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#im so normal about this man
twinkbusted · 8 months
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untitled- simon petrikov x reader
(just a very indulgent oneshot i wrote... i hope ygs enjoy! [btw y/n is NOT excusing simon's behavior at the end im sorry if i didn't make that clear] also pls excuse all grammatical errors... i wrote this in a few hours)
warnings ! - making out and sexual implications
rating - tv-14
It was early in the morning, when he left. At first you assumed he had simply left for work, but something felt off when you woke up. Half of the blanket was sprawled across the floor, Simon’s uniform was still neatly folded on the desk, and most alarmingly, there was a note on top of it.
“No, no, NO.” you stammered, dragging your fingers through your hair. You didn’t have to read it to know what it said. He was going to leave you again and he wasn’t going to come back. You hurriedly threw on a robe and slippers, not bothering on finding a proper outfit. You dashed out the door, shoveling your way through crowds and crowds of people.
“To Ooo?” The sailor asked, eyes wide. You didn’t have time for questions. You needed to find him now, before it was too late. “Yes. Immediately.” The sailor nodded, and started vigorously rowing. You knew you were being difficult; and possibly a bit entitled, but something like this couldn’t wait. You needed him to stay away from that thing.
“Thank you!” you said, scurrying out of the boat and into the woods. You didn’t know why you always tried to run after him. Deep down, you wondered if it’d be better if you just left, let him deal with himself. It was getting kind of tiring, like playing a never-ending game. You were not amused by it.
However, time and time again you still found yourself helplessly in love with him. It was probably foolish at this point, but he was always gentle; sweet. You just hated to see him like this; so upset. You would do anything to see him happy again.  
After about ten minutes or so of running, you were surprised to see him sitting on a log, staring down at the ground. Taking a second to catch your breath, you slowly started walking towards him, still bearing in mind that he could still be thinking about taking the crown. 
Your plan failed, Simon perked up immediately as he heard a branch break. “Y/n?” Simon asked, confused. You sighed, and picked up your pace, stopping about arm’s-length from him. You forced yourself to relax and hear him out, but it was hard to not look a little angry. 
“What are you doing out here, Simon?” you asked, your voice softer than expected. He was silent for a second, scratching his head nervously. “I don’t know anymore. I’ve just been… so out of it lately.” Simon clasped his hands together, avoiding eye contact. You put your hand out for a moment, before taking it back.
“Were you thinking about taking the crown?” you whispered, hands clenched into fists. Simon’s head sank lower, his glasses hanging lopsidedly off his face. “Yes,” he admitted. “I thought it would make everything better again. But… I didn’t want you to go through that, not again.” 
Your fists loosened up a little, it wasn’t perfect, but it was definitely a start. You adjusted your robe, and sat next to Simon. “Thank you for being honest with me.” You said, reaching for his hand. Simon turned around, giving you a weak smile. You laughed, and leaned in for a kiss. 
In that moment, everything was perfect. Your hands fluttered at Simon’s waist, and his hand was around your neck, the other cusping your face. Simon’s tongue settled in your mouth, and your lip was inbetween his teeth. You found yourself pinning him to the log, moving up and down on his mouth, holding your breath like you’d drown.
Eventually, you both pulled back, gasping for air. You were both too tired to take it any further, and Simon peppered your cheek with soft kisses. You were grinning helplessly, staring lovingly into Simon’s eyes. He brushed your face, before resting his head on your shoulder.
Yes, it was definitely a start.
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chadillacboseman · 1 month
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emptycrowned · 18 days
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Read a fic and now I'm thinking about ex-con Sukuna with cowboy vibes
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cat-shaped-bong · 1 year
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big ben willbond enjoyer here
also look at his hair in this one horrible histories sketch
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triptuckers · 1 year
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as long as you'd like - tangerine
Request: no Pairing:  tangerine x reader Summary:  in which lemon and tangerine finished a job, and tangerine has a place for them to stay Warnings: swearing (bc its tangerine duh), slight mentions of injuries but nothing major Word count:  1.3K A/N: ive watched bullet train twice in like 4 days and im obsessed with tangerine (hence the shit load of fic recs I reblogged) enjoy!
it had been a really long day for lemon and tangerine. sure, they got the job done and it had been closer to their home city than past jobs. because it was so close by, they’d figured it would be over quickly. but it somehow it took longer than they had anticipated. 
which is why tangerine is fighting to keep his eyes open as he’s driving. 
they’re both quiet, which is unusual. it’s probably because lemon is tired as well. tangerine knows he just wants to sleep.
the adrenaline’s worn off, there’s less people on the road, and all tangerine can think about is a bed to sleep in.
‘oi, mate, you took a wrong turn.’ comes lemon’s voice from tangerine’s left. 
tangerine’s gone off the highway earlier than usual. he’s too tired to keep on driving and he knows lemon is also exhausted, and therefore can’t take over.
‘it’s fine.’ says tangerine. ‘i know someone who lives near. we can crash there.’ 
‘who do you know?’ says lemon.
tangerine is silent for a while.
‘someone.’ he says.
‘fucking someone?’ says lemon. ‘we’re in some random fucking town cause you know someone?’
‘trust me on this.’
‘who is it?’
‘you’ll see.’
‘fucking hell, tangerine, just tell me.’
‘i said you’ll fucking see it, all right? jezus fucking christ, mate.’ 
the rest of the car ride is silent. lemon’s dozing off in the passenger seat and tangerine’s driving.
he’s driven this route many times, he could remember it with his eyes closed. there’s a reason he’s never told anyone about this - not even lemon. all to prevent attracting the wrong kind of attention. he could never be too careful, given what he does for a living.
he pulls up to an apartment complex, and lemon stirs awake. tangerine turns off the car and gets out. 
he walks toward one of the staircases leading up to the apartments.
‘where the fuck are we?’ says lemon behind him. 
‘in a minute.’ says tangerine.
‘fuck that, man. we’re at some random apartment complex in a small town we don’t fucking know, because you claim there’s someone here who you know.’ says lemon.
‘will you give it a fucking rest mate?’ says tangerine, getting annoyed at his brother. ‘we’ll be able to sleep and get a meal or whatever. we’re here, so you can stop your fucking complaining.’
they’re standing in front of one of the apartments. there’s a small window next to the door and the curtains are closed. yet a little light streams through a small gap between them.
‘we’re fucking breaking in and entering now?’ lemon whisper-shouts at tangerine.
‘it’s not fucking breaking in and entering because i’ve got a fucking key you idiot.’ says tangerine, pulling said key out of one of his pockets. ‘now will you shut up?’ 
tangerine steps forward and unlocks the door. he enters the apartment, lemon following closely behind him. after locking the door, tangerine walks further into the apartment. 
‘tangerine who the fuck lives here?’ says lemon. 
lemon looks at his brother as tangerine walks up to what looks like the living room of the apartment, where the light was coming from.
it’s not very big, there’s just enough space for a couch, a small coffee table and a tv. on the couch, underneath a pile of blankets, is the top of a head with messy hair visible. on the screen, the subtitles of a movie or tv show are rolling. 
lemon watches as tangerine’s features soften when his eyes land on the person on the couch.
tangerine walks up to the couch, pulling the blankets slightly away from the person’s face and brushing some of the hair out of the way.
‘hello, love.’ says tangerine softly. 
you slowly open your eyes, blinking a few times. the face in front of you comes into focus as you wake up, and you smile. 
‘tan.’ you say. ‘you’re back.’
you sleepily reach out your arms to him and tangerine bends down to hug you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 
‘sorry for barging in here without notice, love, we just needed a place to crash and yours was closer.’ says tangerine.
‘we?’ you say, looking over his shoulder. 
it’s only then you notice there’s another man in your apartment. 
you let go of tangerine and get up from the couch, walking over to the other man.
‘hi.’ you say, holding out your hand for him to shake. ‘i’m y/n. you must be lemon?’
‘yeah.’ says lemon, clearly confused. 
‘tan’s told me a lot about you.’ you say. ‘i’m so glad we finally met.’ 
‘well, i’m sorry to say i’ve not a fucking clue who you are.’ says lemon.
you frown, turning your head to look at tangerine. 
‘you didn’t tell him about me?’ you say.
‘i told you, love, it’s safer this way.’ says tangerine, walking up to you.
‘i didn’t think the whole “not telling anyone about our relationship” thing also applied to your own brother.’ you say. 
‘i’m sorry i’m a little lost here, who exactly are you?’ says lemon.
‘she’s my girl, mate.’ says tangerine, wrapping an arm around your waist.
‘you’ve got a girlfriend and you didn’t tell me?’ says lemon.
‘no i didn’t because-‘
‘what the fuck mate!’
‘lemon, let me just-‘
‘how long?’
‘what?’
‘how long have you had a girl?’
‘little over a year.’
‘a fucking year?’ 
‘will you shut the fuck up for a second and stop fucking interrupting me?’ says tangerine. ‘y/n and i have been dating for over a year and we figured the less people knew about it, the safer she’d be. which is why i didn’t fucking tell anyone because i would like to keep her alive.’
‘uh, if i may?’ you say, getting the attention of both of the brothers who, right now, looked downright dangerous with all the tension building up. 
‘yeah, love?’ says tangerine.
‘we did agree to not tell anyone but i really didn’t know that meant lemon as well. as far as i know you spend a lot of time with him.’ you say. ‘but can we talk about all of this tomorrow? no offense, but it’s like three in the morning and i can tell everyone’s exhausted.’ 
‘yeah, sure.’ says tangerine as lemon nods. 
‘the guest bedroom is all good to go.’ you say to lemon. ‘feel free to use the shower as well, if you’d like.’ 
‘thank you.’ says lemon. 
‘it’s down the hall, third door to the right and the bathroom is the second door to the right.’ you say.
lemon thanks you again and takes off, muttering something about "secret fucking girlfriends" under his breath. 
you look at tangerine and smile up at him. 
'you alright?' you say.
'yeah, it wasn't that big of a deal. those guys were clearly not a big threat, we got the job done and got away with some cuts and bruises here and there, but we'll be fine.' says tangerine.
you take in the sight of him. it's true, he had the occasional cut or bruise on his face and his exposed neck, collarbone and part of his chest. you knew he liked the suits he wore and tried to maintain his look, but he often returned to you like this; no suit jacket, sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone. you liked him best that way.
‘missed you.’ you say, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around him.
‘missed you too, my love. so fucking much.’ says tangerine, nuzzling his face in your neck. ‘i’ll show you just how much i missed you tomorrow.’
‘tomorrow?’ you say.
‘yeah because i drove five fucking hours to get here and i’m exhausted.’ says tangerine, making you smile. 
‘i’ll take anything i can get.’
‘oh, you’ll get everything tomorrow, don’t you worry about that. for now i’ll just settle for some fucking sleep.’
‘it’s been too long since i’ve woken up with you next to me. how long are you staying?’
‘as long as you’d like, love.’
A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit
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Ahahaha I'm so normal about him I don't know what you mean haha please don't steal this man from me i'm clinging onto him as emotional support even though he'd probably fling me across a room.
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idk how much textual backing there is for this but given how iffy Lennox's loyalties seem to be... imagine a production where Lennox was ALSO working with the rebels/Norwegians, but just managed not to get caught
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smallest-moon · 8 months
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lessons 4-a and 4-c you're so special to me <33
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finiffy · 2 years
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A carp catalyst
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skelletors · 5 months
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Thinking about Scar being the Earth.
Thinking about Grian being the Sun. The Sun that sheds light onto the Earth, but not always. Whose harsh rays scorch and burn as easily as they give life. Who dips past the horizon and leaves parts of the Earth in darkness, in the cold. Alone. Who holds major sway over its activities based on if it is in light.
Thinking about Pearl being the Moon. The Moon that is always there, even in the bright of the Sun. Who effects the Earth, but only in tandem with it. Who holds only minor sway, but when you look up and listen what a beautiful thing it is, to stand under the Moon.
Thinking about the Sun and Moon eclipsing each other, for good or bad, shaking the way the Earth sees the sky.
Thinking about the Stars, how they are everywhere. How they are like the Sun but so, so different from the Earth's perspective. The light Earth sees is fleeting, distant, but the wonderful stories you can make together.
Thinking about Mars, and how close Mars and the Earth are, but how different they are because of where they stand. How they could be the same, if given the same opportunities. How the Earth is what Mars used to be.
Thinking about how little the Earth interacts with either, and yet how profoundly they are shifted.
Scar being the Earth is so poetic, I dunno man
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crystal-ru · 7 months
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First time making a original post and i wanted to post about my current obsession,my bbg
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unanchored-ship · 1 month
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guess what arrived today
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farshores · 2 months
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just casually sitting at my desk on a wednesday night, sipping on a matcha as i squeeze this levi plush between my tits
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robertsbarbie · 1 year
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not to have a mental fucking breakdown but this is so fucking good i’m gonnafucking die oh my fucking god no one ever talk to me again
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shinysparklesapphires · 7 months
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Baritone the typa guy to call you over and then when you cancel he's already got the rose petals on the bed and everything 😔
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