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mehidktbh · 1 year

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Between You And Me (P.t 1)

Pairing: Simon Riley x Nurse!Fem!Reader

Summary: You're in a secret relationship with Ghost, no one knows but with that comes problems. When one guy starts to get the hint that you're single. He finds out the only way to get you all by himself is to slowly hide in the shadows waiting for the perfect time.

Warning: War, unwanted/nonconsensual , secret relationship, touching, ANGST, grinding, reader is groped, TW SH (SEXUAL HARASSMENT), swearing, injuries and bloody wounds

A/N: 11 Days since my last post. Sorry for my in and out absents, idk why I'm not as committed as I use to be. But here's the Simon Riley fic everyone voted on!! (Part 2) Taglist: @lauraliisa, @mxtokko, @jemandderkeinenusernamenfindet, @ghostshotwife420, @snortangeldust, @thychuvaluswife, @quesowakanda, @goodsoup03, @cielobgers, @andy-unu-03, @sididakra-jo, @nocti1s, @luvfromkat, @lily-ilo, @iwmtfm, @elentiyaiswriting, @berryjuicyy, @crazyfandomist, @aqxz, @yaaamadaa-blog, @itsquinoa, @tomhollandisabae, @wivwer, @old-red-owl, theverycelestialgemini, leopardfang15, @iwmtfm

The smell of foul metal floated around the room, and the suddenly rich, thick blood decorated your hands. The metal dish dinged sharply as you dropped the final piece of glass down. Finally, straightening your back upwards to now look out the closed wound. Which was a horrific scene before. Only know it's been wiped down with alcohol and sown up with a neat row of stitches.

"All done." You happily said, relieved that you could now open a window when this guy left. The blood smell was getting to you. So gradually and carefully you began picking up your equipment, putting all the soaked bloody cotton balls on the metal dish. But you suddenly stoped when the sensation of a cold hand came out to grab you.

"Sorry, sweets. Just need a bit of help getting to the door" He smiled 'innocently' but you nodded in return. Ignoring and swallowing the sudden gut rench feeling you got as you let him grab hold of your whole arm. His fingers traced up and down your skin, as he gripped on tight, you kept silent as much as you wanted to scream and you quickly lead him to the door.

The sound of the door creaking open echoed through the barracks, mixing in with the sound of talking from down the hallway. You quickly smiled before beginning to turn away, only to be grabbed again. Fucking hell- "Thanks toots for the patch up" Smiling you said nothing in return, only trying to avert your gaze from his lustful eyes. His mouth practically breathed down your neck as you slowly pulled out of his reach. Finally shutting the door.

And you thought that was it... but you were wrong.

It started out as little there to their moments where he'd pop out of nowhere right as you were alone. When you were on break, signing off papers in your office, watching TV or simply going to the bathroom. You'd leave the room to smell his thick foul and unpleasant cologne reeking into your nose, his slipped-back hair as he lazily leaned on the wall. Complimenting you from your skin to your body.

And not to mention that one time he 'accidentally' touched your butt...

♡ ♡ ♡

You quietly hummed out a quiet tune, your eyes watching in awe every time as the coffee machine worked like magic. The particularly strong and good coffee slipped out from the machine nozzle, filling up the two cups only reserved for you and Simon.

His cup was white and plain, nothing that would tell anyone else that it could be their cup only the white insides of the cup were stained with the brown liquid. The stains that told everyone whoever was drinking from this cup liked it strong and black, no sugar or milk.

Only your cup was always lined up against the cabinet, side to side they weren't separated. Even in the dishwasher, they never threatened to separate. The seemingly bland white cup was always next to the paw-printed ceramic mug, dots of dog paws was something that showed everyone it was yours.

"For me?" You turned around suddenly, expecting to see Ghost already waiting to grab his cup even though you told him you'd get it for him. Only it was the same guy who'd been bugging you since day one. "No, it's for Ghost." You stood your ground, turning around as you showed no interest in him being there.

The sound of his footsteps crept closer behind you, the deliberately terrifying thumps of his boots made every hair on your body stand up. He reached higher to swing open the mug cabinet above you, purposely grinding the front of his pants against your butt.

The sudden movement shook you to your core as you quickly pulled away from the machine. Stopping the waterfall of coffee pouring earlier as you quickly took both mugs in your hands. Ignoring the burning sensation and forgetting to put your milk and sugar in.

♡ ♡ ♡

Ghost caught onto fast to your sudden nervousness fast. When you returned with his coffee in a rush, nearly tripping over as you made it to his desk. He was surprised to see how red beating your hands were, the imprint of your mistake lead him to wonder what made you run so fast. Though the whole time you said nothing, lying about how you forgot you had a meeting soon. Excusing yourself before leaving early too, Ghost stood there with a mug that only grew cold.

Not only that but after dark, he'd secretly sneak into your office to get close and hold hands under the only light you flicked on as he whispered sweet praises into your ear. Before you were constantly complaining about happening to leave early (it was midnight) as Simon ushered you out.

Now you hold onto his warm figure, his huge arms cage you into his embrace harder as you struggle to say goodbye. By the end of the night, he'd be the one to escort you back to your room, all the way until he made sure you were locked and safe. No matter how many times his rough accent softly demanded you tell him what was bothering you, you didn't say anything.

♡ ♡ ♡

"I'll be fine" You shush him, your finger coming up to sew his lips shut as he quietly chuckled. He stood tall and relaxed, the only time today when he can truly let go of his tense muscles. Your soft touch brings him back to the present as you press a quick final goodnight kiss to his cheek. Giggling when the heat instantly rose to his face, his lovesick eyes never wanted to leave you but sadly he watched you turn away.

You seemed to quicken your paste when you shut the door, as much as you reassured Simon you were okay you weren't. Feeling like you were being watched it was past midnight and the barracks fell deathly silent. Not a whisper of someone talking or the sound of someone snoring on the couch as an ad played. Only your footsteps quickened down the hall, twisting around every corner the sound of swift heavy boots followed quickly behind.

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callofdutygrlforlife · 4 months

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#call of duty #call of duty fanart #cod fanart #cod modern warfare #call of duty masterlist #simon riley x s/o #simon ghost riley #cod #cod mw2 #mw2 fanart #fanart #oc fanart #tumblr polls #Simon Riley x oc #ghost x medic oc #ghost x reader

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d0youc0py · 10 months

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Heyyy. This might b triggering so it’s okay if u don’t do it, but how would 141 + Konig react if reader was @ her friends house and got in the middle of an argument between friend + her bf and friends bf ended up hitting reader? (Kinda self indulgent 🫣)

“You always do this Simon!” You growled, shoving some clothes into an overnight bag.

“Do what?” He snapped back. He stood in the doorway, trying to slow his breathing. He was upset- more than upset, but he refused to loose his patience with you. “Just want to keep you safe kid.” He reminded.

“You’re trying to isolate me!” You shouted, making your way towards the bathroom. “Every time I try to do anything you always tell me it’s not safe- or that I shouldn’t trust this person. Newsflash Simon I have been able to survive on this earth without you.”

“I don’t like him.” He held strong. He wouldn’t compromise with you if he felt you were at risk. Your friend had invited you to spend the night at her house for a sleepover, and when you broke the news to Simon his first question was: ‘will that slag of hers be there?’ To be honest you hadn’t even thought about it. Why did it matter if he was there? You knew Simon trusted you but his constant distrust of other people was starting to wear on you.

“That doesn’t really matter Simon.” You sighed. You stood in front of him expectantly, waiting for him to move out of the frame. “Besides what evidence to you have against him?”

“He’s a strange man.” He responded.

“He’s not a stranger Simon. We’ve been on like three double dates with them.” You huffed, taking it upon yourself to push past him when he refused to move. He growled to himself, following you around the flat. Suddenly his hands gripped your hips pulling you back towards him. His neck bent down and you instinctually made room for his head by tilting yours to the side.

“Just stay home with me tonight, yeah?” The anger left your body at his soft words and the small kisses placed against your neck. “Or at least say you can’t spend the night. No reason for you to be away for that long.” You turned in his arms, placing a kiss against his chin.

“Simon I’ll be fine, yeah?” You murmured, causing another huff to escape him.

•••

That turned out to be a fat lie.

“Do you think Simon’s going to propose anytime soon?” She asked causing you to flush. “You two have been together for what, three, four years?”

“Just two.” You corrected politely. “I don’t know honestly, haven’t really thought about it much.”

“Such a lie.” She snickered, wiggling her brows at you. You rolled your eyes waving her off.

“Keep it down in there!” You both jumped at the sudden boom from the living room.

“Sorry Rick!” Your friend shouted, seemingly unbothered by his nasty tone. A pit formed in your stomach.

“He always talk to you like that?” You asked, keeping your voice down. She looked at you with a small smile.

“Just when I’m bothering him. Surely Simon snaps at you.” She explained. How could she not realize how out of touch her statement was.

“Not like that.” You said.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You winced as Ricks voice rung out from behind you. How the hell were you suppose to get out of this one? “You comin into my house, filling my girls head with shite?” He snarled. You quickly stood up.

“No, course not.” You smiled, making your way towards the door.

“I’m good to her.” He huffed, following your footsteps. You nodded your head in agreement.

“I’m sure you are.” You offered a weak smile, peaking behind you to make sure you didn’t trip over any furniture. His arm darted out gripping yours, tugging you close to him.

“You’re sure?” He pressed. You were a quivering mess at this point. Fear and adrenaline being to much for your body to process.

“Rick!” Your friend yelled. He threw a harsh ‘shut up’ over his shoulder. Your mind raced trying to remember even just one technique Simon had showed you. You wished you had payed more attention, instead of just staring at his arms the whole time.

“You’re sure?” He growled again giving you a shake.

“Stop!” You shouted. It was met with a harsh smack to your face.

“I’ve got neighbors you little”- His words were cut off as Simon’s words finally rang through your head:

“When in doubt, aim for the balls or the throat.”

You decided the first one was the most viable option. It had caught him off guard enough to loosen his grip and it was all you needed, slamming the front door shut behind you. You had made it down the flight of stairs, your hands searching your pockets for your phone only to realize you had left it inside.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, trying to make heads or tails of where you were. You weren’t overly familiar with this area. But you were familiar with the fast approaching figure heading towards you. “Simon.” You gasped, hurdling yourself towards him. You didn’t know why he was here but you sure as shit weren’t complaining.

Even through your own shakes you could feel him tremble against you. You let out a sob as he tried to pull away from you.

“He touch you?” He growled, none of it’s malice towards you. Your cheek burned and you could only imagine the mark it had left.

“I want to go home.” You sputtered, burying your face in the safety of his shoulder. He swallowed down his anger to the best of his ability.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He murmured against your head. He carried you to the truck, buckling you up. He continued to let you cling to him until you had calmed, and the loudest thing between you two was his pounding heartbeat. “Tell me what happened, yeah?” He hummed, trying his hardest to fake some calmness.

“He grabbed my arm.” You whispered. His chest heaved. “And”- you cut yourself off. Taking a small breath you pulled away from him, his heated eyes quickly falling on the bruise already spreading over half your face. His face flushed, but he was able to hold in the burning of his body.

“Sweetheart.” He said slowly. He pressed his lips against your forehead. “Give me the apartment number.”

“1G.” You said, with surprisingly little hesitation. Whatever Simon was about to do, it was deserved.

When Simon came back he was shockingly clean, and shockingly poised. He tossed your overnight bag into the back seat and handed you your phone when he got into the drivers seat.

“Simon”- he cut you off by tangling both your hands with one of his, pulling out of the parking garage. You didn’t need to know. You didn’t need to know that he had broken down a door- and almost every bone in that man’s body. That he had been waiting outside the apartment building for the past three hours, stewing in his own protectiveness. Your friend wasn’t even mad. She didn’t bat an eye when Simon asked to use her bathroom to clean himself up a bit- not wanting that man’s blood anywhere near your precious body.

He brought your hands up pressing a kiss against your knuckles, pulling into the grocery store parking lot for a bag of frozen peas and ice cream.

He wasn’t suppose to be home yet. He had at least another week away- another week for your bruised face to heal. It had just began to look better, the harsh purple color fading to more of a greenish yellow color.

He opened the door, steadying himself for the only attack he actually enjoyed. Your pressing yourself as close to him as you could, tangling your limbs with any part of him, your lips suffocating any thought he had other than he was finally home with you. His stomach dropped when it never came, shutting to door behind him his bag thumping loud against the floor.

“Sweetheart?” His voice boomed, the worst running through his head. He reminded himself he wasn’t suppose to be home for another week and that you weren’t expecting him. Yet your car was in the driveway and there was still no sign of you.

“I’m here.” His shoulders relaxed, your voice melting his brain just right.

“Where are y”- he stopped himself. You were standing in front of him. The realization as to why you weren’t all over him right now crashing down on him harder than a bullet. You- his literal everything- adorned with a sickening brush on your cheek. The same cheek he would brush his beard against to make you laugh. The same cheek his fingers would stroke to self soothe when his brain was just too loud. The same cheek that would flush berry red when he mumbled certain things against you.

“I can explain.” You said quickly, allowing him to maneuver the two of you to the couch. You quickly found your designated spot on his lap, hoping your touch would cause the storm that was about to ensure lighten.

“I want a name.” His voice was calm. Too calm.

“It was an accident. Fell in the garden and hit myself on that big rock you keep telling me to look out for.”

He wasn’t buying it. His face stone cold, as his thumb traced over the healing brush gently.

“I’ll be good.” He assured. He couldn’t fathom why you wanted to protect this person. Must’ve been someone you knew. “Name, please.”

“John.” You whined, clawing at his shirt. He huffed and relaxed you against him, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

“You don’t want to tell me because you think I’ll overreact.” He couldn’t even blame you for that. The man would happily start a war over you. “I won’t touch ‘em, I promise.” He whispered. His hand rubbed up and down your back and you realized just how much you needed the comfort. His hand stopped at your neck, massaging the tense muscles. “Just need to know who hurt my love, hmm?”

“Promise you won’t hurt anyone?” You insisted using his chest to cover up a yawn. He hummed, nodding his head.

“Rick. Remember Kelsey’s boyfriend? I went over to her house and he showed up drunk yelling at her about some fight they had earlier. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and before I knew it he hit me.” You explained. The normally comfortable body under you had turned ridged, his heartbeat drumming against your ear. “John?”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” He chuckled slowly against your temple. “Did you”-

“Put a frozen steak on it? Yeah.”

“I’m sorry that happened darling.” He sighed. His large hands gripped your sides pulling you away from him just for a moment. “If something like that ever happens again you call me, understand?” His eyebrow rose to show his seriousness.

“Yes sir.” You swore a small smile on your lips.

He had kept his promise- he didn’t hurt anyone. But he couldn’t allow someone who hurt you live a comfortable life. It would go against his oath to you if he did.

And besides, someone has to make the enemy afraid of the dark.

He should’ve know better than to leave you alone. He thought that for just one moment while he went to the bathroom it would be safe. You had been tucked under his arm the whole evening, so everyone knew who you were there with. It was his fault for assuming his physique was enough to keep any unwanted advancements away. Time slowed as he came out of the bathroom, his trained eyes spotting you right where he had left you, except you were on the floor. Tears streaming down that perfect face of yours, your own hand cupping your cheek. He didn’t even need to see your best friend pulling at her boyfriends arm in shock- or the way his green eyes stared at his own hand like it had just appeared out of thin air to know what had happened.

Johnny was by your side in an instant, pulling your hazy body to its feet. He’d experienced this before on the field. Everything moving in slow motion- hyper focusing on the important things. Right now it was you.

“Mac.” You gasped, your fingers curling into his shirt sleeve. Like a shockwave he was pulled back into real time. The loud chatter of the bar. The smell of cigarettes and stale beer. The fear rolling off of you. It made his blood boil. He turned to look at Rick his mind going into autopilot. His hand shot out grabbing him by the shirt collar on flinging him backwards. The bar went dead silent the only sound was Ricks body slamming into the wall of liquor bottles behind the bar. Johnny took a few steps forward wanting to finish what he had just started. That wasn’t enough of a punishment. He wouldn’t be happy till he was unrecognizable. “Jo.” Your pleading voice snapped him out of it once more.

In that moment he realized how selfish he was. You were scared and needed assurance, not seeing your husband nearly kill someone. He wrapped a sturdy arm around you guiding you out of the disheveled bar. The cold felt good against your heated bodies.

“I don’t know what happened.” You sputtered, letting the Scot support your body weight. “Camilla was making a joke about how angry Rick gets when she folds his laundry wrong and I made a joke about how she still does his laundry and then he”-

You couldn’t even get through the story.

“Let me see.” Johnny hushed, gently removing your hand from your face. He leaned forward pressing a light kiss against the throbbing flesh. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Six out of ten.” You responded, nuzzling your way back into his strong chest. All you wanted was to be home in bed in the safety of his arms. The smell of pine tickled your brain enough for the tears to stop.

“Should go back there and”-

“No.” You huffed.

“That number is too damn high for me to let him off easy.”

“Easy? You threw the man across the room with one hand.” You reminded.

“Should make it so he only has one hand.”

“Johnny.” The use of his full name stopped the unintelligible Scottish rambling that was sure to ensue. “Can we go home please?”

“Hey sweetheart, need me to come pick you up?” Kyle spoke into the phone that was resting between his shoulder and his cheek. When you sniffled into the phone he didn’t even bother to pause his game, his fingers gripping the device in his hand.

“Ky.” You mumbled. You mumbled in that specific tone that cracked his heart in such a wince worthy way. “I need help.” His blood ran cold.

“Stay on the phone with me, yeah.” He demanded, shoving his feet into a pair of shoes. “What happened?” The sound of his car starting settled you a little bit. “You still at your friends house?”

“No, I’m down the street, by the library.” You sniffed. “He hit me, Ky.”

A sound let Kyles throat- a mix of a growl and a whine. His foot pressed even harder against the accelerator, running straight through a red light. His body was shaking, adrenaline heightening his senses. He wished the two of you didn’t live in such a big city with so much fucking traffic.

“Who’s he?” Kyle snarled.

“Jess’s boyfriend.” You emphasized. “They got into a stupid fight about which Pizza to order for lunch and all I did was fucking agree with her.”

He felt sick. He’d seen a lot of gruesome shit in his life, but the thought of someone hurting you took the cake. He could imagine how scared you were- how scared you are. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and he imagined your heart rate was about the same as his right now. He can imagine you scrambling to find a way out of there- away from the danger.

“After this we’re practicing those damn self dense moves.” He gritted. You mumbled an ‘okay’ before seeing a familiar sleek, black car pull up next to you.

“How’d you get here so fast?” You questioned, hanging up the phone as he got out of the car.

“Let me see.” He insisted, pressing the back of his palm against your heated cheek. You winced, shying away. “Let’s go get you some ice.” He said mostly to himself. He rested a hand on the back of your neck guiding you to the passenger side.

He kept his hand in your lap the whole drive to the grocery store. “What pizza did he want?”

“Pepperoni with mushrooms.” You replied. The rest of the ride was silent, Kyle went into the store without you.

“Hold this against your face.” He pressed a bag of frozen peas to your cheek. He unwrapped your favorite candy bar, placing it in your lap. Even with your swollen face you couldn’t stop a smile. “I need to make a quick stop before we go home.” His eyes flickered over to you, the same flash of anger striking through him as he took your appearance in. You didn’t think anything of it till he turned down your friends street.

“Kyle.” You mumbled. The last thing you wanted to do was be back here.

“I know baby, I know.” He tried his best to soothe, but he was so riled up. He needed to get this out of his system. Besides he couldn’t just let people hurt you and get away with it. “Stay here, I’ll only be a second.” He closed the door behind him, grabbing a frozen pizza that you didn’t even know he got out of the backseat. You watched anxiously as he made his way up the driveway ringing the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal Rick and Kyle wasted absolutely no time shoving the frozen pizza in his face. The strength of it sent Rick flying backwards and Kyle took the upmost pleasure in the loud crack of his nose breaking.

“Traffic is bad mein Herz. I’m going to be a little late.” You huffed at his words.

“Drive safe I’ll see you soon.”

“He running late?” Your friend questioned as you made your way back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, should be here soon though.” She smiled, taking dinner out of the oven. “Help me set up?” She asked over her shoulder, making her way to the dinning room. You began grabbing the silverware out of the drawer.

“No, Konig?” Rick asked, sitting down at the kitchen island. You shook your head.

“He’ll be here soon.” You assured.

“That’s too bad.” His hand landing on your hip followed his slimy words.

“What are you doing?” You spat, backing away. He shushed you.

“Keep you’re voice down. Don’t want her to find us out, yeah?” He said, nodding his head towards the dinning room.

“There is nothing to find out!” You must’ve said it too loud, because Ricks hand flung forward connecting with your cheek. You dropped the spoons in your hand, then clattering loudly on the floor. You didn’t even have time to feel scared, catching sight of the colossal figure in the doorway.

Rick followed your gaze and it was almost laugh worthy at how quickly he lost all confidence.

“Schatz?” Konig held out his car keys to you. “Wait in the car, please.”

Gentle blue eyes watched you, almost chuckling at the way you skipped over to him. Konig reveled in the way you trusted him. Trusted him to take care of you- to protect you. Later he would wrap you up in his arms and hold a bag of ice to your face, but right now he had other things to deal with.

“And turn the music up. It might get loud in here.”

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tojisun · 6 months

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this is so biker simon coded omfg

I ADDED THIS TO MY PLAYLIST SO QUICK OMG AND UR SO RIGHT THIS IS SO BIKER!SIMON CODED!! the way he’s so affected by what she does to him??? mmmmm thats simon alright

i should definitely write smut on simon’s pov omg??

hearing the words you tell him – si, y’r so fuckin’ hot like this; love how y’r so sure of y’rself; my big boy, so protective of me – while he’s on the road, his hands gripping the handlebars so tight that his knuckles turn pale, his body trembling and racked with echoing desires.

makes simon swerve towards the nearest exit to take a taste of you, greedy hands quick in pulling your helmets away so his lips can rove across your face – kissing your brow bone, nipping your cheek, then finally ravishing your lips, tugging and licking and reducing you to stuttered breaths.

his hands mapping your body, fiddling with your zippers and ripping your jacket away to feel your chilled skin underneath. slides his hands along the sides of your waist, trailing down to grip your hips, before finding purchase on the swell of your ass where he picks you up and deposits you on the seat of his bike.

simon steps between your parted legs, slotting himself there as he continues to steal the air in your lungs, so drunk off of you. so drunk of how you taste.

and when he pulls back just enough to free his lips, all he says is, “c’mon sweet girl. show me how much you need me.”

#suns #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #mY GODDD THIS SONG IS SO HOT??#i LOVE WHEN COD MEN ARE SO AFFECTED BY WHAT THEIR S/O DOES #simon ghost riley #ghostfkr #ask

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obsolescent · 9 months

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So glad people are pointing out the OOC writings that are being created.

It’s nice to have headcanons, I have some myself that I use in my own writing. Headcanons can give more life to the characters, building on their lore. But, many are just taking whatever fantasy they have in their heads and projecting it onto a character with no regard for how that character really is.

It would be better if those who wrote those type of fanfics would have a disclaimer that the content is OOC but majority don’t. I honestly haven’t seen that tag in years.

Just to name a couple characters I’ve seen it really hit, like, sorry but Ghost is definitely not abusive or toxic, and Leon Kennedy is the most awkward, kind character I’ve seen canonically. It surprises me that more people aren’t connecting with these characters on a deeper level, just using them at surface value. Aren’t delving into their lore and creating work based on that. So much could be written about these two.

The more serious work I’ve written hasn’t received hardly any attention and when things I’ve written that involve sexual situations has easily hit 100+ notes. Just seeing it firsthand is…Disheartening?

“Sex sells” is really a phrase that can sum up a lot of fan fiction that gets attention nowadays. There isn’t anything wrong with that, it’s just whenever you go to the tags it’s all you see. More serious work is drowned out and gets lost.

This is all to say that I wish to find others who write more serious work. If you do please let me know, I would love to see your stories and check out your writings!!

#o text #i’m kinda nervous to post this but i needed to rant #and find more who write more serious work!!!!#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty

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lymmsweb · 1 year

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Hello! I adore your writing!

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for 141 + Rudy and anyone else, where the reader and the character where their hands accidentally brush up against each other, and the character takes it as an attempt to hold hands, so said character holds their hand, and reader is confused, but completely understanding.

I'm sorry if this is weird

Thank you and have a great day <3

John "Soap" MacTavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Rodolfo Parra

Words: 1.6k +

Tws: being drunk, mentions of blackmail

John "Soap" MacTavish

You and Soap had been on an intel mission that backfired, leaving you with a bullet wound in your bicep as you two were running to a safe house. The blood loss and exercise making you feel lightheaded. Once both of you were in a safe position he was finally able to pay attention to your wound, he bit his cheek slightly as he ripped your bloodied sleeve open to take care of it.

As soon as he had finished he sat down next to you, only a foot apart. He was talking to Price as your eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier by each passing moment. Your limbs started to relax and become limp just by listening to the Scottish man's voice fill the space. Your hand had dropped from your lap to the ground in between you two, the cold, blood splattered ground was a stark contrast of the warmth of your bloodied arm that you had been holding even after Soap put some bandages on it.

Your pinkie was resting lightly against this. Soap took note of this, his gaze moving from your hand to your face. To him, despite the blood, sweat and dirt, you looked beautiful and strong yet in need of comfort. He didn't have a second thought as he extended his calloused hand on top of yours, the warmth of his hand jolted you awake.

Your head snapped to look at him, all he could offer was a sheepish smile. His cheeks started to heat up and turn a light shade of red, "Price is coming to pick us up in a couple hours." he softly whispered, massaging the back of your hand to calm you. You responded to him by moving slowly up against him, making sure your arm doesn't move in any way that would cause any more pain, moving his hand to your thigh and resting your head on his shoulder. He gently squeezed your thigh as he rested his head on top of yours, his breathing lulling you to sleep.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You were making a cup of coffee in the base’s kitchen, desperate for any form of energy you could get as there was so much paperwork in need to be completed by the morning. The buzzing noises of the machine disrupted your thoughts, dragging the moment on forever as it seemed like an eternity had passed just by waiting for it to be finished.

“Are you okay?” a gruff voice boomed next to you, the question sounded more like a demand. You flinched harshly in response, feeling the presence of the familiar man behind you made the hairs on the back of your neck prick up. “Yeah, im just…” you turned around, staring into the eyes of the guy that was boring holes into the coffee machine “making coffee, I’ve got so much paperwork to do!” You groaned at him, clenching and unclenching your fists as if you were trying to contain your emotions.

Once your coffee was done, you two spent a solid 3 minutes just basking in eachother’s presence and catching up on how your day had been, the boiling coffee offering warmth to the cold atmosphere that filled the air. You lifted your aching body up from the countertop to make your way to the door, Ghost took note of this and got up too. He didn’t say anything, just trailed behind you as you were making your way for the exit. “Where are you heading to now?” you asked as you held the door open for him, he offered you a small nod and quickly took his place by your side.

“I’m…walking you back to your room.” He answered in a huff, acting as if it meant nothing to him yet his heart was beating so hard he was about to have an aneurism. He was conscious of how he swallowed a little harder than usual after his sentence, how his hand started to feel sweaty like a school boy finally talking to his crush. He felt pathetic that a man of his status felt like this, yet he longed for the freeing feeling of youth again. That’s why when your hand brushed up against his, his first reaction was to hold your hand. Even he was suprised when he looked at you, looking right back at him was your confused face, shame instantly takes over him as you just stay there looking at his hand. He didn’t know what to do, the Ghost panicked at simple physical affection, until you squeezed his trembling hand. Neither of you dared to say a word, yet walked back to you room in a comfortable silence hand in hand.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

You two had been out drinking to ease up the stress you two had been under, despite this you made the smart decision to not get shit faced drunk unlike a certain British man. You watched in pure amusement as he ordered his fifth drink in slurred words mixing together. Even though you were no where near Gaz’s level of drunk, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at him. He whipped his head at you with a pout on his lips, jabbing you harshly in your ribs.

“Gaz!” You groaned at him, feigning being in pain from the playful action. This however didn’t grab his attention, his attention was quickly back on the bartender that had just placed the beer he asked for in front of him. You sighed and checked your phone for the time, it was 11:23pm, it was around time to be getting back to base. You bit your cheek slightly before lifting your glass cup to your lips to finally finish off your drink. Deciding to wait until he finished his drink to finally say drag him out of the pub.

“Gaz, we should go now.” You pointed out, tapping him lightly on his arm as you got up from your stool. He slowly slipped out of his seat and unsteadily got up, stretching his back after hours of being hunched over. He waved goodbye to the bartender in a sluggish moment before he left, in typical England fashion the weather was freezing and the pavement was frosted over - this didn’t mix well with his drunken state as the second he stepped foot onto the concrete he looked like a baby deer learning to stand. Feeling the alcohol in your system, you couldn’t help but start cackling at him. This continued on until he managed to get upright at find balance, you slowly made you way towards him, now regretting laughing at him because you felt as each step you took was one step before falling on your ass.

Before you were able to fully stand next to him, you felt your foot give in and slip underneath you. In trying to catch yourself you flayed your arms out, instead of the pavement you felt Gaz’s warm hands clutch yours although you two had little to no time to process to contact before you took Gaz down with you. The fall and pressure of Gaz’s weight winded you, knocking any teasing words out of you mouth. It was now his turn to let out his hyena type laugh, slowly getting off of you and trying to stand up. You quickly recovered from pure embarrassment and tried to get up too, finding it a very difficult task. “Le’s just hold eachother’s hands for balance yo’ know?” He giggled, stretching his hand to meet yours. As soon as you grabbed his he gripped your hand tight - interlocking your fingers. He held on until you two got back to base from essentially waddling your way back from the pub, Price would’ve normally given you two a lecture but he would much rather video Gaz to embarrass him at a future date.

Rodolfo Parra

You two decided to watch a scary movie in your free time, originally it was supposed to be you two plus Alejandro but he had important paperwork to do last second. He was sat on one end of the couch whilst you were on the other, a mere inches apart. Both of you occasionally spoke during the film, commenting on some of the stupid things the protagonist did or said.

None of the jumpscares got either of you to squeal like little girls, instead earning either deadpan stares or a chuckle. It had been like this for most of the movie, until once scene finally broke you two, causing both of you to flinch harshly. This caused you to lean into him more, finding comfort and comedy in his distress. Rodolfo swore in spanish under his breath, his body was pumped with adrenaline yet when he felt you next to him he didn’t know what to do. He felt his hands clam up slightly from anxiety, the cause of the anxiety was a mix of your contact and the cheap scare.

He reached over and grabbed you hand, making sure to rub any sweat on his leg before hand, his rough, calloused palm encased yours. The physical touch grounding you back to reality, you couldn’t help but grab his hand too and laugh at him mockingly. “Cállate!” He retorted, thrashing your hand around to emphasise his point “You got scared too! I don’t know why your laughing.” A frown was contorting his face, not feeling good about being scared shitless and then laughed at when he’s seen way worse things in the battlefield. Yet this thought didn’t last long as he too started laughing quietly too, squeezing your hand ever so slightly tighter as a grin started to form on your features.

A/N: no.1 im sorry this took so long to make, ive been lacking motivation no.2 I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR ON MOBILE, ITS SO GLITCHY WITH THE :readmore: THINGY ITS UNBEARABLE

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[[CALL OF DUTY]]

THESE BOYS - HEADCANONS

Hi friends! Welcome to my new fixation lol. I just wanted to start out with some headcanons just to kind of bulid them how I would like... Hope you enjoy🔪💕

MASTERLIST

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

As he says in the game, Simon has a heart, a very cold one, however to the people he truly loves and holds close you get to see his heart and it is one of gold. He is a man that has seen a lot in life and been through too much bad that he thinks there is no way he could ever be good or meant to find love, however that is completely untrue and sometimes Simon needs that reminder. It may take a solid year before he even smiles at you under the mask or let alone share a deep conversation with you. It takes a long time for him to trust, but when he does, you are his family. No if ands or buts.

Because of this Simon has a very small social circle. Ghost knows many due to work and connections, people he has worked for and favours he'd have favours to return, however Simon only knows a couple people, truly knows them. And when he knows you he reminds all of your subtle mannerisms, your childhood stories, want you like and what you hate. No detail will be forgotten and it is a pleasure to know him.

Ghost watches everything.... absolutely everything. On missions you often see him stepped aside or behind the others but that definitely doesn't mean he will stand there and take it, we all know that well, and at home is no exception. He likes to observe you in all ways from making your coffee in the morning to just watching you get ready for bed. This carries over into the bedroom, that's right, Simon loves to give orders and watch you do so much for him. You're his perfect little baby and he wants to see you a mess.

Also one of his favorite things is to have you sit in front of him and please yourself, watch you struggle to get the feeling only Simon can give you. Normally he doesn't have the patience of a God but for moments like these he will take his time to watch you fall apart for him only because Simon knows the world of pleasure and pain he will give you after.

Surprisingly however, this man is an incredibly giving person behind closed doors, just for you to see. Simon enjoys getting you little gifts after long grueling missions, buying your favorite food, he just doesn't like the kind of gifts that are overly showy like walking around with a bunch of flowers is not his style. Speaking of giving behind closed doors, Ghost loves to push you to your absolute limit in the bedroom, with all his observations of you he takes every little hint and move forward to get the best results so to speak. He simply cannot get off if you haven't at least twice before him.

However, do not let that pleasing and giving nature in the bedroom lull you into a false sense of security because Simon is a big fan of edging you over and over again, making you cry and squeal, hit him and claw at him, he wants to see/hear it all. Ghost is a sadist after all (just not as much as König).

Nights are the hardest for him, even though he will never admit it. Simon has a horrendous time trying to sleep and when he finally does it is very light, waking up if he hears a truck pull up or if you move too much in bed. No matter what you try he will just brush it off and say "Nothing to worry 'bout, love" but it does worry about you. Often times you will try to stay up with Simon and he appreciates it everytime but will always hush you to bed and watch you on his chest.

KÖNIG

He may have severe social anxiety but when he is out in the field he gets so hopped up on adrenaline and stress that he becomes outgoing and more than capable of everything the mission needs, even becoming a leader when he needs to be. The problem comes when he is on the bases and in meetings, he shifts a lot in his seat, bounces his leg and even nibbles on his lips so badly they begin to bleed behind the mask. Even when König is home, the anxiety sets in so he relies on trying to keep constantly busy so he doesn't have to sit with his own thoughts.

With that, he surprisingly has a major caffeine addiction, it keeps him awake, alert and oddly makes him calm when he is on that high. Always the day has to begin with a black coffee then a redbull then whatever else he can get his hands on, even if he is on a mission König will try anything for energy drinks.

Although this man is a mountain, good luck keeping him still and being able to relax for the day. König will try for you to have a relaxing day on the couch and just watching movies, however, he just finds it impossible. If you want a day in bed, he doesn't have an issue but it just means you will be getting busy the whole time.

König is a big boy and that doesn't mean his stamina is low, no, no. It's the absolute opposite. One round is never enough for him, never, ever. When he gets home to see you, there is no way you are getting out of the primal, animalistic urges he has. There is a reason his name is "king", he always gets what he wants in not exactly the softest way. König's energy is more rough and needy, desperate I'm a way as he takes you in anyway possible, even forcing you to take it when you can't any longer. The man loves to use ropes as well, tying your writhing body down to watch you beg and cry with overstimulation as me makes you cum over and over, forcing you and breeding you animalistically. It will be hours before his knife comes out to cut the ropes and lap up any blood that comes from it.

Speaking of knives and blood, König has an honest love for it. He is gross the field, brutal and a 250 pound beast. His passion for knives is unmatched and sees pleasure in the kill when he plunges the blade within a body or when he gets a sniper shot.

König might be a huge mountain with anxiety, a passion for the thrill of the kill, often a stubborn bastard who can be a prick and his the libido of a God but when König finally finds his partner as awkward as he might be at first, he falls hard and is full of fire, feeling deeply and truly just wanting someone to talk with on the nights he can't sleep, although he sleeps like a fucking immovable rock. Now, you won't go out much to bars or movies or restaurants for dates, he just loves the quiet places and long drives.

#yayyyy so excited to branch out a little #my writing #cod #call of duty #König #simon riley #ghost #x you #x reader #x s/o #modern warfare #fanfiction #smut #headcanons

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thebigbadbatswife · 9 days

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the most x reader lyrics ever honestly

#x reader #fictional s/o #character x reader #fictional other #f/o imagines #f/o community #bruce wayne x reader #he was the first one i thought if when i first heard these lyrics lol #simon ghost riley x reader #him too #oliver queen x reader

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skinnyazn · 1 month

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Brainrot work doodle of 💀x 🐆 enjoying a cuppa while watching the sunrise

#Simon so b i g #jag so s m o l #Simon ghost Riley #jaguar #simon ghost Riley x jaguar #cod mw2 #cod art #ghost art #fan art #my art #ghost x jag

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thatgrlnany · 4 months

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Lol simon would send u some texts and then when u call him back this mf be like “talk to me, mama😊”

OMG YES THAT’S SO TRUE! I picture his texts smt like this:

“Mama answer the phone.” “Mama pick up.”

“Mama?”

And then when you eventually call him back, you hear faint rustling in the background and heavy breathing. “Simon?” A low groan and a “Talk to me mama, how was your day?”

You’re still suspicious but still proceed to yap about your day and whatnot. Soon enough you feel like your talking a bit too much for your liking, “Si? You still there?” you mumble softly waiting for a response but all you get is a moan in return. “Fuck, mama. Got me so damn hard. Need your tight fucking cunt around my fat cock.” And you whine, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Fuck mama, can’t wait to get home and fuck dumb.”

“Gonna fill you up so good with my load. You’ll have all my babies, won’t you, mama?”

“Gonna knock you up so good, mama.”

Let’s just say that was by far the most interesting sex call conversation you’ve had with him this month.

-Nany 🩷

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x y/n #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon riley smut #simon riley imagine #simon riley x s/o #simon ghost smut

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Between You And Me (P.t 2)

Pairing: Simon Riley x Nurse!Fem!Reader

Summary: You try to ignore that night and what happened. Ignoring your boyfriend in hopes he doesn't find out what happened that night. But yet he does and just in time too.

Warning: War, unwanted/nonconsensual, secret relationship, touching, ANGST, fluff and comfort, TW SH (SEXUAL HARASSMENT), illusions to SH (SEXUAL HARASSMENT), fainting, little fighting and violence

A/N: Sorry... for the uh... absence... 👀 (Part 1)

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As the footsteps drew nearer, echoing through the darkness, they closed in on you with an unsettling stealth, reminiscent of a fox cornering its prey. Your heart pounded in your chest as you reached your office door, desperately grasping the handle and attempting to push your way inside. But before you could find safety within, a hand halted your progress, chilling your hips with its touch. Anxiety washed over you, heavy and suffocating, as if threatening to consume you entirely.

"Let go of me," you asserted firmly, standing your ground and inching your hips back, a clear display of your discomfort. "Don't play games, Princess," a voice sneered, its presence accompanied by an unfamiliar scent that filled your nostrils. Despite your years as a medic within this organization, you had never encountered someone like this—a despicable individual who still possessed an air of arrogance, clinging to his dignity as he perpetrated his vile actions.

You felt his hands rise slowly, and though you were clad in your trusty hospital scrubs, providing a barrier between his skin and yours, you could sense the weight of his touch. The darkness shrouded your vision, as you remained frozen, facing the wooden door, unable to identify the person lurking behind you throughout the night. The hallway, an enigmatic and mysterious abyss, seemed to torture you with its thickness. Then, suddenly, a flicker of light erupted from the far end of the hall, exposing a glimpse of the unknown. At that moment, your assailant vanished into the shadows, leaving you unable to shake off the remnants of fear that had paralyzed you.

♡ ♡ ♡

It's been two days since that night, though it's felt like you've been going through pain and hell to even wake up. You couldn't bare the thought of seeing him just simply existing and walking around with his dignity in his hands. It shook you to your core and now you lay down in your dorm, staring at the ceiling in silence. Draining your energy and clouding your thoughts. With each passing moment, your eyelids grow heavier, as if burdened by invisible weights, tempting you to surrender to the allure of sleep. "Y/N! Get up we need all hands!" A voice suddenly yells from outside your door, banging on it as you jolt awake. Shouting back you'll be down soon as you scatter to get up, scavenging through your clothes on the floor before throwing them on. Opening your dorm door and walking towards the medical section of the barracks. Turning a corner you see out of the corner of your eyes your boyfriend. Ghost. You feel bad for ignoring him for the past two days, trying to avoid his presence and where he always hangs around. Even going far as to sometimes ignore him around midnight, when you guys would stay up in one of your dorm rooms. Talking below a whisper to not wake anyone up beside youse as you whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears. And the more you ignored him the more you longed for him and his touch, his dark voice and handsome appearance. And the second you pass him he looks your way, blocking out Soap as he goes on about something he saw outside the barracks this morning. He eyes you as you walk past, he knows by the way you speed walk past, keeping your eyes trained hard in front of you. That you don't actually want to ignore him yet he doesn't intervene or call your name... he'll stop you later... - - -

Overhead, fluorescent lights cast a bright, clinical glow that illuminates the room, ensuring visibility even during the darkest hours. Medical supplies are meticulously arranged on shelves and in cabinets, their contents carefully labelled and readily accessible. You can find neatly stacked bandages, gauze, and medical instruments, each item serving as a silent reminder of the room's purpose: to provide essential medical care to those in need.

The walls are adorned with informational posters, displaying diagrams of the human body and illustrations of proper medical procedures. These educational tools serve as a constant reminder of the medical staff's dedication to their craft and their commitment to maintaining the health and well-being of the barracks' inhabitants.

A small desk sits in one corner of the room, where you can usually be found, diligently recording patient information, attending to paperwork, and ensuring the smooth operation of the medical facility. An array of medical equipment, such as a blood pressure monitor, stethoscope, and examination tools, are readily available, indicating the room's capacity for comprehensive medical assessments. You stand silently near the sink, cleaning off and disinfecting some of the metal medical tools you used recently. Some tweezers and scissors as you run a disinfecting wipe along the blade making sure the bacteria and any blood are wiped clean. Turning around at the sound of the door opening and closing, thinking it's a soldier you turn around with a smile to greet them. Dropping it instantly when you realise...

"Missed me?" he taunts, a chuckle escaping his lips, his arms wide open as he strides toward you with ill intentions. Despite the rising unease, you muster the courage to hold your ground, determined to maintain your confidence. "What do you want? This room is strictly for medical purposes," you assert, making it clear that anything beyond that is unacceptable. However, he disregards your words, refusing to leave and inching closer until he stands directly in front of you.

"I came to see you, Y/N," he sneers, his voice dripping with revulsion. The knowledge of his intentions sends waves of disgust surging through you, causing an internal struggle. You attempt to sidestep him, but he quickly extends his arm, blocking your path and forcefully gripping your waist, pressing you against the wall. His proximity is suffocating, and you instinctively turn your head away, shooting him a glare filled with sheer loathing, silently conveying your plea for him to stop. Yet, he remains undeterred, his fingers tugging at the edge of your uniform, sliding his hand underneath.

However, before his actions can fully manifest, they are abruptly interrupted. Simon steps forward, towering over the man, his teeth clenched as he hisses through them, inflicting pain on his own assailant, who clutches his head in agony. Visibly enraged by the disruption, Simon turns around, his anger palpable. But before he can utter a word, he reaches out, swiftly encircling the man's neck with his hand. Simon's arm tightens, muscles bulging and veins protruding as he flings the assailant toward a nearby hospital bed. With unrelenting strength, he maintains his grip, applying increasing pressure, observing as the assailant struggles to form coherent words, desperately attempting to free himself. As he tightens his grip on the man's neck, squeezing the life out of him until he finally succumbs, collapsing to the floor unconscious.

Simon turns towards you, his gaze falling and a deep sigh escaping his lips. His eyes carry a profound sympathy that penetrates your heart, causing a sharp ache within. You realize the weight of the secret you've kept from him as he approaches you slowly, his desire to understand why you chose not to confide in him palpable. Succumbing to the overwhelming emotions, you sniffle and tears stream down your face, overwhelmed by guilt and uncertainty, unsure of whom to turn to when it all began.

In the safety of his embrace, you tighten your grip around your boyfriend, seeking solace in his touch. He allows you to cry and sob, offering you the support and protection you need, even if you strive for independence. In this moment, he wishes for open communication, hoping you will share your burdens with him in the future, your voice muffled against his military uniform as you attempt to speak.

"I'm sorry, Simon… I'm sorry," you manage to utter amidst your tears. He silences your apologies, gently placing his gloved hand on the back of your head, soothing your cries and offering comfort. His touch conveys that there is no need for apologies, even without words. Leaning in, he whispers into your ear, his voice soft and reassuring, "This will remain between you and me, sweetheart."

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callofdutygrlforlife · 4 months

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Hard times

#call of duty #call of duty fanart #cod fanart #cod modern warfare #simon ghost riley #ghost x medic oc #simon riley x oc #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley #ghost x reader #cod #mw2 fanart #cod mw3 #call of duty mw3 #mw3 #ghost mw3 #simon riley x s/o

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You didn’t understand what was going on with him. When you talked to him on the phone he seemed alright- excited to get home to you. Yet, as soon as he walked through the door he had a different energy about him. He wasn’t your Simon. He was cold. He didn’t look you in the eye- brushed you off, only speaking to you when he absolutely had to. His hands that were usually all over you stayed put at his sides, like he had no desire to even be near you. It all came to a boiling point tonight.

“Si, I’m home.” You sighed, kicking off your shoes at the front door. A nice hearty bag of groceries in your arms.

“Hey sweetheart.” Your ears piqued up. That was the first time he had called you that in a week.

“You feeling better?” You asked quietly.

“Better than ever.” He slurred. Your heart dropped in your stomach. He was drunk. Simon liked a good drink but he always capped it at 2-3. You wondered how long he had been at it that he could barely talk. The empty whiskey bottle in the bin and the freshly open bourbon bottle on the counter was enough to answer your question.

“That’s good.” You humored him. You didn’t want to press your luck with him. You had never seen him drunk before and the state of mind he had been in recently was enough to cause a shake in your hand as you quickly put groceries away. You decided to just put away the perishables and leave the other things for the morning.

“Hey sweetheart, pour me another drink would ya?” A small whimper left your throat. You decided to act like you hadn’t heard him and continued putting the groceries in the fridge. “Y/N!” He shouted. You jumped causing your head to hit the fridge. “‘Nother drink!” He had his arm slung over the back of the couch holding his empty glass to you. You decided to ditch the groceries and quickly grabbed both your shoes and car keys before heading out the door. You sped out of the parking garage and drove as fast as the speed limit would allow.

You knew when he woke up tomorrow and realized you were gone he’d agonize over it. A part of you looked forward to it. Him being scared, just like you were now. But for right now you needed to find a place to sleep, the tears streaming down your face making it incredibly difficult to see the road.

The fight had started right after a double date. Your friend had begged you to meet her new boyfriend- Johnny agreed willingly always down to meet new people. Your friends new boyfriend however, thought poking fun at Johnny was the best way to spend the evening. He snickered at his accent. Made snide comments about his Mohawk. Worst of all he made jokes about how you could do so much better than him. Johnny was able to keep his emotions under wraps not wanting to embarrass you- that was until you laughed at one of his jokes. Johnny shut down the rest of the evening, and when you both made it back to the car he snapped.

“You alright?” You asked. Johnny always opened the car door for you and walked a little behind you. Tonight he walked ahead of you and you barely made it into the car before he sped off down the road.

“Way to have my back in there.” He snarled.

“What are you talk”-

“Oh fuck off Y/N. You know what I’m talking about.” He growled. The car engine roared as he raced down the street. You bet he was doing at least 20 above the speed limit. Your hand gripped the door handle, your feet pressing themselves against the floor.

“Slow down!” You shrieked. His foot pressed the accelerator harder. “Johnny!” You sobbed. You pressed your body against the seat, your free hand reaching out punching Johnny’s chest. That seems to bring him back down to earth. His foot left the accelerator and turned towards the brakes. The car finally slowed down just in time for a red light. You didn’t bother to hide your sobs, as you quickly unbuckled your seatbelt, jumping out of the car.

“Y/N!” Johnny yelled after you. You slammed the door in his face. The combination of your wobbly legs and cobblestone proved to be a bad combination as you hit the ground hard. You could feel the skin on your knees, elbows and hands scrape off. You shakily pulled yourself back up. You didn’t have the best idea as to where you were, but in that moment you didn’t care. You needed to be away from him.

John was always exceptionally patient with you. Never raising his voice. Always having the deepest consideration for your feelings. You could get away with murder. That’s why the screaming match happening in the living room right now was so earth shattering. After two years dating and five years of marriage you two were finally having your first real fight. He’d been a little extra on edge the past few days, his emotions on high knowing he was about to leave you for 3 months on one of the biggest missions his team would face. Not only that, his contact with you would have to be slim to none, while he was away. Maybe that’s why he picked a fight with you- to make his leaving tomorrow easier.

Both of you were flushed, hands waving manically in the air. He was panting- his eyes stone cold. You’d seen that look on his face before- when someone had tested their luck with you, but it had never been directed at you. You anger boiled down and you wracked your brain trying to even remember what this fight was about. Something about dinner you think. Your throat stung and your eyes burned from tears streaming down them for the last twenty minutes. Half of you wanted to run up and hug him. You wanted the soft him back, the one that kept you safe. The other half of you wanted to run and hide. Your lack of yelling back at him seemed to spur him on. His voice got louder. Shaper. His words became more hurtful. Your brain could hardly keep up, and you didn’t bother trying. The meaner he was the harder it would be to forgive him. And you already wanted to.

Suddenly a glass flew past your head, shattering into the wall behind you. Your safe, protected world began to crumble. Maybe you were being dramatic. This type of thing happened in movies. Yet his attack never faltered. He was screaming at you like he had never even loved you. So when his hand reach down to grab another glass you ran. You ran, pushing past him and into the bedroom locking the door behind you.

Konig wasn’t a relationship master. In fact he was the opposite. He was an absolutely wonderful partner but he struggled with certain aspects of it. The feeling of jealousy was one of them. He lived for you. You seemed to be in his mind constantly. When he was on the field it was: “Do everything you can to get home to them.” When he was home he was near you as often as he could be. He didn’t care about anyone else. You were the only one in his head. His brain just worked that way. So when you were able to completely shut him out and focus all your attention on someone else even when he was sitting next to you- it confused him. Then it upset him. Did you not feel for him the same way he did for you. Did he not completely overwhelm your senses until he was the only thing you could focus on?

“Konnie what’s wrong?” His grip on your hand was tight. He didn’t participate in the conversation between you and your friends, only speaking when the waitress asked for his order. He shook his head, silently telling you drop it. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” You pressed. He let go of your hand. “Konnie?” You whispered. He opened the car door for you.

You thought maybe if you left him alone for a bit he would process and open up to you. It had been a day since you’ve spoken to him. “Konnie talk to me please.” You plopped down next to him on the couch, and paused the TV. His eyes remained on the paused screen. “Did I do something to upset you?”

His eyes flickered over to you. They weren’t cold and uninviting- but they didn’t send tingles up your spin like usual. “I was jealous.” Konig mumbled. When he did open up he was always blunt about it.

“Jealous? Of what?” No one had flirted with you to your knowledge. Even the few times people had he would just send them a glare and move along- never blame it on you.

“It was like I wasn’t even there when you talked to your friends.” He stated, his eyes remaining on you.

“I tried to include you.” You assured. You couldn’t understand how he was jealous. Maybe he got his feelings confused?

“I know.” He agreed. Finally it dawned on you.

“Konig you aren’t jealous just because I was talking to someone who wasn’t you, are you?” You questioned. He looked down- guilty. “Konig.” You gasped. “I have to have a life! These are the people that look after me while your away. You can’t expect me to give you every ounce of my attention while you’re home.” Your body was tense, not responding well to the new information your boyfriend had revealed about himself. You had heard about situations like this. One person in the relationship making their partner close themselves off. You swore if you ever saw those signs in your partner you would run for the hills.

“I give you all of mine.” He spat out.

“I never asked you to do that!” You matched his tone. “Just because you don’t have friends doesn’t mean I have to drop all of mine.” You regretted the words as soon as they came out. You knew how hard it was for him to put himself out there and meet people.

“I understand.” He growled out. He got up from the couch and went into the bedroom, leaving you on the couch.

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