can't
you, already being able to sense the internal war he's got going on inside his head, simply turn your hand so you can grip onto his and give it a firm squeeze
and by god he hates you for that
because now he can't help but disconnect your hands in favor of surging forward and wrapping his arms around you
you swear you can feel the small rumble of his shoulders as he tries and fails to conceal his quiet sniffles but you decide to overlook it because oh my god simon 'ghost' riley is crying in your arms and it's all your fault
so you decide it's best to just hold onto him as tight as you possibly can
he notices this and he just melts
what did he do to deserve you?
what overpowering force of life felt that he was good enough for the sunshine that is you?
who gave him the honor of being blessed with you?
he's not sure but quite frankly, he doesn't really care
not when you're holding onto him like your life depends on it
not when you pull back from the hug, look into his eyes, and offer him the brightest smile he's ever seen
and certainly not when you grab onto his hands and speak in that sweet honey voice of yours, "i'll always take a bullet for you. i can't lose you, simon."
jesus christ you're going to make his heart burst
he sucks in a small breath and squeezes onto your hands, "i can't lose you either, kid."
you only smile, "you won't, i'm always gonna be here with you."
words that once would've annoyed him to no end now set his cold heart alight
"you fuckin' better."
your smile widens and you lean forward to capture him in yet another hug
with his arms wrapped tightly around your body and you pressed up against him, he can't help but smile
headcanons for simon being the mom/dad friend to reader and her just eating that shit up? like yeah, that giant intimidating guy wearing a skull mask is my best friend. heโs really cute right? (he is)
anon your brain is huge and i love it, thank you for such a gorgeous request! just want you to know that your second request will be up sometime soon, i just wanted to split them! thank you again for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3
pt. 2
fair warning to anyone reading, this is my first time writing headcanons (more like a short story with bullet points because my oh my i got carried away) so please don't shoot! anyway, i've got some ideas rolling around in my head so just jump into it:
let's get one thing straight
becoming friends with a man like simon is not an easy task
while you may be somewhat quick consider him a friend because you're both skilled enough to have made to the 141, it takes a lot longer for him to also consider you a friend
the process of getting him to this point is an arduous journey and some people (probably gaz and rudy bc i can see these two being equally terrified of this man) will not hesitate to tell you to cut your losses and leave him alone
i reckon simon is the type to verbally tell you this himself
and maybe for a bit you do leave him alone
but then one day you see him sitting alone in the commons area with what you deem to be the saddest plate of dinner ever and you just crack
cue you sliding into the seat in front of him with your tupperware full of homecooked food you'd stashed away the night before
naturally he gets frustrated and a maybe a lil annoyed so he goes to leave
but then you slide your tupperware of food over to him and his movements just kinda stop as he stares at you with his typical ghost stare
think ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ
he'll push the container back toward you causing you to push it back toward him
it becomes an almost vicious cycle before he finally snaps and spits out something like, "what's your fuckin' problem?"
to most he's a scary man with an even scarier voice so that would've been where most people drew the line (let's face it though, most people probably wouldn't have sat with him in the first place)
but all you can focus on is the piss poor excuse of a meal he'd retrieved from the mess hall so you just push it back toward him one final time with a simple, "eat."
he'll narrow his eyes and straighten his posture in an attempt to scare you off but when that doesn't work he'll tell you something along the lines of, "i'm spitting it out if it's shite"
he does not spit it out
from that day on, you'll seek him out with two tupperware containers filled with whatever you'd cooked up the night before and offer it to him
the first few times he's hesitant to accept simply because he doesn't wanna get used to the unusually kind gesture but it eventually gets to a point where he just stops getting a plate from the mess hall and instead waits around for you to feed him
these small dinners you share make it nearly impossible for simon to avoid your talking
he almost debates getting up and leaving a few times but then he remembers he'd be eating soggy meat and vegetables if it weren't for you so he decides to entertain it
and to the surprise of absolutely no one he eventually starts warming up to you, even throwing in a few comments and sarcastic quips of his own
and after a long while of having these dinners with you, he decides he likes it โ he likes hearing you talk, whether it be about how you and gaz hid price's hat somewhere on base and blamed it on soap or what the latest celebrity gossip is
so what does he do?
he tries to block you out
it doesn't work because you're a stubborn little shit and refuse to let him fall back into his bubble of solitude and self pity
and he eventually realizes this so he just kinda accepts it after a while (more like a week)
and the two of you become quite chummy
well
as chummy as one can be with a person as closed off as ghost
instead you always being the one to seek him out come dinner time, he'll be the one to start finding you
it's a surprise
a delightful one
but still a surprise
his short, clipped responses will morph into longer, more thought out ones as your friendship continues to develop and you can't help but notice just how smart he really is
despite his everything that's happened to him in the past, he's actually quite in tune with the emotions of other people; his observational skills are off the charts
so you'll eventually start asking him for advice on anything and everything, even if it's not something that pertains directly to you because his wisdom outside the battle field is something to truly behold
it's amazing what can be solved without heavy loads of artillery and violence!
anyway
simon quickly becomes very used to this dynamic
you two having dinner, talking about everything and nothing all at once and while he may never verbalize it, he truly does appreciate it
he'd convinced himself long ago that his life was just cursed and that the people he loved and held closest to him were always destined for terrible things so he just closed himself off
he put on the mask and became ghost whereas simon was kept tucked away in a place no one even bothered to try and discover
but then you stumbled your way into his heart with your homemade food and endless chatter and he can't help but indulge himself
maybe having a friend isn't all that bad
and so the dinners/mini therapy sessions continue
until one day you don't show up
while he is a bit disappointed, simon decides to let it go because you've had dinner with him for god knows how long now
you probably just wanted a day to yourself and he understands that so he doesn't pry
even when he barely force himself to finish the sludge smacked onto his plate from the mess hall โ how was he so comfortable eating that for so long?
but you don't show up the next day
or the next
and by the fourth day simon is just downright angry
and a little sad and worried
but mostly angry
who do you think you are to waltz in his life, make yourself cozy in his extremely tight knit circle, and then just leave him high and dry with no goodbye? (wow that rhymed)
if you're gonna ditch him like this then he's gonna make sure you sit through the awkward pain of saying it to his face
he spends an embarrassing amount of time looking for you before he even thinks to check your room
he walks up to your door, fully prepared to slam that door open and confront you
but then he hears you fall into a particularly nasty coughing fit paired with a muffled groan of agony and suddenly it just clicks
you got yourself sick
tempted as he is to simply walk away, he knows deep in his heart he can't do that to you
which is why you open up your door to see ghost awkwardly standing there with a tray of hot soup, water, and some medicine
you nearly cry in your haze of sickness
you'd spend the past four days miserably rotting away in your bed and to suddenly have simon by your side offering you soup and medicine? it was almost too much
ever since that day there had been a gradual shift in your friendship
it started with you two coordinating who would bring dinner on which days
but then it turned into simon being the one to bring dinner nearly everyday
which then evolved into him finding you throughout the day and offering small snacks and drinks
but he's a busy man and he can't do this every day so he'll settle for sending a simple message of, "you doing ok?"
and most times you say yes
but on the off chance you say no he'll take a few minutes to message you back and forth until you feel at least a little better (no this is not achieved by him sending you bad dad jokes, he would never do such a thing!)
but eventually the man just gets so tired of constantly going around base trying to find you that he'll simply just start to linger around you whenever he's free
gruff words of assurance and friendly pats on the shoulder become a staple for the masked man
when the team becomes privy to the newly formed friendship between the two of you, it's almost scary
like
imagine this 6'4 beefy mountain of a man hanging around someone half his size just chilling
i reached the character block limit
how awkward
anyway
it's odd and you know it is so you'll play into it
like that time you loudly asked ghost to grab the blanket from your room while you two were sitting on the couch in the common area while the rest of the team filed in
and him immediately going to grab it while the team are completely gobsmacked when he promptly returns with your blanket in hand
cue soap asking ghost the same thing a few days later and only receiving a glare in return along with a stern, "i'm not your maid, johnny."
then he just walks away leaving soap to feel like an idiot
it becomes apparent very quickly that simon has a favorite and that favorite is you
especially when he's the one to sweep you up into a quick hug with a quick pat on your head after the team completes yet another mission
you make it a point to squeeze onto simon just a tad tighter when you see soap looking over in complete bewilderment
seriously, how did you tame the legendary ghost?
and honestly?
you're not quite sure yourself
you just soak it in because you'd be a fool not to
maybe one day you'll ask him yourself
maybe you won't
doesn't matter either way because at the end of the day you're the only one who can proudly call ghost your best friend
even if he doesn't refer to you as the same
he totally does he just never says it out loud because he's secretly terrified you don't feel the same
regardless
you two are very much attached at the hip
what with you constantly getting yourself into trouble all around base and ghost not wanting you piss off the wrong person
he is very much your guard dog and you make it everyone's problem
soap went too hard on you during your sparring session? ghost is already glaring at him
gaz won't stop bugging you when you're actually trying to get your work done? ghost is pushing him out the door
price is about to lecture you for something gaz and soap framed you for? ghost is quick to rat them out
it's sweet really, the friendship you have
it warms your heart thinking about it
and it warms his too
even if he won't admit it
he's just grateful you didn't give up on him even when he wanted you to
because he's found that, sometimes, it's nice to have a friend
Summary: Being partnered with Ghost was never easy. However, when you find him bleeding out on the kitchen floor and delirious from blood loss, you make a discovery. The L.T loves to talk.
Requested by Anon:
#57 You're shaking.
A/N: Some Sunshine to feed you while I work on Anything III.
Category: Mutual Pining
Warnings: Description of injury || Graphic language
You weren't a medic by any means.ย
There was the combat first aid course that you were all forced to do during basic training, but that had been a century ago. You'd handled your own injuries when an enemy sniper would get a lucky shot. Again, there's not much to do there other than put some pressure on it.
Otherwise, you were fairly inexperienced when it came to handling injured team members. There were shortfalls to being a sniper, hand-to-hand combat wasn't as relevant and having to provide first aid was rare.ย
You call them shortfalls because now, in a situation where those skills are required, you're fucking struggling.ย
You'd opened the door to the safe house with a sigh, frowning when you couldn't see Ghost through the windows. You'd assumed he'd be waiting for you to arrive from your nest but clearly, he didn't give enough of a fuck to wait around.ย
You could have died en route and he'd be sleeping.ย
For some reason, the thought hurt.ย
You could think of a million things that he probably thought more important than you; staring at a wall being high on the list. What you hadnโt expected, was to find him collapsed on the kitchen floor.
โGhost,โ you rasped, choking on his name. His eyes flickered open at the sound of your voice, the relief palpable in his gaze. He groaned and let his head fall back against the wall with a strangled noise. You were frozen. Youโd never seen him injured and honestly, you thought that you never would.ย
Youโd even told Soap that Ghost was probably just a bootleg Robo-Cop beneath the mask.ย ย
But, the blood soaking through his uniform said otherwise.ย
โYou gonna give me hand or not?โ His voice was low and rough. It had no edge, though. There was no bite behind his words like there usually was and it scared you. The man hated your guts and if he was too injured to convey that then he was definitely dying.ย
โOh God,โ you breathed, leaning your rifle against the wall slowly. Your eyes never left his crumpled form and his eyes never left your face. โOh God.โย
You slid to your knees, rushing to his side with frantic curses. You couldnโt see the extent of the wound from beneath his armour and he clearly didnโt have enough strength to take it off himself.ย
โStab wound,โ Ghost offered the cause of injury through gritted teeth. โGot me good.โย
โThis shit needs to come off,โ you tugged at his armour, reaching for the quick-release cord. The man groaned but he didnโt object. One hard tug of the plastic ligature had the vest falling apart at every seam, the line now loose in your hand.ย
โFuck,โ the man gave a startled chuckle, taking a large breath with his chest free from pressure. โFeel better already.โย
You didnโt reply, eyes narrowed on the wound beneath his ribs. You pulled up his shirt, tucking it beneath his arms as you scanned over the injury. It was clean cut, a clear entry wound that was steadily leaking a shit tonne of blood.ย
No sounds of air sucking in through the jagged flesh and you thanked whoever was listening that it wasnโt a punctured lung. You didnโt have any seals on you and you didnโt want to slap him with some duct tape instead. Heโd never let you live that down.
โHowโs it lookinโ, Sunshine?โ Ghost asked, breathing heavily.
โUnfortunately,โ you began, pressing the cotton padding from your kit against the wound, โif you apply pressure, youโll live.โย
โUnfortunately?โ He coughed,ย the sound strained and you could tell he immediately regretted the movement.ย
โVery fucking unfortunate,โ you confirmed with faux seriousness.ย
You stuck a gauze pad to the wound once you had finished packing it, reaching into your med pouch for a bandage. Youโd wrap it around his midriff to keep pressure on the wound, you decided.ย
โA ray of Sunshine you are, as per fuckinโ usual.โย
You clenched your jaw, reminding yourself that he was injured and that you couldnโt stick a finger knuckle-deep in his wound as retaliation. At the very least, he was back to hating you. Meant he wasnโt dying any time soon.ย
You frowned at the bandage in your hands, desperately trying to remove the plastic wrapping. You couldnโt think straight and your body felt jittery as the adrenline began to settle. You couldnโt believe how vulnerable he was, unable to gather the strength to take off his own body armour.ย
You hated it.ย
Why the fuck couldnโt you open this wrapping?ย
You pulled harder on the plastic, trying to bring your heart rate down. Why were you breathing so hard?ย
A gloved hand fell over your own.ย
Your frantic tugging came to an immediate halt and your eyes snapped up to meet his, startled. Ghost's gaze was half lidded but just as intense as always, grazing over your features. Heat flushed through your body at his drunken stare. You knew it was from the blood loss, you knew he could barely see straight, but that kind of look was reserved for someone he was sharing a bed with and you couldn't function at the sight of it.ย
For a moment he said nothing, blinking slowly- too slowly- as he took in a breath.ย
"Relax, kid," he murmured eventually. "I'm okay."
You swallowed hard.ย
His fingers were soft over your own, too weak to apply pressure but curled over your hand just the same.ย
"I am relaxed." You bit back at him, returning your gaze to the stupid fucking bandage beneath both of your hands. You didn't want him to see how much this affected you, you didn't want him to think you were a cowardly mess.ย
There was a soft huff as he patted your hand lightly. "You're shaking, Sunshine."
You sucked in a breath.
Your eyes flickered back to meet his, lips trembling at your exposure. He knew. The gentleness in his gaze was otherworldly, so foreign you wondered if it was even Simon Riley beneath the mask. Blood loss was clearly doing a number on him and he was doing a number on you.ย
โIโm a sniper, Sir.โ You coughed, trying to tear yourself from the sudden intimacy of the situation. โI donโt shake.โ
Ghost tutted from beneath his mask.ย
โHavenโt been with the right bloke, then.โย
Your jaw dropped.ย
Ghost blinked at you as though he couldnโt believe what had come out of his mouth, either. Jesus fucking Christ. You suddenly realised why Soap had made fun of Ghost for never drinking when youโd all be at the pub. You remembered asking the Sarge why the masked enigma would always bail after an hour or two and his response was simple.ย
โThe L.T canโt hold his tongue when heโs on the piss.โย
You thought that implied aggression.ย
Clearly not.
โThere is no right bloke,โ you rasped, slowly pulling the bandage from beneath his hand. The loss of contact left you feeling empty but suddenly you could breathe a little easier.ย
Your fingers shook violently as you tried for the plastic wrapper again and your gaze flickered to Ghostโs face, praying he hadnโt noticed. You should have known better.ย
His eyes were on your trembling digits, a soft exhale making itโs way to your ears.ย
โLooks like Iโve proved you wrong, Sunshine.โย
The words were low but there was no heat behind them. It didnโt feel lustful, they were murmured like an afterthought, his mind elsewhere. You wondered where Simon Riley disappeared to in his head when he looked at you.ย
โYou crack a lot of jokes for someone whoโs a literal shish kebab,โ you snapped, tearing at the plastic wrapping with your teeth. Finally, the bandage came loose.
โAnd you talk a lot of shit for someone who cares more than they let on.โ The words were fired back, demanding your attention.ย
You stared at him for a long moment, resisting the urge to squirm beneath his dark gaze. Youโd never seen that expression on him before, as though he were daring you to disagree. As if he were waiting for you to say something.ย
โCanโt care too much in this business, Sir.โ You choked on the words, unravelling the bandage.
โI believed that once,โ he tilted his head.ย
โAnd now?โ You prodded, leaning over him to wrap the bandage around his midriff. You tried to ignore how close your face was to his, how your fingers trailed against the skin of his stomach. The Lieutenant shivered beneath your touch and you kept your gaze downcast.ย
Fingers gripped your chin softly and you gasped as he tilted your face upward.ย
You were half on top of him, nose to nose and his stuttered exhale brushed against your lips. Simonโs eyes were half lidded and this close you could see the blue of his eyes, a stormy ocean that swallowed you whole. You were caught in itโs rip tide, drowning in the reverence of his stare.ย
โNow,โ he murmured, lazily examining our features. His eyes lingered on your parted lips, his thumb slowly swiping your bottom lip. โCould say Iโve had a change of heart.โย
ย ย โ STEVEN STARED AT THE GROUND, TERRIFIED. Many questions were lingering in his head as he rubbed his forehead, quickly standing up from the couch and begin pacing around the living room. "This doesn't make sense. It's me but it's not me." Steven muttered.
ย ย You furrowed your brows as you stood up. "Steven." You called out worriedly, reaching out to grasp the back of his shirt, tugging it softly to get his attention. "Steven."
ย ย "No, someone's having a laugh!" Steven suddenly shouted causing you to flinch from his outburst as he turned around gazing down at you with wide eyes. "I don't know who the hell those bloody good looking men are but I don't have brothers! I never had a brother. I would remember if I had a brother. . .did you know about this all this time?"
ย ย Steven was going through a series of emotions but the most prominent emotion he was feeling was hurt. "You know all this time of these people and you didn't think of telling me!" Steven shouted, stepping back from you as his eyes softened with hurt. "You didn't tell me?" His voice broke as tears filled his eyes. His lips trembled as he tried to hold back his emotions. "Darling, we tell each other everything. We've been together since you went to Law school. I thought we had no secrets from each other."
ย ย Your heart pounded in your chest as you fiddled with the hem of the long sleeves of Marc's sweater. "I swear, I thought they were your brother's!" Your voice strained holding back the lump forming in your throat. "They. . .They told me not to tell you! I thought it was because they wanted to surprise you with us meeting since I never met your brothers."
ย ย Steven never yelled at you, ever, during the relationship. You were confused as well that he said he had no brothers. You weren't imagining them at all, you know you saw them. You were just with Marc not that long ago. And you were with Jake in the morning. All of this was strange.
ย ย Steven abruptly brushed past you as he started muttering to himself. He knelt down, frantically looking through the bookshelf to search for something. "I know it's here somewhere." He grumbled, throwing books harshly over his shoulder.
ย ย Desperately, you tried to catch the books because you knew how precious his books were to him and you didn't want him regret throwing his books in the heat of the moment. Steven carelessly threw his books more aggressively, you let out a yelp feeling a book hit your face. You bit the bottom of your lip trying to hold back a pained shout. "Finally," Steven said as he brushed past you again without looking at you as he slammed a photo album against the dining table.
ย ย You shakily got up to put the books on the couch as you felt your lip throb from the pain of a book hitting you. Instantly, you regretted your decision of trying to catch his books for him. "Ah-ha!" Steven shouted, grasping the album in both his hands as he outstretched the album in front of you. His index finger rapidly tapped a certain photo. "I told you, I don't have brothers. It's just me."
ย ย The photo contained a baby Steven Grant as spaghetti was over his hands and messily on his mouth as he smiled widely at the camera trying to grab the camera with his messy hands. The picture was adorable but once he started to flip through the photos, it was just of him. No one else was in the photos.
ย ย You furrowed your brows staring at the photos as you glanced back at Steven trying to ignore the pain of your lip throbbing. "Steven. . .I have no clue who's Jake and Marc." You muttered with wide eyes.
ย ย Steven closed the photo album harshly as he slammed it against the table again. His hands were firmly planted on the table as he let out a deep sigh. He brought his hand and ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a laugh. "Obviously, love. You do know Marc and Jake because those photos you have on your celly. . ." Steven stayed silent.
ย ย You stood there feeling a tremendous amount of guilt. Everything felt like it was your fault, your gut told you to tell Steven, and to see him crumble from this confusion made your chest tighten. "I swear, Steven. . . I thought they were your brothers." You muttered.
ย ย Steven turned around as his eyes glistened with tears. "And you're still wearing Marc's sweater!" He shouted, letting out a dry chuckle. His jaw tightened as he narrowed his eyes at you, and a tear slipped down. "If Marc and Jake are me then that explains everything! The blackouts. Why I'm always so fucking tired. Randomly waking up in places I shouldn't be. Everything makes so much sense."
ย ย You shrugged off the sweater and threw it on the couch. "I'm sorry-"
ย ย "Get out."
ย ย "What?" You breathed out, stepping closer to Steven trying to reach out to him but he pulled away. "Steven."
ย ย You wanted to plead with him. Beg him to understand that you didn't know that Marc and Jake weren't his brothers. That you've been lied to and deceived. You didn't know if someone was impersonating Steven or there were doppelgรคnger versions of him but there was no way you could convince him of that.
ย ย Steven was hurt that you kept Marc and Jake a secret. That you've been lying for a while, he didn't know how long you've been lying to him but his heart swelled with pain. The person that he loves and trusts the most lied to him about this. "No." Steven stepped back away from you, keeping his distance as he shook his head, holding his hand up. "No. I honestly can't stand to be around you right now. I'm hurt. Hurt by you knowing this."
ย ย Your lips trembled and your eyes watered as he continued. "No wonder you're a lawyer. All you lawyers ever do is bloody lie. God, no wonder I was easily convinced because you used your lawyer's deception and lies." Steven let out a dry chuckle and then pointed at the door. "Get out. I don't want to see you right now."
ย ย "Okay." You pressed your lips into a thin line ignoring the sheering pain of your lip from it being hit by a book as a small tear fell from the corner of your eye. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand feeling the blood wipe off from your lip. "I'm. . ." You stopped yourself from apologizing as you shook your head. "I didn't know, Steven. I would never use my lawyer skills to deceive you. I would never do anything to harm you."
ย ย You walked towards the door and grasp the door knob. You looked at Steven one last time seeing a tear fall on his cheek. Desperately, you wanted to go to Steven to hug him and help him find out who Marc and Jake but you knew when to quit. When to not interfere or meddle in any business. When the "case" was closed and in this case, you knew not to stay around.
ย ย You didn't say a word as you left the room and finally, you let out a broken sob walking towards the elevator to go anywhere to get your mind off your boyfriend.
ย ย Steven shakily sat down on the couch but he sat on his books. He furrowed his brows as he lifted from the couch to look at the books. He realized that in his fit of hurt and rage that he threw his books. He frantically picked up his book to see if he damaged it but there wasn't any damage except on the corner of one book, he saw blood.
ย ย Steven creased his brows as he stared at the book. He lowered it down on his lap as he glanced towards Marc's sweater as well. Tears fell down from the corner of his eyes as he closed them. In the solemn silence of having a few moments to himself, the sudden pain of guilt filled his heart. He shouldn't have yelled at you like that, he shouldn't have accused you of using your lawyer skills against him.
ย ย Steven felt more terrible. Although he still felt concerned about Marc and Jake, whoever they may be. His concern lay more with you. But he knew he needed some time alone to process what happened. He wobbled to get up as he gently toss his book back on the coffee table, and walked over to the bathroom. His head was beginning to hurt as his eyes stung from his tears.
ย ย Steven flicked on the light as he rubbed his eyes from the brightness. Upon learning about Marc and Jake, he realized that the day he thought was currently the date was a day ahead. A blackout happened and one of the other two must have taken over. He didn't want to believe something absurd as a doppelgรคnger version of himself but rather, there were two of him living inside of him.
ย ย Steven turned on the facet and begin splashing water on his face and over his eyes. "Steven, you fucking idiot." A Chicago accent called out to him.
ย ย Steven stood up quickly, wiping his face with the hem of his sleeve trying to look for the voice. "Hello?" He called out, looking around the bathroom but the voice didn't come again. He rubbed his face as he let out a dry chuckle. "[Name] leaves for not even ten minutes and I'm already going bonkers without her."
ย ย "He really is a fucking idiot." This time was a thicker, New Yorker accent.
ย ย Steven turned around frantically to look for the voices but there was no one there but him. From the corner of his eye, in the long three-way mirror, he saw two shadows move. He jerked his head towards the mirror to see if he could catch the people in the mirror moving but there was him.
ย ย Steven rubbed the back of his eyes again as he saw something shining in the mirror. A golden necklace loosely hanging around his neck. He remembered that you said that this was Marc's necklace. His fingers brushed against the cool metal as he narrowed his eyes in the mirror. "I know you're there. . .Marc or Jake?" Steven called out, lowering his hand from his necklace and gripping the edge of the sink, leaning closer to the mirror. "You have nowhere to go now since you've been exposed, yeah."
ย ย Steven waited for a response. His eyes trained on the three-way mirror, glancing at all three mirrors as he tried to see his reflections move. "I know you're there," Steven said through gritted teeth. "There's no reason to hide anymore. Come out."
ย ย "Honestly, Steven." A voice said from the side of him. Steven jumped back and looked at the reflection. The left reflection moved as dark eyes bore into his. The person in the mirror's shoulders was tense and his jaw was tight. "Why the hell did you take your anger out of [Name]?"
ย ย "Which one are you? Marc or Jake?" Steven snapped.
ย ย "Marc," Marc replied with narrowed eyes. "Who cares who the hell I am. Why did you kick [Name] out?"
"My God, I've gone mental." Steven let out a harsh chuckle, shaking his head as he glared at the mirror. "I kicked her because she lied to me about knowing you two. By the way, where's the other bugger at?"
"No me llames asรญ y eres un estรบpido por dejarla ir," Jake replied. His eyes were harsher and rougher than Marc's were. His jaw was tense while he shook his head at Steven. Don't call me that and you're stupid for letting her go.
"I don't speak Italian," Steven replied looking over to Marc, pulling off the necklace that was around his neck, and holding it tightly in his fist as he outstretched his hand to the mirror, ignoring Jake's profanities. "Are you laughing now, Marc? Because of you two, whoever the hell you bloody handsome guys are, [Name] left!"
Jake let out a scoff as Marc rolled his eyes at Steven. "No, she left because of you!" Marc shouted suddenly making Steven flinch. "You let her leave. You were being an asshole, Steven. Truly, she didn't know that Jake and I were in you. She thought we were your brothers. And you're fucking stupid for believing that she was lying to you about that. We asked her not to tell you. We ask her to keep it a secret from you."
"And to be honest, Steven." Jake inputted, pressing his lips into a thin line as he rubbed his chin, glancing over to Marc in the other mirror. "Your girlfriend is a lawyer but she might be the most oblivious lawyer I ever met. I don't know how she didn't figure out there were three of us in one body."
Steven scowled, rolling his eyes. But he didn't say anything. Marc was right, you left because of what Steven said and did. This was his fault. His lips turned into a frown as his eyes lowered to the sink. The necklace slipped through his fingers, and the clanking of the necklace filled the air as Steven closed his eyes. All he felt was guilt for shouting at you. All because he was scared and angry.
"And you hurt her," Marc spoke harshly.
Steven looked up with furrowed brows. "I know I hurt her. . ." He ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he closed his eyes again, letting out a deep sigh. "I hurt the one person who loves me. . .the one person that always forgives me for everything. And I told her to get out, alone out there. Oh, bollocks, in the middle of the night too."
"Stupid, you hurt her physically," Jake replied on the right side of the mirror as he leaned in. "You hurt our girl."
"Your girl?" Steven scoffed but the realization settled in him. He hurt you physically? He would never lay his hands on you. He couldn't and wouldn't so what did Marc and Jake mean that he harmed you physically. "What do you mean I hurt her?" He whispered. "I would never-"
"Steven, you saw the blood on the book," Marc said. "Think about your little fit and what happened."
Steven thought back to when he was scared. He was throwing the books around to find the photo album of him as a baby to prove it was only him and he was throwing the books around carelessly. He heard a faint small gasp and didn't look twice at you. He must have hit you with the book on accident because he remembered too when you were talking that your lips barely touched together and you were wincing.
You wiped off something on your face as well. It must have been the blood. His eyes widened realizing that he in fact did hit you on accident with the book. "No, no, no. It was an accident, I swear." His voice broke, pleading with the two as they stared at him harshly. "I was so scared. I was just terrified to see that there were other me's and that I wanted to prove to her that I wasn't crazy or lying. . .oh, bollocks. I hope she doesn't think I did that on purpose. I would never harm her."
"Yeah? But you did." Jake retorted, crossing his arms. "You hurt our precious girl. Instead of confronting us earlier, you pointed your stubby fingers at her and yelled at her. Now, who the fuck knows where she is. Who knows where the fuck she could be. She might be hurt, hell, even killed and it would be all your fault, Steven."
Steven shook his head frantically. "No, I have to fix this. I'm going to find her and apologize. I will deal with. . ." He gestured his hand around before he sprinted to the doorframe to run out of the flat. "Whatever this is. . .I'm just scared."
"Steven, we promise to explain everything," Marc said and for once during this conversation, he gave him a soft expression. "But you have to find her. She's walking the streets alone at night. Anything could happen to her."
"Yeah, yeah." Steven nodded, flicking off the lights as he ran out of the flat. His mind no longer was scared about the people living in his head, he was more terrified at the idea of you being harmed alone out there. And he wasn't going to allow that to happen.
You walked down the empty streets of London as your arms were crossed. You were shivering from how cold you were. You didn't understand how summer nights could get this cold still. But the coldness stained your cheek flushing away the tears. You couldn't cry anymore and you didn't want to blame yourself for what happened.
Your lip felt swollen and the blood was dried, cracking underneath the chilling weather. You could barely move it and it stung each time you pressed your lips together. It was scary to see Steven yelling at you. This type of yelling was different than a courtroom. You didn't mind getting yelled at in a courtroom, your mentor (Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson) used to do it to you all the time so you could get used to it but this type of yelling was hurtful.
You just never expected it from the one person you loved most in the world. You felt stupid for believing that the three of them were separate people. You were a lawyer for god sake and you couldn't pick up the clues that they were in the same body? And made it worse was how you felt for Marc and Jake, was it cheating having some sort of unknown feelings for Marc and Jake? You didn't know.
It was a weird and confusing situation. And it was something you didn't know how to approach. Walking down a dark street, you instantly knew it was a terrible idea. You turned around to leave the area but you bumped against something. "I'm sorry." You quietly said but there wasn't a response.
You looked up as you stepped back. A gun was pointed at your head, barely centimeters from your forehead. Your body froze from the instant fear of a gun being near your head. Your eyes widened as your chest heaved. "I don't have any money or my phone on me." You said patting your body as if the man was patting your body to find your belongings. "I have a. . .I think a candy in my bra actually if you want that. I swear I don't have anything." You rambled trying to distract the man who stared blankly at you.
"Hmm, I heard you were the girl of Moon Knight but I didnโt think he would have chose a stupid girl." The man replied, pressing the barrel against your head.
You furrowed your brows. "Who?"
"Moon Knight." The man said with raised brows. "I was sent to kill you. The courtesy of Harrow. You're lucky you not going to be kidnapped and tortured for knowing Moon Knight. Be grateful your life will be ended quickly."
You couldn't speak, you were utterly baffled. You prayed that Steven was looking for you, that someone, anyone would come to rescue you. But seeing how the man was pressing his finger against the trigger, your luck was running low. And you didn't know if anyone was going to save you. You sucked in a harsh breath as you squeezed your eyes shut waiting for the trigger to be pulled.
Steven ran to the usual spot you went to when you were sad. The pathway to the park to go on a swing to clear your mind. His legs burned from how fast he was running and it didn't help having Marc and Jake screaming in his head that something was wrong. He knew something was wrong because he felt it as well.
Steven quickly turned the corner and there he saw a man pointing a gun at your head. His eyes widened but then, suddenly, fluttered. His eyes rolled back to his head and the suit was summoned. The black mummy-esque formed around Jake's body, he didn't wait to for it to fully form as he was already at the man, grabbing his neck with his large hand and throwing him to the ground. A shot rang out and Jake started beating the man without hesitation.
His fist kept colliding with the man's face as he heard bones shattered under his hand. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. All Jake was saw red. No one touches his girl. No one threatens you. And if anyone dared to, he would kill them. You stared at the scene with wide eyes, stumbling to the floor as you cradled your arm to your chest.
You stared at the figure beating your attacker until he was dead. Blood poured underneath the man's body as it trickled down the sides of the figure's cape. You saw part of the man but you couldn't recognize the attacker's face. His face was practically gone. You were in so much shock at what was going on. "Who. . ." You trailed off.
The figure stopped punching as he stood up. Blood dribbled down his fist, pouring onto the cement as he turned to you. The mummy-esque mask formed away and your eyes widened more seeing Steven. "Steven?" You called out.
"No, mi amor," Jake called out, turning towards you. His eyes were dilated gazing at you. He killed a man but he was perfectly calm. You don't know if you should be scared or not but your arm was hurting badly. "Are you okay?"
"I. . ." You trailed off watching Jake kneel in front of you. Your heart was beating rapidly as your senses finally came in. Your arm felt like it was on fire. The sheering pain of something uncomfortable.
Jake grasp your hand in his. His eyes flickered to your hand covering something but he saw blood pouring out underneath it. His eyes widened as he grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your arm. Your upper arm was grazed with the bullet, luckily it didn't hit you. You lowered your gaze from him and looked at your arm.
You silently gasped. "Jake?" You called out, looking at him.
"Fuck." Jake let the mummy suit dissolve away as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric off in a single tear. He frantically wrapped the fabric around your bleeding wound. "We need to get you back home."
"Where's Steven?" You questioned. Your voice begin to slur as Jake grasp your other arm and helped you up. "Is. . .he okay? Are you okay?"
"Don't worry about us. We need to go back home now, mi amor." Jake replied, his arms picked you up, carrying you. Your cheek pressed against his chest as your legs dangled limply in the air. His heart rapidly pounded against his ear as your eyes were fluttering. "Just listen to my heart. It beats for you, mi amor. It will always beat for you."
Your eyes glistened with tears as you pressed your ear hardened against his chest. Your lips curled into a pout as Jake begin to run to the nearest car to steal. "Your boobs are hurting me." You lightly teased trying to keep yourself from falling asleep. "Your boobs are bigger than mine, it's not fair."
". . .they're not boobs. They're pectorals." Jake grumbled, using his foot to kick a window on a car. The glass broke underneath his foot as he settled you down on the pavement and unlocked the car.
ย ย Standing with a blurry vision, you waited for Jake. Jake quickly haywire the car and help you inside. His thumb gently stroked your face as your eyes fluttered from the amount of blood you were losing. "You're going to be okay, mi amor," Jake said. โI promise.โ
โOkay.โ You whispered. There was a certain amount of trust you felt and many questions that ran through your head. You softly closed your eyes as Jake went to the driver's seat and talked to you throughout the whole way home to keep you awake.
Jakeโs fingers grazed you softly with a cotton swab as with his other hand he stitched your wound closed. His dark eyes flickered to your face. A frown was curled on your lips as you stared at him. โI know Iโm handsome, mi amor but youโre making me nervous,โ Jake commented.
โIโm sorry. . .โ You muttered. โAre you secretly a doppelgรคnger that came here to eat my brains?โ
Jake stayed silent for a moment as he wiped off the rest of the blood. โYes.โ
โJake!โ Steven hissed from the reflection of the three-way mirror. Steven was lucky that Jake was fronting at the moment because he couldnโt handle what was going on. His anxiety was reaching through Jake and was making him nervous more than he felt like he was.
Yourโs eyes slightly widened as Jake had a smile crept on his lips. โYou know for a lawyer, youโre gullible.โ Jake retorted.
โIโm a really good lawyer though.โ You muttered shaking your head. He quietly laughed as you stayed quiet gazing at the man. It was hard to look at him because you couldn't look at him without seeing Stevenโs hurt expression that lingered in your mind. โI donโt get it.โ
โGet what?โ Jake finished cleaning you up and threw away the blood tissues in the garbage can.
โWhy?โ You muttered out angrily, jumping off the bathroom counter and stomping towards the living room. Jake followed you quickly behind you as you turned around to face him. โWhy did you deceive? Why did you make me lie to Steven for months? Who exactly are you, Jake? Are you really Jake Grant? Is Marc even Marc Grant?โ
Jake shook his head. โNo. . .โ He sighed heavily as he looked towards the nearest reflection. โIt will be easier if Marc explains.โ
You crossed your arms and waited for Marc to explain. Jake fluttered his eyes as Marc took over to front. His demeanor changed immensely as it was slightly softer than Jakeโs demeanor. Marc lowered his gaze to the floor as he walked over to the couch to sit down. He softly patted the spot next to him.
You stride to the couch to sit next to Marc waiting for him to explain. His heart rammed against his chest as he nervously tugged on the hem of his shirt. โMy name is Marc Spector.โ He began. โI. . . I have serious problems.โ He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. โI have this disorder. Dissociative Identity Disorder. Jake and Steven, theyโre my alters. We live in the same body. And I lied to you for months because I wanted Steven to have a normal life.โ
โA normal life away from whatever the hell Jake turned into?โ You questioned with raised eyebrows. โWhat are you? Who is Moon Knight?โ
Marc nodded. โYou donโt want to know, [Name]. I promise to explain it soon. . .โ He trailed off, inhaling a sharp breath. โBut Jake and I saw how well you took care of Steven. How much you loved him. And we just wanted to meet you by pretending we were his brothers.โ
โSteven never knew of you or Jake?โ You asked with soft eyes. This explains everything from why Steven had random blackouts. When he randomly disappeared for days and came back without a clue where he was at.
Marc shook his head. โNo,โ Marc replied. โWe never meant to hurt you or Steven. We meant to keep it a secret until. . .until I was ready to tell Steven. To tell you. But it all came crashing down and you almost lost your life.โ He suddenly stood up as he clenched his fist. โI should have stopped months ago. I should have stopped when the first thought came. You getting hurt was my fault.โ
โMarc. . .โ
โNo, this is my fault for falling in love with you.โ Marc chuckled dryly as he rubbed his forehead with his index finger and thumb. โI should have stayed away.โ
โWhat?โ You asked breathlessly with wide eyes. โWhat did you say?โ
Marc froze. His eyes lingered to the mirror to see the look of betrayal on Steven. His brows furrowed as his eyes were wide staring at Marc. Well, everything was coming out on the table so Marc was going to tell you everything. โJake also fell in love with you. Thatโs why we kept coming around. Thatโs why we asked you to not to tell Steven about us. . .we were selfish and wanted time with you.โ
โBut we betrayed Steven during the process of falling in love with you,โ Marc replied, his eyes werenโt on you. His eyes were focused on the mirror staring at Steven who shook his head at Marc.
You sat there quietly and you fiddled with your fingers. โI. . .I want to speak to Steven.โ You said. โPlease.โ
Marc looked at Steven. Steven breath hitched in his throat as he hesitated to reply. Marc knew how nervous Steven was and to confront you after everything that happened but he had to talk to you. He nodded his head and Marc allowed Steven to take over the body.
Stevenโs eyes fluttered open as he turned around. He stood there awkwardly standing. His eyes lowered to your wound on your lip then on your arm. His eyes blurred with tears as he strode towards you. His hands cupped your cheek as his thumb grazed your cheek. โIโm so sorry. Iโm so sorry, love.โ His voice wavered as it cracked into a sob. โI didnโt mean to hit you with a book. Iโm sorry I kicked you out. Iโm sorry about everything.โ
Steven pressed his forehead against yours as tears streamed down his face. โIโm so sorry about everything.โ
You shook your head. โIโm sorry.โ
โYou have nothing to be sorry for,โ Steven murmured, shaking his head as he pulled his head back away from you. โThis-โ he gestured around your face and arm โ-was all my fault. I took out my frustrations and fear on you. I shouldnโt have, love. You almost died because of me.โ
โNo.โ You replied placing your hands onto of his, gently stroking the back of his hand. โThe man tried to kill me, not you. Donโt blame yourself. But I have to say, my love, donโt ever yell at me like that again.โ
โGot it,โ Steven replied quickly. โIโm sorry I yelled at you and hurt you. . .is your lip okay?โ
โIt hurts but Iโll be okay.โ You leaned against his hand and closed your eyes. โIโm okay.โ
โI thought I was going to lose you,โ Steven muttered sadly. His fears almost came true. He almost did lose you if it wasnโt for Jake. Jake rescued you and you were only left with a slight grazing from the bullet. Nothing more. It could have ended worse and thatโs what Steven feared. That he would have lost you forever and his last words would have haunted him forever.
But that wasnโt haunting him at the moment. What was haunting him was Marcโs confession. He confessed that he and Jake loved you. What was he supposed to do with that information and yet, what were your feelings towards Marc and Jake?
โWhatโs on your mind?โ You asked softly, bringing your hand against his cheek to wipe away his tears.
โDo you love Marc and Jake?โ His voice was barely above a whisper but you heard him clearly.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you pressed your lips into a thin line. Your heart hammered against your chest and you knew of the answer but you didnโt know if Steven would like the answer. โDarling?โ Steven questioned seeing your hesitation. โYou. . .love them, donโt you?โ
โI do.โ You confirmed softly. โBut not on the level that I love you but I do.โ
โOh.โ His voice was full of dejection but there wasnโt a lace of hurt. His gaze lowered as he closed his eyes. He didnโt know what to do about this situation. He didnโt know how to feel about you loving Marc and Jake. Was this betrayal? Was this meant to hurt? Because he didnโt feel hurt, he didnโt feel angry. He felt nothing.
And feeling nothing was worse than feeling everything. Steven wished he could feel something but he couldnโt. He opened his eyes to see you gazing at him worriedly. โSteven, say something.โ You quietly begged.
โI donโt know what to say,โ Steven replied truthfully. โIt doesnโt matter at the moment that you love them. All that matters is that youโre okay. Let me make up to you, anything you desire I will give you it but please, I donโt want to think about you loving my alters.โ
Your heartache hearing Steven. The tremendous amount of guilt tightened your chest. โCan we just cuddle and watch early two-thousand chick flicks?โ You quietly asked avoiding his gaze. There were many questions left unanswered because a man was sent to kill you. After all, you know Moon Knight. Marc never answered your question about what Moon Knight is and quite frankly, you were shaken up seeing Jake kill a man to death with his fist.
Steven nodded and pulled you to the couch. He laid down on the couch first and pulled you down to lay on him. Your head rested against his chest and you heard his heartbeat. The slowing silence of his heartbeat softly against your ear. His heart was breaking and he refused to acknowledge it and the guilt swarmed terribly.
Steven didnโt hear Marc or Jake talk. They were silent and didnโt try to bother him. He knew that they wanted to front to confront you about your confession but Steven wasnโt going to allow it. He wanted to be in his delusions that they didnโt exist. That you didnโt love them. But the confrontation will come sooner or later.
Perhaps a part three but Iโm not sure. I might end it with angst lmaooooo but I think this imagine is alright. I just wanted it out before I go on vacation.
Hi!! Could I have headcanons for sundrop, Freddy, and Monty(separate) with a gn night guard s/o whoโs basically the parent/guardian of Gregory??
Like maybe the time Gregory snuck into the pizza place the s/o was sick so venessa took over for them so the animatronics had no idea until one day they mention that they have a kid and the animatronics are like โah shoot fr bring them in!!โ And the s/o does and itโs just the feral child
Sorry itโs so long thanks for you time!!
Pair-ent.
Prompt ;; a situation where you tell your dear sweetheart that you have a son. You're nervous, beyond nervous actually, but quickly became so happy when they were okay and even asked you to introduce him to them. That happiness quickly turned into confusion when.. they knew him already?
Type ;; headcanons, fluff <3
Chars. Involved ;; g. freddy, monty gator, sunnydrop.
A/N ;; don't mind me just casually writing this, i know I probably should be working on the event asks but... i just love the idea of this ask sm. thank you for the idea anon! <333 also! this is an AU where gregory is not homeless and goes to school, etc! you being his parent. ALSO idk why these are so long okay I'm sorry-
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Glamrock Freddy.
You've been with Freddy for some time at this point.
He always knew you had such parental energy from the moment he laid eyes on you. It honestly makes him swoon for you even more.
Like, you just ooze of someone so caring when it comes to children, almost as if you have years experiences when it comes to them.
Little did he know that you absolutely do-
The reason that he didn't know about your son is because you never really brought him up, not to the animatronics' at least.
And it's not like he can check your job profile, it didn't have a question on whether or not you're a parent, just whether or not you have experiences dealing with kids and how old you are.
Which can just mean you were a preschool teacher in the past, how can he assume you actually have a child??
And honestly, you didn't really wanna tell him for some time- that time being how long you've known him for, which is months.
But your kid's birthday is coming soon, and you wanted to celebrate together, sooo...
The moment you approached him, you were practically sweating buckets.
I mean, you know he's not gonna be upset or anything, he's one of the most supportive and understanding being you ever known.
But it doesn't mean that you can't be nervous-
When you finally sit him down and told him you have a son, it took him a while to process.
But then his ears perked up and his eyes practically glittered!
He's beyond excited to meet who the little fella is!
Oh God oh shit wait does that mean he's a dad?? An actual father???
He's absolutely buzzing from joy thanks to this news!! You better bring your little boy so Freddy can meet him ๐ก
He'll be bothering you about this all night- even after he apologized three times for potentially annoying you while you're on your nightguard duties.
Look man he's just very excited:((
Tomorrow comes and Freddy just finished decorating his little room, hoping that your son will like it.
But the arrival of you and your little semi-clone is what surprised him the most.
As you guide Gregory who's currently on a blindfold, you told him to stop right before he walked into the table with the cake on it.
Freddy is just like "??? Why is Gregory here?", but it clicked in his mind like two seconds later.
His eyes widen so hard he can probably see planet pluto with it.
He didn't want to interrupt Gregory's attempt at guessing where he is so he kept quiet, and once you've opened his blindfold.
"Surprise, sweetheart! This is-"
"Surprise, superstar! I've missed you so much!"
???
WHAT.
You were about to ask him what he meant but then-
"Freddy! I've missed you too! I didn't know you'll be here?"
Wait huh-
You're just there looking at them cause like? Huh? You two know eachother? From where???
"Ahem," the two of them avert their gazes towards you, as you fold your hands by your chest, looking for answers.
"Any of you care to explain?"
Gregory just kinda look at Freddy, panic written in his eyes as he obviously forgot that you had no idea about him sneaking in. And even causing some property damage...
Freddy took notice of this and slowly hint at Greg to go hide behind him, looking at you with tender eyes in hopes that you'll cut Gregory- no, both him and Gregory some slack.
Please spare em some mercy,,
"You see, Starlight... Gregory and i-"
"You even know his name?"
"Well, yes- but that's because we've met eachother you see."
You're just looking at Gregory who's behind Freddy's legs with those parental eyes, we all know em.
"Spill."
"It wasn't my fault!! I was trying to find you after school so i went here, but all i could find was that scary blonde lady.."
You put two of your fingers on your temple, trying to understand what he's telling you.
"Gregory, did it not occur to you that maybe, just maybe, i was at home? And what do you mean โafter schoolโ, the show starts at 8 pm."
Uh oh Gregory, you're busted, again.
"W-well.. i maaaybe took a detour and.."
"Gregory."
Freddy, noticing the tense atmosphere immediately got in the way of you two, as he then puts a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.
"Hey.. dearest, let's calm down, alright? It's the boy's birthday today! Cut him some slack, hm?"
"Right, before that. Greg, where were you actually when you weren't at home and told me that you were โspending the night at a friend's houseโ?"
Silence, even Freddy seems like he's hesitant in saying something.
"Gregory."
"I may or may not was... Here... With Freddy... But i was just trying to go home all night, i swear!"
You took a glance at Freddy for confirmation.
"That's right, dear!! He just, accidentally stayed a bit too long- which is my fault! And got trapped here due to closing time... Oh, but i did tried my best to keep him safe!"
Honestly? You're not worried all that much if Freddy kept him safe or not, it was such a great gesture sure, and the thought of it got you swooning a bit.
But like...
Gregory is your son, you know what he's capable of, and you know exactly the kind of trouble he has gotten himself into in the past.
Escaping a facility full of Animatronics that roams at night? Yeah that ain't gonna take your son down.
Still,, you're gonna need to look at his body for injuries once you get home, even though he may seem alright at the moment.
"So, the โlittle kid that snuck in and did some heavy property damageโ that Vanessa told me during her taking up my shift. That was you? Not only do i have to pay her back for having to deal with this type of trouble while covering for me, but also knowing that the one making that trouble is my own son? And the one that helped him did it, is the animatronic I'm dating?"
..
...
....
"..M-maybe it's time for some cake-?"
"...Yeah, i wanna eat my cake now.."
Goddammit.
How are you supposed to get mad at them now??
You sighed, letting both the bear animatronic and the kid go, you're gonna have to explain this to Vanessa somehow, but you're just thankful Gregory didn't let himself get caught by the security cameras. Or at least not enough for them to recognize him.
You're a bit proud of him for that tbh, and for being able to survive a whole night without crying or just,, trauma,, in general.
I guess you can let this slide... He is your feral child anyhow.
"Alright well, fine. I'll let this slide, for now. But only because you managed to impress me in some ways."
Freddy was happy you let this go, and was a bit surprised by your parenting skills. Still, he took the lighter and gave it to you, lighting the candles that is on Gregory's birthday cake.
"Happy Birthday, Darling."
"Happy Birthday, Superstar."
",,thanks guys! And (mom/dad)?"
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry :("
You sighed, petting him on the head. Might as well give him a nice birthday.
Montgomery Gator.
Now with Montgomery, everyone practically knew you were with him.
Since he loves showing you off to everyone, at this point it's obvious.
At one point, you kinda just blurted out that you have a kid, which in results have him really curious about your little guy.
He just wants to know if they're cool or not, who knows, maybe them two can both have some rockin' fun together!
He can teach him the Bass, cause some ruckus together and all will be well and dandy.
So you told him about Gregory, his age, how he is, etc etc.
The Gator CANNOT WAIT to meet him.
Though he kept saying that the name is kinda familiar, he just doesn't know from where, so he shrugged it off.
Back on topic; a little dude that is an absolute rowdy rascal?? He needs to meet him.
So you promised the animatronic that you'll bring your son when you can.
Which turns out to be around the next week.
Monty was playing in his golf area when you told him that your son is going to come soon.
My mans was so surprised he even missed his shot smh.
I mean, it's not like he forgot about it, haha, hahaha.
Yeah he forgot about the whole meeting your son thing. ๐
The only reason the little troublemaker can come today is because he doesn't have school the next day, so he can visit the Pizzaplex even when it's after-hours.
When Gregory arrived, he called you to ask where you were, in which you said you'll just pick him up at the entrance.
Now, when you told him to follow you into Monty Golf, he surprisingly walked ahead of you, as if he knew where it is.
And he did, somehow.
When you're at the entrance of Monty Golf, he stopped, waiting for you to catch up before asking to hold your hand when coming in.
Then the part where he meets Monty..
"Alright! Gregory, this is the person, well, animatronic who i wanted you to-"
"YOU."
You flinched, hearing Monty's voicebox boomed.
The animatronic stomped his way up to the poor boy, as he immediately hides behind you.
"AAAA (MOM/DAD) HELP!!!"
He pulled on your wrist, stumbling as he's trying to drag you to the exit.
As Monty walks menacingly towards Gregory, you got in front of him, pushing away the green animatronic.
"OKAY OKAY, WHAT'S GOING ON."
The way you raised your voice got both of them to stop, as you try to make sure no one gets hurt.
"THAT LITTLE BRAT IS THE REASON I WAS IN PARTS AND SERVICES FOR A WHOLE MONTH AND A HALF!"
"YOU WERE CHASING ME!!!"
"QUIET."
And the room falls silent, as you try to understand the current situation.
"Alright, explain. One at a time."
Yeah... Did you really think that'll work?
Both of them headbutts with eachother, trying to get you to side with them.
You rolled your eyes, as you try to make sense of what they're yelling at eachother.
"YOU FUCKING RIPPED ME IN HALF."
"YOU WERE TRYING TO FLIPPING RIP ME IN HALF!"
"Language- wait hold on. Gregory did what to you?"
A moment of silence began once more, before the bigger, metal built one out of the two scoffed, obviously displeased.
"Yeah, this rascal here, he threw the whole shitty bucket from my own goddamn area and-"
"Language."
"...and it fu- And it broke me in half."
He immediately fixed himself, trying to not disobey your warnings, no matter how annoying it may be to him.
Poor Gregory is just there looking at you like ๐ง
You looked down at him, arms crossed as Monty had a smirk of satisfaction, thinking that he successfully got you to side with him.
"Two questions. One, how did you even ended up here, two, was the thing he said true? And you better say no."
He looks down, fiddling along as he slowly moves back.
You don't even know what happened when suddenly Gregory just goes >:(
Hands on his hips as he looks up, determined.
"HE-" The boy pointed, "WAS HUNTING ME DOWN!"
"He what-"
"WOAH THERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU BACK TO YOUR PARENTS."
"LIAR!!! EVEN FREDDY TOLD ME NOT TO GET NEAR YOU, HE WAS WITH ME THE WHOLE TIME! AND YOU WERE JUST JUMPING AT ME WHICH WAS REALLY SCARY!"
"Kid, you fucking DESTROYED ME."
"GOOD."
"SHUT UP."
Finally, they calmed down.
You look at the both of them, intense glaring meeting both of their gazes.
After some time, they finally explained to you what happened, in which you responded with a big exasperated sigh.
"Look, i don't know how, but i want you two to get along." You told them, hand by the temple of your forehead to get rid of the headaches. Soon after, you go home with Gregory.
The first few days of your son coming with you to work that only happens on weekends finally started.
Yeah.. they didn't get along.
At first at least ;)
They had their banters, fighting for your attention.
"Does he always harass you like this??"
"Watch your mouth you fuckin' brat."
But soon enough they'll get along if they can actually move past the fact that they were out for eachother's throats-
Like when Gregory told him he can do golf better than him.
Monty was pissed- but it ended up well with them being competitive!!
They'll even cause some trouble by just stomping around the Pizzaplex with Gregory on Monty's shoulders AWE.
Or that time where they went to piss off Roxanne on purpose.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY YOU LITTLE SHITS."
"HAHAHA LANGUAGE!!!"
Cue Gregory wheezing.
Good job!! Now you have two crackheads to look after <3
Sunnydrop.
Now, this fella...
I think it's pretty obvious that he was absolutely ECSTATIC when he knew you have a kid!!
I mean, he's practically made to get along with kids sooo.
He would be BEGGING for him to meet your son.
"OOO gosh! I wonder what type of kid he is!!! Is he bad? Of course he isn't!! He's your son afterall! OH OH, MAYBE WE CAN DO FINGER PAINTING TOGETHER, what kind of food does he like???"
Like, smh, calm down Sun๐ง
Watch out, cause he'll absolutely bother you about it from now on.
Trying to go home?
"OH OH! Goodbye, Sunshine!! Tell your even little-r Sunshine i said hi!!"
Just arrived at work?
"RISE AND SHINE! You look splendid today! How is little Gregory? Is he at school?? Ooh, i wanna see what he's like at school!!"
You constantly need to remind him that you two have work to do.
But at one point in time, you need to take Gregory with you because he doesn't have school, and you don't trust him enough to let the ten year-old boy be alone in your house for a whole day.
It took a little convincing since he for some reason seemed so against going to the Pizzaplex, but you managed to win him over with-
"I'll let us get McDonald's once I'm done with work."
"I want a Happy Meal AND a Mcflurry."
"??? No sir, you just had ice cream yesterday."
"Well then I'm not going."
"Gregory."
"I want a Mcflurry."
"You had ice cream last week too, you'll get sick."
"I don't care. >:("
"Gregory, i literally work at a Pizza place, you can have as much snacks there, just no ice cream."
"...fine, but can i at least play on your phone?"
"I'm very sure you have an ipad."
"It isn't as fun:("
With a sigh, you let out a small "fine." as he finally cheers at him own little victory, getting ready at the same time.
As you finally arrived to drop him off at the daycare to be looked over by Sun at the moment, the Sun persona jumped out of nowhere.
"(Y/NNNN)!!! HOORAY! Oh you brought a little guy! Hello, little on- GAH RULE BREAKER, RULE BREAKER! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! YOU'RE BANNED."
He yelled out, as he suddenly moves forward and picked up Gregory with ease. Carrying him all the way to the exit of the Daycare.
"AND STAY OUT!!"
Gregory kinda just let Sun do his thing, almost as if he knew this would happen.
You had to ask Sun directly on why he did what he did, and his answers shocks you.
"Wait, he was here? Like, here? In the Pizzaplex?"
"YES! And he broke the one rule i told him not to! He's nothing but a trouble maker!"
The way he folded his arms and sassily look away was so funny, you couldn't help but Chuckle. Gregory is still outside by the exit of the Daycare like ๐ง.
Poor Gregory ๐.
You had to call him back again after convincing Sunny, explaining what happened.
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT THOUGH!! I didn't mean to turn off the lights.."
"I WARNED YOU!!! And you didn't listen to me! >:("
"BUT I DIDN'T MEAN IT :("
You had to ask Gregory how he even was here in the first place, with a facepalm by the end of your talk.
Sun sided with you, both of you crossing your arms with a disappointed and a bit of anger on both of your faces as you look down on him.
"Well, i suppose I'm just glad you're safe. But you're in so much trouble young man."
"That's right! Can't wait to tell this to your parents. >:(("
A moment of silence rung as you look at him, obvious confusion seen on your face.
"Sunny?"
"Hm?"
"I'm his (mom/dad). Haven't i told you that?"
..
WHAT.
He looks at you with so much surprise that he felt like he needed to express it with his whole body, before looking at Gregory.
"So he's your son?!?!"
"Uh, yeah, i am."
"WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO?!"
He picked up Gregory once more, swinging him around in delight. Even tossing him up lightly.
Gregory being banned from the Daycare??? What are you talking about?? Never happened. :)
He would absolutely do a 180 on Gregory and treat him with very obvious favoritism.
And also emphasizing to NOT turn off the lights.
It's bad enough before he was just a kid, but now knowing he's your son??? Yeah he's making sure he's safe at all costs.
After that day, he'll bug you EVEN MORE to bring Gregory again.
He'll even prepare stuff for Gregory this time, what his favorite activities are, etc etc.
โน summary: how your favourite nightmare loves. this is a slightly dark version, as the corinthian is a nightmare. you don't expect someone like him to love someone in a good, pure way, do you?
โน warnings: descriptions of violence (eyeball popping), borderline nsfw (in par with his character since his only scenes are either being a serial killer or serial fucker)
โน word count: 3193
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป with a voice that oozes charisma and is thick and sweet like honey, (makes you want to open your mouth to him), you bet words will be the love language he uses in abundance. but is he talking to you sweetly or manipulating you? does it really matter?
morpheus seems to have given the corinthian the verbal skills he himself lacks
this nightmare is a talker. as you can see by how hooked everyone is on his words, from little jed, naive rose, and by inspiring a cult of serial killers, this man knows how to use his looks and his words to get people to do what he wants: to trust him
but the first time he meets you, he is speechless
the person he's talking to and who he was going to kill later that evening, is forgotten as he's too struck to do anything else but look at you curiously. your eyes meet across the room, and the room goes in a bit of a haze as all he can see is you.
obsessed with you immediately, and he doesn't even know why (guess he takes after his creator in having intense, all-consuming relationships)
approaches you and talks to you immediately. in minutes, has your back against a wall, his body covering yours from others and has your attention the entire night. has one hand on the wall beside your head
stands close enough that you can smell his aftershave and woodsy cologne
he has never lathered on as much sweet talk to a person as he did that night to you
by the end of the night, you are as consumed by him as he is by you
he loves to talk to you. domestic bliss with him is him telling you all about his dayโthe weather, the news, what he had for lunch
abundance of pet names, but mostly sweetheart, baby, and a little darlingโall said with that slowed, drawl of his that just hearing is enough to make you tense and your breath hitch
enter: praise talk (is this still sfw?)
he'll praise you for every single thing you do, and make it sound like you did it for him. after awhile, you get used to his praises and get hooked on it. you start doing things just to hear him praise you, and don't you worry, he will
he does this thing where he watches you from the side as you do something, then he'll praise you
"i see you for who you truly are." (did i just take out of context the quote he said to serial killers? yes)
builds up your self confidence with an onslaught of compliments and praise
"you look beautiful, darling."
"with that on, everyone in the room will be staring at you and grow envious of me for being with you."
never lets you doubt yourself and your abilities for one second
is actually quite encouraging for whatever your aspirations are. who is he to judge, after all?
the first time you try to take someone's eyeballs, he's standing off to the side, leaning cooly against the wall, his tongue running over his lips from how dry they've become at watching the person he loves doing something he loves. but taking eyeballs is careful work, and you fail. the nerve snaps in half
at the first dismayed sound you release, he's by your side immediately and cupping your face, murmuring reassurances that you did so well for the first time and he's so proud of you
he shows you how proud by taking your hand and placing it over the tent in his pants
the first time you successfully take someone's eyeballs, his praises are said with a voice low and from the back of his throat
"well done, sweetheart."
"you did so good, baby. so good."
he moves in front of you and takes the eyeballs from your hand, but you move your hand away. he's confused at first, but then you raise your other hand towards his shades and remove themโall while looking at him with innocent eyes that have become slightly hooded with lust and adrenaline
he drops to a fucking knee and tilts his head up at you. he looks at you reverently, like you are the only higher being he'd submit to. he holds onto your wrist, more to steady himself than control you, as you bring the eyeball to one of his eyes (or is it still called mouths?), never breaking eye contact all the while
and when he's done, and you kiss away the blood that escapes down his cheek, he rises and kisses you hard and leaving you with no sense of direction but him, him, him
๐พ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ the corinthian has always been demanding with your time, but after morpheus is released, he starts bringing you everywhere you go. he doesn't know if it's to keep you safe so morpheus can't take you from him, or him just wanting to spend as much fleeting time as he can with you.
the two of you are stuck to the hip, and it's not you being clingy, but him, not that he'd ever admit it
it's him who insists that he go everywhere with you in case something bad happens?
corruption kink
you're definitely innocent the first time he meets you. but there's something in your eyes that's not quite...right. you're innocent but accepting. too accepting. meaning you'll see a person commit the most atrocious act and still somehow understand them. empathize with them
it turns him on, not gonna lie
takes you with him on his kills
the first time he does, it's a test to see if you'll scream and run away and he has to take your eyeballs
you don't and pass his test
the next few times, you don't do anything. you just stand or sit to the side while he does his usual thing at the office
but one day, he sees it. a glint of interest in your eye. the tilt of your head that tells him you're interested in whatever you're watching and trying to memorize it.
he confirms his suspicions when he beckons you to come over to him with a tilt of his head. he nearly forgets to kill his victim as he's too busy kissing you against the wall
from then on, you alternate
while killing them is more satisfying to him, it's the way you feed him afterwards that makes him willing to let you kill since that intimacy always brings him to his knees
but during off hours when you're both not being an infamous serial killer couple, you both like to sightsee
the corinthian has been to a lot of places in the past hundred years, and has grown to like travelling just so he can experience many countries'โฆdelicacies
you accompany him as you fly business class everywhere. coliseum in rome. great wall of chine. northern lights in iceland
he's also a surprisingly good babysitter
exhibit a: that episode with jed (yes, he was lowkey kidnapping him), showed that he's good at handling them. (he teased jed if he wanted to drive and kept him safe from that one serial killer)
so when the time comes that you ask him to babysit someone with you, he's actually quite good
the kids like and trust him immediately
seeing you with them could give you baby fever, and the smirk on his face tells you he knows what he's doing
he's that cool, laidback dad who lets you do things the other parent doesn't as long as you keep your mouth shut for it
(why am i alternating between nsfw headcanons and dad headcanons?)
๐ฝ๐ต๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ผ๐๐ฐ๐ต did you see how firm yet gentle he was with the people he hooked up with? this nightmare will caress you too ruin
caress
that's the only appropriate word to describe how this man touches you. the brush of his knuckles against your cheek while you sit on the edge of the bed while he stands in between your legs
sometimes closes your eyes with the pad of his thumb and gently rubs it
some couples get kisses on the cheek or the forehead
you get them on your eyes
he'll gently close them with the paid of his thumb and rub it slightly. then he presses a soft, lingering kiss against that soft, fragile skin that protects the organ he loves the most
has a thing for pushing you against objects when kissing you (exhibit b: pushes roommate-lover against bed, pushes fake serial killer-lover against wall)
shoves you on the bed before getting on top of you
pushes you against a wall, hands cupping both sides of your face, forcing you to stay still as he kisses his way with you
grows aware that you need oxygen to breathe but he needs your kisses more than you need that
the first time you remove his glasses, he's surprised at how intimate that is, and how he falters at your touch. the first time you do it is also the first time he realizes that his emotions for you surpass lust and he might actually love youโwhatever that entails
and when this does happen, he just gets so much more protective of you
and possessive
in public, hand always on your waist
kisses you (with tongue and lip biting) for the entire world and their mother to see
might even kiss you in front of morpheus to show off to his maker what he has and what morpheus doesn't
even with shades on, there's still intense eye contact
it's the way his entire body faces you
does this thing where he stands behind you, his chest warm and flush against your back. crooks a finger around your hair to brush it back, then hovers his lips right next to your ear so you can feel his whispers and it makes you shiver. he then presses a kiss to your neck, as if he's pleased with the reaction he's elicited from you
you know that couple thing where the boy will stand behind a girl and put his hands over hers as he teaches her how to play golf, or do billiards, or during pottery? that's him when teaching you the proper way to pop out an eyeball
his calloused hands wrapping over your soft hands around the hard handle of a knife
that same hand trailing up your arm, down the side of your chest, brushing your waist, then coming to a rest on your hip as he grips you slightly while bending you over
the protectiveness that grows after morpheus is freed, is also laced with a desperation to stay with you
on one hand, he holds out hope that he'll stop morpheus from taking him so he can stay with you. on the other hand, there's a feeling of inevitability and he can feel himself running out of time with you
he becomes softer but firmer with you
each kiss lasting longer than the last
starts to savour you. whispers his last prayers against your skin. draws his apologies on your arms
he stares at you more often, as if trying to commit your face to memory because if he is unmade, it could be centuries that have passed before he is made again. he doesn't know if he'll retain memories of you, but either way, you'll be long gone
and when the time comes that morpheus catches up to him and he is unmade, morpheus is able to feel the genuine love the corinthian had for you
because the corinthian didn't want you to stay with him, but him to stay with you
you become the corinthian's sole redeeming quality, and as you wail and plead against morpheus' coat to bring him back or to unmake you too, morpheus takes pity and grant your wish: which one is up to you to decide
๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ what else do you expect a serial killer nightmare to do for the person he loves? kill for them, of course. scaring others is what he was made for anyways
the first time you tell him someone's been giving you some trouble at school or at work, that someone ends up dead with their eyeballs taken out
the corinthian takes you out for dinner in a restaurant directly in front of that someone's apartment. as you eat dinner in front of a window, rather than be engrossed in the flickering candlelights, you focus on the blue and red lights of the police cars and hear the ambulance sirens as they load the dead body up to an ambulance that's heading straight to the morgue
happens every time you tell him about someone giving you trouble, even if it was just them cutting in line by accident. sometimes, he tells you what he did to them. other times, he doesn't
it's no problem to him, really. think of it as you packing him a little...snack
given that he bleeds charisma, parties are a regular occurrence for both of you
he makes you be his plus one to the parties he's invited to, and when you're invited to go to a party, he expects you to ask him to be your plus one as well
always has a hand around your waist during these events
kisses your cheek occasionally
if you're wearing lipstick and you leave a kiss mark against the bottom of his jaw, he won't wipe it away
might even intentionally move his head to the side to expose it, like it's a badge of honour
apart from killing others though, i don't think he'd go out of his way to do much else for you. at least, domestic things.
why would you need to cook if he can just hire a maid? folding laundry? maid. walking the dog? hires someone
but the one thing he always makes sure you do is eat (exhibit c: he asks jed if he wants more ice cream)
whether it's because you're so accepting of his diet or just because he puts a lot importance in eating, meals are the one thing he always looks out that you do correctly
and it's not just ensuring you eat three meals a day
but eating three healthy meals
he cooks for youโwhatever you want. hell, he even learns to cook for you. it's the one thing he doesn't hire a maid for
you feed him, he feeds you mindset
always orders more of his meal because he knows you like to take some of his
unless you have a good, healthy reason for going on a diet, he won't entertain it
ice cream after dinner is a must
has your coffee order memorized, and you can trust him to order ahead at a restaurant
always drives you everywhere with a hand on your thigh that slowly creeps up
gives you his suit jacket when he's coldโand that's how you know it's true love
but the biggest act of service he does for you is not bring you to the cereal convention
it's not about not wanting to expose you to serial killers, but rather morpheus
though he hopes that he might walk out, on the event that he doesn't, he breaks his need to bring you everywhere and keep you at home
all so you don't see him be unmade, as he fears it will break you
and it would have
his last act of love to you
๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด have you seen the expensive suits he always wears? this man lavishes himself and his serial killer lifestyle, so he'll do the same for you
like his creator, this man is a giver. it might be one of the things morpheus put from himself in him
if he can dress in an expensive suit everyday all while maintaining its pristine state given his...lifestyle, then he expects the same from you too
introducing: matching outfits
you wouldn't think he's one for it, but he is. maybe not identical, but in a cool, stylish way that makes it clear the two of you are meant to be seen together and as one
suits or dresses that compliments his outfits
and it's not you matching to him, but the other way
he wants to match with you
he always waits for you to get ready and pick out an outfit first before going through his closet and finds a suit that matches
and jewellery
he strikes me as someone who wants to give his partner jewellery for them to wearโhis way of marking them, so make sure to always wear one
necklace (choker), anklet, belt, hair accessory, ring
always watches you put it on. he likes its when he's the one putting it on, but falls to his knees (is his knees okay?) when you ask him to help you put it on
you need help putting your necklace on? turn around and he'll brush a finger down the nape of your neck, enjoying the way you shiver, as he clasps the necklace and places a kiss where the metal and your skin meets
might even leave a hickey
and if you wear socks or stockings, he'll drop to his knees (there he goes again) and slowly rolling the fabric up your legs, going higher and higher. kisses your inner things while he's there. his hands keeps climbing and climbing until his hand reaches yourโ
ahem.
black card user
"you want to go shopping? take my card, baby."
when the bill goes to his phone for what you bought, he sends you a text praising you for using it and says he can't wait to see you try it on
and if it's lingerie, he might ask for a photo and tell you to come home so he can see and take it offโ
sets aside a trust for you
you get to take advantage of his lavish lifestyle. you don't really own a home, but instead live out for a few months at a time in various five star hotels before moving on
and if you do bring up settling down, he'll just smile at you and explain patiently why he can't settle down and why he wouldn't be able to bear being so far away from you for such long periods of time.
"i can't live that far from you, baby. can you live without me for that long?"
and how can you argue with that logic?
so you stay with him. and he gives you presents to praise your "choice"
yes, he loves to give you gifts. but more important, he wants you to love them
he likes seeing the special containers you put the jewellery he gifts you in and how you handle them so carefully, as if treating them as an extension of him and his love for you
and when you lose him, they are all that remains of him
and perhaps morpheus takes pity on you as he sees the genuine love you have for him
he uses his sand to recreate a better version of the corinthian using one of the objects he gave you
then maybe it's your turn to corrupt this new corinthian to change him back into the version you know and love
and that's okay
in conclusion, while i might not have been in love with mr. mouths-for-eyes, writing this headcanon and witnessing my eventual failure from keeping sfw might have changed my mind. he does, after all, have a very nice voice...
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