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[vcnillazelda]

tattoos

simon riley x reader

summary: you colour simon’s tattoos during a briefing.

tags: secret relationship, soap being soap, ghost and soap’s bromance bc they need more content together, tattoos, me going feral over simon’s tattoo bc slfnndkdhsbrkci, rudy is reader’s bestie, alejandro is grumpy, he’s just not a morning person, gaz is just there

wow 2 posts in one day 😍

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simon’s sat down, eyes scanning over the room. price was waiting for everyone to get in the briefing room and settle, reading over his notes which gave simon a brief time to settle in. sitting in crowded rooms always made him anxious, even though he knew everyone in the room, it was still nerve-racking. you take a seat next to him, giving him a wide and friendly smile as soap takes the seat on his left. rudy, being close to you, sits on your other side and simon gives him a short nod. the two weren’t close, rudy always got uncomfortable around simon, but you two were best friends so simon tried coming off more friendly. the spanish man smiles awkwardly, looking at his lap as he fiddles with his pen. you snatch up the highlighters in the middle of the table, as per usual, and start doodling slightly on your notes.

soon enough, price starts the briefing, yet simon’s watching you. you’re drawing a little frog, colouring it in with the highlighter, then you glance up at johnny and add on a little mohawk. simon smiles at the sight of the soapfrog drawing. you carefully peel the sticky note from the pad, pushing it over to soap who accepts it and smiles a little, trying not to laugh. on the note below it, you start doodling a little stereotypical sheet covered ghost. simon rolls his eyes, looking back up at price, who sounds tired considering it’s 6 am. the feeling of a pen on his forearm makes simon jump a little, and he looks down. you’re colouring his tattoo with expert precision. the flames decorating his tanned skin are now highlighted orange, and simon moves his arm a little over to allow you more room. you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat. he sits completely still, as if he moved anymore than breathing would disrupt your work. you shuffle a little next to him, nudging your chair closer so you had more room to colour him in. eventually, you tap his wrist and he flips his hand over, pretending to roll his eyes as you start on the other side of his hand. the feeling of the cool tip of the highlighters was rather calming to him, albeit the smell was making him a little dizzy.

the briefing is taking forever due to some technical difficulties and everyone’s getting restless. price had stepped out to get someone more suited with tech, and you had moved on from highlighting simon’s tattoos to doodling upon the back of his hand. johnny notices, smiling a little. “can i have a go, l.t?” he asks teasingly, making alejandro and rudy glance up from their phones, gaz had his head down on the table and you all assumed he was asleep. “no.” simon deadpans, and you snort a little. “aw, but l.t-“ johnny is cut off by a glare, and he raises his hands in fake surrender. “draw on these, johnny.” you say, pushing your sticky notes over. johnny nods, drawing a poor image of you, rudy, simon and alejandro as stick figures. simon glances down at his hand, you’d drawn a tiny version of him, it was cutesy and he adored it. (he silently makes a note to take a picture of it later in private so it wasn’t lost forever). you had also drawn a cat wearing his mask as well as a little bar of soap next to the cat. “you have a notepad, y/n.” alejandro tells you, and you nod. “i know.” you reply, voice rather innocent considering alejandro was speaking to you as if you were a child drawing on the walls.

“ghost isn’t a notepad.” alejandro scolds, and you shrug. “he doesn’t mind, do you simon?” you smile at him, and he shakes his head. “look at his forearm.” you grin, holding his hand up so everyone in the room could see. “jesus christ…” rudy mutters, hiding a laugh behind his hand as he looks at alejandro’s unimpressed expression. the older man sighs, running a hand over his face. “look.” soap says, showing his tiny drawing of the crew. “aw that’s so cute.” you laugh, and johnny grins. “is that meant to be me?” alejandro asks, accepting the drawing from the sergeant. he shows rudy who laughs fully. “you’re built like a square, coronel.” rudy teases, pointing to the little angry face on the drawing. “i can see that, pendejo.” alejandro gently whacks rudy with the notepad, and he laughs more. you’re laughing as well, and simon presses his knee into your leg. you look at him and smile, hand slipping under the desk to rest upon his thigh. your fingers run soft circles over his pant leg, massaging the muscle. simon practically relaxes right there, leaning into you a little more. it wasn’t that obvious, so you nudge him back playfully. “how do you have so much energy in the morning.”

“me and rudy have been up all night, we’re both piped up on 12 energy drinks- each.” you reply, smiling brightly. “jesus christ… get some sleep tonight, yeah?” simon tells you, his hand squeezing yours. “i can’t when you’re not there.” you respond, frowning. simon feels his heart squeeze. “i’ll see what i can do.” he mutters, the room falling silent as price steps back in. “right, shall we carry on?” the captain asks, and everyone mutters in agreement. gaz raises his head groggily, letting out a soft “wha’..?” price rolls his eyes, continuing with the briefing. simon sits silently, hand encasing yours. occasionally, he glances down at the doodles on his skin. he was truly in love with you and all the weird little antics you had harboured over the years. no matter what, the two of you would always belong to each other, and you could always draw upon his arms.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #mw ghost #ghost cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #:// 🍨 rudyyyy <33 #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

[vcnillazelda]

Could I ask for ghost x fem reader, or just reader in general. They're dating but she's extremely scared of bugs and Simon is just laughing at her as she yells for help because there's a spider in the bathroom? Sorry if it's too much or away from your rules. I don't know what your rules are. :) :/

simon riley with a gf who has entomophobia

tags: entomophobia (obviously), established relationship, fluff, protective! simon

a/n: aaa dw this is fine!! as someone with a phobia of moths i can write this easily haha

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as soon as this man hears you scream then call his name he’s running to the bathroom

he’s thinking the worst like there’s a home intruder so he’s 100% ready to fight

instead he finds you cowering in the corner with a hand on your chest, your eyes are wide and you look like you’re about to start crying

he’s immediately by your side asking what’s wrong

when you tell him about the bug he just blinks and stares at you for a moment

instead of teasing you or anything like that, he simply stands, locates the bug and puts it outside

when you’re more calm he asks about your phobia, wondering where it came from

you just state it’s been there since you were a child and you can’t stand bugs being near you

from there on out he prevents any bugs from getting near you. this man has a personal vendetta against them at this point

before any critter can even get into your line of sight he’s got it and putting it outside/killing it

if you’re in the task force with him he’ll tease you a little, joking about how he’s seen you take down fully grown men yet you’re scared of butterflies 😭

never lets soap find out, bc that man would chase you around with fake bugs for fun let’s be honest

learning about your phobia leads him to open up about his, it’s a nice bonding experience :)

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #ghost x reader #mw ghost #ghost cod #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

[vcnillazelda]

Hi there! An idea crossed my mind. How would 141 and König react to the reader bringing an abandoned kitten she rescued during a mission, hidden to the base? I kept imagining her avoiding them and even keeping the cat hidden inside her clothes on some occasions, afraid that if they were discovered, they would confiscate her new pet.

(I might add that both the reader and the characters have a crush on each other, but neither party suspects it until this cat incident.)

kitty

könig x reader

summary: you’ve been acting strange after getting home from your last mission, no one seems to notice except him.

tags: pining, könig is absolutely oblivious, fluff

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könig’s gaze is following your every step. this is the third cup of milk you’ve gotten within a few hours, and you’ve been shrugging it off as ‘cravings’. könig was confused. you’ve never drank milk by itself, you lever touched it unless it was for cereal. getting up, he follows you to your room, knowing that your lock was broken. “mein fruend?” he asks, opening the door to your room. you jump, almost dropping the cup as you cradle something to your chest. “könig! why uh- why are you here?” you ask, hiding the something from his gaze. “what are you doing?” he asks, stepping towards you. “nothing!” you yelp, averting your gaze from his. “jeckyl…” he mutters, voice low. the way your call sign rolls off his tongue in that accent makes you shudder. “it’s nothing.” you reply, shying away. könig blinks, assuming he’s making you uncomfortable he takes a different approach. (my friend?)

sitting down, könig gently touches your arm, trying to see what you were hiding. “what do you have there?” he asks, thumb subconsciously stroking the skin under your short sleeve. “nothing- nothing…. it’s nothing, don’t worry.” you stammer, drawing away a little. “what’s gotten into you? are you sick?” the austrian man frowns, pressing his cool knuckles to your flustered forehead. “i’m not sick..” you reply, voice soft. “then what’s wrong?” a tiny white and orange head peeks up from under your arm, interrupting your conversation. könig blinks, visibly taken aback by the tiny kitten. “please don’t tell anyone..!” you beg, head falling to his shoulder as you close your eyes. “eine katze?” he mutters, offering his hand to the kitten who scrambled to get into his palm. it was quite a chunky little white and orange cat, too young for könig to determine the breed, it’s little body barely spills over the edges of his hand. “where did you get it?” he asks, and you sigh. “i found him on my last mission…” you mutter, pulling away. (a cat?)

“i wont tell anyone…” he mumbles, and you visibly perk up. “really..? you wont?” you ask, eyes widened a little in surprise. “nein. i wont.” könig assures you, gently stroking the cat’s head as he purrs loudly. “why did you hide this from me?” he asks, and you sigh softly. “i was afraid you’d turn me in…” you mumble, watching the kitten in his hands. “i would never turn you in, schön.” he whispers, voice delicate and caring. it makes your heart flutter and you want to kiss his pretty lips. “könig…” you trail off, and he simply smiles. you lean in a little, yet remember yourself and push back. könig’s brows furrow a little yet before he can ask the kitten flops off his palm dramatically, rolling off his thigh and onto the bed. you pick him up, gently stroking his little head as you think. “i’ve been meaning to ask you something, can i? whilst i have you here..?” you ask softly, he smiles. “of course. you can ask me anything.” his hand meets yours to assure you, yet it only flusters you more. (no / lovely.)

“um… i uh- fuck.” you take a soft breath, and könig grows worried. had he done something wrong? his mind speeds ahead with constant thoughts of what could possibly be wrong. “könig.. i um… i really like you, and uh… i was just wondering if you feel the same way…” you mumble, looking away. all thoughts stop, and könig blinks at you owlishly. everything he felt for you before comes flooding to him in a realisation. he didn’t just love you as a friend, he didn’t just cherish you as an ally. he loved you, genuinely loved you. how stupid of him to not realise. “you- you don’t have to, könig. i’m so sorry- i’m so embarrassed. just pretend i never said that-“ you ramble, cradling then sleepy kitten close to your chest. “no- no, no no!” könig scrambles, gently grasping your arms. “schön, i feel the same…” he admits, and he feels so relieved. you must feel relieved too, because you let out a soft sigh, slumping against his chest. “thank god- i was worried i ruined everything.” you mumble, and he sighs softly. “you could never ruin what we have, meine maus…” he mutters, leaning in and gently kissing you lips. (lovely / my mouse.)

your hand comes away from the kitten as you cup his cheek with your palm, kissing back gently as if you could still ruin everything. “ich liebe dich, meine maus.” he mumbles, slightly crooked nose gently nudging yours. you smile, kissing him once more. the saccharine moment is interrupted by the kitten mewling, his tiny paws slapping at your chest. “sorry, sweetie. you must be hungry.” you mumble, and könig chuckles. “let me help you, maus.” he whispers, fingers softly stroking your cheek. “thank you, könig, truly. you’re amazing.” you beam, kissing him again. (i love you, my mouse. / mouse.)

#könig x you #könig x reader #könig x y/n #könig mw2 #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig call of duty #könig modern warfare #könig call of duty #konig x y/n #konig fluff #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

[vcnillazelda]

hi :) i wanted to request some simon riley x male reader where the reader is drunk and confesses to simon that he’s in love w him while simon is walking him home or something but the reader is so drunk and doesn’t realise he’s talking to simon himself and hes like like “shhh you can’t tell simon tho” yk? and simon also likes the reader and simon is just kinda smiling finding this all very adorable and the reader is talking about how adorable and funny he thinks simon is and simon is quit flustered cuz usually ppl are scared of him but the reader isn’t and even thinks he’s adorable and the readers is also quit clingy and close w simon and a couple days later simon confronts reader (who doesn’t remember this anymore cuz he was so drunk) and it ends w fluff/ smut (if you don’t feel comfortable w writing smut it can be just fluff<33) thank you<3333

pining

simon riley x reader

summary: after a year of pining for each other, everything finally comes out

tags: gender not specified (implied as male but can be read as any) :), drunken confessions, mutual pining, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), blowjobs/face fucking, rough sex, size kink bc he’s fucking huge let’s be honest, sir kink, dumbification, no prep, clinginess, aftercare, fluff, first ily’s

minors please dni

a/n: this is so cute skdjkdj

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“i think you’ve had enough, sergeant.” your lieutenant states, pulling the glass from your hand. you frown, leaning against the table. “no, i’m totally fine!“ your protests go unheard as simon grasps your hand. “i’m taking them home, they’ve had enough.” he tells the group, who nod. “nooo…” you whine as the larger man drags you from the bar. “you’re so mean t’me.” you frown, not letting go of his hand. “is that so?” he looks at you as you nod. “yea, you never let me stay out with the others. it’s not fair. i wanna spend time with him!” you sigh heavily and simon’s interest piques. “with who?” he questions, knowing full well he’s invading your privacy whilst you’re drunk. “with ghost..!” you slur out, stumbling a little. simon’s hand catches you before you fall, steadying you as you let out a soft ‘thanks’. “he’s so lovely, y’know?? so sweet and huggable and kissable, i just wanna smooch him.” you giggle, continuing your walk home with your friend.

“you love him?” ghost asks, not trying to sound too hopeful. truth be told, he adored you and wanted you for himself. “definitely. simon’s so kind to me. he’s so sweet..! don’t tell him i told you this.” you press a finger to your lips and simon nods. “i wont tell a soul.” he assures you as you noticeably slow down a little. you scrub your eyes, sighing. “m’so tired…” you mutter, and simon seizes the opportunity. “let me carry you.” he suggests, and you nod a little, opening your arms. simon hoists you up onto his back, arms wrapped around your legs so you wouldn’t fall as your own arms curl around his broad shoulders. “you’re tall…” you whisper, hiding your face in his neck. simon’s stomach explodes with butterflies as he feels your soft breaths through his hoodie. “mhm.” he hums, thankful you can’t see how red his face is.

after walking a few blocks, he feels a soft hiccup, assuming it’s because of the alcohol you drank until he feels a few tears dampen his shoulder. “what’s wrong?” he asks, and you hum a little. “sorry… just thinking.” you reply, raising your head to wipe your eyes. “don’t be sorry. tell me what’s wrong.” whilst he’s awful at comfort, simon can admit he’s a good listener. “it’s just…. do you think simon loves me too?” you ask, voice sad. “of course i do. i think he loves you more than you realise, he’s just too scared to tell you.” he responds, voice low. “thank you… i needed to hear that…” you mutter, head falling to his shoulder. you’re sound asleep, and so simon continues walking home. after tucking you up in your apartment and leaving a glass of water on your bedside table and putting your keys back by the front door, simon leaves to his own home, his mind racing with your confession.

after a few days, he finally sees you again on base. you’re happy, as per usual, yet acting as if you never told simon anything. it confuses him for a second, then it dawns on him that you didn’t remember a single thing from that night. it saddens him to know that you poured your heart out to him yet didn’t remember it, but he’s too scared to confront you about it in case you state that he’s got it all wrong, after all you were barely sober that night. alas, he doesn’t push you away nor pretend to want to, he just goes about his days as if you never said anything to him. during the late evening, you’re currently sat upon his desk, chatting away and using some hand gestures as he hums, not entirely listening. simon’s too busy thinking about how gorgeous you look, as well as that damned night he hasn’t been able to get out of his head. it’s consumed every waking moment of his days, he’s completely clouded with love. “y/n.” he states suddenly, and you freeze. “what’s up?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“i um… are you sure you don’t remember anything from that night we went drinking?” he asks, and you nod. “yeah, why? did i say something stupid?” you reply, and he shrugs a little. “it wasn’t stupid, it’s just… you’re a very… emotional drunk.” he replies, hating how he’s stammering a little. “simon what’s wrong? if i said something to upset you i want to know.” you frown, hopping off his desk to gently grasp his arms. his breathing hitches softly and he prays you didn’t see it. “it’s not that you upset me, it’s just… well…” he averts your gaze, uncharacteristically nervous all of a sudden. “y/n… do you have feelings for me?” he asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. you pale a little, eyes widening. “oh- simon i’m sorry i didn’t mean to say all that..! i’m so sorry.” you reply hastily, and his world feels like it’s crashing down. “so you don’t?” he asks, trying to keep his composure in check.

“of course i do… i really do. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.” you pull away, back hitting his desk. simon let’s out a sigh, muttering a soft ‘thank god’ under his breath. you didn’t hear it, eyes looking into his. “i’m sorry, simon. i can go..?” you gesture to the door of his office, yet he shakes his head. feeling a boost of confident knowing your mutual feelings, he pulls of his mask. your eyes widen and you go to avert your gaze. “simon??” you ask, yet he steps forward, capturing your face in his hands as he kisses you. you’re a little startled, your hands resting upon his shoulders, yet you’re quick to melt into his affection as your feelings multiply. “i really like you too, y/n…” he mutters, hands grasping your sides, pushing you up onto his desk with his body. “simon…” you whisper, fingers gently stroking his cheeks.

“you’re beautiful.” you tell him as he hums, kissing you again. the motion is more needy, desperate and your arms wrap around his neck. teeth clash as tongues meet, all that tension you both felt melting away as you indulge one another. “i need you, right now.” simon mumbles, voice gruff and husky. “me too..” you respond, leaving wet kisses along his jaw. his hands pull off your clothes, relishing how your body looks as his hands roam. “simon..” you mumble, tugging his shirt a little. he immediately strips it off, a little self conscious about the scars adorning his figure; yet you smile and give them soft kisses. sinking to your knees, you kiss the one on his stomach as your fingers undo his belt. he shuffles his pants off, letting them pool around his ankles as his hardening cock throbs in expectation. he’s been picturing you before him like this for many nights, and it’s all much more beautiful in real life.

“do you want this?” you ask, eyes peering up into his- it drives him mad. “yes.” he nods, and with his confirmation you take off his boxers, grasping his cock with a firm grip. his breath catches as his hand tangles into your hair as your tongue swirls around his head, collecting the precum drooling from his reddened tip. his hips immediately snap into your mouth, hitting your face. you don’t stop him, in fact your slender hands grasp his hips to pull him in with each thrust. it’s driving simon wild. he moans softly, his cock fucking into your pretty mouth the way it had in his dreams, his dick twitching as you hum softly around him, the noise vibrating straight to his balls. his high is rapidly approaching yet he doesn’t want to cum yet, pulling from your mouth roughly, ignoring how your teeth gently scrape over his sensitive skin. “get up.” he commands, and you immediately oblige. just as you go to kiss him, he turns you around, bending you over his desk.

the excitement you feel is at it’s peak as simon rests your hips upon his desk, enjoying how your feet barely brush against the floor. “don’t even think ‘m gonna fit.” he mutters, fingers brushing over your hole as you clench. “please, i need your cock in me right now.” you beg, not caring about anything else as lust blinds you. simon chuckles softly, pressing his wet tip to your hole. he knows the door to his room is unlocked, anyone could walk in to find you all whored out on his desk, it’s thrilling. “please simon, please i need you.” you beg, hole desperately trying to suck his tip in. simon smiles, slowly pressing into you as you moan, fingers scratching at his desk. you can’t help but lean forward as his cock impales you, yet simon grabs your hips and pulls you back. you’re panting and whimpering as he allows you to adjust for a moment, walls gripping the intrusion tight. “loosen up for me, baby.” he mutters, voice strained slightly. you do your best to do so, yet the sting of your needy hole being stretched by his shaft as he pushes in makes you clench again. “i’m not gonna tell you again.” he demands, and you sob a little at the pain. “m’sorry, sir. i’m sorry.” you blubber, twitching around his cock.

without much warning, simon begins to thrust. it starts slow but hard, tip ramming into that sweet spot, making you see stars. “oh- fuck..!” you wail, yet his hand comes around to clasp over your mouth. “shut up or someone will hear you.” he snaps, and you whine against his palm. slowly, he releases your mouth, listening to your soft moans as he fucks into you. “faster- faster, sir please.” you whimper, hips raising off his desk. simon indulges you, his hips slapping against your ass with each quick thrust. you bite your hand, moaning loudly against your skin. “well done, stay nice and quiet. we don’t want someone walking in now, do we?” he coos, hand gripping your hair and tugging your head back, affectively arching your spine so he could continue to hammer into that sensitive spot. you keen, hands gripping his desk as you try to steady yourself as well as keep the table from knocking against the wall, knowing full well there’s a room adjacent from it.

his cock fucks into you so hard it forces you back down onto your stomach, your hips lifting off his desk once more as simon slips a hand under your abdomen to pleasure you. you moan louder, squeezing tightly as simon grunts. “you feel so good, sir..” you tell him, voice wavering as your legs spread to give him further access to your throbbing sex. “shh. someone will hear you.” he hushes you once more, skilled hand tipping you over the edge. you cum hard, trembling as you sob, your cum dripping off his desk and onto his floor, leaving behind a puddle. “well done, baby. you’re doing so well for me.” simon keeps going, pulling more and more cum from your shaking body as your pleasure continues to rise. the liquid gushing from you almost stops as simon pulls his hand away, yet the harsh thrusts against that bundle of nerves deep in your core causes your cum to squirt out, hitting his thighs and dripping down. “fuck- you look so hot like this. i’ve dreamt of this for so long.” simon grunts, hand pressing to your back to force your chest to be completely flat against his desk, his other hand keeping your hips elevated. “i cant- sir, please i cant- it’s too much..!” you sob, yet simon doesn’t falter as he continues to chase his high.

as soon as you orgasm once more, simon cums inside of you, moaning softly as his cock twitches, the sticky substance leaking from your abused hole as soon as he pulls out. “well done, love. you did so well for me.” he mumbles, easily scooping your limp form into his arms. you snuggle to his chest as simon cleans you up using his discarded shirt, loving how your sensitive area twitches when he touches it. “that was literally the best sex of my life.” you giggle, and simon let’s out a soft chuckle. “happy to have provided.” he mumbles, putting you on his bed. he’s quick to clean your cum from his desk and floor with his dirty shirt, throwing it into his laundry hamper. “c’mere.” you mumble, opening your arms to him. simon immediately obliges, getting into bed with you. “i love you, simon.” you mutter, and he hums. “i love you too, sweetie. get some sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.” he mutters, hand rubbing your back as you cuddle into him. “g’night, si.” you slur out, completely falling asleep. “goodnight, baby.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #ghost x gn reader #simon riley x male reader #simon riley x gn reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #mw ghost #ghost smut #simon riley smut #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty #minors do not interact

[vcnillazelda]

alarm

bradley bradshaw x reader

summary: you call bradley on a fateful night.

tags: established relationship, house burglars, protective! bradley, bradley’s such a good bf, he’s bf material, mild angst, happy ending

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you turn off the tv; bored of the news of two burglars terrorising the area. the chances of it happening to your street was one in a million. stretching, you make sure the front door is still unlocked so bradley wasn’t locked out for the night; he was out drinking with his friends. you know jake, bob and natasha were there, yet you weren’t too sure if mav and some others went too. it wouldn’t be surprising if bradley invited them, he liked socialising with his squadron outside of work.

walking through to the bedroom, you turn on your bedside lamp, settling down as your new puppy, arno, settles back down on his bed. he was a pup you and bradley adopted from the local shelter, hes a dachshund pup, and had a tiny wheelchair for his back legs. the second you saw him you begged bradley to get him. bradley agreed as long as he got to name him, which you agreed to; so he chose arno for its meaning, eagle. you should of known he would of chosen something to do with flight.

arno let’s out a soft snort, sleepy eyes staring at you as you smile. “c’mere, arnie.” you pat the side of the bed, watching the puppy get up, waddling over as his little wheelchair squeaks a little. you giggle, scratching behind the tiny dog’s ears. a noise interrupts, and you look over to the door. the front door closes and heavy footsteps wander through the house. you smile, assuming rooster was home and would come join you, then a second pair of footsteps grows closer as an unfamiliar voice mutters a few words. you panic, grabbing arno and your phone, hiding away in the closet. you curse yourself as you realise the lamp is still on and you probably couldn’t risk going back out in case the stranger came in. your hands tremble as you cradle arno close, who licks at your fingers and neck in an almost comforting way. with your other shaking hand, you call bradley, making sure your phones on silent.

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bradley laughs, putting his nearly empty glass down. he hadn’t drank much, so he was definitely coherent as he listens to natasha’s story. his phone rings in his pocket, and he excuses himself from the table when he realises it’s you. his teammates smile at him understandingly, and he ignores jake’s little taunt stating “he’s in trouble” to the others. “baby? what’s wrong, it’s late.” bradley asks, making his way to the door so he could hear you better. he hears a soft hiccup and his worry increases. “baby? i can’t hear you, are you okay?” he asks again, and this time he presses a hand to his other ear as he walks outside. “bradley, are you home??” you ask, voice trembling. “no, baby i’m still at the bar. what’s wrong?” bradley glances back to his friends who are all chatting. “there’s people in the house, bradley i’m scared..!” you whisper yell, breaths hitching. “what?! are you hiding? are you safe? do they know you’re there?” he asks desperately, running back inside to grab his jacket. the group all glance up curiously. “just stay there, baby i’m coming okay?” he tells you, trying to reassure you as he hears you weep a little. “what’s wrong?” natasha asks, and bradley briefly pulls away. “emergency.” he states simply, not bothering to say goodbye properly as he runs from the bar.

bradley runs five blocks to get there, not bothering to hang up so you could probably hear him running, he’s out of breath and his chest burns. sure enough, the front doors open a crack and his stomach feels like lead. he hangs up, entering the home with confidence. he spots a silhouette in the hallway, shouting out to them. the intruder peers around the door, eyes wide with surprise. “get outta here!” bradley snaps, storming forward. the burglar dodges, running straight out the house with whatever he had grabbed. the second your scream meets his ears, bradley runs to the bedroom, bursting through the door. the second burglar is pulling you from the closet, and in the struggle you drop your phone. bradley catches a glance of an ongoing call with 911, and relaxes. he focuses on the stranger, grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him away from you, shoving him to the floor. bradley, blinded with rage of the idea of the person hurting you, he lands punch after punch on the guy; who wails and tries to scramble away. the sound of you crying makes him stop, not to mention the guy had gone limp and he didn’t want to kill him.

“baby, c’mere, it’s okay.” he whispers, carefully wrapping his arms around you as you cradle arno close. “i’m here, baby girl.” bradley tells you, as you wrap an arm around him, still holding your puppy. pulling away suddenly, you grab your phone, standing carefully on shaky knees with bradley’s help. “i’m here..” you tell the operator, following your boyfriend out of the house. “everything’s fine. my boyfriend is here; i’m okay.” you state, sitting on the wall outside of your home; shivering a little in the cold air. bradley drapes his jacket over your shoulders, rubbing your arms as arno wiggles to get out of your grasp. you carefully put arno down on the wall, keeping a hand on his side so he didn’t wander nor fall. “they want to talk to you brad.” you mutter, offering your phone.

bradley nods, taking the phone. “hello?” he greets, and the operator immediately responds. “hello, sir. are you bradley?” she asks, and he nods a bit stupidly considering she couldn’t see him. “yeah, i’m bradley.” he replies, and he hears some typing. “can you confirm what happened tonight?” the operator asks, and he subconsciously wraps his arm around you when you rub at your watery eyes, rubbing your arm to soothe you. “yeah, of course. i was at the bar with some of my colleagues when i got a call about 10 to maybe 15 minutes ago from my girlfriend saying there were people inside our house, i came home and scared one off; the other is knocked out in our bedroom.” he explains, watching arno sniff around the edge of the wall. “how did you get home?” she asks, and he nods again. “i ran. it’s about five blocks from the bar. i didn’t drink much so it wasn’t too bad.” bradley recounts how many drinks he had, he only had a whiskey and coke and two shots.

you sniffle a little, leaning into bradley as he continues to answer the operator’s question. your body absorbs his warmth, yet you still shiver under his jacket. his arm tightens around your shoulders, squeezing you closer. sirens signal the police’s arrival, and he’s able to hang up now that the operator’s job was done. “c’mere, pumpkin i’ve got you. are you hurt?” bradley asks, cradling your tear-stained face. “no..” you mumble, cuddling into his chest. “i’m so glad you’re here.” you sniffle. bradley nods. “i’ll always be here for you, baby girl. always.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun fluff #top gun fic #top gun x you #top gun x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x y/n #rooster top gun #rooster fanfic #rooster x you #rooster x reader #rooster x y/n #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 top gun: maverick

[vcnillazelda]

Im imagining a k9 hybrid reader (average anime cat boy basically but dog) being assigned to ghost for training and ghost referring to him as “pup” and aaa

puppy love

simon riley x m!reader

summary: your new trainer gives you some praise

tags: not established relationship but can kind of be read as such, k9! reader, not canon compliant, pet names, collars, praise, nightmares cuddles, fluff, short but sweet

a/n: not the usual request i would do but this was too adorable to pass up

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your eyes are completely trained on his hand, awaiting the signal. ghost was always keeping you on edge, wanting you to learn the suddenness and abrasive nature of fighting on the field. as soon as his hand twitches your ears twitch too, ready. ‘go’. with that hand symbol, you run a lap. “good boy.” he states when you come back, you smile as his rough hand pats your head. “thank you, sir.”

“ghost. call me ghost.” he insists, walking up the chilly field and back to base. “of course.” you follow immediately. you followed ghost everywhere, having been assigned as his new k-9 unit. he’d never had one before, so this was new for both of you. “do you have any experience in the field?” he asks, and you shake your head. “no, sir- ghost.” you correct yourself, and he hums. “be ready for absolutely anything. people are harsh.” he tells you, and you falter a little; quickly falling back into step behind him. the warmth of the building makes your ears’ fur puff out, it made you a little self conscious as you lift your hands to try and flatten it. “come on.” ghost tells you, and you realise you had fallen behind, jogging to catch up.

you enter the room you share with ghost, stretching a little as he takes off his gear. “are we done with training?” you ask, voice hopeful. “for now. you’ve got a long way to go, but we’ll pick it up again tomorrow. it’s getting late.” ghost responds, and the room falls quiet. you sigh, sitting down on the bed and carefully massaging your burning thighs. running wasn’t your favourite activity by far. you preferred the climbing course you did with ghost last week. “get up.” ghost commands, and you immediately stand. “sorry, sir.” you bow your head, missing how he rolls his eyes. ghost settles into his bed, as he always did half an hour before lights out. he liked winding down before actually sleeping.

you technically didn’t have a bed yet, but simon let’s you curl up at the end of his whilst the higher ups worked on finding a spare bed for you. joining abruptly wasn’t really a good thing, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t like it here. you take your position by the bottom of his bed, back pressed to his legs as you completely still your tail, not wanting to bother ghost. it seemed, in your many hours with the other man, he liked his downtime a lot. he barely got it, and you didn’t want to disturb that. minutes tick by, and you exhale sleepily, falling asleep.

a sharp kick wakes you with a gasp as you fall off the bed. you whine in pain at the sudden thud, which seemed to have woken ghost. you sit up, watching his rapid chest heave with every breath- he’s hyperventilating. a nightmare- you were used to seeing them, you even had a few now and then, yet seeing simon ‘ghost’ riley in such a timid and vulnerable state was heartbreaking. you get up onto the bed once more, curling into his side and resting your head upon his chest. you heard that dogs help people with anxieties, and hoped it would help simon even if you were still a hybrid. slowly, simon calms, hand coming up to rest on your head, fingers combing through the fur of your ears slowly. neither of you say anything for a moment.

“thank you, sergeant.” he mutters, seemingly embarrassed about being seen in such a state. “no problem, ghost.” you reply, voice soft and gentle. you didn’t want it to seem like you were judging him. “simon.” he mutters, and you peer up at him. “it’s simon when we’re in private…” he adds on in a soft whisper. “okay, simon.” you respond, your chest ignited. his hand continues to gently stroke over and behind your ears, it’s comforting and has you almost falling asleep. remembering yourself, you dart away. “i’m sorry, sir… that was inappropriate of me.” you stammer, going to get up. simon’s hand stops you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back down to his chest. “stop it, pup. it’s fine.” he states, and you sigh. in a way, you’re very relieved that simon wasn’t upset with you.

“are you not hot..? in your mask?” you ask, fingers gently brushing over the skull print balaclava. “it’s fine.” he states, seemingly unaffected. “oh…” you respond, hoping he would catch onto your attempt at unmasking the ghost. he must of heard it all before. catching you by surprise, simon pulls his mask off, and you observe his face in the darkness, soaking in every scar, freckle and inch of skin on his visage. he was gorgeous. it was a massive leap in your relationship, and so, to try and show an equal amount of trust, you take off your collar. simon let’s out a soft laugh, pulling you close to his chest. “thank you, pup.” he mumbles, and your heart swells. “for what?”

“trusting me.” he responds, hand rubbing your back gently. “and for helping me. you’re too sweet…” he trails off, and you feel a little bad. “you shouldn’t be on this task force, nor with me. i’m a dangerous man.” he states, and you sigh. “i want to be here, with you. i was assigned to you and i’ll be by your side until i can’t be anymore.” you reply, arms squeezing him tightly. simon let’s out a soft sigh, gently caressing your face. he doesn’t say anything, in reality he can’t find the words to express how he feels, he just hopes you know it. “you’re sweet.” he mutters after a while, and you smile. “thank you, simon.” you respond, and he sighs. “get some rest, pup. you’ll need all the energy you can get for your exam tomorrow.” he states; and you nod.

“of course… goodnight, simon.” your eyes close, and you feel a very gentle kiss brush over your forehead. “goodnight, pup.” he mutters.

#cod mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley x male reader #simon riley imagine #cod mwii #mw ghost #cod x reader #cod x male reader #mw2022 #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

[vcnillazelda]

alive

simon riley x reader

summary: you almost die on a mission

tags: near death experience, angst with a happy ending, hospitals, hand holding, hurt/comfort, cuddles bc ik y’all crave it, f! reader, also very stubborn! reader, jealousy at the end but it’s not too bad

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your heart beats below his fingers and simon lets out a soft exhale. it’s not that he doubted your condition, he just needed to see it for himself. simon hadn’t gotten to visit you since the mission, but now you were in safe hands he could relax and sit beside you. his heart aches for you, and he clutches your hand tight. “i’m sorry, sweetheart.” he whispers, blinking. his mask feels stuffy in the warm room, yet he doesn’t care enough to remove it, even when the paint around his eyes begin to smudge and fade. you hum softly, head rolling towards him a little as your body shuffles to sink further into the cardboard-like mattress that was your hospital bed in the infirmary. simon sighs, running his fingers over your knuckles. you twitch a little, hand flexing under the feathery feeling of his touch, and simon lets up, not wanting to disturb you.

“simon..?” you mutter, voice thick with medication and sleep. “i’m here, doll.” he responds softly, and you hum. “hi, there.” you smile a little, not bothering to open your eyes due to the heavy lead feeling on them. “how do you feel?” simon asks, and you hum. “not too bad… i’m on some heavy meds.” your lips twitch upwards once more and simon huffs out a small laugh. “i can tell.” his hand squeezes yours, and you let out a soft exhale through your nose, body relaxing. “don’t get all depressed, si. it’s not my first time in here.” you state, and he hums. “i mean it, y’know.” you finally open your eyes, poking his forearm. “i know you do.” simon states, eyes soft and doe-like. “good. just because i got hurt, doesn’t mean you’re at fault. we all got separated, there’s nothing anyone could of done.” you reply, smiling a little.

there’s a small silence between you both, and yet it’s not uncomfortable. “you’re impossible, y’know that?” simon mutters after the silence fades with the sound of footsteps walking past. “i know.” you respond, closing your eyes once more as you settle beside him. with that, you fall asleep. simon stays by your side for as long as he can before the doctors kick him out, knowing full well he’d be back in the next day after every little job he had to do was settled.

simon comes back after his shower, which he took after training, his hair is damp under his hood and his actual mask is gone, leaving him in the balaclava he wears under it. you’re awake this time, yet relaxing as your fingers run over the bandages. “hello, sweetheart.” he mutters, and you open your eyes. “hi, simon.” the way his name rolls off your tongue makes him smile. “you need to rescue me, si. recovery is so boring.” you joke, going to sit up. simon gently pushes you back down, sitting on the chair beside you. “hey, now. recovery is important. i don’t want any lasting injuries on you, okay?” he mutters, and you sigh. “stop agreeing with everyone.” you roll your eyes but he can tell you’re joking because you break into a grin and kiss his fingers.

simon let’s you talk about things, noting every little ‘get well soon’ gift and card you had gotten. he has to get you one too… “so, yeah. that’s how i broke my arm on the first day of training.” you sigh, and he hums softly. “sounds rough…” simon sympathises, and you hum. you know better than to ask him for stories in return, anything he told you would be of his own accord when he was ready. “johnny dropped off some book, but you know how i am…” you trail off, and simon rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah. where is it?” he asks, and you point to the bedside table. “in the top drawer. thanks, si’.” you grin widely as he picks up the book, one he wasn’t familiar with, and opens the cover.

you had fallen sound asleep just after simon had finished reading the fifth chapter, and so he put the book down and lifted his mask a little to gently kiss your forehead. he doesn’t leave just yet, he had nothing else to do, and so simon sits and watches over you, keeping a close eye on your vitals and the machines around you. you seemed to be doing well, but simon knows how easily it would be for you to take a turn for the worst; he’d seen it before and truth be told, it terrified him.

simon gets the news that you’d flatlined then been resuscitated from johnny, and he drops his firearm, startling poor gaz who was trying to get some tips. he sprints through the base, ignoring the worried looks and anyone trying to stop him. barging into your room, simon sees price already there, arms crossed as he watches the doctor test your vision with a pocket light. “just keep following the light here, you’re doing well…” he mutters, watching your eyes carefully. “everything seems to be okay… that was a close call.” the doctor stands upright, and price speaks up. “do we have to send her home?” he asks, and you tense. “i don’t want to go home..!” you frown, but the doctor sighs. “if it continues to worsen you might have to.” he replies, and you sigh. “simon..!” you silently plead, plead for him to take your side, and yet he sighs too. “you should listen to them, they doctor’s right.” you frown at him, turning away. simon’s heart aches, yet price pats your shoulder gently. “don’t worry about it, kid. they’re just looking out for you.”

simon moves out of the way to let the two leave, sitting beside you. “hey..” he mumbles, gently grasping your hand. you don’t respond, clearly upset. simon wants to yell at something, someone, yet not at you, he’d never raise his voice at you. “please talk to me.” he begs, squeezing your hand a little. “…i don’t want to go home.” you mumble, and he nods a little. “i know, but if it gets serious you’ll have to go to an actual hospital.” simon responds, although he’s also dreading the idea. “how did this even happen?” he asks, and you shrug weakly. “i’m not sure… it just did- i went to take a nap and i woke up to a damn defibrillator shocking the life out of me.” you frown, leaning into him, head resting upon his broad shoulder. “how do you feel now?” simon asks, moving his hand from yours to rub your back. “my chest hurts and i feel dizzy… the doctor said it’s because i got zapped back to life.” you sigh, and he hums. “as long as you’re alright…”

“i want out of this damn room, simon.” you complain. two days had passed and you were on the up and up. “i know, doll.” he responds, waiting for you to be quiet so he could go back to reading the book you were quite interested in. you sigh, pulling his other hand up to your cheek. you’re pouting, and he sighs. “it’s not so bad, darling.” he mumbles, and you scoff. “it’s awful… i wanna go back to normal.” you reply, and he hums. “well, you’ve gotta get better first.” simon looks at you, and you crumble a little under his gaze. “okay, okay…” you surrender, falling quiet once more so he could continue reading.

simon sighs as he enters your room, glancing to your bed as he goes to close the door. you’re holding onto your iv, knees trembling as you stand. “poor timing…” you mumble as your lover immediately swoops over, sitting you down. “poor timing my arse, what the hell are you thinking?” he demands, and you sigh. “i’m bored, simon! i want to do anything else than lay in this damn bed all day!” you complain, and simon sighs. “i spoke to the doctor before coming in, okay? you’ll be out soon.” he assures you. “that’s what they said two weeks ago then i fucking died.” you snap, and simon flinches. “si’…” you trail off, voice small. “no, no… i get it. it’s hard.” he responds, sitting beside you on the bed. you frown, leaning into him. “i just wanna leave, simon…” you whisper, and he nods. “i know, doll. not too long now.”

weeks pass, and you’re increasingly bored. you’ve always been a soldier that enjoys inserting yourself into situations, especially during training. you were practical and many praised you for it. simon brings you whatever he can to keep your sanity in check, he even tries getting you to knit to try and involve you in something. you’re become more irate and upset with every day, so simon backs off a little, cutting down his working hours on base to bring you books- only to read them to you, but it was something. so, when the day the doctor states you’re fit to leave back onto base, you’re elated, a wide grin on your face as you snatch up your belongings. simon keeps his hand close in case you fell, still unsure of you leaving early, but the doctor pulled him aside and stated it was just for your mental health and that he’d keep a close eye on you.

you sigh heavily as simon helps you into your shared room with the lieutenant, watching you flop onto your bed with a grimace. “careful. i don’t need you going back in so early.” he mutters, painfully aware of the stitches on your side which trailed to your stomach. “yeah, yeah. i’d rather get sliced up and nearly bleed out again before i go back into that damn infirmary.” simon sighs at your blunt words, sitting beside you. “let’s hope it doesn’t come to that again, yeah?” he mumbles, and you soften up. “sorry…” you reply, muttering. “it’s okay…” simon sighs, letting you tug him so you were both lay on your bed. “let me see your pretty face…” you mumble, taking off his mask for him. simon smiles, kissing your lips sweetly as your thumbs gently run over the faded scars on his skin. “that was the worst part of staying in there, i couldn’t see you properly.” you mutter, kissing him again. “shush.” simon whispers, coddling you close to his chest. “it’s true..” you respond, squeezing his waist a little as your head rests against his chest. eventually, you doze off, wrapped up in his arms.

when simon wakes up, he shuffles a little. you’re tangled in his limbs, head still pressed to him, fast asleep. it feels good to have you so close once more. you whine softly in your sleep as simon moves, clinging on tighter. he stills, letting you settle before getting comfortable again. “stop moving..” you mumble, burying your face into his neck. “sorry.” simon exhales, resting his chin atop your head. “s’okay.” you reply, falling back asleep.

you wake up to an empty bed, yet no beeping. sleepily, you stretch and yawn, wiping sleep from your eyes. “simon?” you ask, sitting up. you look over, seeing him doing his morning exercises. “morning, doll. sleep well?” he asks, as if he wasn’t lifting his entire body weight up on a doorway pull up bar that he had attached to the bathroom of the room. “yeah, fine.” you mumble, taking your sweet time appreciating how his back muscles rippled with each swift lift. “you look good.” you compliment, enjoying how he falters for a split second. “knock it off, i have to finish this.” he scolds, yet there’s no sternness in his words. “yes sir.” you stand carefully, sighing. there’s a knock at the door, and so you open it whilst simon gets down. “hello, doctor. thought i had escaped you.” you say smoothly, and he smiles. “you thought wrong.” he replies, entering the room.

his latex gloved hands are cold as they run over the sensitive wound, you can see simon glaring at the doctor over his shoulder. it almost makes you laugh. “the stitches aren’t ready to be removed yet, but they should be after a few more weeks. meaning no training.” the doctor tells you, drawing your gaze to his face. “right.” you nod, feeling a little dejected as the doctor starts wrapping your stomach back up. simon stays quiet, brooding at the fact another man was touching you so intimately. you giggle softly, excusing yourself as ‘ticklish’ when the doctor raises his brows. “all done. i’ll be back again tomorrow to change your dressing and check on you.” he states, bidding farewell as he leaves.

the door clicks shut and you laugh openly at simon, who scowls. “stop it.” he grunts, walking over and engulfing you into a hug. “you looked so upset. it’s funny.” you giggle, pulling up his mask to kiss him. his lips are desperate and hard against yours. “you don’t have to be jealous simon,” you coo, fingers brushing over the scars upon his cheeks. “i’m all yours.” you feel his lips twitch up slightly as he kisses you again. “i know you are.” he replies, pulling you down so he could coddle you whilst there was still some time in the morning’s free period. you tangle your legs with his, fingers running over his chest as you push your head under his chin, completely content with the position. “i love you, simon.” you mumble, smiling widely to yourself. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #mw ghost #simon riley x reader #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

[vcnillazelda]

hey bubb!!

if your requests are open, could u write (if ur comfortable with) something about ghost x shy/civillian f!reader?

i hope that ur having a wonderful day and thank you!!x :)

my lovely

simon riley x reader

summary: simon comes home to you.

tags: civilian! reader, shy! reader, established relationship, fluff, marriage, domestic fluff bc i crave it didnjfjsdo

a/n: this is adorable gocjdidkkd. we’re getting to the point where we have to reuse gifs so i’m sorry about that 😭

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“my love?” a familiar voice calls. you perk up, putting your phone down. “simon?” you call back, and surely enough your husband peers into your shared bedroom. you smile brightly, getting up hug him. his warm arms wrap around your waist, scooping you up so your legs wrapped around his hips as the two of you finally reunite after six grinding months of not seeing each other. “i missed you so much..!” you tell him, squeezing him tightly. simon chuckles softly, kissing your temple as he carries you back to bed. “i missed you too, love.” he replies, setting you down as he changes from his work clothes. “do you mind if i shower?” he asks, soft brown eyes looking at you and you feel yourself falling in love all over again. “of course not, go shower. you deserve it.” you smile, and simon nods, giving you a parting kiss before heading to the bathroom with clean clothes.

he takes 15 minutes, immediately coming back to you after drying his hair properly. “come here..!” you smile, opening your arms to him. simon climbs onto the bed, kissing your lips sweetly. “i missed you so much.” you mumble, cusping his cheeks. “i missed you too, baby. i’m happy to be home again.” he sighs, weight pressing onto you. you hum softly, burying your face into his neck as simon lays atop of you. “how’s your six months been?” he asks, gently stroking your sides before rolling onto his side of the bed. you follow him, curling into his chest. “lonely.” you pout, it’s quite dramatic but you have to admit you were very lonely when simon was away. “m’sorry, baby.” he mumbles, kissing your pouty lips. “it’s okay. it’s your job, and i promised to always wait for you.” you smile, kissing over his jaw. “yet, i have to admit… recently i’ve been worried… you’ve been away for a long time simon, and without much communication. i’m scared i’ll get that news..” you whisper. simon grasps your chin, pulling you to look at him. “i would never leave you.” he declares, and you sigh. “you can’t control that.” you mutter, yet simon doubles down. “i will never abandon you, baby. never.” he states, kissing your lips.

“simon…” you frown, burying your head into his shoulder as his hand rubs your hip slowly. “don’t go all shy. i haven’t seen you in months.” he chuckles, kissing your neck. you hum softly, staying snuggled into his body. “i’m afraid of losing you, simon.” you repeat your worries to him, and simon sighs. “i wont die on you. you keep me going.” he replies, kissing your forehead. “i’ve had nightmares about it… i wish you could stay here longer.” you sigh, closing your eyes. “i’ll see what i can do… i want to be here with you.” simon responds, hand slipping from your hip and rubbing his back gently. “you don’t have to…” you mutter, shrinking into a small ball in your lovers grasp. “i want to. i want you to be happy.” simon practically purrs, kissing your forehead. “i love you…” you whisper, face ablaze with how flustered you had grown. simon let’s out a soft laugh. “we’ve been married for four years and you’re still so shy.” he muses, kissing your lips. you break into a soft smile, kissing him again. “get some rest, love.” simon mutters, lips gently pressing to your forehead.

“only if you’ll stay with me.” you respond, hands slipping under his shirt to massage the taunt muscles in his back. “i promised to always stay with you the day we got married.” he whispers as you relax further against him, fingers rubbing deep circles over his aching back. he hums softly. “i love you simon.” you mutter, kissing his slightly exposed collarbone gently. “i love you more, love.”

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #mw ghost #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost fluff #simon riley x gender neutral reader #simon riley x gn reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x gn reader #ghost mw2 #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

[vcnillazelda]

general dating patrick bateman hc’s

tags: mild toxic relationship & misogyny, protectiveness/possessiveness, jealousy, mentioned cheating

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he rarely lets you leave his apartment

he has enough money to support the two of you so in his mind you don’t have to work

plus, if you’re female, he will want you to be a housewife ngl (he just likes the idea of being the breadwinner in your relationship)

this doesn’t mean he completely isolates you tho, when he’s there you’re allowed to go, but he doesn’t worry as much (even if he won’t admit it) if he knows you’re at home

you can pretty much only leave if he’s with you, so if you go shopping he’s coming with, if your friends are taking you out to a party he’s stuck to your side like a parasite.

if you left without him bc he was busy, he’d probably blow up your phone asking where you were, if you were safe and if you needed him to come and get you.

he’ll try to play it off somehow, but you know he’s just protective

if someone flirts with you, they’re probably gonna go missing

he won’t ever tell you that he kills people, but does warn you of his homicidal tendencies/thoughts

will never admit that he likes spooning you

if you ask for cuddles he’ll look at you as if you’re an alien, but if you just do it he won’t stop you

is a good cuddler too, he’s always warm and comfortable and his lithe arms are always secure around you

will low-key brag to his coworkers about you when they talk about their partners

at first, he dated you for status so people would stop trying to set him up on dates, meaning he was quite cold in the beginning of your relationship

but he does genuinely grow to love you in his own weird way

#patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman x female reader #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 slashers #// 🍨 patrick bateman

[vcnillazelda]

fireworks

simon riley x reader

summary: simon’s scared of fireworks.

tags: ptsd, emotional hurt/comfort, gun warning, reader almost gets shot but not really, implied past trauma, simon’s a mess, ending kinda sucks but i just wanted to get this out </3

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bang. it’s all you’ve been hearing for the last hour. constant banging and flashing lights and flickers outside your apartment window. you were higher up in the complex, so any lit fireworks would end up right next to you. simon wasn’t here, well, he was, but you couldn’t find him and you were worried. you’ve checked every room, every nook, every cranny; even under your own bed for your boyfriend, but nothing came up. you were more stressed over his mental state, with him coming from a distressing background as well as being a soldier. you wished that you two had stayed at his place instead, but it was hours out from where you both were and the two of you had already settled down earlier in the week. plus, your apartment was closer to the rest of the task force compared to his quiet cabin in the woods, and they’d want both you and simon to visit often for ‘family dinners’ as johnny liked to call them. it was genuinely an excuse for them to meet up outside of work but you went along with it anyway for simon’s sanity and social meter.

speaking of the man, you had checked high and low. he was 6’4, so there weren’t many hiding places he could have in your small apartment. his keys were still in their usual spot near the door and his combat boots were tucked away neatly so he couldn’t of gone out. you’ve tried ringing his cellphone but it must be off and now you’re sat on the couch completely stressed and on the brink of tears worried sick about him. a sudden idea hits you just as another big firework pops and although it’s stupid you go through with it anyway. you walk through to your shared bedroom and over to the closet, it wasn’t very big but if simon really tried he could squeeze himself in there.

slowly, you pull the door open, and a gun raises to your chest. you tense, freezing and carefully showing simon your palms. there he was, like a terrified child, curled into himself and clutching his pistol like it was a lifeline; brown eyes as wide as saucers as he stares at you. “there you are… don’t worry, it’s just me. i didn’t mean to scare you.” his eyes soften and he lets out a shuddery breath of realisation that he almost shot you. “i’ve been worried sick looking for you.” you explain, carefully pushing his gun to the side until it hit the wall of the tiny closet. simon clicks the safety into place and drops it, engulfing you into a tight hug. simon wasn’t all that clingy as a lover, if you excused the light touches, grabs and the way he’d linger in your personal space when he wanted attention; but it was rare that he’d fully initiate any hugs. they made him a bit uncomfortable sometimes, but he couldn’t get enough of you and the way your body warmed his up, the way your arms squeezed him reassuringly.

you pull his head to your chest, kissing his head gently as simon lets out a shuddery exhale, clinging to you as if he wasn’t twice your size. “relax, si’. it’s just noise. nothings gonna hurt you, i promise.” you whisper to him, and he flinches as another firework goes off. “i’m sorry.” he mumbles, squeezing you tightly. his voice is weak and he feels pathetic but you simply run your fingers through his hair and hush him. “don’t be. you’ve got every right to be afraid. i used to be afraid of thunderstorms.” you admit and simon let’s out a dry chuckle. “i also was afraid of the dark until i met you. when we first shared a bed i was clinging to you like a damn koala because i was so afraid, and i didn’t want to admit it, but as time went on i knew you’d protect me, so it’s not too bad anymore.” you mumble, your voice soft and sickly sweet. simon’s heart flutters. he buries his face into your neck as multiple fireworks are set off in a chain, and you squeeze him gently, rubbing soothing circles upon his back. “it’s just noise…” you repeat, carefully rocking with him to try and soothe him completely.

simon loosens his grip on you a little, and you practically let go of him as he pulls away, cupping his face with your hands. he still looked stressed, but he looked better. “thanks, doll.” he mumbles, and you peck his lips gently. “it’s okay. nothings gonna hurt you.” you assure him, brushing the pads of your thumbs over his perfect cheekbones. simon hums against you, hands grasping your waist on instinct. he chases your lips when you pull away, giving you a few more short kisses before pulling away as well. you smile. “do you want to lie down?” you ask, standing with him. simon gets up on shaky knees and hums. “not yet…” he mutters, and you nod, bringing him to the couch instead. he’s jumpy and flinches every time a firework is let off, the ones that screech get him the worst and you can’t help but feel bad as his trembling hands grasps yours. “sit here. i’ll make you some hot chocolate to make you feel better.” simon sits down, but grabs your hips so you’re stood in front of him. “don’t go.” he mumbles, lip trembling slightly. “i’m not going anywhere, okay? i’ll just be over there.” you point to the kitchen, luckily your apartment was open planned.

simon hesitates, but lets you go, honey brown eyes watching you walk to the counter and prepare two mugs of hot cocoa. you seem fluent in the motion, pouring the kettle and adding a dash of milk into each so it was smooth. you add some marshmallows to both, as was tradition when one of you was upset, and head back over to simon. he accepts the warm cup in his cold hands and you can see the tears threatening to spill over his waterline. “oh simon.” you mumble, leaning against him carefully. the pressure against his side helps him calm down, and he clutches the mug so tightly you’re convinced the ceramic might break. another loud firework crackles through the night and simon flinches, dead ducking instinctively. you, balancing your mug upon your leg, give him a side hug; rubbing his side gently. simon lets out a shuddery breath, clearly trying to calm himself down as you lean your cheek against his shoulder, legs crossed. you don’t say anything, and you don’t have to, your presence is enough to soothe him.

“i’m sorry.” simon mumbles, voice broken. “don’t be. everyone’s got a phobia, love.” you respond, kissing his shoulder. “it’s not even a phobia, it’s just…. overwhelming, i can’t stop thinking about him and my job and it’s just… it’s too much.” you know simon hates talking about his father, but you know everything he’s been through and it makes your heart ache. “simon, i promise you that man will never get near you ever again.” you mumble, squeezing him gently. “thank you.” he replies, leaning into you. you have to be careful with simon when he’s overwhelmed, he’s always on the verge of shutting down, so you have to be patient and quiet. you sip your hot chocolate as simon sits and stares, and you’re scared he’s completely shut down. “speak to me, si’.” you whisper, running your spare hand down his back. “i’m scared.” he hates admitting it, but it’s better than nothing. “i know.” you reply, voice gentle and soft. “i just.. i hate this. i hate feeling like this.” simon adds on, and you nod. “i know, simon. it’s getting late so they’ll probably stop soon.”

simon hums, and you fall quiet, observing him. he’s hunched, trying to make himself small and it pains you to know he’s reliving the time at his childhood home. “you’re not there, simon. he’s nowhere near you. if he ever walked through that door i wont hesitate to swing. you’re completely safe.” your comment on fighting his father makes him chuckle, and you double down. “hey, don’t laugh. johnny’s taught me some techniques so i could definitely take him.” you puff out your chest and simon glances at you, seemingly more relaxed. he laughs gently at your attempt at looking tough and leans over, gently kissing you sweetly. “thank you, love.” he mumbles against your lips, you smile. breaking away from the kiss, you gently kiss his cheek. “don’t know what i did in a past life to deserve you.” he mutters, and you hum. “you’re a good man, simon.” your reply makes him glance away, and he nods slowly. “sure.” he isn’t sure of it; but you double down with some sweet words and a soft kiss. “drink your hot chocolate, before it gets cold.” you scold, and he chuckles.

the two of you sit and you decide to distract simon with gossip from your workplace. he still flinches with every firework, but you’re helping him and he focuses on every word, absorbing all the information that he wouldn’t need in his line of work. lord knows he’d gossip to johnny about it. (“did i tell you about my lady’s workplace? yeah jenny’s done something now.”). you didn’t care, it wasn’t confidential, you worked at a coffee shop where the two of you had met. simon shakes himself from his thoughts and focuses on you, listening to the way you described the situation. “sounds rough.” he states, voice quiet as you hum. “yeah, if it were up to me i’d fire him but i cant.” you puff out your cheeks; pouting a little. “i’m sure it’ll all solve itself.” simon mumbles, callused fingers gently stroking your cheek. you lean into his touch, and you hum. “i hope so.” you reply, sipping your drink. at this point, you were both relaxed, simon was sat back and you were leaning against the arm of the chair, legs in his lap.

his hand idly strokes your outer thigh, it’s a harmless habit that neither of you mind. “you should stop by sometime, if it’s not too overwhelming. i know you don’t like crowds, but it would be nice to sit with you. it’s relatively quiet these days, anyway, if you take away rush hour where every man on the world wants his shot of caffeine before work.” your joke makes simon chuckle, yet he nods. “that sounds good. maybe i’ll bring johnny ‘round. he’s been begging to visit.” you smile and nod. “that would be nice, maybe bring some others too if you’re comfortable with it.” simon thinks for a moment, humming. “yeah, kyle and price might tag along. the both of them like coffee shops so it won’t be too hard to convince them, either.”

“sounds good. i’ll be sure to reserve a table.” you joke, and simon laughs a little. “be sure to have cakes in stock, johnny’s bad with snacks.” simon warns and you nod. “we have plenty, he’ll be fine.” you reply, and he hums. “good. don’t say i didn’t warn you.” simon smiles and you smile back. “you feeling any better?” you ask, hand grasping his. “yeah, much better.” he nods, having finished his drink when you were talking. the fireworks had gone quiet since you started gossiping, and neither of you had noticed. “seems we’re in the clear. wanna spend some time before going to bed?” you ask, and simon nods. he normally needed a lot of time before going to bed on rough days like this. “alright. do you want a refill?” you pull your legs from his lap, getting up. “if you don’t mind, love.” simon responds as you take his mug. “of course not.” you reply, kissing his lips gently before parting to the kitchen. his eyes follow you and he smiles to himself. you make two new fresh drinks and head back, gently running your palm over his cheek after he accepts his mug from you. “thanks, darling.” he mumbles, pecking your cheek softly as you settle down next to him. “no problem. we can put the tv on as background noise.” you state, flicking on the tv, simon had the news on before hand but you quickly swap stations to some cheesy sitcom. simon rolls his eyes, yet he settles on watching it as well.

the night ends with you two ripping the poor sitcom to shreds, drinking more than two hot chocolates, a brief make out session when you both got bored and ending up in bed. the two of you were cuddled against each other, completely snug as the two of you relax. neither of you were asleep yet, just relishing the moment with each other. your head was pressed to his chest, listening to his steady heart as his hands run over your back and arms. eventually, he hears your soft snores and settles down to sleep himself. “i love you.” simon mutters, kissing your head gently before falling asleep.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #ghost cod #mw ghost #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

[vcnillazelda]

pinball frenzy

vance hopper x reader

summary: you keep him calm at his worst

tags: (almost) fights, shoving, swearing, fluff, protective vance, dates, emotional hurt/comfort, slight angst with a happy ending, anger management (kind of)

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the sound of the pinball machine filled the silence between the two of you. you had to admit, vance was very skilled at pinball. neither of you spoke a word to each other despite it being a date. grab n go was vance’s favourite place, so you invited him there; sipping on a blue raspberry slushy as you watch his score tick up at a fast rate. his high score was still quite a while away, and it needed vance’s full concentration. you loved how he scrunched his brows when he concentrated; you wish he’d focus on tests like this. every time the two of you came here, you let vance borrow a few quarters to play, and he’d always pay you back in your favourite slushies and candies.

you carefully brush past vance, not wanting to disturb him whilst also wanting a refill. the clerk here always gave you free slushies for keeping vance under control nowadays. positioning your cup under the slushy machine, you slowly fill it up, still idly listening to the pinball machine. a thump, then the small chime that vance had lost was a huge red flag in your mind. you didn’t even turn yet and vance had already blown up. “what the fuck?!” he yells, a commotion coming from behind you. you whip around, watching your lover shove the other teen to the floor. “vance-!” you drop your cup, running over and circling your arms around his abdomen. “vance, leave it. he’s not worth it.” you mutter to your boyfriend; keeping your grasp firm yet not enough to suffocate him.

vance huffs through his nose angrily, watching the kid splutter apologies as he scrambles out of the grab n go and away from vance hopper’s wrath. his hands flex, he’s stressed and you know you have to try and calm him down or his day will be ruined. “look at me.” you mumble, gently grasping his cheeks with your hands. vance avoids his gaze, clearly unhappy with the situation. that’s okay, he doesn’t have to look. “it’s gonna be okay. deep breaths.” you tell him, voice soft. vance cracks, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, huffing in deep breaths like you told him to.

vance gently grasps the back of your shirt, keeping himself grounded as best he can to avoid blowing up at the people around him; especially you. “you’re doing great. you can always play pinball again, vance.” you run your hand over his back as if soothing a wild, seething animal. “i know but-“ he freezes, thinking through his words carefully. “i don’t wanna ruin our date.” vance grumbles, words vibrating against your skin. “you’re not ruining our date, baby.” you respond; hand slipping up to massage his neck as well as his back. “i did, don’t lie to me. i blew up despite all the work you put into helping and-“

“vance. look at me.” you pull away, grasping each side of his jaw more firmly so he would look at you. he blinks at you, probably expecting you to scold him for ruining everything. “you haven’t ruined our date. i’m still having a great time with you, and i’m so, so, so proud of you for keeping calm.” you tell him, voice gentle. “you’re not mad?” vance frowns, and you shake your head. “no, i’m not mad at you. i can’t ever be mad at you, vance.” you smile, bumping your nose against his gently. vance smiles too, but only a little as he gives you a sweet kiss. “here,” you press a few quarters into his hand. “play another round. do you want a slushy?” you ask softly, and vance smiles a bit larger. “yeah.. i’ll have a red one.” you nod briefly, kissing his nose. “okay, baby. go beat that high score for me whilst i get our slushies.” vance nods too, giving your lips one last kiss before stepping back over to the pinball machine.

you walk back to the slushy machine, cringing at the sight of your spilt slushy. grabbing some paper towels, you hastily mop up the mess and put the cup in the trash before the poor clerk realised you had even made a mess. (they were probably too preoccupied on keeping an eye on vance to notice). you pour two slushies, one red, the other blue, and head back. you place vance’s slushy to the side, watching him play as you carefully rest your head against his shoulder; being cautious as to not knock or disrupt him. “i love you.” you mumble. his fingers falter for a second, but he quickly recovers. “love you too.” he rushes out, still hyper-focused on his pinball. you smile, kissing his shoulder softly before giving him space and watching from a difference. you wouldn’t change vance hopper for the world.

#vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper x you #tbp vance #tbp #the black phone #the black phone x reader #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 the black phone

[vcnillazelda]

warmth

john price x reader

summary: you want to warm up on a cold night

tags: fluff, sharing a bed, kisses, sharing body warmth, price is like a bear i love him djjdndjfioakeni, domestic married life, insomniac! reader, civilian! reader, this man is husband material

(this is short i’m sorry)

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you roll over, trying to pull the blankets further over your body whilst keeping your lover covered as well. furrowing your brows, you let out a shuddery sigh, pressing your arms to your chest as you try to curl up to keep any warmth on your side of the bed. cold nights were awful, in your truthful opinion, you hate shivering and feeling uncomfortable. sighing again, you pull one of john’s arms over, cuddling it. your husband was a human radiator, no matter the time of year, and whilst this was a nightmare in summer, in winter this was amazing. john hums, rolling over and tossing his arm over you, the weight grounding you. his lips meet the tip of your nose as he settles again, hand slowly running up and down your back. “thank you.” you mumble, wrapping your arms around him and absorbing his warmth. “no problem, sweetie…” he replies, accent thick with sleep.

john’s cheek rests against your forehead as he slept, being in the military meant he relished every sleeping moment he got, he even took cat naps between objectives when they had to travel… you on the other hand, were the polar opposite, in a way you two were opposites in many ways. like the sun and the moon. one runs hot, the other cold. one always sleeps, the other can’t sleep. humming a little, you pull your focus back to him, your hands fidgeting with the soft cotton of his shirt. john stirs a little, but simply adjusts his grip on you and falls back asleep. you missed his presence most nights, he was away for long periods of time, meaning you couldn’t spend much time with him. you understood, it was his job, but sometimes you got lonely.

“john.” you mumble, gently shaking him. he grunts, squeezing you as you shake him again. “mmh… what?” he asks, opening his eyes. “what’s wrong?” his palm gently covers your cheek, callous skin stroking soft skin. “nothing.. just can’t sleep…” you whisper, kissing his lips softly. “okay, sweetie… do you want a hot chocolate? maybe some tea?” john kisses your forehead and you hum. “some tea would be nice…” you nod, and john nods too. “alright, sweetheart. stay right there, i’ll get you some.” he mutters, getting up with a small grunt.

you curl up in john’s spot, absorbing the warm patch he left behind. you normally felt bad for waking your husband, but he was nothing but kind and loving towards you. he’d never get mad at you, never. since the day you met him, he’s been lovely and sweet. “here, sweetie.” he mumbles, and you scoot over, accepting the mug. “thank you, love.” you smile, and he hums, getting into bed beside you. taking a sip, you hum, leaning into your lover as he settles down. “do you want anything else, love?” john asks, and you put your tea down upon your bedside table. “no, i’m okay.” you reply. john nods, and you kiss his cheek gently. “go back to sleep, i’ll be okay.” you whisper, and he hums. “alright, honey. don’t be afraid to wake me up for anything.” john curls his arm around your middle, resting his head upon your shoulder as he dozes off. you smile, leaning your head against his.

after finishing your tea, you pick up a book, relishing john’s warmth as you read. he hums, snuggling closer, and after a while you put your book down, settling into his arms. you gently kiss his jaw, cuddling into his chest. your eyes close, legs tangling into your lover’s as you begin to doze off.

#john price x reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #cod mw2 #cod mwii #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

[vcnillazelda]

disallowed (p.h)

summary: your heavily christian parents found out about you dating patrick.

tags: toxic christianity, (forced) religious beliefs, religious trauma, (verbal) abuse, child abuse, patrick being kinda sweet, slight solipsism, angst with fluff, fem! reader

i’m not trying to bash christianity whilst writing this. i’m just using the more radical/toxic side of christianity purely for a dumb story on the internet. i’m truly not trying to offend anyone and if i have i’m sorry. much love - vcnillamilk <3

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“y/n.” your father’s voice called from the dining room. you tense, already halfway up the stairs. “yes?” you respond, voice weak. “come here. we need to discuss something.” his voice was stern, almost disappointed. that’s how you knew you were in trouble. “coming, father.” you turn, walking back down the stairs and into the dining room. your parents were both waiting, with your father sat at the end of the dining table and your timid, god-fearing mother stood slightly off to the side just behind him. you don’t speak, waiting to be addressed as your father stares you down. “we’ve heard through the church that you’ve been seeing someone.”

no…

“oh? is that so?” your voice is strained, you’re already close to crying. your father always saw through your lies. “yes… would you happen to know anything about this topic?” he asks, tilting his head back to stare down his nose at you. “no, father.” you respond, voice mumbling. silence falls over the room like a blanket, only to be interrupted by your father’s palm slamming down upon the tabletop and a shriek from your mother. “don’t lie to me!” your father stands, the chair screeching backwards. “you know god hates when we lie.” your father adds on, pointing to you. “i’m sorry.” you whimper, tears dripping down your cheeks as you look down, already clutching your hands together out of nervousness.

“patrick hockstetter. of all the sweet boys at the church you chose the anti-christ!?” he roars, hands hitting the poor, abused dining table as your mother flinches, clutching the crucifix around her neck. “i’m sorry..!” you shout back, sobbing softly. “you are to never, ever- see that boy again. do i make myself clear?!” your father asks, and you nod shakily. “answer!” you jolt, snivelling pathetically. “yes, father.” you mutter, waiting for any more harsh words to be thrown at you. “i’m disgusted by your actions, y/n. god gave you life, and you’re doing this- this taboo?! i didn’t raise you like this.” the man scolds, as if he were talking to a puppy and not his daughter. “i’m sorry.” you whimper, hands trembling before your shrivelled form. “go. say twice the amount of prayers tonight and hope that god forgives you.” your father waves his hand, dismissing you for the evening.

you turn on your heel, rushing from the room and bee-lining to your bedroom. you would lock the door, but your father had personally unscrewed every single screw with a butter knife to ensure you weren’t ‘sinning’. you had no privacy. you whine, clutching your face desperately to try and stop the tears. you didn’t want to pray, didn’t want to appease god for your supposed ‘misdoings’… but you didn’t want to go to hell..! flopping onto your bed, you curled up into a tight ball- sobbing into your pillow for hours. patrick wouldn’t take this well, even you weren’t taking it well. your breathing slows to soft hitches every now and then as you gaze at the small statuette of holy mary. “what do i do?” you whisper, silently hoping for an answer. no one returned your call.

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patrick was annoyed. vexed. absolutely furious. you had been ignoring him all fucking week. the worst part was, he had no idea why. you two had last been on good terms, you had been smiling with him as he retold a very overly dramatic story about how henry had fallen down some stairs in school one day and sprained his wrist. he had walked you home and you gave him a small kiss on the cheek for his act and his good story telling, no doubt.

patrick had tried everything. cornering you in the cafeteria, slipping notes into your locker, calling your phone that sat upon your bedroom table, he even got victor to approach you to try and get some answers. every time, you turned a blind eye, keeping your eyes downcast and your body rigid. something was clearly wrong with you, but you didn’t talk to him. how dare you not talk to him. patrick swallows his anger, storming away from the gang and towards you. you were carefully slotting your science books into your locker; he knows how you love to keep it organised. snatching your arm, patrick hauls you into an empty classroom, almost feeling bad when your lower back smacks into the teacher’s desk. you stare up at him, eyes mixed in sadness and fear. “i’m so fucking pissed.” he starts with a snarl.

“why the fuck are you ignoring me? at the beginning of this shit you always said to talk about stuff to one another- what the fuck is this?!” patrick demands, gesturing wildly with his hands. you were trapped. patrick was blocking the only exit, you had nowhere to turn to. “i can’t..” you whisper, attempting to slip past patrick, but he blocks the door with his arm. “can’t what? huh? you finally come to your senses that not everyone in derry is a god-loving prick like your family? you gonna go date someone from that shitty fucking church you go to? here’s some news princess; i am your fucking god.” patrick rants, and you shake your head. “no.. patrick you don’t understand. i can’t see you anymore.” you whisper, as if someone could overhear you.

patrick furrows his brows in confusion. “what do you mean?” he responds, and you sigh; unsure what to do with your hands. “my father- he’s not allowing me to see you anymore. i’m sorry.” you mutter, avoiding all eye contact. patrick completely softens. all his internal anxiety and stress venting from his body. so it wasn’t him, it was your family. he should of known! “babe, don’t listen to them.” patrick sighs, rolling his eyes a little as he tugs you to his chest, wrapping his slender arms around you. you both needed that hug. your hands clutch the back of his shirt as you slowly start to cry, your face buried into his shoulder. patrick let’s you weep in silence, his chin resting upon your head as he listens to you. your soft apologies eventually reach his ears, and patrick scoffs. “don’t start that shit. your dad’s a dick and your mom’s too scared to leave him.” patrick states, and you exhale shakily. “i mean, seriously.. how that guy managed to get through high school amazes me. he’s definitely got some complex.” the way patrick talks about your awful father makes you laugh a little. “yeah.. maybe.”

patrick smiles, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “stop listening to them. you should listen to me instead.” he mutters to you, and you nod a little. “yeah… i should’ve spoken to you instead of hiding. i’m sorry.” you respond, hands gently grasping his neck as he kisses you again. “it’s alright.” patrick shrugs, much to your surprise. “you’re not mad?” you ask softly, and he shakes his head. “nah. i mean, i was at first- but not i know it’s your parents it’s fine. we don’t have to listen to them, baby. you can screw whoever you want.” his voice is teasing at the end, and you giggle softly; kissing him again. patrick tightens his slender hands around your hips, and he doesn’t intend on letting go any time soon.

#patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #bowers gang #it 2017 x reader #it 2017 #tw religious trauma #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 it (2017)

[vcnillazelda]

Hello, how are you today?

I was wondering if I could request a modern!Javier, Charles, and Arthur reacting to reader hurting themselves (accidentally burning themselves or simply cutting their hand) and how they would care/comfort them?

I hope this makes sense, thank you for reading! :)

charles, arthur and javier reacting to their s/o accidentally hurting themselves

tags: mild injury, modern! au, my sweet boys 💕

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arthur

runs to the kitchen as soon as you yelp

sees your hand wrapped up in a towel and immediately rushes to you

“what happened, darlin’? lemme see”

you explain that you simply cut your finger whilst preparing vegetables for dinner

drags you to the hospital- you end up getting stitches and a bandage

insists that he’s gonna be the one to prepare dinner from now on, even if he’s a terrible chef

keeps a very close eye on you too if you’re clumsy

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charles

walks into the kitchen after hearing you call for him

you’re holding your hand under the tap, smiling slightly

“what happened?” he asks, hand gently touching your back

“i burnt my hand” you explain sheepishly

charles carefully looks at your hand, it’s red and swollen but doesn’t need any serious medical attention

brings you to the bathroom to put some ointment on your wound and carefully wraps your hand in some bandages before pressing a soft kiss to it

reminds you to watch where everything is because it’s easy to burn yourself where cooking

insists on cooking with you afterwards, it’s sweet

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javier

yelling in mexican spanish, he’s so scared you’re gonna die or something even though it’s just a cut on your palm

is more panicked than you i stg 😭

insists you go to the hospital, yet you calm him down and wrap your hand in a bandage

doesn’t let you out of his sight at all

cuddles with you and orders food instead

kisses your hand multiple times insisting it will help the pain

he’s so sweet

doesn’t want you to cook for ages afterwards, he’ll cook or you’ll order food

as soon as your cut is healed he kisses your palm

#javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 javier x reader #rdr2 javier #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 charles #charles smith #charles smith x reader #rdr2 charles x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 arthur #rdr x reader #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 red dead redemption

[vcnillazelda]

girl im so obsessed with soap and how just YUMMY he is atm i need u to write like a headcannon about him whispering sweet nothings and praises to like you yk Y/N omg

please im begging you and thank you if u decide to do this please!<3

johnny mactavish praising and whispering to his s/o

tags: fluff, praising, kisses, cuddles, sharing a bed, hand holding

(i agree he’s very yummy)

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the first time he does this is when you’re shooting a pistol

he’s pressed up behind you whispering how well you’re doing and ajdjdkfjdn his voice is just so perfect

loves whispering to you to make you flustered bc this man KNOWS how much you love his voice as well as his accent

will do it in passing too, like when you’re getting your briefing file ready he’ll walk past, lean in and whisper how hot you look when you’re concentrating

this mans love language is touch, you can’t change my mind, so whenever he’s holding onto you he’ll kiss behind your ear and mutter how much he loves you

when y’all are cuddled up in bed he’ll mumble to you about just random stuff like how his day went, how much he loves you, something simon said etc etc

it’s mainly just lovey-dovey stuff tho bc he’s whipped for u lol

if you want him to read u a bedtime story he’s down fr 😭

likes watching you fluster when he kisses your neck and whispers in your ear esp if y’all are in public bc he’s a menace

his favourite time, above all else, is when you’re cooking. he’s pressed up against you, holding you, kissing your jaw and muttering how lovely your food looks and how talented you are

he CRAVES those domestic moments

his words will always come with a light touch somewhere, it’s mainly a hand on your side or back

when he’s waking up in the morning he’ll try to bribe you with sweet talking so you guys can cuddle more <3

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𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩

𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺： 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴： 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧， 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨， 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳

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“no.” your boyfriend, vance hopper, deadpans. his face is stony and serious. “please vance!” you beg, holding the hair brush up. “nope.” vance crosses his arms, turning his head away like a fussy child. “vance, come on. it won’t hurt you.” you step closer, going to gently comb it through his hair. “do not.” vance snaps, raising his hand to block you. “come on, vancey, please? when’s the last time you brushed that mane anyway?” you give him your best puppy dog eyes, and he sighs. “no. i’m not having that thing pull my hair out!” vance steps away from you, turning his back. “it won’t. i’ll be very gentle.” you step closer, grasping a small lock of his hair. “hey, what are you-?!”

the brush does it’s best to pull through vance’s thick hair, but gets stuck. your lover yelps, shoving you back. “what the fuck?!” he whines, trying to tug the hairbrush out of his hair to no avail. it was definitely stuck. “come here, baby. i’ll help you.” you step forward again, grasping the brush handle. “no i got it.” vance smacks your hand away, and so you give him a little space. he grunts as he tugs hard, the brush not moving through the thick knot. “vance, let me help.” you sigh, patting your bed. huffing, he sits down beside you, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. “i’ll be gentle, don’t worry.” grasping your brush, you carefully detangle the bristles from his hair; watching him carefully for any reactions. “do you want me to take care of this?” you ask, showing vance where the brush got stuck. “fine… just- be careful.” he snaps, watching you get your comb as well as your brush.

“sit still. i’ll try not to pull too much.” you tilt vance so he was facing away, pulling all of his messy curls over his shoulders so you had full access. carefully, you pull the brush through the lighter areas, getting rid of a few smaller knots. vance sighs heavily, and you assume it’s because he’s unhappy. “almost done. i’m gonna get the larger knots out and then brush through to make sure it’s completely detangled.” you assure him, and the blonde grumbles something in response. gently picking at the knots with your comb, you flinch every time vance hisses, not wanting him to get too upset. “almost done.” you mumble, finally pulling through the knot with ease. running the brush through vance’s hair once more to get rid of the smaller knots, you put your brush and comb down; gently hugging vance’s shoulders. “all done.” you tell him, gently kissing his neck. “thanks..” vance mutters, leaning back against your. “no problem. it wasn’t too bad, right?” your lips graze over vance’s ear. “i guess not…” he sulks, tangling his fingers with yours. “so you’ll let me do it more often?” you tease, kissing his cheek. “fuck no!” vance responds, and you can’t help but laugh. you know that either way vance would let you do it eventually.

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