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Simon Riley is the type to mutter, “Suit yourself,” when you ask him if you can call him something cute.

You could call him Shithead all day, for all he cares. It wouldn’t dent that invisible iron door in his chest, because he doesn’t give a shit what you say or don’t say about him, what you like or don’t like. He’s his own island, he doesn’t need your good opinion or anyone else’s.

But what he doesn’t know about you, is that you’re fucking annoying. It starts soft as little “baby”s and “sweetie”s, and of course he doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Just the usual puppy love bullshit, it’ll wear off.

But then you start slipping in the “my favorite person in the whole world”s and the “precious thing”s, and he’s narrowing his eyes a little, growing uncomfortable with how that settles something stuffy in his lungs. It’s a little too far for his liking, but he did say you could call him anything. And he is, well, incredibly competitive. So he decides he can take it.

“Delicious lil guy,” you whisper into his neck after you’ve given him a good chomp.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” you sigh, running your hands through his wet hair after a shower.

“Sweet little baby cupcake,” you mumble when he wraps himself after you after getting home from work past midnight.

All heartfelt and honest, and unfortunately for him, stone cold sober.

“Have you seen me?” he finally demands one night, after you’ve kissed all over his face and told him how perfect it is.

You frown down at him, a little confused. “…yes?”

“I’ve got— fucking—“ he makes a gesture with his hand, indicating his face.

You narrow your eyes and really squint, trying to figure out what he’s getting at.

“Scars,” he finally huffs.

“Oh, yeah.” You smile down at him, tracing the history of violence with your eyes. “I forgot about those.”

“You forgot?”

“I haven’t really noticed them since like the first few weeks. Aren’t brains funny?”

Puppy love, he reminds himself, as you settle into his arms and sigh happily. This slicing pain in his chest and the burning in his eyes… this is puppy love. It’s totally normal to feel like he’d rather throw himself off a building than see you hurt. It doesn’t matter that he spends his time before falling asleep just thinking about you, inventing new ways to make your life better in any way he can conceive.

That’s normal. Right?