#this part of the song is mm

[hyperfizationss]

Hi there! So first of all, I love your content, especially for mutant mayhem! I just read through your wills and wonts and it gave me a request idea. Could you please do the mm turtles reacting to their girlfriend dying their hair to match them? Thank you sm<3

Request by @maybedontdothat

𝗠𝗺 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀/𝗼 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀

𝙻𝚎𝚘💙

-Leo already thought you were his soulmate, but this is made him like head over heels in love

-when you say down in first period with blue hair he literally had no clue what was going on. He actually pinched himself because he thought he was in a dream.

-Bum bum bum bum bum bum and she cried over nothing so there was nothing I could do to stop her from cutting her beautiful blue hair off bum bum bum bum bum bum 

-you didn’t say anything to him first period. He didn’t even know you were planning on dying your hair.

-It was a complete surprise to him, and he freaking loved it.

-Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss, kiss kiss

-Need I say more

-“is that for me” he asked nervously “ no totally not” she said sarcastically

-He’s not a big fan of change by any means but he’s freaking loved your hair. It’s the one time he thought change was good that and when they were kinda excepted into the human world.

𝗥𝗮𝗽𝗵❤️

-bro got so rizzed.he knew it was for him he Almost fainted to,his little Brain just went:🫣

-he resulted back to caveturtle,no words out grunts of happiness

-bro,wouldn’t let go off you,the whole time he was just kinda on your side

“Babe,you don’t have the next class with me”

“I do now”

-he wouldn’t let go,he got his schedule changed too

-it’s like a constant reassurance to him that you like him and you don’t think he’s some kind of freak

ԃσηηวє 💜

-let me start off by saying like the other tow he was not stunned,he was legit so amazed.he thought you looked cool,and bold!

-he immediately gave you a list of anime characters you could display that had purple hair,he was so excited

-he literally couldn’t take his yes of you,it was just to cool 😎 he honestly thought you were like such a badass and that you looked so cool

-literally learned how to do hair because of this,he wanted to see every single hairstyle on you.

“Damn,wish I had hair,you look so kewl😢”

“Do you want a wig or smt?”

-and that’s how Donnie got a wig

ɱıƙɛყ🧡

-ha ginger

-anyways…..

-he actually made more ginger jokes than I did,but nonetheless he loved it.again like raph he saw you in the hallway and he immediately screamed in happiness and ran up to hug you.

-happy boy,happy boy

-but bro why would you wanna be a ginger?

-BY CHOICE TO!?

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴💗💗💗💗💗

I’ve been real tired due to school(8th grade is kicking my ass😣) and I’m sorry for not posting much

I’ve just been tired but except some new content anytime now

#fanfic #tmnt x reader #mm x reader #Mikey x reader #donnie x reader #raph x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #donatello x reader #mikelangelo x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtle headcanons #teenage mutant ninja turtles mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mutant mayhem x reader #Leo’s part would have been so long if my impulsive thoughts didn’t kick in and I wrote tv girl songs #I would never dye my hair orange btw #I have enough gingers in my family

[shkika]

You were talking about slivers time travel themes and you've said something about you having playlists of music that reminds you of characters so if you have a sos playlist may I recommend the song time machine by miracle musical (from their album Hawaii part 2)

I've recently learned about the album and your sos post made me think of that song.

Oh my goodness! I've loved miracle musical ever since I had a Tally Hall phase years ago and that song has vibes to it.. I'm adding that connection to my mental library thank you anon,,

#hehe hoho #i adore hawaii part ii so much! #and tally hall #very nice songs i should relisten #i was struggling to find songs for sos.. #one that ive been fawning over recently is kilby girl #for her and moon #mm #having fun in my corner with dollies of them #ask #anonymous

[hgrve]

Heroes & Thieves - Vanessa Carlton (1 | 2)

#billy hargrove #billy stranger things #pro billy hargrove #mm #billy antis dni 🔪 this isn't for you #as if the neil scene didn't already piss me off today i found out that i HATE the coloring/lighting in that scene #but i like this song and thought these lyrics fit #there is another part of the song i think fits s3 that i plan to do too #*mine

[coconut530]

Good Intentions + Shiloh

#6 #Shiloh #Shiloh Webtoon #Webtoon #Coyote Kid #AAAAAAAAAAAAA LOOK IT’S DONE #DIDN’T TAKE 3 YEARS 😂 #Yeah here ya go!! #I did the Chloe half of this in like April and then slowly worked on the rest from like July to now #I think my fave shots are the Elijah/victim one.. Morality.. the goons coming up behind them.. and the final one #The lighting in the Dusty half is immaculate #The blue with the purple mmmmmm like that whole 82 - 88 arc is like so good #And this song was so great to work with #The lyrics fit so well and her vocals are epic (especially on the Chloe part like do you hear that underlying track at “filled to the…”) MM #It’s truly a Shiloh song at it’s core #More so than their other one like Trigger Finger (although this is for the like 38 - 44 arc when Chloe and Sawyer fight in the woods) #And you may be wondering coconut it ends so suddenly what why #this may be ambitious but I WANNA DO THE WHOLE SONG #so #Yeah I mean I’ll take my time with it to make it good but the whole thing will be done #THAT will actually be like 3 years hahahahahha #I already have 700 ideas so that’s good #Anyway hope you enjoyed this and I’ll give you some updates to how the rest goes!

[vanaglcria]

since we're all apparently musical theatre nerds here, I'd like to share that one of my inspirations for Carmilla's backstory was Leave Luanne from 35mm: A Musical Exhibition, though very loosely, and primarily the final chunk of it.

( tw for descriptions of spousal abuse, brief mentions of suicide )

The bastard lies in bed now / Half-sad his wife is dead now / She drowned herself in the swamp in wild despair / He thinks he used to love her / But push it came to shove her / A wife disposed / A life case closed / And no one seems to care / To grieve Luanne

Now no one's on his shoulder / But his mattress don't feel colder / In fact, it's hellish hot, and the air is dank and steaming / Yet his body starts to shiver / When the window cracks a sliver / And a fiery fog / From the miry bog / Pours in the room / In a sticky gloom / And there the man / Sees dead Luanne / He's terrified / But he keeps his pride / 'Cause he knows that he ain't dreaming / And he starts screaming

"Leave, Luanne! / Hell sent you back here for more / 'Cause ain't no one ever loved you." / But said Luanne, / "I've come to settle a score," / And she shows him her feet are bound in chains / And loyal Luanne remains / And remains / And remains / And remains!

Someone's howling / Screams like sighing / With battered breath / Grating, growling / Never dying / In a fate worse than death! / Luanne / She cries her miserable wail / So the bastards will never sleep again! / No, no reprieve, Luanne / She brings their souls down to hell / A caution to the cruelest of men / God loves Luanne! / Praise be! / Amen!

#✦ —— 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 : music #tw spousal abuse #/ it's just. such a vibe. #/ i wasn't into this song the first time i heard it but the ending. MM. #/ it's almost 8 minutes long but the best part starts around the five minute mark #/ this didn't end up on her playlist because musically it doesn't vibe with her #/ but it was an inspiration to be sure

[al-selfships]

#mm I love m.iku x mi.ku #just kidding but today I was playing p.jdiva and saw this part #the song is step forward btw #my fingers are broken #selfcest #proship #proship safe #proshipping #proshippers please interact #antis dni

[everwisp]

this part went so hard for no reason, like the way it was sang with so much emotion?? Beautiful

#ever rants #sorry but #this song has been stuck in my head the whole day #this par specifically!! #part** #like I know it’s the end but!!! #the emotion in his voice is just so MM!!! #yeston and kopit phantom #poto

[toilonto649lore]

little motel by modest mouse has only been played live 44 times. it was first played in 2007 and most recently played in 2008. this fact kills me a little inside

#to add to this #march into the sea and steam engenius have never been played live #we were dead deserves so much better #i need to hear these songs live in my lifetime #also paper thin walls is like their 2nd most played song and i haven't heard it after four shows wtff #edit the sad parts made its live debut on the TLCW tour iirc and they didn't play it at my show sad times #also i was outside in line and heard them playing broke and interstate 8 for soundcheck both of which i DESPERATELY need to hear live #but for the actual encore they played Baby Blue Sedan & All Nite Diner which r both good but i don't love them nearly as much as broke & i8 #mm are one of my 2 fav bands but their songs range from 'absolutely perfection' to 'meh' so i haven't heard many of my faves yet #i have a lot of opinions about them obviously #i didn't see em recently or anything but im tryna go to jersey to see em w pixies but if they play closer to me i'll def do that instead #modest mouse #music talk #rambling

[20thcenturyfoxx]

☆

I am the VHS

Record me with your fist

You want me to save the world,

I'm just a little girl !

☆

#Welcome to another part of me looping a song up and down #I just love the goddamn passages lol #Marilyn Manson #MM #brian warner #brian hugh warner #portrait of an american family #get your gunn #Spotify

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

*peeks head around door frame* did somebody... want music...?

uplifting - paradise fears' battle scars, brighter by patent pending, unchangeable love by juniper vale, and this is our time by wild

sad - feel like home by rival, i can't let go by the sidh, she said by jon foreman, forest fires by lauren aquilina, and in my arms by grizfolk (this one reminds me of rangers, for some reason)

miscellaneous - space talk by the native architects, stella by cereus bright, underwater by LYOD, and andrew's song by IMAscore (think... ominous sea shanty.)

happy - dance by tim halperin, see you again by the gray havens [disclaimer: spelling of 'grey' is artist's choice] , back in the days by wildvibes, and on my way by sheppard

instrumental - from father to son by the sidh, an toll dubh by marcus warner, the captain's dance by marcus warner, and it's time by jessie yun

for the most beautiful song in the world, my love has gone across the sea by andrew and skye peterson. yes i am ridiculously obsessed with this song.

please don't feel like you have to listen/respond to any/all of these! i just really love these songs, and jump at the chance to share them.

[further disclaimer: i'm probably one of ten people on this site who care, but none of these songs contain cursing. in case you wanted to know :D]

have a brilliant day :D

always :D

wow. thanks so much for putting together such a list! many songs to listen to

#music tag #not thru everything yet but love 'andrew's song' #and... i think it's 'brighter' that's got like three bars lodged in my head rn #i appreciate the note- tho unfortunately for mm. anyone who sees my posts who would rather not see cursing #i tend more towards the 'will use curse words as a comma' end of that particular spectrum #idk it depends on the day really #so. sorry about that part i guess..? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[allpromarlo]

the grammys are so unserious bruh they never stop.

#i'm gonna go on a rant here forgive me #but what the FUCK are those nominations in the rap category #they nominated jack harlow and fuckin DJ KHALED over literally so many other artists that deserve it more #like is jid a joke to y'all? denzel curry? black thought? joey badass?? #saba? redveil? the fuck is you DOING #and then don't even get me started on rap song of the year. #the heart part 5 is the ONLY GOOD SONG ON THAT LIST. #AND WALKIN IS LITERALLY BETTER #i'll forever say it bruh the nominations in the rap category are decided by popularity year in and year out #because there's NO way you're gonna look at me and tell me jack harlow made a better album this year than the forever story or mmesyf #like what the fuck #ugh anyway #at least kendrick is gonna sweep with mm&tbs #and by LAWD if he doesn't win...i'm gonna do something very illegal #in actuality he deserves album of the year but he's a rapper in a category dominated by pop artists so i'm not holding out for it #especially aoty lmao #the grammys continue to be a scam #maybe i get the bts stans now (no i don't bts is trash lolol) #music #grammys #recording academy #the grammys #idk how to tag this and i don't care either #denzel my boy you were SNUBBED #ROBBED I TELL YOU #GAWD

[dragonherder2030]

*points at you* 🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

AH I barely listen to music and most of it is like not the vibe people would prob get from me on here but UUUHHHH

Careful when listening most of these have cuss words haha

#in my tags I shall explain my personal music tastes for your enjoyment because why not #clouds : I love listening to the chorus/riff it just such a crisp little beat. similar to another song called Soap #Time Warp : Mm noises #most of the music I listen to and like is based purely off of the baseline honestly #I’m a sucker for a good beat #Horror Movies : I honestly love all of thier music but this one is very good for me to re listen to over and over again #Houdini : Again. great artist. I haven’t listened to this one for a while so it’s a classic #Halloweenie : Just na amazing beginning part. could listen to that on repeat for DAYS #there r many other songs I just enjoy listening too and these might not even be my tops #just the ones I could find the names of lol

[medicinemane]

I think... that the point where I can sing all of Cad É Sin Don Te Sin, and sing it well, knowing what I'm singing... I think that'll be more or less the point where I can feel like I at least have a decent grasp on Irish

#I once met an older French guy in Quebec who'd learned English so he could sing Bob Dylan #and he was a nice guy; we only talked once like on one day; but he gave me lunch and it was a good conversation #and I suppose I do still keep a piece of that day with me in the fact he showed me a song I still listen to sometimes #Maria Bethania by Caetano Veloso; which I still listen to sometimes #so I'm quite sure... hell; I mean he was on the younger side of old; so he's probably still around #but I'm sure if he heard I was learning Irish maybe not specifically for a song but in part for a song #that he'd think that was a pretty good thing and want to talk about it together #mm tag so i can find things later

[schrodingerscougar]

Note: Wow, the roommate!Simon story blew up. Anyway, here's part 2.

Following his conversation with Johnny, Simon begins to think. He begins to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he’s developing feelings for you. Why else would he be so protective and mad when the sergeant talks this way about you? The thought scares him at first.

For one, being near him is a death sentence, he saw that with his family. He can’t even imagine surviving losing someone he loved again. Then there is another thing, the fact he isn’t sure you would return his feelings. If you didn’t, as he suspects, living with you would be torture, and he’s honestly too lazy to look for a new place to stay.

The next time he arrives home in the middle of the day, the apartment is empty since you’re at your workplace most probably. Not seeing your face brighten at the sight of him makes his heart ache, but he knows you’ll be home in two or three hours, so he can most certainly survive that by lying down to catch up on sleep. He leaves a post-it for you on the small table next to the front door where you always put your keys, warning you that he’s back home.

He’s woken by the smell of fresh coffee and something sweet. When he checks the clock on his bedside, he notices it’s past seven, which means he slept a good four hours without interruptions. The new record of the past weeks as the most he slept peacefully was two hours tops. He climbs out of bed and goes to the living room, surprised to see you in the kitchen, humming a song to yourself as you admire the neatly cut brownies on the kitchen island.

“You’re awake!” you exclaim happily, quickly pressing a button on the coffee machine to make him some coffee too, then pick up an empty plate and put a slice of brownie on it. “Welcome home. Here, try this. I thought you might use some homemade things after being away for so long.”

That damn smile of yours. It’s wide, happy, and it easily warms his heart and makes him smile too. Your good mood is infectious and he finds himself stuffing the cookie into his mouth as he stands next to you, nudging your side with his hip playfully. “It’s perfect, thank you,” he says while chewing, earning a roll of your eyes. You hate it when someone talks with their mouth full, so he quickly swallows the remains and goes, “Sorry.”

You shake your head with a laugh then turn away to get his coffee. Simon can’t help but wonder if this is how things would always be if you were his wife, if you would be this kind and caring all the time. He certainly could get used to this. He wouldn’t believe he deserves all the love, but he would definitely enjoy your attention.

“What got you thinking so hard?”

Simon lets out a questioning hum before realizing he zoned out for a while. “You,” he replies honestly.

“Me?”

“Mm-hmm.” Before you could ask more questions, he moves in front of you, trapping you between the kitchen island and his body as he leans down to you. “I had an interesting conversation with someone and it got me thinking while I was gone,” he says with his lips moving so close he almost kisses you. “Do you have any idea how much I miss you when I’m deployed? How many times do I wonder what you’re doing while I’m away?”

It’s easy to tell, especially from this close, that your heart is racing and your breath is caught in your throat as you watch him. Your eyes are moving back and forth between his lips and his eyes, unable to decide what to focus on. You’re both under a spell that he doesn’t want to break, in fact he wants this moment to last forever, this anticipation before he finally makes up his mind to kiss you. He wants to do it, but he can’t help but think about whether or not you would be against it.

Maybe he thinks too much, maybe his brain is too focused on the negative thoughts, and before he knows it, you move your head to capture his lips with yours in a slow and sensual kiss. Simon is aware that he has issues. He understands that his brain is only on high alert because deep down he doesn’t believe he deserves your attention. After all, he’s not a good man. Well, not always. He does his job like a good little soldier, but the lines are blurry between good and bad.

He knows that you know this too. Shortly after he moved in and found out what he did for a living, you had a lot of questions, many that he simply wasn’t allowed to answer. But you probably sensed that he was keeping things to himself, certain aspects of this position that civilians would never understand. He didn’t want to scare you away, he didn’t want you to throw him out, so he kept his mouth shut. You knew that and never pried for more information.

When your nails dig into the skin on his back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer, Simon finally returns to the moment, returning your delicious kiss while his hands grab your ass and help you on the counter behind you. His lips trail from your lips to the shell of your ear, whispering praises until he feels your hands moving to his belt.

As much as he wants that, he knows he has to stop you. So he reaches down to grab your hands, pulling them away and lacing his fingers with yours as he kisses the tip of your nose. “Not yet, love. Let’s go on a proper date first, yeah?” he asks you with a small smile.

You whine, then you beg for more, asking him why you have to go on a date when you've been living together for over a year now. He tells you that the reason is simple; he spent a bigger part of it away from home so you have to get to know each other.

“I know you, Simon,” you push on, your fingers tracing the tattoos on his forearm as you speak. When you see the determination in his eyes, you finally let out a sigh of defeat and say, “Okay, fine. Let's go on a date first. But don't even think about something fancy. Let's keep it simple.”

With a short laugh, he leans down to give you a quick kiss. “Understood.”

Later in the evening, way past eleven, the two of you finally say goodnight and he returns to his room. There's a message waiting on his phone, one that came from Johnny. “I’ll send her a DM if you won't introduce me,” it says.

“Better not. She's taken,” he replies.

#ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #simon riley x reader #mw2 #modern warfare #mw3 #john soap mactavish #john mactavish

[vash-in-the-void]

resisting adding yet another mother mother song to my vash playlist (impossible challenge)

#ah i got it ill add one to ww's playlist that evens it out #no but really mm were an integral part of my mental health getting better #and although mine was less dramatic i relate vash's journey to mine #and a lot of mm later songs just are about healing and finding hope and love despite everything #which is vash's whole deal #yeah um anyways

[ghostaholics]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

➸ PAIRING: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn medic!Reader (same reader from here, but this is a stand-alone) ➸ SUMMARY: You kiss Simon's very minor injuries. And then some. (Or, alternatively: He's not actually wounded. He just wants to see you.) ➸ WARNING(S): some graphic descriptions of old injuries ➸ A/N: Need to preface that this isn't smut despite how the title and summary sound. Anyways, Jo knows I listened to Hozier's Other Voices 2020 version of "Work Song" for a week straight while writing this. ➸ WC: 2k

❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃, ❞ he admits, low-timbered. It feels intimate, especially coming from him. Simon's sitting on the cot; it sags under his weight. He curls his hands over the edge of it as he leans forward. No casualties post-mission means he's got free rein to pick wherever he wants in the medical tent.

"Oh, yeah? What about?"

"That I should probably do my best to avoid injuries so I don’t keep pestering you. Can always just tell me to fuck off, y’know.”

“You’re gonna break my heart if you stop coming around.

“Mm,” he says in agreement. “Can’t have that can we?”

You nod your head earnestly. “I like your company.”

“Tryin’ to say that you’ll miss me?”

“I would.” More than he knows.

It’s routine now. He gives you just enough room, adjusting his position. You step into the space made between Simon’s splayed knees, his massive legs nearly bracketing yours with how close they are. He’s bigger than you. Well, considerably more mammoth-like in his proportions compared to an overwhelming majority of the soldiers that you’ve encountered, to be quite honest.

Simon acts as though he’s acutely aware of his size. You suspect that he purposefully makes himself smaller in your presence. Like now, how his shoulders are rounded forward, the column of his spine not as straight-arrow in that standard, militaristic posture most servicemen have adopted. As if he doesn’t want to appear too intimidating. Not that Simon could, to you. Hours doing his stitches and idle chitchat on your part have taught you that he’s much less ruthless than people seem to paint him as. But you appreciate the thought anyway.

You conduct the assessment – a typical evaluation normal for combat casualty care, more in-depth than the one you’d done when he initially stopped by and you did a quick once-over for any obvious injuries. Though given the complete vacancy in the medical tent, you find it hard to believe that you’ll come across anything on him since the mission went that smoothly.

The first thing you notice this time: he doesn't smell like spilled blood. It's different. Not that sweet, rusted iron of wet tackiness – the one that reminds you of a generous stack of two pence coins held between a pair of hands cupped together. He comes in that way a lot. Reeks, because war means that he's no stranger to charging through a shower of copper and lead-forged bullets out on the field. Everything else is still there, though. Maybe a dying campfire – crackling logs and blackened earth. Soft dirt excavated from a foxhole for cover while under enemy fire. All gunpowder and Marlboro Lights and diesel-fuel smoke. Fresh rain and a blue-violet sky after a storm. Victory without consequence.

You'd breathe it in if you could, pull the collar of his jacket up to your face. At this proximity, it’d be easy.

He drops the act when he’s in front of you. Lieutenant. Ghost. Battle-hardened, gruff. A natural-born leader. The kind of person to rip this world apart brick by brick – scraped up palms clutching onto broken pieces – to make sure that the plan is executed accordingly, no matter the cost. It’s hard for him to shed that layer. A drop in the bucket of information that you’ve gathered about this man.

You’ve seen him at his best. But you know him at his worst.

The laundry list of injuries over the years: blows to his torso and his back and his limbs that were brighter than technicolor – purples and reds and sickly yellow-green shades – deep, blotchy medals of violence decorating his skin like some kind of fucked-up kaleidoscope that was nothing to be proud of; when some bastard drove a knife right into his upper thigh, that dirty blade wedged through tissue and muscle which was sure as hell going to induce the nastiest infection without serious TLC and a tetanus shot; rib fractures 7-9 because he aborted an exploding heli, seconds to spare before landing on his side wrong from a height that was equivalent to three stories tall; old GSWs dotting his body the same way you’d shove push pins into a paper-flimsy map to mark the places you’ve been to.

And then there’s no contest for the top contender. 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 #𝟏: when he was rushed in on a stretcher, barely clinging to life. Lower abdomen shredded by exploding shrapnel. He was outside of the window of opportunity. Too far beyond that golden hour, so his chances of surviving plummeted to a single-digit percent.

He’s more than just a patchwork of scars. There’s a complex person underneath the surface. A miracle in the flesh to have toughed it out through all of that. Resilient. Perpetual. His callsign makes sense. Ghosts really do live forever.

Several seconds pass before you speak again. It’s a silly comment, teasing – poking fun at him. You don’t have any reservations when it comes to picking on Simon; he’s good about taking these things in stride. Funny, actually. He’s got a dry sense of humor. “I think… you like the idea of someone taking care of you.”

His response isn’t immediate. It’s delayed, said with intention. He doesn’t ever waste words. “Not just anybody.”

You nearly reel back at that. Warmth floods your face. You aren’t quite sure what to say, didn’t expect it. So you let the comment hang in the air between the two of you, busying your hands with slipping off his tac vest, triple-checking for hidden wounds, doing anything to keep yourself occupied while you stand this close to him in the wake of that remark. You’re engrossed in your work, in search of a distraction.

(He’s a distraction, isn’t he?)

And then your eyes stop in their scan. Right there: a small nick on the exposed sliver of skin between his glove and sleeve – open to the direct path of some wayward debris that happened to graze him. So tiny. You’ve seen paper cuts more harrowing than this – wouldn’t have even registered on your radar, especially if it’s being dwarfed by other critical wounds that hold decisive sway over somebody’s fate when it comes to your average life-or-death scenario.

Of course, you take your job very seriously.

You feign a sharp inhale. “Ah,” you say solemnly, guiding his arm up to your face for a closer look. “Found your problem.”

“I’ve got a problem,” he echoes, voice laced with amusement.

“See, you came to the right place. Anybody else would’ve missed it.”

“The verdict, then?”

“So terrible. Earth-shattering, in fact—”

Simon starts pulling away. “Alright, that’s enough of you takin’ the piss outta me,” he gripes.

You chase his arm to recapture it into your grasp. “Wait!” you say, huffing out a laugh. Your mouth sprouts into a wide grin that makes him roll his eyes.

“You gonna treat me or what?”

Your humor bubbles away as you come back to your senses. Those once-loud peals of laughter start to die down when you take his question into consideration. Because there’s really nothing for you to do; he doesn’t need you.

The realization is slow-moving. It washes over you, rolls like waves as you finally begin to sober up.

Simon wants to be here, and he’s looking for any excuse to stay. He just can’t find the courage to own up to it.

“I dunno. Might be unconventional,” you throw out casually, playing along. “Risky, maybe – never been done before.”

But he’s undeterred. “Sure. Whatever you gotta do.”

You pause for a beat, fingers still wrapped around his forearm because you haven’t managed to let go yet. His skin is warm under your palm. You’re not sure what exactly possesses you to do it – emboldened by his encouragement, given complete carte blanche; he’s leaving this to your discretion. So you press your lips to that area where the cut is, right over his pulse point. If you had lingered for longer, you probably would’ve been able to feel it thudding, that solid rhythm and easy strength reminding you he’s alive.

You expected him to withdraw his arm in bewilderment. He should’ve kicked up a fuss about you violating his boundaries, should’ve told you that you overstepped. Something, right?

But he doesn’t do any of that. Simon’s studying you. Dark pupils. So chasm-deep that the ground beneath your feet might slip away. Ocean trenches, midnight-black like the charcoal smudged around his eyes. When they land on you, his gaze goes molasses-soft. He’s fond; there’s little room for doubt. The way he looks at you says everything. None of that usual coldness he harbors during an op. Instead, relaxed and more human than you’re used to seeing – all of his attention focused solely on you.

“Where else, Simon?” you whisper.

He’s thinking – carefully weighing his options – the same expression that he gets when a crossroads lies ahead of him and he knows his make-it-or-break-it decision will invariably affect the outcome of a mission.

After several moments, his hand comes up. Simon’s fingers curl underneath the hem of his mask; he’s been wearing the fabric balaclava more often since you’ve fixed the stitching on it. Then he lifts – not the entire way. Just to reveal the bottom half of his face. There he is. Sandpaper-rough stubble. The sharp cut of his jaw. A mouth that you’re convinced wears a scowl 24/7 behind his mask but is now slightly twitched up.

Even though you’ve seen it before, the sight of him never fails to steal your breath away. Feels like meeting him for the first time again. With how rarely he does this, it might as well be – that slow, heart-melting sensation is steadily filling the cavern of your chest.

And you lean in. Your lips brush against his; it’s a chaste thing – the kiss – if it can be called that. Gentle. Like how you’d stitch up his wounds with a light touch and kind intent. He’s built of sterner stuff, but if there’s anything you’ve learned about him, it’s that he’s capable of breaking just as easily as everyone else. You always handle Simon with care: unequivocal compassion and empathy when there’s so little of those left on this side of war – privileges that he’s never taken for granted.

“Better?” you ask quietly, tipping your head in question.

Simon hums his approval – this pleased, low sound in his throat. His hand slides across your lower back. He tugs you towards him. “Wouldn’t mind some more attention,” he murmurs, before slotting his mouth over yours. And then he kisses you like it might heal him from the outside in.

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