#the Scottish love scheme

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The Scottish Love Scheme

* Is this about to be another movie where a person is very much and obviously American but I’m meant to believe they are from somewhere else

* So her mom’s is def dying, right?

* Ten bucks that’s why they break up in the third act

* Divorcee who isn’t pissed at her ex? Hate it. I like having an ex to hate

* Her mom isn’t good at keeping people from knowing she’s dead

* I had to turn on the subtitles

* What am I meant to believe this relationship is? Childhood friends? If so, I must ask once again: why does she sound American?!?

* I love old people. Just living life.

* Another dog!

* This conundrum being a marketing issue is funny.

* I’m sure promising honesty and transparency won’t blow up in either of their faces.

* Not he forgot to sign the rugby tryouts slip!!! He tryna ruin this boy’s life!

* A pair of meddling moms? Love it.

* Ahhh. So the moms are the schemers

* Where is this third brother?

* Also, why does he think Lily knows her mom is dying? do men not listen to anything they hear?

* We stan emotionally intelligent Scottish men!

* Ah yes…the random gay brother. A cherished hallmark staple.

* These moms are funny. If I was dying I would ALSO be in everyone’s business

* Naughty fun?! In this economy?!

* Oh she wearing the fuck outta that dress

* A brewer who doesn’t drink? Fascinating

* Maiden, mother, and crone? I’m the crone for sure.

* They’re not doing a great job reminding us that these two people know each other

* God, I wanna be old meddling white woman. They are living life exactly as they should be.

* What a bunch hater ass Europeans. These people won’t let this poor lady cheer?! This baby is playing his heart out!!

* “Delicious accent” alright…yall doing a lot.

* “Enjoy the company of a good man” is the kind of shit I would say if I was dying.

* If her mother dies on this trip I’m calling hallmark in the morning

* “You deserve to be spoiled.” C’mon sir!!!

* Oh, so now you can cheer?! A bunch of haters

* my heart strings? consider them pulled

* I understand every third word this kid says. And I’m West Indian

* This movie is just a lady living her best Scottish romance dream. Good for her.

* This man woulda got me caught up. I can’t lie.

* “I’m in awe of you!!!???” This movie gonna end me. I will fucking weep.

* Girl. Spain ain’t going nowhere. Marry this man and stop playing with me.

* “You didn’t say anything?” maam. Maam.

* These people are annoying. Her mama is dying. She gonna know eventually!!

* They legit kept terminal liver cancer from this lady?! Wild.

* This movie is so damn cute. If they show her mother’s funeral imma weep.

* Listen…hallmark spent money on real ACTORS

* A pocket guide to Spanish?! This is too sweet

* Hallmark said “wanna cry for 40 mins?”

* “Whatever you need…I am here…” nah. I love him.

* There is such good romance in a check kiss.

* Taking off the ring? I’m a puddle on the floor

* These Scottish men planning a perfect day for a dying old lady?!? Please kill me here 🥹😫🥹

* “Let me help you build it back up again” yall will make me weep.

* This is too much.

I am crying as I write this. This movie was so damn good. Truly this is the, if not one of the best Hallmark movies I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen hundreds.

9.5/10 - Almost perfect

[citrus-cactus]

Looking at eBay listings of the Gargoyles Kenner toys from 94-95. I don’t *want* any of them, but at the same time… maybe I do????

Strike Hammer Macbeth… perhaps… I could fix him… 🤔

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[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Hallmark’s January Movie Slate to Star Katherine McNamara, Erica Durance and More (TVLine.com)

Premiering on Hallmark Channel:

Love on the Right Course Premiere Date: Saturday, Jan. 6 at 8 pm Whitney (Ashley Newbrough) is a professional golfer who is struggling to make the cut to qualify for her next tournament in Europe. Concerned that she might not be able to continue competing on a professional level, she returns to Budapest, and the golf course her family owns there, to revaluate her career. She finds that her father, who has grown reclusive since losing his wife two years ago, has handed over day-to-day operations of the club to a laid-back, new golf pro, Daniel (Marcus Rosner). Daniel’s casual style is at odds with Whitney’s and it throws her off her game, literally. As the pair get to know each other, their perspective changes and a romance develops. But, when Whitney’s former trainer returns and pushes Daniel out, it might just cost Whitney her best shot at love.

A Scottish Love Scheme  Premiere Date: Saturday, Jan. 13 at 8 pm Lily (Erica Durance) travels to Scotland with her mother and reconnects with Logan (Jordan Young), a childhood family friend. Unbeknownst to Lily and Logan, their meddling mothers have come up with a plan to set them up.

Betty’s Bad Luck in Love Premiere Date: Saturday, Jan. 20 at 8 pm Cursed from childhood to fail at romance, Betty’s (Laci J. Mailey) relationships have always ended in disaster. But when she meets Alex (Marco Grazzini), she’s tempted to try once more. Can true love prevail over a curse?

Swinging Into Love Premiere Date: Saturday, Jan. 27 at 8 pm Luna (Jocelyn Hudon) is a former dancer, who left that dream behind for a grounded life managing her family’s construction business and gets the opportunity to transform a gymnasium into a studio for aerials. As she sneaks a moment to try dancing in the silks, she is surreptitiously discovered by Bennet (Oliver Renaud), a professional aerialist, who has returned home from performing around the world. Bennet is none too pleased to walk in to find his contractor messing around on the silks, but when his partner for an upcoming show drops out, he soon recruits Luna to perform with him. As the hard work of this dynamic sport and the joys of Luna returning to her roots as a dancer bring them closer together, will their relationship crash or will they find a way to reach new heights?

Premiering on Hallmark Movies & Mysteries:

True Justice: Family Ties Premiere Date: Friday, Jan. 12 at 8 pm A law school student (Katherine McNamara) with the help of her friends sets out to prove her brother was wrongfully convicted. The only way to clear his name is by finding the real killer, but the closer they get, the more danger they are all in.

Click this LINK to read the full article at TVLine.com.

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"Ye got a permit fer this?"

"Absolutely not lol"

A Scottish Police Rat and the Circus of Fleas (who most definitely do not have a permit for the things they do)

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watched the first two eps of ghosts s5 woooooo (spoilers in tags)

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A Scottish Love Scheme

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: ̗̀➛ small town johnny 'soap' mactavish

cw : smut, johnny wears rings and necklaces, chubby reader but that usual, pan johnny but that also his usual

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those stupid fucking rings.

it drove you mad to see them all the time. they had appeared out of nowhere and never left. it was hard enough to concentrate when he was around, but this was the last straw.

you didn't remember when johnny had started to become a constant in your life; it was a small town, after all. word had spread that a handsome scottish soldier had settled down for good. it wasn’t a cliché—small countryside towns truly loved to gossip.

"heard he got shot in the head," you overheard two old ladies gossiping one day.

the other only chuckled, shaking her head. "if that were true, he’d be dead."

truth was, he had been shot in the head—just lucky enough for it to miss anything vital. he bore a nasty-looking scar on the left side of his scalp, a relic of the past he wore like a badge of honor. it got him plenty of attention, and the bastard basked in it.

old ladies loved his accent as well. everything about him was adored by the old folks of the town. well, not just the old ones. young women, and men, fawned over him just as much. something new happening in a small village like this was always a big deal.

it was also undeniable that he was truly handsome. and genuinely nice. he helped around a lot, taking every small job that popped up. a roof needing fixing? he showed up with his tools the next day. a construction site needing another set of hands to finish on time? he was waiting at the gate, a coffee in hand, the following morning.

he never complained, a smile always on his lips.

and as the proud owner of the only coffee shop in town, you saw him almost every morning since he set foot here.

at first, he was just another nice face you'd see every day. truth was, your job was a bit boring. you saw the same people every day, ordering the exact same things, never wavering from their usual.

and then johnny became special. he had been dead set on tasting everything you had to offer. every day was a new coffee order and a new pastry until he had tried them all. sometimes, he'd even stop by to try your sandwiches for lunch. before long, you started slipping free little sweets into his orders—he was your number one fan, after all, always eager to try the new batches. even the messed-up ones.

you paid it no mind. sure, he was attractive, but you were convinced you weren’t his type. even if he flirted with you every chance he got, you figured that was just who he was—a flirt.

oh, how he hated how oblivious you were.

so, he came in one morning with rings on his fingers. that had hardwired your brain. you still didn't how it was possible to lost all your composure like this, but it had been embarrassing. the way they just sat on his fingers just right had made it hard for you to focus on anything else.

you had stuttered, lost your train of thought entirely, your words fumbling out of your mouth like a damn fool. your eyes couldn’t focus on anything but his hands, tracing over the silver bands like they held some kind of forbidden power over you. it had been pathetic.

but god, did johnny enjoy it.

the way your breath hitched, the way your fingers fumbled with the register, the way your gaze kept flickering back to his hands like they were some kind of sin you weren’t supposed to be looking at. he noticed every little thing, and it fed his ego like nothing else.

he loved the way red dusted your cheeks and neck. he exaggerated every movement, gesturing more than usual, just to keep your eyes locked on his hands. every time you caught yourself staring and quickly looked away, he had to fight back a smirk.

even if he wanted to take credit, he couldn't. back when he was scheming ways to make you notice him, he remembered something some drunk lad had slurred at him in a pub.

"ya got real pretty hands, man," the guy slurred, words tumbling out of his mouth. "should—should decorate 'em, y'know? few rings here 'n there... they'd make... the perfect necklace."

that had been one of the best compliments, and johnny had made sure to thank the guy by fucking him so sweetly. it had been a really good night.

he hadn’t expect it to go this well.

that had been a couple of weeks ago, and even now, you still had trouble tearing your eyes away from his hands—especially as he tasted the new recipe you had made that morning.

it was fairly early, the world still buried in the quiet of the morning. but you knew johnny was an early bird—always the first customer of the day. he would linger, sipping his coffee, chatting, killing time until it was time for him to get on with his day. you usually didn't mind. but right now, you just wished he would leave.

the sight was unholy.

sugar clung to his fingers, and he moaned as he brought them to his lips, tasting the pastry for the first time. it was still warm, the flavors bursting on his tongue. he swore you had to be a witch—everything you made was downright sinful.

that was enough to send heat rushing to your face, a strange, unwelcome sensation pooling between your legs. but just as if he could see straight into the wicked fantasies echoing in your mind, he licked his fingers—slow, deliberate—his eyes never leaving yours.

and as if nothing had happened, he left to start his day, while you were left hot and bothered, the feeling lingering far longer than you'd like to admit.

that night, lying in your bed, your hand might have drifted past the waistband of your panties, thoughts of him flooding your mind. it felt good—too good—but it did nothing to satisfy the ache buried deep inside you.

here and there, you decided two could play this game.

when he arrived the next day, johnny stopped dead in his tracks. here you were, looking prettier than ever. don't get him wrong, you were always pretty, but this was a sight heaven worth.

you were wearing a pretty floral blouse, just a size too small. it hugged your curves in all the right ways, pressing against your chest, making it seem like your breasts might spill out at any moment. the fabric clung to the soft swell of your stomach, and johnny felt the blood rush straight to his cock at the mere sight of you.

his semi-hard cock turned fully stiff the moment he noticed the skirt hugging your hips just right, giving him a perfect view of your exposed thighs.

it didn't help that you were perched over the counter, wiping it down. johnny felt like icarus, flying too close to the sun. but if this was the price for burning his wings, he'd do it again without hesitation.

looking up, you gave him that soft smile, the same one you greeted him with every morning. but johnny was too preoccupied with making sure you didn’t notice the growing bulge in his trousers to catch the mischievous glint in your eyes.

he left as quickly as he had arrived, mumbling something about an emergency. technically, he wasn’t lying. the moment he got home, he fisted his cock with a desperate urgency, replaying the sight of you over and over in his mind until he was utterly spent.

he had felt filthy after it, like he’d done something wrong. yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop picturing you—naked, beneath him, moaning his name so sweetly. he was done for. completely gone.

he had to make a move, and soon. before he lost his damn mind.

that was how you’d found yourself sitting across from him in the only restaurant in town. it wasn’t anything fancy—more family-friendly than romantic—but it was enough.

he had rushed in that morning, eyes locked on yours with a determination that left no room for argument. he didn’t ask; he told you. he was taking you out tonight. no hesitation. no chance to say no.

it had been the first time he’d walked into your shop and left without buying anything.

it had been a lovely meal, your eyes grazing over his hands here and there. it almost seemed like he had more rings on than before.

he talked—a lot. he told you everything. about his childhood, scotland, the army, his friends, his task force, the accident. every little detail, like he wanted you to know him, truly know him.

and once you started sharing, he listened—really listened. he soaked up every detail you trusted him with, tucking them away like they were precious. how your mother had been hard on you growing up, how college had drained you until you finally dropped out and settled here, how you had met the kind old man who owned the coffee shop before you.

every little piece of your story, he kept close, unwilling to let any of it slip away.

this date—because johnny insisted it was one—felt different. you could see it in his eyes: real interest. it wasn’t like the other dates you’d been on recently, the ones where the only goal had been a warm body for the night.

you weren’t naive; you knew johnny wanted you. but for the first time in a long time, you were sure he didn’t just want to fuck you.

so when he kissed you on your doorstep, you let him.

raw passion—that’s what it was. johnny was nasty with it, all tongue and needy groans, like a starving man finally getting his first taste. like a dog that had waited long enough. it was perfect.

you had spent night after night imagining how he would be, and, of course, he shattered every last trace of your imagination—effortlessly.

the sheer force of him had turned you on instantly. he had lifted you into his arms like you weighed nothing, carrying you to the bed before tossing you onto it with ease. he looked like a savage warrior claiming his prize after a long, ruthless hunt.

as he pulled his shirt over his head and joined you on the bed, your eyes zeroed in on his neck. two necklaces swung with his movements, the soft clinking of metal filling the space between you. dog tags and a small cross—tokens of his past, his faith.

his fucking jewelry.

the sound that left you was somewhere between a moan and a whine, your thighs pressing together instinctively.

"love the jewelry, bonnie?" johnny mocked, his smirk sharp, teasing—knowing.

he was on you a second later, kissing you again, deep and hungry. the cold of his dangling chains met your cleavage, sending a shiver down your spine. you never knew something so small could turn you on, but then again, you’d never been this bothered before.

it felt rushed, your clothes disappearing quickly along with his, both lost somewhere on your bedroom floor as you explored each other with eager hands and hungry mouths.

"please, bonnie, i need ye," johnny whined when your hand wrapped around his hard cock.

you hadn't even done much, just gripped him a little, and he was already falling apart, whining so sweetly in your ear. how you ever thought this man wasn’t interesting was beyond you.

"please, baby, let me put it in," he begged again, his accent was thicker than ever, sending a shock straight between your legs. you swore you could come just from the sound of his voice alone.

his fingers sliding through your slick folds, feeling just how ready you were for him. "promise i'll tak' ma time wi ye later, but right now... please, i need ye."

it was pathetic, but you were no better.

entering you felt like knocking on heaven's door. johnny swore he died right then and there, only to come back to life in your warmth. nothing had ever felt like this before.

all the softness your body had to offer contrasted against his solid one, making it the perfect mix. his hands kept roaming over your legs, feeling your thighs, your hips, your stomach rolls—god, everything about you was just soft. he had to stop his movements for a second, scared of ruining it by coming too soon—like a damn teenager.

you had whined at his impromptu stop, and he had apologized with a hard thrust and a sweet kiss on your neck. as his movements picked up, your brain shut down—everything else faded away. all you could do was feel him. the heat of his stomach pressed against yours, the way his thighs slapped against you, the deep grunts and breathless praises spilling from his lips.

it was all too much, yet somehow, not enough.

in your hazy state, you grabbed his left hand—the one adorned with more rings—guiding it up until it rested against your neck. your own fingers wrapped around his, applying pressure, silently passing him the message.

johnny groaned at the silent request, his breath hitching as he tightened his grip just enough to make your eyes flutter.

"fuck, bonnie," he rasped, his thumb grazing your pulse, feeling how wildly it beat for him.

the sight of you beneath him, desperate for more, for him, sent a shiver down his spine. he squeezed a little harder, watching your lips part in a silent moan, your body arching into his like you couldn’t get close enough.

it had been the last straw for you—your body arched as a shattering orgasm ripped through you. the heat and tightness of you sent johnny over the edge, his own release crashing into him. his body gave out, and he collapsed, crushing you beneath him.

you moaned at the feeling, your cunt squeezing him still buried deep inside you. he groaned in response, his hands gripping your hips with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness. he never wanted to let you go.

and god, the fucker had been right. his hands were the perfect necklace.

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[novvabee]

The Wrong Color

Summary: poly!jegulily x reader, Y/N and Lily wear the boys jerseys at the Gryffindor vs Slytherin game.

cw: suggestive

word count: 1.3k

The lovely Scottish morning light was always so peaceful when it glowed through the black lake and the Slytherin dorm room windows. The light fractured and bloomed along the green bed sheets you were tangled in. It would have been perfect, if only your boyfriend wasn’t running around the room looking for all his quidditch gear.

Regulus always gets like this before games, but especially games against your rival house, the house that your other boyfriend and girlfriend are a part of; Gryffindor. You love the other half of your relationship, but man, could they be annoying. You liked the rivalry, it made things fun, especially since it was two against two, you and Regulus, and Lily and James.

Regulus was worked up last night, meaning you two didn’t get much sleep, meaning you both woke up late and now he was rushing to get to breakfast before the match. 

“You know this is your fault right?” he explained to you. “If you hadn’t stayed the night-”

“My fault?” you interrupted sounding amused. “If I’m remembering correctly, it was you begging ‘please please, I’ll do anything-”

It was his turn to interrupt you, this time with a kiss. He broke away and smiled down at you. He looked godly in this light.

“You'll be in the stands cheering for me today right?” he asked, the smile still lingering on his lips.

“Of course not! You know I can't play favorites,” you explained “Plus why would I? I hate you.” You said, joking of course.

He raised his brows and cocked his head to the side. “Oh really? Was that hatred last night?” he asked before kissing you again, laying you back on the bed and climbing on top of you. 

You really wish you could stay like this, but you giggled and pushed him off, swatting at his arm saying “You’re already late! Go!”

He took your command and breezed out the door of his unshared dorm room, a perk of being a prefect. 

Right, now it was your turn to get dressed, only you and Lily had been scheming. You were going to show up in James’s spare Gryffindor jersey, and Lily in Regulus’s. You had always just worn your own house colors or the correlating boy's extra jerseys, but you and Lily wanted to see their reactions. 

You pulled on the red and gold, pairing it with some jeans and converse, a very casual, very James look. You looked at yourself in the mirror, it felt so unnatural, but that was the fun of it.

You met Lily outside your common room before heading to the stands to get a good seat. 

  Seeing her in the green and black jersey was odd, but she was striking, as always. The green brought out the colors in her eyes, making her red hair stand out even more. She was gorgeous.

“You look good in green.” you blushed as you told her.

She scoffed as she took you in. “You look good in red,” she said. “Come on, we should get going before all the front row seats are taken,” she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side and kissing your temple. 

You two caught up with Marlene and Dorcas, both sporting their own house colors, Marlene in her own jersey, and looked at you and Lily in slight bewilderment. 

“Uh, I think you two grabbed the wrong tops when dressing this morning.” Marlene examined, raising an eyebrow at the pair of you.

You looked at Lily, then back at your friends. “Huh, guess we were rushing.” you said, smirking. Lily nudged you with her hip, but the four of you continued on walking to the pitch.

Once there, you had gone right up to your usual spot, Peter had dutifully saved you all seats. You took yours, front and center, and waited for Lily to return from the concessions stand with the butterbeer you asked for. 

You turned and made small conversations with Peter about the previous quidditch matches and yesterday's boring potions lecture. 

“Oh, uh… by the way, what’s with the uh,” Peter said pointing to your choice of jersey.

“Just wanted to be supportive, that’s all,” you said with a fake tone of innocence.

He chuckled. “Yes but, on today of all days? They might just knock each other off their brooms.” 

“Oh don’t worry, Pete,” you said, “Lily is in Regulus’s.”

All of your friends knew about your relationship, and were happy for you all. They never judged or misunderstood anything, something that your entire group of friends was known for, being accepting and understanding of all types of love. 

They did, however, love to see the games the four of you played with each other. You four were known to prank and tease and provoke each other, but it was always in good fun and always stemming from the house rivalry. Other than that, the four of you didn’t play when it came to your relationship, you were wholly devout to each other, no matter what house you may belong to. 

Lily came up the stands, promised butterbeer in hand, and sat herself right next to you. She had perfect timing, the boys were about to start playing. 

James zoomed by on his broom, Regulus hot on his tail, warming up and having some fun teasing each other before the real game starts.

“Gyffindor has this in the bag.” Lily announced to all of your friends.

“Mmm, I’m pretty sure Slytherin has the better record this year.” you replied and shot her a devious smile.

“Remind me, who won the cup last year?” she questioned, giving you the same deviousness. You replied by playfully rolling your eyes, hitting her knee with your own.

The high pitched whistle sounded, signaling the start of the game. It was an intense, brutal rush of back and forth. Both teams playing hard, fighting for the win and the glory that comes along with it. The game turned dirty and aggressive almost immediately.

The match was tied, coming down to the final moments when you watched both your boyfriends diving and spinning toward the ground before pulling up at the last minute. They were no doubt chasing after the tiny golden snitch. 

You leaped to your feet, tracking them both the whole way. James was reaching out his hand, the snitch almost within grasp when Regulus suddenly slammed into his side, knocking James away, putting himself closer to the snitch instead. James didn’t take this lightly, he zoomed back to Regulus’s side and the two shoved and shoved. You would have been more concerned, but this is exactly how each match ended, the two of them fighting for the golden ball. 

The boys rerouted their course, heading straight over the section both you and Lily were sitting in. This must have been some sort of plan devised by Regulus, because this change made James’s gaze slip, fall to both Lily wearing Slytherin green and you in Gryffendor red with big yellow block letters spelling out ‘POTTER’.

This slight break in attention, the hesitation, allowed Regulus to capture the snitch while his opponent was distracted.

You cheered and hugged Dorcas, feeling prideful for your house’s big victory, Regulus taking a lap around the pitch. Lily cheered as well, not as much as you of course, not wanting to admit defeat, but still proud of her boy. You took her by the hand and pulled her along down to the field to meet your boys.

James met you first, flying down a bit disappointed, but obviously happy for Regulus. He spotted you and immediately hugged you. This sweet gesture was a guise, pulling you close to his body only to whisper “This is your fault you know,” into your ear.

You giggled. “Believe it or not, that is not the first time I have heard that sentence today.” you said, pulling away and looking up at him. He had that smirk, that look spread across his face, one that often came after he lost. Perhaps you wouldn’t get much sleep tonight either.

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You just wanted to rile him up. Make him ache a little, stop giving in so easily. Show him that his pouty face with those baby blues isn’t all powerful like he thinks it is. You’re starting to regret that a tiny bit.

“Right there, John,” you breathe out as he pumps his hips into yours at a steady pace. His reaction is immediate; his hand comes up to grasp at your throat- applying firm, delicious pressure. He forces you to look in his eyes, “Stop fucking calling me that.” Each word punctuated with a sharp, brutal thrust as he moves your legs higher up on his hips. Your mouth drops open in reaction to his bed-shaking movements. “C’mon pretty girl, ya know what I want to hear. Say it, c’mon baby,” he pants out, staring right into your wide eyed face.

Regret may have started to set in, but it hasn’t fully won you over. Another approach, maybe?

“ah fuck Johnny, feels so good,” you manage to stutter out as he continues his punishing pace. His eyes flash with something and you think you might have won this round… until he stops. He moves to pull out, but you snap your legs around his waist before he can make it out all the way. “no, no, no! please Johnny, I’m so close. Please don’t stop baby.”

He chuckles as he drops his hand from your throat and leans down to press his body almost completely against yours. He kisses you, such a filthy and desperate display. “oh, I’m sorry baby… ya close?” His voice is sickeningly sweet as he mocks you, “if ya knew how to act right, I’d give ya exactly what this pussy needs. but yer being a fuckin brat. I just want one thing from ya, thas it. Ya need ma cock so bad, yeah? Say it an I’ll give ‘im back.” He pulls back, pushing your legs off of his waist with an ounce of his obvious strength. His dick slips all the way out as he grits his teeth and you whine. He maneuvers your legs up, hooking one into the crook of his elbow and stretching it outwards. Those fucking blue eyes, clouded over with lust, roam over your entire body. He smacks the tip of his dick on your clit a few times, before smiling cruelly up at you.

“One word an I’ll fill ya up just like ya need. Only good girls get ta cum, wan’ be a good girl? What’s ma name?” Tears are slipping from your eyes from where you’ve been forced away from the cliff of your orgasm. This is decision time, give in to that pretty face and get fucked within an inch of your life? Or say nothing and be forced to watch him jerk off on your stomach before leaving you without orgasm? Pride be damned.

You take in a shuddering breath, reaching up to card your fingers through his shaggy mohawk. You drag him close enough to kiss, and he comes willingly because he knows the battle is over, victory is his. He grins devilishly, knowing his prize is right on the horizon. You brush your lips against his before locking eyes with him and practically purr out the magic words.

“Please make me cum, daddy.” Before you can even blink, he’s fully sheathed inside you. He’s gripping the fat of your thigh and stomach by the handful. Nonsensical praise and filthy dirty talk pour out of him as he watches every last jiggle of your body’s reaction to him fucking you. He may think he’s won this battle, and sure the round may be a point for John, but you also got exactly what you wanted.

Later after he’s thoroughly fucked you, and himself, into exhaustion, you lie there tucked into his side contemplating the best method of revenge. John is blissfully ignorant to your scheming mind as he runs his fingers delicately along the ridges and rolls of your back. He presses loving kisses into your hairline, content to spend the rest of his night tucked impossibly close to your plush body. Glancing up at his unfairly attractive face, an idea forms as your eyes roam the column of his love-bitten neck… seems it might be time to see how potent John’s power is when he’s finally put on a short leash…

a/n: sorry for the poor attempt at a scottish accent :/

[self-indulgent-fanfics]

Family Matters (part two)

Sami Zayn x Reader, The Usos (The Bloodline) x sister!Reader

A/N: part one here! Reader might be a bit melodramatic, but like I said on part one, this is incredibly self-indulgent. There will be some inaccuracies in terms of who Reader is fighting, I had to fit her in there somewhere. I also am not very good at writing matches sorry.

Summary: She fell first, he fell harder. Alternatively: moments in your family’s story where you fell in love with the Honorary Uce, Sami Zayn.

Despite his title being “honorary”, Sami really was proving himself to be loyal to your family. He supported your brothers ringside, he stood by you when you were anxious about their fights, he made sure that your knee was healing the way it should. 

He even faced the Scottish warrior Drew McIntyre, the man he had run away from weeks earlier. He took multiple Claymores intended for your brothers or your cousin. Jimmy especially grew to like Sami, genuinely like him.

You couldn’t help but fall for him. His celebrations when your family won a match, his little dance when literally anyone’s music played, his big smile whenever you spoke to him backstage.

One big sticking point in your developing relationship was Kevin Owens. The man kind of scared you if you were honest. He constantly seemed unhinged, that interview with Sami confirmed that.

So when your brothers were facing off against him on RAW, you sat in commentary anxiously. You were one week away from being “medically cleared” to fight. Your knee had healed weeks ago but the company liked you and Sami’s story, and wanted you sidelined a little longer.

Your brothers initially challenged Sami to take Kevin verbally, let him know where he stood with regards to The Bloodline. All it seemed to do was piss the tattooed maniac off more.

And when Sami showed off his handshake with Jimmy, Kevin looked more and more unimpressed.

Jey was ready to kill while Sami tried his best to play mediator. Sami’s best wasn’t enough though.

Kevin stood nose to nose with your brother. “I think this is the part where we drop the microphones, get a referee out here and just fight, isn’t it?”

A ref slid under the ropes and things were official. Jey and Kevin were fighting. And you had to commentate.

Your brother was absolutely dominating the match, and you could not be prouder of him. You cheered as loudly as you could as he flew around and outside the ring to toss the big man around.

Suddenly, KO landed a brutal Swanton bomb and the match took a turn. Your brother was beginning to get his ass kicked.

The top rope dives and superkicks and last minute kickouts.This match was gonna make your heart burst out of your chest.

The moment you were certain your stomach was in your throat was when Kevin was beginning to wrap Jey up into a package piledriver. 

“No, no, no! Sami!” You called for him and Jimmy. Luckily, Sami was fast enough to distract Kevin from delivering.

As Kevin confronted Sami, practically begging his best friend to punch him, you could see the wheels turning in Jey’s head.

He kicked KO in the back and tossed him back into the ring. Then grabbed Sami by the shirtfront.

“Get a chair.”

“A what?” You started shaking your head in panic.

“Get a chair when I bring him over.”

Your fellow commentators were losing it over the mics, as they listened to your brother scheming during a fight. All you could focus on was the stress in Sami’s voice.

Jimmy grabbed the ref’s attention, Jey laid KO over the middle rope, the whole arena was filled in anticipation. You gasped as Sami lifted a steel chair, threatening to bring it down on his former(?) best friend’s head. But he was hesitating.

He couldn’t do it. You could hear Corey Graves screaming, “Do it Sami, what are you waiting for?”

The ref turned and Sami dropped the chair. You could see Jey shaking his head out of the corner of your eye.

Jimmy berated his new friend, “The plan was to hit him! What are you doing?” He began to push him in the chest, hard. 

You threw your headset off and stepped between them, “Hey! Back off and help him!” You gestured to the ring where Jey was laid out, having just lost to Kevin.

Jimmy scoffed but climbed up to check in on his twin, patting him on the shoulder.

You held Sami’s bicep, giving it a rub to comfort him. He seemed so conflicted. “I’m sorry. I know that was hard.” 

Before he could reply, Kevin called Sami’s name. They both made the “I’m watching you” gesture and Kevin smirked as he stormed up the ramp.

Jey was even more furious as he looked over his shoulder. Not only could Sami not pull the trigger, but now he had you on his arm like some princess. Like he deserved your comfort.

You hadn’t even looked at him once. Your big brother was down on the mat, and you didn’t seem to care. You just had eyes for Sami. 

When Roman asked you to be ready for a big night on Smackdown, you were honestly nervous. It could be a number of things you needed to be prepared for. 

Roman shook his head when you asked. “I can’t tell you that, tuafafine. But just trust me out there ok?”

You were incredibly confused, but Roman called you sister. Surely he wouldn’t if things were about to go pear-shaped.

Then it was time for your entrance. You walked out with your cousin and all three of your brothers, Sami directly behind you. The crowd nearly burst your eardrums as they celebrated your family. 

You were supposed to look tough and intimidating, your tank top showing off your tattoos, but you couldn’t keep the giddy smile away. Your family was on top of the WWE Universe. And you would soon join them with your own gold (so you hoped).

You looked over your shoulder at Sami, he was jumping around, hooting and hollering, hyped to be out there with The Bloodline. 

As you approached the ring, Solo and Sami sat on the middle rope to allow the rest of you through, your younger brother giving you a firm pat on the head as you passed through.

You all stood in the centre of the ring, taking it all in. Paul Heyman laid the mic in your cousin’s hand with reverence.

“Salt Lake City, acknowledge me.” Roman’s voice was stern and rough. The crowd did just that.

Paul Heyman took over, listing everyone of your family’s achievements and taunting your enemies. He even made Jey and Solo crack a smile with his gift of the gab. He introduced Solo as the new enforcer of The Bloodline, sent by the elders, and shouted you out for challenging Liv Morgan for the Smackdown championship title.

Roman took the mic back and singled Solo out to acknowledge him as tribal chief. Solo spoke for the first time to the crowd, doing just that. They hugged tightly.

Satisfied that your family had continued your demonstration of power, Roman basked in the chants of his name, dropped the mic, then nodded all of you along.

Sami snatched the mic back up. “Hey, cut the music quick.”

You had to hold Jey back as he lunged for Sami, “What are you doing, man?”

Sami backed away a bit but continued, “I know I’m not technically blood ok, but you all have taken me in like family and I just… I wanted to show my gratitude. I also wanted to publicly acknowledge the Tribal Chief.”

Roman smirked, and stepped forward, “I like you Sami, but what are you talking for right now? I mean I get it. I’ve been seeing what’s happening here. But why do you have our shirt on?”

Jey was pacing like a wild animal behind you and you could see the fear on Sami’s face. But you trusted your cousin. 

“You’ve been tagging along this whole time, like, what do you want?” Roman continued. “Actually, I’ll tell you what I want. Take the shirt off.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, so just please let me explain myself.”

You gave Sami a nod as Roman asked him to take the Bloodline shirt off again. Roman had a plan, he always did. Sami breathed heavily through his nose and began to peel the shirt off. Jey rushed forward and “helped” tearing the fabric to shreds.

You hoped your cousin would hurry up with the theatrics, Sami looked more and more humiliated the longer this went on.

“I don’t want to see you in that shirt ever again, cause I got you a new one.” He tossed it over.

Sami opened it up and it read “SZ - HONORARY UCE”.

“Really?!” He bounced around the ring, showing the words off to everyone. Roman gave the most genuine smile you’d seen on him in months, Jimmy clapped for his friend, even Solo grinned at the man’s energy. You joined the crowd in chanting Sami’s name.

He yanked the shirt over his head and ran straight to Jimmy so they could do their silly handshake. He hugged Solo, he laughed in Jey’s face, he squeezed you in a tight hug too. 

You pat him hard on the back. “I’m so proud of you.” 

He leaned back, hands still on your hips. “Thanks.”

Roman lifted the mic again, “Anything else you wanna say?” He held the mic out.

Sami grabbed it, “Yeah, I do. I acknowledge you as Tribal Chief!” He dropped the mic and launched himself at Roman, hugging him close.

Your cousin returned the hug and your heart soared. Sami was now one of you. He was a member of The Bloodline.

You couldn’t celebrate with Sami for long though, you had a fight with Liv Morgan lined up. You wanted to bring that gold back to your family desperately. She had been using her image as the “nicest girl on the roster” to cover up for how jealous she was of you and your family. You had their unconditional support, even on nights where they had their own matches to worry about. Despite her proclaimed kindness, no one was there for her when she fought.

You invited your brothers to be with you ringside. Roman wanted to stay backstage and watch alongside The Wiseman, keen to see you finally bring some women’s gold home. You also invited Sami ringside, justifying it to your skeptical family as proof that Sami was a true member of The Bloodline.

Your entrance music blared through the arena and you received the biggest pop you’d ever had in your career. You were stone-faced, working hard to hide your nerves. Sami followed next, hyping you up and handing out high fives on your behalf. Your twin brothers came after, cheering you on loudly, carrying their Tag Team belts in a show of power. Solo came last, the same look of intense focus on his face as you. He was ready for whatever you needed from him.

Solo and Sami sat on the ropes to let you through again, and you thanked them. Before they could step in the ring themselves, you waved them off. You would face her down alone. 

They retreated to stand in your corner as you shook your arms out. You needed to defeat Liv quickly. She had you beat in speed and endurance but she was no match for your strength and ingenuity.

Unfortunately, her entrance music was really good. You found yourself just that tiny bit more nervous as she slinked her way to the ring.

You heard a hand slam against the apron. You looked down to see Sami, pointing up at you. “You got this. Don’t doubt yourself now.”

You gave a tense nod, but you felt empowered, ready to take on the world.

The bell rang and you and Liv ran straight for each other. 

It was a hard-fought match, you using your strength to toss Liv around the ring, and Liv using her agility to launch herself off the ropes and run you in circles. 

You were losing steam quickly though, taking a Codebreaker that stole the breath from your lungs. Liv was setting up for a moonsault to finish the match when you heard your brothers and Sami.

“Get up! Get up, you got this!”

You rolled out the way, leaving her to land hard on the mat. She screamed in pain and you took the distraction to wrap her in your “Samoan Submission” hold (you hadn’t thought of the name, that was all Michael Cole). It was your own twist on a classic submission hold, something you would practice on your brothers when you were all little.

Your eyes were wild and you stuck your tongue out, cackling as you forced the struggling Liv to submit. She tapped your arm violently and you released her, rolling her away harshly as the announcer cried your name.

You won. You won! You fucking won!

The cheers from the crowd and the celebrations from your family faded into the background as the Smackdown title belt was laid on your knees. You held it close to your chest and screamed with joy and relief.

Quickly, you jumped up to face your brothers and Sami and you screamed again, holding the belt high. Sami was the first in the ring, wrapping his arms tight around you. You threw your arms around his shoulders, and he picked you up to swing you around. The giddy laugh that escaped you was so unlike you that it signaled something to the WWE Universe. 

Even as your brothers lifted you onto their shoulders and you held up your new championship belt, all the world could talk about was how sweet you and Sami’s celebration was. And you couldn’t blame them. You were really cute together.

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Through your phone

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Reader

Summary: johnny 100% is the type to let his s/o go through his phone whenever they wanted.

Warning: angst at the beginning, cheating not from soap or reader, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending.

Word count: 2.4K

Just something short and sweet. I’ve been really into call of duty recently and I think Soap deserves more love that’s all. Kyle too so expect stuff for him. Horrible attempt at writing for someone who has a Scottish accent

It first started slow. Practically unnoticeable.

Your boyfriend would still wake up, still give you a kiss on the head when he woke up, still eat whatever small breakfast you prepared for him and still would tell you he loves you as he rushed out the door.

But he stopped kissing you goodbye.

You didn’t think anything of it at first because he still kissed your head when he woke up and the kiss goodbye seemed so insignificant in the grand scheme of things because he loved you.

Then he stopped kissing your head in the morning and was on his phone more often.

Again you thought it was strange but not enough to have you questioning his love for you. Maybe he was just stressed out? You hoped that was the reason.

But then he started setting his phone face down anytime you got near him. He was getting distant but still had date nights with you, still cuddled with you..until he didn’t.

One night after a day of practically not saying anything to each other at all, he went to bed and turned his back to you. You watched from your side of the bed as his phone lit up a few more times before dying out yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to look through it. Even if your entire body was begging you too.

Then the days would pass where he was out the door before you even woke up or if you woke up at the same time he’d be tying his shoes already with a quick, “I’ll be working late tonight.” As the door shut behind him, leaving you feeling suddenly cold in the place you once called home.

He grew cold and distant, there always seemed to be a space between the two of you wherever you went all the while he was on his stupid phone for “work related” issues.

On those nights he was gone for hours on end you would be talking with Johnny on the phone while you cleaned the apartment that seemed darker and darker every day. Johnny had begged you on multiple occasions to leave him, that you deserved better but you dismissed him because he loved you…right?

That night when for the upteenth time of him returning home at an ungodly hour just to crash into bed, faced away from you. This time though he seemed intoxicated and he fell asleep before he could even change and that’s when you noticed the girly perfume coming from his clothes.

Your stomach churned as you sat there staring at the man you once thought you loved and after a moment you leaned over quietly and took his phone before hurrying to the bathroom and locking the door.

When you sat on the edge of the bath you noticed he changed his lock screen from a picture of the two of you to some random Lock Screen. It made you pause to take a deep breath to try and control the tears threatening to spill.

Finally, you unlocked his phone. You were surprised it was still the same. As you looked through his apps you weren’t even sure where to start when someone labeled at ‘work’ texted.

“Had fun tonight😘 same time tomorrow?”

You honestly couldn’t even say that your heart was broken. You prepared yourself for this for way too long, endured his distance for far too long. You couldn’t feel heartbroken. You just felt numb.

Even when you went through the hundreds of text messages between him and his so-called work. It wasn’t until you hit the end and saw the date of when they first started texting each other that you realized just how done you were with this relationship.

They started texting a day after your 3 year anniversary. Everything was gone, all the feelings, all the promises..gone.

You walked back into your shared bedroom to where he was still faced away from you completely oblivious to your findings but you also had a feeling he wouldn’t feel too sorry about it.

How could he sleep so peacefully knowing he was willingly destroying your relationship this entire time.

You watched him while you picked up your phone. You brought it to your ear as it rang softly. “Hello?” You felt the sudden heartbreak hit you as Johnny's Scottish voice came through. “Lass?”

“Johnny.” You whispered and you could hear rustling on his end like he was getting out of bed. “Can you pick me up?”

~~

That whole situation was what was playing through your head as you sat on the barstool in yours and johnnys shared apartment while you watched his phone light up every few minutes next to you.

Johnny was running around the kitchen preparing a dinner he had begged you to let him make when he finally took notice of his phone blowing up. “Can you check my phone fer’ me?” Your eyes shot up towards him but his back was turned towards you.

You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You didn’t want to be heartbroken again not after you got over that stupid ex boyfriend. Hell it took you almost a year later for you to give Johnny a chance, you loved him you did but the wounds were still deep.

You knew he would never cheat on you. You knew it the moment he came to get you in the middle of the night, not trying to be quiet at all as he helped you pack as much as you could and loaded it into his car. You knew he wouldn’t the moment he had brought Ghost with him to take you back to said apartment for the rest of your things the next morning and they stood by like two brooding bodyguards while your ex tried to beg for you to listen, which surprised you.

You knew he wouldn’t cheat on you when he waited patiently for you to be ready to go out with someone again.

So why was your heart in your throat?

You grabbed his phone softly, his phone lighting up again and you were greeted with your two smiling faces and an onslaught of texts from his group chat with Kyle and Simon, whom after a year and a half of dating Johnny you finally just started to call them by their real names.

“Anythin’ important?” He asked after a moment of silence. His back was still turned to you.

“It looks like it’s from Kyle and Simon.” He hummed in response before asking you to read through to see what they needed. “Apparently your captain is planning to make you all do drills when he sees you next.”

At this Johnny turned quickly, a look of disbelief on his face while he held a spoon in one hand. You almost wanted to laugh, he looked like a real housewife with the apron and all. “No bloody way. For what?!”

“Ah,” you looked back at his phone hesitating for a moment before you started scrolling further up. “Something about a prank that was pulled and now he can’t find his cigars. Simon said ‘soap fix this’”

You looked up at Johnny again to see him visibly wince. “I thought he woulda found them by now! Bloody hell, can you text back and say I’ll figure it out?”

“You want me to text them back?” He nodded like it was the simplest thing he’s asked you to do and turned back to the stove. “Are you sure?”

“Yer just replying to them before they come murder me, no pressure.” He laughed before noticing your silence and you couldn’t see the way his smile fell a little bit when he realized why you were so tense. “I’m sure.”

After a moment He heard the click of his phone shutting off and being set on the counter before he asked you to do another thing. “Can you see if there’s anythin’ else I forgot to respond to?” In all honesty he really just wanted you to look through his phone, to show you you could still trust him and that he was head over heels for you.

“Uh, another group chat with Price included sent something. Can I check?” He hummed in response and you started scrolling through to see if there was anything important. You knew any mission details are on a completely separate phone that quite literally cannot be used for anything other than talking to his task force so you never felt inclined to even ask.

“Dinners almost ready, I’ll be right back just gotta change.” He told you before running to the bedroom while you scrolled.

Anytime your name got mentioned you felt your heart clench until you read them and it was just the boys asking how you were doing. It made you feel nice. Just knowing his friends cared about you.

You’ve only known them about the year and a half you and Johnny have been dating but you’ve heard of them on multiple occasions from when you first met Johnny almost seven years ago, a year before you started dating your ex.

You couldn’t help but smile at the goofy text messages they would send back and forth until you came across a few that had you frozen to your spot.

‘Have you asked her yet?’

‘Hop to it Johnny, I’m surprised you didn’t ask her long ago.’

‘Will you tell us what she says?’ That one was price and it was followed up by a quick “of course” from Johnny before they all texted him good luck.

That was about a week ago.

Almost as if sensing your silence, Johnny came out of the room quietly. He noticed the way your mouth was agape in shock while your eyes scanned the messages over and over. And it took him a moment to realize why.

“No! Ya weren’t supposed to see that part yet!” Johnny called exasperated as he ran to you, scaring the crap out of you as you dropped his phone like it was a hot potato. “Didja read everything?” He asked after a moment of stunned silence.

He sighed when you wouldn’t even answer him and walked over to a drawer in his kitchen where he pulled out a small velvet box. “I was gonna ask ya tonight.” He mumbled softly, opening the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen.

Upon seeing the shock on your face his blood suddenly ran cold. “I didn’t just spoil it myself did I?! You did get to that conversation right?!” He was frantic but you were still frozen to your spot. It wasn’t until he brought his hands to your cheeks that you realized you were crying. “Why’re you crying Bonnie? Is it something I said? Is it too soon?”

You just shook your head as tears fell harder. “Are you serious? You want to marry me?” His eyes softened instantly and he brought you into one of his famous hugs. “Are you sure?” You whispered

“Lass, I’ve been sure I was gonna marry ya when I met ya seven years ago.” He muttered and you almost wondered if he could feel your heart skip a beat. He pulled back after a moment and picked his phone up off the floor. “Let me show ya somethin’”

You watched as he typed in a few words in the search bar of his message app and pulled up messages he still had saved between him, simon and Kyle seven years ago.

‘I swear on my mother, I’m gonna marry this girl’

‘Johnny don’t you think that’s a little soon?’ Kyle had asked him but Johnny seemed to ignore him as he sent multiple pictures of rings next.

‘Which one do ya think she’d like?’

‘Couldn’t tell you we don’t know anything about the girl.’ Ghost replied.

‘You sorry lads are gonna regret this when I force ya both to be in my wedding when I marry the love of my life’

The other two just disliked the message and that was the end.

You looked up at him in shock. “For seven years?” You whispered and he nodded softly. “Even while I was-?”

“Especially when ya were with that prick. I wasn’t gonna leave ya hangin’ to spend the rest of yer days with ‘im.” He scoffed as if thinking back to those three long years where you were in someone else’s arms.

It made you cry harder. “You waited for me?”

“Of course I did.”

“He never let me look through his phone.” You sobbed out and Johnny brought you into another hug. You felt silly, like this was such a childish thing to cry over but it just plucked all the right heartstrings for you.

“You can look through everything on my phone. I waited this long to finally be able to call ya mine. Why in the bloody hell would I screw that up?” He held on tighter. “You can even check my Snapchat, Gaz says I might have something called a snap score? Whatever the hell that means.”

He let a relieved smile come out when he heard you laugh softly before he pulled away from you and held the box back up to you. “We found each other, you just took the scenic route and that’s okay ya can make up for it by sayin’ yes.”

His eyes held so much hope in them especially when a big smile finally broke out on your face and you nodded softly, uttering a quiet ‘yes’

He felt like he could cry, “yeah?” When you nodded again he grabbed the ring and softly put it onto your ring finger, kissing your knuckles right after. “I love you.” He said pulling you into a kiss.

“I love you too.” You replied when you pulled away before a teasing smirk crossed your face. “Now let’s see what that snap score is.”

He laughed loudly as he pulled up the app, “I only really talk to Gaz and my family on there.”

“Not ghost?”

“Christ no. I’m surprised the man even has a phone.” He joked while watching you click your way through to his snapscore.

“Barely 1,000?!” You barked out laughing and he was frantic as he took the phone back. Looking between you leaned over laughing and his phone.

“What does that mean?!” He asked frantically he almost thought it was a bad thing until he noticed the way you clutched your side from laughing so hard. “Is that low?”

“So low Johnny.” You finally calmed down as you hopped off the stool. You kissed his cheek as you passed him. “God I love you. Now let’s try this dinner!”

He looked between you and his phone again before muttering, “Steamin Jesus.” To himself.

Yeah, you loved him.

[watchinghallmark]

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

A Scottish Love Scheme

Premiering January 4 on Hallmark Movies Now, and on Saturday, January 13, 8pm/7c on the Hallmark Channel.

Starring Erica Durance and Jordan Young.

Part of New Years New Movies.

[cherryredstars]

HELLO DADDIES!!HELLO DADDIES!!

if u can, can u plspls do like Graves (and Soap maybe) on how would they treat u before they start crushing??

thx very much cherry 😘😘🍒🍒 have a good day!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pairings: Phillip Graves x gn!reader, John "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I miss my COD babies!!!

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Phillip Graves

This man is totally indifferent to anyone and everyone outside of his Shadows. Sorry, love, but he probably didn't know you even existed until he started showing an interest in you. Doesn't matter if you've worked in the same base for years or have been on missions together. The second he's finished talking to you and the mission is complete, he's wiping any memory of you to make room for more important things.

He's a busy man, making plans to betray his own people under the command of General Shepard. He doesn't have time to remember any and every unremarkable face that won't be important once he and his men go rogue. Don't take it personally when you have to constantly remind him what your name is and that you have, in fact, worked together before.

Takes a remarkable amount of effort for him to memorize your name once Shepard informs him that you'll be added to their plan of betrayal. He isn't exactly sure what your role will be in the grand scheme of things. As far as he's concerned, you might just be another disposable pawn. Not worth getting to know you if you'll just end up dead anyways. However, he will admit that you would make a pretty scapegoat- for the five seconds he remembers your face, that is.

Once he realizes he likes you, it's like a switch clicks in his brain. One second he is horribly unaware of who you are, the next he is too aware of your existence. Drives him crazy that he could forget a face as sweet as yours. Your name is now permanently etched into his brain. Suddenly, you are far too important to be a throwaway soldier to their cause.

Eyes that once skimmed over you are now locked onto you. Graves finds himself hovering near your seat during secret briefings, his hands subconsciously coming to brush against your shoulders as he gives out orders. Well placed pats and squeezes that leave him craving more. He's the definition of "A fell first, B fell harder".

Definitely takes advantage of the fact that he has the most unique accent out of everyone else. Sure 141 has their different posh British accents and Scottish slang, the Los Vaqueros have their rumbling Spanish words that roll off the tongue, but none of them can replicate his sweet country tang. Drives him crazy how his accent affects you, throwing out random southern sweet talking to watch each country-laced endearment heat your cheeks. Likes fluctuating his voice, easily going from a higher pitch to a lower pitch to watch how the shift in tone has you squirming in front of him.

Don't blame him if he starts throwing hints at you about his dream of owning a small little ranch in the American countryside with a few cattle and farm dogs to tend to. It's only a coincidence that the only thing missing is a sweet thing to take care of all the housework while he works the fields and does all the outdoor labor. Did he mention how good he looks sweaty and shirtless with nothing but a cowboy hat to shield him from the sun and a pair of worn out levi's disappearing into a nice pair of cowhide boots? No, well you can always experience it first-hand if you wanted to.

John "Soap" MacTavish

The biggest flirt you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. Johnny is not scared to work his Scottish charm on you any chance he gets, even if he only sees you as a teammate. He finds it hilarious when he says something that leaves you absolutely baffled or causes you to roll your eyes.

Strong believer in the fact that you would have the hardest time figuring out if he likes you or not because he acts completely the same before and after he discovers he has a thing for you. The only difference is that he’s more of a show-off and way more energetic near you, which is hard to believe is possible, but it is.

He’s super friendly, of course. Super energetic and outgoing, always coming to you and Ghost when he’s in need of a good sparring or a buddy to go to the mess with for supper. The three of you are practically glued to the hip- Ghost a mostly unwilling participant- to the point where most people see you as best friends.

Don’t be surprised when he drops off the grid when he’s on leave, though. For all the nagging and clinginess he has on base, you’d be surprised how radio silent he is once he’s away from base. Don’t go obsessing over your phone waiting for a stray call or text from Johnny, you aren’t getting anything unless it’s a clear emergency or he’s heading back to base for deployment. Calling and texting outside the base is reserved for long time boot camp friends, family, and his Birdie, sorry. Looks like you don’t meet the requirements just yet.

This man is a kicked puppy whenever he isn't near you after he realizes he likes you. Suddenly, Ghost is always way too busy with whatever lieutenants do to spar and step away from his mountains paperwork to go to the mess. Looks like you're the only person who can help him pass the time on base. Don't worry about being too tired to leave your barrack, he didn't realize how tired he was until you said you were! Did he mention that he makes a great body pillow? You should test it out to see if the rumors are true.

Suddenly, his smiles and teasing looks are way more charming than normal. Don't ask why he's giving you constant bedroom eyes as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand, just let the intended effect wash over you. Promise that even though he's not listening to a single word you're saying that you still have his full attention. If you saw his face instantly switch to a look of mourning after one of the others joked about the two of you being best of friends, just know it's your fault because you didn't defend his honor by saying the two of you are way more than friends (despite the fact the two of you aren't even in the ball park of a talking stage).

Right before leave, Johnny is practically stepping on your heels. He's blabbering about meeting up during leave and going to a nice little pub, have a drink or two in your casuals. What's that, did he forget that the two of you don't live even remotely close to each other? Silly Birdie, didn't you know he's happening to come down for a visit. He's never been to your area before, maybe you can be his tour guide. You're too busy to hangout during leave? Well, have his personal number then! He's always up for a chat when you have the time. Don't keep him waiting for a text or a call, you might just make him die from the loneliness!