#how do I get them to kiss early in the morning if they're only friends and have never kissed before 🤔

[cascowriteswords]

Number 2 early morning kiss- but plot twist, they’re friends and have never kissed before!

Lexa's phone alarm going off feels like nails being hammered into Clarke's skull. Startling awake, she winces and grabs the nearest pillow to clamp it down over her face and cover her ears, groaning. She feels Lexa's weight shift as she leans to turn it off and then sits up in bed. 

"Good morning Clarke," she says, voice thick and scratchy with sleep. There’s more movement from her side of the bed and Clarke can picture her stretching, the loose tee she slept in hanging off one of her shoulders as her hands raise towards the ceiling. 

She can picture it but she can’t see it because she’s not taking the pillow off of her head even if she can barely breathe. She knows neither of them remembered to shut the blinds last night and just the thought of the early morning sun in her eyes makes her headache flare with anticipatory pain. She grumbles a good morning with a mouth full of cotton that is for all intents and purposes unintelligible, but Lexa somehow understands. 

“Up and at 'em, champ,” she says. The bed dips one final time and then her weight is gone from it entirely. Clarke feels the cold seep into her spot right away and groans again. “I told you not to have that last drink. You knew we needed to get up early this morning.”

Clarke doesn’t remember much from last night if she’s being honest. She remembers meeting Lexa at her apartment so they could carpool over to the bar where their coworker was having a little shindig for her 40th birthday. She remembers conning Finn into buying them drinks by batting her eyelashes leaning just a little bit into his personal space while they chatted because it isn’t her fault if the guy won’t take no for an answer and if she could use that to her advantage she was absolutely going to. She remembers watching some girl from accounting flirting unsuccessfully with Lexa and getting annoyed when she crashed their game of pool. And then she remembers getting back to Lexa’s place later that night in foggy bits and pieces - Lexa failing to convince her to brush her teeth, rummaging through her drawers to find something to sleep in, the lights turning out just as her head hit the pillow. 

She doesn’t remember Lexa telling her not to have another drink, but it does sound like something she would say. She’s always been the responsible friend between the two of them. "I can't,” she mumbles into the pillow. “Just leave me.” Then, in an attempt to shift the blame, “Who has a birthday party on a Tuesday anyways?”

“Yes, blame the birthday girl for your hangover,” Lexa says. Her eye roll is practically audible, but Clarke doesn’t care. Seriously, don’t most people celebrate the weekend before or after? 

She can hear Lexa moving around the room but is caught off guard when the pillow is suddenly yanked out of her hands and away from her face. She squints at Lexa as she leans over her and tosses the pillow to the side, whines in protest when she prevents her from covering her eyes with her hands by pinning them down on either side of her head. “You’re being ridiculous,” Lexa tells her, shaking her head. She smiles crookedly and affectionately at Clarke’s sullen expression, eyes stubbornly closing again as Lexa appraises her. “The sales department is expecting us to present to them in less than an hour. We need to get a move on.”

“That means I have at least 20 minutes before I need to get out of bed,” Clarke tells her indignantly. 

“You would if you didn’t reek of alcohol like it’s coming out of your pores,” Lexa says. “You need to shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Rude,” Clarke mutters under her breath, still stubbornly refusing to open her eyes. “I feel like I’m literally dying and you decide to comment on my body odor.”

“That’s what friends are for,” Lexa laughs. She leans forward and presses a kiss to Clarke’s forehead. It’s a new development, that kind of open, physical affection from Lexa, but Clarke’s pretty sure that enough of those could get rid of her headache entirely. “Come on. I’m going to go get some coffee started, and I want to hear the water running within 5 minutes at the latest.”

Two things then happen simultaneously that take both of them by surprise; Clarke actually complies and starts to sit up, while Lexa is just about to kiss her cheek in parting before she gets up from the bed to start the coffee as promised. If Clarke would just open her damn eyes the collision could have been avoided, but she won’t, so Lexa’s lips end up landing on hers instead of on her cheek as she’d intended. 

That gets Clarke to open her eyes immediately. It’s brief contact that can barely be called a kiss, Lexa’s lips only just brushing hers before she realizes what’s happening and jerks away. Clarke freezes, dazed, headache miraculously forgotten while all she can feel is her lips tingling and her heart puttering off beat in her chest. 

She watches as a blush blooms across Lexa’s cheeks and her eyes go wide. “Clarke - shit, I’m sorry,” she says. “I didn’t mean to - I was just -” she stammers. Her eyes jump wildly around Clarke’s face as she tries to read her, which is likely difficult because Clarke is just staring at her dumbly, still entranced by the buzzing of her lips from such fleeting contact, transfixed by the way Lexa’s eyes have gone dark despite the way she instantly tries to take the kiss back. “I didn’t mean to,” she settles on after a few seconds. “I’m sorry.”

Clarke swallows, tongue darting out to wet her lips. It feels like a physical effort to form any sort of thought in this state, and being kissed by Lexa has only scrambled her brain further. But the last thing she wants is Lexa looking like that, stricken and mortified. Not when she’s been daydreaming about kissing her for essentially as long as they’ve known each other. She’s anything but upset about it.

“Lexa,” she says, snagging her friend’s hand just before she’s about to get up from the bed and possibly run from the room by the looks of it. There’s probably a more elegant way to do this - there definitely is - but she only has one thought on her mind right now. She’d take the initiative herself but she wants to leave Lexa an out if she wants it, as much as she hopes she doesn't. “Kiss me again. I wasn’t ready.”

Lexa hadn’t been ready the first time either, that much quickly becomes clear. She hesitates for only the few seconds it takes her to process what Clarke just said, then surges forward with the kind of self-assured confidence Clarke has always imagined she would have. Their mouths fit together like they were always meant to do so as she reaches up to cradle Lexa’s face in her hands and one of Lexa’s hands settles against her ribcage. She is soft and warm and so much more than Clarke could have ever possibly dreamed she would be. A warmth like spring flowers unfurling their petals in the morning sun blooms in her chest and stomach while a shiver travels pleasantly down her spine. 

It’s only when she feels Lexa’s mouth open against hers, hot breath fanning deliciously against her lips, that she remembers drunkenly fighting against brushing her teeth the night before. And god does she want to feel Lexa’s tongue in her mouth but she can only imagine how horrible her morning breath must be right now. 

With her hands still on Lexa’s face she pulls away, thumbs brushing over high cheekbones idly as she revels over how wrecked Lexa looks, lips wet and glistening and hanging partly open as she catches her breath. She looks exceptionally kissable. “Fuck, I really want to keep doing that,” she says. “But I also really need to brush my teeth first.”

“You do,” Lexa agrees cheekily. Clarke pinches her side in retaliation, forcing a giggling Lexa up and off of the bed to escape her wrath. She stands just out of arm’s reach, smirking at Clarke’s miffed expression. “But for the record, I really want to keep doing that, too. Why haven’t we done that before?”

“Because you friendzoned me!” Clarke exclaims incredulously. “I asked you out on like my fifth day in the office and you invited everyone else to come with us.”

“I - what?” Lexa asks. “I didn’t know you were asking me out. I thought it was just because I was the only other person in the department.”

Clarke shakes her head, incredulous. “I love you and you’re brilliant, but sometimes you are really dumb.”

Lexa accepts that. She glances at her watch and then at Clarke, looking torn. “Please go shower and brush your teeth. I’m going to actually go make coffee now. And then when you come out, fully dressed and ready to go to work, I’m going to ask you out on a date tonight. A real one, not a friend-date. Because I’d like to continue the whole kissing thing, if you would.”

Clarke definitely would. She showers, brushes her teeth, and gets dressed quickly enough to leave them some time to resume the kissing thing before they have to drive in. 

#thanks for asking buddy! #this was actually hard! it was like a brainteaser lol #how do I get them to kiss early in the morning if they're only friends and have never kissed before 🤔 #it was fun though!

[mariinaworld]

Stay with me

Gp!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: After a mission together, Natasha thinks it's time to talk about how she really feels (I'm terrible with summaries sorry)

WC: 2,4k

Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, riding, unprotected sex, Nat has a penis

MINORS DNI. Masterlist N.R

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

It’s 1am, the loud sound making your ears twitch and certainly missions where you have to seduce an arms dealer tycoon to get information not your favorite . You're now sitting on some mob boss's lap or something, the only thing you're thinking about is when is this guy going to drop something that will actually help you.

You feel hands running down your thighs and waist and you force yourself to smile and pretend you're loving all this attention, he kisses your neck while talking to another guy. You puts on her best innocent girl face who has no idea what they're talking about.

Looking around the room you can feel a pair of green eyes practically devouring you, the way Natasha is, she seems to be one step away from doing something crazy to get this guy to get his hands off you.

His relationship with Natasha has always been marked by ups and downs. He started with small flirtations, It evolved into big make-out sessions when no one was around, until you started being friends with benefits.

This was never something you liked very much, but you were already madly in love with the redhead and you decided that having her in the early hours of the morning would be better than not having her at all.

Natasha is a mysterious person, sometimes she just wants rough sex, pushing your head on the pillow and fucking you for as long as she can. But sometimes all she wants is laying your head on your chest to talk about things and it leaves you confused because every time you try to talk about feelings she just cuts you

The last time you tried to talk to her about feelings it didn't work out very well and you ended up drifting apart, so being on a mission alone with Natasha is worrying to say the least.

You come back to reality when you finally managed to hear the information you needed, all you had to do was find out the place where a big weapons transfer would be made and it was which was achieved. You look at Natasha who is already staring at you.

You slide off the man's lap and he doesn't seem to even notice you leaving, you walk over to the redhead and discreetly tell her that I got the information. Without wanting any more time in that place, you and the redhead immediately leave that nightclub.

The two of you decided to stay one more night in the small hotel you were staying in, just to see if something else wouldn't happen. The whole way to the hotel was silent and uncomfortable and just imagining that you will have to share another night in bed with the redhead leaves you with shivers.

After you both go to bed, a silence falls between you two, you know you want to talk but neither of you has the courage to start a conversation.

“You seemed very comfortable in that pig's lap" Natasha says and you can feel the jealousy coming out of her. "Oh please, he smelled like old clothes and mold" you say frowning and Natasha thought cute the way your nose wrinkled when talking about the man

“What are you laughing at?" You say, turning to look at the woman and seeing her side profile. "Your accent comes out when you talk like that, you know? It's cute." And there it is again, Natasha who says nice things and it's completely fascinating.

You stay silent again, you need to talk but no one knows what to say first.

“Y/n…”

“Nat…”

You say at the same time, you ended up laughing and letting her talk. " You can talk.”

“I never wanted you to think it was just an affair for me, I admire you and everything you do is perfect. I love the way you try and I love the way you help people and do everything to achieve your dreams and believe me, I would do everything in my power to make them come true because you are my biggest inspiration. I never saw the need to be romantically with someone, for me love was for children and I never felt…”

Natasha took a deep breath and you knew she was doing a lot by opening up to you.

“I've been sexually with some people but I've never felt the need to have them in my life for more than one night. It turns out that with you I felt the need to have you, not just sexually, but I want to protect you and take care of you and help you because I love you.”

You are left speechless, that was all you wanted to hear from Natasha, all those words were much more than you imagined she could say.

You wanted to show Natasha that you also felt this, that you also felt scared and that you also felt this strong feeling and that you loved her too.

With these thoughts you decide to make a bold decision

Natasha seemed surprised and scared when you kissed her, but she held onto your hair without hesitation, sighing on your lips.

There was no language or eroticism, but it was enough to confirm your feelings that had been kept secret for so long.

For Natasha sex was just sex

Foreplay, penetration, orgasm

After that, everyone would leave and never see each other again.

Natasha can say, without error, that you were the first person she had truly kissed with tongue and mutual desire in years. In addition to awakening her most sincere desires. Natasha felt that being with you was something special, new and pure.

Natasha doesn't know if what surprised her most was that you took the initiative in the kiss or the speed at which it evolved.

Natasha thought it felt good to feel your lips on hers and your tongue play with hers. You kiss as if you both miss it, even though you've done it many times before and the last one not long ago.

Without realizing it, the kiss became stronger and more sensual as time passed. Natasha's hands go to her hips, wanting to deepen what they are doing even more. Hear your soft moans against her lips made her wake up from her trance

Natasha doesn't want you to think she said all that just to get you into bed.

“Y/n…” Natasha says, moving slightly away from you, wanting to hide all the desire and excitement she was feeling.

“I don't want to stop" you realize what she's thinking, your eyes meet hers and give her all the confidence she needed.

“We're two grown women Nat, you made a mistake and you apologized and it's not like I was totally right in ignoring you" Natasha's hands are still on her waist

“This is what you want?”

“that's what I want Nat.”

You made a quick path to Natasha's lap and Natasha sighs heavily when a movement of her hips brings yours intimacy into contact. Natasha knows that the movement wasn't accidental by the way you smile during the kiss, proud of the reaction she got from the redhead.

You have always been a calm person and Natasha never imagined that you would have such a bold attitude and this made Natasha anxious for the next step. Natasha takes a large part of your ass, squeezing it between her fingers and smiling.

When our air escapes, Natasha lays you on the bed, getting on top of you and attacking your lips once again. Everything is done quickly.

Her hands roam your body and her lips change their way to your neck when the air runs out once again..

In a hurry, the redhead simulates a penetration movement, causing their sexes to brush against each other once again. Even with the impediment of the pieces of clothing, Natasha feels her body hot when doing this

"Do it again” You ask

“I’ll do it… but I don’t want anything to get in my way this time.”

You understand what she means and give her the necessary consent to act. Natasha sits on the bed, taking off her pajama bottoms with your help..

When Natasha grabs the hem of your blouse, you shake your head in denial, asking for her to hurry up, you didn't want to delay anymore.

Deep down, Natasha wanted this to happen calmly, romantically, but just like you, she also doesn't want wait more

Natasha takes off the bottom part of her sweatpants, along with the boxer shorts that protected her sex. Natasha feels your gaze on every step she takes. You always looked at her with so much desire

Natasha takes off your panties, looking at your face and somehow finding in your gaze that this was your final decision, that you didn't regret it. You nod, taking her hand and take it to your pussy

Natasha massages her clitoris with the tips of her ring and middle fingers, listening to her heavy sigh and feeling the small spasm that her body gives.

You are so sensitive that with every touch she gives you, you react in a pleasant way, begging, even with gestures, that you want more.

Natasha sped up and slowed down when you asked, she inserted her fingers when you said you were ready and moved them as you wanted.

Her insides squeezed the redhead's fingers, squeezing them. You were absurdly wet, so after a few slow thrusts, your low moans of pain became pleas and moans of desire.

You hold the killer's hand and at first she understands it as a request for her to stop, but it wasn't that, it was completely the opposite. “Do not stop." Natasha sits down, moving towards your face and kissing you.

Their tongues move with the same speed as her fingers inside him. Natasha gets a little scared when she feels her fingers running down her belly, reaching her belly. .

Natasha lets out a muffled moan when your hands touch her dick. You are not calm when masturbating the redhead with both hands “Slower…” Natasha asks between moans, hiding her face in your neck. The mutual masturbation didn't last long. Within minutes Natasha was showing signs that she was going to cum, asking you to stop.

Natasha gets into an impasse over which position to choose. In the end, she ends up lying on top, since she didn't want to cum without looking into his eyes.

The redhead rests her arm on the mattress, using her free hand to help fit it into her entrance. As soon as she did, she released the breath trapped in her lungs, completely entering you.

“When I can move, let me know” Natasha says seeing the small face you made. “You can continue, I'm fine” you smile without showing your teeth, giving carte blanche to the redhead to move and start the thrusts.

They are slow. Natasha enters and leaves without any rush, enjoying the moment and the delicious feeling you give her. It's indescribable.The room is so hot at that moment. Being inside you was like heaven, even though the heat exuding from your bodies felt like hell.

Hearing her muffled moans was the only thing at that moment that gave Natasha the strength to hold back her orgasm. Yes... the only thing. Because if she hadn't been holding back so much, she would have released herself with your hands on her

Going slowly, trying not to think about the future helped the redhead to control herself. But you don't really like the way she's doing it. You ask the redhead every second to go faster and harder, she ignore them by following your own speed

Until, of your own accord, you lift your hips. The movement was so delicious that Natasha let out a loud moan, almost cumming right there. “Fuck... Don't do that” Natasha asks, lying down on your body. The redhead stops for a few seconds to compose herself, even so, she don't stop with the slow movements of her hips.

The slow movements you hated so much.

“Do you want to change?” you ask quietly, holding her waist so she could stop her thrusts “You look tired” you look into her eyes seeing the redhead with a sideways smile and arched eyebrows.

“Are you challenging me, Detka?” You lift your hips against hers once more, making her dick enter you once again, harder than the first time. “fuck fuck…”

“You look very tired, babe. I just want to help.” You say, trying to hide a smirk.

“Do better, babe” Natasha uses the same sarcasm as you, changing position and making you on top.

Before fitting her cock into your entrance, you remove your thin pajama shirt and your bra, giving the redhead full view of your completely naked body. It was as if your neck was calling her to be sucked.The redhead lifts up a little, going towards your neck, but your arm stops her. You wanted her to stay lying down.

When you sat on her and started to move, back and forth, making her dick move in and out, the killer realized that this little game was only going to end her

Damn... She won't take it.

The movement was quick, as you wanted. With each muffled moan that left her mouth, she felt her orgasm getting closer.Natasha grabs your hip, helping you with what you wanted. Working together so that we both reached yours orgasms.

The redhead doesn't care about anything anymore. She can't care about anything when her body is against hers, her lips attached to hers, her moans mixing against hers.

“Stay with me…” Natasha asks quietly, kissing your neck. “I don’t want to lose you, stay with me” Natasha begs

You do not answer. But your moan was like confirmation. The redhead, however, wants you to say it in so many words. “Say... Say you’ll stay” you kiss the redhead’s shoulder, nodding.

“I’ll stay… I love you Nat”

You can't hold back anymore. You have your orgasm while biting the redhead's shoulder hard. Natasha knows you want to moan and scream, but she knows you can't. It takes Natasha's ego through the roof, knowing that she gave you that orgasm. Your bite will leave a mark and she doesn't mind letting everyone see.

Natasha continues using her hips to make you move on her lap, hyperstimulating you and letting the peak that she held on to release so much…You moan feeling her cum filling you completely.

That night you spent the whole night together, enjoying each other's bodies, exchanging caresses and kisses. It was, without a doubt, the best night of of your life.

#natasha romanoff #marvel cinematic universe #black widow #black widow x reader #natasha marvel #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romonova #natasha x you #natasha x reader

[woso-dreamzzz]

Prematch

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The prematch routine

One day, before a match at home, Morsa gets up early to go to the market. She takes you with her because she woke up to you staring at her from your spot in the middle of the Big Bed.

Magda's not even sure how you snuck in without her noticing but it's enough to get you dressed and out the door before you can wake Pernille.

The market only really happens once a month so Magda always makes time to visit as she picks up various items that she can hoard until the next time it comes around.

You get a bit distracted by the crochet bees at one of the stalls and she has to hold your hand tightly to pull you away to the stall with all the flowers.

"Good morning, Magda," The old woman behind the table says, dipping her head in greeting.

"Morning." Magda pokes around at a few of bouquets.

It's a little embarrassing, she thinks, that she's here so often that the woman running the stall knows her name.

"And who is this delightful little lady?"

Magda rests a hand on your shoulder proudly. "My daughter, y/n."

"Oh, she's beautiful," The lady says with a coo and your cheeks go a little red and you duck to hide behind Magda's legs. "What were you thinking of today?"

"Roses," Magda replies," Pernille's still in bed so we're going to surprise her."

"Wonderful choice."

The woman picks up several deep red roses and spins them together as you watch.

"Morsa," You say," Why are we getting flowers for Momma?"

"Well," Morsa replies," When we really like someone, we give them flowers to show our affection. I really love your Momma so I want to get her some flowers to remind her."

That makes you think for a moment, brow furrowed as you ponder. "Morsa," You say eventually," Do only girlfriends give each other flowers? Or do friends do it too?"

"You can give flowers to friends. We got sent a lot of flowers when you were born."

You don't remember that because you were very little then but you believe Morsa. You tug at her shirt.

"Can I give Jessie flowers? Because she's one of my bestest friends and I want her to know."

"Well, princesse-"

"Here you are, Magda."

Morsa has to stop talking to grab the flowers and pay.

You huff a little, scuffing your shoes in the dirt at the non-response.

"And for the little lady to give to her friend."

You look up to see the woman smiling down at you, holding a second bouquet of flowers to you.

"Thank you," You say as you take them.

"Now," The woman says," These flowers here are yellow roses and they mean friendship and happiness. The pink ones a tulips. Now pink tulips are for affection and good wishes. Perfect for a friend."

"Thank you," You say again, adjusting your grip so you're holding them more carefully.

"No need to pay for those ones," The woman waves off Morsa's attempts," You just make sure the little lady gives them to her friend."

You make Morsa walk carefully back to the house to make sure that Jessie's flowers don't get crumpled. You think that annoys her a little bit but she's very nice about it even if it means Momma's already awake when you get back.

She takes the flowers from Morsa and accepts the soft kisses she's given.

"These ones are for Jessie," You say when she asks," We have to be careful with them, okay? Because they're special flowers just for her."

"Okay, princesse," Momma laughs," We'll be careful."

You remind Morsa how careful she has to be in the car when she goes a bit faster than you'd like and then when she holds the flowers a bit too tight when Momma's helping you out.

The silly social media man is waiting outside for you.

You give him a weird look as he holds something out for you. You take it, turning it over in your hand.

"It's a camera," He says.

"Why?"

"Well, we thought it would be fun if the fans got to see everything from your view."

You lift the camera up to your eye for a moment before smooshing it towards the flowers. "I'm giving flowers to Jessie," You say," Because she's my friend." You look at the social media man. "Like that?"

He nods with a laugh. "The others are out on the pitch if you want to join them."

You look at Momma and Morsa.

"Go on," Momma says.

You scamper off with your flowers and the camera.

"Niamh!" You exclaim when you fast walk down the tunnel and spot the older girl.

She's walking with Zećira and they both turn to look at you. You're not quite running because you don't want to ruin the flowers but you're moving quickly.

"What's that you've got there?" Niamh asks.

"A camera," You say, turning it so it can capture Niamh and Zećira.

Zećira laughs. "I think she means the flowers."

"Oh! They're for Jessie! Morsa got Momma flowers at the market this morning so I got some for Jessie."

Niamh's laughing now too and she leans down to look into the camera.

"Well, as you can all see, love is in the air at Chelsea."

That makes you frown. "What does that mean? Momma and Morsa are still inside."

"Don't worry about it. Here, I'll take the camera and then everyone can see Jessie getting her flowers."

"Okay!"

You move a bit quicker now that you can use both hands to hold your gift safely. Jessie's a little bit up ahead with her headphones in and you reach to tug her hand.

She smiles down at you and gives you a hug.

"Those are pretty flowers. Did Magda and Pernille get them for you?"

You shake your head. "I got them for you." You puff out your chest. "The market lady said they're for friendship and affection. We're friends and we hug. Hugging is affection, Momma says so."

You lift the flowers up to her.

Jessie looks a little caught of guard and you can hear snickering from Niamh and Zećira behind you. You don't pay them any attention though as Jessie takes the flowers and gives you a little kiss on the cheek.

You take one of her hands and receive the camera back in your other one.

Instantly, you're back to talking to it.

"You have to walk the pitch to make sure it's good," You say," But Niamh is always very silly. My Morsa says she only comes out here to socialise and so she can avoid being told what to do."

"Hey!"

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

[dovabunny]

GhostSoap AU - Replaced

Cw: angst

They'd been a (secret) thing for almost a year now. Soap was smitten, but respected Ghost's boundaries to keep it private.

But over all these months, Ghost never said he loved him too. He never makes future plans with Soap either.

He keeps turning down invites to go on leave together or meet his family,l. When they're out on missions will always elect share a room with Price over him.

Soap starts to feel like less of a secret lover and more like... Ghost's dirty little secret.

Like he's just being used.

(Read rest below)

It all blows up one night.

The gang had been at a local bar. Some flooze had apparently been making eyes at Ghost and Gaz noticed. Thinking he's being a good friend and wingman, he introduced the two.

Soap had to sit and watch Ghost talk to her at the bar for 20minutes.

Everytime she touched his arm or bought him a drink he wanted to rip her off him.

But what hurt more was that Ghost didn't immediately turn her down, instead entertaining her attention for a drink or two. He didn't tell Gaz he wasn't interested.

Soap was just a spectator.

"So? Get her number?" Gaz eagerly asked when Ghost returned.

"Nah. Not my type. Too chatty."

Gaz rolled his eyes. "Picky bitch. She was pretty. And if you're not into chatty why do you keep him around?" He playfully winked at Soap.

It was a joke. Didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Not when Ghost didn't even reply.

Soap announced he's leaving early. Ghost followed and caught up to him. The cold air did nothing to ease the burning hurt.

"You coming over to mine tonight, Johnny? I doubt they'll be back till after midnight."

Soap grit his teeth and kept walking. "Dunno. Maybe you should go ask your redhead slag."

Ghost glared, voice cold. "That's uncalled for, Johnny. She was just being friendly."

"Friendly, huh? Too bad she's chatty. Apparently that's huge turn off for you."

Ghost grabbed his arm and stopped him. His eyes and tone incredulous. "That's what this hissy fit is about? You're jealous and touchy over that comment? I thought you'd be happy I didn't take her number."

"I would've been happy if you didn't entertain her flirting at all!"

Ghost's eyes turned hard. "And what gives you the right to dictate who I talk to?"

Soap stared for a moment. It hurt. It fucking hurts but he needed to know.

"What am I to you, Simon?"

Ghost was quiet.

"A fling? A partner? A lover? A fucking sex toy? What am I to you!?"

Months of insecurities were bubbling up. The alcohol that loosened his tongue didn't help either as he yelled.

"Don't raise your voice to me, Sargent. I'm still your commanding officer." Ghost said in a tone reserved for intimidating interrogations and reckless recruits.

"...that's it? You're my CO and I'm your Sargent? That's- that's all it is for you?" Soap hated how his voice trembled.

"I didn't make any promises, Soap." (Soap. Not Johnny.) "You have no right to make demands of what I may and may not do, and I won't be chained down!"

"I don't want to chain you down! I just wa-"

"Sounds like you do. Bloody hell, if you didn't want to fuck anymore - fine. There's no need for the tears and the drama, Sargent."

It was only then that Soap realized he was crying.

Ghost cursed and kept walking without him.

Soap feels like he's been punched in the chest, a gaping void left where his heart and lungs should be.

Apparently all the secret kisses Ghost stole, how he held his hand when no one was looking, the way he held him when they were alone were all just what? Drama? In his head?

Soap spends the night sobbing his heart out off base in an empty parking lot with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

By morning he told himself there's no use crying over spilled milk.

But it wasn't that simple. For either of them. It was the start of the end.

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[hopelesslyromanticshark]

✧˖°. THE RADIO IS TAUNTING ME - iii

content: kinda short but i made that email myself and it took years off my life- ITS LIKE NOT EVEN IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT WHY DID I SPEND ON HOUR MAKING THAT??? HELLO????

"im coming! stop- STOP KNOCKING IM ALMOST THERE YOU LITTLE SHITS!" percy cried through the door before swinging it open with a glare, being met with his four friends and girlfriend. piper and jason were still had there arms raised to knock more, smirking cheeky smiles at the boy who shood them inside. annabeth leaned up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips which eased his anger rather quickly as he wrapped an arm around her waist and led her into the apartment too.

"so, how exactly is leo and yn's relationship in jeopardy? did one of them get into another relationship or something?" frank asked with a roll of his eyes as he plopped down in one of the chairs. hazel sat down on the ground before his seat, shooting forwards and grabbing the popcorn bowl from the coffee table and setting it into her lap easily.

"yn wont believe that leo is single and wants to take her on a date until she hears it from him. because last time she kinda got her heartbroken," piper explained as she rooted around percy's pantry, walking back into the living room with a carton of goldfish held against her chest.

"hey, put those back-"

"you didn't put snacks out. terrible host," piper cut in, instantly, throwing a few more goldfish into her mouth. percy huffed out a breath and annabeth laughed as she leaned further into his side.

"anyways, back to leo and yn. so, i think we abandon yn and focus on leo. he'd be willing to believe that she'd say yes to a date with a little more persuasion, i think," jason spoke, shrugging his shoulders slightly at the thought. there was a pause as everyone thought it over, before they glanced around at each other.

"how, exactly, are we supposed to do that?" hazel piped up, only to be met with more silence.

"ugh, it'd be easier to just lock them inside a closet and let tight quarters do the rest!" annabeth groaned and there were murmurs of agreement.

"they are legit perfect for each other but i think they're honestly too stupid to see it. at least, now, the cataracts in there heart eyes for each other are starting to go away but still," noted frank, earning him a few laughs. then percy's phone buzzed on the coffee table, everyone's eyes being drawn to it.

"probably just my mom or leo yapping away about yn on his secret twitter account," percy rolled his eyes as he unwrapped his arm from annabeth and grabbed his phone.

"or maybe it's yn yapping away about leo on her secret twitter account," annabeth joked but her smile slipped off her face as percy stared at his phone in confusion then panic.

"shit. shit. shit," percy groaned before glaring and pointing over at jason, who was cleaning his glasses but he looked up as the attention turned to him.

"you've lost your rights to a credit card when we go out."

"huh?" the blonde boy questioned, his brows furrowing as he returned his glasses to his face. he had the vague thought that they might help him understand the other boy better.

"your dumb, drunk ass booked that stupid trip that we were talking about," percy groaned, holding the phone out of the boy before shoving it over to frank and the girls.

"just cancel it-" hazel tried.

"it was nonrefundable as of two am today," annabeth cut in as she read over the email, trying very hard not to laugh. it was actually rather funny simply because it wasn't happening to her.

"why the fuck two in the morning??? who is up that early, canceling trips???" percy hissed as he removed his head from his hands, glaring at the phone held his girlfriends hands.

"it's probably the same time you booked it, however long ago," reasoned annabeth with a shrug.

"we didn't even plan that trip out all the way. we mentioned it in passing, while drunk. why would you book that?" percy asked with a glare and jason rolled his eyes.

"look, you know i do weird things when im drunk. looks like were going to the beach, though, that's fun," jason replied, trying to ease percy into the trip.

"all of us? that could be cute, leo and yn getting together on the beach," hazel asked, nearly swooning at the romantic thought for her friends.

"no, they only booked for the four of the guys. it's like a massive upcharge if they find out you bring more people," clarified annabeth, continuing to read the email over for loopholes. she was finding none, which means there were none.

"wait wait, what about leo and yn? if it's gonna be a guys trip, it's just gonna drag out their whole thing which puts it at risk. yn is already not fully committed," piper cut in a panic, getting those two together being her main priority.

"well, distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?" jason offered with a weak smile, shrinking at the glare piper shot at him.

"if you ruin this, ill cut your tongue out."

"and what a glorious thing it would be too," percy teased before jolting as piper glared at him too.

"i'd cut yours out, too, fish face."

“in that lovely note, who’s ready to for a boys trip?” frank asked with a growing smile.

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[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley: How You Started Dating (and some little things about Ghost)

Warnings: mentions of cigarettes and smoking, references to PTSD, scars

A/N: Once again, a disclaimer: I base this on Ghost’s backstory according to the comic books as well as the video games but this is just my take so if you imagined him differently, that is totally valid!

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I think Simon would be attracted to someone outside his work; someone in a different profession, because he would see his team members more as family than partners

Besides, he keeps his private life separated from his work, so I don't think it's likely he would fall in love with a co-worker simply because of this 'mental barrier' of how he sees them

His girlfriend could be anything from nurse, veterinarian, café owner, teacher, academic to chef or artist. I don't think Ghost would find a romantic connection with someone working a similar job as him or something in law enforcement

You met in a café where he forgot his wallet on the counter and you were the customer waiting next-in-line who ran after him. Simon most definitely insisted to buy you coffee as a thanks (but in reality he was just taken aback by your looks because he found you very pretty) (full fic: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: How You Met)

You found it unusual why the bottom half of his face was hidden behind a mask but Simon was a stranger to you at that time so you didn't presume to ask

Because he is so shy and reserved at first, after asking you out for a few coffees, you presumed he was just very grateful and did not know when to stop showing it, or he just wanted to be friends. Your 'dates' were very pleasant but you found yourself doing most of the talking and learning very little of Simon

But when he walked you home that night, an angry car rushed by and Simon pushed you behind him, even though you were both standing on the pavement, as if a tank was coming at you not a car whooshing down the street

"Are you okay?" he asked and took your face into his calloused hands. The caring you saw in his eyes was not one of gratitude nor mere friendship-in-the-making. His heart was racing and his lips were parted and you could hardly imagine a man of his stature and career to be afraid of anything. But apparently, Simon was afraid of you getting hurt

Afterwards, Ghost walked you home and insisted you stay on the inner side of the pavement whilst he held your hand (this is something he did not insist on although his secure grip suggested otherwise)

You suddenly realized as you saw him so deep in thought that Simon was a man of few words but many actions

You smiled to yourself and squeezed his hand as you caressed your thumb across his. Simon woke from his thought, his eyes widened and just a glimpse of blush crept to his unshaven cheeks from behind the mask

Also some little things you would find out about Ghost; he does not like animals much (because of his father) but he does find cats and dogs very therapeutic and if he had the chance, he would adopt both (but he can't because he is away a lot because of work)

You also learned that Simon likes his coffee black with one sugar but he prefers tea

He is also an occasional smoker; it used to help with his anxiety but when he learns you're not a big fan of kissing smokers, Simon keeps his habit to a minimum

He likes Marlboro Reds because they're pretty strong but he also smoked Davidoff Classics for a while

Simon's favourite colours are earthy red (like terra cotta), sage green and pale dark blue

He is a very light sleeper; the smallest unnatural noise wakes him

Simon is also an early birth rather than a night owl; he likes to go to bed pretty early and also wakes up almost with the dawn - he likes quiet mornings with a cigarette and a cup of British tea; the only thing better, in Simon's opinion, is when you're there with him

Bonus: How I personally imagine what Ghost looks like

Simon has a mixture of brown and ginger hair although his beard is entirely the latter. I think his standard hairstyle is a military cut but when he is off duty, he lets it grow a bit longer

His cheeks are unshaven the majority of the time so that the scars are not as visible

Ghost's eyes are pale blue, grey sometimes, although they were nearly aquamarine when he was a baby

Also, I think Ghost has a bit of natural undereye circles which make him look perpetually tired

His left forearm is entirely covered in tattoos reaching even past his elbow. The images are mainly motives of warfare and military but deep down they're a representation of Simon's life

Obviously, Ghost is very tall (about 6'2 or 6'3) and muscular; also a bit of a big boy <3

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[pablitogavii]

HII I love your writing can i pls request that they had an argument and reader is giving him silent treatment while he just kept saying ssry

Sorry

"Amor please talk to me again.." Pablo was nuzzling his face into your neck but you were still focusing on your book ignoring anything he was saying.

He promised to come home early tonight because you wanted to make dinner and tell him happy news about getting accepted into medical school of your dreams but he went with his friends instead.

"I know I messed up amorcito..they wanted me to drive them and I should have said no" Pablo tried explaining himself but to you it all sounded like excuses. You just got up and walked away to the kitchen heating yourself a meal while he followed you like a lost puppy.

Pablo didn't even wanted to go but since younger players were begging him for a ride, he didn't know how to say 'no' which he really needs to work on.

He sighed grabbing his keys and driving to the nearby florist really wanting to properly apologize for canceling on you last minute. He bought the biggest bouquet that was left and came back home to you.

"Amor? Can I come in??" he knocked on the bathroom door peeking through where you stood brushing your hair in front of the mirror. You turned around to face him doing your best not to smile and blush to his little attempts to apologize.

"These are for you..I'm really sorry princesa" he gave you the bouquet which you took without a word smelling it and walking towards the kitchen. He followed after you again glad that you were at least taking his gift and putting it into the vase on the table.

"Do you like them? They only had roses, and I know you like orchids more..but um..I can get them in the morning" he was mumbling really not knowing what else to do to make you talk to him again.

'They're pretty. " you said simply walking into the bedroom without a smile or anything else but he was glad that you were at least talking to him again. He knew he needs to work for it when he messed up badly.

He came into the room getting dressed for bed and joining you sad that you were laying all the way on your side of the bed. Book was in your hands again and he desperately wanted to toss it to the side and pull you on top of himself.

"Can we cuddle amor? I missed you.." he said but you were in no mood for his sweet talking right now. It wasn't just that he canceled but you wanted to tell him this badly. It made you so proud to have been accepted on the first try.

"I wanted to cuddle three hours ago.." you said flipping the page even though you haven't read a single word acting like you didn't care at all which was obviously a lie.

"I know I'm a cabrón, amor! I said I'm sorry..can we just be okay now??" he moved closer nuzzling his head into your neck and leaving wet kisses all over your skin.

"Stop! I'm reading Pablo" you acted all annoyed with his behavior although feeling his kisses and touches was all you wanted right now.

Pablo had enough grabbing you book despite your whining and putting it onto his own night table so you can reach it again. You crossed your hands in front of your chest which he found adorable while moving closer to you on the bed.

"Oh come on preciosa..come give your Pablito a kiss..he's really sorry for making you mad at him, you know? Really..really..sorry..princesa" he left a small kiss on your cheeks after every word spoken.

It was so hard for you not to kiss him right now but you were still obviously mad at him. Struggle was deifiantelly real right now.

"It's just one kiss..nothing else vale?" you look at him and he smiled nodding his head as you moved closer pecking his lips about to move away but he grabbed your face deepening the kiss.

"You're not playing fair.." you sigh when you pulled away from each other and he smirks playing with your hair and pulling you closer to himself as you laid on his strong and fit naked chest.

"I'm really sorry amore mio..you're my priority, siempre. I never wanted to make you feel like any less" he spoke sincerely and you stopped being mad anymore realizing that he was truly sorry about what happened tonight.

"Hm..the roses were so pretty..cariño. Thank..you" you whispered blushing a little that he would go out in the middle of the night to buy you roses just to have you talk to him again.

"You're welcome mi amor. Anything for mi princesa linda." he said and you raised your head from his chest smiling and leaning in to kiss his lips again which he gladly welcomed.

"What is it you wanted to tell me huh? You have my undying attention right now" he said holding your chin after you pulled away from the kiss and you smiled wide.

"I got into medical school cariño!!" you said and his eyes went wide as he flipped you over getting on top of you in excitement.

"I knew it princesa! You're the smartest girl I know and I am so proud of you mi doctora!!" he was kissing you all over while you giggled in his arms feeling the happiest right now.

Short but sweet! I Hope you like it :))

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[alicerosejensen]

Can we see a headcanon of Leon’s girlfriend getting hit in by a guy(could be her guy friend) and they make her uncomfortable, then out of nowhere they just slap her on the butt. How would Leon react?

Minus one debt. Well, I'm glad I can write a little.

So, it's not even headcanons or text, but something in between. Like my thoughts.

There is a small smut, but not critical; Aggressive Leon; the reader shamelessly groped; Mention of physical violence (does not apply to the reader); Reader is a college girl (because I can, uh-huh); References to sexual violence.

I made the question a little worse, but the meaning would still be the same: Leon would fucking kill. Anyway.

- It could have happened at a party where you were hanging out with your friends.

- You have warned Leon that you will arrive late, but be sure to call him if there are any difficulties.

- You didn't really think you'd be late until 2am, but the booze and music convinced you to stay with your friends until early morning.

- No drugs! But you can't tell your college friend not to take them. In fact, you only drink and dance a lot, without even hearing that your phone is bursting with calls.

- Someday Leon will kill you for constantly playing on his nerves like a musical instrument (I'm not serious) but he's really worried that you're not answering texts or your calls, so it's time for things to track your phone.

- Leon can't stand some of your friends, considering he knows some of them are real junkies. He probably doesn't like that when they're high, they don't hesitate to make obscene compliments about how they would fuck you.

- When Leon first heard about it, you told him to just ignore it.

- But it was hard for Leon to control himself, if he heard it a second time, he would break this asshole's nose.

- Therefore, he is VERY concerned about your long absence and silence. Because he doesn't trust your friends.

- You realize that you have drunk more than your norm, because your feet no longer keep you on the ground. The whole world is spinning, but this does not mean that you could cheat on your boyfriend while drunk. Your brain knows who it is devoted to and who it loves.

- However, in this mess you absolutely can't find your phone to call him.

- I needed to at least get myself cleaned up. You started to feel sick, so you wandered to the toilet, then to catch a taxi and go home.

- With a swinging gait, you somehow reached your cherished goal when your friend's hand grabbed your wrist and pressed you against the wall with a brisk movement.

- The club is full of drunken kissing couples, so no one pays attention to you.

- Your brain didn't even immediately understand what was going on when someone godlessly started groping your ass.

- The back of your head hit the wall painfully, causing your brains to shake and turn into mush.

- And then someone's lips brazenly began to kiss your neck, despite the resistance.

- Someone's tongue is trying to get into your mouth with a disgusting kiss that tastes like cheap liquor.

- But weak attempts at resistance are perceived as flirting and teasing, despite the fact that you demand in a whimpering voice to stop.

- The only thing you know is that it's not Leon.

- "sh, hush, Sweetie, or are you just so submissive with your old man?" - Your friend's voice made you freeze in place in fear. - Like this! Be a pretty girl and let me touch you.

- Your (already former) friend allowed himself unforgivably much. You found the strength to push him in the chest and he staggered back a few steps away from you, mocking maliciously.

- "What? Do you only like old assholes, whore?"

- You try to pass by, ignoring his narcotic fumes mixed with alcohol, but again they grab you by the arm, dragging you somewhere to a secluded place.

- Your legs fail you and you stumble all the time trying to wrest your hands from a strong grip.

- Now you're not just uncomfortable. You are afraid.

- You scream to be let go otherwise there will be serious problems, hoping that this will somehow help you.

- But in return, you hear only disgusting insults.

- "Dumb slut! Your old man can even lift his ass off the couch to fuck you well! Tell me, Y/N, what did he do to you? money? Do you really want to live with a rich sugar daddy? You let him fuck you so he buys you all those tight skirts and blouses?"

- You are truly scared. Your friend is out of his mind and drags you into some back room, practically dragging you along. Even when you cry and fall trying to run back, he grabs your hair and continues on his way.

- It's not real! you try to convince yourself that this is a cruel joke of your friends, but it's all for real.

- You get pawed again trying to take away your tight dress, and even some of the self-defense techniques that Leon taught you do not work on him. You cry, begging not to do anything to you, that you will just leave and not tell anyone anything.

- Mascara dripped down your cheeks as you cried loudly, trying to somehow cover the bare parts of your body.

- Obscenities were whispered in your ear, and if it was Leon, some part of them could make you tremble, but now you just want to close your eyes and die.

- Salvation is nowhere to be found. However, you do not want to submit to your fate and bite your friend (I remind you of the former) painfully on the fingers when he put them in your mouth.

- Another attempt to escape in one inch. And it didn't succeed when they knocked you to the floor, preventing you from escaping.

- You may have time to shout "Help" several times before you are gagged and all you hear is the sound of jeans being unzipped.

- You had already closed your eyes, preparing for the worst, when you heard the sound of the door being thrown open.

- And then the relief when no one else presses you down with their body to the icy floor.

- Not understanding the madness around, part of your brain tells you to run while you can, but you understand your eyes only see an angry Leon beating up your rapist.

- How much chance does an ordinary civilian asshole have against a specially trained agent? Leon slams the bastard's head on the floor and you crawl back into the corner in horror, watching his bloodstained face stare at you.

- Maybe it seemed to you... But the beating to never end. In this chaos, you couldn't make out Leon's words, except for the expressions "Son of a bitch" and "Fucking scum" it seems there was something about your untouchability. However, you could no longer endure this spectacle of endless beatings. Is it possible that Leon tried to kill him like that?

- No gunshots, no squelching sounds like a knife stabbing in the throat. You just screamed in horror mixed with fear when you saw what this asshole had turned into. Although he could still speak, it made sure that he was still alive.

- Leon lost control of himself. He looked at him like a vile worm and headed towards you, immediately softening in his eyes.

- Without saying anything, he just wrapped you in his jacket before quickly making sure that what was planned was not done and picked you up like a feather in his arms, taking you away from this place.

- Lastly, "I'm not done with you, son of a bitch"

- Leon put you gently in the car and fastened your seat belt, and you spent the whole way home in silence and tears, afraid to look at him. He didn't say or do anything either.

- You returned home the same in his arms. Leon sat you down on the couch, tossed keys on the coffee table, and then kicked the chair that caught his eye first.

- The situation was heating up.

- Leon took a deep breath, licking his lips, clearly wanting to say something as he looked in your direction. You sat in the same place without moving.

- His aggression was overflowing and he had to make a huge effort not to yell at you, instead ordering you to take off your jacket (he was really trying to say it calmly)

- You obediently complied with his request, putting the leather jacket aside, hugging your shoulders.

- Still sobbing.

- Leon came back to you with a first aid kit to make sure there weren't any major injuries or scratches.

- But he couldn't contain his anger.

- "Why am I always pulling your ass out of all the shit?!"- Perhaps the sight of someone else's hickey on your neck made him scream. - "Is it so difficult not to look for problems? Why the hell should I look for you in a fucking drug club where your drug addict friend almost raped you?! Why the hell didn't you get home on time? How much of your fucking quirks do I have to put up with? until they kill you?"

- The hysteria grew, but there were absolutely no words. Leon threw something fragile at the wall, and it shattered into pieces, making you cry even more in fright.

- You prayed for only one thing: for this to end.

- Leon took a deep breath trying to control his anger. Without saying anything, he went into the bath where you heard the sound of running water.

- After 10 minutes, everything was quiet and Leon went into the kitchen pouring some whiskey into a glass, but instead of drinking it himself, he sat down in front of you, forcing you to drink it yourself.

- "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and then you can go to bed."

- Leon helped take off your torn dress and underwear and soaked your shaking body in warm water, turning away to find your facial sponge to wash off the smudged make-up.

- You were trembling despite the surrounding heat and apparently drunk alcohol makes itself felt.

- Leon tidied you up carefully, looking at your bruises. Didn't bother for a long time. Wrapped it up in a towel and took it to the bedroom where he pulled out your underwear from the drawer, which he put on you and his shirt.

- You knew he wouldn't hurt you, so maybe that's why you were still looking for protection from him? Leon laid pillows on you, covering you with a thick blanket, preparing himself for a sleepless night.

- In the morning you will feel bad. Both physically and mentally, of course, he will take care of you and he does not believe that you are to blame for what happened. It's just that if you really want to be with him, you'll have to cut your circle of fucking friends and not get on his nerves.

- He loves you to death, so you love him.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #reader

[wonwoonlight]

when it's 8 in the evening, minghao's ready for bed, but you want to see cherry blossoms and he can't say no to you.

A/n: just some random writing that popped in my head as i was taking a walk earlier today. Plus, I don't write minghao enough.

Spring is here.

It's been here for quite some time, actually, but the cherry blossom has only started to bloom about last week and you already made plans to have a picnic with your friends two weeks from now.

Surely, the cherry blossom would still be in season, right?

"You know they're all going to fall by next week?" Minghao comments casually, slipping into bed next to you.

He doesn't even realize you're frozen in shock, your dramatic ass looking at him scandalized. Though, when he does, he simply taps your nose as if to unfreeze you in a game of tag.

"You're lying." You narrow your eyes at him.

He shrugs, not bothered as he gets comfortable under the blanket and ushers you to also lie down. It's pretty early in the evening, but it's been a tiring day and Minghao wouldn't pass the opportunity to end the day early if he could.

"Sure, if you think so."

Minghao's messing with you. He must be. He knows how anxious you get when you're given any form of time limit. There's a reason why you can't play those time management games, damn it.

"Hao." You sit straighter instead, looking down at him. "Are you being serious?"

"Cherry blossoms don't last long, love." He sighs, though he's not exactly sure also if they all would fall down by then. There are probably places where they'd last longer, he's sure. But two weeks from now? He can't tell.

But with the way you're looking at him like a kicked puppy, Minghao realizes he's said the wrong thing.

"Forget what I said. Perhaps if you go to that park we went last year they'd still be in full bloom. We went around this time of the year, didn't we?"

You can probably just look up the trustworthy place that is the internet, but you've learned also that whatever Minghao says usually goes so you turn to him with a pout instead.

"Let's go?"

"Are you being serious right now?" He asks, incredulous, his eyes asking you to look at him. Actually look at him because he's already in his favorite hoodie, comfortable under the blanket. The only thing missing is your weight in his arms. "Come on, we can go tomorrow?"

"What if they all fall down tonight?" It doesn't make sense. But the fear in your tone is real and Minghao has always been weak when it comes to you; dramatic ass and all.

"You know that's not possible?" He tries once. It's his only and last defense, because he knows he'll do everything once you stare at him with those eyes.

"I wanna see them now with you, though." You add pitifully, your fingers gripping his softly.

Minghao wants to say it's cold outside, and nothing is going to be exactly visible at this hour, but you're staring at him expectantly and who is he to say no?

He's your boyfriend for a reason.

He truly believes he'll dive into the pond at one on the morning if you ask him with that eyes of yours.

It turns into a stare off, and when you simply look at him longer and tightens your fingers around his, Minghao sits up and sighs before he kisses your forehead and gets off the bed.

"You're lucky I love you."

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[live-laugh-lenney]

Headcanons for Mr.Clarkey, who is major simp for his girl please

oh jeez.. i'm a total simp for george, as well as mister television... how can you not? is anyone else going to the london live show for the useless hotline podcast?? i'm so excited for that!

-> he loves his girlfriend. -> LOVES. -> and he'll show her off like there's no tomorrow.

-> when he took her to meet his family, he never left her side. -> he knew she was nervous on the train ride into bristol so he made sure not to touch upon the subject until she brought it up with him, he held her hand, rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, let her nap on his shoulder, listened to music with her, made her laugh with his silly jokes and impressions... anything to keep her from delving deep into her thoughts. -> he made sure to get a taxi to his house; he didn't want to intimidate her as soon as they arrived in bristol. -> he knew his family would love her; he spoke so much of her, and so highly of her that they could tell she meant the world to him, already professing their adoration for her even before they knew what she looked like and before they knew what she was like. -> they loved anyone that made their son happy. -> he made sure she never sat alone or was left in any silence, always kept her in conversation, would always talk about her and her likes and her hobbies and what she was like growing up. -> and he would watch in awe as she helped his mother with the washing up after dinner and took an interest in his dad's hobbies and formed a bond with his sister over a mutual obsession of theirs. -> his parents don't mind about the two of them staying in the same bed in his old bedroom; not that anything would have happened. she insisted nothing of the sorts happened because it would have been disrespectful - and he agreed. -> "i told you you had nothing to worry about." -> "it's always nerve wracking meeting the family of the guy you love like crazy." -> "like crazy, huh?" -> "don't let your head get any bigger."

-> he was shy to introduce her to his friends at first. -> she knew a lot about his friends; he made sure to fill her in on who his room-mates were, who were also his best friends, and what their names were. told her who he worked with and who she would hear a lot about, as well as who he had made acquaintances with over his time on tiktok and youtube. -> it's slow introductions. -> he wanted to keep her a secret till it was necessary for them to be introduced to one another; he loved being able to be the only one in his group that knew her, that could steal her attention, that could be the only man in her life that she could spend time with.

-> it's chris she meets first... and then the two arthur's... -> ... simply because they're all room-mates. -> and it's awkward. so awkward. -> in george's t-shirt that was oversized on her. her knickers peeking out the bottom. early in the morning, thinking that no one would be awake, in the kitchen with glass of water in her hand. -> out pops chris. in running gear. and she wanted to throttle george for trusting him when he said no one would be awake. -> "hello." -> 'hi." -> "i'm guessing you're yn. i'm chris. can we forget this happened and maybe go again later on?" -> "deal." -> and george finds it hilarious. will tease them forever about how they first met rather than how they choose to tell people. -> and when he finally gets them all together, they do it properly. and he shows her off like a trophy and the boys see just how in love with her he is. -> kissing her every chance he got. -> filling up her glass every time it was empty. -> asking the three boys what they thought of her when she went to the toilet and grinning from ear to ear when they say she's a match for him and how perfect she is for him. -> and he's so so thankful because their opinions were one of the most important for him and it meant the world to him that they love her as much as he does.

-> at events - whether it be friends' parties or work events or red carpets - he takes her as his date. -> always. -> he couldn't dream of taking anyone else. -> and he always lets her lead. opens the car doors, holds the doors open before her, rests a hand on her back with a comforting touch, a squeeze to her hand when it gets a little busy. always lets her go in front because he loves for her to be seen before him. -> she's a hit with his fans and he really is just in absolute awe and complete love and adoration with her because she really handles everything about his work life so well.

-> his social media is full of her. -> he posts her on instagram with candid photos and selfies. -> he comments on all of her posts; sometimes cute and loving and sometimes he's sarcastic and silly and people love that about the two of them. -> and it goes both ways - they're one and the same.

-> everything he does, he makes sure he does it to the best of his ability because she deserves to be with someone who can spoil her and be able to take her away on trips of a lifetime and give her a life full of enjoyment and surprises.

#george clarke #george clarkey #george clarke imagines #george clarkey imagines #george clarke headcannons #george clarkey headcannons #george clarke fics #george clarkey fics #chaos crew

[fairyellieee]

"Flawless"

Fandom: Criminal Minds US TV (2005)

Pairing/s: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Inspired by: Flawless by The Neighbourhood

Trigger Warning/s: criminal minds stuff/talks about the case briefly.

Summary: A secret relationship is very hard to maintain, especially if that person that you're with works with you; also the fact that the both of you work with profilers.

Requested: ok so my fic idea was hotch x reader but reader is rossis daughter and also part of the bau and they’ve been secretly dating for a couple years and the rest of the bau and Rossi find out abt their relationship somehow (exactly how is up to you) maybe the bau went for a night out but hotch said no (bc he wanted to propose to y/n) and they go to this restaurant w a rooftop and maybe they catch hotch proposing to y/n on the rooftop when they go up for post dinner drinks

Maybe it was because of the thrill or maybe it's because they like to feel that they're really smart by fooling a bunch of profilers; either way, keeping their relationship a secret was agreed on.

Being David Rossi's daughter has its pros and cons. First, you have a rich dad which also means you're a little spoiled if I'm gonna be honest. Second, he's very overprotective and the list just goes on and on.

Your dad scares the living daylights out of everyone that you've dated or were in a relationship with. It's like he doesn't even want you to be with someone which is why you kept your relationship with Aaron a secret to your dad.

Yeah, maybe it's a little weird dating your dad's boss and best friend who's twice your age but hey, love is love.

"5 more minutes." Whining out, Aaron just chose to wake you up at 6 in the morning aka too early.

"C'mon Y/n, don't you want to eat breakfast with me? The most amazing or your most amazing boyfriend ever." He said trying to convince you which completely does not work. It only made you more sleepy and snuggle closer to him like a koala.

"Rather not."

Suddenly, he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder, making you squeal and hit his back.

"Put me down! Hotch! No! Put me down!"

"No, I'm not going to let you make us late again. We've been late for almost a week, the team probably suspects something already." Setting you down on the kitchen counter, he kisses your forehead as he starts cooking breakfast.

"I don't think my boss would mind me being late that much." You said giving him your best puppy eyes and a cheeky little smile.

"Well, he would if you were also the reason why he's late. Now get ready before I carry you and drop you in a very cold bathtub." He warned which made you scour into the bathroom in fear.

"All in a day's work of an amazing boyfriend."

Meanwhile, in the bullpen the team was speculating as usual.

"I really think that they're dating. I mean the chemistry is right there!" Morgan argued as JJ gave him a "what're you talking about" look.

"I agree with my chocolate thunder, I really think that they're dating for like a long time but what I don't get is why they're hiding it from us." Penelope whined and pouted a little betrayed on why you wouldn't tell them or her.

"Well, I for one disagree. Yeah, they probably have feelings for each other but they probably haven't even acted on it. Hotch literally needs Rossi's permission first before asking her out because Rossi is very scary and literally overprotective of Y/n." JJ rebutted which made Emily nod.

"Plus, if they were together wouldn't you guys think that they would've already said something?" Emily said as she raised her eyebrows at all of them.

"You wanna bet on it, Em?" Morgan challenged.

"I do, I bet $20 that they like each other but isn't going out yet or haven't confessed to each other. How about you guys?"

"I also bet $20 that they're both already together but is hiding it from us and especially Rossi." Penelope challenged.

"Well, in that case. I bet $20 that they're both together but only Rossi and probably Jack knows." Derek said shrugging.

"That's literally impossible. I bet $20 with the same accusation as Emily. How about you pretty boy, are you gonna bet on it?" JJ asked Spencer.

"No, I don't think it's right to bet on your coworker's love life."

"Bummer."

"What're you guys talking about?" Rossi suddenly asked from the entrance of the bullpen.

"Nothing." They all said at the same time then they dispersed and started "innocently" doing their work.

Then entered Hotch a few minutes later. Late again.

"Hey Hotch. Why're you late, again?" Emily asked curiously.

"Alarm didn't go off."

"Would've thought that your body would've already gotten used to waking up early." Derek commented which made Hotch glare at him.

Also a few minutes later, Y/n enters late as usual.

"I'm so sorry that I'm late, long night. Don't ask, can't explain."

"Wasn't going to, sweet girl."

"Good."

When Y/n finally reached her desk, she found 2 dozens files. Too much. So she thought of a plan.

"Hey Spence, my favourite coworker and genius."

"What is it this time Y/n?" He asked sort of grumpily.

"Well.... I have a bunch of paperwork and I know for a fact that you love paperwork and not only that but I promise to buy you a dozen donuts later at lunch if you help me." You bargained as he came into thought.

"I guess it is a win-win situation. Sure, hand me half of those."

"Thank you thank you thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, just remember the dozen donuts or I'll haunt you." He said scarily? Well, tried to say it scarily.

You handed him the files then he started doing it. With just a few minutes to spare, Spencer was done with his dozen of your files while you haven't even gotten past half of yours. Well, a promise is a promise.

A few minutes before lunch time, you went and asked your coworkers if they'd like something from Spencer's fave bakery so you could buy it too (with Rossi's money ofc). Going up to Hotch's office seems natural but also nerve-wracking, you can't help but think that they might suspect something.

Knocking on the door three times, you heard Hotch say "come in".

"Hey Hotch, I was going out to Spencer's fave bakery and I thought that maybe you'd like something."

"Just one black coffee and some pastry that's not too sweet." He said smiling a little bit.

"Don't blame me if it's a bitter pastry then.* You said half jokingly which made him chuckle and return back from his work.

Walking out of his office you saw your teammates around Morgan's desk probably gossiping. You paid no mind as you went to get everyone something from the bakery.

When you came back at the bullpen, everyone wasn't there. You tried to find them and you saw them at the briefing room. Yikes. You must've missed a message that says there was a case.

"L/n, you're finally back. We have a case, you'll be briefed at the jet." Hotch said in his deep hot unit chief voice. You nodded as everyone including you prepared for the flight.

"Hey Spence, here's your dozen donuts. You should eat before solving stuff." You said as you handed him the box full of chocolate sprinkled donuts.

"Thank N/n." he said a childlike glee appearing on his face.

When you both reached the jet, you also handed your other coworkers orders.

"We're going to Detroit, Michigan. There has been multiple kidnappings of men. They're dumped in a trash can with their penis chopped off and apparently inside the victim's mouth." Hotch explained.

At the end of the day when all of you were at the lobby of the hotel, the unit chief has some semi-bad news.

"We'll have to double up, Rossi's trying to find some sort of suite so he won't be doubling up with us. There has been some mishap with the reservation and they can't do anything about it." He said holding up 3 room keys.

You desperately wanted to room with Hotch but you don't want to make it suspicious but thankfully the team had a plan. They all looked at each other and nodded, you and Hotch didn't notice though.

"I'm rooming with JJ." Emily said as she stood up and Hotch handed her one room key.

"I'll go with pretty boy then." Derek begrudgingly said as Spencer scoffed.

"As if I wanted to room with your loud snoring. It's like living in a bear cave, I think the room moves everytime you sleep." Spencer teasingly said, as he got punched on the arm by Derek.

"Then, that leaves Miss Y/n with Agent Hotchner." JJ teasingly said as you glared at her but Hotch paid no attention to.

"Why does he get "Agent" and I get "Miss", what in the sexist world is this, JJ?" You teasingly said as she just rolls her eyes at you.

"Guess I'm with you bossman."

As you got the keys from your boss, your team has been eyeing the both of you "sneakily". You knew that they were trying to "set" the both of you up, sometimes you wonder if they're really profilers.

When the both of you were in the room, you made sure that none of your teammates followed you; yeah, it was a little paranoid-ish but you can't blame a girl if their coworkers' are really nosey.

"Everything's clear." Hotch said in his very commanding voice, half jokingly I guess.

"Well, since it's just you and me bossman. How about we-"

You were suddenly interrupted by Hotch pulling you close and situating you in his lap.

"I guess we could relax a little bit but I am still your superior-"

"supervisor blah blah blah, whatever. Let's make out."

"What are we 14?"

"Well, you certainly aren't 14. Grandpa." You said as you booped his nose and giggling.

You were suddenly carried and dropped into a really fluffy bed. Well, you like to be manhandled anyways.

"Grandpa, huh? Well, I'll show you who's grandpa." He stated as he looked at you challengingly. The both of you stared at each other until you flipped the two of you, him being the bottom (as he should be).

"Wouldn't want you to have an arthritis, grandpa."

"That does it little girl!" You were suddenly laughing your ass off as your boss/boyfriend tickled you.

All of a sudden, in your peripheral vision, you saw David Rossi aka your dad aka your boyfriend's friend.

"Dad! Oh my gosh! This isn't what it looks like! I swear!" You started explaining as you climbed off of Hotch's lap or whatever.

"I already know but please for God's sake keep it down and always lock the door."

"Y-you knew?*

"How wouldn't I? You can't keep your hands off of each other and everyone else has probably suspected something."

You were shocked to your core and as you turned to look at Hotch he was just frozen. You waved your hand infront of him and he snapped out of it.

"How long have you known?" Aaron asked.

"Since you were so worried about her not coming to work. I saw your car at her apartment parking." He smirked as you were just shocked again. That was almost a year ago.

"Why didn't you say anything, dad?"

"I wanted to give you the opportunity of saying it to me. Plus, it's fun to watch you try to hide it from a bunch of profilers. You're not as sneaky as you think." He chastised and as he approached you guys at the bed, he pulled a chair from the kitchen and said to Aaron condescendingly: "If you hurt her Aaron Hotchner, I'm a damn good profiler and I know how to dispose a body without anybody knowing."

Hotch nervously chuckled as he replied "i wouldn't even dream of hurting her."

"Now, go sleep children. We're still on a case."

"C'mon bossman, it's a once in a blue moon situation. We solved a case. It's worth celebrating for." Morgan tried to convince Hotch to go with the team and celebrate for solving the case and saving 5 women's lives.

"I have to go home, Morgan. Jack is waiting for me." Hotch said genuinely which made Morgan back off the topic and nodded understandingly.

"Goodbye everybody. Have fun!" Y/n waved goodbye to the team as she exits the office.

"and why aren't you coming, missy?" Prentiss asked Y/n with a raised eyebrow.

"My cat misses me." You said with a little pout as you continued to exit.

You were admiring yourself on the mirror when you suddenly heard a knock on the door. It's probably your boys.

"Coming, just a second!" You said as you rushed to put on your shoes and go to the door.

"Hey jack!" You said as you were suddenly pulled into a hug by said kid.

"Y/n! I'm so so so so so so excited!" He said as he jumped up and down, clearly too energized for his own good.

"Aww, I'm excited too jack-jack." You said as you kneeled down at his level and kissed his cheek. You look up at his father and smiled at him.

"Hey Aaron! Almost didn't see you there." You said jokingly as he pouted.

"We bought you flowers too, give it to her daddy."

"Aye aye boss. It seems as if he's going out with you." Jack's dad said as he rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Awe thanks Jack, you're such a gentleman. Come inside for a minute as I put this in a vase." Stepping aside and letting them in.

You put the flowers into a vase half-full of water and the three of you went out and into the car.

"It's quite a fancy restaurant so Jack be well-behaved, okay?" His father reminded him as the little man nodded in understanding.

As you were going to the restaurant, you can't help but be thankful to have both of these boys in your life.

When you were finally at the restaurant and parked, the three of you entered and you can't help but smile from ear to ear.

"Reservation for Hotchner." Aaron said to the lady at the front desk as she skimmed through the little book and nodded. She signed to a man to lead the three of you to your table.

To your surprise, the man led you to the restaurant's rooftop. It was peaceful and had flowers scattered around a table, it's shaped like heart.

In your shocked state you turned to your boyfriend and see him knelt down on one knee. Jack held your hand as he can't stop squealing.

"Y/n L/n, you have made me the happiest man on earth when you became my girlfriend. I, now, want to ask you to make me even happier by being my future wife and my fiancee. Will you marry me?" You were speechless, your eyes filled with tears (happy tears) as you nodded and replied. "Yes! A million times yes!" He put the ring on your finger as you hugged each other and he lift you up in the air.

You suddenly heard clapping from the rooftop's stairwell, you turned to look and saw the team with a shocked but happy faces. The girls approached you first and hugged the both of you as you were pulled aside to let them fan girl on your ring.

Congratulations were thrown by the team at the both of you but a question still remains. "Who invited them?"

You turned to Aaron and asked. "Did you invite them?"

"No."

"I actually did. They didn't know that Hotch is proposing but when he asked me for my blessing on his proposal I had to invite the team to witness it." Your dad interjected.

"I'm so happy that I get to share this intimate moment with the most important people in my life. I love you all." you said and hug them.

"We knew something was going on but we never thought that he'd be proposing already! Why didn't you tell us sooner!?" Garcia pouted as she gave you a kicked puppy look.

"Well, I didn't also know he was going to propose."

"We wanted to tell you as soon as possible but time flew by so fast. Next thing I knew I had the urge to propose to her." Hotch reasoned with Garcia.

"We're all so happy for you but the food is here." Rossi said.

As you all were seated, you felt so happy that you had your family with you.

"To the future Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner!" Derek toasted as the team and Jack cheered.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #x reader #criminal minds x reader #elle greenaway #mgg #spencer reid fluff #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #david rossi fluff #david rossi x reader #david rossi #david rossi x daughter!reader #proposal #aaron hotchner x reader fluff #aaron hotchner x you

[gemini-sensei]

More gremlin!Reader goodness: family edition

@sensei-venus

She's in bed with her hubby Hawk. It's early morning and no one is awake, or rather no one should be awake. Hawk is awoke by a loud noise. He can't make it out in the haze of sleep but when he hears something hit the floor after that, he knows someone's in the house. His son shouldn't be awake but he wouldn't be surprised if he was. He's a rather wild child...

So he gets up to see what he's doing. Gremlin!Reader whines when she feels him get up and he has to assure her that he's there but that he has to go check on Mason. He kisses her head and gives her belly a little rub; she's pregnant again, finally, after waiting a few years after having their son. She smiles and grabs Hawk's pillow to cuddle in the meantime.

So Hawk leaves and follows the nonstop noise to the kitchen. Mason must want breakfast, he thinks. It's not a farfetched idea. Their 4 yr old loves pancakes and will do anything for them.

However, when Hawk walks into the kitchen, it's more of a mess than he expected. And there isn't one little guy in the kitchen but several. He can't even count as he stops in the doorway, shocked by the sight of multiple raccoons in the kitchen, tearing through the cabinets and the fridge.

He finally comes back to his senses and starts shouting. "Out! Get out! Shoo! What do you think you're doing?!"

If Gremlin!Reader saw them, she'd want to keep them. They have another baby on the way, they can't turn their house into a raccoon sanctuary. Besides, he's pretty sure having a raccoon as a pet was illegal in California. So he shook them away. Out the open back door he finds.

Once he's sure that they're all gone, he closes the door and locks it. Then treks his way through the mess of crumbs, empty containers and boxes and bags, and closes the ransacked fridge. "Jesus Christ... how the fuck did this even happen?"

He has his suspicions.

So he goes back to his lovely wife who would most definitely do something like leave the door open all night for some animals and gently shook her awake.

"Babe, did you leave the back door open last night?"

She hums, still tired. "No... I was with you all night, remember," she giggles and opens her eyes to look at him. "My tits were sore so you helped me out by-"

He blushes and nods. "Yeah, yeah, I remember. Okay, so if it wasn't you, who opened the door?"

They looked at each other for a moment and he tiredly sighed.

They both go to Mason's room only to find him already awake. He's playing with his toys like nothing has happened. If he knows anything happened, he's playing pretend that he doesn't know anything really well.

"Mason, I have to ask you something important," Hawk says and sits with him. They're so used to him being awake at odd hours that he doesn't even question it anymore. "Did you leave the door open last night?"

Mason nods.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"I didn't wan' my friends to get cold."

Reader awes and comes over to give him a hug. He stands up to relieve it, giggling as he holds her leg and looks up at her round belly. "That was sweet of you. "

"Reader, please don't encourage this. The kitchen is a mess now," Hawk says, more desperate than anything. He loves his wife and son, but sometimes he wishes they didn't like the outdoors so much. "Mason, raccoons can be friends, but they have to be outside friends. They're wild animals and they're not supposed to be inside. Plus, they don't buy our food."

Mason is quiet for a moment, as if considering what he's being told. Then asks, "Does that mean you and Mommy are outside friends?"

"What? No, why would you think that?"

"Because Uncle Demmie said you and Mommy are 'a couple of wild animals'."

"And I'll kill him for it," Hawk says through gritted teeth. Then he shakes his head and sighs. "Mommy and Daddy and you are humans. And raccoons are animals. Don't let Uncle Demmie get in your head."

Mason nods. "Okay, Daddy."

"So what do we not do?"

"Open the door."

"That's right."

"Yay!" He shouts and then runs away. He plops back down to play with his toys and gives his dad one of them.

"Thanks, buddy."

Reader smiles as she watches, taking a seat in the nearby storytime chair to rest her feet. She rubs her belly. "Looks like we need to go on another hike soon."

"You're not going anywhere like that-" Hawk tells her, only to get cut off by Reader.

"The trails at the park will be fine, don't you think?"

He looks over at her belly and remembers how that happened the last time they went on a hike without Mason. He nods to her and she smiles excitedly. It's a nice little moment.

Then Mason says, "Daddy, I'm hungry."

And Hawk sighs. "Well, get your shoes then, because your friends ate all of our food."

#pregnancy #pregnant!reader #gremlin!reader #baby headcanons #domestic headcanons #chaotic headcanons #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz headcanons #hawk moskowitz #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz headcanons #eli moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

[cheegu3]

Hiii! I love your yandere work.

Could you please do an Ateez mafia reaction where they're on a mission at a club but their S/O (the reader) is also there with her friends & she sees him flirting with some girl??

I LOVE YOU SM BTW💗💗💗YOUR MY FAV WRITER💛💛💛

sorry for how long this took :c but tysm my love I’m so happy I’m ur fav writer, love youuu <333

not super mafia-ish but I tried my best 😭😭 also I wrote some of them as not being on a mission, and kissing a girl instead of flirting before I re-read the ask & changed some, sorry :c (guess it makes it juicer tho lol)

warnings; yandere themes, mafia, jealousy/possessiveness, toxic relationships, swearing, cheating, sexual undertones

Ateez!mafia - s/o reaction to seeing them flirt with a girl

Hongjoong

Your heart dropped when you saw him, eyes locked on the lips of someone else. He didn't notice you, even as you practically tore him away from the girl.

He'd brought you there for a mission so you almost hesitated before going over there and intervening until she got a little too close.

Slowly he turned. He frowned at you, and gave you a look like you were in the wrong.

'' What the fuck is wrong with you? ''

His eyebrows knit together, followed closely by a scoff. ''You're not my mom. ''

You felt speechless. He was your boyfriend, something he often drilled into you even when you didn't want to accept it. But now he was acting like you were some stranger who had no place telling him what to do.

'' I- '' you threw up your hands and sighed.

The words got stuck in your throat just as you felt the tears start to sting in your eyes. Bitterly you swallowed the anger down and left without saying one more word to him.

You went home and cried yourself to sleep that night while Hongjoong stayed in the club doing God knows what until the early hours of the morning.

There was no room for arguing with him about it. He insisted he wasn't wrong and his nonchalant attitude threatened to make you start crying again.

Seonghwa

He was likely to do it as a punishment for something else you did. There was no point in trying to figure out then and there; sometimes he’d punish you without telling you why, you’d only realize quite quickly you’d done something to get on his nerves.

You could tell from the look on his face as he was doing it, eyes open and all so he could keep eye-contact with you - that he enjoyed seeing the shock on your face. It was especially bad because he’d never punished you in this way before.

It felt vulnerable, being in front of your friends, so humiliating. You had no idea what to do and mostly wanted to hide at that moment.

As soon as he saw he’d gotten a reaction out of you, he came over to your table. Your friends hurled insults at him but he only shrugged them off. He just took your hand and dragged you to the club’s alley.

'' Did I- did I do something? ''

You hated how pathetic you sounded, so needy and willingly letting him know that you were actually upset by what he'd done.

The shadow of a smile appeared on his face but disappeared almost as quickly as it came. He looked dead serious instead, anger swirling in his eyes.

'' You flirted with the bartender, right in front of me. ''

He breathed out sharply, seemingly trying to keep his anger under wraps but being very close to failing. You created some distance between you two.

'' What? '' you couldn't believe your ears.

The bartender? You raked your brain to try and come up with a reason behind his words, until you eventually came up with a wild conclusion.

'' Because I...smiled at him? ''

Seonghwa only nodded unamused, '' You had to pay for it.'' finally a smile appeared on his face, only a sinister one, spreading from ear to ear.

Yunho

He felt incredibly guilty. Your friend came back from the bathroom and had a shocked look on her face.

You asked her what was wrong and tried to comfort her, thinking she’d maybe been startled by a man near the women’s bathrooms.

Under her breath, she whispered. “ Your boyfriend is making out with some girl. “

You started to your feet and didn’t even have to say anything. She just gestured near the stage where the live band was playing.

You stomped over there and turned him around by harshly grabbing his shoulder. For a moment he looked puzzled.

Then things finally registered and he almost pushed the girl away just to show you that he didn’t feel anything for her. His mission had been to distract the leader of a gang while his members stole from them. Trying to hide his nervousness, he downed heaps of alcohol but it seemed he'd drank too much.

You turned on your heel and were immediately grabbed by your wrist.

“ Y/n! I’m so sorry, please don’t leave! “ he cried out.

You went to sit by your friends, silently praying that they'd take the hint that you wanted to leave. Not long after he followed you and went down on his knees, desperately clinging onto the fabric of your dress.

'' Please...please, '' he kept murmuring, his head dipping down every so often from the alcohol making him dizzy.

Tears started streaming down his flushed cheeks. You were having none of it. He got dragged out and pushed into a car, only because you thought he'd kill you if you left him there, a drunk mess in the club.

Even as you went to sleep and he wrapped his arms around you, he'd keep apologizing. Tears dampened your hair and the last words he said before drifting to sleep was, '' I'm so sorry, I love you. ''

Yeosang

It wasn’t a surprise at all. You almost rolled your eyes when you spotted him flirting with a random woman in the club. He was a serial cheater.

You didn’t mind too much since what you wanted most was to escape from him, but it still irked you.

Your ego felt hurt any time it happened. He claimed to love you - no, be obsessed with you, yet he did this?

You swore under your breath, “ Motherfucker. “

“ He’s doing it again? “ your closest friend asked.

“ Probably going to blame it on a mission again, right? “ another said.

That’s what you always told them. That he had to do it, because of his job. Either to get under the skin of another gang’s leader or to manipulate his way into infiltrating it.

However, it was pretty far from the truth. Even if you told yourself or others that was the reason, you knew that he enjoyed it a little too much - the worshipping.

Yeosang loved being treated like he was some God. He loved when girls swooned over him and he loved most of all when you did it.

“ Let’s go home, “ he casually said when he was done with the girl.

Your boyfriend had taken her somewhere and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done more than what was necessary for the mission.

San

Probably did it due to some kink he had. Most likely it's due to the hate sex he knows will follow if he does it right in front of you.

Shamelessly he pulled a random girl into his lap while you looked at one of your friend's phones.

Having accompanied San to the club so he could make some connections due to his mafia status, you were told to keep a low profile, ' pretend like you don't know me ' he'd said.

Despite the order, you couldn't follow it anymore when you raised your head and saw that he was passionately making out with the woman in his lap.

You weren't sure if you'd imagined him opening his eyes to glance at you, but his hands started stroking her thigh while one hand grabbed the back of her neck.

Your blood started boiling. A feeling you were all too familiar with. San knew just how to get under your skin without ever having to do much.

You stomped over and didn't care about the reactions of his members. Dragging him away, you almost made everyone move from your path as your face was conveying pure wrath.

Even while being pushed against the wall, a grin spread across his face. He knew he'd won.

'' What's wrong? '' he taunted.

You pressed your lips against his and bit down on his lip hard. He laughed and pulled away.

'' Wow, '' he was already breathless, '' That was easy. ''

Mingi

Mingi does it to keep you on your toes. Or at least that's what he tells you and other people that keep bothering him about it.

Sure, it gave the message that you were always replaceable. If he wanted to - he could find someone else, someone much hotter and someone who loved him. You were sure he enjoyed rubbing this in your face.

However, in reality, he felt devastated that you didn't like him back and the only way to deal with it was to pretend other girls were you.

He'd only kiss them with so much emotion and yearning because he imagined it was you. Only when you'd stop him once it'd get too far, with his hands under her shirt; your disappointed face staring back at him, would he snap back, realizing sadly it wasn't you.

The fake love for the random girl would quickly turn to disgust and he'd leave with his arm around you.

Today was another one of those days. Another weekend spent at the club, where Mingi drank his stress and sorrows away from his job in the mafia.

'' Are you really going to let him do that? ''

You ignored your friend who had seen your boyfriend tonight before you did. This time, you weren't even sad, not for a moment; something that would be noticed by Mingi later that evening.

You just took your drink and let yourself be led onto the dancefloor, all your favorite friends surrounding you as you danced the night away.

Wooyoung

Since you're so insistent on hating him and saying it to his face every day, why shouldn't he have some fun? Especially since you wouldn't care since you had no feelings for him.

He took great pleasure in seducing your friend with his sweet words and then kissing her as if she were the woman he loved. Desire took over and your friend moaned against his lips.

It caught your attention. Turning your head, you froze and the conversation you'd just been engaged in became completely forgotten.

All you saw was red. But...why?

You approached them quickly, yet you weren't even aware that you had moved towards them. A strange expression was on your face. Wooyoung pulled away, like he had been expecting you.

Your friend started rambling excuses, but you didn't listen. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, into a devious smirk. He noticed that you didn't even acknowledge your friend once; your eyes never left him.

He could see anger in them, hatred, and jealousy that almost made you turn green. You were shaking slightly, it would go unnoticed by most, but not him - he knew you so well. Way more than you thought.

His smile widened when he realized you were fighting a battle on the inside. So he leaned in just to stir the pot, his hot breath tickling your ear.

'' You know how to make it stop. ''

By admitting you were jealous

But would you let him and your feelings win or your strong pride and hatred for him?

Jongho

Mostly he was testing the waters for future punishments. If you got mad, he’d use it. But if you didn’t, well then he just got validation from someone who actually wanted him, and that was it.

He was fed up by your rebellious attitude. Anything turned into an argument. At this point, he was convinced you were just doing it on purpose to piss him off.

Whatever he told you, you hated and went against, protesting like you were a little child.

At some point his punishments had stopped working. It almost made you more angry, not more submissive like he’d hoped.

So what choice did he have but to try something else?

Today he had brought you with him to the club. A secret mission that he refused to give you the details on. After some time he went over to a random girl while you were told to talk to your friends.

It was way out of his comfort zone. He didn't even feel anything for the random girl he grabbed. It happened to be a friend of a friend of yours.

'' What the fuck! '' she exclaimed and pushed him away.

He just stared at her with his signature blank expression which made her run toward her friend group. By chance, she bumped into your mutual friend and told her.

You listened, and immediately you got angry for her even though she was a stranger. You hated guys like that with a passion. '' Over there, '' she pointed.

You followed her gaze and had to blink twice, confirming with her more than once that it was really the man who'd creepily flirted with her.

It was Jongho.

You didn't know how to react. Could you really play the hero in front of your friends and go over there pretending to talk some sense into him? Or was it too risky?

You chewed on your lip for a long time before finally walking over. You grabbed him by the collar to bring him in just to make it look like you were giving him a scolding, but on the inside you were terrified.

'' Now I have your attention? '' his eyebrow raised playfully.

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Neteyam x Reader story Part 2?

So, I'm really happy that so many people liked the first story (I don't wanna call it chapter bc it feels like I'm committing to there being multiple chapters) but I may have written a little something else. Now I don't want to say that this will happen again bc I only wrote this because the inspiration struck me, if there is no inspiration I'm not going to drag this story to its death, we will leave it where it is.

That being said (I know, I talk a lot) writing this addition felt nice. it is set quite some time after the first one and I want to specifify that at this point the Reader and Neteyam are well into their adult life so I feel like they're allowed to be a little suggestive. To do the maths. If you didn't know in the movie Neteyam and Lo'ak are 14-15. Then in the last bit of this story he was 24-25, at this point he is in his early 30s. Which is quite a jump but that's how it felt right to me and that's how it came out. So now, enjoy! :D

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The scene I see is of a quiet morning of the two sleeping in bed wrapped around each other. The sweet voice of their daughter being the only thing pulling them from sleep. She runs over, her little feet pattering on the uneven grass.

-Mama! Papa! - she jumps onto their legs bouncing and nudging.

- My sweetness – Neteyam rouses, picking his head up from where it laid tucked between your neck and shoulder. - it is too early to wake your mother. - His eyes are still blurry with sleep.

His gruff voice brings a smile to your face. It's like a sweet tickle to your ears, to get to hear it every day is a blessing. He shifts from behind you and you crack open an eye to watch as he picks up your daughter and lifts her above his head to make her giggle.

-Papa, let me down! - she whines, but she's not really bothered, her eyes are lit up with laughter. She has his eyes and his smile. She has your hands tho, three fingers, and they're so small.  He brings her down in a tight hug and kisses the top of her head.

-My precious girl. - he sets her down and leads her outside the tent with a hand on her head. - let's go see Grandma, hmm?

You lay there with your eyes closed for a couple more minutes. Until you turn over in the sheets, staring up at the top of your tent. You have work to do. There is medicine to hand out and ceremonies to prepare. There is also a child to raise and teach and a husband to keep happy. And it is all so perfect. You almost can't believe that this is your life, that it has been since that sweet moment in the woods all those years ago. You're lost to memories of your early life for a while, it's a precious time. Your thoughts lead to your daughter. She is almost as old as you were when you and Neteyam became friends. And now she somehow exists as perfect proof of your connection. It feels all too recent, like it was yesterday and still like a hundred-year-old memory that has existed in thousands of lives.  

-My dear – Neteyam's voice brings you back from your daydreams. He's at the edge of the tent's opening, sunlight shining through the loose braids over his shoulders - Would you like to join your daughter and me for a morning flight?

You blink a few times taking the time to process and give him a skeptical look – My daughter?

-She is being fussy with her food - he looks down smugly as he says – so she is your daughter this morning.

-And when is she your daughter then? - you prop yourself on your elbows to look at him properly since he's decided to be cheeky this morning.

He hums, pretending to be deep in thought as he stalks over inside to sit down at your feet – When she is being kind and good and listens to her parents. That is when. - his eyes are warm as he smiles at you.

You roll your eyes – Does she take that from you then? Being obedient?

-Of course! - he says in mock offense

-Hmm, interesting. - You press your forehead to his as your eyes close gently, still fighting sleep – I seem to remember a boy who would take me out to fly on his Ikran late at night, when his parents definitely thought he was sleeping safe and sound in their tent.

He presses a kiss to your lips and hums softly – You must be thinking of someone else, dear.

You keep quiet for a bit - Is that so? - your words fall onto his lips as you say them and you pull away, suddenly full of energy – Then I must go find this 'someone else' as he is suuurely my one true love and father of my child. - you say getting up with your back to him. Only to turn around quickly with a mischievous smile and tease in a sing-song tone – As you said, I must be thinking of someone else!

He is still sitting splayed on your sheets with his mouth now open in surprise. You see a quick glint pass his eyes. Dare you say jealousy?

So, you quickly raise your hand, pointing a finger at him – You started this.

He clenches his jaw a couple of times, thinking, and gets up aiming for the door. - Alright then.

The sudden change makes you think you've upset him. You were just poking a bit of fun. But he stops by you and gives you a serious look.

I must say I didn't like that game. - he says, his lips in a pout, and your shoulders ease up. He's not upset.

You grab a small braid hanging by his ear and tug on it lightly. - Is that because I beat you at it? - you say as you look up at him through your lashes.

He hums low in his throat, and brings his face closer, nosing at your jawline – Oh, but I love it when you win these games. - And he presses a warm kiss to the side of your throat. Bringing your chin down with his hand, so he can kiss you deeply. Breaking apart only to whisper - But now, we must go entertain our daughter, as she seems to have your lack of patience, my love.

As you process his words, you hear a whiny call from far away – Papa! Hurry Up!

His amber eyes look into yours as if to prove a point – See?

You caress his face gently - Run along then, papa. I'll be right behind you.

With a quick peck on the lips, he runs out calling to your child. When you've grabbed a pack and stuffed it with the medicines you need for your tasks today you set off right after them ready for a flight into the sky.

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And there we go! Another one! hope you enjoyed this one as much if not more than the first one. But genuinely thank you for enjoying the first one as much as you guys did. Hopefully my attempts at linking it at the top have not failed and if you haven't read it you can have a quick look!

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Cayde-6 x Guardian reader SFW alphabet relationship headcanons.

So, first post, it's a long one I will say but I tried my best to be as accurate as I think it would be. hope you'll enjoy x

um...warning for swearing i guess. Could be read as gender-neutral, there is a mention of periods but it's barely there so I'll tag it as both. other than that have some good old fluff.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first, Cayde is slightly reluctant to show affection in front of people he doesn't trust wholeheartedly, mostly because he's worried you might become a target, not wanting another Taniks and Andal situation. When he sees you can more than hold your own in combat, he is happy to relax a little. (Just a little)

Afterwards, when you two are in public he's not afraid to let people know you're his, he's actually very proud of the fact that he won you over however there's no over-the-top PDA. A stolen kiss here and there, holding your hand, a hand on your lower back or waist, maybe the odd steamy moment somewhere in a dark corner of the hanger as you both giggle like teenagers.

Privately he's incredibly affectionate, wanting to make the most of the very slim amount of downtime the 2 of you have together. He'll follow you around your home like a cat, eager to simply be in your presence. He's always finding an excuse to touch you, sitting together on the sofa? He's got his head laid in your lap. Cooking in the kitchen? He's got his chin resting on your shoulder, watching you, arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship with Cayde would likely start after he tells you to take him with him because he hates his job. Much to his delight and surprise you try and sneak him out onto your ship, however Zavala has eyes everywhere and catches you both in the act. After a slap on the wrist, Cayde takes you out to ramen when he's next able to, to apologise for being a "bad influence" or so Zavala says. (he tooootally didn't sneak out a 2nd time to do this).

As your best friend, he's ride or die. He's incredibly loyal, maybe a little brash but you know both of you have each other’s 6, on and off the field. After a while, he's not afraid to show up (normally unannounced) at your home at stupid o'clock in the morning. He claims it's just because he's an early riser, or he was just awake, or some other ridiculous excuse, it's actually because you're the only thing that can calm him after the nightmares that more often than not plague him during the night.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh god yes. This man is the exo equivalent of a limpet. He loves the feeling of your skin under his fingers, your warmth pressed against him. He loves them for a lot of reasons. They're comfy, and deep down he misses the warmth of a human body.

If you're hunkered down, cuddled up in one of his many hideouts, stashes or one of your homes, he likes to make shapes on your skin. He likes to be big spoon 90% of the time, wrapping himself around you, arms around your waist securely, a protective gesture, it'll take a lot to coax out of him that he partially does this because if shit hits the fan while you're sleeping, he knows exactly where you are. You can feel the hum of his internal workings against your back, a soothing melody, the gentle vibrations seeming to mimic a heartbeat and breathing.

There are the odd days that cayde isn't big spoon. The nights his nightmares get too much, or he arrives home battered and exhausted, he'll crawl into bed with you without a word, kick off his boots and lay his head on your chest. You let him stay there a while before coaxing him into removing his armour and getting into something more comfortable. Afterwards, it's straight back to nestling his head into your chest, listening to your heart, legs tangled together. He's particularly fond when you gently stroke the back of his head and hum some soft tune.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Deep down cayde would like the idea of settling down, he knows the likelihood of that is slim. It's a dangerous and volatile world and he knows he'll probably never stop fighting. But he fights for the life he could have, someday. He also loves the wilds too much, out on the bleak expanse of Mars, the cold snows of Europa or the various golden age ruins on Earth, the call of adventure is something cayde will always answer, an adrenaline junky at heart.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There are few reasons I can think cayde would break up with you, your safety being the main one. Maybe an argument broke out about how reckless you were being or how reckless he was being, he isn't known for his sense of self-preservation. Maybe he thinks you deserve better, better than he can give and no matter how much you plead and beg it's hard to change his mind. He would talk to you; he'd at least have the nerve to break up with you face to face. He'd make a point of avoiding you as much as possible after.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is a tricky one, cayde but he's an all-or-nothing guy. Once he knows you're the one, the one he can trust, the one that can keep up with him, the one he can confide him, then he's there. Cayde wouldn't want to get married soon, the tower is a hectic place and there's always a new threat on the horizon, but he'd promise you one day, when the fighting stops, then, then you can tie the knot. It's a bittersweet promise that you often doubt will ever come to light but right now you have each other, facing the dangers of the system together.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

The first time cayde went to hug you, he accidentally bashed you with his horn, a bright red and sore mark on your cheek. After that, he's a little more cautious with his enthusiasm...a little.

When you’re hanging out together in your private space cayde isn't opposed to the occasional tickle fight and rough and tumble. (He will never admit that he, an exo, has a ticklish spot but you know the truth. Tickle a sensitive patch of silicone by his hip and he's a mess)

But when you're feeling down, the pressures of the tower getting to you, your injured or it's that time of month, he treats you like glass. Like you're the most precious thing he's laid his hands on, swaddling you in blankets and wrapping his arms around you. He speaks in low soothing tones and rocks you gently, he’ll likely order you both ramen and put on your favourite holotape.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Cayde is a big hugger when it comes to those he truly cares about. Most times he plays it off as a joke when he opens his arms and says "Hugs?" But he'll never admit the glee it brings when someone (especially you) steps into his outstretched arms.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Cayde definitely overthinks it. He spends nights losing sleep questioning if he truly feels love or just a ghost of what his human consciousness thought as love. He overthinks saying it to you, it’s only when you're about to do some stupid and possibly self-sacrificing thing on a mission that it's blurted out in desperate panic at the thought of never being able to tell you again. He’ll be grabbing you by the shoulders and you can see the desperation in his face.

After the mission cayde won't mention it unless you do. If you ignore it he'll become a little more reclusive, not as touchy-feely any more.

 But if you do, and you reciprocate his feelings, a stupid grin will grow on his face and no matter where or who is watching he's grabbing your face and kissing you with all the pent-up emotion he's been bottling since the friendship morphed into more confusing feelings, feelings of wanting…well, more.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Cayde is a very self-assured guardian, and he trusts you. He knows that you'd never do anything to betray him...Its other people he doesn't trust. Not that he doesn't think you can't stick up for yourself or know when someone is getting a little TOO cosy, but he will step in now and again. He’d saunter over with his usual charm, an arm winding around your waist. "Who’s this, dollface?" he'd ask sweetly while eyeing the other guardian, a clear message. she’s mine. back off

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

At first, Cayde was slightly worried about kissing you for the first time. Had you ever kissed an Exo before? Would you want to? When he begins to develop feelings for you, he often finds himself thinking about what it would be like if it finally happens, your soft lips against his.... Lips? Face plates? Whatever people choose to call them.

Your first kiss likely happens in the heat of the moment, relieved after a high-stakes mission together and unable to contain himself anymore, his leather-gloved hands find your cheeks, pulling you up into a passionate kiss. It was a new experience, his 'lips' were softer, smoother than you imagined an exos to be. When the kiss finally breaks you are both breathless, gazing at one another.

After this cayde would steal kisses occasionally. He was surprisingly good at sneaking kisses while you were both out and about the tower. Pulling you into hidden alcoves, sneaky chaste kisses while Zavala is turned away giving long speeches about.... something neither of you remembers.

When the pair of you are in the privacy of your homes cayde will take his time, he loves kissing any bit of you he can get to. lips, cheeks, neck, anywhere. Likewise, he loves feeling your lips on him, when you swoop in to kiss his cheek when you're busy in the kitchen, his chest when you're curled up in bed, he's addicted to the feel of your lips on him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Cayde doesn't get many opportunities to be around children. Often his interactions are fleeting waves as he walks the last city on patrol or when disaster has struck and he's ushering frightened families to safety, trying to treasure them. When you see these rare moments, you don't miss how his demeanour softens slightly but there's a ... melancholy beneath it.

however every month or so cayde gets plenty of time to spend with children..he has to coach his dodgeball team after all. it is very early on that cayde tells you about how he beat Shaxx and convinced the titan to play dodgeball with the children of the Last City. Cayde cant help but laugh when the children he's coaching meet you for the first time and start singing teasing songs about kissing in trees. these are usually followed up by cayde with an over-exaggerated eyebrow wiggle and "you know... I know some pretty good trees" whispered between barely held-back giggles.

Cayde's little team love you and the Hunter Vanguard totally hasn't gotten everyone team shirts. yours may or may not say property of cayde somewhere either hidden or in massive letters on the back, hell say its a printing error...it totally wasnt.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If you're not both on some sort of mission or patrol, you normally wake up in an empty bed, cayde likely already off to perform his vanguard duties.

If you’re both up bright and early, he’ll wake you with a gentle shake and soft words. His voice is not warmed, up its lower, a little staticky and it sends shivers through you. Once you’re both dressed he’ll make you coffee and ask about your jobs for the day before wishing you a safe day and kissing you softly.

If both of you have a rare day when neither of you has morning commitments, it's the sun peaking lazily through the blinds that wakes you, Caydes arms around you securely. If you try to get up and escape the cocoon of warmth, the response from him will be a groan of protest as he pulls you back towards him, nuzzling into you and murmuring "Stay" and how could you resist such a request?

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights where you can stay up late with no commitments the next morning are spent either in a bar somewhere in the last city, hidden away in a corner. or you would spend it in your room. drinking, playing cards, or just cuddling while some old golden-age holotapes play.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes a long time. There are some things even Zavala and Ikora aren't privy to. One of those things being Cayde's journal and ace. He very slowly begins opening up, the charismatic and charming mask slipping slightly to show you the vulnerable and scarred exo beneath. Eventually, after a few years, cayde will tell you about Ace and his journals over a quiet drink away from other prying ears. It's a few years after this that he actually lets you read them.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Cayde inwardly is a patient man. He'll make jokes about how long things are taking, and pester people, normally Zavala but part of being a hunter is control and knowing when to wait for the best moment to strike.

That doesn't mean people don't push his buttons sometimes. He doesn't take kindly to threats or things bothering those he holds dear, namely you. Cayde is quick to shut it down.

You rarely see cayde truly angry, pissed yes, irritated also yes. But angry, that's a rare 'treat'. He's not a loud angry person but the type who when they go silent you know shit is about to hit the fan. A quiet cayde is a dangerous cayde.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Cayde remembers most things, his position as hunter vanguard means he's under a lot of pressure to remember things such as patrols, Bounties and planning the next missions but he'll make an effort to remember dates. Anniversaries, birthdays, and other important dates he comics to memory. He tries to remember your favourite foods so he can surprise you with dinner sometimes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You were both so tired. Tried, worn out and stressed. You were returning from a mission that had gone south quickly and from your seat behind him you could hear his leather gloves creak in protest at his tight grip on the controls as he piloted the ship. You'd both been in foul moods, sleep-deprived and aching, the mission had been filled with snappy retorts and growled orders. You hadn't spoken since getting on the ship. The silence was broken by Zavala on the coms ordering for your return, Cayde interrupts, slamming a finger on the disconnect button. "Fuck this" he grows and turns the ship around.

Minutes later you finally touch down somewhere and neither of you moves, he slumps back into his seat. " 'm sorry" he murmurs, not turning to look at you. His voice is quiet, remorseful. You ask where you are, and he signals to the exit of the ship. Once you disembark you find yourself in a forest clearing, a lean-to was haphazardly built against a tree, filled with a few caches, chairs and supply boxes. "Little private hideaway. Sometimes I just...need somewhere" he says leading you to a chair.

He pours you a glass of something, it's strong and warms your throat on the way down. You stay there that night, laid out on a blanket drinking and just talking. Wrapped up in one another under the stars. That's the night he tells you about Andal, about Ace and his journals. The night he truly realises how much you mean to him and how much he can't let you go.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Cayde outwardly is about what you would expect when someone's in a relationship. He's cool and collected and shows he knows you can handle yourself. But inside that exo brain is a totally different story. He knows every mission you're going on location and time. He's committing your ship, sparrow and every detail of your armour to memory, God forbid he ever have to look for it, wreckage or otherwise.

If you're on a mission with him, he's first through every doorway, round every corner and in every room. He plays it off as being the leader of the fire team and thus leading. But really, it's to make sure if there's a trap, a hidden danger or an enemy and you’re both caught unaware it's not you who gets the hit.

If he's having particularly bad days after nightmares about Andal and other lost friends, he might slip a tracker into your gear in case something happens to you. When you found it, you were livid at first. You let him explain, panicked words tumbling out promising it wasn’t out of worry of you being unfaithful but fear of actually losing you in that big expanse outside your cosy apartment. After that, you Make sure your ghost sends cayde frequent updates on your location while you're on missions to cayde.

You've saved Caydes ass more times than either of you can count. Every time you do there's a look in his eye. One that took you a while to decipher but when you did you realised it was a mix of pride and trust. He knows you have his 6. And he'll never admit how hot it is when you get angry at whatever it is threatening his life and subsequently beating it into a pulp just for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Caydes' love langue is acts of service and physical touch.

Cayde would try, bless him. He'd try so hard but in the chaos, it would be difficult. Your odd and often full schedules rarely match up but when they do he's making plans, and dates, he's buying you flowers, and gifts.

Everyday tasks like making your coffee, and running you a bath when you return from a long day among others are a regular when it comes to cayde.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s incredibly self-sacrificing when it comes to fighting the good fight. Even if it means him stumbling in at 3 am, beaten and tired. This also manifests in your relationship sometimes taking a backseat, you understood of course but that doesn't mean you didn't miss him.

Other than that he is terrible at taking care of himself unless its initiated by you, eating, sleeping and sometimes bathing taking a back seat in order to do his job.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

While he’s not too concerned too much with his looks, he does like to keep looking good. He uses wax on his metal plating and makes sure his armour is in good spec. When the two of you began getting closer cayde began to care a little more. At first, it was subconscious, you were his friend, and he didn't want to look like a scruff. But then he found himself fussing over his cloak in his reflection before he would go to see you and maybe he had even bought a new cologne and hoped you'd get close enough to notice.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

At first no. cayde was certain about that. Until long missions felt longer, when you were away the bed felt emptier. His hand felt barren without his queen of hearts and he realises that you are his safe space, his respite and he wants to be that for you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Cayde will never admit this out loud, but he loves a little pampering now and again. You heard him mention offhand to another exo about a little place in the bazaar that does an exo wax that he swears by. That evening you surprised him with a home-cooked meal and candles. After you led him to the bed and helped him out of his armour. He was surprised when you pulled out the exo wax, he hadn't directly told you and he won't admit how much it meant. By the time you finished gently massaging the wax onto him, he was asleep, blissed out from the attention and much-needed care.

Sundance ADORES you. Cayde's little light had liked you the moment they witnessed the two of you meet and cayde loves hates it. You and Sundance are little sass machines sometimes and cayde is often the object of your laughter. Sundance loves that you take care of cayde, especially when he won't. Cayde confided in Sundance when he began feeling feelings more than friendship and the little ghost was thrilled. Often when cayde is busy pouring over maps and reports, Sundance will float by you, or perch on your shoulder or lap to keep you company.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Cayde isn't a fan of people who put others down, especially if those people are guardians who were resurrected recently. He has a protective streak when it comes to new lights and finds people who actively put them down or treat them with disdain to be unlikeable.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Cayde is a light sleeper. When you’re out on missions constantly God knows where you need to be alert and ready. This twinned with occasional nightmares and his vanguard duties means his sleep schedule is horrible. Some nights you wake to rustling covers, a bleary-eyed cayde slipping into bed at 3 am, some mornings you find him where you had left him the night before, awake and pouring over maps or reports and some nights the bad coupling in his leg gives him spasms keeping him awake.

He appreciates any attachments at helping him sleep, hot cocoa in the evening as you coax him to bed, holding him close, white noise and even reading to him, he just likes the sound of your voice. And every night after he sleeps soundly.

#destiny 2 #cayde 6 #cayde-6 x reader #sfw headcanons #headcanon #Cayde-6 #cayde x reader #sfw alphabet #d2

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Something new

Robin x fem!reader

Summary: it's the first day of y/n and Robin becoming official and Robin struggles to show his affection but it all works out :)

Their ages are like 14-15 bc yk first relationships type thing lol also I think ooc robin

I tried adding some Spanish but hopefully I didn't make it cringe so like reader does say like 4 Spanish words and robin says like 3 (translation at the end)

Word count- 872

Robin woke up early this morning, well he really only got like 2 hours of sleep he was way too giddy and unsure of how to act- though he'd never admit it all night about his new relationship with y/n all he could think about that night was how he should approach her the next morning now that they're dating should he hug her maybe kiss her or would he make her uncomfortable, perhaps he should just sneak his hand in hers but what if it catches her off guard and scares her. Nevermind he thought he'll just greet her like he always has with a simple hi.

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Never has robin taken the school bus he'd rather walk to school late than to be squished by sweaty idiots who couldn't shut their mouths for a single second but today would be an exception he wanted be early so that way he wouldn't show up after you and make a move he was hoping you'd do it first.

So here he was on the bus all the way in the back where no one would bother him, literally, there was 3 empty seats around him and he was sitting alone while everyone one talked and looked back at him most likely talking about him but he didn't care not unless someone started talking crap then maybe he would but the bus ride actually went better than he expected.

As he made his way down he was a bit disappointed, there you were, of course you wouldn't show up after him, but he wasn't ready to make a move not even as much as hold your hand so he quickly remembered the second door around the school he could enter from and that's what he did. He showed up to all his morning classes as normal since none of them had you but as lunch rolled in he debated whether or not to show up.

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To say you were confused was a bit of an understatement, first you swear you saw robin climb down the bus stairs but as you went to look again he was gone than all your friends said they saw him in math a class they all shared for 3rd period without you but he wasn't in the halls during passing period you soon came to the conclusion that he was infact avoiding you which was very weird since you started dating officially not even an entire 24 hours yet. You actually thought you'd be more close but perhaps he feels more awkward now, so for you as lunch rolled in you knew you had to check in on robin and see if he was ready for all this relationship stuff because if he's not your more than happy to co-operate and wait until he's ready or if he doesn't want to be with you, well if he even shows up to the cafeteria.

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You spotted robin fairly quick letting out a sigh of relief, as you made your way to his table you silently hoped your friendship before wouldn't be affected if he told you he wasn't ready.

"Hey" you eneded up saying as you made yourself comfortable in the seat by him, he quickly tensed surprised to see you there.

"oh y/n hey how are you?" He didn't really know what to say, before it was so easy but he knows that he already made it awkward by your small smile. "I'm okay but how are you, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're avoiding me, Robin" as you paused and as robin didn't say anything but just looked at you, you continued "hey, listen I understand if this was all too much too early and I get it if you want to stay just friends until your ready or if you don't want to be with me-" "I- what no." Robin shook his head and raised his voice a bit higher to stop your talking "no that's not it, but yeah sorry for avoiding you but I don't want to break up with you we barely started dating but I know I want to be with you, I just I didn't know what to do I mean this morning I didn't know if I should hug you or kiss you on the cheek or something hell I couldn't even come up with a way to approach you and hold your hand I didn't want either of us to be uncomfortable so I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with that, pero lo siento, alright?" As he finished talking you sincerely looked at him "Oh, Robin eso está todo bien, I just wished you told me we didn't talk all morning because you were worried of making us uncomfortable, that's really cute but relationships work out better if we communicate we could of talked about boundaries and all that jazz" you smiled while looking down at his hand.

As you reached your hand down to grab his you looked up at him "is this okay though?" You showed your guys' hands connected.

"Yeah, it's okay, thank you y/n"

"Can I give you surprise hugs every morning?"

"Only if I can" "for sure"

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Robin: but I'm sorry

Y/n : that's all good

A/n this was originally robin but then I wanted to switch it to finney bc it was sort of ooc robin but I kept him anyway.

#tbp robin x reader #the black phone #relationship #fluff #fanfic #robin tbp #communication #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #finney blake #vance x reader #pinball vance #finney x reader #bruce yamada x reader