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By most standards the mission was a complete success; everyone made it out alive, and you completed your objective.

You considered the mission a success, Ghost, however, did not.

This was extremely evident to everyone who was sitting in the plane on the flight back to base. Ghost barely said a word to anyone as the medic worked to patch you and Soap up, Soap taking priority due to the gunshot wound in his stomach.

You knew Ghost blamed himself for the two of you getting hurt, it was on his watch that it happened after all.

You could see the way he watched his friend as the medics did what they could to stabilize him, the large blood stain on the floor seeming to hold most of his attention from where he sat along the wall.

He made the call for you and Soap to go in even though the building hadn't been cleared, he blamed himself for Soap getting shot and being so close to death that you swore you could see the reaper looming over him. He blamed himself for you getting into a close-quarters fight with a man twice your size while trying to protect the young sergeant, the fight leaving you unconscious on the floor with a large gash on your head.

Gaz and Ghost made it inside the building and found you pressing your hands to Soap’s bleeding gut, you were still in a daze from having blacked out and blood was dripping down your face as you began to panic. The man on the ground bleeding too much for you to stop with your bare hands.

Ghost went into soldier mode and focused solely on getting his injured teammates out safely.

It wasn't until you all loaded up in the evac plane that he shut down and blocked everyone out.

The second the plane landed you and Soap were rushed to the infirmary, he was taken back to surgery while you were sent to get your head stitched up.

You spent a couple of hours in the medical wing while they ran several different tests on you, all of which confirmed you were severely concussed.

Ghost hadn't been seen by anyone since the plane landed, it was Price who came and told you that Soap was gonna be alright and it was Gaz who came to keep you company while the doctors finished up their tests and eventually walked you back to your room.

You were exhausted when you finally crawled into bed.

The pounding in your head wasn't the only thing keeping you awake though, you were worried about Soap and you were worried about Ghost.

You had seen him shut down like this on a few different occasions, in the days following he would disappear from the base, no one knew where he went except Price but he would never tell anyone.

You expected not to see your fellow lieutenant for the next few days, it was normal.

What you didn't expect was to get a knock at your door at nearly three in the morning only to find him standing on the other side.

“Ghost?” You furrowed your brows and looked up at the masked man while leaning heavily on the doorframe, your body feeling like it was rocking back and forth as you stood.

His eyes were on the wall next to your open door, the dark paint still caked into the creases around them as he looked anywhere but at you.

Cautiously, you moved a hand toward him, your movements slow like you were reaching for a wild animal and you were afraid it would bolt the second you touched it.

“Simon?”

The sound of his name falling from your lips was what made him meet your eyes, the tired almost broken look behind them making your heart sink to your stomach.

Your hand connected with his bare arm, the inked skin burning against your palm, “Come on.” You tugged him into your room while using the contact to steady yourself.

Silently, the large soldier followed you into your room, the dark area welcoming him with open arms as you pushed the door shut behind you.

“What's wrong?” You asked quietly while moving to stand in front of him.

As expected, he said nothing and instead lifted his hand to your face. His fingers lightly grazed along your skin near the stitchess on your forehead, the touch feeling like a static shock through your body.

There was no label on whatever the relationship between you and Simon was, neither of you really knew what it was.

You would both seek each other out after rough missions, you would seek out the presence of one another whether it was sitting silently outside the hanger looking at the stars or laying next to each other under the blankets.

Whatever you were it wasn't “just friends” and it certainly wasn't “just coworkers”

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft, gentle, just like his fingers as he pushed your hair back behind your ear.

You nodded and pressed your hand over his on your face, your eyes closing at the contact.

“I'm alright.”

His eyes searched your own, looking for any sign that you weren't telling the truth.

“I'm sorry.”

You loosed a breath and pulled his hand off of your face down to your chest so you could press it against your heart, “Feel that?”

He nodded slowly.

“You know what that is right?”

His eyes were on your connected hands, “Your heart.”

“And you feel it beating?”

He nodded again.

“That means I'm okay.” You explained to him.

He spread his hand across your sternum, his fingers stretching up to the bare skin of your neck as he savored the dull feeling of your heart beating against his palm.

Your hands found their way to his face and moved down so they were resting on either side of his chin, your fingers playing with the bottom of his mask, “Can I take this off?”

A low hum rumbled in his chest as his way of giving you permission to remove it, permission to see him.

You slid the rough fabric up over his jaw, then his chin, then his eyes, until he was no longer looking at you past the dark cloth and you could see his entire face.

“There you are.” You smiled up at him and cupped his chin with your hands, the stubble along his jaw poking your palm, “It's not your fault.”

He tensed up. His entire body went back to its usual rigid state and he stepped away from you, your hands still burning from his touch even after it was gone.

“You two went in there on my order.” His mouth was turned down in a frown, one you knew was a permanent fixture on his face, “I sent you in there.”

You sat down on the bed behind you, “You had no way of knowing there was a whole squad in that building.”

His chest rose slowly as he breathed in a deep breath, “I should have sent more men with you to clear that building.”

“And Johnny and I should have been able to handle it, sometimes things go wrong Simon.” You tapped your thumbs on your knees, the thick fabric of your sweatpants catching on the dry skin of your fingers.

The dark circles under Simon’s eyes weren't just from the grease paint he wore religiously, you knew that.

“I made a call, and that call almost got you both killed.” His brows lowered as his frown deepened

You stood from the mattress and breathed in slowly, the room spun for a moment before you were able to regain your bearings, “You listen to me, Simon.”

He watched you and moved to grab your arm and steady you.

“Nothing that happened out there was your fault, you hear me?”

He squeezed your arm, “I'm a lieutenant, I'm supposed to keep my team safe.”

“So am I, you think I haven't been beating myself up for letting Soap get shot on my watch?” You grabbed his arm and slid your hand down to meet his.

His shoulders slumped and his dark eyes scanned your face, “I can't lose you.” his voice cracked slightly.

His words were a confession, one he had yet to even admit to himself and was now saying aloud for you both to hear.

“Simon.”

He tugged on your arm and pulled you closer to him while his other hand moved up to rest behind your ear, his fingers pressing to the pulse point and tangling in your hair.

“I can't.” He repeated while staring down at you.

You leaned forward and rested your head on his chest, “You didn't lose me.”

Your body pressed against his was what made the dam break, it was all he needed to drop his shoulders and wrap his arms around your back to hold you closer to him.

He inhaled a shaky breath as you slid your arms under his and held onto him.

“When was the last time you got a full night's sleep, Simon?” You whispered against his chest as his head rested on top of yours.

He shrugged.

“Stay in here tonight, ‘kay?”

His nonverbal answer was to slide his arms down from your back to your thighs, his hands grabbing them tight and lifting you up to carry you back a few steps to the bed.

Your back hit the mattress and your head fell back onto your pillow moments before Simon pulled away from you. You were about to protest at the loss of contact until he climbed up onto the bed and dropped his body on top of yours and his head onto your stomach.

His back rose and fell as he exhaled, “Is this okay?” He muttered as he tilted his head to the side.

“It's perfect.” You pulled your arms free and rested them on either side of his face, “Want me to scratch your back?”

This was something you had learned that he loved, you learned it on accident one night when he was in your room after having a nightmare. He was sitting beside you on the edge of the bed explaining what he had dreamed about, it took some convincing for you to even get him to do that. You reached over and ran your fingers down his back, at first he froze and tensed up, but it didn't take long for him to melt into your touch.

Your offer hung in the air for a few seconds before he nodded slowly and you began raking your fingers along his t-shirt.

The sigh that fell from his lips was one of pure bliss.

You both stayed like this for what felt like forever, you ran your fingers up and down his back and into his messy hair while he lay on top of you.

After a while you were convinced he had fallen asleep, his breathing was slow and even like he had finally given into the exhaustion that was clear on his face.

You stopped your motion across his spine and ran a finger along the stitches by your hairline, the raised skin making you cringe as Simon lifted his head and looked up at you.

“I thought you were asleep.” You furrowed your brows.

He shook his head and rolled off of you so he was laying beside you, “I was listenin’ to you breathe.” He stared over at you, “You tired?” His eyes dropped down to your lips for a split second before moving back up to your eyes.

You nodded and used your legs to pull the blanket up within your reach, “You staying?”

“Mmhm,” He hummed and grabbed your waist to pull you over to him, your back pressed against his chest as he slid an arm under your neck for you to lay on.

“What if I wanted to be the big spoon?” You glanced back at him with a raised brow.

He squeezed your hip and pulled you tighter against him, “Too bad then.” He pressed his face to the back of your neck and breathed out against it, the feeling of his breath against your skin sending chills down your spine.

“This is nice.” You muttered while closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of his hand moving along your hip.

“I sleep better when I'm with you,” He whispered.

You hummed quietly, “Then you should sleep with me more often.”

“If you'll have me I will.” He pulled the blanket up over top of you both.

“You're welcome any time, you know that.”

He slid his hand forward to rest on your stomach, “I just need to know you're safe.”

“You can hold me as long as you need to know that I am.”

You knew he would need to hold you forever to know that you were safe. One thing he did know though was that you were safest when you were in his arms.

My God this was so cuteeee, for heaven's sake, someone give my big baby the happiness he deserves. I love Simon Riley so much🤧❤️

"Which way do I twist it?"

"No, do not twist it. Here like this."

He wanted to learn how to braid your hair, it irritated you if it was down too long, he kept note of that. But he didn't fully understand the way human hair works.

"Oh, I see."

Ramattra let go of the hair and readjusted his hands, this time he had it, it was too loose but he had the baseline down.

"See, that was much better, but redo it and pull it a little."

"You want me to pull your hair?"

"Well.. It makes the braid tighter so it has a lesser chance of falling out."

He did as you asked, but kept peeking over your shoulder to make sure he didn't hurt you.

"I will tell you if you pull too hard, you've literally pulled harder during sex."

"That- That was very uncalled for."

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Truth is guys, I dunno how to braid either.. @ya-zz

It's so hard to imagine Ramattra being embarrassed by a simple sentence. 😂😂❤️

••••••

Early morning light filtered in through the small gap in between the black-out curtains hanging over the windows, a long line of orange sunlight stretching across the floor and over the foot of the bed. Your eyes remained shut as you traced your finger over the bare chest of the man laying beside you, his muscular arm resting under your neck and acting as your pillow.

Mi big boy is so cute, love him so so much🤧❤️

simon riley x fem reader

note: fluff drabble, have fun 🤍

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The sofa was huge, but it seemed minuscule in comparison to the two of you. He pulled you close to his side, his arm reaching around to embrace you. His warm breath tickled your neck as you settled into his embrace.

He had no interest in the romcom playing on the screen. All he desired was to hold you tightly. Simon let out a sigh, rolling his eyes at the actors engaging in their cheesy conversation.

As you shifted your head, he loosened his grip, afraid of accidentally suffocating you. Sometimes, he forgets that he is at home and not on the battlefield.

With sleepy eyes, you softly spoke, your fingers gently brushing over his stubble.

"Simon?"

He shivered slightly, a shadow of a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He nodded in response.

"Yes love?"

You playfully poked his cheek, speaking slowly.

"You're so pretty... More than the actor in the movie."

He remained still for a moment, looking at you in disbelief.

His scars? His bruises? His troubled past? His bloodied hands?

Were these things pretty to you?

He sighed, shaking his head as he gently brushed your hair.

"No, sweetheart, I am no movie star."

You insisted, planting a kiss on his cheek before drifting back into a deep slumber.

"You are my star."

He gazed at your peaceful sleeping form, grateful that you wouldn't notice the solitary tear that escaped him. It had been so long since anyone had called him pretty, or even acknowledged him. Except you.

He looked at you and knew exactly why he hadn't hesitated when he said, "I do."

My baby boy deserve all the love in the world

Omg this was soo cuteee, I'm dying, poor Si😂🤭😍❤️

Your usual duties were well.. Usual, most of the time Poseidon was doing his own thing which meant you both could continue in peace.

“Do you need assistance?”

His arms wrapped around you, he felt nice on the hot summer day, he kept you cool and your head on your shoulders.

“I.. Do not.”

Though he made it hard to think, the god made you feel light, like you were floating.

“Are you positive? I could assist you.”

“You being here is enough.”

He was always there, your own god who truly loved and adored you.

“As you wish. Would you like me to remain holding you?”

“You know the answer to that.”

A small chuckle escaped him as he nuzzled your hair.

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@statuetochka here you are, i hope you like it. :D <3

I want to cuddle with him so bad

Ramattra Drabble

He saw the way you cringed at the sunlight coming through the curtains. Then, he witnesses you wince as you sit up in bed, eyes squinting as you hiss in pain.

“Is everything alright?” His voice was low, not wanting to startle you so early in the morning.

With a hum, you respond back to him with a half lie. “Yeah. Stiff shoulders.”

“You have been working a lot recently.” He states, sitting down beside you on the bed. His optics scan your body; shoulders, back, hands, knees, were all flared in red. He grows more concerned the more he scans you.

“I know…”

Ramattra places a hand atop of your own. “Perhaps taking a day off will not hurt. You are in pain.” He pauses, noticing the drowsy look in your eyes. “I will call them.”

Before you even had chance to protest, his hands gently push you back down onto the bed, unplugs your phone and leaves the room.

When he returns several minutes later, placing your phone on the bedside table and sitting beside you once more, one of his hands cups your cheek, thumb rubbing a gentle motion upon the skin.

“You have a week to recover.”

“Ramattra!” The exclamation pauses the omnics movements. “How-“

“Your wellbeing is important. You need rest.” He deflects your question.

Ramattra watches your body relax into the bed, eyes closing as sleep pulls you under once again. He speaks in a quiet manner, not wanting to disturb you.

“Let me help you recover.”

I am willing to let him take care of me😭🤧❤️

Date of Manufacture

[Ao3 Mirror] Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: E WC: 4K Warnings: N/A =

This is a fic/art collab between me and @t3chborb!! Go check out the awesome matching art here: [link!]

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"I understand the practice in humans, but the anniversary of the Awakening is the anniversary of my existence. That would be a better comparison to a birthday. " He grumbles, but doesn't move away from you. Which would be hard anyway, with your limbs currently wrapped around his wide chest, legs laid upon his in your shared bed.

"But that wouldn't have happened if you weren't manufactured today." You snuggle in closer, rub your cheek against the silky texture of his scarf.

The pistons of his neck slide downwards, lowering his chin to look at you more closely. He quiets, before murmuring, "Few humans would celebrate that."

Love him so much🤭🤭

Happy Birthday, Ramattra

He never celebrated his birthday, never saw the need to. It was just another day to him. Birthdays' were just demeaning for him, it held no value to him.

You came to him a month after his last birthday, so he never had any reason to give you his date of birth, though somehow, you had it figured out.

You never told him this, afterall, it was supposed to be a surprise. You had it planned for months. It had to be perfect for him.

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When the day finally came, you turned over to face him in bed, hand tracing over the purple metal that framed his face.

"Morning."

He hums in response, optics flicking up to view you as his systems warm up. He was charging overnight, something he did twice a month. His hand comes up to caress your cheek, thumb gently rubbing across your skin.

"How did you sleep?" He asks, tone soft and still staticky.

You mumble, nodding your head, "I slept rather well." You snuggle up against him, resting your hand on his chest as you trail your fingers up and down the silver metal that braced his chest.

Ramattra chuckles, the softness of your fingers against his chest brings him comfort though slightly ticklish.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, tilting his head down to see you while his free hand fumbles with the wires connected to his neck. They unclick and drop to the floor as he moves his hand to smooth over your shoulder.

You shake your head. "Not yet. But..." you trail off, looking up and planting a kiss to his faceplate. "Come downstairs anyway?"

"I am following you?" Ramattra questions, a slight amusement within his voice.

"Yes." Getting out of bed, you walk around before grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet. "Come on."

The omnic notices the urgency in your tone and he can't help but let out a light hearted chuckle as he lets you drag him towards the living room.

When the door opens, he's met with violet balloons being held in place with yellow ribbon and tied to the end was a small black gift box.

"[y/n]? What is this?" He stops walking, his grip on your hand tightens.

"I know you don't celebrate your birthday, so I figured something small would suffice." Your voice was soft as you turn to look up at him, bringing your hands up to cup his face.

"You did not have to-"

"I wanted to." You smile, pulling his head down so your forehead touches his. "I waited until you were charging."

"I know. I heard you move." He admits, optics meeting with your eyes. "I hear everything you say."

"Don't say that." You laugh, knowing you've said some pretty embarrassing things while he was charging.

Ramattra lets out a small sigh, hands holding onto your sides as he kisses your forehead, the small buzzing tickling you.

"Enough about me, go, open your gift." Planting one last kiss, you pull away and step to the side, ushering Ramattra towards the table.

He approaches, sitting down on the sofa as he reaches for the box.

Your heart races, all the time and effort you had put into this gift, you just hoped that he would like it. With the help of a friend, you had it made specially for him.

Ramattra traces the ribbon before untying it, letting the balloons bounce on the ceiling as he lifts the lid. His systems heat up, pads of his fingers touching the pendant that lay on the small cushion.

You sit down beside him, pulling his face away from the necklace and to you, one hand on his thigh, thumb stroking the metal.

The omnic looks back down at the pendant, purple surrounded in silver, it matched him just perfectly. It wouldn't be something he would pick out for himself, but knowing it came from you made him feel warm.

Taking it from him, you walk around behind him, setting the pendant around his neck, clasping it shut from under his cabled hair.

His systems hum softly, fans whirring gently as you press yourself into his back, arms wrapping over his chest. He warms up instantly, he loves the way you feel, hands and body. He feels you press your lips against his cheek as his hands come up to hold your arms.

"Happy birthday, Ramattra."

My big boy deserves to have all his birthdays celebrated and receive all the pampering and affection in the world.

At the beginning of your relationship with Dottore, there had been numerous times when he had tried to leave you, or rather, attempt to force you to leave him in the Akademiya. Ignoring you, snapping at you... most notably literally kicking you out of the dorm (to waking up and nearly stepping on you, as you had decided to knock out right at the door.) Merely because he still had difficulty believing he was loved by you, despite having known you for years. It took much time but, eventually, your feelings finally clicked in that genius head of his.

However, uncharacteristically enough, there was one time you debated on whether you should leave Zandik. Only one time. And he had found out. If only you had been more careful.

It happened during the later stage of your illness when your ability to do many basic tasks had been stripped from you, leaving you reliant on Zandik for many things. You felt very guilty, for making him so do much work for both himself and you, but there wasn't much you could do about it, being the way you were now. Did you tell your lover about this? No, of course not.

But today, today would just be another regular day of what you had accepted to be your new life. However, you had noticed in the morning he seemed rather irritated, but you had no chance to ask him about it since he had to leave for class. You wondered what that was all about. (You, somewhere in the depths of your mind thought. You were continuously being a burden on the knowledge-driven scholar, no wonder he'd be irritated.)

Dottore is lovely and cute in the inside, but none see it

(A/N: I'm too drunk to proofread this rn, I tried to keep this GN but it might've ended up being a fem! Reader. I'll come back and fix this later lol

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, mention of injury, slightly angsty but not really, lots of fluff)

"Don't look now, but I think someone has their eye on you." Soap says with a smirk as he walks up next to you in the kitchen. You rolled your eyes in response, knowing that meant any moment now you were going to have some annoying asshole approaching you.

"Spare me." You say under your breath, Soap just laughs in response as he finishes pouring his coffee and heads off. You picked up your lunch, going to find somewhere to sit where hopefully whoever decided you were their new love interest would leave you alone. You were met with a sight you didn't expect. Instead of the usual bombardment of unwanted flirting you caught the almost nervous gaze of KorTac's gentle giant. The second he realized you caught him looking, his eyes snapped down to the mug in front of him. You hadn't had a lot of interaction with König but the few you had he had been nothing but pleasant.  A soft smile finds its way to your lips as you start heading in his direction. "Hey König." You greet him pleasantly, "is this seat taken?" He shakes his head, a look of pure disbelief in his eyes over the fact you were standing in front of him. You slide into the chair opposite him. Normally if there was someone at base checking you out you wouldn't bother indulging their infatuation but König made you curious.

"I'm sorry for staring." He admits immediately, acting like a child getting caught doing something they're not supposed to.

"König I'm not mad." You reassure him.

"It's still rude… I know how much I hate it when people stare at me." He seemed to relax slightly now that he knew you weren't upset with him. Before you could ask him why he was looking at you he answered the question on his own. "I've never seen you without your gear on… I never realized how small you are- not that it's a bad thing of course! I know you're more than capable of handling yourself-"

"König," you cut him off before his rambling got him too flustered "it's okay." You smile at him and he shifts awkwardly in his seat. This was the first time you really allowed yourself to look at him. Bright blue eyes looking anywhere besides at you, he hunched over the table in an attempt to make himself look smaller and less threatening. "Du brauchst keine Angst vor mir zu haben." (You don't need to be afraid of me.) You joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"You speak German?" He sounded shocked.

"A little, I used to live in Berlin when I was younger." You explain. He nods, leaning forward slightly to give you his undivided attention as you speak. You sat and talked with him for a while, you definitely couldn't complain about the company. He was very attentive, asking you questions that prompted you to keep talking. He had a loud, boisterous laugh that made your heart soar everytime you coaxed it out of him

"Mick, we got takedown training, let's go." Your time with him was cut short by Price informing you to head down to the base's gym.

"I'll be right there." You call back. You turn your attention back to König, who was fidgeting with his mug again. "This was nice, thank you for the company." You smile at him, nervous eyes moving down to the table.

"Maybe… maybe we could do this again sometime?" He asks softly.

"Are you asking me on a date?" You retort immediately. His eyes snap up to you, already trying to stammer out a response in his flustered state. You giggle, reaching out and placing one of your hands on top of his, which looked child sized compared to his. "If we ever have downtime together I would love to." He nods, giving you a quiet goodbye as you cleaned up the table and prepared to head to training. You were unable to keep the dumb grin off your face for the rest of the day.

A few days later you found yourself in the kitchen again. You groaned internally as a high pitch whistle met your ears. "You come around here often sweetheart?" You recognized him, some obnoxious Private that often got in trouble for disrespecting the chain of command. He wasn't worth the energy, you just kept going about what you were doing prior to his interruption. "Maybe you didn't hear me," he tries to sound threatening. He steps uncomfortably close to you, "I asked you a question."

"You really shouldn't be speaking to a Sergeant that way." The Private turned, ready to cuss out whoever had interrupted his terrible attempt at picking you up. You saw all the color drain from his face at the sight before him. You couldn't stop yourself from breathing out a laugh. The Private slowly starts to back up with every heavy footstep that echoed through the kitchen. König steps in front of you, blocking off your pursuer. "Are you alright?" He glances back over his shoulder at you. You nod and his attention immediately turns back to the Private. "I suggest you get out of here kotzbrocken (lump of puke) before I tell your superior officer that you were getting aggressive with a Sergeant." As if on cue his Captain entered the kitchen. König very calmly explained the situation to him, the Captain grabbing his subordinate by the collar and pulling him off.

"Do you want to fucking die? Because messing with her is a good way to get there." You hear him angrily mutter to the Private as he pulls him out of the room.

"You're sure you're alright?" He asks in a much gentler tone than he was using before.

"I'm fine König, thank you." You smile at him, turning back to what you were doing before you were interrupted. You groaned as you looked through the cabinet. "He always does this to me, he knows I can't reach that shelf." You stood on your toes, struggling to reach your favorite mug that you knew Ghost put on the top shelf on purpose. König reached over you, grabbing the mug with ease before lowering it into your hands. You turned to thank him only to be startled slightly by his close proximity. You knew he was a big man, being 6'10, there wasn't anything about him that was small. But you had never witnessed your height difference with him this close up. You stood about his stomach height, the nearly 2 foot difference causing you to have to look straight up to see his mask covered face. Seeing your flustered appearance he quickly stepped back.

"Sorry, I just figured I'd have an easier time reaching it." He says bashfully.

You swallowed thickly, the mug in your hands becoming the most interesting thing in the room at the moment. "It's alright, I appreciate the help." You start making the tea you had originally come in here for, both of you sitting in silence. You didn't have to look up at him to know that König had his eyes on you. He was leaning up against the counter a couple feet away from you, just studying your movements as you flit around the kitchen. You hear König chuckle, your eyes drifting over to him. "What's so funny?" You ask him with a smile

"Don't take this as an insult, but you remind me of a mouse. You're so small and fast." You both laugh at his joke, he wasn't wrong.

"I mean, I don't have the codename Mickey for nothing." He studies you for a moment, you could tell he was thinking about whether or not he should say something.

"Would it be okay if I called you Maus?" He asks quietly. Normally you would object to someone calling you that. But hearing it from König, his deep voice that paired so wonderfully with his accent, you loved the way it sounded coming from him.

"I wouldn't be opposed… but only you get to call me that." You see the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile.

"Deal." You searched through the fridge, finding a container of leftovers you had cooked the other night.

"Would you like to join me for lunch?" You ask, holding up the container.

"I would love to." It became a ritual for the two of you to have lunch together. You enjoyed the fact that he was company outside of your team and the usual annoying flirts around the base. Even though you hated to admit it, you had found yourself rather smitten with the Austrian giant. König was kind, but never in a way that made you think he was only being nice to you because you were cute. He was always making you laugh, cracking small jokes and telling you stories. He loved to see you smile, it was one of his favorite parts of his day.

"Good morning Maus." You smile as you hear König enter the kitchen behind you. You pull down a secondary mug from the cabinet.

"Good morning Bärchen." You greet him softly as you pour him a cup of coffee alongside yours. You hear him chuckle as he approaches you.

"Bärchen, huh? Mouse and Bear, that seems pretty fitting." He nods his thanks as you handed him his coffee. "Ready for the debriefing today?" Price had informed you yesterday that Task Force 141 and KorTac were going to be teaming up together for a mission. You were more than happy to work alongside them, the whole team was incredible. But you were still worried. 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You sigh, taking a long sip of your drink. "Just… promise me, wherever we end up tomorrow, that you'll be careful." You couldn't look at him. The fear you were feeling in your chest, it was too real of an emotion for you. You weren't going to say that you were never scared to go on a mission, that would be a lie. This however was new, you had another person besides yourself to be worried about.

König smiles down at you, carefully reaching out to tuck some stray hair behind your ear. "Maus, you have my word." The threat of tears welled up thick in your throat. "I'm not going anywhere, liebling." Someone calls from down the hall that it was time for your meeting. You feel König place a hand on your lower back, keeping you close while ushering you further. You came out of your debriefing feeling even worse than when you went in, this wasn't going to be your run of the mill mission you were used to. This was going to be dangerous for even the most skilled soldier. The second everyone had broken off to try and enjoy the rest of their day König pulled you aside. "Look at me, it's going to be okay." He could tell you were on the verge of panicking, despite knowing that would only make the situation worse.

"König do you know the statistics of how many people get hurt going on missions like these. Do you know how many people die?" You said it, the one word that was forbidden in your line of work. He drops down on one knee, gently taking your face in his hands.

"I know, and I know it's scary, but I don't want you to be thinking about that." He sighs, stroking your cheek. He wanted to make you feel better, he hated seeing you so anxious. "Let me take you on a date… it will give us something to do instead of sitting around worrying." You froze, your mind going blank. He wanted to take you on a date?

"I…I don't have anything to wear. If we're going on a date I want to look nice." You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. König was right about one thing, it would be a welcomed distraction.

"You already look beautiful Maus." You blushed at his compliment. He held out his hand to you and you took it without hesitation. His skin was warm and calloused, his hand completely engulfing your own as he let his fingers completely close around it. The two of you got permission to head into the city for the evening. König had been stationed in this area before so he knew exactly where he wanted to take you. Before you left he changed out of his sniper hood and into a cloth mask that covered the lower half of his face. You finally got a chance to get an idea of what he looked like underneath. You were shocked to find out that König had dark blonde hair that he kept relatively long compared to usual military standards. He had freckles that peaked just above where his mask. You could also more clearly make out the wrinkles by his eyes that shows how much he genuinely smiles. When the two of you headed into town you were honestly a bit surprised when you ended up at a food truck that served some local specialty. He ordered for you and paid for your meal, the entire time keeping his hand on the small of your back so he could ensure that you were still there next to him. You wandered into a park to look for a place to sit and made it just in time to catch the sunset. You let your head fall to rest on König's arm, he sat next to you completely rigid.

"Thank you for taking me out, I needed to keep my mind off of tomorrow." He glances down at you, bright blue eyes trained on your face.

"I'm hoping you'll let me take you on another date after this mission is over." You picked up on the nervousness in his voice immediately.

"König, I don't know if you've noticed, but I kind of like you a lot… of course I'll go on another date with you." The hand that was situated in his lap began to reach out for yours, slowly moving his finger over so it would bump into the side of your hand.

"I'm really happy I met you (Y/N)." He says softly.

You smile, eyes never leaving the horizon. "I am too."

The next morning everyone was on edge. You all sat silently in the back of the truck, the usual attempt to lighten the mood vacant. As you neared your destination Ghost finally spoke up. "Team A, we're going to sweep their safe house, any hostages I want brought to me directly. Team B, you're in charge of sweeping the rest of their compound. This is a capture or kill mission, our number one priority is getting us and the hostages out safely. You glanced across the isle at König. He tried to give you a reassuring nod but you could tell how nervous he was really feeling. The truck came to a rough stop, jolting your body forward in the process. Everyone piled out and began separating into their teams. A giant gloved hand came to rest on the top of your head as König gave you a gentle pat. "Be careful out there, Bärchen." You say softly, unable to look at him knowing it would probably make you cry.

"You too Maus." He runs off to join his team.

"Come on Mickey, we got a house to clean." Soap says as he approaches you. He could tell how stressed you were feeling. Even if he didn't know the extent of your relationship with König he knew how much you cared about him. "He's gonna be alright, man's a fuckin' tank, there's no stopping him." You nodded heading off with him to handle your half of the mission. Team A consisted of you, Ghost, Johnny, Gaz, and a couple of privates from the base. Team B consisted of KorTac, Price and a few other soldiers.

"Mick, I need to know you're here with me sweetheart, you're looking a little spacey." Ghost says quietly as you wait for the perfect moment to storm the safe house.

"I'm with you lieutenant, just another day at the office." You tried your best to sound confident. To give your team the Mickey they needed right now. Soap was right, König would be fine. All of this would be over in less than an hour.

"Move in." You got your cue. You looked at Soap, the two of you exchanging an affirming nod before you made your way up to the safe house. He taps your shoulder, motioning that he'll start his sweep to the right you start to your left. You found nothing but a couple low grade officers guarding the hostages, which meant everyone incredibly dangerous was either not here or in the same building as Team B. You quickly and quietly escorted the hostages outside so you could get them some medical attention "Team A has successfully completed their sweep. Team B what's your status?" Ghost's voice booms over the comms. It was silent for a while… too long.

"Ghost, we've been hit." Price's panicked voice was the only thing you could hear. "They found out we're here."

"Do you need medical? We're heading to your location now." You readied yours as fast as you possibly could.

"Ghost, I need you to listen to me. I don't know how many men I've already lost, if you come over here your whole team could be taken out." You could hear gunfire in the background. You were going to attempt to make a run for it. You needed to help them, you needed to get out who you could. The second you tried to bolt Ghost latched onto your collar, pulling you to the ground.

"Let me go, I need to help them." You say through gritted teeth, fighting back tears.

"Mick, you know that's only going to make things worse." Ghost jumps back on comms. "Price, do you have a casualty count?"

"At least four." Any drive you had to stand back up left your body. That was half of their team, just gone.

"Anyone from KorTac?" Ghost remained motionless by your side, prepared to drag you out of there if needed.

"I don't know, I lost them in the fire fight." You were shaking. Throughout all your years in the military you had never felt like this during a mission.

"We'll rendezvous back at base, I need to get these hostages medical attention." Price confirmed and the comms went silent again. Ghost hauled you to your feet, attempting to steady you by the shoulders when you almost fell over. "Hold it together Mickey, come on." His gruff voice shocks you back to reality. You felt like you were in a fog, you were going through the motions of securing the hostages but you weren't really there. The second you were back to base you made your way to the common room, sat down, and waited. Your teammates tried everything they could think of to comfort you but it wasn't any use. All you wanted was König, or at the very least to know he was okay. After about an hour of waiting, Price finally found you. You stood, hurrying over to him. He looked a little worse for wear but overall he seemed fine.

"Price, is König okay?" Ghost was the first one to speak up. You couldn't bring yourself to say it knowing that there was a very high chance he didn't make it back at all.

"He was hit, but he's okay. He actually asked if I could send you down to him." You thanked Price, telling him how happy you were that he was safe but you had to go see him. You ran down to the infirmary, ignoring the calls from the nurses that you had to check in before you could enter as you pushed through the doors. You just needed to see what state he was in. You were met with the sight of König sitting up in bed, pleasantly chatting with the doctor that was going over what he would have to do for his wound care. The top half of his body was wrapped in a bandage that showed he was shot in the shoulder, sniper hood still on. His eyes landed on you and you saw his whole body relax. You waited for the doctor to leave before you approached him.

"Maus." You saw the corners of his eyes crinkle up. It was hard to be mad with the shirtless mass of muscle in front of you. You had a whole speech planned about how worried you were how he could've been seriously hurt. But now that you saw him sitting in front of you none of that really mattered. You sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, tears pricking at your eyes.

"You said you were going to be careful." Your voice cracked as you spoke. He grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry." You felt the first year slip into your cheek and that was enough to open the floodgates. Your body wracked with sobs, König pulled you to him, wrapping an arm around you.

"I thought I lost you." He quietly hushed you, running his fingers through your hair. You stayed like that for a while, both of you remaining silent until König.

"I think after my contract's up I'm going to call it." You shot up, in pure disbelief at what you were hearing. "I got hit today because I got careless. I was trying so hard to get this over with quickly to get back to you that I let my guard down. I don't want something to happen to me out in the field or have you worried like this all the time. (Y/N), I'm in love with you, I don't want to miss the opportunity to explore what we have before it even starts." Hearing him say that made you start crying all over again. Once you had finally calmed down you sat up, wiping your eyes.

"I think this might be my final tour too." You smile at him. He grabs the top of his hood, fully pulling it off his head. You gently caress his face, "you're so handsome under there." You hiccup a laugh through your remaining tears.

"I'm glad you think so." He chuckles. He holds you close, lips gently finding yours for what was the softest first kiss you had ever had. König gently cradled you in his arms, taking his time to fully memorize every single aspect of what kissing you felt like. 

"I love you Bärchen." You say softly. He gazed down at you with the most loved filled expression of adoration.

"I love you too, mein mouse." He whispers, pulling you in for one more short, sweet kiss.

I adore this cute big man so much

meine liebe, mein leben

pairing: könig x wife!reader

warnings: pregnancy

summary: after spending months on the battlefield, könig comes home to find you with a swollen tummy.

könig couldn’t wait to get home to you, his beloved wife. his love, his life. he had been dying to see you, hold you, kiss you and make love to you again throughout the entirety of his mission.

he kept a polaroid of you in his pocket, in case he felt down or if he missed you. seeing your face always made his day better. and whilst he kept a polaroid of you, a heart-shaped locket with a tiny photo of him inside adorned your neck. it was old school and cute.

he was glad you were willing to stay by his side, despite knowing he was in the military and that he would always get deployed. he hated leaving you, but you reassured him about it, saying it was his job.

after what felt like a decade; staying in a town turned into a war zone, keeping civilians safe and protecting them from terrorists, he could finally go home.

on his way home, he felt giddy.

he didn’t notify you of the news because he wanted to surprise you. were you cooking or cleaning right now? should he surprise you by wrapping his arms around your waist? he could imagine your reaction. you would scream at first, thinking it was an intruder, but when you realized it was just your dear husband, you would hug him so tight he could barely breathe.

he opened his and your house with a spare key. unlocking the door, he stepped in and was greeted with a great silence. you weren’t vacuuming the living room, you weren’t cooking in the kitchen, you weren’t eating something in the dining room. he felt slightly disappointed the surprise didn’t turn out like what he imagined in his head, but oh well, you were probably sleeping in the bedroom.

so he headed towards the bedroom and there you were, sleeping soundly on the king-sized bed.

he dropped his gear onto the ground, including his helmet and mask, slowly getting on the bed.

“i’m home.” he whispered into your ear, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

you only hummed in response.

he chuckled.

“(y/n)… meine liebe… i’ve returned.”

you scrunched your face, eyes opening. you were met with the sight of your husband’s handsome face – which you had the privilege of seeing all the time – hovering above your own.

“könig?”

“ja, i’m here. i’m home.”

your eyes widened and you abruptly sat up.

“könig.” you repeated as if you couldn’t believe your eyes. you reached out to touch his cheek, moving your thumb up and down in a slow motion.

you missed him so much. so very much. every single day, you thought about him, if he was doing alright, when he would return, etcetera.

as tears began to well up in your eyes, könig, the ever so loving husband, began to worry and asked, “what’s the matter, meine liebe?”

“i’m just glad you’re home and safe.” you sniffled. “we wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

könig was confused.

“we?” he pointed out.

you nodded. you took his hand, guiding it to your belly, where your child resided.

“y–you’re pregnant?” his eyes looked like they were about to pop out and his jaw about to hit the floor.

“yes.”

“how…” he trailed off, staring at your evident baby bump.

“how far along am i? four months. that’s how long you’ve been gone.” you caressed your belly.

you were worried for a second, thinking he didn’t want a child, but your worries washed away when he pulled you in for a hug and a kiss.

“my baby is having a baby!” he exclaimed excitedly. “i’m gonna be a father!” he was overjoyed with happiness. never did he ever see himself marrying someone and having a baby with them, but look at him now. he was a husband and a father.

you sighed in relief. “i thought you were upset. i was worried for a sec.”

“worried? why?” he was taken aback by your words. he grabbed both of your hands, pulling them towards his face and placing a gentle peck on them. “this is the best moment of my life. i would never be upset about this. you’re my love, my life. meine liebe, mein leben.”

“you’re my love and life too.”

after saying that, you shared one last kiss before dozing off in each other’s arms.

I love König so mich, he's such a big softie.

HM: Carlisle Cullen x clumsy!Reader

(A/N) I think this is the first time since I started with Head Canon Monday, that I post something that wasn’t a request…still, since all the clumsy!Reader HC were so popular, I thought I would do them with an underrated character. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x clumsy!Reader

Warnings: none

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(Am I the only who thought that he was extremely hot in this scene?)

This was so cute and funny😂😍🤧🤭

RW: Accident - Carlisle Cullen

(A/N) Why does it sometimes escalate like that? Geez…I was certainly not planing on writing four pages for this request, yet here we are. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Warnings: dead parents (already happened), car accident

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I cringed at the squeaking sound the breaks of my old car made as we came to a stop. I really had to get it checked out soon.

Movement on the passenger side drew my attention and I turned to look at my little sister. She had grabbed her backpack and her right hand was already on the door handle, ready to jump out. I rolled my eyes at her readiness to get out of my car.

“Have a good day at school, Y/S/N.” She grinned and jumped out, but before she closed the door, she turned back to look at me.

“Are you going to pick me up again?” I shook my head.

“No, Amy’s mom is going to bring you home.” She groaned, before a wicked grin spread across her lips.

“Are you busy with a certain doctor?” She wiggled her eyebrows, making me laugh.

“I may be. But that, is none of your business.” She rolled her eyes but smiled before she closed the door and started to walk to the entrance of the school.

I quickly rolled down my window.

“I love you!” Y/S/N turned around and flipped me off, making me chuckle. I quickly returned the gesture, knowing that our mom would beat me bloody if she saw me encouraging that kind of behavior. God have mercy on her.

I stayed in the car until Y/S/N entered the school, before I put the car in reverse and drove off. While driving I wondered what I was supposed to do for the few hours before Carlisle’s shift ended. I could go home and text him to pick me up on his way home…or I could go into the city and grab a coffee. None of those options sounded good to me, so I decided to drive around for a bit.

But even that became boring quickly.

Music…I need music.

I started to fiddle with the radio, which wasn’t working, as usual, until I heard a loud beep. My head snapped up and I saw two deer standing on the road, blocking traffic from both sides. The driver of the car that was standing on the other lane was waving his arm out of his window trying to catch my attention.

I quickly stepped onto the breaks but nothing happened. I felt panic spread through me as I tried again and again. Still, the car wouldn’t slow down. Only moments before I would’ve hit the deer, I pulled the stirring wheel to the right and crashed into the crash barrier.

Thankfully, at least the air bags were working. But as my head crashed against the bag, I felt a sharp pain on my forehead and blood started trickling down my face.

I pulled back from the bag with a groan and leaned back against the seat. Raising both my arms, I checked for injuries and noticed that my right wrist was bend at a weird angle. Great. A broken wrist. I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad for adrenaline flowing through my body.

Knocks on the window to my left caught my attention and I looked over. It was one of the other drivers. He tried to open the door but failed. My dad had drilled it into my head to always lock the doors when I’m in the car alone, even while I’m driving. Carlisle hated that habit, but I hadn’t managed to break it yet. After today, I definitely would.

With my intact hand, I flipped the lock, and the man pulled the door open.

“Are you okay?” I nodded.

“Nothing too serious…I think.” The man sighed in relief and turned around, looking at the other cars.

“I’ve already called an ambulance, they should be here in a bit.” I smiled and thanked him, following his eyes as he looked around the wreck that was once a car. Yeah…it was broken beyond repair.

The next thirty minutes passed in a blur.

The ambulance arrived and I was loaded into it. They wanted to bring me to a different hospital, but I convinced them to take me to the one where Carlisle was working. And mentally, I was already preparing myself for his lecture. He had offered countless times to buy me a new car, saying that mine would surely be the death of me. But I had always declined.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the ambulance came to a halt and the doors opened. The stretcher I was on was pulled out and they started wheeling me into the hospital through the emergency entrance.

And of course, Carlisle was the closest doctor.

“Y/N?” His eyes widened with worry, and he was by my side within a millisecond. He looked me up and down with trained eyes, probably not even listening to the paramedics. As soon as they stopped speaking, Carlisle nodded and thanked them, before he, along with two nurses transferred me to another stretcher and wheeled me into an examination room.

My boyfriend started to work in silence, only occasionally speaking with the nurses until my wrist was in a cast and all that was left was to stich up the wound on my forehead.

“Thank you. I’ll take care of the stitching, you two can leave.” The nurses nodded and quickly waved at me before they left the room. Most of the people working in the hospital knew me by now.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Carlisle turned to me with a, on one hand worried, on the other hand mad, glare.

“What happened?” Oh boy…I’m going to be in soooo much trouble.

“Well…there were deer on the road and my breaks failed.” His eyes widened before his glare returned. I could feel the anger radiating off of him and even though he was really, really angry, I knew that the anger wasn’t directed at me. At least not entirely. It was also directed at himself, which made me feel bad.

With soft hands, he pulled me into a sitting position and to the edge of the bed, making it easier for him to reach me.

He started working in silence, careful to hurt me as little as possible, which didn’t really work. By the second stitch, my left hand was balled into a fist, grabbing onto his coat. A small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he noticed it, but he quickly returned to his mad self.

After five more stitches, he was done, quickly disinfected everything and put a large band aid over the sutures. He helped me to lay down before he cleaned up after himself. As soon as he was done with that, he pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. He mustered me with a frown before he sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. As he looked back at me, I noticed the worry in his eyes. I stretched my left hand towards him and without hesitation, he got to his feet, stripped off his coat and shoes and crawled into bed, laying down on top of me.

His arms wrapped themselves around my waist, while his head laid on my chest, his right ear right above my heart. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, listening to my beating heart while I played with his hair, trying to calm him down.

We spend an hour like this before he slowly sat up and looked at me.

“Are you okay?” I nodded with a smile and reached out to him, cradling his cheek in my hand. He pushed against it and covered my hand with his own, making me smile even more.

“I’m going to buy you a new car and-” I opened my mouth to object, but he held his hand up before a single sound could leave my lips.

“No. No objections. You are going to accept it and I swear to god if you have another accident, I’m never going to let you in front of a stirring wheel again.” I shut my mouth, knowing that he wouldn’t accept any objections on my part. Instead, I just nodded.

“Okay.” His eyes found mine and the anger he was holding onto was gone.

“I…I can’t lose you, Y/N. You have to understand that.” His voice broke and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I nodded again.

“I know…I’m sorry Carlisle.” With a nod he got up from the bed and put his shoes and coat back on.

“Wait here. I’ll clock out and then we’re going home.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he left the room and closed the door behind himself.

It only took him a few minutes before he reentered the room, now dressed in casual clothes. Well…as casual as it could get with him. Sometimes I got the feeling that he would prefer to wear a suit 24/7. His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“The others wanted to keep you here overnight in case you have a concussion, but I convinced them to let you go under the condition that you’re going to stay at my place tonight.” My eyebrows pinched together but I immediately relaxed them after feeling a sharp pain from the wound on my forehead.

“I have to go home, Carlisle. Y/S/N is being brought home by Amy’s mom and I have to make her dinner and make sure she does her homework.” Since our parents died, I’ve been taking care of Y/S/N, trying to be the cool older sister, now replacement-mom.

“I already talked to Alice and the others. They are going to bring Y/S/N to our house and the two of you are going to stay there for now. Edward will also be taking her to and from school from now on. At least until you’re better and have a car.” I sighed. Once again, there was no room for arguments, so I just accepted it and tried to get out of bed. After struggling for a bit, I looked up at Carlisle, who had been watching me with a grin.

“Need help, love?” I glared at him, before trying again. With a sigh, I gave up and looked at the handsome vampire.

“Can you help me please?” Carlisle chuckled and walked over to me, lifting me out of the bed with ease. He was still grinning.

“You know, none of that would have happen if you’d just turn me.” His hearty chuckled caused a shiver down my spine.

“You know that I can’t do that. At least for now.” With a roll of my eyes, I let him pull a sling over my head and carefully place my broken wrist in it. When he was done, he looked at me and bend down, pressing a sweet kiss against my lips.

“Let’s get you home.”

By the time we reached their hidden house, school was out. Y/S/N and the others should be arriving soon.

Carlisle helped me change into something more comfortable, before he sat me down on the couch, giving me a blanket and a pillow, on which I could rest my wrist.

After changing himself, he sat down behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close against his chest. I leaned back against him with a sigh and closed my eyes for a few minutes before a thought entered my head.

“What about my car?” I leaned my head back, so that I could look at Carlisle.

“I got it toed and brought to a junkyard. Emmet will get all your personal belongings from it before they trash it.” I nodded and smiled at him.

“Thank you.” He smiled at me, adoration filling his eyes.

“No need to thank me. I’d do anything for you.” He leaned down and connected our lips. The kiss was slow and full of love, making me smile against him.

“Ewwww! Could you not?” Carlisle and I pulled away from each other and looked at the direction the voice was coming from. Y/S/N was standing there, surrounded by the Cullen siblings, all of them smiling at her outburst. I just chuckled and waved her over.

Carlisle carefully got to his feet and placed a large pillow at my back, replacing himself. He excused himself and left in the direction of the kitchen.

Y/S/N stood at the feet of the couch, her backpack beside her on the floor and stared at me. The disgust that had just been visible in her eyes dispersed into worry. After a moment, she threw herself at me and wrapped me up in a hug. How she’d missed my cast, I don’t know.

“What happened? I was so worried.” She pulled back and a sad smile took over my lips, as I wiped a few tears from her cheeks.

“Everything’s okay. I just had a small accident, but Carlisle patched me up. So don’t worry.” She nodded and leaned back against me while my left hand trailed over her hair.

After a few minutes, she pulled away and sat down beside me.

“So…are we getting a new car?” I laughed and nodded.

“And you can choose which one. If you’d like, of course.” Carlisle was leaning against the wall close to us and smiled at my younger sister. She jumped to her feet and nodded excitedly. Her mood shifts really easily, making me smile.

“Perfect! I think I just heard Emmet pull up. If you ask, I’m sure he’ll take you to a dealership.” Y/S/N turned to look at me, practically asking for permission. I nodded with a grin and she was off.

“Just please, don’t choose a pink one!” I’m not sure that my plea reached her ears, but it made Carlisle smile, who walked over to me and took the place that was just occupied by my sister.

Before either of us could say something, we heard Emmet’s car take off again, making me chuckle. I turned back to Carlisle.

“Thank you.” Instead of answering, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. He pulled back and mustered me. It almost looked as if he was trying to decide something.

“What?” He sighed.

“After your sister graduated. I will turn you after that. But only if she’s okay with it.” My eyes lit up and I nodded, throwing my left arm around his neck. His arms were around me a moment later and his chest vibrated with a deep chuckle.

“So, you want to tell her?” We pulled out of the hug and Carlisle nodded.

“But only after graduation. I…We have to make sure she won’t tell any of her friends.” I smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, Carlisle.” He pecked my forehead again before he got to his feet.

“So…should we cook, or do you want to order take out?”

what I would give for this man to exist, I love him so much🤧😍❤️

I wouldn't be in love with a fictional vampire either if I had him for myself...... But, since I don't have a Carlisle in my life I AM in love with a fictional vampire after all.

And that's him, perfect man.🤭🤭🤭

Carlisle x reader - Drunk rambling

Sue me more Carlisle requests. One day Carlisle’s S/O is drunk and shes like I have the most wonderful Guy in the entire world and she thinks she telling someone random about her amazing Boyfriend/Husband - Anon❤️

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Omg, this was so cuteee