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lilbrainbigheartz Ā· 3 days ago
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Xmas headcanons of Stu Macher as your boyfriend šŸŽ„
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Stu is that guy whoā€™s way too much into Christmas.
-He has no shame in being obnoxiously romantic during the holiday season. Expect him to hang mistletoe above your locker so he can swoop in for kisses between classes.
-Stu brings mistletoe to every group hangout and always finds a way to dangle it over your heads. Heā€™s relentless, and the group teases you both endlessly for it, but he doesnā€™t care. ā€œIā€™m just following tradition, babe!ā€
-he will also fill your or Billyā€˜s locker with tinsel as a prank. Billy and you: "really?" Stu:"this placeā€˜s like christmas!" (Yes I just quoted him from the movie. Yes I did.)
-On a snowy day, Stu drags you outside for a snowball fight. Heā€™s relentless but also ridiculousā€”throwing himself into snowdrifts, pretending to ā€œdieā€ dramatically when you hit him. When you both collapse from laughter, he brushes the snow off your cheeks and kisses you until your nose turns pink.
-just expect to have snowballs thrown into your face all the time (that lil shit)
-The group does a Secret Santa, and Stu goes all out for yours. Even though heā€™s terrible at keeping secrets, he gets you something surprisingly thoughtfulā€”a gift that perfectly reflects an inside joke or a memory you share. He will do anything to get you for secret santa cuz why the hell not? If someone else has you, he will beg them to switch with him (or else theyā€˜re dead)
-At group hangouts, he always pulls you into his lap, even if thereā€™s an empty seat. He spends the entire movie or game night whispering jokes in your ear and kissing the side of your face until Tatum throws popcorn at him to get him to stop disturbing the others during the movie.
-During a Christmas baking night with the group, Stu ā€œhelpsā€ you decorate cookies but ends up eating half the frosting or making inappropriate designs. He sneaks frosting onto your nose just to have an excuse to kiss it off (honestly Iā€˜d forgive him)
-heā€˜d buy two plushies that are either two couple-ish snowmans or penguins and then say "Look guys! Thatā€˜s me and Y/N!šŸ˜" and then hang it as christmas decoration on the tree!
-he will totally burst into christmas songs like Mariah Carey. Either trying to hit the high note "ITā€˜S TIMEEE" Or singing to you "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU!"
-After a day of chaos with the group, Stu pulls you aside for some alone time. He takes you outside where the snow is falling softly and wraps his arms around you. ā€œI know Iā€™m a handful, but you make this whole Christmas thing way better, babe,ā€ he says, leaning in for a kiss.
Christmas is the time we spent with our loved ones and you are definetly his beloved one!<3
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berilynzoe Ā· 3 months ago
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yoyomomiko Ā· 2 months ago
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TYSM 4 THE DAISUKE HEADCANON, IT SO CUTE I WAMT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS SO BAD OMGGGWGWHAHAH...anyways. HUGGING/CUDDLING/SLEEPING, KISSING, PET NAMES/NICKNAMES HEADCANONS...AS IS WJAT ARE HIS FAVE ONES???? OR OMG LIKE JEALOUSY HC, OR TEXTING, AS IN IS HE A FAST TEXTER OR SOMEONE WHO REPLIES LATER? HOW WOULD HE WRITE AND DOES HE SEMD RANDOM THINGS OR LIKE THOSE SAPPY GOODNIGHT/GOODMORNING TEXTS?...hope it's not annoyingšŸ§, also u dont have 2 write them all!! im just legit tweaking for that manšŸ™šŸ§ŽšŸ˜­
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Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader
Warnings: slight mention of nsfw on the sleeping part, but in reality it's just what the other crew thinks :)) not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!
HC: hugging, cuddling, kissing and sleeping with our favorite boy!!
(A/N): DW I LOVE WRITING FOR DAISUKE!! I mean who ISN'T tweaking about that manšŸ˜ This is a bit boring but um yeahšŸ˜¢ I HAVE LIKE SO MANY REQUESTS FOR THIS MAN ALREADY IDK HOW I'M GONNA FINISH WRITING THEM ALL I'M HAVING A VERY BUSY WEEK BUT OH WELL!!
ā•°ā”ˆāž¤ This is like a part 1 btw since I'm gonna write EVERYTHING you requested because I'm crazy like thatšŸ˜ -> m.list
-- part 2
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ā˜…HUGGING
You can't tell me this man doesn't love hugs.
For short hugs, he's gonna quickly put a hand around your shoulder. Or maybe he'll just keep you in a quick embrace before letting go.
For longer hugs, he's going to keep one of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your upper back.
OR he's gonna just hold his arm loosely around your waist, it dependsšŸ˜‹
Daisuke loves to hold you, that's a fact. He just likes being with you in general, he feels lucky af
ā˜…CUDDLING
Like I mentioned in another post, if you sleep in the same bed, you'll get cuddles every single night, I don't make the rules.
Daisuke doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or the little spoon, just CUDDLE with him
If he's the big spoon, he will keep you close, hold you to his chest, arms loosely wrapped around you, pulling you in.
If he's the little spoon, he's gonna curl up and let you spread out or whatever, you can even throw your leg over him he doesn't mind
He's probably gonna let you lay your head on his arm, but then he'll have that weird, tingly static-like feeling covering his whole arm
But he'd be too embarrassed to just pull his arm away, even if it hurts him, he just kinda lets you stay there since he doesn't wanna ruin your comfort.
He's usually the little spoon, he just likes being held and wrapped in your arms. He feels more comfortable that way.
But at the same time, he LOVES being the big spoon, because he feels like he's keeping you safe and secure from whatever difficulties or 'monsters' there are (jabortion)
I feel like his favourite cuddling position is Sweetheart's Cradle, he just prefers to hold you like that, it's easier for him and it's just 'so romantic' (his words not mine)
If you aren't aware of what that position is, google it because I have NO idea how to explain it mb gangšŸ˜¢
If he wants cuddles he's gonna nudge you and lay his head on your shoulder, and if you don't get the hint he's gonna trust fall on you
Lovely cuddles btw, he lives for them and he loves them so so much!!
ā˜…KISSING
Okay so he's whipped
Kiss him on the lips while you're passing by him and he's gonna be at your feet
He loves loves LOVES when you just place a small kiss on his forehead and tell him he did something great
I'm telling you I just KNOW this man would kiss every single inch of your body
He likes to kiss the back of your hand softly while doing something for you, he feels like you're a princess
That's right, you don't feel like you're a princess, he feels like you're a princess
I feel like he enjoys short kisses more than long ones, he prefers them quick idkšŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø
BUT he doesn't mind making out with you so um GO AHEADšŸ˜‹
Daisuke probably would risk it and make out with you somewhere other than the bedrooms, but he'd be scared that you two would get caught. It's just the THRILL he feels when he does it that gets him going, yk?
PULL ON HIS HAIR WHILE MAKING OUT
He's gonna ask for reassurance to make sure he's kissing you goof enough
ā˜…SLEEPING
CUDDLES EVERY NIGHT
Omg SLEEP WITH HIMMMM
I feel like he loves having you play with his hair while whispering praises to him as he slowly drifts to sleep (who doesn'tšŸ˜¢)
Daisuke will also just talk about his day while you're also falling asleep, listening to him rant and babble on and on about what he accomplished
I kinda think that at some point someone caught you two sleeping together and probably had other ideas
SWANSEA: He probably rushed to wake up Daisuke, since Daisuke usually kinda just sleeps in. He opens the door to reveal that the young man isn't in fact alone, but accompanied by another person. Swansea notices it's you and all of the sudden something clicks in his head, realizing why Daisuke would talk so much about you. He doesn't mind it, as long as you two are happy. Of course, Swansea at first thought you two did something, but he quickly reassured you guys that he doesn't mind as long as you two don't wake him up at night.
"It's fine, just stay quiet and don't wake me up at night. Don't make this a habit."
ANYA: She wanted you to help her with something, not bothering to knock on your door as she opened and took a look inside. She scanned the room, only to notice you laying in bed asleep with Daisuke. She thought it was sweet and cracked a smile, but probably also thought you two did something else. She felt guilty for invading your privacy and quickly closed the door. She didn't expect you to do such things, but it wasn't a surprise it was Daisuke who was next to you. She's gonna DENY that she opened the door to your room.
"Did you need something earlier this morning?" "What? No, I don't know what you're talking about..."
Jimbo has no reason to enter either of your rooms, and neither does Curly.
Anyways, Daisuke loves sleeping with you because that just makes time for extra cuddles. He doesn't mind if anybody says anything about that, he simply does not care.
Your room or his room? Good question. Both, both is good.
It's usually his room, it just feels better that way. Plus, he has a Gameboy and you two stay up at night playing or watching him play!!
Stays cuddled up with you beneath the blankets to keep you safe!!
He snores. Loudly. You either have to wake him up so he can shut up or you just get used to it.
Since he sleeps with his mouth open he also sometimes drools, BUT, he never managed to drool on your sheets so I guess that's finešŸ˜£
He's fine omg
JUST SLEEP WITH HIM IN ANY WAY HE'S GONNA LOVE IT!!
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checkeredflagggs Ā· 3 months ago
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Picture Perfect
pairing: logan sargeant x fem!photographer!reader
summary: loganā€™s girl travels with him as his personal photographer
a/n: Iā€™m still working on the next Lando piece but I was out watching the northern lights last night and this one pretty much wrote itself
a/n: also and as usual Iā€™m throwing timelines and official schedules and actual facts of races in the garbage. Living my best delulu life where Logan got the actual chance he deserved
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305girl: my boy, my boy, my boy how I love you soā€¦congrats on your first f1 race baby!! Despite everything you did so well today šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ©µ
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user1: thatā€™s our American racer!!
ā†³user2: you did good today Logan!
oscarpiastri: first race down šŸ‘Šļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ļ潚Ÿ§” many more to go!
ā†³logansargeant: congrats osc! šŸ©µ we did it!
ā†³305girl: my racer boys!! Youā€™re officially formula racers šŸ’ššŸ’š
ā†³oscarpiastri: good to have you here for this ā€” maybe youā€™ll get some photos of me next time
ā†³logansargeant: nope! Contractually only able to take my photos
ā†³oscarpiastri: seriously?
ā†³305girl: yup
ā†³user3: this is the best thing ever
user4: šŸ™‹šŸ¾ā€ā™€ļø new American fan - who is 305girl? Help?
ā†³user5: haha šŸ¤£ sheā€™s Loganā€™s girlfriend! Theyā€™ve been together for years - childhood friends I think!
ā†³305girl: correcto! Best friends since I threw down against some bullies for him
ā†³logansargeant: my knight in a sparkly pink skirt and mud stained tights
ā†³305girl: you know it!
ā†³user4: oh my god thatā€™s adorable
alex_albon: congratulations on your first race Logan!
ā†³logansargeant: thanks Alex! Canā€™t wait for more
ā†³alex_albon: absolutely! Weā€™ll come back stronger next time
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305girl: my boy looks so good in red I had to continue the theme featuring Paris and my darkroom
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user5: oh my god šŸ˜šŸ„µā¤ļø red is definitely his color
user6: Paris looks good on Logan!
ā†³305girl: you know it!
oscarpiastri: taking notesā€¦šŸ“
ā†³logansargeant: of what? My best colors?
ā†³lilyzneimer: šŸ¤Ø oh?
ā†³oscarpiastri: ummā€¦šŸƒšŸ»ā€ā™‚ļøšŸ’Ø
ā†³305girl: letā€™s leave the boys to it, shall we?
ā†³lilyzneimer: letā€™s
ā†³logansargeant: hey!!
ā†³oscarpiastri: what??
user7: ok but where did you get the darkroom from?
ā†³305girl: itā€™s in our apartment in England! It was just a short trip to Paris during the break
ā†³user7: that makes so much more sense then what I was thinking
ā†³user8: ā€¦did you think that she just set up a dark room in a Paris hotel room?
ā†³user7: leave me alone!!
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logansargeant: when the artist becomes the subjectā€¦thank you Miami! You were good to me this weekend! And a big thank you to my girl ā€” I love you
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user9: somehow this post called me single in about 100 different ways
ā†³user10: same! šŸ˜­
ā†³user11: proof that if he wanted to, he would
305girl: my handsome manā€¦I love you too! But when did you take these?
ā†³logansargeant: Iā€™m a man of many talents!
ā†³305girl: evidently! I guess Iā€™ll have to let you be behind the camera more often
ā†³logansargeant: only if youā€™re the subject šŸ©µ
ā†³305girl: šŸ„¹šŸ’ššŸ„°
user12: congrats Logan! Thatā€™s our American points scorer!
ā†³user13: red white and blue baby!!
ā†³user14: woohoo!
alex_albon: show them how itā€™s done Logan! Congrats!
ā†³logansargeant: congrats to you too! Thank you
ā†³user15: Our Williams boys!
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305girl: when in Rome (New York)ā€¦pizza is a must! And thank you Logan for your patience (and eventually your sweatshirt) while I got that lovely shot of the moon
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user16: I donā€™t know who to be more jealous ofā€¦305girl for being his girlfriend or Logan for having her as a girlfriendā€¦
ā†³user17: the bi answer is both
ā†³user18: the ace answer is him cause that pizza looks supremely good right now
ā†³user16: šŸ¤£šŸ¤£
logansargeant: oh I know that all of ā€œmyā€ sweatshirts are just on loan till they smell like me
ā†³305girl: you know it!
ā†³lilyzneimer: thatā€™s a good answer!
ā†³oscarpiastri: ā€¦Iā€™ll pack some of mine up for you
ā†³lilyzneimer: thank you!
user19: you guys are so cute together!
ā†³user20: they are!!
ā†³305girl: thank you! Weā€™ve been together for nearly 7 years now
ā†³user20: oh my god! So long?
ā†³305girl: wellā€¦I had such a crush on him I talked my parents into letting me move to England with him soā€¦
ā†³logansargeant: awwwwā€¦you had a crush on me?
ā†³305girl: obviously babe
ā†³logansargeant: enough to move to England?
ā†³305girl: Iā€™ll go anywhere you go
ā†³logansargeant: šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹
alex_albon: I donā€™t think pizza is an approved part of our diet planā€¦
ā†³logansargeant: shhhā€¦donā€™t tell anyone
ā†³305girl: donā€™t worry alex_albon. I got him to work it off
ā†³alex_albon: really? In my comment thread?
ā†³305girl: donā€™t even šŸ˜‚šŸ™„
ā†³logansargeant: she made me carry ALL of her camera equipment
ā†³305girl: boyfriend privileges!
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305girl: oh to be back on British soilā€¦Silverstone? Done āœ… A round of golf with 2 pros and their boyfriends? Done and done āœ…
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lilymhe: it was so good to catch up with you!
ā†³305girl: it was! Iā€™ve missed you in the paddock
ā†³lilymhe: šŸ˜“šŸ˜“ donā€™t worry! This just in, Iā€™m gonna abandon everything just to travel with you
ā†³alex_albon: ummm?
ā†³logansargeant: ummm?
ā†³lilymhe: i said what i said!
ā†³305girl: best day of my life!!
landonorris: you muppets!! Where was my invite??
ā†³alex_albon: must have got lost in the mail
ā†³305girl: didnā€™t even send it
ā†³landonorris: šŸ˜Ø
ā†³305girl: you stole Oscar from us! So weā€™re taking Alex from you
ā†³landonorris: no! You canā€™t do that!
ā†³oscarpiastri: so weā€™re not friends and not hanging out later?
ā†³landonorris: no! We absolutely are!
ā†³alex_albon: does our friendship mean nothing to you then?
ā†³landonorris: i give up
user21: girl are you just not gonna mention the absolute dressing down that you gave James?
ā†³305girl: Iā€™ve been Loganā€™s biggest defender since we were 7. Thatā€™s not gonna change now
ā†³user22: girl he was running for his life
ā†³305girl: šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļøšŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļøšŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø not my problem
user23: ok but who won
ā†³lilymhe: me
ā†³alex_albon: me
ā†³305girl: me
ā†³logansargeant: definitely NOT me (or Alex letā€™s be real)
ā†³alex_albon: mateā€¦
ā†³logansargeant: Iā€™m not gonna lie on the internet
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305girl: are the stars in my eyes šŸ¤©šŸ¤© cause of Logan or that night sky? The world may never knowā€¦(itā€™s Logan! He won me a giant Pikachu at the arcade šŸ„°šŸ„°šŸ„°)
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user24: oh to have a boyfriend that would fly you around the world and win you giant Pikachusā€¦
ā†³user25: water is wet. Fork found in kitchen. Me sleeping on the highway tonight!
logansargeant: šŸ˜ŠšŸ˜ŠšŸ˜Š anything for my girl
ā†³305girl: awwwww thank you baby
oscarpiastri: the real question is how long it took him though
ā†³305girl: not long at all! he is shockingly good at skeeball
ā†³logansargeant: shockingly?
ā†³305girl: babe Iā€™ve taken you bowling before
ā†³logansargeant: not another word!
ā†³305girl: šŸ¤­šŸ¤­šŸ¤­
alex_albon: logansargeant youā€™ve never won me a giant Pikachu
ā†³lilymhe: funny I was gonna say the same towards you!
ā†³alex_albon: šŸ˜‘šŸ˜‘
ā†³logansargeant: sorry! Only the loml gets that privilege
ā†³305girl: šŸ„ŗšŸ„°
user26: ok but are we gonna talk about how good this girl is at photography?? Like I came for Logan but damn im staying for her
ā†³user27: finally!! Like I love her Logan posts but literally everything else on her page is šŸ‘ŒšŸ½šŸ‘ŒšŸ½šŸ‘ŒšŸ½
ā†³305girl: thank you!!
ā†³user27: Iā€™m gonna need a 30 page PowerPoint and an entire YouTube series on how you do it
ā†³305girl: on it! šŸ«”šŸ«”
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305girl: Loganā€¦this year has been insane in the best way possible. It has been a dream come true to watch you achieve your dream and to have the chance to be by your side for all of it? I have no words on how special it was for me. Congrats baby! This year was only the start of a long and successful career for you šŸ˜˜šŸ’‹šŸ’ššŸ’š
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logansargeant: babeā€¦
logansargeant: I canā€™t find the words on what it means to me that youā€™ve been by my side this year. I donā€™t think I would have done as good as I did if I didnā€™t have your unwavering support and love. Itā€™s been a long and sometimes difficult year but it was made infinitely easier knowing that yours would be the first and last face I see everyday. I know it was selfish of me to drag you through this rough schedule across the globe but I am so extremely grateful that you said yes when I asked. I love you
ā†³305girl: oh babyšŸ’ššŸ’ššŸ’š
ā†³305girl: believe me when I say there is NOWHERE Iā€™d rather be than right next to you.
ā†³305girl: and let me tell you something ā€” thereā€™s only one other question you could ask me that would have gotten a quicker yes than when I agreed to follow you around the world
oscarpiastri: Congratulations! We did it Logan! One down and many to go!
ā†³logansargeant: that we did! Couldnā€™t ask for a better guy to do it with either
alex_albon: itā€™s been a fun year! Now letā€™s go rest and recharge cause next year is gonna be ours!
ā†³305girl: yes it is!!
ā†³logansargeant: couldnā€™t have said it better myself!
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itneverendshere Ā· 3 months ago
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Can we get something along the lines of bartender reader maybe working at the country club and some guy has been hitting on her all night, heā€™s older, creepy, wonā€™t leave her alone, getting drunker as the night goes on and sheā€™s just trying to ignore him but she has to go to the supply closet later in the night or steps away for whatever reason and the guy follows her? reader is gone for too long and Rafe notices, finds her and stops the guy?? I need protective Rafe over reader šŸ˜
ugh i hate creeps, literally felt ill writing this but for the sake of the story i did, bc it's unfortunately very common. thank you for the request lovely šŸ«¶šŸ»šŸ«‚
throw away my faith just to keep you safe - r.c
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) warnings: unwanted advances; there's a creep.
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It was just another Friday night, the usual crowd of kooks indulging in their weekly rituals of wealth and excess. For you, it was just another night behind the bar.
Wiping down the counter, you glanced at the clock. Nearly midnight.
Your shift was crawling toward the finish line, thank god, but the crowd promised at least another hour of pouring drinks and faking smiles. Not that you minded by this point ā€” the tips were decent, and the job wasnā€™t hard. But sometimes, the clientele was more than you could handle.
ā€œAnother round for me, sweetheart?ā€
You turned toward the voice and visibly shuddered at the sight. There he was again ā€” the guy who had been hitting on you all night, like a stupid plague. He was in his mid-forties, with thinning hair and a sleazy smile. Heā€™d been getting progressively drunker, his advances getting bolder with every drink. You didnā€™t get paid enough to put up with this shit, but you also didnā€™t feel like getting fired for slapping someone across the face.Ā 
You gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep it professional. ā€œSure. Another whiskey?ā€
He leaned closer, his breath reeking of alcohol. ā€œYā€™know youā€™ve got the prettiest eyes. Why donā€™t you come sit with me for a bit?Ā Iā€™m sure the bar can survive without you.ā€
Internally, you cringed. Outwardly, you kept your smile, though it was starting to drop. ā€œIā€™m working,ā€ You replied, ā€œI canā€™t.ā€
He grinned like he hadnā€™t heard you ā€” or maybe he just didnā€™t care. ā€œCā€™mon, you can take a break. Iā€™ll make it worth your while.ā€
Youā€™d rather shoot yourself in the face. You turned away, busying yourself with grabbing his drink. You didnā€™t want to make a scene. You could handle this. Youā€™d dealt with drunk idiots your entire life.
But something about him was different ā€” he wasnā€™tĀ justĀ annoying, he was persistent, and you didnā€™t like the way he was looking at you.
Rafe had checked in on you earlier, but you hadnā€™t seen him for a while. Normally, you could handle yourself, but tonight you really wished he was closer.
The guyā€™s drink slammed down in front of him harder than you intended, and you forced another smile. ā€œHere you go.ā€
ā€œThanks, sweetheart,ā€ he drawled, eyes dragging down your body in a way that made your skin crawl. ā€œYouā€™re too pretty to be stuck behind a bar. Bet you could find someone to take care of you, huh?ā€
You barely held back an eye roll as you turned away from him, grabbing the rag to wipe down the counter again just to have something to do with your hands.Ā 
The guy cleared his throat, leaning even closer over the bar. ā€œHow much longer do you think youā€™ll be working, sweetheart?ā€ His voice was low, like he was trying to make it intimate, but it just made your stomach turn. ā€œIā€™ll wait for you. We could have a little fun after youā€™re off. I know youā€™re not gonna go home alone tonight, right?ā€
ā€œYeah, I am,ā€ you muttered under your breath, hoping he didnā€™t hear.
But he did.
ā€œAw, come on now, donā€™t be like that,ā€ he said, his grin widening like you were joking with him. ā€œI know girls like you ā€” all tough on the outside, but once someone gives you a little attention, you melt.ā€
You slammed the rag down, turning toward him, patience leaving your body. ā€œLook, Iā€™ve told you, Iā€™m working. And even if I wasnā€™t, Iā€™m not interested. So how about you just take your drink and leave me alone?ā€
His smile dropped for a moment, his eyes narrowing in irritation. ā€œYou donā€™t gotta be a bitch about it, sweetheart,ā€ he slurred, clearly not backing down. ā€œIā€™m just trying to be nice.ā€
Before you could answer ā€” or reach for the nearest object to throw at him ā€” a familiar voice cut in from behind.
ā€œHow about you fuck off before I make you?ā€
You knew that tone. It was the one he used right before things escalated. Fast. You looked over to see Rafe standing just behind the bar, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked onto the guy in front of you.
His posture was tense, fists curled at his sides like he was holding himself back from jumping at the guy. ā€œRafe,ā€ you called softly, reaching out to grab his arm. ā€œItā€™s fine, Iā€™ve got it.ā€
But he didnā€™t take his eyes off the man. ā€œNo, you donā€™t,ā€ he muttered, stepping closer to the bar, ā€œThis guyā€™s been harassing you all night.Ā He needs to leave.ā€
He looked Rafe up and down, taking in the expensive clothes, the look in his eyes, and the way his muscles tensed beneath his shirt.
ā€œHey, man,ā€ the guy said, holding up his hands in a show of surrender. ā€œNo need to get all worked up. I was just talking to her.ā€
ā€œYou werenā€™tĀ just talking,ā€ Rafe snapped, ā€œYou were being a creep, and now youā€™re gonna get the fuck out of here.ā€
The guy opened his mouth to argue, but Rafe took another step forward, and whatever argument he had died in his throat. He grabbed his drink from the bar, muttering something under his breath that you couldnā€™t quite catch before he turned and stumbled away toward the door.
Once he was gone, you let out a breath you hadnā€™t realized youā€™d been holding.
Rafe turned to you, his expression softening immediately. ā€œYou okay, baby?ā€
You nodded, but your hands were shaking slightly. ā€œYeah. Iā€™m fine. Thanks for stepping in.ā€
He stepped closer, ā€œYou shouldnā€™t have to deal with assholes like that.ā€
ā€œI can handle it,ā€ you replied, ā€œBut Iā€™m glad you were here.ā€
Rafeā€™s brow furrowed slightly, his thumb tracing soft circles against the skin in your arm. ā€œI donā€™t want you handling it. I donā€™t want you dealing with that shit at all.ā€
You smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. ā€œItā€™s part of the job sometimes.ā€
ā€œNot when Iā€™m around, itā€™s not,ā€ he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours.Ā 
You grinned, your fingers brushing over his collarbone as you tilted your head up to kiss him. His lips were soft against yours and when you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
ā€œIā€™ll be fine for the rest of the night,ā€ you whispered. ā€œPromise.ā€
He exhaled softly, his arms tightening around you just a little. ā€œI know. I just hate seeing shit like that happen to you.ā€
ā€œMe too, baby.ā€ you admitted, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. ā€œBut at least the tips are good, right?ā€
He chuckled, shaking his head. ā€œOnly you would focus on the tips after that.ā€
ā€œGotta find the silver lining somewhere,ā€ you teased.
Rafe chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again. This time it was deeper, and for a moment, you almost forgot you were still at work. When he pulled away, he glanced back toward the bar. ā€œYou need me to stick around?ā€
You shook your head. ā€œNah, I think your little display of alpha male behavior probably scared off any other creeps for the night.ā€
He smirked, looking a little too pleased with himself. ā€œGood.ā€
ā€œGo hang out with the guys,ā€ you said, patting his chest. ā€œIā€™ll see you when Iā€™m done.ā€
He hesitated for a second, his hand still resting on your waist like he wasnā€™t ready to let go, but finally, he nodded. ā€œAlright. But if I see him againā€¦ā€
ā€œYou wonā€™t,ā€ you assured him. ā€œAnd if you do, Iā€™ll let you know.ā€
He gave you one last kiss, then reluctantly let you go and headed back toward his friends. You watched him for a moment, smiling to yourself before you turned back to the bar.
Forty minutes later, Rafe stood by the side of his truck, fingers drumming against the hood as he waited for you to finish up. He hated this place most days ā€” hated how these old, rich assholes thought they could treat you like you were some kind of prize they could buy. It had taken everything in him not to knock that guy out earlier, but he knew you didnā€™t want a scene.Ā Still, heā€™d been fuming ever since.
Youā€™d be out any minute now, and the two of you would go to his house. He just needed to chill. But then, five minutes passedā€¦ then sixā€¦ and a knot started to form in his stomach. You were never this late getting out, and youā€™d told him youā€™d be quick tonight.
Where the were you? He checked his phone again. Nothing.
Rafe pushed off the truck and started pacing, his eyes glancing between the front entrance and the locker room doors around the back. He knew you were still inside, but something wasnā€™t sitting right with him. His instincts were screaming at him now. After another minute, he couldnā€™t take it anymore. Fuck this.
He strode back inside and headed straight for the back hall that led to the locker room where you always changed after work. As he turned the corner, his heart stopped. There, right outside the locker room door, was the same asshole from earlier ā€” the drunk creep whoā€™d been hitting on you. His greasy hand was on the door, shoving it open, trying to force his way inside.
Rafe saw red.
Without thinking, he surged forward, grabbing the guy by the collar and slamming him back against the wall so hard the drywall cracked.Ā ā€œWhat theĀ fuckĀ do you think youā€™re doing?ā€
The guy didnā€™t have time to react before Rafeā€™s fist connected with his jaw, his head snapping back against the wall. He stumbled, eyes wide with shock as he tried to raise his hands in defense, but Rafe didnā€™t give him a chance.
ā€œYou thought you could get away with that shit?!ā€ He growled as he shoved him again, pinning him hard against the wall. The guy let out a choked gasp, his face going pale as he tried to squirm out of Rafeā€™s grip.
ā€œI-I wasnā€™tā€”ā€ the guy sputtered, his words slurred from the blow.
Rafe didnā€™t want to hear it. He threw another punch, this one harder than the first, his knuckles splitting against the guyā€™s cheekbone. All he could see was you ā€” you, behind that door, completely unaware that this piece of shit had been about to force his way in.
ā€œRafe!ā€Ā 
He stopped his fist still clenched, inches from the guyā€™s face. He turned his head just enough to see you standing in the doorway, dressed in your usual jeans and a hoodie, eyes wide, like you couldnā€™t believe what you were seeing.
ā€œBaby,ā€ you said stepping forward. ā€œItā€™s okay. Heā€™s not worth it.ā€
But Rafe couldnā€™t let it go ā€” couldnā€™t let the image of this creep forcing his way into the room where you were out of his head. The thought made him sick. It made him want to tear this him apart piece by piece.
ā€œI should fucking kill you,ā€ Rafe spat, his voice tremblingĀ Ā as he pressed the guy harder against the wall.
ā€œPlease. Iā€™m okay. He didnā€™t get in.ā€
It took every little ounce of self-control Rafe had, but he finally let the guy go, stepping back just enough for the asshole to crumple to the floor, groaning in pain.
ā€œYou come near her again, I swear to godā€¦ā€ He didnā€™t finish the sentence. He didnā€™t need to. The guy knew exactly what he meant.
The creep scrambled to his feet, clutching his bleeding face as he stumbled down the hallway, mumbling something that Rafe didnā€™t bother to listen to. His eyes were on you now, his breathing heavy as the adrenaline started to wear off.
His hands were still shaking, ā€œAre you sure youā€™re okay?ā€
You nodded, though your eyes were still wide, ā€œIā€™m fine. He didnā€™t get in, baby. You stopped him.ā€
Rafe exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he tried to breathe properly. The thought of what couldā€™ve happened if he hadnā€™t come inside when he did made him want to throw up. ā€œI shouldā€™ve been here,ā€ he muttered ā€œI shouldā€™ve been right here with you.ā€
ā€œRafe, you canā€™t be with me every second,ā€ you stepped closer to him. ā€œYou did the right thing. Iā€™m okay. Really.ā€
But he wasnā€™t convinced. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, needing to know for sure that you were safe. His grip was tight, maybe too tight, but he couldnā€™t help it. ā€œI swear to god, if heā€™d touched youā€¦ā€
ā€œHe didnā€™t,ā€ you murmured, your hands rubbing soothing circles on his back, ā€œHe's not going to."
He held you like that for a long moment, his heart still beating too fast, his mind conjuring everything that couldā€™ve gone wrong tonight.
Ā ā€œNo more working late nights here.ā€
You pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. ā€œRafeā€”ā€
ā€œIā€™m serious,ā€ he interrupted, ā€œThis place is full of creeps, and Iā€™m not letting you deal with that shit anymore.ā€
You sighed, ā€œWeā€™ll talk about it.ā€
He didnā€™t argue ā€” not now, at least. But as far as he was concerned, you werenā€™t coming back here.Ā Not without him.
ā€œWhat the hell is going on back here?ā€
You both turned to see Greg, your manager, striding down the hallway. He looked between you and Rafe, his eyes landing on the dented wall and the bloodied handprint smeared across it.
ā€œSeriously, what the hell happened?ā€ He barked, crossing his arms over his chest. ā€œWhy is there a guy running out of here with blood on his face?"
Rafe stiffened beside you.
He didnā€™t like Greg ā€” never had. In his mind, he was lazy, incompetent, and more interested in playing golf with the country club regulars than actually managing anything. You opened your mouth to try to explain, but he beat you to it.
ā€œWhy donā€™t you fix your goddamn locks, Greg?ā€ Rafe snapped, stepping forward, ā€œIf you werenā€™t so busy kissing everyoneā€™s ass, maybe youā€™d realize that your employees arenā€™t fucking safe here.ā€
Greg blinked, ā€œWhat are you talking about?ā€
Rafe pointed to the locker room door, where the knob was still hanging loosely, as if the creep had almost succeeded in breaking it off.
ā€œYour fucking locker room door doesnā€™t lock. That asshole was trying to force his way in while she was changing.Ā What the hell are you running here, man?ā€
Greg glanced at the door, then back at you, his face paling slightly but instead of apologizing, or even showing the slightest bit of concern, he threw his hands up in a defensive gesture. ā€œLook, I didnā€™t knowā€”ā€
ā€œYeah, because you donā€™t pay attention to shit!ā€ Rafe shot back, his voice rising. ā€œYou think you can just let her and the other girls fend for themselves? Is this the kind of place youā€™re running?ā€
ā€œRafe,ā€ you murmured, your hand on his arm again, trying to calm him down. ā€œItā€™s fine.ā€
But Rafe was far from calm. His hands were shaking, and his eyes locked onto Greg. ā€œNo, itā€™s not fucking okay. This shit keeps happening, and itā€™s gonna get someone hurt.ā€
Greg took a step back, holding up his hands in surrender. ā€œLook, Iā€™llā€¦ Iā€™ll talk to the maintenance guys, alright? Weā€™ll fix the lock.ā€
ā€œNot good enough,ā€ Rafe snapped, ā€œYou better fix itĀ tonight. Because if this happens again, Iā€™m not gonna be so nice next time.ā€
Greg swallowed hard, clearly shaken. ā€œY-Yeah. Fine. Weā€™ll take care of it.ā€
Rafe scoffed, shaking his head in disgust. ā€œYou better.ā€Ā 
He turned his back on Greg without another word, grabbing your hand again as he led you toward the exit. His grip was tight, and once you were outside, you let out a breath you didnā€™t realize youā€™d been holding.Ā 
ā€œRafe,ā€ you said softly, pulling him to a stop as you stood by the side of his truck. ā€œItā€™s over. Iā€™m okay.ā€
He exhaled sharply as he looked down at you. ā€œI canā€™t stand that guy,ā€ he muttered. ā€œHe doesnā€™t give a shit about you or anyone else working here.ā€
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tight, his chin resting on the top of your head. For a moment, he just held you like that, the tension slowly ebbing away. ā€œYou shouldnā€™t have to deal with this shit,ā€ he murmured against your hair.
ā€œI know. Letā€™s just go home.ā€
Rafe looked down at you, his brow furrowing slightly, ā€œIā€™m gonna get you a gun.ā€
"A gun?"
"Yeah," Rafe said seriously, his grip tightening on your waist. ā€œYou need to be able to protect yourself if I'm not around."
"Baby, that's... kind of extreme," you tried to make him understand, "I donā€™t need a gun." You placed your hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing slow circles "I know you're worried. I know you donā€™t want me dealing with stuff like this, but a gun isnā€™t the answer."
He sighed, ā€œI just want you to be safe.ā€
ā€œI know,ā€ you nodded. ā€œAnd I will be. I promise.ā€
He held you close for a few more seconds, his forehead resting against yours. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he nodded. ā€œOkay. No gun.Ā For now.ā€
You smiled faintly, relieved. ā€œThank you.ā€
ā€œBut if it appens again, Iā€™ll shoot him myself.ā€
ā€œOkay, James Bond, get in the car.ā€
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ddiidi Ā· 4 months ago
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bf!Bangchan x gn!reader (ot8 mentioned)
Masterlist
When he calls you clingy, so you distance yourself
Previous Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Next Pt. 4
!Warnings: angst, angst and more angst, fake!texts, swearing (lmk if i missed anything)
Side-Note: Sorry but I really needed to do this, my heart desires this angst rn but dw y'all get ur happy ending (reader will throw chan off a building and gets married to jay why papišŸ˜)āœØ
You were walking at a river, listening to a story one of your friends is telling, when you receive a message.
You groan and take out you phone to answer back as quickly as possible, but when you saw what the message was about, you were the one that nearly collapsed.
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You didn't mean to be that mean, you really didn't but it just pissed you off so much. He hurt you and now he's expecting you to just come over and act like nothing ever happened?? You did care about him, a lot, but rightnow, you don't even know if you care about him since he's your boyfriend, or because he's a human being. Either way, you don't plan on forgiving him, not yet, not since it's been a week and there hasn't been even one message or apology.
"Y/n? Y/nnnnnnn everything okay????? You've been staring at your phone for minutes." Rin, one of your friends, asks you, as you were standing still, staring at your conversation with Felix.
"I'm...fine..just something..... unnecessary" you shove your phone back in your bag "Let's not mind it. How about we'll go shopping?" They all agreed on going shopping, but you honestly weren't in the mood for a fun day anymore, not when your mind keeps wandering to chan. Even if he was an asshole...you still love him.
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Later that evening, you drove over to the hospital chan was at, to "just drop off a bag" of fresh clothing for him tomorrow.
Earlier that day you asked Felix not to drop anything off and that you'll do it later, also asking him about Chan's state. Apparently he fainted due to stress, lack of sleep and also a sudden panic where his heartbeat wasn't quick enough to exchange the oxygen in his body fast enough, so it was in fact not your fault.
Well, not all at least.
You were just going to take a quick look at him, to make sure he's not dead. You love him after all... You can't just stop caring for him, you just wanted to see that he's okay...it's been a week and to be honest, you did miss him, somehow.
So here you sit, next to his bed, watching him sleep peacefully. The nurses let you in, when you said you'd quickly drop off his bag.
You just stared at his face for a while, before standing up and giving him a quick peck on his lips before walking towards the door, turning around when he mumbles out your name.
Oh this voice. His voice. How you missed hearing your name with that voice, from him. But instead of saying anything, you quickly and quietly get out of the room. You didn't wanna talk to him and you also don't want to give him the joy of knowing, that you still miss him after what he said.
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The next morning you were awoken by messages blowing up your phone and were close to a heart attack when you didn't recognize your surroundings, when you realize that you moved in your new apartment early, so you wouldn't wake up to a half dead chan banging at your door.
Instead, that half dead oldie decided to blow up your phone.
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You turn you phone off, lay it on the nightstand, cover yourself with your blanket and.... Cry.
What did you do? Why did you say that? And why did he keep giving you the fault? Questions over questions linger in your head as you cried. You didn't want all this to end, but what if he notices he's actually better of without you? What if you just....destroyed a 3 year long relationship just because of your stupid personality?...
No. He deserved if. He definitely did for being an asshole. But do you really have to suffer, because of his mistakes?
You eventually cried yourself to sleep, in hope that it was just a bad dream...
Sometimes it's heart to accept the truth, because the truth sometimes hurts.
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cherie-doll Ā· 11 days ago
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Hi! Good Evening/Morning! Can I request cod men x reader who is rich, but didn't keep it as a secret or anything, just didn't mention it ?Reader likes to spoil them without a second thought! Also i describe reader being a calm person!
you can delete this ask if it's a bit too much to do, thank you for your wonderful writing! šŸ˜
First of all, I wanna thank you for being so respectful, literally I have the most respectful and patient people here and I'm so thankful for it <3
į”“ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, Kƶnig, Horangi, Nikto
COD Men Being Spoiled !!
Ū¶ą§Ž Price...
he'd appreciate the occasional gift but overtime when you love throwing gifts at him because you seriously can't walk past a shop without seeing something and immediately thinking of him
and you do it so nonchalantly too that he's confused when you've gifted him the 5th most expensive watch he could only ever dream of getting, he's not a huge materialistic guy so before he would only glance at it on display and think it was a nice watch but didn't expect you to gift it to him
he lovingly thanks you and as much as he appreciates you and your gifts you don't have to drain your bank account on him, oh, but then you drop the bomb on him that you're loaded
well, he doesn't make a commotion out of it but he's sitting there thinking, now all the puzzle pieces connect, that's why you're always so decked out when you got out even if it's something simple
Ū¶ą§Ž Ghost...
loves your quiet acts of love, you gift him little fragments and pieces that remind you of him, which in the end, make him up in some way
he even started getting used to your ways that now he leaves little stuff for you here and there, everyday one of you is uncovering gifts from the other
sometimes you don't even talk as you hand him something you bought for him, he also prefers gifts that have some sort of use to them, there's only so much clothes and accessories he stuffs in his drawers not really knowing what to do with them
but get him something he'll need and he's over the moon for the whole week, you can tell because at night he's been hugging you extra tightly that the next morning you wake up with him tangled up with you
Ū¶ą§Ž Soap...
he's always wanted to do his best to charm you when you first started your relationship, but man was he taken aback and slightly humbled the moment he started paying attention to your things
he was the most oblivious to it despite the obvious signs, and it's not like he's dirt poor, then why can't he help but feel slightly intimidated by you like when you first met
would literally aim to spoil you so much more, with loving acts and gifts you cherish, you prefer simpler things, you couldn't have found someone better to date
he knows his way to romance you and it's worked every time since you met him, secretly you might be a little shy, so his bold acts definitely make your heart stumble
Ū¶ą§Ž Gaz...
he knows that as soon as you approach with that mischievous smile like you did something and hiding something behind his back, he better sit down because you probably just bought him whatever was last in his wishlist
he thinks you ought to use some of that for yourself, really he thinks you should buy yourself a little something, but giving makes you feel so good
unknowingly to you, he somehow always manages to do something or get something that makes you forget you could buy it yourself with the money you've got
he thinks he could go on forever living like this, with you being such a calming person he can enjoy his evenings with, it makes him forget everything that you've got and just appreciate and breathe you in
Ū¶ą§Ž Roach...
poor guy gets at least a little overwhelmed when you gift him something because it's surely something fancy again, it's not that he doesn't like your gifts
he just can't help but feel his heart doing flips and bouncing against the wall of his chest, his thanking you comes out softly from his lips
still he thanks his lucky starts because overtime you've learned about his interests and adjusted your gifts accordingly, now he has a collection of knick-knacks from you that he just loves organizing and admiring
you also fuel his strangle little obsessions that otherwise couldn't have been paid for, he'll also show up with somewhat unusual gifts, but you love your little weirdo :)
Ū¶ą§Ž Alejandro...
he's got style he knew what you were like, but even then he wouldn't let you pay for anything, not even dinner, no matter how many times you went out
better put that card away, he'll take care of this one.... again
he also loves how confident you are, you never boast about your money, you have your quiet ways of making him feel loved and he can see himself committing to you
and what he loves most about you is that not only do you use your money to live your life how you want but you also help out whoever needs it, he could seriously learn a thing or two from you
you're such a pure soul deep down that wants to show their love in the only form they know how to give
Ū¶ą§Ž Rudy...
used to shyly take but now he doesn't even feel worthy to reach his hand out until you're practically shoving it into his face, still he can't help but feel at least a little bad for easily accepting your gifts, and so he tries talking to you about that
you really don't have to go out of your way to show your affection for him, still you won't give up
the type you sit you aside that he actually wants to be the one to provide for you and you're like "i'm good tho" and proceed to shock him with what you have
still, you've never felt as loved by anyone else than him, he strives to make you feel the warmest sensations that you're constantly thinking about him, which reminds you to buy more stuff for hum...
Ū¶ą§Ž Phillip Graves...
he just adores having you dote on him, in any way or form, he didn't even figure how much money you had because he was never big on luxury brands or stuff like that
anything you give to him on the pretext that it will look good on him, he's a sucker for that, feels like you're already married to him when you do stuff like that, and he awaits your gifts eagerly
likes to act all surprised when you do start gifting more often, "that's for me? you really shouldn't have bothered" as he smiles smugly and gives you a kiss on the cheek for it, but he also loves buying you things, you never bring money when you go out
and when he asks where you'd like to live, you say you already have your dream house, he thinks you're bluffing at first until you bring him over
well, you just keep surprising him don't you?
Ū¶ą§Ž Makarov...
he loves spoiling you but then you also slide your card through at any store without even giving it a second thought, so watching you two exchange gifts is sort of hilarious
he'll gift you a beautiful and expensive jewelry item for your hand or neck and you show up with the latest in men's fashion that you just KNOW will look absolutely dashing on him
for the longest time he felt like it was competitive almost, he genuinely almost got upset because he was frustrated how you seemed to show up with your card everywhere, ready to pay for the extravagant meal when he planned to pay
he loves boasting about how much money he has and shows you off when he showers you in gifts yet here you are able to buy it all yourself and even do the same for him
you end up having to compromise and put your card away for certain things, at least when he's around, because he loves that feeling when you lean on him, depending on him almost completely
Ū¶ą§Ž Keegan...
he just figured it out right away without you having to tell him, he read the way you carried yourself even though you never bragged about the amount of money you had
you were a hard worker and loved to lavish in your wealth, and you invited him too, but despite how much gifting was your love language he liked showing you a different perspective of things
he might've been the one to teach you to enjoy an evening out without having to spend money just to make things pleasurable
but he also never forgets to show appreciation for a gift you lovingly though of, he's lucky to have you even be interested in him, he'll let you dote on him so long as you let him impress you too
it's only fair of course that he take your breath away with a romantic date that may not be as expensive but the thought and effort is all the same
Ū¶ą§Ž Kƶnig...
he can't help but get all flustered when all you've done recently is dote all over him with gifts every time, he would be melting in your hands, head cradled between your thighs as you reach down and pinch his cheeks only to slip a gift in his hand
his eyes would be flickering between the box in his hand and your face, "another one?" he'll ask softly, a little hurt because he thinks you're spending too much on him
but you would have to reassure him with all the dulcet words in the world to convince him that you truly do love him, better that he get used to it because you'll be doing it a lot more often now
"you... you're-" he can't even form a sentence when you finally do take him to your place, "mhm" is all you even say before whisking him off to some other place
Ū¶ą§Ž Horangi...
he's learned a thing or two from his old, bad habits, so he's surprised to see new packages constantly arriving at your doorstep, and from luxury brands too
you'll sit on the living room floor unboxing everything and you'll randomly extend your hand out, gesturing for him to take it because you saw something you thought he would like and probably didn't even bother to check the price as you added it to your cart
and he'll proudly wear all the stuff you've bought for him, like a pet wearing a collar signifying that they've got an owner who cares for them, he doesn't hold back from boasting to his buddies
"oh, this thing? yeah, my partner bought that for me"
you and him would match the lavish lifestyle very well without a doubt
Ū¶ą§Ž Nikto...
he would silently accept the first few gifts, not really noticing the signs until suddenly he's "..." and you love teasing him, saying he must be speechless at whatever present you bought him but in reality he's now realizing what type of person he bagged
he loves that you're thriving and aren't completely depending on him, at least financially, with your extravagant tastes you are sure to drain his savings fast, but you never were the type to excessively spend
still, he accepts your presents without a word but the best you could really do for him and at least be soft to him, despite not looking like it, he's the type to like seeing a side you never show to anyone else, maybe be gentler, softer, warmer and more vulnerable
that's something priceless he secretly loves, feeling you mold right into him, feeling like everything's right because his larger frame shields you, making you feel safer than money ever could
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mooooonnnzz Ā· 2 years ago
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donā€™t text and swing! // miles morales x reader
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miles loves texting and he loves you, what could go wrong?
cute lil miles texting headcanons
sum short n simple
readers gender not rlly specified
ooc miles?? idfk how he would text so i tried my best šŸ˜­
requests r open!!
miles says mentirosa that jus means liar
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šŸ•·ļø Youā€™re never guaranteed a full on conversation with Miles because most the time he leaves you on open. He doesnā€™t do it on purpose, really. He just so happens to be a very busy man so trying to talk to him when he isnā€™t saving New York is pretty difficult.
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Hey did u still one of my jackets
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: *steal idk how i got still
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Anyways I cant find it anywhere and ik u have something to with it
10:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I know ur not ignoring me rnā€¦
10:01 pm [ you ]: oh wow of course im the first person you blame
10:01 pm [ you ]: also i dont have it ā˜ļø
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Who else would take my jackets??
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: This also isnā€™t the first time my jackets OR hoodies have gone missing
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: And somehow they always end up in your room
10:03 pm [ miles <3 ]: Suspicious rightā€¦šŸ¤Ø
10:06 pm [ you ]: oh shit by some magical force
10:06 pm [ you ]: your jacket managed to teleport to my bed!!
10:07 pm [ you ]: and somehowā€¦IT FLEW ON ME?? AND NOW IM WEARING IT?
10:07 pm [ you ]: this is actually crazyā€¦
10:15 pm [ you ]: wait miles where did you go
10:25 pm [ you ]: are you mad?
10:30 pm [ you ]: no way ur mad
10:40 pm [ you ]: MILES
10:42 pm [ you ]: HELLO
10:43 pm [ you ]: MILESSSS
10:56 pm [ you ]: oh wait mb youā€™re probably busy saving somebody
10:56 pm [ you ]: got a lil crazy there
10:57 pm [ you ]: ignore all that
1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: I KNEW IT
1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Itā€™s okay i like you a little deranged šŸ˜©
1:03 am [ you ]: why are you texting me at one in the morning
1:04 am [ miles <3 ]: Why are you replying?
1:05 am [ you ]: have you been fighting since 10?
1:12 am [ miles <3 ]: Iā€™ve been studying! ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½
1:12 am [ you ]: LIAR i know what you areā€¦
šŸ•·ļø You text him while heā€™s in the middle of fighting? You bet heā€™s going to respond. While giving himself a reasonable distance away from the villian, he holds out his pointer finger and says; ā€œHold on, let me respond to them real quickā€¦ā€ While theyā€™re throwing punches at Miles, heā€™s dodging all of them while texting you back. Though, heā€™s text arenā€™t legible. At least he thinks they are! All Miles wants to do is talk to you, even if you donā€™t understand half the things heā€™s typing. Texting him while heā€™s swinging has the same effect. He has dropped his phone multiple times and heā€™s always caught it before it could land on the street, though when his webs come in contact with his screen it registers as someone typing so without even knowing heā€™s spamming you a whole bunch of jumbled letters.
3:45 pm [ you ]: hey miles can i come over for dinner
3:45 pm [ you ]: im craving ur moms food šŸ˜
3:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: oys of cours
3:48 pm [ you ]: did u just have a stroke
3:53 pm [ miles <3 ]: noi busy
3:53 pm [ you ]: if youā€™re busy why r u texting me šŸ˜­
3:53 pm [ you ]: go back to fighting or wtv ur doing
3:56 pm [ miles <3 ]: i wMt to talk toyj
3:58 pm [ you ]: u can talk to me later miles
3:58 pm [ you ]: im not going away
4:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: hatr
5:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: HEYYY
5:46 pm [ you ]: HII are you not busy anymore
5:47 pm [ miles <3 ]: Yeah
5:48 pm [ miles <3 ]: Howā€™s your day been?
5:49 pm [ you ]: itā€™s been ehhhhh
5:49 pm [ you ]: iā€™ve been missing you šŸ˜”
5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: ooajbdko092828900
5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: 08:$jjaoppapp
5:52 pm [ miles <3 ]: !!!!!
5:54 pm [ you ]: what
6:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I DROPPED MY PHONE
6:01 pm [ miles <3 ]: ANYWAYS back to what you were saying
6:02 pm [ miles <3]: Iā€™ve been missing you too
6:04 pm [ you ]: youre no better than those people who text and drive šŸ˜
6:05 pm [ you ]: donā€™t text and swing miles
šŸ•·ļø He loves sending you videos of him showing off in his suit. He did a cool trick midair? Heā€™s going to prop up his phone somewhere and start recording, once he perfects the move and edits out any unneeded footage and he sends them to you. Heā€™s all giddy when he does, in his head heā€™s like, ā€œWill that impress them?ā€ ā€œDo they think thatā€™s cool?ā€ ā€œTheyā€™re going to love this!ā€
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment video)
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: What do you think??
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Pretty cool right
11:03 am [ you ]: (1 attachment photo)
11:04 am [ you ]: LOOK AT THE FACE YOU MADE WHWN YOU JUMPEDD AHHHHH šŸ’€
11:04 am [ you ]: this is going to be my new lock screen
11:05 am [ miles <3 ]: šŸ˜
11:06 am [ miles <3 ]: Are you going to ignore the cool spin i did?
11:07 am [ you ]: oh sorey
11:08 am [ you ]: THAT WAS A REALLY SICK SPIN
11:09 am [ miles <3 ]: Mentirosa šŸ˜’
šŸ•·ļø Miles also sends you photos. It ranges from him swinging in midair or him relaxing on top of a building with his lunch in hand. He loves to keep you updated on his life. Youā€™re the only one in this universe that knows his secret, so he texts or shows you everything he comes across as SpiderMan.
3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)
3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: Look how pretty the view is from up here
3:00 pm [ you ]: oooh thatā€™s actually so pretty
3:01 pm [ you ]: who knew new york could actually look nice for once?
3:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Iā€™m going to take you here one day for lunch
6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)
6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: You should put this as your lock screen
6:55 pm [ you ]: itā€™s just you doing the peace sign while swinging
6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: You said that like itā€™s a bad thing
6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Itā€™s a nice photo :(
6:58 pm [ you ]: look i set it as my lock screen
6:58 pm [ you ]: (1 screenshot)
6:59 pm [ you ]: everyones gonna see that i know spiderman
6:59 pm [ miles <3 ]: YES GOOD
šŸ•·ļø He texts you nonsense sometimes. You could be chilling, watching something to pass the time and he will text you something so utterly stupid you would have to take a moment to process it.
10:00 am [ miles <3]: (1 attachment photo)
10:00 am [ you ]: u just sent an empty plate of food?
10:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Yeah cuz I ate šŸ˜œ
10:01 am [ miles <3 ]: Like literally
10:03 am [ you ]: enough.
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Omg I love your stories so much especially the cod ones šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜ could you please write a ghost x reader oneshot where the reader maybe gets shot taking a bullet meant for him and maybe they are in an established relationship please with a happy ending
Ignoring Orders & Accepting Lead
A/N: I loved this req. and I hope you're okay with the direction I took this in. I'm trying to get the other asks I've been sent finished in a somewhat timely manner... haha! Honestly, I never thought anyone would enjoy my writing as much as all of you have. <3 Summary: Established relationships mean occasional arguments... You and Ghost have one before a mission. And the make-up conversation is a little less than standard for most couples. T/W: Canonical Violence, guns, knives, Blood, Death (non-major characters), severe injuries, tension, hurt/comfort, HAPPY ENDING, Ghost being a bit overprotective, Reader being a smartass, not proofread.
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Arguments with Ghost happened a lot more frequently than anyone would ever suspect. While he liked to stay quiet when the opportunity arose, it was also know that if you could avoid a conflict, you would just to make sure the temperature of the situation didnā€™t rise too high. As a pair, it made you great operators, just for the skill-set you each had as well as the predisposition to get things done quickly, and quietly. As for being in a relationship, your characterā€™s held zero influence on the way that you cared about each other of how that would display itself during moments of tension or disagreement. Especially in moments during missions where things werenā€™t going to plan, and your ideas severely countered Ghostā€™s.
One of those fights had occurred right before youā€™d been dropped into a very small town outside of CuliacĆ”n, Sinaloa. At HQ, Price was splitting everyone up for their distinct purposes, and youā€™d been immediately assigned with Ghost for an infil job. One requiring both of you to get in and get out of the well-known cartel stronghold without getting caught or being killed. Naturally you accepted the task without so much as flinching, whereas Ghost didnā€™t have such an easygoing attitude about it.
He was fucking furious.
First he tried threatening Price, demanding that you not be listed for that and go with Soap for the much less risky job of tracking down a small-time dealer whoā€™d been listed as having information valuable to the task force. Price wasnā€™t stupid enough to not recognize where Ghostā€™s rage was coming from, and just simply said that if you wanted the job, there was nothing he could do about it since youā€™d already read the briefing and knew the entire plan just as well as anyone else. It wasnā€™t what he wanted to hear from the Captain, and that made things all the worse for you when you said you werenā€™t going to let him go in alone.
One of the worst fights youā€™d ever had with Ghost since your partnership became a fully-fledged romance happened right off the helipad being fueled-up for your departure. God it was miserable, and it hurt every ounce of you to have to defend yourself over the one thing that you were certain you could do.Ā Your job. Understanding Ghostā€™s protective instinct was one thing, but there had to be a line drawn where him throwing his weight and rank around to limit your exposure to risk couldnā€™t be done anymore.
Heā€™d been totally insensitive to your side of the story, and was obstinate that if you got on the helo, heā€™d not do a damn thing to keep you safe once you got to CuliacĆ”n. Merely to prove the bullshit point that you couldnā€™t to the job without him. That statement alone had you strapping into your flight harness quicker than Ghost could utter ā€˜jesus christā€™ under his breath. Totally stonewalling you for the entire flight and practically acting like you didnā€™t even exist. Hell, he wouldnā€™t even go over the mission plan as was typical, leaving youĀ fullyĀ to fend for yourself and follow his lead without even a hand signal to lead you through it.
Everything on entry went smoothly.
No guards were stationed in the underground sewer tunneling, leaving you very dry and unhindered on the half-mile walk from your drop-point to the access ladder leading up into the basement of a massive chapel-turned-base of operations. Whether or not youā€™d been keeping up or not didnā€™t appear to phase Ghost in the slightest, and he continued on and up into the basements without so much as glancing your way. You were quickly losing your patience, and getting than much more hurt with hoe easily he could turn off the affection and care that he always had for you. Sure, he wasnā€™t the coddling type, but youā€™d never wanted that from him; butĀ thisĀ was a whole different level of coldness.
Inside the basement there were stockpiles of cocaine, pre-packed on shipping crates with a printed docket of everything contained on each. Just seeing that much shit all in one room made your head spin. It was one thing knowing it existed, and understanding thatĀ tonsĀ of it were being shipped all over the world, but actually being in a room surrounded by it from almost floor-to-ceiling was quite overwhelming. And Ghostā€™s own utterance of the sheer volume confirmed that it wasnā€™t just your own imagination leading you to think this was way too fucking much to handle. Bad part was, you couldnā€™t touch any of the shit or destroy it, and were solely on the objective of cloning their hard drives and bringing them back for examination.
Clearing stairwell after stairwell, and only needing to dispose of two guards -quick work with a sharp knife- youā€™d been able to access their massive data stores collected in what appeared to be nothing more than a personal server farm. Kept extremely cold for the benefit of the rows of towers, youā€™d been given the small cloning chip needed to transmit data back to HQ. But you needed a window of up to fifteen minutes to ensure everything was fully copied. You -and Ghost- both knew that fifteen minutes was far too long to just stand around with your thumbs up your asses and justĀ hopeĀ that no one wondered why the two guards youā€™d shanked hadnā€™t checked in, or come to make a round inside the server room.
Ghost very instinctively covered the access door to the room, not even bothering to demand you give him the chip or take care of the data itself. A small reminder that he wasnā€™t totally untrusting of your skills, but still not large enough of a show that made you feel any less miserable about how your relationship was quite strained at the moment, all of something as small as a fifteen minute window of gathering information. By some miracle, you watched the progress on a small tablet linked to the chip and HQā€™s data stores, watching it hit one-hundred percent in just under eight minutes. Perfect. It couldnā€™t go much smoother than that.
You were tapping Ghost on the shoulder, and giving a small thumbs-up just as the sounds of footsteps running up the stairwell outside began echoing. More than just one or two. It was actually a lot more than you even had the ammunition to handle, considering the job was deemed covert. Neither you or Ghost went withoutĀ someĀ protectionā€¦ but youā€™d been packed out a lot lighter than normal. Right away he was stepping back from the door and checking his watch with a stern look in his eyes. One you recognized as realization that youā€™d have to fight your way out of this. Ugly, bloody, and violent.
Exactly what he didnā€™t want in the fuckinā€™ first place.
Ghost was inside of his own mind, trying to balance out the fear of you being in the middle of a cartel fire-fight and the rage he still felt when you just wouldnā€™t fucking listen to him right from the beginning. He knew what cartels did to women, and a pretty one like you wouldnā€™t have the mercy of just being killed. No. Theyā€™d fucking torture and toy with you until there wasnā€™t anything human left inside of you. Thatā€™s why heā€™d been so goddamn adamant that you stay behind for this one.
The data youā€™d copied over was bullshit compared to you living and breathing for another day. And Ghost couldnā€™t stand to think heā€™d walked you right into this place without at leastĀ tryingĀ to show you that he cared enough to see you live. Dying wasnā€™t a fear of his, but there was nothing he dreaded more than the mental image of you bleeding out in his arms all because of his own fucking mistakes.
Yet, here he stood. Having to make the decision on what to do or how to get you both out of here alive if he could even manage that in the first place. Part of him was already preparing to let them take him and give you enough time to slip away. You were fast enough. Small, so theyā€™d have a far harder time picking you out in a crowd. But if heā€™s assumptions were correct, the tunnels would still be clear.
He gave you one last look, and grabbed hold of your vest to pull you behind him; Hearing the footsteps of more than six men filling into the large room outside of the server farm. Some barking orders to check down the hall, while others were meant to stay posted at the stairs to block off anyone flushed out. Ghost felt his own body starting to get cold. So desensitized to the violence he was already prepping himself to commit that if it wasnā€™t for you being there, heā€™d had already burst through the door and met them head on.
ā€œFuckinā€™. Listen,ā€ He snapped as quietly as possible. Your ears perked up, happy to have just heard him speak, even if he sounded downright vicious. Your little hand tapping at his ribs as confirmation you were paying attention sent a shiver up his back.
ā€œDonā€™t engage unless theyā€™re right in your way. Take the tunnels out, Iā€™ll be right behind you.ā€ He barked out the orders under his breath.
Ghost couldnā€™t help but feel your hand fist into the material of his shirt. You didnā€™t like that one bit, and he didnā€™t need to see your face to know better. Because for whatever reason, you had it in your thick little head that he needed protecting as much as you did. Like it was your job to make sure he didnā€™t get hurt. Cute and a little bit amusing, Ghost hadnā€™t the slightest clue where you got the idea from or why it was such a massive trigger for him to challenge it. But right now, there was no fighting about it. Heā€™d not take no for an answer, and when you didnā€™t give a confirmation right away, he growled in impatience.
Reluctantly, you gave it with a small tap rubbing your thumb over his hip bone.
One minute, Ghost was pushing open the door and spotting only three men within direct threat distance and seeing only one man standing at the top of the stairs. A split second of decision had him throwing two knives, and charging at the third to ensure that youā€™d only have to take care of the one remaining. He sunk a third knife in, feeling the man sink to his knees and drop to the floor, retrieving two of his blades before turning around right as the sound of a pistol registered. Ghost realized his fatal error in the squeeze of a trigger too late.
Only you saw what was coming, and Ghost watched you crumple to the floor between the shooter and himself; Stopping the man from shooting him in the back, but catching you somewhere of your front that residual splatter from the rained over his mask and tac vest. Everything around Ghost slowed, nearing an entire halt to the earth as you fell limply to the ground. Not even moving to try and cover your wound or catch yourself from the fall to the marble floor. Nightmares couldnā€™t compare to the sight of you crumpled in a heap of gear and bulky material after watching you purposefully allow your life to be traded for his.
The shooter wasnā€™t lucky enough to squeeze the trigger again for the knife that embedded itself in his forehead. Retribution. Quick but not as instantaneous as it wouldā€™ve been with a gun of his own. He was forced to see his own death approach with the snapped rotation of a throwing knife Ghost had sharpened days ago. He wanted to it last longerā€¦ make the bastard pay for it. Torture him for as long as his body could take, then give him just enough time to recover and start all over again.
But you needed himā€¦Ā Fuck.Ā He needed you.
On the ground, you knew youā€™d taken a shot. But the adrenaline and immediate blow of it had you frozen on the floor. You couldnā€™t really tell where youā€™d been shot, or how bad the damage was. Truthfully youā€™d never experience it, and while many of the stories you heard over the years of your service, nothing they ever did to explain it was touching the utter fire radiating through your body. What you did know was that you were bleeding, and the shot had missed your tac vest; A small stream of blood was rolling through the grout lines in the floor, staining the white marble a sickening color.
Seeing Ghost on a knee in front of you, eyes wide and searching over your face was the next hazy image you recognized. His mask was shifting with the motion of him talking, but your ears were ringing. A pitchy and high whine blocked any other sound, even Ghostā€™s voice which youā€™d always been so very keen on paying close attention to. You felt awful. Putting him through this after youā€™d literally just had the fight about you getting hurt. Guilt flooded your limited emotional capacity, and as Ghost readjusted to pick you up, you felt tears rolling down your face.
Youā€™d not had a single second to react to the fourth man in the room, him having the jump on visualizing Ghost facing the other three. It made him a vulnerable target. And in the split second you had to doĀ something, youā€™d jumped in the way. Laying out totally flat to use your entire body to shield his. Hoping to god luck was on your side. At this point, hanging over Ghostā€™s shoulder limply as he rushed down the stairs on his way towards the basement, you werenā€™t sure if luck was on your side or not.
Thankfully, your hearing was slowly coming back in certain frequencies.
Sounds of gunfire and sirens blaring from the street level let you know that everyone within a few miles of the cathedral would be on the lookout for intruders. With all of the people whoā€™d seen you, killed, no descriptions could be sent out or blared to citizens under control of the cartel. It didnā€™t help that Ghost was the largest man in the city who just happened to have on a skull mask and carrying a woman leaving behind noticeable drips of blood as a gruesome kind of trail to follow.
ā€œCā€™mon baby, answer me!ā€ Ghost panting yell finally registered, and you were able to manage a weak pat on his lower back. You felt his hand squeeze the back of your thigh for a moment before his pace slowed from a quick run to almost a crawl.
ā€œWe got companyā€¦ā€
There hadnā€™t been any men in the tunnel. But now that Ghost was less than fifty yards from their extraction point with a ā€œmedicalā€ heli waiting for their return; three men were posted at the gated slope leading up to the hillside entry. The Lieutenant could feel your blood soaking into his shirt, wetting his shoulder. A bad reminder that you needed to get the fuck out of here right now. But he couldnā€™t get rid of those fuckers unless he put you down.
He squeezed at your thigh again to get your attention.
ā€œI need - need to -fuck- set you downā€¦ā€ Saying those words utterly destroyed Ghost. You were the only thing he cared about right now, but the longer he put this off, the risk of you dying loomed closer.
ā€œNeed ya tā€™stay right hereā€¦ okay? Donā€™t come outā€¦ā€
Carefully you felt him settle you behind a large sewage drain pipe connecting from the street into the small walkway. Easing your back against the curved brick wall and once again taking a very hard look at you. This time, he could see where the bullet had just missed the edge of your tac vest, entering through the ripped hole in your shirt just below your collarbone. Every hopeful fiber in Ghost wanted to believe it wouldnā€™t be non-lethal. But if it shattered your collarbone, the bullet fractured and clipped a vein or small artery, there was plenty to be concerned about.
He wouldā€™ve packed the would just to stave off the blood flow. But he didnā€™t have the luxury of time. And whether or not Ghost would ever admit it to himself, repeatedly shoving his finger into your wound would render him down to a shell of a man. He couldnā€™t hurt you. Fuck, he couldnā€™t hurt you.
ā€œStay hereā€¦ Iā€™ll be right back.ā€ He whispered against your forehead, pressing his masked mouth to your forehead.
You leaned into him, hearing his words and consciously noticing just how difficult it was to understand the words after hearing them. Almost like you couldnā€™t natively speak english and the meanings just werenā€™t instinctual anymore. God it took everything to comprehend that he was planning to clear the rest of the way, leaving you here. Eyes trailing after him sluggishly, you fought with your own arms to try and scoot back just a little further to peek between the large pipe you were leaning against to see if you could spot Ghost or the targets.
Being told to stay was always a difficult order for you. Even if you werenā€™t shot and struggling to manage simple bodily functions. Surprisingly, you were able to see the shadowed figured standing guard right at the gates youā€™d come through, holding rifles and totally unaware of Ghost lurking within such easy range. You wondered why he didnā€™t just shoot them, and get this over with.
Why he needed stealth when the entire city was looking for you didnā€™t make a lot of sense in your mind. Until you saw five more men walk down to join the others. With one cut of your eyes to look at Ghost, you realized he had anticipated more and planned of making quick work. Itā€™d been a long time since you watched him work alone. Nearly two years. Attempting to shift your shoulder it rocked your entire system. Biting your jaw to keep from making noise, you tried focusing through the tears in your eyes as the only man who held the key to not only your life, but your heart in his fist.
Ghost kept reevaluating his odds with each step closer. Feeling distracted in the worst way with the guilt of leaving you unprotected, and in no position to defend yourself in the case that he wasnā€™t able to take all of these men alone. Those odds -either realistic or narcissistic confidence- didnā€™t phase the Lieutenant in the slightest. He was fueled with rage. And while these bastards hadnā€™t done anything, just being in his path was a death sentence.
The fight started smoothy and efficiently, taking out the largest of the men and using his half-dead form as enough of a shield to eliminate the threat of three 12.7x99mm wielders, too surprised to shoot off five rounds. Another three surrounded him with nothing more than machetes swiping through the air with near misses. One smooth draw of his own pistol dropped two men, and when Ghost turned around to face the third the butt of a shotgun smacked across his vision, dropping him to his knees and hearing his pistol slide across the floor out of reach.
He hauled himself to a knee, watching the man throw the empty shotgun away and approach with a knife, glinting in the sunlight just on the outside of the tunnel. Ghost could actually hear the rotor blades of the helicopter cranking up, set into motion by the small tracker in his belt giving the pilot a comm-less tip off. Heā€™d have to fight this hand-to-hand, and while he didnā€™t feel the least bit tired, Ghost knew a long fight only risked you further. And fuck if making you wait didnā€™t make his hair stand up on edge. Even in your state, he knew better than to think you wouldnā€™t start getting worried in the next couple of minutes.
His opponent took the first blow and used the hilt of his large blade to connect fully with Ghostā€™s jaw. A heavy crack sounded, but the Lieutenant merely flinched; Throwing his own weight on the weight-matched man, and there ensued a grappling match that risked deadly knife wounds being grazed against straining forearms and a battle of wills that totally opposed one another on every basisā€¦ Save for being the last man standing. For the second time in a single mission, Ghost found himself at the razorā€™s edge of a knife pressing against his throat and no really foolproof tactic of getting out of it.
ā€œSerĆ© el que te mate, fantasma..ā€ The man breathed hotly against Ghostā€™s ear, jerking the knife closer and fighting the sheer strength in the Lieutenantā€™s arm. ā€œColgarĆ© tu cabeza en mi pared, bastardo.ā€
Ghost fumbled with his other hand under the pressure on his throat began taking away the normal dexterity he functioned with; Trying to find a knife on his belt, or any kind of weapon at this point. Only all of them had been embedded in the dead bodies scattered around them. It had been a bad decision to listen to Price when he said to pack lightly. It would be the end of him.
Simon Riley didnā€™t show himself often during missions. Always locked away in the recesses of Ghostā€™s mind, quietly biding his time until there was the few-and-far-between moment for him to appear for a few moments. Typically in the darkness of your shared bedroom with your face pressed between his shoulder blades and your little arm wrapped around his waist.
SimonĀ loved feeling your hand against his belly, twitching your fingers in your sleep and reminding him just how soft and loving you were; Happy to hold his hand tightly in the middle of unconsciousness just like you did when awake. Ghost did everything he could to protect Simon from anyone and anything that could hurt the other half of himself. But hearing another pistol register loudly in the tunnel, echoing back and forth for almost a whole minute; Ghost found himself losing control to Simon.
He felt the man above him slump in dead weight against his back. Muscles slack and the knife held to his throat clanged to the concrete. Looking in the direction of the shot, whatever protective grasp Ghost had on himself utterly dissolved. Youā€™d managed to lay yourself out on the floor, hardly propped up on one elbow with your smoking pistol shaking in your hands. Tears spilled over your cheeks and with each second that passed, he could visualize the pain you felt from such a rough kickback in how you abruptly dropped the pistol in front of you and collapsed flat on the floor with a low groan.
He couldnā€™t have moved to your side faster.
Immediately picking you up again and making the very short but tense run back to the heli; all the while the pilot was looking between his instruments and the sight of Ghost holding you close to his chest in the floor.
ā€œNo oneā€¦ threatensā€¦ to kill youā€¦ butĀ meā€¦ā€ You mutter pained, bearing a muddled smile up at Ghost.
Unbelievableā€¦Ā Ghost hardened his stare, putting pressure to your wound and watching in quiet grief that he needed to cause you pain.
ā€œGood shotā€¦ did good babyā€¦,ā€ He whispered back weakly, burying his face in your neck and squeezing you against him. Desperate to get you home and safe.
ā€œGonna ignore how you refused to follow a superiorā€™s orders three timesā€¦ā€ He added stiffly, feeling you twitch when a spasm in your shoulder seized. You just bit out another pained noise, coughing a bit with the dust being kicked up from the helicopter lifting off.
The look you gave him couldnā€™t be seen as anything other than pure, innocent, and unflinching devotion. It nearly ripped Ghost out of the body you clung to, leaving Simon bracing you against his chest as the pilot at the front started giving information to the rest of the squad about fifty miles away at a safe house. Much too long for the Lieutenantā€™s liking. But close enough that he could get you to his squad and they could ensure you didnā€™t leave him.
He couldnā€™t stand losing you, and theyā€™d make sure you didnā€™t.
ā€œSimon,ā€ Sweet and weak, your hand cups his cheek as you bring him out of an initial trigger. ā€œMā€™not leaving you anytime soon. Love you too much.ā€ Your eyes close as your head leans agains him trustingly.
His chest crumbled in on itself. ā€œLove you too, babyā€¦ I love you too.ā€
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leclercsainzz Ā· 1 year ago
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hey hun!
could you write a smau with actress!reader x charles where charles is literally whipped for his gf and maybe reader is in the new barbie movie and he canā€™t stop talking about how proud he is and stuff like that and the fans and other drivers make fun of how whipped he is
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carlossainz55: i cannot stop looking at these - charles
ā†³ carlossainz55: yn, come get your man! he keeps refreshing this post every 5 seconds just to comment
ā†³ sebastianvettel: what is it that teens say nowadays? ah, yes .. heā€™s WHIPPED!
user: youā€™re so pretty, I CANā€™T šŸ˜­
user: how does charles get this beauty all to himself?!??
user: call me charles cause iā€™m also a simp for you šŸ˜Œ
yourusername
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yourusername: this barbie is a certified genius #thebarbiemovie
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user: tuRN IT UP, WEā€™VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!! šŸ”„
charles_leclerc: so proud of you, my love!! ā¤ļø
user: screaming, crying, throwing up .. canā€™t wait!!
charles_leclerc: the prettiest barbie ever!
ā†³ yourusername: my biggest fan šŸ˜˜
dualipa: youā€™re a real beauty!
user: she truly is barbie and then thereā€™s charles
ā†³ user: sheā€™s everything, heā€™s just ken
user: charles is one lucky ass man, i swear šŸ˜­
ā†³ charles_leclerc: that i am:)
ā†³ user: i hope you know how to fight
lewishamilton: charles sent this to the group chat and DEMANDED we all watch this
ā†³ user: ooh, to be in this gc
user: i cannot wait to watch this!!
charles_leclerc and yourusername
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charles_leclerc: first of all i want to start of by saying happy 3 year anniversary, chĆ©ri!! with all that youā€™ve accomplished over the years, i canā€™t help but be immensely proud of you and your hard work .. iā€™m glad to have you around and blessing my life in ways youā€™d never imagine ā€¦ thank you for being my biggest supporter and lightning up my mood every chance you get! i love you will all my heart, baby!! ā¤ļø
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yourusername: omg, youā€™re making me cry:(
yourusername: thank you, bby! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ā¤ļø
user: iā€™m noT crying, you are
carlossainz55: please tell me yn bought that t-shirt for you
ā†³ charles_leclerc: if it helps you sleep at night then yes
maxverstappen1: that t-shirt, mate šŸ’€ someoneā€™s WHIPPED
lewishamilton: confirmed: charles is ynā€™s biggest fan
ā†³ pierregasly: šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ not even ynā€™s fans are this obsessed
ā†³ carlossainz55: the BIGGEST simp out there
user: the waY the other drivers are coming for him šŸ˜‚
user: cRYING OMG šŸ˜­
user: the way theyā€™re each otherā€™s biggest supporter šŸ˜©
danielricciardo: i was about to comment ā€œcuteā€ until i saw the last picture you posted ā€¦.
ā†³ user: danny, please šŸ’€ let the man live
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yourusername: european premiere in london for barbie & race week officially completed āœ”ļøā¤ļø
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user: the way she went to support him even though she had to attend the premiere later on šŸ˜­
ā†³ user: donā€™t forget he attended the premiere with her too
ā†³ user: smh, and i canā€™t even get a respond
charles_leclerc: forever proud of you!! ā¤ļø
ā†³ yourusername: back at you;) šŸ˜˜
user: meanwhile my bf canā€™t do the bare minimum
user: theyā€™re the reason i believe in love, i swear šŸ˜©šŸ¤
danielricciardo: did you tell margot robbie i love her?
ā†³ yourusername: of course!! (charles sent you a vid)
user: every couple wishes they were them
carlossainz55: meanwhile charles leclerc starstruck by his own girlfriend at the premiere
ā†³ maxverstappen1: heā€™s acting as if he doesnā€™t live with her and sees her 24/7 šŸ’€
ā†³ yourusername: šŸ˜­ i canā€™t with yaā€™ll
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yourusername: get you someone who looks at you and appreciates you the way he does!! šŸ˜š
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charles_leclerc: iā€™m addicted to you
ā†³ yourusername: me @ you šŸ˜©
charles_leclerc: i can never take my eyes off you, youā€™re too gorgeous, baby!!
charles_leclerc: you make me blush šŸ¤­
ā†³ lewishamilton: confirmed: charles is the #1 simp
user: theYā€™RE MY PARENTS, yAā€™lL
user: the way he looks at her with such love šŸ˜­ i CANNOT
pierregasly: obsessive fan behavior, if you ask me
carlossainz55: i guess this is cute
ā†³ yourusername: guess???!??
ā†³ carlossainz55: itā€™s cute
user: this mf is sooo whipped!!!
ā†³ user: heā€™s just like me šŸ’šŸ»ā€ā™€ļø
user: he better know how to fight cause iā€™m gonna steal his girl
ā†³ charles_leclerc: for the girl i love, absolutely
ā†³ user: mY HEART JUST MELTED WTF šŸ˜­
user: they say love is dead, but these two proved me wrong
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snailmail444 Ā· 5 months ago
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Hello!
Found you through my gorgeous friend @maylilithreign, who I adore enormously!
It's so lovely of you to open up your asks!
I just read your head canons about the bachelors. Our good doctor Harvey is my man.
I have a couple of asks.
Firstly, what are the bachelors favourite positions?
Secondly, the bachelors are in the mood for a little action. What are they going to do to seduce their significant other?
Thank you so much! <3
Bachelors Favorite Positions and Seduction Techniques
18+ šŸŒ± MDNI šŸŒ± NSFW
You šŸ¤ me
Loving Libby
Gonna try and mesh these together because I want it all in the same post lol okay here we go šŸ˜ˆ NSFW under the cut!
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Harvey-
šŸ’š When Harveyā€™s in the mood, I imagine he doesnā€™t just ask outright
šŸ’š Heā€™s gotta feel out the vibe first. Make sure youā€™ve had a good day, that youā€™re not tired or otherwise turned off because heā€™s considerate like that
šŸ’šKind of a doctorly approach you know? Your feelings > his needs
šŸ’š Once heā€™s ascertained that youā€™re good, heā€™ll start with a little shoulder massage or a foot rub. Something to get his hands on you and make you feel good, but definitely not platonic sort of touches.
šŸ’š Kisses your calf or your neck and asks if you want him. Lord help !!!!
šŸ’š As for position? Well since heā€™s the horny one he gets to have his favorite :3
šŸ’š Missonary king. He likes how versatile it is, and that itā€™s comfortable for you, and he gets eye contact.
šŸ’š win win win. He stays winning in this position
šŸ’š Loves to use the eye contact to his advantage. Mr Soft Dom
šŸ’š :3
Elliott-
ā¤ļø Elliott isnā€™t often desperate horny
ā¤ļø He gets worked up a lot and is almost always dtf, but rarely is he climbing the walls
ā¤ļø So when he is losing itā€¦well
ā¤ļø The MOMENT you get home heā€™s covering your body with his, pressing you to the door and licking into your mouth
ā¤ļø Voices his need in the spaces where heā€™s supposed to breathe
ā¤ļø As for his favorite position? Itā€™s literally right there
ā¤ļø Your back to the door or the floor of the entryway or the couch if you two can stumble in
ā¤ļø So itā€™s whatever is beneficial to that. Your legs around his waist or you bent over the nearest surface, etc
ā¤ļø Place over position
ā¤ļø Passion passion passion
Alex-
šŸ¤Ž The shyest of the lovers I think
šŸ¤Ž He just wants to be nice and sweet and he doesnā€™t know exactly how to ask for sex or initiate unless the mood is right
šŸ¤Ž Heā€™d probably try to ignore the horny away, but that doesnā€™t work LOL
šŸ¤Ž One kiss and heā€™s panting and rocking against you like the needy guy he is
šŸ¤Ž You have to ask him if heā€™s horny, and heā€™ll give you a shy kinda grin, his cheeks red but his eyes excited because heā€™s gonna get to fuck lol
šŸ¤Ž Cowgirl king. Save a horse, ride Alex (I should be put down)
šŸ¤Ž Loves seeing you on top, but it only
takes a little before he wants to show off by fucking hard from underneath. Core strength icon
šŸ¤Ž Either of you can set the pace this way, and he loves that
šŸ¤Ž Hon ment for Missionary because Iā€™ve said it before and Iā€™ll say it again Alex is a ROMANTIC AT HEART!!!!!
Shane-
šŸ’™ Now Shane. Iā€™m thinking he might show off a bit to try and seduce you
šŸ’™ Pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, something that puts those farm muscles to work šŸ˜
šŸ’™ Tease! Tease! Heā€™s teasing!
šŸ’™ Probably flirty/compliments too
šŸ’™ I totally see him once heā€™s comfortable in a relationship falling back on all his old high school gridball pickups
šŸ’™ Iā€™m sorry I just think manā€™s got game once he sobers up
šŸ’™ So itā€™s easy to tell because heā€™s trying to Impress
šŸ’™ DOGGY!!!
šŸ’™ I know this isnā€™t a particularly fresh take, but heā€™s sooooo hitting it from the back. Itā€™s just the truth
šŸ’™ Loves it because itā€™s so hot to him to watch your face buried in the covers as you slur out moans for him
šŸ’™ Probably switches a few times throughout though
šŸ’™ He loves to manhandle you what can I say
šŸ’™ Mating press hon ment
Sam-
šŸ©· Heā€™s so easy and also horny all the fucking time
šŸ©· Dudes libido is off the charts first and foremost. So jot that down
šŸ©· So when he wants to fuck he typically will press his body all up against yours
šŸ©· Presses up on your back while youā€™re cooking, grabs your hips, pulls you into his lap
šŸ©· Big on physical touch, this guy
šŸ©· As for position? Hehe
šŸ©· His favorite is whatever you tell him to do. Doesnā€™t have any preference because oh man! Heā€™s getting to hit! Sweet!
šŸ©· Does have an affection towards cowgirl because itā€™s the easiest position for someone else to dominate him in
šŸ©· Being so serious heā€™s suuuuuch a sub he wants to be controlled hardcore
šŸ©· So if his pleasure is completely contingent on what you give him? Well
šŸ©· šŸ˜
Sebastian-
šŸ–¤ Another shy boy !!
šŸ–¤ But also the most likely to out and out ask for what he wants
šŸ–¤ So a lot of the time he ends up just blurting it out
šŸ–¤ Youā€™ll be watching TV together or something, reading, whatever
šŸ–¤ And out of nowehere heā€™ll ask if he can give you oral
šŸ–¤ King oral fixation wants his mouth on you now!!
šŸ–¤ And what are you supposed to do? Say no??
šŸ–¤ Thatā€™s his favorite, though Iā€™m not sure itā€™s a sex position
šŸ–¤ Man just really loves giving head, okay?
šŸ–¤ If youā€™re in bed heā€™s probably jumping the covers, but he also might sneak a hand down there while heā€™s enjoying his meal because he is LOVING! IT!
šŸ–¤ Finishes in his boxers when you finish in his mouth, so it counts
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ghostssweetgirl Ā· 2 years ago
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Hello, I hope you are well. 141 men+Konig and Roach.Alex. How do they react when they accidentally see female reader in the city for the first time? And just like that. The reader is shopping at a grocery store. And men do not know her. because they never saw the reader's face. but the reader recognizes them because she has seen their faces before and the reader says. What's up? (name) I'll send you a photo of the reader's gaze. so the reader works on the same team as them but right now it's a free day
Have a nice day :)
Hey there! I really like this request <3
TF141 + Kƶnig + Roach + Alex Reacting to Seeing the Reader's Face (in public)
warnings: cursing, other than that, none. they think you're pretty šŸ˜
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
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Simon happened to be shopping in your town. No, he didn't do it on purpose. It was just on his way home.
You were shopping as well. You lived in a big city, so it wasn't unusual for you to be unmasked when doing your business. No one here knew you. You were on the pet food aisle, glancing over the ingredients of a specific brand until you suddenly felt a familiar presence walking by along the outside of the aisle. You look to your side and... spot Ghost.
Why was he here? Not like, why was he shopping, but why would he come to your city? It was too many people for his liking.
You watch him walk by, he doesn't give you a second glance as he goes about his business.
You set the bag of food down as you abandon your cart, walking fast to catch up to him. "Ghost!"
He heard a familiar voice call behind him, but as he turned around, he didn't know who he was looking at and how they knew his callsign. "What's up?" you asked, tilting your head at him. He stopped in his tracks, looking you up and down. "Bloody hell are you?"
You nervously laughed. "Y/N...?"
He was in disbelief. Wow, you were quite beautiful. He didn't think you'd be ugly, but my goodness, he was swept off his feet. "Fuckin' hell, kid," he rasped, chuckling nervously, you could tell.
"Sorry, I forgot you've never seen my face."
"Forgot to warn me you were quite stunning, too, darlin'."
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish
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He heard about this big grocery store from a friend, deciding to check it out. It was also the one you were at, trying to find some new clothes.
In your own little world, you weren't paying attention to the fact you were absent-mindedly taking over the aisle as you were folding a shirt back up.
"Excuse me," a voice called from behind you.
"Sorry," you muttered, moving out of the way. The man gave you a polite smile, and as you made eye contact, your pupils dilated, recognizing your teammate, Soap. "What's up?" you asked.
"Oh, jus' shoppin', nothin' much." You looked into his cart, curious. Some beer, socks, small food items. Also hygiene products. He watched you nose into what he's buying, wondering who the hell this random (pretty) lady is.
You stifle a laugh, looking at the soap in his cart. "Soap." He shook his head, softly chuckling. "Wha's so funny about that?"
You teased him. "Soap! For Soap... Come on, do you not get it?"
For a minute, he recognized the voice but couldn't put two and two together. Wondered if you were who he thought you were.
After awkward staring, you throw your arms up playfully. "Soap! You must not... recognize me...?" "Y/N...?" you continued.
He just figured it out, the way you emphasized his name. "Y/N... Shite, yer... beautiful," he muttered. "Didn't think I'd ever see your face, lass."
Captain 'John' Price
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He was just leaving, checking out with his cart full of his selected items. Damn this long line, he'd be here a while.
You were walking in with an empty cart, eyes glued to the front of you. Wanting to get in, and get out. You take notice of the long line. Sighing in annoyance, you go about your business.
You make your way up to the front, expecting the line to have made progress. Nope, still long. Some person had 3 full carts, and was giving one of the cashiers a hard time. Not to mention it was one of the rush hours of business. You look around to see a bunch of grumpy, tired faces. It was all just regular people, until you saw your captain. You smiled, hesitant to say hi to him, not wanting to be a bother.
"Hey, Captain Price!" you sang. He fixed his gaze onto you precisely, questionably. "What's up?"
He met you halfway in between the queues. "How in the bloody hell do you know who I am?" his voice was low.
"Because... I'm in the task force, silly," you laughed. "Y/N."
"Oh," he said plainly, his body visibly relieved. "Well, kid. Near freaked me out, some pretty lady knowin' my rank."
"Sorry," you blushed. "I'll leave you be, then? See you at work."
"Nice to see ya, y/n," his bright blue eyes beamed as they crinkled from his wide smile.
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You were nearly finished up shopping, when you walked next to Gaz.
You didn't notice him at first, but when you did, he smiled at you with a polite nod as if you were a stranger.
You smiled back. "What's up, Garrick?"
He squinted his eyes at you, wondering how he knew you.
"I'm sorry, remind me of who you are?"
"Y/N, silly," you quipped.
"Oh," he sighed, looking over the features of your face. "Nice seein' you without the mask."
You almost blush, reaching up to soothe your unmasked face. "Thanks. Definitely didn't expect to see you... here."
"It was just on my way."
"Yeah, well, I hope you're enjoying your time off," you smiled.
"You, too, y/n," he smiled back, walking off but making sure to get one last look at you before you walked off, memorizing your face.
Kƶnig
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It's been such a long day already, and here you were stuck at a busy grocery store in your city. You usually stopped by here every so often, but didn't think the store would be busy when you came here today.
You were pretty much just looking at useless stuff at this point, to pass time by as the queues were not moving. You sigh as you grew tired of looking at this nonsense. Seeing some queues move, you finally hopped in one. You were in a hurry, and that was obvious, but so was someone else.
You almost bumped carts with this man, and before you go to apologize, you hear his thick German accent being the first one to apologize profusely. "I... am so sorry! You go ahead, ma'am," he muttered.
"Kƶnig! I am so sorry!" you giggled. "I was in a hurry, I didn't see you there! What's up?" He stuttered, hands nearly shaking at you knowing his name. "I... was just shopping here."
"Are... you okay?"
"Ja... yes, I just... sorry, I don't think I know you..."
"Y/N! I don't have my mask on..." you rubbed your cheek. "Sorry to confuse you."
He was taken aback by how beautiful you were. He was already an anxious man, finally being able to put a voice to a very pretty face felt quite nice, but finding out just how gorgeous you were was making his heart slam against his ribcage.
"I-sorry," you could hear his nervousness, it was admittedly very cute. "You are very pretty, Maus."
Roach
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You had gone to the store to get some alcohol, it was one of your days off and you wanted to enjoy yourself.
You went to the aisle, and started browsing.
You grabbed a few bottles of wine, and an extra bottle of liquor for another day and started walking out of the aisle to leave.
Until someone came around the corner.
You smiled as you spotted your teammate, Roach.
"Roach! Hey, what's up?"
He made eye contact with you, and you could tell he was confused.
"Sorry, do I know you?"
"It's Y/N! Sorry, don't have my mask on," you apologized, blushing.
"Oh. I was wondering how some beautiful woman knew me," he laughed. "It's nice to see you."
"Thanks, Roach," you smirked. You bid your goodbyes as you walked off, not seeing him look back at you once more.
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You were stumped on a product, deciding if you should buy it. You started looking around for products that seemed popular, and went with the correct brand.
You were on your way to the front, when you spotted someone you knew. Alex. He was either in a hurry, or just wanted to get to where he was going, but you followed him.
You about lost him, but finally caught up.
"Alex! Hey!"
He looked around at a few people before he looked at you.
"What's up?" you smiled at him.
He stammered his words. "Hi. Who're you? How do I know you?"
You laughed as you playfully rolled your eyes. "Y/N."
"Damn, nice to see your face, lil lady," he chuckled, eyes wide at your beauty.
"Aw, thanks," you replied. "Enjoying your time off?"
"You know it." You both did some small talk before you had to make your way out. You waved goodbye at him, and he returned it with a polite smile, watching you as you walked away.
"Damn, she's beautiful," he whispered under his breath.
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A/N - Hope this was good! I've never written for Roach or Alex, so I don't know if I wrote them out well, but thank you for this request and sorry it took a while to get finished! <3
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homeofthelonelywriter Ā· 23 days ago
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hi!! i LOVE. your writing, especially about simon riley šŸ’–
can we get some pure fluff? iā€™ve been feeling down lately because of the weather :(
how would he cheer us up when weā€™re crying or sad? go for a walk? tell a joke? watch a movie? tickle fight? cuddles?
Of course, omg, my first request for him!! šŸ„²šŸ˜ Sorry it's a little short, I'm flooded with uni work atm, but I hope you still like it!
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Honestly, he would have a sixth sense for it. The moment youā€™d walk into you shared home, heā€™d know something was wrong. Whether you footsteps were heavier or the way you put down your bag sounded different, heā€™d just know. And heā€™d immediately be by your side, pulling you into a tight hug. From there, heā€™d let you cry, scream, rant, whatever you needed. And once it was out of your system, heā€™d spoil you rotten.
If you were up to it, heā€™d lead you up to the shower, throwing your favorite towel into the dryer so it would be warm when you come out. And while you were washing the stress and feelings away, heā€™d be ordering your favorite take out, getting all your favorites. While waiting for that to arrive, heā€™d be throwing blankets and pillows onto the couch, trying to make it as comfortable and cozy as possible.
But the moment, heā€™d hear the shower turn off, heā€™d head back to the bathroom, already prepared to pamper you. After sitting you down on the counter, heā€™d softly massage lotion all over your body, before going through your skin care routine, just making sure that his queen was feeling her best self. Then, heā€™d carry you downstairs and sit you down on the sofa, your favorite comfort show/movie already on the TV, just waiting for someone to press play. But before you could do that, the food would arrive, and Simon would lay it out on the living room table like a buffet, before making you a plate with little bits from everything. And that would be how you spent the evening. Just cuddled up together, watching whatever you want to, while indulging in your favorite food.
All in all, heā€™d be amazing, trying and doing everything to make you feel better. And if the reason youā€™re feeling down is another personā€¦maybe heā€™d call the boys up and ask them for a little help.
But letā€™s be honest, if youā€™d ask him to blow your back out and rearrange your guts because itā€™d take the edge off, heā€™d also do just that. Anything for his love.
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neonovember Ā· 1 year ago
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Coming in HOT with some ANGST and FLUFF, having SUCH an intense emotional fight with Carmen one night. Maybe youā€™re both arguing about the opening of The Bear or finances or even just with communication in your relationship, Carmen just snaps about how you werenā€™t always this hostile. Just losing it on him and in tears crying out ā€œYOU LEFT!! YOU LEFT ME CARMEN!! I understand what happened with you and your brother, but you just fucking left and didnā€™t even say goodbye!! You know how AWFUL that made me feel?! Like all of a sudden after everything weā€™d been through! It was like suddenly I was another face you just cut out and forgot about. It took me MONTHS to stop even just thinking about you. And then when you came back? It was as if nothing happened, but I was SO happy you were backā€¦.and now you always act like Iā€™m some inconvenience thatā€™s always in the way!!!! So what do you WANT Carmen?! Do you want me to stay or is this another New York situation?ā€. You can see Carmenā€™s heart shattering in his face as he just crumbles at the end begging for forgiveness šŸ„². It ends maybe with the both of you holding each other in the kitchen ā€œIā€™m so sorryā€ ā€œNo noā€¦.itā€™s okayā€¦.I shouldnā€™t have taken it out on you like thatā€¦ā€
All for you
this request was so good! your brain anon..šŸ˜ i hope i did it justice, this is part one of two because i always seem to be extending things that should be a one shot! i'm thinking part two should be from carm's pov? what do you guys think??
warnings: shouting, self deprecation, angst to the tenth power, no happy endings, carmen is so so so bad at communicating, unresolved tension/anger, new york carmy!
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Loving Carmen was a lot of things.Ā 
It was the smoulder of colours brushed onto a canvas, it was the crash of waves in the middle of the pacific, fighting and thrashing against each other until it took you under and below. It was the spoonful of honey that eased the bitterness, it was beyond your control. A love so smouldering and bright that you didn't quite know if your heart could fit it all.
But it was also difficult, like dragging a 50 pound steel anchor every way you went. You were forever grateful to have Carmen in your life, again at least, but it wasnā€™t exactly like the things that he had struggled with before he wasn't struggling with even more now.Ā 
You were patient, you tried to be at least. When he wouldnā€™t pick up your calls for hours, when he was so caught up with work he forgot to eat, when he was so caught up with work all the last of his energy was spent on you and not himself.
You loved Carmen too hard to let him destroy himself for his work, even if he hated you for it, you couldn't watch him crumble and break from the stress of the restaurant and the overwhelming pressure he put on himself.Ā 
Especially when you saw him begin to unravel before you, melting hot wax crackling and setting form. He had begun to throw back bottles of pepto like it was water, crunching on tums like popcorn any chance he got, and it wasn't like the restaurant was doing bad, in fact it was doing amazing. Yet, it was that fact alone that made Carmen get worse, made him slip into the sinking black hole that told him one moment away from the shop, one glance off of his work and it would crumble into ash.
You had seen this in New York, where he would call you during the depths of the night, the sound of his stuttered sobs breaking any resolve you had left. You had raced to throw on a jacket and bring a pot of soup to his place even when he protested. You fed him whilst he shook against you, you whispered stories until he fell asleep, you kissed his curls.
You wondered if he knew.
You find yourself doing the same thing now, like an endless dance you both are bound to, every rational part of you wants to hate it but you can't deny the way your heart shimmers in want. Your mind moves with the familiarity of it, chasing after him like a game of cat and mouse.
Only this time you live with Carmen and not in a dingy shoebox in New York holding back every ounce of love you wanted to pour into him.Ā 
Carmenā€™s mind was forever connected to food, it was something so automatic it fell unconscious under his skin. You found amusement in the way heā€™d stand in the middle of your apartment living room in quick critic over the late night cooking shows that you would turn on whilst waiting for him to come home, or the coffee around the corner he swears isnā€™t actual beans.Ā 
But your soup, and anything else you made was something he had always reserved with a certain adoration. Heā€™d whisper into the anonymity of your neck under the covers, recounting how your food was akin to a warm hug, coming home to the smell of cookies and a house of laughter and light he wished he had growing up.Ā Ā 
You hoped he had actually eaten something today, but it was that belief that evaded your mind as quickly as it came when you reminded yourself who Carmen was. It was push and pull, and you would be damned if he didn't finish your food and then some.
Your job allowed you to work from home, and you donā€™t know if it was your laziness or intelligence that enabled you to make it so that you only had to work a couple hours in the day. It was sometimes strange to Carmen, how you could be able to find love and creation in something without putting everything into it.
Carmen was always watching you, he found peace in it, the moves and motions of you all over the apartment, the scent of your body wash, you toothbrush next to his, you were a movie right in front of him and he would watch you for eternity if he could.
You turn into the back of the Bear, parking between the faded white lines before turning off the engine and staying in the car for a moment. You hated the cold, and your breath had already begun to blow out misty clouds every time you exhaled. Collecting the warm container of soup and a sandwich you quickly jog towards the restaurant, taking the back door when you notice Manny leaving.
ā€œHey Hun, how ya doingā€ Manny nods towards you with a warm smile
ā€œHey Manny, just coming to get Carmen to eat something other than tumsā€Ā 
ā€œChef is definitely wound tight, mix up on a new delivery of some kind of fruit? Forgot the name.. It's spiky and smells like when we moved out those ovens and found those burnt onions and stock stuck to the floorā€ Manny replies with a wince as you both recall the devastating smell that hadnā€™t left your nostrils in weeks during the renovation.
ā€œUh, Durian?ā€ You reply and Manny clicks his fingers at your reply.
ā€œThat's it. That mind of yours is really something. He hasnā€™t taken a break since the morning, but you always have a way with himā€ Manny raises his eyebrows and you shake your head with a laugh
You only remember that particular fruit because Carmen had been obsessing over a new menu item that included it as its main component. He had spent sleepless nights perfecting it, despite it being utterly magnificent the first try. You couldnā€™t shake him from his work, it could consume him for months if he let it, and you feared he was at the precipice of falling into that hole once again.
You walk through the back hallway leading up to the main kitchen, passing by the tired hunches of the shoulder dressed down in crisp white shirts and aprons. The Bear had a late start today, Sydney suggested opening a little later for a full dinner menu rather than lunch as well and the turn out had shocked you all.
It also meant Carmen came home even later than he already did during those nights, youā€™ve had to damn near carry him to the bath to get him to not drop dead the second he came home. You didnā€™t mind however, you couldn't deny the faint thrum of your heart content as you washed Carmenā€™s hair whilst he lay against you half asleep.Ā 
You spot Sydney at her station, and you quickly walk over to see her prepping for dinner, the swoop of her knife cutting into red meat in a kind of curve you knew she had perfected over the years.
ā€œHey Syd, early start?ā€ You say, once your side by side with her
ā€œOh donā€™t remind me, can you believe the L got backed up from all the ice last night? Added a whole 45 minutes to my commuteā€ Sydney groans out, shaking her head as she turns to you. Grateful to have a reprieve from her repetitive cutting.
ā€œGoddam Chicago, if it makes you feel any better, Iā€™ve got a bottle of wine with your name on it in my fridge and it is dying to be opened and shared by two very, very tired womenā€ You reply, smiling at the way Sydney raises her eyebrows gleefully at the thought.
ā€œI am holding you to that, as soon as we get through today. God, this new dish Carmen has thought up is kicking my assā€ Sydney replies, and your ears chirp at the mention of the man youā€™ve been looking for.
ā€œSpeaking of Carmen, have you seen him?ā€Ā 
ā€œYeah, I think heā€™s still in the office, been on call with one of our vendors cause of the mix up with the--ā€
ā€œDurian, yeah. Thanks Sydā€ You reply, giving her a nod before making your way to the hallway leading into the office.
You hear Carmen before you see him, the sound of his loud voice seeping through the cracks of the door. His voice rises as he gets more and more agitated, and you donā€™t miss the sound of a cup being thrown against the wall as the phone call continues, not waiting a moment before firing back muffled words you can hardly make out except
ā€œUnprofessionalā€ ā€œwaste of my timeā€ ā€œfuckinā€™ dickā€
So yeah, you thought it was definitely a good time to walk in and get your extremely agitated boyfriend to eat your soup.
Just as you walk through the door, you see Carmen slam the phone back onto the receiver, shouting out obscenities at the object as he throws his chair back onto the floor. Years working together has made you unfazed by his outbursts of anger, though you have been sly in trying to get him to go to therapy so that he doesn't get an aneurysm over the phone with the Wifi company or something hilariously trivial.
ā€œHey Carmā€ You say, whilst closing the door, and Carmen look up at you in surprise, his features sobering, as his eyes relax into a comforting gaze.
ā€œAh shit, sorry bout that, just some stubborn, pig headed vendors who donā€™t want to fix a problem they fucking causedā€ Carmen replies, his chest rising rapidly as he takes sharp inhales of oxygen.Ā 
He turns to face you and you take in the sunken look of his cheeks, the skin a little discoloured like he was sick, and his hair dishevelled and falling flat against his face like he's run his hand through it too many times.
ā€œJesus Carmen, have you gotten any sleep?ā€ You reply, instantly as you make your way over to him, pressing a hand on his shoulder.
Carmen shudders against your touch, shaking his head as he leans back and away from you. You stumble as you look down at your hand now inches away from his shoulder in confusion. Carmen never turned you away from him, in fact during those unforgiving times of anxiety and anguish, when he felt the entire sky falling, you would be his anchor to bring him back.
The fact that he had visibly shuddered when you touched him made your heart ache, and it hurts even more when Carmen notices, the guilt spilling into him.
ā€œJust been so busyā€ Carmen replies, his eyes darting everywhere but you, as you nod with a tight smile, backing away from him.
You reach for the soup you've left on the edge, placing it on the desk and you nod to it
ā€œHave you eaten today?ā€ You reply and Carmen stops watching you, blinking slowly as he tries to remember the last time he's actually consumed something, before coming up empty and shaking his head up at you with a groan.
ā€œI thought so, you need to eat Carmen, how can you expect to function let alone run a restaurant if you aren't at your optimal levelā€ You reason, leaning against the table, with your arms crossed against your chest.
ā€œItā€™s fine, I was just gonna grab something smallā€ Carmen waves you off
ā€œActually, I brought you food right now so I think it would be a perfect time-
ā€œIs that why you came? To micromanage me like some toddlerā€ Carmen suddenly replies, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you through half lidded eyes.
ā€œI- what? I didnā€™t-ā€
ā€œI can run my restaurant blindfolded with my arms tied behind my back, alright? I donā€™t need you to come and patronise me like you know every goddamn thingā€ Carmen spits out, and you can't help the way your blood runs hot, the rhythmic beat of anger pounding through you like a hammer.
How fucking dare he
ā€œExcuse me? I came here for you Carmen, not some self-righteous moment to say I'm better than you. God damnit, is that what you think? I came here to make sure you didn't faint and fall into a pot of boiling hot waterā€ You spit out, Carmen looks up at you, hes blues swimming in ire as he lets a humour-less laugh rumble through his chest.
You felt all the things you had kept a lid on begin to tumble out of your mouth, and soon youā€™re anger morphed into a building current. The flashes of everything that had gone wrong, the lack of communication, the coming home late, it all has begun to accumulate rapidly and you let it consume you in its entirety.Ā 
ā€œSure, of course,ā€ Carmen sings. ā€œIā€™m not your fucking child alright? You are my goddamn mother so stop treating me like you need to make sure I eat 3 times a day and have my nightly bath. Iā€™m a grown man-ā€
ā€œThen ACT LIKE IT!ā€
Carmen looks up at you in surprise, his brows knitting as his head swivels back from your outburst. You had never screamed at him, in fact, Carmen canā€™t remember a time where you had screamed at anyone like you did nowĀ as you stare him down deviantly. Eyes burning with a fiery anger that begged to be stoked. Carmen knows this, your hands shake in tight fists like your seconds away from swiping him, and he resorts back to his usual self destruction of turning back and running away.Ā 
ā€œYeah, yeah that's right, walk away, walk away like you always do. Carmen, soon enough you're going to have to face it you know? Youā€™re gonna have to face your fucking issues before it destroys us bothā€ You scream, and Carmen pauses, causing you to stumble. Carmen turns around to face you in the middle of the hallway, the rush of anger present on his cheeks, causing the veins to bulge out on his neck and he looms over you
ā€œIssues, I have fucking issues? Youā€™re screaming at me because of goddamn soupā€
ā€œItā€™s more than fucking SOUP!ā€ The screech of your voice bounced across the thin walls of the restaurant hallway, your throat begins to burn as you begin to swallow down the emotion bubbling within you. You want to reach into him and rattle his neck, force him to see the destructive path he was taking, force him to do anything but turn away and shut you out.
A quiet trepidation falls over the entire kitchen as they watch you both fight, it was unheard of, an anomaly that seemed wrong, like someone had gotten a couple from the street and put your faces on it.
Watching you both fight was like watching a performance. The way you both leaned into each other menacingly, neither of you backing down, there was an indefinite energy that bubbled between you both, you were seconds away from shocking each other or making out.Ā 
ā€œWhat is it then huh? Why are you acting like this? You expect me to read your goddamn mind? Youā€™ve changed alright? Everyone can see it, I can't even recognise the person in front of me half the timeā€ Carmen sneers, his neck turning a crimson red as he clenches his jaw painfully. Heā€™s holding himself back, his body shakes with it, the tight clenches of his fist stopping him from putting a hole in the wall or smashing a chair.
ā€œIā€™ve changed? Me?ā€ You cut yourself off with a chuckle, Carmen shifted his gaze as his eyebrows knot in confusion, and when you catch a glimpse of his face you canā€™t help the booming sound from crawling up your throat, keening over as the sick sound of laughter rocks through your body.
The rest of the team now watches on in horror, you were laughing, why are you fucking laughing?
You try and gulp down the uncontrollable fit of laughter, you can practically feel your body shift down into the jagged memories from all those years ago. From a place and time you had shuffled into a no named cabinet and thrown into the deepest depths of the ocean.Ā 
You didnā€™t want to remember, you begged your mind to forget, but as your laughter slips into sharp inhales, you already can taste the wetness streaming down your cheeks, and slithering down the slope of your neck.
Your sobā€™s rack through you, winding you until you hunched over, reaching out onto the wall to steady yourself and trying to find footing as the ground caves beneath you.
Carmen recognises it in an instant, taking a tentative step forward, raising his arms before dropping them in a second, like he was approaching a volatile animal.
ā€œFuck, Iā€™m sorry I-ā€ Carmen starts, but youā€™ve already raised yourself from your hunched position, the tears dripping into the linoleum floors and splashing onto your combat boots.
You didnā€™t want to face that time in your life again, but Carmen has practically forced you too, and there's no way in hell you werenā€™t going to drag him down into that bordered off well. Fuck being the bigger person.
ā€œNo no, you spoke, this is my fucking turn nowā€ You grunt out, the rippling grief leaving your body in a flash as you sneer over him.
Carmen gulps back a retort, his mind re-circuiting, trying to figure out your polar behaviour. Carmen knew better to interrupt you now, in fact the restaurants was a pin drop quiet, safe for the whooshing sound of the central air corn, and the sound of Carmen's stuttering inhales.
ā€œYOU listen to meā€ You spit, pointing a finger, pressing it into Carmen's chest so hard he stumbles back
ā€œYou fucking left me Carmen. You! You- just, you dropped everything we had, everything we ever built in New York and you disappeared. And it was Mickey, and you needed to be there and I got that, I get that, but you- you just left me there.ā€ You grunt, biting back the swell of emotion that erupted when you thought about those years ago.Ā 
ā€œYou became a ghost, and god,- you could have told me, after everything I thought we had- you could've told me! But then you didn't. And I was left to pick up the pieces, wondering if you had ever loved me, wondering if I should have given half of myself to you whilst you couldn't even call me backā€ You stutter out, shocking back the onslaught of tears as you swallow around the lump in your throat.
Carmenā€™s face pales as he registers those years ago in New York, the immediate look of guilt and anguish twisting his features as he leans onto the wall for support.
Even after all these years, all this time, you still felt it like it was yesterday. All your work had become undone, the thin veil of healing had been stripped back to bare bones in an instant, and you hate it, you hate it so much. Why couldnā€™t you have packed up and moved on? Why did you have to fold back into yourself at those memories? You don't know what you're seeking now, vengeance, restitution, it all becomes blurred in the heat of it, and god have you wanted to strip your skin and wake up restored since that night.
ā€œYou ruined me for a year Carmen. I was a shell of myself because of you. And then you called me that afternoon and you know what? I wanted to throw my phone into the fucking Hudson. I wanted to rip my hair out and scream and hurt you like you hurt me because the truth was I already forgiven you before you even apologised. And you never did. And I still wanted to come back to Chicago for you.ā€Ā 
ā€œHoney-ā€ Carmen's strained voice shudders at your words, and you can make out the red of his eyelids, the tears collecting at his lids.
You hold up a hand, stopping Carmen from speaking, tears begin to form at your waterline, threatening to break, your vision blurs, the features of Carmenā€™s tormented face becoming wobbly and undefined.Ā 
You were so sick of crying, you were so sick of it.
ā€œAnd I wonā€™t ever make you keep paying for a mistake for the rest of your life, I let go of that anger because you needed my help and in some way, I fell in love with you all over again, I was able to make peace with it.ā€Ā 
ā€œBut you don't think I know you Carmen? When you overwork yourself to death you can barely eat? When you get bad again at calling me? When you were good, you were the best person in my entire world, but when you're like this?ā€ You shake your head into the empty space between you, hands waving in front of you.Ā 
Carmen looks torn apart, his hair falling flat against his forehead, his hands in tight fists as he shakes his head against your words. Begging, on his knees, begging for you to stop, to stop saying those things that came from your mouth that were not true. His body shakes with it, the gushing feeling of guilt, it washes over him in waves.
His mind is going a mile a minute, every thought of work, of that mismatched order he had to deal with, of the vendor who refused to deliver, it all went out the window the second your face contorted in that heart aching way. He can't lose you, every fiber in his being yearned for you, he lived for you. And here he was losing you, like a brush of paint across a canvas.
You were slipping from him every second you stood there with tears dripping down your cheeks like a stream.
ā€œYouā€™re the one that's changed. You're the one who's always changing. Donā€™t throw it back at me just because you canā€™t see itā€ You mutter with a shake of your head. Your voice carries a finality with it, and you jerk from Carmen when he takes a step towards you. You can't breathe in here, and you pass by the concerned gases of the rest of the Bear, shaking your head and moving away from Sydney, before dipping back into the busy streets of Chicago.Ā You bite your tongue the entire way until the taste of copper fills your mouth.
Folding yourself into the huddled waves of mundanity, leaving your soup and the last bit of your aching heart on the bench of Carmen's office.
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celestelunia Ā· 6 months ago
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Hii Bestie! Iā€™m backšŸ˜˜
Youā€™ve been doing amazing and I love your writing! I was wondering if I could get fem!reader constantly flirting with Azul, making him all red and flustered. And then one day Azul flirts back all suave and confident (itā€™s also him asking her out) and she just blue screensšŸ˜‚
Keep up the good work boo!šŸ«¶
Thank you, Cherry! šŸ«¶šŸ˜­
Ah! My first Azul ask! My favorite otcoman! šŸ˜šŸ™
I had a lot of fun writing this šŸ˜† I love Azul so much lol
Hope you like!
Warnings: bad flirting lines. šŸ¤£ and fluff. The twins being themselves. Reader is she/her
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"I wish I was your mirror so that I could look at you every morning."
"I guess your parents are bakers because they made you such a cutie pie!"
"Sweet dreamsā€¦ I hope Iā€™m in them."
Azul sat in his office alone, with his forehead resting on his desk. His paperwork scattered among his desk forgotten as the house warden of Octavinelle let out a small moan.
He wasn't sure if the twins put you up to this or if you were just teasing him, but lately, you had been....hard for him to handle. Anytime he saw you, you would throw some flirty comment his way that completely caught him off guard.
He remembered the first time it happened like it was yesterday...
"Ah. Y/N." Azul called out with his usual business smile as he spotted you walking towards him and the twins. "I was-"
"Do you know whatĀ TheĀ Little MermaidĀ and I have in common? We both want to be a part of your world." You said suddenly that it took a moment for Azul to even register what you had said.
And when he did, it broke him.
AzulAshengrotto.exe has crashed.
The twins, on the other hand, were loving this as they both started laughing.
"Whoa! I didn't know you had this side to you! " Floyd said as he laughed. "I think you broke him!"
"Well played Y/N." Jade smiled as he noticed you had completely knocked Azul off his game. It was priceless!
With a playful wink to Azul, you walked past him before giving a wave goodbye to the twins.
Azul had been so blindsided that he had nothing ready to handle this situation. Once he finally snapped out of his embarrassment, he had to deal with Floyd and Jade's constant teasing for the rest of the day.
It didn't help that the octoman had a crush on you. One that took him a long time to come to terms with. If figured this was just a one-off thing. That maybe you were feeling playful that day.
He was wrong. So, so wrong.
Anytime he saw you after that day, you would toss some flirty comment his way, and his poor heart couldn't handle it. What was worse was the fact it was anywhere and around anyone! He doesn't even want to think about the number of people who saw him in such a blushing state!
"My, my Azul. To see you in such a state."
Hearing Jade's voice caused Azul to twitch lightly before he slowly lifted his head up to glare at the eel.
"What have I told you about knocking before coming in?" Azul said with a sigh as he fixed his glasses on his face.
"I did, but it seemed like you were a bit too lost in thought to notice." Jade said with his usual smile.
Did he knock, or was he just messing with him? The housewarden wasn't sure enough to question his second in command.
"You know..." Jade's voice called out as it snapped Azul out of his own train of thought. "..why don't you try turning things around?"
"What do you mean?" Azul asked as he leaned back in his chair. As he watched Jade's grin grow, he suddenly felt like he shouldn't have asked.
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You walked down the hall as you made your way outside the school. You had just finished your last class and decided to head back to the dorm.
Over the last few weeks, you had been openly flirting with Azul. You had tried being more subtle with your advances, but he never picked up on any of them. You couldn't really blame him, though. You did like that side of Azul as well as many other sides to the housewarden. You had been crushing on Azul for so long now that you figured you needed to change your approach.
You had to admit you loved seeing him get all red and flustered. It was such a rare side you never saw from him, and you got hooked instantly.
With a smile on your face, you went over some new material you could use the next time you saw him.
It was just that you ran into Azul much sooner than you thought. As you reached the dorm, you noticed Azul leaning against the wall as he was browsing around in his phone. With a playful grin, you rushed over to him.
"Azul! What a pleasant surprise." You called out as you watched the light-gray octoman glance up in your direction before he pocketed his phone. Azul pushed himself from the wall as he walked to meet you halfway.
You had to hold back a giggle as you got your next line locked and loaded. You couldn't wait to see the look on his face!
But what happened next threw off your whole plan as everything got turned upside down in an instant.
As you went to speak, your voice got caught in your throat as you suddenly felt Azul gloved hand gently brush against your cheek before he moved some of your [color] hair from your eyes. "You've had your fun." He said suddenly as his bluish purple eyes locked onto your [color] ones. "A gentleman really shouldn't be keeping a lady waiting like this. My apologies."
At his words and tender touch you froze as your eyes widen. What....what was happening!?
"I have a day off in the next couple of days." Azul said as he removed his gloved hand from your hair and moved it down under your chin. "How about I take you out for an unforgettable night?" He asked as he gently lifted your chin up to look at him before he gave you a smile that made your kneels go weak.
Y/N.exe has stopped working.
Azul watched as your face went from surprise to turning completely red. It looked like Jade was correct. He had mentioned that he should take the lead here and that by doing so, it would catch you off guard. It really made all the nervousness he felt moments ago worth it.
"Y/N?" Azul called out as he did his best to keep his features schooled. He may look confident on the outside, but on the inside, he was freaking out. 'Play it cool....play it cool...!' he repeated in his head.
Hearing Y/N whispered something Azul blinked as he tilted his head to the side in question. "What was that?"
"Y-yes!" You yelled a bit to loudly as you felt your face blush. "I mean..." You said as you toned it back a bit. "Yes...I would love that."
Azul let out a soft chuckle as he let go of her chin before he took Y/N hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of it. "Perfect. I'll send you the details and time later." He said before releasing Y/N hand and smiled. "I have a few things to catch up on at the lounge. I'll talk to you soon." The housewarden said before he made his exit.
As Azul left, you stood there a complete blushing mess as you registered that you had a date with Azul....You had a date with Azul!! Placing your hands against your cheeks, you closed your eyes as you recalled how soft his lips felt against the back of your hand.
Feeling overwhelmed, you collapsed onto the ground as you hid your blushing face in your hands. Was it suddenly hot out here?!
Once Azul was sure you couldn't see him anymore, he came to a stop as he felt his ears burn red. Ahhh. Y/N was so cute all flustered like that! He was proud of himself for making it throw all of that without making a mistake.
Seemed like he had become the poor unfortunate soul in this situation, but he oddly....didn't mind.
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danikamariewrites Ā· 11 months ago
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Can I pretty please request a
Part 3 clingy reader of Rhysand and Azriel poly ddlg relationship rhysriel
Where reader loves to cockwarm both Azriel and rhysand mainly bc she likes how close it makes her feel to them and itā€™s comforting like she will fall asleep with them inside her and she loves how comfy it is feel free to make it spicy aswell
Reader crys when they try to pull out bc she goes stupid for them and loves how it feels and how full and comfy it is like wether it her cock warming them when they work or when after they fu..ed or in the bath she wont let them pull out and crys
Attached at the Hip (SMUT)
Rhysriel x reader
A/n: I knew you would request them! I love this for them so much omg
Warnings: ddlg, cock warming, smut, oral fixation
As weā€™ve talked about before you love being around Rhys and Azzy 24/7
You canā€™t live without them
There are times that the males make your brain melt from the way they treat you
Theyā€™re just so big and strong they make you swoon like heart eyes šŸ˜
Az and Rhys flex their arms and wings and it just does things to you (thinking about it certainly does things to me)
Sometimes they do it on purpose just to get a reaction from you. They always tease you with a shit eating smirk on their face, holding your chin so you look up at them, ā€œAww, sweet baby. Thereā€™s nothing in that sweet head of yours, huh?ā€
That question always make you stutter
Also as weā€™ve talked about before, you are very touchy with them
Like you need hands and eyes on them at all times (especially when theyā€™re home)
You usually go to Rhys first because he canā€™t say no to you
I mean neither of them can say no to you ever
The need for one of them was very overwhelming one afternoon. Both of them had already pleasured you thoroughly this morning, but you couldnā€™t stop thinking about them. You decided not to be subtle with Rhys either. The two males always told you to be upfront with them when you want something.
You run right up to Rhys, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You start kissing his neck, giggling. ā€œDarling,ā€ Rhys laughed, ā€œwhat has gotten into you?ā€ He asked, the smile evident in his tone. Lightly biting down on the side of his neck you start grinding your core over his bulge, letting out a breathy moan against his skin. ā€œNeed you daddy.ā€ You lick the skin you bit, rubbing your nose against his jaw.
ā€œJust need your cock, daddy.ā€ Rhys grabs your hips, pulling you against his growing bulge. ā€œYeah darling, give me a second and you can have what you want.ā€ Rhys pulls your dress up over your hips to find your pussy bare and dripping for him. Rhys runs his fingers through your folds, letting out a groan. Pulling out his cock, sliding inside you easily
You sit with Rhysā€™s cock inside you while he finishes up some work. He taps your bum, signaling for you to get up with him. A whine escapes your lips and you tighten your arms around his neck. ā€œNo, wanna stay,ā€ you mumble out. Rhys laughed, moving over the couch promising you a few more minutes
With Azriel, you catch him relaxing on the couch reading. Itā€™s definitely a book Nesta suggested to him. Azriel hates to admit it but he loves smutty books. Heā€™ll read them to you while Rhys takes his time worshipping you between your thighs (another story for another time)
You take a gentler approach with Az (that male is a slut for eye contact). You slowly straddle his lap, pressing your chest to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and sliding your fingers i to his soft inky hair
Azriel sucks in a breath, your lips a hairā€™s breadth away. ā€œHi Azzy,ā€ you purr, ā€œwhatch ya readinā€™?ā€ You ask in that cute tone that wraps him even tighter around your finger. Azriel smirks. Your want immediately clicking in his mind
ā€œSomething youā€™d love.ā€ Gods that deep, smoky voice got you every time. A small whine leaves your lips as you grind down on his cock. Azriel groans, throwing his head back
ā€œFuck princess, I know what you want.ā€ You start kissing and nipping at his neck while Azriel pulls his cock free from his sweatpants. He bunches your dress up to find you bare and ready for him
Wasting no time he slides into you, holding the nape of your neck to bring you closer to him. Bringing your face to rest in the crook of Azrielā€™s neck you take in a deep breath of his scent, your own mixed with his and a hint of Rhys. Your eyes flutter shut at how relaxed you feel in Azrielā€™s embrace. ā€œFeels so good daddy.ā€ You hum out. ā€œAnd what do you say when daddy gives you something?ā€ ā€œThank you daddy.ā€ ā€œGood girl. Want me to read to you?ā€ ā€œYes please.ā€
You sit like that until your eyes start to get heavy. Azriel notices and throws a blanket around your shoulders to snuggle with you
You like when both of them stay in you after they fuck you to keep you nice and full
You get very clingy with them after sex and they are more than happy to indulge you
On the very rare occasion theyā€™re both filling your pussy itā€™s fucking euphoric. The feeling of having Az and Rhysļæ½ļæ½ļæ½s cocks stretching your hole is a fucking experience
You always insist that Rhys and Az stay in you until you fall asleep, ā€œwanna feel you forever.ā€ You mumble into one of their chests
Their arms wrap around you, keeping you secure between them as they fill both your holes as you drift off
When only one of them is inside you, you have the other fill you in another way
You grab one of their hands signaling you want their fingers. Rhys is gentle only pressing one finger down on your tongue while Azriel shoves two of his fingers in your mouth knowing youā€™re greedy and desperate
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