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moon-fics · 10 months

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Pretend-Simon Riley/Ghost

A/n: I found another old fic of mine and decided to post it just to have it back up! I hope you all enjoy it!

Summary: You and Soap are forced to pretend to be a married couple on a mission. Ghost doesn't enjoy this in the slightest.

Warning: Swears, angst, jealous Ghost, bad jokes, Gender neutral reader

You wander the streets hand in hand with Soap, gripping his as tightly as possible. You hate going undercover in situations like this because you’re barely armed. You have a single knife in the purse you were allowed to bring while Soap is unarmed. If things go haywire you’re stuck defending the both of you in an impossible situation. You’re just grateful that Ghost will be watching over you two.

“This is the market we’re supposed to stake out, see if anything is fishy.” Soap reminds you, pulling you forward. He stops at the first stall where the fruit is being sold, some you’ve never seen before. You have to pretend to be madly in love with Soap and the idea makes you sick, you’d much rather have someone else in his place. Preferable a tall British man, but you can’t swap now.

“Aren’t these beautiful, honey?” You give Soap an adoring glance and he smiles at you. He agrees, picking up an apple from the stall and handing it to you. You pull out your wallet and hand the seller a random amount, and he thanks you gratefully. You assume you gave him way above the price, but you don’t mind.

“Would you like to look at those wooden sculptures?” Soap offers, pointing to a stall where a woman is carving into wood. Her stall consists of wooden figures of a large variety. Your eyes land on a small skull sculpture and you instantly think of Ghost. “I’ll take the rose-carved one,” Soap speaks up. The woman stops carving and picks up the rose-shaped wood. She gives Soap a wide smile as he hands her money.

“Of course, he would.” Ghost’s voice cracks through your com and you have to stop yourself from laughing. You’ll enjoy Ghost’s commentary on Soap’s actions, it’ll get you through this awkward mission.

“What a lovely couple!” She hums, handing over the figure. You can hear a grunt in your earpiece that’s hidden by your hair. She congratulates you and your eyes are still on the skull. “Oh, do you want the skull?” She asks, picking it up gently. You nod, digging for your wallet again. She holds up a hand and places the skull into your palm. “No need! It’s a gift for your wedding!”

You walk away from the stall after thanking her, taking Soap’s hand again. You’re about to drag him to another stall near a sketchy alleyway you want to check out. Before you can tell him about it Soap grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest. He places a finger over your lip and plants it on the other side of his thumb. Your lips don’t touch but it would be easy to assume you’re both kissing. You can hear more noise through the coms, but you can’t make out what Ghost is saying over your pulse rising. You aren’t attracted to Soap in any way, but the closeness is intimidating.

You want to ask why he suddenly decided to do this until a group of men in enemy uniforms stomps past you. You realize it was his way of blending into a crowd, because who wants to stare at a couple displaying PDA. He pulls away once he believes it’s safe, wiping his thumb off.

“Rude!” You tease as Soap rolls his eyes playfully.

You’ve scoped out any suspicious activity in the area, to the point where you can name every stall with your eyes closed. Your feet are killing you and the heat of the day is making you too sweaty to be comfortable. You’ve already eaten your apple from that one vendor and yet you’re still starving. You just want to get back to base and eat an actual meal.

“Are you ready to leave?” You ask, stretching your legs to give them a break from your weight. Soap gives you a mischievous look before grabbing you and picking you up. You don’t know what cogs are turning in his head but you know he’s planning something.

He pushes his face against your ear where the com is, whispering as sweetly as possible, “I’m so glad you’re finally mine. Marryin’ you was the best day of my life and I’m glad we met.” Your eyes widen at his words. You don’t know where this romance came from and honestly, you’re confused about whether he’s being serious or still playing his part.

“If I knew any better I’d assume you’re whispering sweet nothings to Ghost.” You joke and earn a laugh from both men. Soap begins walking away from the market with you in his arms.

“Just trying something out.” He explains vaguely and a part of your stomach drops. What does Soap have planned and why did he have to make sure Ghost heard? You’ll probably never get your answer from him.

Once you get close enough to the safe house without any risks of being seen, Ghost joins you. His attire stands out from the clothes you and Soap chose for your fake date. His mask is clinging to his face, the skull covering what the rest of the balaclava can’t. He’s looking straightforward, silent as a mouse.

“See anything we should know about?” You ask Ghost, Soap’s interest peaking. Ghost’s eyes look at you through the corners of them, the usual dead look in them. You honestly find his get-up interesting, it’s unique.

“A few cars slowed down while passing the market.” His voice is monotone and you miss how he’d comment on Soap’s acting. You thought it was hilarious how he’d mock Soap and make quips whenever he spoke to you. Now he’s barely talking and you feel disappointed. If you’re being honest, you imagined Ghost being your date instead of Soap.

“I invented a new word recently,” Soap speaks up and you just have to hear the word he’s going to drop on you and Ghost. “Plagiarism.” You let out a giggle but Ghost remains cold. You’re worried now, he usually enjoys these types of jokes.

“I saw a guy spill a bunch of Scrabble letters on the road once,” You start your joke, hoping Ghost will join in after you. “I asked him what the word on the street was.” Soap pats your back with a grin.

“Tha’ was garbage!”

You sit on the bed of your room in the safe house. You were lucky the safe house was pretty big, but not a place you’d enjoy staying. It’s an abandoned house filled with cobwebs and rotting wood. Since the sun has set the house is ten times worse. Every shadow looks like a person and right now you really want a snack. Sadly, Soap left his protein bars on the first level of the house.

You gather your courage to walk down the creek stairs. You feel like a child as you grab your flashlight and a knife. You shouldn’t be scared of the dark, you’ve spent a lot of time in it. But this house is terrifying to you.

You exit your room, slipping down the hall past the other bedrooms. You get halfway down the stairs when someone clearing their throat startles you. You trip a bit and use the railing to stop yourself from falling down the rest. You spin around to see Ghost standing at the top of the stairs with an amused look in his eyes.

“You need a bell on you!” You hiss and Ghost chuckles. The tension inside you disappears at the sound of his laugh. It’s nice to hear it every once in a while, even though it’s not a full laugh. You’re just pleased to see him in a better mood.

“What are ya doing up this late?” He questions, still not moving from the top of the stairs. You have no idea how late it is, you assumed it was about 10 PM but from the way Ghost phrased his question you’d change your guess to past midnight.

“I got hungry and Ghost left his snacks in the kitchen.” You answer. You conclude that he won’t bother you anymore and begin down the stairs again. You enter the kitchen and see a small bag that Soap uses for food. You zip it open and pull out three protein bars. You know Soap will complain to you once he realizes you took food from him.

You sit down in one of the rotting chairs, open a bar, and take a bite. The taste is nice but you miss the meals you’d be able to make yourself. You shut your eyes from exhaustion, mindlessly biting into the bar again. You rest your head on your hand, hoping you don’t fall asleep like this.

“You’ll choke if you aren’t careful.” As if he’s a profit you choke on the bite from surprise. You’re getting pretty pissed about how silent he is and you’re genuinely thinking about getting him a bell. You clear your throat and glare at Ghost. He’s no longer wearing camouflage and is instead in a black t-shirt and jeans, the mask still on but the skull is gone. His arms are covered in veins poking out, the moonlight from a window illuminating them perfectly. You can see his tattoos and they’re hard to see from how chaotic the scene on his arm is. You can make out a skull and a soldier, barely able to confirm dog tags.

You both sit in silence while you finish your second bar, already full. You quietly hand him your extra bar and he stores it in his pocket for later. You stand up and begin heading back to the stairs.

“Do you like him?” His voice stops you. You spin on your heel but he’s not facing you. You’re not sure what he means and he must pick up on that, “Soap.” You wonder what happens if you lie or tell the truth. What are the consequences of your choice? It's not like this is any of Ghost’s business.

“Why does that matter? It’s not like anything will come of it.” You test the waters. You want to see his reaction being answering him. There has to be a reason he’s asking you besides curiosity.

“It doesn’t.” He responds. You’re not satisfied. He can’t just as a personal question after being so closed off and why even ask if it doesn’t matter? You’re upset now and you can’t pinpoint why exactly. Because he asked a personal question or because he doesn’t seem to care about you the way you care about him?

You thought you were close enough to consider yourself a friend of Ghost but now you’re not sure. You’re beginning to doubt if he even likes you or if he’s tolerating you. Have you just been making up answers for yourself this whole time?

“Then why ask, huh? Why are you so interested in my love life? For all you know, I’m madly in love with Soap!” You taunt and you can see his arm muscles tense up. You don’t stop though, “I get that you’re the lieutenant and all but what do my feelings have to do with this mission?” You huff. He abruptly stands up and marches over to you. His eyes are dark even with the moonlight reflecting off them. You stare deep into his eyes, trying to figure out what his issue is.

“Are you?” There’s a long pause where your breathing can be heard. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly at the position you’ve put yourself in. He’s so close to you, you can feel the heat radiating off him. You want to reach up and touch his face even while angry, but you close your fists instead. “Are you in fucking love with him?”

“No.” You answer right after he finishes his question. You furrow your brows and frown. There’s no change in his eyes and you’re certain he’s going to scold you. You hate how many pauses you’ve taken in this conversation so you speak again, “Someone else.” You bite your tongue at your response, hating how it came out.

He steps away from you and cold air rushes to your skin. His eyes no longer harbor anger, instead, there’s a distance. As if he’s pulling away from you mentally as well. You can’t describe the emotion his eyes are presenting you but it makes your chest ache. You reach out and grab his hand, staring at the connection.

You partially believe he’ll rip his hand from yours and reject you in every way possible. Instead, he adjusts his hands to fit your better. “Me?” He mutters softly. You nod and avoid eye contact with him.

You hear fabric moving and your eyes are swiftly covered by a hand. His hands are rough but you don’t mind it. His other hand lets go of yours and grazes over your lips. You swear you can sense him smirking.

“’m gonna erase his kiss from your mind forever.” His voice is low, dangerously low. You don’t have the heart to tell him Soap faked the kiss, not wanting to ruin the moment. Ghost slams his lips onto yours, and crosses your cheek. He’s rough at first, hungry for anything he can get from you. After a while, he slows down and his kiss is more gentle. His thumb rubs up and down your cheek and your heart skips a beat. He removes his lips from you but his hand remains over your eyes, “You’re mine.”

“Who said I wasn’t?” You tease.

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efingcod · 2 months

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Lipstick Masquerade - Chapter 1

Captain John Price x fem!Reader

You are a bartender at a high-end club that serves very powerful and dangerous men. Price is Price. He's undercover.

TW: The general kind of misogyny you would expect from the clients at an establishment like that. Mostly hinted at, if I can avoid stating outright. Sexuality.

This idea has been floating in my head for some time so I knew eventually I would get it out.

The vinyl of your boot creaks as you stretch out your ankle. It’s been such a long night. You take a deep breath and check your makeup in the mirror. You slip two fingers between your corset and your breasts, producing a tube of lipstick, Blood Red, which you swipe over your lips. You tuck the lipstick safely away and stick your finger in your mouth to remove the excess lipstick. No sense in looking this hot if you have lipstick on your teeth. Then you blow your reflection a kiss.

You back away from the mirror to get a good look at yourself. Your ass looks amazing in your surprisingly comfortable leather pants. Your outfit was chosen for both comfort and sex appeal. Hard to find, but you knew where to shop. You yank your corset up and, heels clicking on the tile, exit the employee bathroom.

The booming music of the club, muted in the bathroom, now fills your ears. Things have begun to quiet down a bit after the rush in the evening. It’s always like this on Tuesdays. The clients check into their hotels, get a steak at The James Tavern, and then head here. They get a drink and see their favorite girls in the back. Despite the fact that the only thing you do for money is serve drinks, for some of them, you’re their favorite girl. Some would love to bring you to the back. They see you as a challenge. In your experience, some men, even when placed in front of a row of beautiful women, will always eventually turn their heads to see what else is out there.

And that’s fine by you; you pour heavily and leave with a fat wad of cash every night. Everything is in cash. No one wants a transaction from this place on paper.

You grab your towel and do a quick wipe down of the bar counter. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a man approach the bar. You saunter over, a smile widening across your face. You look at him through your long fake eyelashes and say, “What can I get for you?”

Oh, he’s good looking.

Not that you don’t see good-looking men come in and out of here. Even the hot ones buy it from time to time. But this one, he looks a bit more down-to-earth. Even in his nice suit and with his hair slicked back like that, the uniquely styled facial hair tells you he's not like some of these other overgroomed and sculpted assholes. He places his hands on the counter. Fingers cleaned up, buffed, no hint of even clear polish. Someone had a job working over his callouses, but you didn’t miss the remnants on the pads of his knuckles.

Well, perhaps he was hired muscle.

Either scoping out the place for his boss or cashing in on his employee appreciation gift. It made no difference to you.

He orders a whiskey neat. Not top shelf either. A man who knows what he wants and he doesn’t seem concerned with impressing anyone.

Interesting.

You’re also not surprised when he speaks with a gruff British accent. Again, the facial hair gives it all away. “Thank you,” He says as you pour his drink and hand it to him. You note that not once in the past five minutes has he even looked at your tits. That’s practically a record. You doubt most of the regulars, besides the ones who favored you, of course, could pick your face out of a lineup. Which was good; you didn’t need anyone hounding you while you were shopping at the grocery store. Now, your décolletage - well, that was a different story. You smile warmly at him and tell him the price as you pass a tray to him.

There’s a hot second where you wonder if he’ll balk at it, but he just grabs his wallet. Nice leather, nondescript, and practical - a brand you don’t recognize. He counts out the cash, clearly familiar with the currency, and places it on the tray.

You take the tray and return the bottle on the way to the cash register. As you count it out you realize he’s left you a nice tip. You already knew you were going to like him and you're always pleased when you've got a good read on someone.

When you turn back around, you see he is still facing forward. He wasn’t staring at your ass, nor was he enjoying the floor show.

Unusual.

But as you think that, he turns in his seat toward the stage. Sandy is currently hanging from the pole, doing the splits in mid-air. She tried to show you how once, but you decided you were never going to be that flexible. The tips of her long strawberry blonde hair just brush across the stage. The light picks them up, making the strands seem to sparkle. You can’t recall if that’s her actual hair or a well-applied wig. Not that anyone cares, she’s beautiful and skilled; it would be hard for anyone to keep their eyes off of her.

With no one to serve and nothing to clean up for the moment, you lean on the bar and watch. Even though you’ve seen it before, you’re always impressed when she spins around the pole upside down and, at the same time, manages to remove her bra with one hand. The newcomer chuckles good-naturedly and turns his attention back to you.

“Talented gal, isn’t she?” You grin at him and make a soft humming sound of agreement. “Can I get you anything else?” You ask. He puts a hand up and shakes his head. “Long night?” “Something like that,” He says. “We do have quieter rooms,” You suggest. “Nah, not ready for that yet,” He says with another chuckle. You note something in his eyes and wonder if he’ll ever be ready. Most of the men who come through here have a certain way about them. Posturing. A little money, and they can own every woman in the room.

Well, almost every.

That’s part of what they pay for, of course. That feeling of power. This guy didn’t seem to want it. Or maybe you prefer to think that.

Were you just getting a little sucked in by those soft gray-blue eyes?

“What’s your name?” He asks. “Uh- Jessie,” You say. It takes you a moment to recall your fake name. It’s not like you’re going to give the clients a real name, not that most of them ever ask. “I’m Owen,” He offers. You know a fake name delivery when you hear one. And that’s fine. Most clients preferred their anonymity as well. “Nice to meet you, Owen,” You say.

He looks ready to say something else when a group of several large men- bodyguards- walk through the door. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Owen straighten up. You glance at him, apologetic, but he waves you off. The bodyguards part to make way for their boss. It’s a bigwig. Everyone just calls him Mister.

You conjure his usual order with fast but controlled movements. It’s in front of him before his ass hits the stool. You note that he’s wearing a particularly gorgeous gray suit of silk wool. A suit sold by a store that requires a referral letter and a credit check before you step one foot in the door. The way you hear it, the place doesn’t publish their address. Word of mouth, just like here.

“That’s why I like you, Jessie,” He says, giving you a wink. You’re one of his favorites. Luckily, he respects your boundaries. You mix the finest Manhattan he’s ever had, and he’d never do anything to interrupt that process. He had actually said that to you once. The thought made your skin crawl. You don’t know what he does in those quieter rooms. But the girls he chooses come back with red-rimmed eyes and purses filled to the brim with cash. Some of them take long breaks, some never come back. You smile your Blood Red smile at him.

You wait for a moment in case he needs something else. Despite his favoritism, he doesn’t have a high tolerance for you waiting on anyone else. But this time, he seems content to watch Sandy dance. He says something disgusting about her breasts. Then he speaks in a low voice to his head bodyguard, Lars. Lars looks like an extra from a Thor movie. But he’s not someone you should mistake for a meathead. There’s a reason Mister chose him as his head bodyguard. He speaks to Lars as if you’re not there. He always does that. You know more than you’d like about the ins and outs of his business because he thinks you’re just some dumb girl who’s never going to do anything about it.

Sometimes, you imagine going to the cops, telling them everything you know, and taking down every bastard who frequents this place. But you know that no one will listen to you. And you’re sure that some of them line their pockets in cash.

Mister doesn’t seem interested in you at the moment. It seems he’s found a companion for the night. You breathe a sigh of relief when he and his entourage leave your bar and move to one of the rooms in back.

Then you glance in Owen’s direction. Against your better judgment, you've found his presence comforting, but his stool is empty.

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mickeyswhore · 6 months

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Foreign Beauty

A/N: Might get in a silly goofy mood and write a part 2, let me know if I should. 💕

Summary: After your father made you attend Oxford, you took a detour during the holidays to Birmingham and there you met Thomas Shelby, and the two of you got pulled towards one another.

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: toxic father, smut (a little bit though)

Tag: @mrkdvidal1989.

You hated your father now, he made you go to Oxford university. You wanted to only live in

Paris and be able to just live your life and buy pretty dresses and have fun with your friends, but not now, you needed to be in a gloomy town with people that can’t even dress properly and that made you angry.

“Father, if you insist on me getting an education why not Paris? We already have a place there.” You had no idea why your father wanted you to pursue an education, it was only a matter of time until you were married off for an alliance anyway.

“You cannot be just a ditsy woman that only thinks about what’s on her body, you must feed your mind. End of discussion.” With that your father left you and you went to your room to cry.

How could he do this to you? Wasn’t enough that he was a criminal and you could never bring your friends to where he was? The fact that your mother left and he never allowed for you to have a relationship with her? Every single thing about your life was about your father, and no doubt that he wanted bragging rights to all of his associates of how he had his only daughter to attend Oxford.

If you had to do this, you wouldn’t be caught dead in British clothes. You told your father that you would get a new wardrobe with the latest Parisian fashion, if you can’t change your father’s mind, you would definitely make his wallet hurt. That was exactly what you did, went to Paris and ordered a whole new wardrobe to all of the fashion houses that you could think of. Your father was furious but didn't want to say anything, as long as you were going to university, nothing else mattered to him.

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The boat trip to Cardiff was long and dreadful, and to make things even worse it was raining in Wales, as usual. Your father’s men were waiting for you, and you had so many suitcases that it filled both cars. People in England took their time to stare at you, it always happened, you would never brag but your were a pretty woman in a pretty dress in gloomy Wales, people will stare. You got into the car and waited for your father’s men to be done with loading the cars.

The drive was boring and it was raining in most places, so you decided to take a nap. You woke up with commotion in the car and two of the men were fighting in the front of the car.

“What is happening?” You realised that the car was stopped, and the other two men were outside in the rain trying to fix it.

“Sorry, ma’am but the car broke down and we are nowhere near Oxford, we’re in Birmingham.” You saw a map pf England once and was confused, these are the men that your father employs? You took a deep breath and grabbed your umbrella and left the car, there seemed to be a pub nearby. “Wait, ma’am where you’re going?” One of the men tried to stop you but you kept walking.

“It’s cold, it’s raining and I saw a pub here. Could you please let me know when we can go?” He nodded and you kept walking towards the pub. When you entered the smell of cigars and booze hits your nostrils, and the warmth as well, it wasn’t that crowed so you simply took a booth and removed your very expensive fur coat.

You bought a drink and again all of the men and women were staring at you and you needed to get used to it. You were starting to get bored, maybe going back to the car was the best option. When you were about to leave, both doors were opened and a few men came in, they must be important since everyone got out of their way, you saw the one with the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen in your life and the man was incredibly attractive.

The man noticed you quite fast since you were the only one staring at him, quite unabashedly as well. He went to your table and sat down right in front of him, with a grin on his face, that made you smile.

“Never seen you here before.” You smiled, never having the opportunity to interact with people that weren’t from your father’s circle. “I would’ve noticed if I seen you here before, who are you love?” He seemed genuinely interested and you were basking on the attention. You said your name to the man.

“We lost our way to Oxford and the car broke down so I decided to come here and be warm with a drink. May I ask who you are?” You took a sip of your drink and the two of you couldn’t stop smiling at each other.

“I’m Thomas Shelby. Pleased to meet you.” He extended his hand and you shook it, and the two of you couldn’t deny that you felt something when the two of you touched. “Would you like another drink, love?” You nodded and Thomas went to get your drink, after he came back, he sat down near you.

“You’re quite forward, aren’t you Mr. Shelby?” You grinned at him and he seemed very pleased with himself.

“I have to, with a foreign beauty like yourself, someone might steal you away.” Thomas was being coy, he knew that no one would dare to talk to you with him there, but he wanted to make you feel special and also acknowledge the fact tht all of the men wanted to be with you.

“You don’t have faith that you are the most interesting?” You quickly realised that you love to tease Thomas Shelby.

“I know that I am, it simply might not be the case for you.” He wasn’t boring, you had to give him that and also confident, a man has never looked as attractive as he is now.

“Touche, Mr. Shelby.”

The two of you started talking about other things, politics mainly. But also art, and history. You were much younger than Thomas but he didn't mind it all and you loved the fact that he was older, mature and most importantly, confident.

The two of you were touching each other, his hand were on your thigh and your hand in his arm as well. The tension between the two of you was getting worse, the two of you even stopped talking just to keep looking at each other and touching each other. Thomas leaned into your ear, sending shirvers down your spine.

“Should we go somewhere more private, love?” He whispered in your ear and you only nodded, guiding him towards the bathroom.

When the two of you got there, Thomas put you against the wall and started to kiss you. His kiss was full of hunger and passion and you were more than happy to indulge him, you needed this too. Thomas started removing your dress and you removed his shirt, you were only dressed in your undergarments now, and Thomas still had his trousers. He started kissing your neck, drawing moans out of you.

Your hands went to his cock, he was painfully hard and you could tell that he was painfully hard. Thomas removed your bra without you even noticing, you felt his warm lips on your nipple, making you moan, with one of his hands Thomas started playing with your other nipple. His tongue felt like heaven on one nipple and his fingers were twisting and pulling the other, you were panting and moaning. You’ve never felt this way before, your pussy was clenching around nothing and you were so wet. The pressure on your pussy was increasing with every lick of one nipple and the pulling of the other.

“Tommy.” You whispered and a strangled moan espcaped your throat, Thomas stopped his ministrations and looked at you, he had the smugest look on his face.

“Did you just cum from me just playing with your nipples, love?” Thomas’ hands removed your panties and he started fingering you and playing with your clit. You closed your eyes from how much pleasure you were receiving but he was having none of it. “Keep your eyes on me, love.” That’s what you did, you’ve met this man a couple hours ago and he already had so much power over you. With his thumb making small circles on your clit and two fingers deep inside your pussy, Thomas wanted to make you cum as quick as he possibly could. “You look divine like this, love. I need you to cum for me. Can you do that, eh?” The noises that were being made were lewd, if you could think straight you would definitely be embarrassed by them.

As if Thomas has full control of your body, you cum again, Thomas enjoys the feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers, he couldn’t wait to fuck you. Thomas was helping you ride out your second orgasm when you heard yelling coming from outside, the two of you looked at each other and out your clothes back on in a matter of seconds.

“What is going on ‘ere?” Thomas yelled, and the men that were with him fighting with your father’s men, you slapped Thomas’ men hoping they would stop assaulting your employees.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” One of father’s men asked you, clearly terrified that something happened to you.

“Of course, is the car ready?” All four of them nodded and if this wasn’t a sign for you to stop doing something you’d later regret, you don’t know what is.

You were about to leave when Thomas stopped you with a gentle pull of your arm.

“Leaving so soon, love?” He seemed almost sad that you were leaving, that made you smile.

“I’m going to Oxford university, if you want me come get me when you can.” You winked at him and he smirked at you.

He was going to get you, alright. With that, you left the pub to the car.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 2 months

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My Bike, My Ride

𖤐Pairing: Biker!Ghost x F!Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, age gap, harassment, creepy men, drinking, slight unsafe driving, blindfold, kissing/making out, P in V, eating out, biting, pinching, more use of Simon instead of Ghost, aftercare,

𖤐Summary: Biker Ghost comes and saves the night, a creepy old guy hitting on Y/n the bartender all night and then Ghost puts a stop to this guys behavior quickly

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It was close to nightfall, the bar was starting to get packed pretty quickly. The bar was sitting close to the waters edge, and was close to a few Military bases scattered around.

So, it was constantly packed with grown men, women, and some younger males and girls.

Y/n was one of the bartenders that likes working the long shifts, more money and keeps her busy. Y/n leaned on the counter taking an older gentleman's order.

He had asked for a whiskey sour and Y/n made it for him, before moving onto the next person, a young lady asking for a screwdriver. She always gives the customers smiles and she always made good tips.

"What can I get you?" She moved onto a older man, he was always in here.

"You know what I want, baby," he gives her an ugly crooked tooth smile, sending nasty shivers up Y/n's spine.

She knows about this guy, the bar's owner Cleo has warned the bartenders and servers about this man.

The bartenders and servers have a codename for him Pervy Pete, they don't his name, they don't wanna know his real name, so Pervy Pete it was.

"I don't believe I do. I see many faces, sir," Y/n lied, she knew this guy, he always ordered the same thing.

"Voodoo Ranger," he says, with a disgusting smirk.

"Coming right up," she says. Opening the mini fridge under the bar and popping the lid of the can and sliding it towards him.

Then moves onto a different customers.

Y/n was one of the young one of the bartenders still allowed to pass drinks and all, but she got hit on the most by men, but she'd call them out by asking 'how their wives were doing?' or asking 'how many kids do you have again?' making them shut up and all.

She now was cleaning some of the empty glasses and smiled when one of the Naval recruits starting talking about his adventure but was soon cut-off by an older gentleman saying 'that's not true' making half of the bar laugh at the new recruit.

DING

"Welcome in!" Cleo greeted a man walking into the bar, he was wearing a black mask with a skull, he finds an empty seat at the bar, in Y/n's section.

"I'll get with you in a minute, sir," she says, placing down a glass and giving him a menu, she was doing some refills on other patrons drinks.

"Ma'am," Pervy Pete calls, he raises his hand then his beer can, slamming his empty beer can on the bar counter, pushing it towards her very close to the edge, luckily Y/n stopped it before it fell off the bar.

"Yes, what can I get you?" She sounded annoyed.

"Another one," he demands. Y/n rolls her eyes tossing the empty beer can in the trashcan and opening a new one for him. "What time do you get off?" He asks her.

"I'm not allowed to share times with anyone," she says, before walking away.

"Now, what can I get you sir?" She gives the man in a skull mask a soft smile.

"Bourbon on the rocks," he tells her. His voice was dark, and his deep British accent had sent chills up her spine.

"Coming up," she grabs an empty glass filling it with ice and pouring a small amount of bourbon in the glass, pushing it towards him. "There you go," she gives him another soft smile.

He pulls out his wallet and pulls out a 20 stuffing it into the tip jar meant for Y/n.

"Thank you, sir," she tells him.

"Anytime," he tells her taking the glass and sipping from it.

"Would you like to start a tap?"

"Yeah...why not?" He pushed his card towards her.

"MA'AM!" Pervy Pete yells for Y/n's attention. Y/n looks over her shoulder and the man she was talking to looked past her. He was shaking his empty beer can at her.

"He comes here often I guess?" He asked her.

"Almost every night...I'm already tired of him," Y/n looks around for Cleo, she sees her within the crowd of people. "CLEO!" Y/n yells for her attention.

"What's up?"

"Can you help Pervy Pete, I can't do my section of the bar if he's calling for me, every fucking second," she says.

"I'm on it," Cleo says, coming behind the bar.

Y/n did her job and Pervy Pete was being a fucking nuisance, being loud and ignoring Cleo half of the time, he only wanted Y/n's attention.

Y/n went back to the man in the skull mask. She grabs a rag and starts cleaning around him.

"Looks like he wants your attention."

"He can piss off...I don't have time for him," she says.

"Ma'am!" Pervy Pete was now next to the man in the skull mask and leaning over the counter towards Y/n.

"Sir, please, I have a whole bar full of people, I can't be focused on you, I'm trying to clean up after everyone as well-"

"I need another fucking beer," he cusses at Y/n.

"Sir, you have been cut-off," she takes the empty beer can from him, Pervy Pete quickly grabs her wrist.

The man in the skull mask quickly stood up grabbing the man's collar making him release Y/n's wrist. Y/n looked towards Cleo for help, but Cleo wants a bar fight...don't know why?

"Don't fucking touch her, she says you are cut off, and you are just being a fucking man-child," he starts walking the man out of the bar. "And piss off," he shuts the door.

He walks back to his spot at the bar.

"Next drink you have is on the house," Cleo says, standing next to Y/n.

"Thanks," he says, taking his glass and swirling the drink around.

"Would you like anything to eat?" Y/n asked him.

He smirks under his mask and pulls the bottom up taking a sip from his glass, and pulling it back down. "I mean...when do you get off?" He asks.

"Oh...I'm not allowed-"

"She gets off at 10."

"Cleo!?"

"What?" She walks away.

"Yeah...I get off at 10..."

"Cool...I'll wait for you," he says. Giving her a wink.

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Y/n continue her work, helping patrons, helping the man in the mask, and cleaning around the bar.

Then suddenly a glass breaks, the new girl Tara was a shaking mess, she has been trained but she's never experienced a bar rush before.

"Tara, you good?" Y/n asked her, she grabs a rag placing it over her hand and picking up the glass pieces.

"Oh, Y/n don't I'll get it," Tara says.

Cleo came rushing with a broom and dust pan, sweeping up the rest of the glass as Y/n tossed the bits she hard in the trash and placing the rag in the laundry.

"Y/n, your hand," Tara says. Y/n looks at her hand seeing some cuts.

"Oh, I'm fine," she goes to the bathroom washing her bloody hand wrapping it up.

"That seems like a nasty cut," she hears the deep voice.

"Oh sir, you can't be back here-"

"It's fine, Cleo says, I could, I wanted to know if your hand was okay."

"Yeah, I'm okay," she smiles at him. Showing him her hand seeing it was fine and nicely wrapped up.

"Hey, Y/n, why don't you go home early?" Cleo says, walking in the back.

"What? I'm okay, I can still pour drinks." She says.

"I know, but for safety reason please."

"Yes, ma'am."

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Y/n had walked from the back her jacket on and she looked around for the man. She steps outside and sees him leaning on a black bike. He had a cigarette between his lips, he sees Y/n putting his cigarette out and pulling his mask down.

"Like a ride?"

"I've never rode on a bike before," she says.

"It's easy, come here," he takes his helmet putting it on her head. "It's a bit big..." he pulls the little strap to tighten the helmet a bit.

He then starts the bike, she jumps a bit. He makes sure the kickstand is up and places his hand out, Y/n takes it. Her hand was so small compared to his.

She swinging her leg over the seat. He places her arms around his waist.

"Hold tight," he tells her.

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Once on the rode and the man told her that when he turns, she needs to lean with the turns, not to far to where they could fall, just a slight lean.

He stops at a red light, sitting up and placing his hands on her knees, it was like a reflex to do that, to make sure she was okay.

He put his head back, his beautiful eyes looking at her.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yes...still nervous..." she tells him.

"You wanna go fast, to pass though nerves?" He asks her.

"Huh? N-No, I think t-that'll make me even more nervous."

"Come on, you'll like it," he teases.

Once the light turns green, he leans forward moving his foot up and going faster than the cars, she squeezes him a bit tighter, her head between his shoulder blades, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

"Come on, open your eyes," he says, he just knows they're shut.

"N-No," she says, he could hear her voice, sounding like it was breaking like she was on the verge of crying.

He then slows down and sees his apartment complex up ahead. He pulls into the parking garage finding an empty spot.

He gets off first and turns to her, unbuckling the clip under her chin and helping her take the helmet off. Her eyes were red like she was done crying.

"Hey, I was kidding."

"I'm fine," she says, getting off the bike. He feels bad now, he didn't want her to be upset, he wanted a bit of fun.

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"I don't want this to be awkward between us," he tells her. "Simon...my friends call me Ghost." He tells her, putting his hand out.

"It's a late for introductions."

"It's never too late," he says.

"Can I ask what the mask is for? You didn't take it off once at the bar, and you only moved the bottom half to drink."

"Not sure..."

"You don't know why you wear it?"

"No one needs to know my identity," he says, sitting on his couch.

"Can't I see?" She asked, taking her jacket and shoes off.

She sits next to him.

"Definitely not," he smirks.

"Why not?" She says, putting her hand on his stomach.

Simon smirks and gets up, leaving her on the couch, he comes back with a silk blindfold.

"You trust me?" He asks.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Yeah, either I put this on you...or the mask stays on."

"I trust you," she turns around and brings it over her eyes he ties it, she turns back around black was the only thing she could see.

Simon takes off his mask, he gently takes her hands, placing them on his face. She could feels scars on his temple, nose, both corners of his lips and one of his jaw line, she could feel like prickle on her fingers, he must have shaven his beard of something.

She doesn't feel any other sort of facial hair like a mustache or a bushy beard or anything. His sharp jaw line, he must workout a lot. His neck felt buff as well.

He opens his mouth her fingers accidently going into his mouth. His teeth felt perfectly straight, one of his canines felt chipped but the other was sharp.

He leans forward and his lips touched her jaw. Her breath hitched but she kept letting his kiss her.

Her fingers then went to his hair, his hair felt short a bit buzzed in the back but it was slightly fluffy on top. He kissed her cheek and then her lips.

She kisses him back, her hand moving down his face, her back hits the couch cushion behind her. His hands went up her shirt and then pulling it off her body, kissing between her breasts, then under her bra.

His hand hooked around her back and unhooking her bra and pulling it off her body. He kisses her big breasts, pinching her nipples and earning a soft moan.

Her fingers went back to his hair, she slightly pulled at his hair, earning a low gruff groan from his lips.

He then pulls her jeans off and pulled down her panties as well. She was completely bare underneath him. He smirks at what he was looking at.

A naked young lady, blindfolded underneath of him. He gets up and starts unbuckling his jeans and pulling off his shirt, being naked with her.

"S-Simon," she moans.

He kissed her stomach down to her inner thigh, kissing them, biting them, and pinching them, all just to hear her moan, her fingers went to his hair giving him a small tug on his hair.

"You think you can take me?" He taps his tips against her bud, she moans and she could feel his girth.

"I-I-I," she stutters.

"Words, my love," he says, leaning down to her ear.

"I...I don't know..." she moans. Simon leans down kissing her lips, distracting her from pushing himself inside of her. "O-Oh my god," she says tossing her head back.

He starts out slow, he looks down and sees his tip just hitting her stomach wall, he pressed his hand down on her stomach earning a soft moan from her.

He then picks up the pace just a little bit, his left hand held her side and the other just above her head trying to keep himself up. Her legs rested on his as he starts picking up the pace some more.

Y/n then touched his hard chest, feeling a few more scars on his chest, she could feel the blindfold start falling down, she didn't say anything, but Simon sees it falling down, his bring the blindfold back over her eyes.

"No peaking, love," he says, kissing her neck.

Her wince when feeling his tip hit against her g-spot. Her hands went back to his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Simon smirks and kissed her neck again, then her shoulder and then back between her breasts. He kissed her breasts and sucking on the side of her breasts.

"P-Please let me s-see your face," she begs.

"Never," he growls in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Please," she begs again, his lips attached to her lips again. Y/n felt herself close to coming.

"Come," he demands. She puts her head back and he notices what she was doing. She was trying to remove her blindfold by moving her head back and forth trying to pull if off her eyes.

He grabs her jaw making her stop.

"You are so fucking desperate, it's pathetic." He says.

"Please...if...if you want me to...c-come...then I want to see t-the...the man...that is making...m-me...come..." she says in between catching her breaths.

"Desperate...little girl," he teases her.

He starts going faster, Y/n's head was hitting against the couch's armrest, she whines. Simon sees this and pulls her up on his lap. Making her bounce up on his dick.

He earns a soft moan and then he looks down seeing come leak from her lower half. He smirks and picks her back up taking her to his bedroom. Once Y/n was on the bed, she notices the change.

"W-Where are we?" She asked.

"My room," he pulls out of her. He starts moving down licking under her thigh and then licking between her very wet folds. Licking up her come, he still hasn't come yet, but he feels like he doesn't need to.

"S-Simon."

"What?" He asks with a mouth full of come.

"Did you?"

"No..."

"Would you like to?" She asks.

"Don't worry about me, love...tonight was for you..." he says, kissing her inner thighs. Before giving her a light smack on her thighs, he leaves her on the bed and she hears water running.

"Simon?" Then she was picked up without warning and placed her in the hot bathtub. The blindfold was off her eyes, she was getting use to the lights, she looks up seeing Simon put his mask back on.

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Y/n was walking out of the bathtub, she had a towel wrapped around her waist and her hair dripping.

"Simon...could I have some clothes?"

"Yeah," he gets up giving her a shirt and some clean boxers.

She looks cute in his clothes. She gets on the bed and sits next to him, she looks at his tattoos on his left arm.

"Where you in the military?"

"Yep...I was on a Task Force and I loved it," he says.

Y/n smiles at him, his hands went to her waist and pulled her close to his side.

"Get some sleep, love," he says.

"Will you sleep with me?"

"Yes," he says, with a smirk on his face running his fingers through her hair.

Later on, Y/n lays on her side, hugging Simon's waist, he pulls off his mask and pulls Y/n closer to him. Her eyes flutter open and she finally sees his face, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost

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wolferals · 4 months

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FUCK YEAH

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual innuendos

„Hey are we still waiting or are you ready to order?" The young waitress asked me for the third time in about an hour. I looked up at her and cleared my throat. „Yeah no... I'll just. Pay for the wine." I point at the still half full bottle of red wine I'd preordered for my date that was supposed to show up an hour ago.

She sent me a pityful look and spoke:"I'll be right back with your bill."

I forced myself to a smile and put my head in my hands.

He really stood me up. After all of the texting for weeks and the hour long phone calls...

I took a deep breath to prevent myself from starting to cry. Then i decided to just get my shit together and i sat up straight, took another few sips of my wine and eventually shot the rest of it down.

As the waitress came back with the bill, i simply handed her a bill far more than the actual bill and said „keep the change".

She smiled softly and carefully laid her hand on my shoulder. „I'm sorry girl, you really don't deserve this. You look amazing."

I smiled at her sweet comment and nodded back at her.

„Have a good night." I spoke as I grabbed my purse and stood up.

She smiled back and replied:"He's a dick."

I only nodded before I walked out of the restaurant.

Ashamed, sad, angry, drunk.

It was only about 8:30 now but due to the time of year, it was pitch black out and it was freezing.

My long coat was trying to keep me warm.

I continued walking for only a few steps before I heard a male voice yell behind me. I ignored it until i felt it coming closer until someone carefully touched my shoulder.

„Ugh what?" I turned around, screaming at the person. I was simply fed up by the world that second.

„Whoa sorry!"

He was handsome. Far too handsome. Tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair (i could tell from his dark beard and the few curls that were showing underneath his beanie).

„I'm sorry but you dropped this."

He held out a card.

My card.

My credit card.

„It must have fallen out of your wallet when you paid inside." He pointed at the restaurant behind us.

„Sorry, i wasn't watching you. I just saw how upset you looked and you did in fact drop this."

I smiled softly and took back my credit card. His British accent was charming.

„Thank you." I tried to sound nice after all that just happened to me that night.

He smiled at me before extending his hand to me. „I'm Henry."

I hesitated to shake his hand at first but eventually grabbed it.

„Y/n."

He smiled again. „I don't know what happened to you but if it cheers you up, my night was absolute shit too."

I couldn't help but chuckle. „Does help a little." I admitted, grinning.

„Good" he smiled. „You okay though?" He seemed to genuinely care.

I took a deep breath and looked around for a second. „Honestly? No. Got fucking stood up by a guy who I thought was genuine. But noo men fucking suck!"

He could hear my frustration.

„Im really sorry... You clearly don't deserve that. Fuck him, he must be super insecure."

Henry spoke and smiled a little bit.

„Your turn now. Why was your night shit?"

I asked curiously.

He laughed shortly.

„Got cheated on, found her in our bed in MY house with a guy I'd never seen in my life."

My jaw dropped. „Holy shit." He nodded.

„Now my night seems like a joke. Im so sorry that happened to you! In YOUR house though?"

He nodded again and then let out a chuckle.

„So yeah my plan for tonight was to get wasted and probably fall asleep on the pavement."

I laughed with him.

„Probably a bit cold in December."

He laughed loudly. His teeth and his smile were gorgeous.

We stood in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up:"Fuck it. Im drunk already. Henry? Do you wanna get drunk and hook up? I know this is super straight forward and I swear to god I've never done this in my entire life but I'm fucking upset and you're feeling just as miserable and i think ur hot and i don't even care if this story was fake or not to pick up women or to get their sympathy but it worked okay? I'm hooked because I think you're hot and we both could need it."

I stopped for a second because I saw the shocked expression on his face.

„If not, please forget it ever said that, forget about meeting me and I'll walk away and we'll pretend we've never talked and i'll go home and go to bed, you can go to some scrawny bar and get drunk and fall asleep on the sidewalk even though it's fucking freezing and you might die but thats on you and not my problem because i don't know you and i'll never see you again, especially if you're dead then, then i won't see you anymore anyways..."

I finally stopped talking after realizing how ridiculous I'd just sounded.

He simply stared at me.

„I'm sorry I-."

He interrupted me. „Y/n?"

-„Yeah?"

He looked me dead in the eye.

„Yes. Fuck yes."

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill imagine #henryxreader #preference #cute #henrycavillxreader #henrybeingabear #imagines #smut #fluff #preferences

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haunted-headset · 7 months

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hello, my dears!

things i adore <3

credits to @daydream-of-a-wallflower for the blog layout idea!

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peachy-tea-anon · 2 years

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“𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙?“ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐶𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑝 𝐴𝑈

synopsis: you work at a small coffee shop near campus, and a tall british man starts to become a regular (pt 2 coming soon!!)

cw: mostly fluff, mentioned cheating on a past relationship, food mention, slight angst at the end?

Monday.

Opening shift.

Usually I hated opening, with having to get up early, to dealing with Karens that bitch about every small detail, to annoying teens ordering a drink with 20 extra add-ons.

But today was different.

I liked opening alone, because i could play my music as i prepare the shop to open up. I lazily wiped down the counters as the sunlight starts to peak through the windows, illuminating the shop with an orange tone.

It was dead quiet after you opened, aside from the soft music playing.

*𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔*

I look up after hearing the sound of the door chime, and i met eyes with a tall man with brown hair and glasses. his nose and cheeks were slightly pink from the cold, and he walked up to the counter slightly shivering.

"hi there! what can i get for you?"

the brown haired boy gazed over the menu for a moment.

"can i please have a..."

he has the cutest accent, it made me blush a little. his voice was deep and rich, and he spoke so eloquently. i started to study his features. dark brown eyes, sharp jawline, and a dimple on his left side that showed when the corners of his mouth curled upwards. i had to admit, he was attractive-

"sorry?" i said, realizing i was too busy staring at him and completely spaced on his order.

"just one black coffee and a chocolate croissant please."

"okay perfect! that'll be $7.49"

he grabs his wallet and slips out his card and swiped. he had long, slender, delicate fingers that gently pushed the buttons on the keypad.

"alrighty, ill have that right out for you."

as i made his coffee, i thought it was silly of me to have a crush on a guy i met once, especially because you two barely spoke. to be fair, i hadn't dated in a while, considering my last boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. he was a total asshole, blaming me for not being good enough, and i carried that for a long time, not allowing myself to date because i thought i wasn't good enough for anybody.

i was quickly pulled from my thoughts as the coffee machine beeped, signaling it was ready. I pull a hot croissant out of the oven and bagged it up.

"here you go sir, have a nice day!" he slightly blushed and smiled, and said "thanks, you as well!" as he left, he couldn't seem to take his gaze off of me. im sure it means nothing.

"who was that?" my coworker niki said, coming in from the back having just put her apron on. "oh just some guy." i said. "some guy, huh? some guy that you were making goo-goo eyes at?" she laughed and i punched her lightly on the arm.

"he's just a customer, plus he's not even a regular, im sure he was just stopping by." i said, my smile faltering slightly.

"i think i've seen that guy on campus... what was his name? hmm. i don't know, but you should totally talk to him!" niki's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "like i said, he was probably just dropping by. he's not gonna come back." i said, not wanting to get my hopes up. "and if he does?" i sigh. "if in some crazy world, he comes back, ill talk to him. BUT, that's only if he comes back tomorrow." niki thinks for a moment, and i can see the gears in her head turning.

"okay, you've got yourself a deal, Y/N L/N. what shift do you work tomorrow?" "im on closing tomorrow night with you, i have classes in the morning."

Tuesday

oh god, im gonna be late to class. i had stayed up late last night doing homework, and that plus working a 5am shift knocked me out.

i rush my way to school, running through the train station like a mad man. i rushed past tall men in business suits, mothers with children, and moody teenagers loitering, but i caught the train just in time.

as i sigh and sit down, i pop in my earbuds and listen to music while reading. the train stopped at the stop right after the one that i got on, and as the doors open, i- wait... IS THAT HIM???

surely enough, it's coffee shop boy. i bury my face in my book, trying not to be seen. i don't think he noticed me.

the school day felt long. i was almost excited to go to work, hoping to see coffee shop boy, but i quickly snap out of it. he's definitely not coming back, he was at the morning shift yesterday so there's no reason he would be there on a night shift.

i get to work, 9pm. it's a shorter shift today, we close at 1 am. "hi niki!" i greet her with a hug and grab my apron. "hello y/n! hoping to see coffee boy?" "nikiiiiii he's probably not coming, it's like a 1 in a million chance." she rolls her eyes at me. "hmmm i don't knoww, he might still come in!" she says, and i just let it slide. "i saw him on the train this morning, im not sure he saw me though." niki squeals, giving me the look. she's a hopeless romantic, and she's always urging me to fall in love, and "live a little".

as the shift goes on, i start to lose hope. it's midnight, if he hasn't come already, he's not going to. i can't say im not at least a little bit disappointed, but that's what i get for getting my hopes up.

*ring ring*

"hi, welcome in-"

...

it's him.

he's here.

standing before me.

he's wearing a dark gray sweater with a collared shirt under it, glasses still perched on his nose.

"h-hi, what can i get started for you?" shit. im stuttering. why am i stuttering? i never stutter with customers, it's the same 3 sayings each time. what can i get for you? anything else? that'll be $___. so why am i stuttering?

"one black coffee and a chocolate croissant please!" he says cheerily.

"black coffee this late at night? you're gonna be up for hours!" i laugh, trying to regain my composure. stay focused, y/n. he's just a customer.

"well, this is a coffee shop, i'd say it's pretty normal to get coffee here" he giggles back, smiling with a dimple on the left side of his face. god id do anything to keep him smiling.

"i suppose so, alright, ill go get that for you." i headed back into the kitchen. as im brewing the coffee, niki comes up to me.

"y/nnnn you're blushing, is coffee boy here?"

i roll my eyes.

"niki, we really need to stop calling him coffee boy." i say. "why don't you ask him for his name?" niki asks. "that's an awful idea."

"why not? you two are basically in love!" niki says, following me over to the oven. "don't be ridiculous." niki crossed her arms in annoyance. "you promised me you'd talk to him!" she says. "yeah, but i don't even know how to start!" it's true, i barely know how to talk to boys.

"well it looks like he's sitting down, just make some light convo!" i groan as she pushes me out of the kitchen with the croissant and coffee in my hand. "go!! talk to your boy toy." she winks at me and i smile.

my heart is pounding out of my chest. what do i say? what do i do?

"here's your black coffee, anddd there's the croissant!" he smiles and thanks me, and he sits to let his coffee and croissant cool down.

"i don't think i've ever seen you here before yesterday." i say. its not a question, not a judgement, just an observation.

"oh, you remember me from yesterday?" he smiles and his eyes light up slightly.

oh god he thinks im a stalker. what do i do??

"i- yeah- um... yeah, i suppose so." i can feel heat rush to my cheeks. i suppose so? great job y/n, you couldn't even make up an excuse.

he smiles again, god that smile.

"yeah, my friend works here and she said i should stop by!" he says. i can't take my eyes off of him. "nice! what's your friends name?" i say out of curiosity, maybe i know them. we don't have many employees, so i should know them.

"niki nihachu, im pretty sure she's on bakers duty tonight."

oh. my god.

of COURSE it's niki. she KNOWS him??

"ah.. yeah she's great, pain in the ass sometimes, but i love her." i say with a smile, trying to hide the shock settling behind my eyes. he lets out a loud laugh.

"HA yeah, pain in the ass is pretty accurate. i think im gonna come here more often, i always told her no but she practically forced me, and turns out it's pretty great. by the way, i don't think i ever got your name-" he is quickly interrupted by niki shouting from the kitchen.

"Y/NNNN, go ahead and take your break!"

"niki i took my break al-"

"take your break!"

god she's such a bastard.

i smile at him, excusing myself to go take my apron off.

back in the kitchen, i speak to niki.

"you KNEW him??? and you didn't tell me?" i whisper-shout.

"okayyyy you got me but come onnnn, you totally have a crush on him, and i didn't even have to force him to come today! i just... maybe... said in passing that you were working tonight..."

i groan at her, brushing off that last part.

"you're on thin ice, nihachu." she giggles at me, handing me my usual, an iced chai latte with oatmilk, add 3 shots and a warm chocolate chip cookie.

"you should... go sit with him!" she reminds me about our promise, and i cave.

"sorry about that, like i said, pain in the ass sometimes." i giggle, sitting in the chair next to wilbur at the counter.

"so, y/n?" he says. i love the way he says my name.

"y-yeah! i don't think i ever got your name, stranger."

"ah, yes, my name is wilbur."

wilbur...

wilbur.

it suits him well.

"it suits you well." i blurt out, not realizing i even said it until it was out there.

"thank you, yours does too! so, what are you drinking, y/n?" he gives me a questioning look with a smile on his face.

"oh, uhh iced chai latte with oatmilk and three shots.."

"and IM the one drinking coffee too late?" he giggles and i laugh.

"listen, i have to work until 1am, you can't expect me to NOT drink this much!"

and he's laughing

and im laughing

and its perfect

and i think i like him

...

i think i like him.

we chat about work, school, niki, things like that.

"y/n, are you single?" he says outright.

"um.. yeah... my ex cheated on me so we.. broke up about 6 months ago."

his smile turns into a look of sympathy.

"im, so sorry, i didn't mean to-"

" oh nonono it's totally fine, he was an asshole. im glad im not with him. what about you, wilbur? anyone special in your life?"

"not at the moment, but there's this girl i think that's pretty cool..."

my smile falters for a moment.

god how could i be so stupid.

"oh... what's she like?" i say, trying to disguise my sadness.

"i met her only recently, but it feels like i've known her for ages."

"that's... great! so great! very.. um... very nice. i, ah. look at the time. i have to dip, it was great talking to you, wilbur."

his smile fades, but he says that he needs to head out as well.

i walk back into the kitchen, teary eyes, angry at myself for being so dumb.

"hey y/n, where is- y/n? are you okay?"

"he likes another girl."

she looks confused, and tried to speak, but i interrupt her.

"he asked if i was single and when i asked him he said there a girl he likes. why would you set me up with him, he doesn't even like me."

niki stays quiet and confused

and the tears are falling down my cheeks

and im so angry

and i think i like him.

before niki could say anything, i run out of the coffee shop, not even clocking out. fuck it, ill adjust it tomorrow.

i collapse on my bed and let the tears run down my face, until i fall asleep.

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a/n: this is part 1, part two is in progress and should be out in a day or two! hope y'all liked it, and remember: stay peachy🍑

#dsmp x reader #dream smp #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #dsmp wilbur #fluff #angst #dsmp coffee shop au #coffee shop au

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y4miiiiiiiii · 10 months

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Kyle Gaz Garrick x NbBlack!Reader

Coffee shop AU

Kyle was wiping the counter, after serving a client waiting fir the next one to arrive. He can't help the smile, hearing Ghost and Soap arguing in the kitchen about Soap messing up something and Ghost yelling at him, when they both suck at baking. Meanwhile Price is in the back, enjoying his cigar, but also so close to opening the damn door to kick their asses.

The soft ding! of the door pulls him away from the distant arguing of the two men. "Hello! and welcome to Cake Force 141, how can I help you today?" he says, huge beaming smile on his face. "Hi! Can I have 2 strawberry shortcakes and a café au lait?" you said, looking up from your phone to Kyle's face.

He stares at you a little, before apologizing and taking your order "oh uh yes! right away!" you nod, giggling a little before sitting in the corner, reading or scrolling on your phone. You can feel his gaze on you, which makes you smile, but you don't call him out.

"KYLE! CAN YA TELL GHOST THAT YE DONT PUT CINNAMON IN COOKIES!! FUCKERS GONNA KILL US!" He sighs heavily, turning towards Soap sending him a death glare.

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15 minutes have passed, and you're sitting there, looking beautiful and sipping on your coffee, smiling at whatever cat video you just saw. He can't help but steal glances your way while serving customers. Of course this didn't go unnoticed by the others. "Ya think he'll ask for their number?" "Maybe who knows ya slag" "That was unnecessary."

"Excuse me? I would like to pay" you said approaching Gaz with a smile that had him cry inside. "Oh sure! that will be..£11.85! (I have no idea how British money works💀) you nod, taking out your wallet and handing him money, along with a little piece of paper. "well goodbye then, Kyle"

He just stood there watching you leave, processing what just happened with the 3 other men screaming and cheering like high school girls. He looked at the paper seeing your number and a little note "you have a really pretty smile, let's keep in touch!" with a little doodle and a heart.

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You came back two days later, alone again. Kyle was really happy to see you, after all you guys spent the last two days chatting for hours. "Hey! How was your day?" "It was doing okay, needed to see your smile to feel better" needless to say, you just stayed close to him with your little cup of tea or coffee just talking and giggling.

YALL IM SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES I KNOW NOTHING ANOUT THE SCOTTISH ACCENT THE BRITISH ACCENT AND THE MONEY☠️ anyways hope you guys like it!

#gaz x reader #cod x reader #cod x y/n #gaz mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #cod #cod x you #gaz cod #nb reader #mw2 fanfic #cafe au #sweetest boy #i love him #cod price #ghost mw2 #cod mw soap #black reader #cod x black reader #nb!reader

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animentality · 1 year

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#polls

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pinnacle-pixel · 1 year

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So here is the scientific advancement which might be shown in Ikemen villain and some bit of history

I may have gone overboard because it was fun, so enjoy.

Also if you all think this is a nerd talking you are thinking correct

FIRST AND FOREMOST DINOSAURS SO IT WILLIAM REX THE W - REX, More and more fossils were discovered in 19th century and it was the year of 1842 the term Dinosaur was coined

Charles Darwin the father of evolution published his one of the renowned book 'The Origin Of Species' in 1859. (As a microbiologist this was epic)

Also, In 1866 Gregor Mendel discovered laws of hereditary but it wasn't until 1900 his work accepted

Now again as a microbiology student this makes me very happy, during the years between 1822 - 1895 Louis Pasteur published the Germ theory which proved Germs were the cause of the disease ( Well there were many diseases in victorian era because they believed bathing actually causes more sickness)

Here medicine and surgery made the great advances, and it was also proved Cholera was transmitted by water but they didn't know how. (But it wasn't until 1928 the first antibiotic was discovered)

In 1831 Faradey invented Dynamo.

In the year of 1876 Alexander Graham Bell invented Telephone (It means there would be a scene where MC will call her wink wink)

Safety pins were invented in 1849. And in 1882 Henry Seely invented the very first electric iron

Gas lights were becoming common at houses of well-of people in the 1840s, but by late 1870s working class people had Gaslight at least downstairs they still had to use oil lamps

Gas cookers became common in the 1890s and Joseph swan also invented the Electric light bulb in the year of 1878

Aesthetics were coming to use in surgery first by an American dentist Henry H Morgan in 1849 by using ether. But James Simpson a professor started using chloroform in operations in 1847 (wtf man but cool).

Also another fact, People thought women shouldn't use chloroform during childbirth because childbirth is supposed to be painful but our awesome Queen Victoria said 'Hell nah' in 1853 and who would criticize the queen hence chloroform became a use in childbirth (Men will be men)

Again as biology student this makes me greatly happy, In 1865 Joseph Lister discovered antiseptic surgery.

Cash Register was invented in 1879 and first electric fan was invented in 1886.

19th century was also the time where bicycling was fun. And it was also the time photography became a hobby (hoping a scene in the game where the male leads has MC's photo in his wallet)

In the 19th century many people experimented with machine guns. Hiram Maxim in 1884 invented machine guns and the British army adopted machine guns in 1889

Some Notable historical moments

The matchgirl strike movement took place in 1888 which was lead by Sarah Chapman which was the start to gender equality

In year 1836 slavery was abolished from British Empire but the former slaves were bound as apprentices and they were worked without any pay from their 'owners'.

In 1845 Irish Potato famine began because a disease called potato blight a fungal disease destroyed the crops.

In July of 1848 Public health act was passed, after Cholera outbreak.

1 May 1848 THE GREAT EXHIBITION OPENED FOR THE FIRST TIME. A series of world fair an international exhibition showcasing the achievement of each nation.

In March of 1848 Crimean War began a conflict between Russian Empire and an alliance of French Britain and Ottoman Empire AKA currently Turkish Empire and Sardinian Troops the war came to an end in February 1856 with Treaty of Paris wait part surrender of Russia. Both sides faced a massive death toll as 1.5 millions of soldiers fought and 367,000 soldiers died.

17 November 1869 The opening of the infamous Suez Canal.

2 August 1880 law regarding every child under the age of 10 should have a compulsory education which lead to decrease of child labour and child death.

25 JULY 1889 FOUNDING OF THE WOMEN'S FRANCHISE LEAGUE. Feminism babyyy, Emmeline Pankhrust a women right activist founded this league a political organization that campaigned women should be allowed to vote and which later gave a rise to women suffragatte movements

#ikemen villains #ikevil

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greytabbydreams · 11 months

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Vandermatthews One-Shot

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Title: Face The World Together

Word Count: 1794

Rating: General Audience

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Summary:

Just a cute fluffy fic about Hosea and Dutch robbing some rich folks on a train.

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Hosea pushed a trolly cart down the small, yet elegantly decorated train car. He smiled down at a couple that were relaxing in the dining car, finishing off their last few drops of wine. A larger old banker type man, and his much younger mistress who was fast asleep; likely from the wine.

“Would you like another glass sir?” Hosea asked in a slightly more friendly twangy accent than his usual tone of voice. Hosea enjoyed playing an act when pulling off his schemes to rob wealthy people who could afford to lose a couple coins.

Earlier, Dutch had received a tip from a brief acquaintance, but a solid source a few weeks ago. When Hosea and Dutch visited Strawberry for the night, so that they could freshen up at the Inn in Strawberry. Dutch got to talking with a well dressed British man. The man mentioned that a ton of wealthy ariscates apart of some mens club was on this train that was passing through near Strawberry. Hosea could practically see the dollar signs flash in his lover's eyes when he was telling him all about this new plan he was beginning to cook up.

When the time came, Dutch had the fabulous idea for the two men to dress as the wait staff. Dutch working the bar, and Hosea going table to table, playing the part of the trolley boy.

The older gentleman replied to Hosea’s offer,

“Why of course! Th-ankss you.” Slurring his words, obviously quite intoxicated from the previous refiles Hosea had given the man.

Hosea just smiled politely, filling the mans glass halfway to the top. However, as Hosea brought the bottle back he knocked the mans fork onto the floor of the car.

“Oh dear, my apologies sir.” Hosea said in facked sorrow, starting to lean down and grab the fallen utensil.

“Don’t worry, I-I gott it.” The man grunted rushing downward to grab the fork.

As the man was reaching for the fork Hosea slyly grabbed the mans wallet that just so happened to be laying open on the table.

“I’m quite sorry again sir, jus’ call for me if you need anythin’ else from me.” Hosea apologized again moving away from the table onto the next car. The man just gave Hosea a dismissive wave as he took a long sip from his newly filled glass.

Hosea stepped into the next car, it was the bar. The room was basically empty aside from Dutch who was using a cloth to wipe a whisky glass, and dressed in a matching black and white server outfit to Hosea’s.

“How much have you tucked away tonight sir?” Dutch said, his voice deep and crackling as he asked Hosea the question. Hosea could swear he saw the younger mans eyes twinkle in the dimily lit car.

“Oh, no need to worry darlin’,” Hosea continued to use his gentle southern twang he developed for the night.

“I’ve taken at least 20 of these idiots cash and valuables.” Hosea’s lips curved into a smirk, and cockily stared at his partner in crime. Hosea put his hand on his hip, and patted the side of his coat that was filled with different types of stolen goods. He had done well tonight, the two of them were sure to make a huge score. Hosea knew he had about 200 dollars worth of goods, plus whatever Dutch was able to put away. They would be living comfortably for the next few weeks.

Dutch’s face fixed into a devilish grin, and he eyed Hosea up and down. Hosea’s heart pounded; the rush of the heist and seeing Dutch with that stupid look on his face was almost too much for him. Dutch walked closer to Hosea, pinning him passionately into the car walls.

“You amaze me dear,” Dutch purred into the crook of Hosea neck, eliciting a small involuntary noise from Hosea’s throat. God Dutch could be practically intoxicating at times.

“Tell me, how did I ever manage to get by without you?” Dutch pushed his groin against Hosea's thigh. Hosea was starting to feel dizzy, wanting so desperately to give into Dutch. However, he was unable to reciprocate the movement. The last thing the two of them needed was to be found out for having sex on the floor of the damn bar car. Hosea pushed Dutch away gently.

“Come on, you can wait until we get off at the next stop.” Hosea said, practically breathless trying to regain his previous composure.

Dutch just shrugged, same twinkel in his eyes as he backed away from the pair's spot against the wall.

“Alright, have it your way, but you need to let me have you on at least one of our schemes.” Dutch said humorously, trying his best to hide his disappointment.

Hosea chuckled a, “sure,” in response and rolled his eyes.

Before the couple could plan their next move, a roar erupted from the car Hosea had just exited to enter the bar.

“That fucking trolley boy stole my wallet!”

“Shit, looks like it’s time to make our escape.” Dutch said gritting his jaw backing away to the exit in the opposite direction of the commotion. Hosea reached for his pistol handle, and Dutch did the same with his own gun.

The pair of outlaws ran through one car to the next, as angry footsteps of the train security followed them. The two men stood at the last car, looking out onto the open air. The dark moonlit forest sped past them.

“I guess we’re jumping; try not to hit a rock.” Hosea exclaimed loud enough so that Dutch could hear him.

“I guess so.” Dutch replied preparing to jump.

The two jumped from the train in the same direction, rolling down a grassy hill that slopped away from the train tracks.

Hosea rolled for what felt like only a moment until he found himself right on his back facing the starry night sky.

Although the fall was rough, Hosea felt okay. He would probably have a couple new bruises in the morning, but nothing too damaging. Hosea rolled over, pushing himself up off the ground.

“Dutch, where are you? Are you okay?” Hosea called out into the dark forest scenery.

A couple feet away Hosea could hear a soft grone that sounded a lot like Dutch. His heart sank, did Dutch get injured?

“I’m coming,” Hosea rushed to the position he heard Dutch’s grone.

“What’s the matter?” Hosea helped Dutch sit up from his spot on the grass.

“I landed on my foot, think it’s probably twisted.” Dutch grimaced in pain as he stretched out his legs.

“Shit.” Hosea whispered looking down at his lover tremble slightly from the pain.

“Here, let me help you up, I saw town lights not too far away.”

Hosea placed Dutches arm atop his shoulders and boosted the man to his one good foot.

“Jesus, you’re heavy.” Hosea scoffed light heartedly, which Dutch replied with a sharp elbow to Hosea’s ribs and quiet laughter.

The pair hobbled slowly towards the dimly lit town, until a kind stranger offered to take them to a local inn.

Dutch sat on a bench, drenched in sweat from the exertion it took to walk as far as they did.

Hosea approached the front desk of the inn,

“Any rooms available for the night?” Hosea questioned the lanky man that was leaning far back in his chair behind the desk.

“Sure, but it’s just got one bed if that’s alright with you?” He said, cocking his head to the side suspiciousily and eyeing Dutch who was still sat on the bench.

“Guess one of us will need to sleep on the floor then.” Hosea replied nonchalantly sliding a whole 7 dollars towards the man.

The man percked up a bit at the amount of money, and tossed a key twords Hosea.

“Room number 5 on the end, over there.” The man pointed to the right side of the building.

“Try not to make a mess.” He gave Hosea a creepy yellow smile where it was apparent a couple teeth were missing.

Hosea turned to help Dutch to the last room labled “5” attached to the building, and unlocked the door.

“Here, let me lay you down,” Hosea soothed, and he helped Dutch sit down on the mattress. Hosea bent down and gently pulled off Dutchs boots, before swinging his legs onto the bed.

Hosea tried to step away, so that he could lie on the other side of the bed, but before he could Dutch reached out for his lovers sleeve.

“Aren’t you gonna help me undress?” Dutch asked in a dangerously flirtatious crackle.

“You’re hurt.” Hosea couldn’t believe Dutch was still in this mood, not even a sprained ankle could stop the great Dutch Van Der Line’s vigor.

“Take pity on me Hosea.” Dutch pleaded staring hungerily at his partner.

“Alright, let’s see then.” Hosea replied, letting himself be coaxed by Dutch’s classic charm that never failed to sway his point of view.

Before Hosea began to remove his partner's clothes, he pressed his lips against Dutch's mouth.

Dutch reciprocated the kiss, deepening it into a passionate and feverish sensation. Hosea let his hand cup the back of Dutchs neck, and Dutch placed his hand on Hoseas cheek.

“I love you.” Dutch breathed, like letting out a heavy sigh inbetween kisses.

“I love you too.” Hosea replied climbing over to lay beside him.

Dutch pulled at Hosea’s server jacket and shirt, trying to wiggle his hand onto his chest and remove the stubborn fabric.

“Take this off for me dear.” Dutch grunted in defeat, unable to properly remove the garment.

“Wasn’t I supposed to do that for you darling?” Hosea laughed reaching to undo the buttons on Dutchs collared server outfit.

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Soon the two of them were less clothed and tangled in eachothers arms as they held one another. Dutch brought his hand to Hosea's bare chest to feel the soft rise and fall of his breaths and heartbeat.

“Sometimes I can hardly believe you’re real.” Dutch said dreamily, lost in thought gazing at Hosea who was laying beside him.

“I’m real.” Hosea replied, bringing Dutch's hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

“Never leave me.” Dutch said softly, yet there was a sternness beneath his lips.

“I won’t.” Hosea replied, now facing to look directly at his partner.

“We’ll always face the world together, just like you said when we first met.” Hosea finished bringing Dutch into another kiss.

Dutch just hummed in contentment, letting himself sink into Hosea’s touch.

Realizing their exhaustion, from the day's scheme, the couple fell asleep in eachothers arms knowing they would always be together.

#rdr fanfiction #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #vandermatthews #red dead redemption community #fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #fix it fanfiction

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ancientivyvintage · 8 months

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paisholotus · 8 months

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Judging by the cover/A friend is Coming

Season one

-Narrative-

khadijah walks into her office towards her desk, turns to check on Synclaire, but stops when the phone rings. Synclaire answers the phone with the most horrible British accent, "Hello, this is Flava Magazine. How can I help you, Love?" Synclaire asks cheerfully.

Khadijah scrunches up her face, "Synclaire, what are you doing?" Synclaire covers the end of the phone and whispers, "I'm making them think we're international." Khadijah bended down and said, "make them think we need some money." Bending back up, taking papers from off the desk. "And keep in mind, this is a grassroots publication." She said sternly. Synclaire nodded, returning back to the phone. "Got it. Yo, yo, yo! How could I hook you up, G?" Synclaire yelled through the phone.

Khadijah shakes her and looks to the elevator when no other than Regine, walking out. "Hello, ladies. I've got good news, and I couldn't wait till you got home to rub your noses in it." She said, smiling at Khadijah.

Khadijah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Well, if it isn't her royal heinie." Regine at the window turns around and smirks, "Look outside. What is Long, Black, and at the curb?" She said, pointing at the window. "I ain't touching." Khadijah said, walking back to her desk. Regine walks over as Synclaire runs to the window to be nosey. "Honey, it's a stretch limo." Regine said. "Well, good, it'll go with your stretchmarks." Khadijah said teasingly.

Regine scoffs, taking a deep breath side, eyeing khadijah. Synclaire walks up to the two, putting both arms on their shoulders. "Is it me, or do I sense a little tension here?" She asks. Regine and Khadijah look at Synclaire and roll their eyes. "Now, I know your Aries rising is constantly conflicting with her Taurus Moon, but can't we all get along?" She asked them nicely. Regine rolled her eyes again and huffed. "Well, look, you all can do whatever you like. I just came by to tell you that the limo outside happens to belong to my new boyfriend, Brad." She said, smiling dreamily.

Khadijah stood up, pushing Regine to the elevator, "If we didn't have so much work to do here, we'd love to hear more about your latest Canine Catch." She said, with a snide attitude.

Regine sits on Synclaire's desk, "Oh, would you?" She said. Patting khadijah on the arm. "Well, Brad and I were on our way to lunch, but we never made it out of the limo." She said, smirking. Synclaire gave her a dopey smile, while khadijah put her hand on her hip, not looking surprised. "He ate caviar from my cleavage, and we drank champagne from my shoe--ah!" Throwing her head back, laughing. "With them big old feet of yours, y'all must have been crazy drunk." Khadijah remarked, looking down at Regine's feet.

Regine waved her off and continued with her story. "I'm telling you, Brad, now, he could be the one. He is fine, educated, and wealthy. And has a butt that's dented on the sides, with the promise of power." Regine said. Fanning herself, giving the two women full imagery.

"We'll see how long this lasts." Khadijah said, shaking her head. Walking again to her desk. Regine frowned and got off the desk, walking to khadijah. "Wait a minute. What is that supposed to mean?" She asked, crossing her arms. Khadijah swung around, giving Regine a pointed look. "Men dump you like Eddie Murphy albums." Offended Regine looks away from Khadijah. "Look, Regine, if you want to have a lasting relationship, you need to start looking beyond man's wallet." She said, seriously.

"Eddie Murphy makes albums?" Synclaire asked, confused. Khadijah and Regine looked Synclaire with 'really' faces. "Synclaire, do your job, please." Khadijah told her. Synclaire nodded, going back to putting people on hold and reading her magazine. Khadijah snatched the magazine and threw it on her desk, causing Synclaire to pout.

Returning back to their conversation, Regine again gives khadijah an offended look. "Wait, are you saying I'm shallow?" Khadijah pretends to think for a second and eagerly nods. "As a kiddy pool." Regine makes an exaggerated gasp. "Mmct." She said, walking towards the elevator.

"I will see you at home, Synclaire. And by to you long neck Dinosaur." She said. Letting out her loud signature laughs, that could be heard from down the street.

Khadijah rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Going back to her papers, when the phone rings. "FlavaMagazine. Oh, hi, mommy." Khadijah said, smiling. Khadijah scrunches up her face in confusion, "who?" She asked. Khadijah smiled and signed, "You know ion like surprises." Khadijah told her. "Alright, I'll talk to you later, Ma, love you." She hung up the phone looking towards Synclaire.

"My mom said there was someone coming to visit. She said it was one of my best friends. But I wouldn't tell you because it's a surprise." Synclaire frowned in confusion, playing with a hair pink haired troll.

"Who do you think it is?" Synclaire asked. Khadijah shrugged, grabbing her bag and coat, "I don't know. But I know I'm hungry. Let's go." Synclaire rushed out the chair, grabbing her things, "don't have to tell me twice."

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Date night gone wrong~

Thanks @haradasaya for requesting this fic

Pairs: milo/sweetheart

Genre: fluff turns to angst

Saturday 8:23.

Sweetheart glanced at their phone, and checked the time and date.

A little worrisome that milo hadn’t returned to the spot in the bar that they were at when he went to park the car, a couple thankfully they glanced up and saw milo coming through the door, looking around before he’d spotted them and started making his way towards them.

Milo was wearing a pair of black jeans and a white tank top, his brown leather jacket draped over his shoulder as he made his way to his mate, who looked troubled..

He wasn’t dumb he could see it in their eyes, no matter how dark, or how loud it was he knew his mate. He‘ll always know his mate, they couldn’t hide from him, it was impossible.

“Heya sweetheart, sorry I took so long, it was kinda tough finding a parking spot.” He said placing a hand on their shoulder.

“It’s fine, I was just worried about you that’s all.” They said avoiding eye contact.

Truth is a couple of, big dudes probably over six foot kept eyeing them, it made them, more then uncomfortable, it made that it was nauseating to see them looking at them like that.

He could tell they were lying, but he didn’t wanna ruin the night by pushing them to pour out their feeling so he left it at that.

“Alright then.” He said taking their hand and walking over to the bar.

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They’d made their way over to the bar and milo pulled a stool out for his stealth.

“A chair my love..” he said pulling it out with a phony British accent.

Which made them laugh as they sat down.

He was happy they laughed, meant they were feeling better, Happier, but nevertheless he could still feel that they were uneasy, it was in their Aura, easy to detect it.

“Hiya there folks what can I get you this evenin?” The bartender asked wiping the counter whilst looking at them.

“Uh, two beers please.” Milo said getting his wallet out, milo was fast but sweetheart was faster, they’d pulled their wallet out at the same time and they both held their card out for the tender to take

“Uh..”

“Take mine.” The mates said simultaneously

The bar tender didn’t know what to do about this ultimatum and just took sweethearts leaving milo grumbling.

“Sweetheart I was fine with payin.” He said passive aggressively putting his card back In his wallet

“Well I am too.” They said chuckling and leaning over to kiss his cheek.

He smiled, happily totally fine with the fact that they paid now.

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Milo was spouting jokes sweetheart laughing, their cheeks red and slightly sweaty from the hot bar, they were laughing and milo was just admiring their beautiful face, beautiful smile, beautiful body, beautiful.. other things

He thought to himself and they were all his. All mine..

He mused about them, whilst smiling

His thoughts were cut off by a whistle obviously directed at him and sweetheart. Well more sweetheart then him, but nevertheless In their direction.

The men were drunk. Obviously close to blacking out, and scary, in sweethearts eyes probably, not his though, fuck no, Milo Greer would protect his sweetheart if it’s the last thing he’d Ever do.

Now milo was mad, sweetheart uncomfortably shifted in their seat, smile, laugh, and happy Aura gone.

“Fuck the things I would do to you..”

One of them said, now they were scared, he could tell, pupils dilated, breath heavy, and their aura gave it all away.

Milo was Glaring daggers at those asshats that made them uncomfortable, he was prepared to tear them to shreds. But he contained himself. Not trying to make a scene.

“Heh, you- you should come back with us sweetheart..” another one said slurred all his words

No the fuck he didn’t just call them that. He was ready to made a scene, he didn’t care.

“The fuck did you say?” Milo growled at them

“Milo, no, I-it’s okay..” they said trying to calm him down, putting an arm on his shoulder as and attempt to calm him down, but it was two late.

“Woah, calm down little man, don’t piss your pants..”

“Little man? Little man? Oh I‘ll show you little fucking man.” He said getting out of his seat.

“Milo no. Let’s- let’s just go home. Okay?” They said, knowing it wasn’t worth it.

He growled as he pulled out their chair, keeping eye contact with the ringleader, the biggest dude.

“Fine.” He said short tempered, shit. He wasn’t trying to be mean to them, just to the dudes.

“Okay c’mon.” They said grabbing his hand and leading him out of there.

They dragged him away like a child, while he was still growling at them, like a fucking dog. He didn’t care though, they threatened his sweetheart. And made his sweetheart uncomfortable.

“Aww baby where you goin? We was gonna have some fun~” another dude drunkenly said.

The three guys got up from their chairs and walked out towards the front entrance and walked out toward the couple.

“Hey we weren’t done talking you bitch.”

One of them slurred.

Milo stopped the fuck in his tracks, turned around and just swung his fist, knocking on of the taller ones to the ground

“Say it again,” he dared. He grabbed his collar and pulled him up from the ground “,say it the fuck again.” He said with a guttural growl evident in his voice.

“I- I” milo cut him off and clocked him in the nose then threw him back down, stood up and looked dead in the eye of the other guy.

“ ‘less you want what he got then I’d back the fuck up.” He pointed at the guy on the ground then back at them.

The two others scoffed then scurried back into the bar, while the other guy struggled to get up, but when he did he quickly followed his friends.

“That’s right you better run.” Milo said under his breath. Then turned back to sweetheart

“You okay baby?” He asked and they were blushing hard. Red enough to make a tomato jealous

They chuckled, spite of the serious moment.

“That’s was fucking hot,” They blurred out. And laughed again, once milo took their hand “,but yeah I’m okay.”

His groan turned into a laugh “you menace, course you’d find me beating someone up hot.”

Once he’d said that they both went silent as they walked to the car.

‘Wait. Hot?’ He mused and blushed too, ‘thank god it’s dark.’

“So what are we gonna do when we get home?” Sweetheart said out of the blue.

Milo grinned, they couldn’t see it but he was.

“Whatever comes to mind I guess..”

#redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart

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