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Girl´s Night with Single Dad!Miguel O´Hara X Reader

A few months ago you arrived in this city without a job and with a room like a house but with the dream of being a great professional and working in a good company, and did you achieve it? Well... partially.

You found a good company to work for, it wasn't the position you had in mind but the pay was good and it allowed you to leave your room and be able to rent a nice apartment, nothing extravagant but cozy and with what you need. That was at the beginning of the year, when a certain company dedicated to biochemistry called you. Apparently a certain director of the company needed a personal assistant.

You didn't know that spending weekend nights at said director's house with his 9-year-old daughter watching movies and having sleepovers was part of the job description.

Miguel and you had been dating for about half a year. According to him, he doesn't remember anything and that it was all fate's plan and that's why you ended up working with him and not the fact that you told him your life story on your nephew's birthday and that the following week you received a call from Alchemax offering you a position that did not exist until that date.

Let Miguel live his story of love and destiny in peace, okay?

So now you're in what Miguel calls "biweekly meetings" that consist of the three of you spending time together at the O'Hara's house - which you'll soon be a part of - while they watch movies, do skin care routines, talk about their days, they do manicures and massages. Practically a girls' night..... and Miguel.

At first Miguel "hated" these girls' nights, because it was just you and Gabriella. He felt like he was left out and most of those nights he would go to bed after sighing dramatically as he passed Gaby's room. Miguel had been without a partner for a long time and only dedicating himself to his daughter, he felt confused. He didn't really hate those nights, he was jealous. There were weekends when he didn't want to share his girlfriend with his daughter and others where he didn't want to share his only daughter with his girlfriend and he couldn't help but feel like the bad guy until they both decided to invite him and he realized how silly it was to feel like this, he knew that neither of them was going to leave him or change.

Since Gabriela was born, he dedicated himself body and soul to her. He gave her everything she needed and pampered her too much. Miguel's relatives often told him that Gabriella was going to grow up like a spoiled girl, but how he explained to other people that despite having given everything to his daughter, he cannot fill that desire with the only thing that your daughter wants.... real mom.

Luckily for Miguel, he found those two things in you, an excellent partner and a good role model for Gabriella. He couldn't wait to give you the ring that he and his daughter lovingly selected.

"¡Vamos papá, stay still!" Gabriella was fighting with her dad to let her put a headband on him so she could put a maskface with the pritn of some princess on it.

"Hija, I don't need those things. I'm naturally handsome." You couldn't help but scoff at what Miguel said, he just turned to see you quickly and offended.

"I just coughed a little" you tried to defend yourself.

"Ajá, si..."

Gabriella took her dad's face, putting it in its place so she could finish putting on the mask while you settled behind him. Once Gaby finished putting on the mask, Miguel leaned against your chest with hes eyes close while you massaged his head.

This is just what Miguel wanted for himself and his daughter. A family, for the first time in a long time, felt that all his efforts were paying off. At last he felt that he could rest and know that everything was going to be fine, having you and his daughter close, he would lack nothing.

"AUCH" Miguel screamed in pain getting up from his place with the mask half hanging from his face "What was that?!" His gaze passed between his daughter and you. Gabriella laughed as she held a strip of wax in her hand.

Suddenly his leg burned, Miguel felt panic. He looked at his leg and just below the knee it was missing a good chunk of hair.

You definitely had the best job in the world!

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#ASK

Crayola Crayon Color Asks

Macaroni and Cheese: What makes you think of your childhood?

Spring Green: How do you relax when you’re stressed?

Asparagus: What’s an unpopular opinion you have?

Bittersweet: Has someone you loved ever hurt you?

Eggplant: Explain your url and avatar.

Outer Space: Do you ever feel like you’re an outcast from others?

Cotton Candy: What is your favorite dessert?

Freckle: Do you have any marks on your skin? How do you feel about them?

Shocking Pink: Is there a trait that you have that others don’t expect from you?

Robin’s Egg Blue: If you were an animal, which one do you think would you be?

Granny Smith Apple: What’s something everyone else likes that you don’t?

Dandelion: What’s a pet peeve of yours?

Atomic Tangerine: What gets you motivated to do a difficult task? 

Wisteria: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

Candy Apple: How do you think others view you?

Plum: Are you insecure about anything?

Sky Blue: Where do you feel the most at home?

Tickle Me Pink: How do you try to cheer others up when they’re sad?

Wild Strawberry: Do you care what others think about you?

Glossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers.

World Wide Web Yellow: What was the last thing you looked up?

Shadow Blue: Do you have a darker side to you that most people are unaware of?

Electric LIme: What genre of music do you listen to?

Night Owl: Describe a very interesting dream that you had.

Cornflower: What do you think about the most?

Grasshopper Green: Describe the area where you live.

Misty Moss: Is there anything you regret?

Tiny Toad Brown: Do you find beauty in something that people consider to be ugly or undesirable?

Sunny Side Up: Do you like waking up in the mornings, or would you rather sleep in?

Kitten Gray: Do you have any pets? If so, describe them. 

Rose Dust: Describe your aesthetic in five words or less.

Timberwolf: Do you give second chances when somebody has wronged you?

Freshly Squeezed: What excites you?

Firefly Red: What gives you purpose?

Tiny Teapot Tan: Do you consider yourself to be attractive/cute?

Rain Drop Blue: Describe the weather outside.

Sweet Pea Green: Do you have/want children?

Pussywillow: Do you like being around others, or do you like being alone?

Jack ‘O’ Lantern Orange: What’s your biggest fear and why? 

Baby Bunny Pink: Do you look young for your age, or do you look older than you are?

Mystic Maroon: What confuses you, and why?

Cosmic Cobalt: What’s your zodiac sign, and do you think it’s accurate?

Petal Pink: Describe your fashion sense as well as what you’re wearing right now.

Mountain Meadow: Do you like taking care of others, or do you prefer being care of?

Fuzzy Duckling Yellow: Is there something from childhood that you haven’t outgrown?

Brussel Sproutlet: Do you have any unhealthy habits?

Razzle Dazzle Rose: Describe an ideal date.

Periwinkle: What’s something ordinary that has personal meaning to you?

Mauvelous: Do you think you deserve a better life than you have now?

Blueberry Blue: Do you get sad easily?

Purple Mountains Majesty: How does someone earn your respect?

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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[A/N: I didn't proofread this so if you see a mistake no you did not.]

[Edit: I can't seem to add a read more option fellow mobile users I am so sorry]

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𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. I see König standing at a whopping 6'10 (because I say so) meaning he's a big guy. He has trouble finding clothes that fit his size (especially pants). He gets alot of his civilian clothes tailored or he just has his Oma [ :')] do it for him. I imagine he wears a size 49 in European shoes (16 for Americans) and he prefers boots and sneakers instead of sandals and loafers. His usual outfits include plain colored tees, a jacket (usually dark colors; black, navy blue, hunter green), sweatpants [show off that dickprint] and combat boots. König doesn't wear his hood out in public, so he settles for black or blue surgical masks. He doesn't want to draw anymore attention to himself so dressing casual is his way to go. He's got big meaty thighs and hard abs with a sharp prominent v-line (mwah) to tie it all together.

‣. König has a cleft lip! It's on the right side of his mouth, he hated it as a child but grew up to realize it was apart of him. He has scars on his forearm from a hostile trying to slash him. They run deep and it was a pretty painful experience for him (he hates talking about it and he tries to wear long sleeved clothes but sometimes the weather ends up winning). He also has a bullet scar on his thigh as well. He keeps his nails short except one or two just in case he needs to pick something or scratch. I imagine his hair to be a soft strawberry blonde color. Something like this, this, and this. Because of the military he keeps it very short but he likes when his s/o styles it around. It looks similar to these styles. Despite what canon says I say his eyes are deep green.

‣. König is a Libra! His birthdate is August 22, 1995! [I know Libra's aren't born in August but for the sake of fanfiction shhhh let's pretend it is!] Making König 27 years old; He's very mature for his age!

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ‣. König suffered from anxiety/social anxiety since he was 17 and still suffers till this day just not as much. He's able to turn it off in the field but once he's on leave and is around other civilians it comes crawling back. It has stopped him from making friends, hanging out with his fellow soldiers and even dating. He's still a virgin because of this (and because of work and him finding the right person but that's a later issue). However once you get past that shy exterior he's pretty cocky. He's proud of the fact that he is a colonel and he enjoys secretly flexing on his s/o. "Ja, I took down a group of terrorists and saved all the hostages by myself. No big deal (👀)." He's one of those quiet people who talks alot of shit in their head and sends side eyes instead of starting shit.

‣. König is relatively good at hiding his anger, especially since he wears that mask 24/7. He'll quietly brood in the corner--arms crossed giving off an aura that spooks the new recruits. He's very quiet not speaking unless spoken too or if he needs something. König is so sarcastic! He'll roll his eyes (secretly) or mumble smart comments under his breath––mocking whatever superior that pissed him off. If you're close to you him you'll notice when he's happy. He has a slight bounce in step and he walks with his chest puffed up proudly. It's a real cute sight honestly.

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. König's favorite colors are earthy tones. He likes dark woodsy green, russet and navy blue. I imagine he loves the ocean and water. Especially creeks! Winter may not be his favorite season but he loves hiking through the snow in his hometown's nature trails. He enjoys hearing the sound of the snow and dead leaves crunch under his footsteps. Speaking of hometown his favorite dishes are things like beef stew or anything meaty and hearty. He really likes homemade jams and jellys. He prefers going to the farmers market and picking up his fruits and vegetables fresh.

‣.This man's house is HUGE. It would look maybe something like this. It's super spacious with a few spare rooms for guests. König showers more than he bathes. He's legs are too long to fit which makes him have to awkwardly scrunch himself up. He isn't around much because of his work so he never took to the time to properly decorate. If you're his s/o he gives you permission to decorate. Make it look really pretty for him please. He lives somewhere a little distant from the city; closer to the country but not too far. He still wants to be close to local shopping markets.

‣.I think König would prefer a fat/chubby partner over a thinner partner. He enjoys grabbing onto their body, holding them closely feeling the warmth radiate from their body. I see him liking a partner who is quiet. Not as quiet as him because he likes when your chatter fills the silence. But someone who's able to relax and enjoy the ambience of their surroundings. Someone who is able to point out the little details in things. He wouldn't mind an outgoing s/o, someone who speaks for him when he doesn't feel verbal that day.

König was once stationed by an ocean for half a year and it was the best moments of his life. It was so calming for him. Every night he could hear the waves gently crashing against each other it always soothed him. It was favorite lullaby (after the one his mom sings).

König always has his hands held behind his back or he holds them in the front. He enjoys grabbing parts of himself it helps keep him stable and grounded. He also fiddles alot. Like he constantly stretches and wiggles his fingers. Or he lightly traces his thighs up and down with his fingers.

One of his favorite genres of music is Electro Swing. His favorite band is Caravan Palace. He loves all their albums.

100% picks people up. If you're his s/o and you're in his way he's grabbing you by the waist and gently moving you over. If you're on the battlefield god knows he's treating you like a football; bro is slugging you over his shoulder if you get injured or he's tackling you down to protect you from grenades.

If he's stutters too much in a sentence he gets really mad. He doesn't find it funny when people mock his accent. Also!! There are certain English words that König just doesn't know. He's fluent in English and can write well but there are times he gets stuck on words he doesn't recognize.

Has a thing for chubby cheeks. Also really likes chubby fingers. If you have fat fingers please give him a massage, he would love it so much. It's such a nice contrast too; his rough calloused hands compared to your soft round ones.

Looves chocolate. Especially dark chocolate, he really enjoys candy bars with nuts and toffee in them. He adores American super-sized candy bars. He also really likes twizzlers and licorice.

He doesn't outwardly smoke but if you offer he won't refuse. He's makes sure not to make it a habit (his grandmother was very upset when she caught him smoking once), he'd rather die by a bullet than slowly kill himself.

I know I said he's 27 but I imagine him to be 35 in canon.

NATURE LOVER! Bro is enamored by the beauty of his home country. He loves observing the wildlife on walks. He has a journal where he keeps different leaves from different places he was stationed at.

Good friends with Horangi. Not like BFFS (they are) but they're drinking buddies. Horangi helps König with his social anxiety and König helps Horangi not fall back into gambling.

König's favorite meat ever is lamb. He fucking loves a tender lamb roast. Gets annoyed as hell when the meat get stuck between his gums but he thinks it's worth it for the delicious food.

Pretty particular about his beers, he doesn't drink anything he's a man of class! He'll go on this super long lecture about how German brewing is so much better than other countries and that non-German beer/alcohol can't compete. Him and Soap got into an argument about this.

He keeps his area as tidy as possible. He isn't a slob but isn't a complete neat freak. If he has a bunch of random items out he'll try and keep them in a organized pile.

Sometimes he leaves his guns out around his house.

Lowkey likes being needed. There are times when his fellow soldiers ask him for help carrying extra stuff or when children or the elderly ask him to reach stuff off the top shelves. Especially likes when his s/o ask him to carry them. He'll start to puff his chest out and walk around with a dumb grin under his mask.

Type of guy to see people down an asle and wait for them to move instead of saying excuse me. [Projecting fr fr]

A real crafty individual, his hood is just a tee-shirt with holes in it. His helmet is literally a bicycle helmet he modded with military gear. König knows how to sew and he can tailor a little. He prefers taking his clothes to a seamstress or tailor because his hands are very big and sewing can a take a long time and he doesn't have that much patience for it.

He LOVED arts and crafts as a child. He would make so much shit to bring him to his mom and grandma. His grandmother still has his things till this day.

His favorite English speaking bands would be The Smiths, Boâ and The Cranberries. He likes to quietly sing to himself it makes him happy. He also enjoys 70-80s music. I also think he likes the sound of nu metal/rock instrumentals.

If he had an s/o he would love to dance with them. He would/could never dance in public but behind closed doors god knows this man would shimmy with his partner. He doesn't care if you can dance well because he can't dance well, he just wants to let loose and have fun with you.

Broke a guy's ribcage once. It was during sparring and König was pretty pissed with the man because he did something cocky and stupid that caused them the life of another soldier. He didn't receive proper punishment because they successfully completed the mission but König decided he should deal his own form of justice. By putting so much pressure on his chest until he heard a satisfying crack sound.

I think he likes apple cider.

He was raised by his mother and grandmother so he has a softer spot towards woman. He enjoys being in their company.

Smells like one of those fireplace candles or something with sandlewood and cinnamon. On the battlefield thought he reeks of blood, sweat and gunpowder.

Absolutely hates when there is dirt under his nails (or anyone else's). He thinks it looks so gross it makes him wanna vomit.

His favorite animal is probably either a bear or fox. He also likes pigs, he thinks the little piglets are so cute.

König is texter not a caller. He'll send his s/o paragraphs of texts instead of small individual ones because he thinks the notifications would be annoying and the last thing he wants to be is annoying (please convince him he's not).

He always plans out conversations in his head. Before going to check-out he's going through a mental rundown of what the total is gonna be, how he's gonna pay and what the cashier is going to say. Being in the military lowkey made this worse. He's always over analyzing conversations because he's afraid of messing up and embarrassing himself.

He likes drama movies and psychological horror. Midsommar is one of his favorite horror movies.

König has stretch marks on his thighs and legs and a little on his stomach. His growth spurt was crazy as a child.

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Quiero, necesito y exijo

I firmly believe that deep down in his heart, König is a really domestic guy, despite of his now not-so-domestic lifestyle. Yes,he did choose that life at a younger age and yes, he now is a high rank soldier with a good reputation,but back then he rather decided to go to the army because he never thought that someone could love him, grow old with him, after all the bullying he went through as a child.

But then, years later, there was suddenly you.

When he first met you, he fell in love with you like he never thought it possible. The first things he thought about later that day were how beautiful you would look in a wedding dress, how your kids would look like, how he longed to sleep beside you everything of his life. He'd imagine being called your husband, calling you his wife,buying a big house in Austria for you both to live in there and share your future life together. He would drive your kids to school each morning, he thinks to himself quietly,his heart racing. He already knows he would quit Kortac for you, find a job that allows him to come home to you and your kids every night.

He knows he would do anything for you, if you just let him be your husband.

The best husband a wife can have.

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can you write about how miguel likes to hold baby gabi shirtless for more bonding but she gets confused because why doesn’t her dad’s boobs have milk? she gets frustrated and it takes him a while to realize that gabi’s hungry.

this is so cute bcos the same thing happened to my dad w me when i was younger according to my ma 🫶🏻

"amor?" (love) you question, stepping in to the room. gabys cries never stop, even when she's sat in her fathers arms. she wants milk. you sigh and reach your hands out, taking her from him. he frowns. "why won't she bond with me?" he asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "maybe because you don't have tatas." you tease, lifting your shirt down and allowing your daughter to suck on your sore nipple. he still sighs and shakes his head. "no, no, no. it's not that... she doesn't like me." he whispered. you quirk a brow. "of course she likes you, miguel. you're her papa! i'm pretty sure she likes you more then me." you mutter, rocking her gently. he smiles at you and nods but deeply inside - he's still going to find out.

the next time he holds her with his shirt off - you're at work. finally. the first time you had gone back after being pregnant. miguel had needed to work too so he brought her with him - taking her to HQ and forcing lyla to build a hologram of a crib which could be slept in. and after a while of working, he gave up and tapped his watch a few times before the top part of his suit came off and he was left half naked. he takes gaby in his arms and rocks her to his chest, soothing her loud cries. and it's peaceful until she decides to bite his nipple. he winces but doesn't make a sound - terrified to scare her and looks down at her with a look of shock. "you really do want your mamas tatas!" he exclaimed happily, bouncing her up and down. she really did love her papa.

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I need to organize myself better with this hobby. I hadn't done it for a long time and I want to try to be constant so here I leave the most difficult task.

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Master Chief Dating Headcanons

It is not news that John is not the most social of the group. Not even from the Blue Team. That position will probably be split between Kelly and Fred. So seeing John in a relationship is something completely new and unexpected, but it was nice to see, especially for the rest of the team who jumped at the opportunity to annoy him. It's not every day you get to outsmart Master Chief.

Leaving this clear, expect a lot of doubts and awkward moments with him, not in a negative way, this is all new to him but he is willing to learn your likes and dislikes while he discovers things that the UNSC has long been in charge of taking away from him.

John can be someone quite serious but behind closed doors and among his fellow Spartans he is one of the most relaxed, you won't see him laughing out loud or being flashy but with you he feels like he can be that child he couldn't be, not in a sense of immaturity but for the first time he feels that there is someone who can take care of him.

Dating Spartan is complicated, no matter what generation is. Everyone has trouble interacting outside of their fellow Spartans. So it is not something that despairs you, you will have to be very patient if you want to have a relationship with them.

In John's case, it's probably you who initiated the physical contact part, he doesn't mention it verbally but he really likes the attention you can give him and the day you told him how much you liked his hugs, he kept asking you if you wanted one He was happy, he felt that he was doing good in the relationship.

Consent for John is something vital, he is not used to being touched in a more intimate way, so all the time he will be asking you if he can hold your hand or hug you. He does not do it out of shyness but rather out of respect for your personal space. The last thing he wants is to bother you and it's the same thing he expects of you.

He's the epitome of a provider, something he didn't even know he was. Not only in the economic and material part. He is a protector by nature, so expect him to be aware of everything that happens with you even if you don't mention anything to him, so be careful trying to lie to him or hide something from him, he probably already knows but he won't tell you anything. Maybe you have your reasons for not telling him, but be very careful with this, he may feel insecure, so it is best to maintain good communication.

Speaking of economics, Spartans do have a salary, most of it goes into savings, since the UNSC provides them with all their needs. So taking this into account and John's military rank, he has a few zeros in his pocket. So when he discovered that many couples gave each other gifts as a sign of affection, he took this method to compensate you every time he had to go on a long mission. Soon after, he practically became your sugar daddy until the gifts were enough and you decided to put a stop to it. You explained him that a hug from him after so long without seeing him was worth more than any material gift.

John, being a protector, will be watching you at any time, not because he distrusts you but because you are important to him and he does not want anything bad to happen to you, he has had enough bad things in his life, you are one of the few good things that has. He can become jealous, but he would not do anything extreme or sick, as long as your life is not compromised, in case something like this happens, he will not hesitate for a second to use all possible means to protect you, even if it means abusing his of position.

In conclusion, you are the most precious thing he has, he will not let anything bad happen to you and that is a promise he made the day you agreed to be with him. Despite his appearance, John has learned to be more relaxed and enjoy the little things more, as long as you are by his side to show him how valuable his effort has been all these years and that now it is his turn to be taken care of by someone else.

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Blue Team John-117  Fred-104  Kelly-087  Linda-058

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Master Chief relationship headcannons.

. Is kinda clueless at first, between trips in cryo and being one of the best soldiers the UNSC has he really hasn't had time to read up on women.

. That being said when he first meets you he has no idea why you're choosing to stick by him or spend any time with him.

. Once he does some research aka asking Cortana a million questions about females and how to interact with them, he feels more prepared when talking to you.

. Wouldn't know how to ask you out, once again, he's been a soldier all his life and a Spartan at that.

. Cortana would have to act as a translator at first due to John's inability to convey his feelings/desires.

. Didn't really ask you to be his girlfriend instead he just said: "Stick by me and stay alive,"

. Once you're in a relationship, however, it becomes easier for John to communicate with you.

. Is fiercely loyal, unless he has a mission, you're top priority.

. Is very protective. This man has seen hell and marched into the mouth of it countless times, you bet your boots he's gonna be protective. Someone gives off a vibe he doesn't like, they'd better not come near you,

. Is the jealous type, if another man is close to you he's on alert but remains professional. If a man is getting in your space, he's walking over to you, and if another man touches you past what is considered friendly..... someones going home with a broken hand. Fortunately, you've learned to navigate his tendencies and know they come in stages, you also can stop John from breaking bones with just a quick squeeze of the arm. John would never make you uncomfortable on purpose so if he sees that him breaking a hand will do that, he'll stand down, but he's making sure your hand stays in his the rest of the night.

. Has NO clue what cuddling is at first, he thinks it's a type of martial arts due to holding someone in various positions. You just about died from laughter when Cortana tells you that.

. Is very hesitant when it comes to physical touch. Yes, can I please get a loud TOUCH STARVED! This man has been deprived of positive, physical contact almost his whole life. He craves it so badly but doesn't know exactly what he's craving. Sometimes if you've been apart for a long period of time (missions and such) John will be trembling. Not because he's unwell, he just missed your touch that much.

. Will not/ Cannot go to sleep until you are beside him. If you come back and find John asleep, it means he barely made it out of his armor and into pajamas he was so exhausted. More than likely will wake up later, check to see if you're next to him. If you're there, he'll turn over, wrap his arm around your waist and drift back to sleep with his head tucked in the crook of your neck. If you're not, he's calling you with a million terrible scenarios running through his head so PLEASE pick up your com.

. Tends to worry, by no means is he paranoid, but if he doesn't hear from you while he's gone for an extended period of time, he's gonna worry something happened.

'She should've contacted me by now, what if she's in trouble? I can't protect her while I'm gone.'

You find it kinda cute, after a few days apart Fred one time accused him of being a lovesick puppy....... John in turn let him get stunned later on during a mission xD.

. Is a great listener, if you've got a problem, an annoying co-worker, family troubles, he wants to hear about it. While he may not fully be able to understand what you're going through, he loves to spend time with you..... even if it's listening to you rant he's here for it.

. Is totally PDA behind closed doors, this man is very strict about who sees what and is uncomfortable with the idea of affection in public. He'll hold your hand, especially if you're both in a large crowd cuz he doesn't wanna lose you :').

. He will seek you out after tough missions. If John has been on a long campaign you can guarantee there will be bad days, long fights, and times where your Spartan will come back to you a little shaken up. If you're at work he'll wait till you come to his quarters, if he's desperate he'll wait till you have a free moment and pull you aside. Once you're in a secluded area he'll allow you to remove his helmet and melt under your caring touch.

. Gets flustered easily. Despite being nearly worshipped by some of the Marines and ODST's John is surprisingly shy and not used to compliments or praise. He always thinks of it as duty-related, but when you first complimented on how beautiful you thought his eyes were.... the man just about shut down on all levels, he had NO idea how to respond so he proceeded to stammer until Cortana bailed him out. And if you give him a flirty compliment (Like on that Halo 4 armor hello.. *coughs*) He'd be bright red under the helmet and turn his head just a little. The most intimidating man in the UNSC and you've reduced him to a puddle of goo.

. Is insecure about kissing (at first....) John isn't insecure about many things... in fact, he didn't know what the meaning of the word was until he met you. So when you two shared your first kiss he was worried he wasn't good at it, or you would decide you didn't want him because he didn't have any experience in this area.

"It's okay John," you giggled looking at the flustered Spartan, "I'm not good at this either....'

But with all things John is very adaptable and a fast learner so he's pro at making your knees weak in no time ;)

That's all I've got for now! If you have any ideas for other Chief headcanons let me know! Tagging @morganas-pendragons who helped me with a few of these, love you girl.

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The Master Chief and His Gamer... Five Times.

Intro: Dove's experiences some of John's trigger points.

Many things could be said about your life, but no one could ever say it was boring. Throughout your adventures with John, you noticed more than before just how expressive he was. Picking up on his subtle movements and body language queues helped you understand how he was feeling at any given time.

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The first time this happened, the two of you had been at a fair, it was one of the first times you’d been without having to worry about your parents. The food was excellent and diverse, the attractions and rides were fun too! But you noticed throughout different points in the day that John was on edge. He was glancing around, scanning the crowds, and wouldn’t let go of your hand. You’d gone to the bathroom while John was watching the axe throwing competition and even texted him so that he wouldn’t worry, but when you came out, John was wading through the crowds of people. His eyes were wide, and he looked frantic.

“John.” You called to him, John’s head whipped around, and next thing you knew, he was standing in front of you. His eyes were too wide, and his hands were shaking. Frowning, you then led him to a tranquil section where the horse trailers were parked by a patch of woods and had him sit down.

“Breathe, John…” You instructed, taking his hands in your own. John’s heart felt like it was going to explode as he struggled to take a full breath, everything was loud yet strangely muffled, and he couldn’t stop shaking. There were too many people, too many eyes, all staring at him, piercing him with every glance,

“John…” Your voice was full of concern yet soft as you began rubbing his arm, the friction and comforting touch helping his mind to realize that he was okay, that you were okay, that nothing was going to happen. It took him a solid ten minutes, but once he’d calmed down a bit more, you were able to move closer to him.

“Is this okay?” You asked, placing your hand on his shoulder, John nodded, giving your hand a tight squeeze. Taking that as a good sign, you then reached up and rested your hand on the side of his face, John instantly leaning into your touch as you looked into his eyes.

“Let's go home.”

John initially protested, he didn’t want you to have to leave because of him,

“I’m fi-fine…. I’ll just wait in the c-car.”

“John, your not fine, and I’m not going to leave you in the car, none of my friends are here anyway, so who would I be with?”

You had a solid point, but John still felt terrible. But thanks to that rather unexpected incident, he was grateful to head home. His head was beginning to hurt.

~~~~~~~~

The second time was during a town-wide Fourth of July celebration. John had actually been enjoying himself, the crowds weren’t so big, which helped a lot, and he had fun trying the small, carnival-style games. But after dinner, when the town fireworks display began, it was a good thing he was inside. The second the first big BOOM sounded, John felt his ears pound and begin to ring, his chest constricted, and his breathing became erratic. His armor, he needed his armor! John tried calling for Cortana to warp him back, but his voice wasn’t working correctly,

BABOOM! FIZZLE! CRASH!

John couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think! His ears screamed for relief as they were assaulted over and over again, each firework sounding like a bomb going off. John felt a trickle of sweat roll down his face as he found himself curled up in a fetal position on your living room floor, screams of dying soldiers and gunshots echoing in his ears. It just so happened that you walked out of the bathroom to find John in this state and gasped.

“John!”

You dashed over to his prone form, not daring to touch him but still had an idea of what to do,

“Cortana! I need you to warp us in!”

A few hours later, you found yourself comforting a fully armored John, he hadn’t stopped shaking yet, and he was incredibly on edge. You should’ve known fireworks would trigger something. Your poor Spartan lived on the battlefield filled with explosives and loud noises. In addition to that, his hearing was enhanced due to the augmentation making loud noises even louder.

“I’m sorry, John….” You whispered, John’s armored form curled up a little tighter, his head resting on your lap, while one of his hands held yours. You wished you could take this away from him somehow. That way he didn’t feel the need to hide away or experience this type of alarm. You stroked the top of his helmet, humming softly as you did so. Even though he couldn’t feel it, you hoped it would at least provide some measure of comfort.

Next time fireworks were in the equation, John was fully prepared with soundproof earplugs, and even though he couldn’t hear your voice or anything around him, he loved seeing the colors…. And that was enough.

~~~~~~~

The third time was when the two of you were with a few of your friends at an escape room. He was genuinely excited about this as it was puzzles and a competition at the same time. He REALLY wanted to beat Molly and get bragging rights for the next couple's activity you did together. The puzzles were all seemingly straightforward and the setting was, oddly enough, your kidnapped, stuck inside an alien spaceship, and have escape. John almost found it too ironic as you. He and several other people made their way through the escape room, but what came next was a complete shock. At one point, you and John stopped to wait for the others you were with to catch up when the floor dropped out from under you. The hatch then promptly closing, leaving you and John in the dark,

John had perfect night vision, so he could see that the two of you had been caught in a trap that locked you both down in the brig, but that’s not what was bothering him. The room you were both trapped in was VERY small, and John could barely move. The second he realized this was the moment everything went south. You noticed it almost instantly, in fact, you had been expecting it to hit sooner than it did. John began to feel violent flashes of both hot and cold wrack his body, his chest seized to the point of pain, and he could feel his heart begin to race.

“John,” You began, keeping your voice low, trying to give him as much room as possible, “It’s okay, the door will unlock in…. 2 minutes, just breathe.”

John’s eyes widened. TWO MINUTES?! He needed out now! John felt a lump rise in his throat as he began to gasp and choke.

“Do *Gasp* Do-

You began banging on the door, yelling for someone to come let you out,

“Please! Open the door! My boyfriend needs help!”

John’s vision began to blur and spin as he desperately tried to get air, but nothing was working! His legs began to shake, and he was quickly losing the strength to stay upright.

“John!”

John had passed out just as the staff opened the door, causing you to go into a fit of worry, the paramedics were called, and the next thing John remembered… he was…… waking up? He was still in the escape room, but no longer in that tiny room. He’d been placed in a corner in the next room and placed on oxygen. He saw you talking to Molly and the paramedics and managed to catch your attention. In a flash, you were at his side, kneeling down beside the stretcher and gently embracing him.

“I was so worried….” You breathed into his neck, “Your pulse was all over the place, and you went pale as a ghost.”

John stroked your hair in an attempt to comfort you, feeling bad he’d worried you.

“The paramedics said once you woke up to get you home, when you’re feeling up to it, we should go.”

John nodded, sitting up slowly, his head beginning to hurt as you helped him to the car, at least he got head rubs out of this.

~~~~~~~~

The fourth time was the first time the both of you decided to watch a slightly…. Scary movie. Molly had said it wasn’t all that bad, and as the film progressed, honestly, you and John were bored.

“Watch, the killer is going to be the boy that liked her during high school and is now crazy, killer obsessed over her.” You rolled your eyes as you tossed a piece of popcorn in your mouth. John looked down at you in deep concern,

“What?” You asked, noting the look on his face. He said nothing but opted for pulling you closer.

“Aww, John it’s okay, stuff like this rarely happens in real life.” You comforted, snuggling into his side, though that had the opposite effect on your poor Spartan.

“This actually happens?”

“Well, not all the time…….. But occasionally, yeah.”

John seemed a little uncomfortable after that but continued watching the movie anyway, both of you looking back at the tv in time to see someone be stabbed through the throat, blood spurting from the open wound as the victim tried to scream. John reacted and tensed up, his hand reaching for yours as he turned his face away from the tv. You leaped into action, scooping up the remote and stopping the movie. Thank goodness there was a nature documentary on,

“John… hey, look at me… John, look at me.” You gently urged as you rubbed his arm. Noticing his breathing was beginning to pick up,

“John….”

John shook his head as he tried to clear the horrific images from his mind, the marines he’d been unable to save on installation 04, his friends that he couldn’t reach before they’d been blown to bits by canons or mowed down by wraiths. His heart throbbing painfully at the memories,

“John… come back to me, love… please.”

John gasped quietly as he jolted back to reality, finding himself wrapped up in your arms, his head resting on your chest…. When had he laid down? Several stray tears managed to escape and fall with gentle plops onto your shirt while you stroked his head.

After that, the two of you stayed away from scary movies, and poor John hated the idea of you going out somewhere after it got dark. You took a lovely sunset walk shortly after the incident and left your phone at home as you weren’t going far, only to come home to John in a near panic episode.

“I thought something had happened to you….” He confessed as he hugged you tightly against his shaking frame, “Text me next time… please….”

~~~~~~~~

Which leads to the fifth time… After you’d had your car accident, John had a habit of worrying when you didn’t answer your phone or if he wasn’t able to warp into your apartment. He hated being apart from you, especially if you were going through a trying time or if he had to be away for an extended mission. What if something happened while he was gone? What if you needed him and he wasn’t there? These thoughts kept him awake more times than he cared to admit, so one time as he was returning from a mission with a squad of marines, he tried calling you several times.

No answer…

John found this odd as usually, unless you were working, you always responded to him. He even had Cortana ping the home device you’d installed to take calls when you were away… nothing. John brushed it aside, thinking you were just busy and would call him back when you got the chance. It took him and the Marines two days to return to the frigate, and you still hadn’t called him by now John was in a mild state of panic. He’d never been one to want to be outside his armor, but he was practically leaping out of it, rushing to his room and plugging Cortana in,

“Is the console active?” John asked, his mind running through every terrible scenario it could throw at him,

“It’s active but not responding. Give me a minute.” Cortana said as she worked to try and activate the warp point. John paced back and forth, taking out his phone and calling you once again, cursing when he got your voicemail.

“Dove, I need you to answer me….” John pleaded as he sat on the edge of his bed, “You’re scaring me, sweetheart… please, I need to know your alright.”

He swallowed heavily as he hung up, feeling his chest constrict with that familiar feeling of distress. What if you were in the hospital again? What if you had been injured or worse…. What if someone–

John screwed his eyes shut as he tried to ward off the intrusive thoughts plaguing his mind. You were fine…. You HAD to be. Maybe you just dropped your phone…. Yeah, that was it. Your adorable, clumsy self dropped your phone…. Then why wasn’t the console working?? Why couldn’t he warp in? John’s mind continued to race with each possibility more overwhelming than the last. He couldn’t breathe…. He couldn’t think. Each time he tried to think of something else, the image of you bleeding or the sounds of you whimpering in pain flooded his mind. He felt trapped in his own room, the walls closing in around him and cutting off his oxygen. He took a shaky breath as he found himself sliding to the floor, cradling his head in his hands, each beat of his heart sending a shot of pain to his head. Just as he began to hyperventilate, his phone rang, and he somewhat recognized the number, his eyes widening as he remembered it was Molly’s number!

“Molly?” John asked in a panicked tone as he answered, slapping himself mentally, not intending to sound so frightened,

“John!” Your angelic voice exclaimed from the other end of the phone. John felt utter relief wash over him as he exhaled a long-held breath,

“Dove…..” He breathed, “Are- are you alright? I’ve been trying to call you for two days.”

“Oh John,” Your voice was soft and apologetic as you continued, “Yes, I’m fine, don’t worry, we had a bad storm here, all the power got knocked out, and my phone decided that now was the perfect time to fall from the kitchen counter, it was toast. I’m sorry, I was trying to find some way to contact you, but we haven’t had the electricity.”

John sighed heavily as he cradled the phone against his face,

“I’m sorry I worried you, love.” You apologized, “But I’m fine, everything’s alright… we should be getting power back sometime tonight.”

John nodded, the feeling of panic slowly beginning to fade,

“What else happened while I was gone?” He asked. He was pretty sure nothing out of the ordinary had, but he needed to hear your voice. Each slight sound, each fluctuation, and breath, he needed to hear that you were alright.

When the power was finally restored, and he was able to warp in, he nearly crushed you with a desperate embrace, his body curling around yours and never moving. Even a few days after, he still refused to be away from you. He would carry you around the apartment, and if you had to go out for anything, he went with you. He even brought you back to the frigate with him, which you didn’t mind. You were content to stay curled up in his arms and loved being able to hold and console him. After about a week, John seemed to be doing better, but still, rather on edge. It wasn’t until you got your new phone that he was able to rest easy and finally relax. Not sleeping until you were either in bed beside him, or he got a text saying that you were safe and going to bed.

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Cheff Kiss

master chief just really needs a back massage after a mission….

Anon I whole heartedly agree... I hope you enjoy ^^

“I swear as soon as I get a shower, I’m going to bed and will be unavailable for the next two days.” Fred grumbled as he, John, Kelly, and Linda disembarked from the Pelican. “My joints are stiff as hell.”

“If you’re already at that point, then we’re screwed.” John smirked from underneath the helmet, “Didn’t think we were that old.”

“That was low, even for you, John.”

John chuckled as he watched Fred rotate his shoulder, come to think of it, his muscles ached too. They’d spent the better part of this last mission in hiding, which meant he’d been stationary more than he’d cared to. He could feel it when he tried stretching his back, a flare of tension tugging along his back, neck, and even arms as he flexed his hands to alleviate some of the stress on his body. A hot shower sounded REALLY nice.

~~~~~~~

You hummed an old folk tune as you put the final touches on dinner, finding yourself in an excellent mood. I mean… you had a good day at work, an interview for a spot as an intern at the company you wanted, you took the rest of the week off, AND John was due to be home any day now. You knew better than to hope for today as it rarely happened the day he initially gave, but it added to your good mood. You nodded in satisfaction as you gave the pasta sauce a final stir and turned around just in time to see John warp into your living room.

“John?” You blinked in surprise before running over to hug him, shocked that he was home. John sighed as he allowed his body to relax as he lazily wrapped his arms around you, grateful to be back with you. Nuzzling the top of your head gently as the two of you stood there.

“Welcome home, love.” You smiled, glancing up at him before he leaned down and connected your lips, one of his hands resting on your waist.

“I missed you.” He quietly admitted, pecking your lips a few times before finally letting his arms fall,

“I missed you too.” You echoed, giving an empathetic smile as you led him into the kitchen, “I’m glad your back.”

~~~~~~

“Are you alright, love?” You asked later as John helped you clean up from dinner, “You’ve been stretching your arm out a lot.”

John nodded, feeling tired already, a hot shower AND homemade food equaled early bedtime in his mind, but he had to admit, his back was tight and a little sore.

“I’m fine, just a lot of stealth on this last mission, didn’t move around a lot.”

You partially frowned as you reached up and began to rub soft circles on the back of John’s neck using your thumb and middle finger. John shuddered and felt a slight twinge of pain as the muscles began to relax.

“Oh, my god, love…. Your so tense.” You stated, eyebrows raised in slight disbelief, “You should go lay down and try to relax.”

John shook his head, drawing you into a comfortable embrace, resting his chin atop your head,

“Not until your with me.”

So after speedrunning the dishes, you found yourself in your bedroom looking at John in concern as he tried stretching out his back and arms, wincing as he did so.

“John, your muscles are too tight right now. You need to relax them first.” You softly scolded as you sat beside him, taking his arm and gently moving your fingers up and down his forearm before applying slight pressure. John made a noise of slight discomfort but soon found his arm slowly relaxing.

“Right… that does it, you.. Shirt off and lay down.” You ordered, your brow set in determination as you got up and walked into the adjoining bathroom. John tilted his head in confusion as he sat there, watching as you returned with a bottle,

“What is that?” John asked as you set it down on the night table,

“Well, if you were already laying down, you’d find out.” You chuckled, yelping in surprise as John grabbed you and flung himself back onto your bed.

“I’m laying down now.” He chuckled, booping your nose,

“I sa-said shirt off and lay down.” You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. John smirked as he sat up briefly and quickly took off his shirt,

“You did that on purpose….” You accused as you tried to calm the heatwave your face was experiencing as you glanced at John’s well-toned torso.

“Did what on purpose?”

“You know what.” You mumbled, your fingertips barely brushing over his burly figure. John trembled slightly at your touch, his mind suddenly becoming very aware of every sound and movement as you leaned forwards, bracing your hands against his chest. John’s world slowly came to a halt as he was momentarily captured by the elaborate, colored depths that were your eyes. He’d always loved staring into them, but something about tonight, the incredible softness they were displaying, made his heart skip a beat.

“John….” You called, your voice sounding slowed and slightly muffled. John blinked several times as he came to his senses,

“Hmm??” He hummed in reply, his hand carding through your hair gently as he stared at you.

“You spaced out on me.” You smiled as you stroked his forehead gently, “I need you to turn over on your stomach.”

John suddenly remembered why you were perched atop his shirtless form in the first place and quickly obliged you, cringing inwardly at how easily he’d become distracted. His brow furrowed in slight confusion; however, when he smelled….. Mango?? Is that what it was? He then felt something slightly chilly on his back, followed by the feel of your hands.

“Dove?”

“Just relax, John….” You said as you began warming the oil by making long, very light pressured strokes along John’s back, starting the warming process for the oil. A few touches into it, and John found himself restraining groans of pleasure as you trailed your fingers up and down his spine. Your hands made practiced circular motions as you then used your forearm to create pressure on his back and give yourself a bit more leverage to begin massaging a bit deeper. As you steadily applied more pressure, your forearm moving up and down the side of his back, John couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. He could feel the tension begin to drain from his muscles as you continued to rub his back, working from his shoulders down to his lower back, then back up to his shoulders and biceps, only hissing once or twice as the muscles near his lower back were oddly tight. Those took a few minutes of your fingers working their magic to get them to relax. John hummed in delight before a string of rather embarrassing moans escaped him. Why now of all times? John’s face burned red as you giggled, moving up so that you were hovering just above his ear,

“Enjoying yourself, love?” You asked, your breath tickling his ear as he nodded, groaning once more as you applied a bit more pressure to his neck and shoulders, using the palm of your hand to relieve the aching joints.

“Dov-Dove…” John’s sultry voice sent a slight shudder through you as you continued massaging his back, “I’m going to fall asle-asleep if you ke-keep that up.”

“That’s the point, love.” You smiled as John shuddered, a breathy noise of pleasure escaping him as you then began massaging his sides, causing him to nearly purr, his body quivering underneath your touch. By the time you were done, John felt incredibly heavy, like he’d sink into the mattress and fall right through to the floor. His breathing began to even out as he felt his eyes begin to slide shut. His mind and body were now thoroughly relaxed. The motion of your hands began to lessen, and once it stopped, John woke up a bit. Where were you?

“Dove?” He called, his voice barely audible as it seemed even his vocal cords were relaxed.

“Right here, love….” You assured, kissing his head as you cleaned your hands, ensuring the oil residue was off before climbing in bed beside him, chuckling as Sam came trotting into the room.

“Yes, Sam, it’s bedtime.” You smiled as he rubbed against your hand, chirping as he walked to his spot at the end of your bed and made himself comfortable before kneading on his blanket. John made a sleepy noise of contentment as he (With a bit of effort..) turned on his side, tugging you towards him with now pain-free arms. He was so tired that all he could manage for a thank you was brushing his lips over your neck before his head hit your shoulder with a soft *THUD*.

“Hehehe…. Your welcome, my love.” You snickered, kissing the tip of his ear. “I’ll see you in the morning.”