you know what really IRKS me.

how some readers are written so painfully oblivious and like shy and so uwu wdym your wallet is so hard it’s poking my lower back? STFU!! no grown woman doesn’t NOT know that’s a raging boner, why are you writing your readers like they’re children????

True Care

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 “I can’t.”

 You whispered the words, afraid of the reaction to them. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to, you just weren’t ready. The idea was too daunting.

 Just as quietly his hushed voice asked, “Why not?”

 “I’m not ready.”

 “So it’s not a no.” His soft eyes caught your gaze for a brief moment. Within that second you saw a glimmer of hope flash through his eyes.

 You glanced down, “It’s not a no.” You let the unsaid words hang in the air. The words that it could be a yes, in time. That you weren’t unwilling just not ready.

 “Then I’ll wait.” He stepped back.

 You looked up, expecting resolution. What you saw on his face was a patient acceptance. Your eyes misted at the implications. He was willing to wait for you to be ready. For you to realize what you wanted and what you needed.

 “Why?” He should be heartbroken, he should be disappointed, he should-

 “Because I care about you,” gentle hands rested on your shoulders, encouraging you to look him in the eye, “and that is enough reason for me to wait if all you need is a bit more time.” He smiled softly, “Besides, I can’t say I truly care if something so small were to destroy that. Don’t rush yourself,” he placed a feather light kiss on your brow and pulled back. “I’ll be here when you’re ready, whatever you decide.”

 “Thank you,” the words floated away on the wind, too quiet to hear but he knew. He knew and he would wait, because he cared.

Morning and Evening 💦

Eyo, MDNI 18+ ONLY

This fic is for anyone really, think of your fictional crush or whatever or hell don’t even put in a name, this was just brainrotting from start to finish. Think of it as a Modern Au I guess as it  is....vaguely. But this is smut, does that REALLY Matter?

FEM INSERT x Male Crush

Warning: THIS HAS ALOT OF MENTION OF CUM, CUM AND I HAVE NO SHAME. Just a horny ass reader, don’t shame me

His hips rocked into you steady with strong thrusts, the bed creaks under you but neither of you care, both too caught up in the pleasures of your fuck session to care about your bed breaking. Your legs spread for him, bra pulled off tossed somewhere along with your skirt and your panties shoved to the side for his cock to plunge into you without mercy. You're panting, moaning for him as your nails claw his back.

"Cum, I want it!... Mmgh, give it to me," you ramble at him, squealing as pulls up up by your thighs, fucking your harder." Please, I want it so much!"

"I'm going to fill you up, until you're leaking it," he kissed you neck, he left so many marks on it," your mine. Mine. Mine and all my cum is yours."

Even if he fills you with all his cum again, it wasn't ever enough for you. The second you feel in you, gushing hot warmth that leaked down your thighs, you keep your hold on his shoulders tightly. You want it in you, but the wanting of feeling the hot cum spurt on your chest made you want more. You want to be covered in it.

But alas, your lover had to leave for work, kissing you goodbye, he tried to clean you up from your rough session but you bat his hands away when he tried. He'll make it up for you, he promised himself. He can hear you in your shared room as he leaves, thinking you were going to shower off his mess.

However, you didn't, not even by a long shot. You wiggle your hips at the mirror, watching as the cum from him leak out of your pussy, you feel your pussy throb and the ache comes back again.

You dip your fingers in and went back to work.

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When he came back home,  he wasn't expecting to see you with your arched back, tits nice and budded being pinched without mercy, with your fingers of your free hand delving into your wet folds over and over again, you're practically fucking your hand. His keys fell out of his hand in shock, eyes watching your fingers dip in and out, in and out with the wet sopping of your wet pussy.

"Ahh ah ah mmmm," your moaning sounded so fucking dirty, you keep snapping your hips trying to fuck your hand harder. He can hear the blood rush in his ears as he takes in the cum, he feels the lump in his throat hard to swallow at the idea of his cum from the morning, dried on your thighs and chest.

His dick felt like it was gonna suffocate.

"Ah you're home goood," you slur, you pull your soaked fingers from your pussy and rub the warm fluids over your abused clit.," come here, please please I want your tongue in me."

"Yes mam," his words tumbled out, and he tried to rip off any clothes he had on. His eyes never left the sinful image of your fingers delving back into your pussy. You flip yourself over, and raise your ass shaking it at him like a bitch in heat. Your hands reached for your lips and spread it for him like a meal.

"Eat me."

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 His tongue played with your clit as his fingers plunged into your pussy over and over again. Your walls are sucking his fingers and clenching him wanting more and more, his knees are beginning to hurt from kneeling on the bed, but he isn't going to give this up for anything. The house can be on fire for all he cares, he just wants to fill you with all the cum you want. He sucks on the bead groaning as he feels your hand grab his hair tightly. You hump his face," Fuck, your tongue..mmm..in me…me now."

The loud noise of a pop and he sucks your clit off one more time before taking his soaked fingers out and replacing it with his tongue. You squeal and with both hands push him in further, trying to his his tongue deeper in you. You feel it lap up your juices eating you so well.

Your words of praise are sloshing together, too lost in the pleasure to say anything coherent for him, but he doesn't mind. With your hands both occupied with his head, his dick is leaking the whole time. He's taking care of it, his boxers shoved down with his wet fingers, coating it with your own fluids and beginning to jack himself as he eats you. Squeezing his cock when your thighs squeeze him. Going faster as you hump him. He feels you sitting up and with your hand letting his head go, he looks up briefly to see you play with your clit. The fucked out look in your face makes his cock shoot out hot cum, coating his hand with it.

You look devastated at the sight of his cum, wasted now in his hands. Before he can say 'sorry' to you, your hand still grabbing his hair pulls his head back.

"Put it in me." 

And back his fingers, sticky with cum, into her pussy. You sigh, before rocking your hips into his fingers again. "Now back to work," you tell him. 

What a beautiful day.

You - Any!Male x Reader

A/N: I havent uploaded in a while; I apologise for that. This has been chilling in my drafts and i thought why not post it.

Summary: Late night call with your boyfriend.

Warnings: None 

You continuously refreshed your phone, debating whether or not to give up for his message or call. Whenever the two of you were countries apart, you’d always make sure to call during the evenings. However, this evening your phone projected nothing but the messages from the previous nights. As you felt your mind drift away from all thoughts, your phone lit up. The formerly silent room was now filled by the ringing. You answered the phone as quickly as possible, in hopes of not wasting a second. Your mind relaxed, all the stress of the day faded as if it truly never mattered. His voice, overflowed with joy, noting down every detail of everything he’d experienced since you last talked. You watched as his eyes sparkle as his stories flowed into one. Your lips creased into a smile, unsure if he would ever understand how much he meant to you.

“What is it?” 

He held himself back from his descriptions once he noticed your expression. Your smiled spread into a laughter, becoming contagious across the speakers of the phone. His laughter naturally flowing with yours, the two of you were always meant for each other, no matter what. 

“It’s nothing at all” 

wilbur X sensitive reader

angst. Not much to say. Oh! Suicide. Depression. Yay....

Reader doesnt like to be yelled at. Than they 'shutdown'. Blocking out everything. Everyone.

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"GOD CAN YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!? ALL YOU DO IS WHINE ABOUT ME WORKING! CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!?" Wilbur yelled at you.

You being sensitive-about load and sudden noices. Being yelled at were the first of your worries.

"I'm sorry William" you said quietly.

William. You only called him that when you shutdowned or was really mad at him. Which has only happened a few times.

"no-please don't" he called softly. his heart cracking and falling to peace's.

You turned and walked out of the room with Wilbur's calls after you. He walks with you. Stopping when you got to the entry of the apartment.

"no! Please! Love! Darling!? Baby!? Please! I love you!" Wilbur shouted despretely after you.

"...." You stay silent. Him yelling, shouting and than saying he loves you is too much.

You think of ending it all.

You start walking, running to the bridge. Near where you lived with wilbur-or william.

Wilbur sees you running to the bridge.

"No! You can't do that!" He shouted running after you.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you in that edge. Where so many lost theur lives, their loved ones.

You look to him. Tears falling from both of your eyes. He starts tearing up to.

"please" Wilbur pleeds.

"you said to leave you alone" you said quiety. Only he could hear.

"no-i didn't mean any of that" he says crying.

"I'm sorry, I left you a note in your office" you say lovingly. Smiling sweetly

Your smile only breaks his smashed heart more.

You start leenong to the edge.

"NO!" Wilbur shouts takes off running towards you.

He only falls to the ground. Sobbing. He didn't even say 'i love you'.

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When Wilbur gets to the apartmen. He goes straight to the office.

He sees a note with a little box next to it.

He opens the box to see a little bracelet. He remember he saw you had one this afternoon.

He than opens the note.

It reads:

Dear my lovely wilbur.

Happy birthday!!!!!! I love you sooooooo much! I made this bracelet for us. I have one t! We're matching! I hope this it your favorite birthday ever.

I love so very much,

From the love of your life, y/n.

Wilbur break downs crying. He forgot it was his birthday. You died on his birthday. He lost you on his birthday.

"I'm sorry love, but it's not my favourite birthday" he says quietly sobbing in the corner with the bracelet to his heart.

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Can you tell I have depression?

This is Kinda random, but if anyone wants an editor or a proofreader I'll do that for free. I'm trying to figure out what interests me and I recently have a lot of free time.

Anyways that was super random, but DM if your interested or want more info.

(I'm not a minor btw)

Trying to hold the tears in in front of your fav, but then everyone files out of the room leaving the two of you alone and you just look at them with a little “🥺…help?” And they come rushing over with no hesitation to hold you.

SMUT

Anyone (Male) x Reader

Summary: Full Smut story with reader and male of your choice (no male names are used in this to identify a certain character)

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You bounced as you fell back onto the bed your arms pulling the man down with you as you kissed with a sense of hunger and compassion. Since you’d met that night you hadn’t been able to keep your hands off each other. He hovered over you taking his hands off you for one moment for take his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. His hands then made their way straight to your shirt which came off in a quick haste your bra coming off with zero hesitation afterwards. His hand came to a stop at your hood where they sat for a moment as he leaned back down and attached his lips to your neck. Sucking and biting as he made a trail of bruises down your neck his and made then way to your chest squeezing and fondling with your breasts. You let out moans as he continued all his actions closing your eyes in enjoyment as you lay there letting him have his way. Then he completely pulled off you, standing up as he began to undo his belt taking it out in one quick motion. Next came his pants as he wasted no time in undoing the button and sliding them off along with his boxers. His hard cock lay flat against his stomach bigger than you would’ve thought but certainly not complaining. He gave a smirk at the sight of your gawking and slowly made his way towards you hovering over you and in one quick motion pinning both your hands above your head with one of his. His other hand was making its way down to your pants, sliding them down swiftly and throwing them to the floor to join his.

“I don’t even have to touch you to know that you’re soaking baby, you should see your underwear” He chuckled smirking as he looked up at you. His hand then moved to brush against the fabric causing you to let out a breathy moan as you stared at him with half lidded eyes. He had barely done anything and you were already melting at his touch, you couldn’t wait for what everything else was gonna feel like. Your underwear was suddenly torn off taking you out of your thoughts and paying attention once more. Capturing you in a kiss he distracted you causing his next action to make you jump in surprise and moan loudly into his mouth in pleasure. Two of his fingers had entered you hard and fast sliding easily with your wetness. Your head fell back as a moan escaped your lips, your eyes coming to meet his as his fingers moved expertly in and out of you. His pace began to quickly and he lent his head down to catch your lips in a kiss, your moans being caught in the kiss. You could feel your body tense up as the pleasure continued, getting better this ever movement. You began to get ready to release, your eyes shutting tight, but just as you were about to let go his motions stopped completely and you opened your eyes to look at him, eyes falling on his lips where he held a smirk as he removed his fingers. Your eyes lost in his you didn’t even noticed his actions before you let out a gasp your mouth falling open as he put himself inside of you. Your moans were loud, your hands gripping at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you moaned his named loudly. His pace quickened as your sounds encouraged him further, his hips snapping back and forth and the bed rocked, following your motions. You were reaching you end quickly, already heightened by his fingers and you grabbed his face, kissing him hard as your body began the familiar tensing feeling once more. Your sounds were growing louder, the passion between you both on growing with every second as you both grew closer and closer to your end. Your eyes began to roll back as your grip tightened on his shoulder, drawing his body closer to yours and he looked at you, face flushed and eyes gentle and captured you in another kiss. It was gentle, sweet, passionate, genuine, and with that you back let go, meeting your ends and orgasming as you kissed one another softly, moans being caught by your kiss. Breaking the kiss the two of you breathed heavily as he rolled off you, moving to lie next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist holding you close.

“I love you” he spoke looking up at you, you smiled softly back at him, moving one hand to cup his cheek.

“I love you too”

Why can’t I find any hurt/comforts that’ll make me ball my eyes tf out and eventually have an ending that makes up for all of it😭😭😭

*he seems to think for a moment about what you’re saying. Finally, he nods* “It’s… complicated. There’s a lot behind my name. But if… if the time came for me to stand by your side, to fight for you, no matter the cost. I would do it, without hesitation or thought.” *he says with a resolute look in his eyes, his voice serious yet full of kindness as he says the words.* “I would put everything on the line, my life, my soul, my very being, for you love. Always.”

Something i stole from character ai........ Fuck me this is something

Sing For Me

Warnings: hospitals, implied death

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Coughs wracked your frail body as you lay on the stiff hospital bed. The monitor beeped pitifully in the background. A comforting thumb rubbed along your hand. You knew that he was more afraid than you. You wouldn’t have to miss anyone when you were gone. He on the other hand would feel your absence in every moment of life.

“You need to rest,” he murmured when your coughing subsided.

A tear trickled down your cheek. “I don’t want you to be alone.”

A wobbling smile crept onto his face. “I’ll be okay, you won’t hurt anymore so I can be okay with it.”

“Sing for me.”

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. Pulling his chair closer to the side of your bed he began.

“But you’ll never be alone, I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn. Baby, I'm right here,” Your eyes fell shut.

“I'll hold you when things go wrong,” his voice broke, “I'll be with you from dusk till dawn. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn.”

A shallow breath crept past your lips as a tear splashed onto the tiled floor. “Baby, I'm right here.”

resident evil

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jjk

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mha

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genshin impact

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csm

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kny

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anyone X reader- a heartbreak from the devil himself

"oh my god y/n! Shut the hell up!" He shouts at you. His words banging and stabbing your heart like a knife.

You have sentitive ears, never liking load and sudden noices were never on your to do list. So being shouted at was the worst thing that can happen.

But here you are, being yelled at by your lover. Him shouting at you, half drank wine bottle in hand. While you standing, freezed with outer shock that, him, of all people would yell at YOU.

The good thing that your body does is something called "shut down" this is when you shut out any and everything out of ear shot. You can't hear anything, only you and your horriblily quite world.

Hence the words "shut down". You just ignore him. It's like your there but not mentaly. You in the room physically but not mental.

Everything is just a blurr.

You look up at him and see the rage and madness that is eating your boyfriend up.

"why can't you just leave!?" He yells at you.

He throws the wine bottle at you. Your body dogses it at the last second. The bottle smashes into a million peace's.

He tried to hit you. He tried to hurt you.

Than everything went white. A blurr.

It was a few minutes later that you reliesed that you are walking away from the house you lived in with your lover.

You stop dead in your tracks. What that hell were you doing!? You didn't know where you were going. You didn't have any where to go. So where were you going?

Forbidden

M!Anyone x Gn!reader

Summary: Forbidden love is always hard. Try loving a war god. This story is about betrayal and in the end great loss. For both parties

Notes: I have no idea what this is I just really wanted to write. This is a very short classic forbidden love story so it may not be SUPER interesting. Also the other person doesn’t really have any mentions besides being male so take that as you will.

Warnings: they/them reader, destroying hierarchy, being thrown, destruction of houses, mentions of mass death, mentions of bent dead bodies (stranger things style), stabbing details, implied major character death

Forbidden love, a classic right? A stunning angel caught between their parents and a so-called “war god” trying to destroy every last piece of hierarchy.

You are an angel, born first into the all-powerful family in the lands of the Ethereal Realm. A realm like no other and a realm that has remained without a war for multiple millenniums. And soon you rise to take the crown. Just like those before you.

Him, an outcast of another realm turning his back on the realms and seeking to destroy them. Every last one. Not even looking to rule or be king. Just to make sure no one controls anyone. He grows an army. Some through manipulation and most through promise for a new, better world.

Somewhere along the way you both find each other. Knowing where you both stand yet still being curious.

And so you continue seeing each other. Showing the other wonderful things about the other sides. Longing stares, comforting embraces, and somehow somewhere there’s a bit of hope.

It all moves so quickly. Everything almost blurring by. Long dark nights together and early morning walks near the village. Both become enamored with each other. And soon love.

And soon desire.

It is so different to be around the other person. So life-changing to be with someone in this way. He asks you to run away with him. Become his and rain down on the hierarchy for all the wrongdoings they've managed to carry on for far too long. You ask him to change. To become your new king and change the realms in new ways.

You should've known that he would never change. He could never change. The farthest change he's been through has been meeting, accepting, and loving you. How could you ever want something more of him like this?

And so the time comes. Your realm is believed to be next. The sounds in the village are hushed like everyone is desperately trying not to draw attention to themselves. The maids and butlers have become more skittish to loud noises around the castle.

You look out your window like a cheesy teenage drama. You wish you could run away you wish you had the courage or faith to do so. But something holds you back and you don't have the strength to make it let go.

So the next time you see him you beg and plead for him not to do it. You're on your knees in the damn dirt for him. Trying to save your loved ones and yourself. And he doesn't he stares at you with the same stare you saw the very first time you met him.

And as a last resort, you threaten him. You tell him unspeakable acts will happen to him if he continues this and gets caught. The royals always win you tell him.

His heart burns with anger and more betrayal. How did he think you were ever going to be better than the rest of them? You're just the same in your head royal who has no heart for anyone but themselves and how they want to control people.

He throws you to the floor and makes sure you are aware that he will destroy the realms. All of them. He walks away. Looking at you in disgust. He's hurt, you hurt him. Just like the last royal. Still hasn't changed, he still falls for what royals have to say.

You cry helplessly. Wishing and praying for it all to be different. For the allowance to love him, and your family. For the bravery to run away with him and live on for the rest of your days a simple life filled with adventure. It was so close that you could almost feel it, taste it. But stupid you couldn't do it.

Suddenly you hear the bombs. The ground shakes as if trembling the same way you are. You look to your way back home. Seeing only trees but having great knowledge as to what's behind them. You hear the screams as they fade out and fade back in. As if they are running back and forth unable to decide where to go.

The army must have snuck around before attacking. If there were an army of proper guards there was no way the army could invade this quickly. You started panicking unable to move. You need to calm down. You started breathing in a calming way despite the horrified shake of the earth. And slowly but surely to made your way to stand and move towards the action as quick as possible.

So you started to run. Or more sprint. Towards the screams and deafening booms. You may be the only one that can stop this. And if you could hear the bombs from that far that means the war was far too close to the castle.

When you arrive you're heaving. Your throat burns and is restricting your air. Your body feels so heavy on your legs. You almost convince yourself not to go on. To just sit and rest and hope for the best. They can handle it, correct?

Until you see the scene before you. The whole village has become nothing but large pieces of debris and wooden poking out of it. Bodies have been strewn across the floor like they were nothing but rag dolls a small child didn't want to play with. There were puddles of mud and other puddles or more water than mud.

There was nothing in sight that looked like any of this debris could've been a village a little more than an hour ago. Nothing but the castle. Then you realize you spoke too soon.

The castle suddenly rumbles and breaks all over. It's as if you're watching something in slow motion. The cracks spread across the front of it and circle back around to the beginning of itself. Then like shaking legs the castle gives out on itself and tumbles forward.

You cower and cover your face from the debris that could come your way. Despite not being able to see anything the sounds make you sick to your stomach. Your everything, ripped away from you and gone within a few seconds.

You tear your hands away from your face and the sight is ripping you in two.

In some ways, it's strangely beautiful. A dark red planet sat in the middle of a dark cloudy sky. However, the planet looked more like an eclipse. The very top of it shone a light right back to the floor and a large mountain of rubble and debris led up to it like a staircase.

However, in other ways, it was a mountain of the only home you've ever known. A mountain of rocks and most likely dead bodies crushed and bent in the most disgusting and horrifying ways. The planet shining light on the long-gone village and mocking the fact that it was in fact gone.

You stared at it. Mixed feelings surrounding your head and heart. “We did it,” he says, and as you turn he's standing next to you looking at the sight as well. You want to scream at him. You want to cry and show him how much he's hurt you but you can't muster any words or actions. Then it's too late.

His eyebrows furrow in anger and sadness at the same time before he moves all too quickly. He reaches his arm back and grips you by the waist, almost as if he were to kiss you. You think he is and you don't stop him. He pulls closer before you feel the worst physical pain you've ever experienced.

You look down and in the middle of your stomach, you see it. A dagger thrust into you like you were made of butter. You sputter and reach to stop the pain or do anything just so it’d stop. Then he releases you and you fall to the ground with a large thud. Your head blooms in pain at the fall and there's suddenly a harsh ringing in your ears. Your mind is hazy and slow as you watch him approach the staircase of debris that was all that was left of the castle.

He took large steps and looked as if he owned the place. He climbed up to the very top and placed a large red flag in the debris. He then turned and shouted, “This marks the end of all hierarchy!” Cheers erupted from behind you but you couldn't be bothered to look.

You were touching your wound. Your hands were wet but you weren't registering what it was. Everything looked like it was in slow motion. And every movement made your abdomen burn like fire.

He walked toward his previous spot next to you and you made a feeble attempt to crawl towards him. To beg him to help you. You reached towards inching closer and closer. He just stared at you.

Until you were so close to being within arms reach and he reached his own hand to touch you. But your vision blurred more and more by the second and dark spots danced around as the sky for darker and darker. That's weird, right? How is the sky getting darker? Why is everything else getting darker too? Oh...why is everything completely black now?

Your body had given up. And you were sprawled out on the dirt floor just like every other body around. He let his hand fall back to his side. He stared at your gorgeous face. Although covered and dirt and a bit of blood from the fall. How he wishes things could be different. Then he gets an idea.

Maybe you will be coming home with him afterall.

Extra notes: I’m kinda considering making this like a sequel or smth? Y’know with the cliffhanger it ended on anyways.

Also let me know if there any non-gender neutral stuff in here! I’m not used to writing for GN so it’d really help out! So yea thanks for reading :))

Based off of:

This is my favorite classical piece and I wanted to write something on how it made me feel.

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Hand in hand. You danced in the moonlight. Laughing holding on tight. Pulling on their shirt toppling to the ground together. Looking at the stars, surrounding a full moon.

“The moon is beautiful isn't it?“ You finally spoke braking the delicate silence. “So beautiful..“ you seemed to continue in a daze. “It has always been that way love.”

“Always?“ you asked.

“Always.”

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Simon Riley who gets your initials tattooed over his heart, but not in the conventional way.

The idea of getting your full name spooks him, cause what if he gets captured and some enemy agent sees? It's just too much of a risk for him. But initials are safer. Twice as much if they're hidden behind roman numerals.

So he reveals his new ink one day, during a quiet moment a few weeks after he gets it once it's healed up. He explains what the roman numerals are (they correspond to letters of the alphabet: A would be I, B is II, and so on) and what they mean, and you spend so long marveling at Simon's dedication that it takes you a minute to notice something... strange.

"There's no number for my last name."

He takes your hand, puts it over the numbers, and puts his forehead on yours.

"That's cause I'm hopin' you'll let me put the number 18 there, love."