ateneoblue

[ateneoblue]

shades of blue ~

chapter one: ultramarine

it had been around 8 months since johnny's honorable discharge, and he was quick to busy himself by enrolling in some fancy art school with the money from the fat severance check he got. i mean sure, he's got a bum leg, a headache that seems to persist unless he doses himself with pain meds, and he doesn't live in the nicest apartment, but hey life isn't all bad. just before his second semester ended, his current professor requested for him to be transferred to a higher level art class due to his skill in drawing and painting. transfers would usually be declined as most courses were moving onto their final projects and sorts, but his veteran status carried some weight. so that's exactly how he found himself stumbling into a division 3 art class, the kind that has an amazing view of the campus park and gets nude models. it would seem everyone noticed his entrance as nearly the whole class looked up from their respective tasks to stare. however, his eyes fell to the professor, an older korean lady named ms. choi. he flashed her a sheepish grin as an apology and she sighed and waved him off, him quickly joining another boy in his seat. you.

just as you were focusing on the sketch in front of you, something of your own cat petal, the man who you just witness barge in not even 2 seconds ago joined you.

out of your perepheral you watched him unpack his supplies, an overflowing sketchbook, some beginner level color pencils, and from a tiny peek inside his bag you could see some paints and a few other supplies.

it would seem he noticed you staring as he flashed a soft grin, before murmuring "johnny", his name. "(name)" you were quick to whisper back yours, and that was the whole interaction.

ms. choi very gently clapped, somehow commanding attention of the entire room. your eyes drew up as she began to explain the final projects of the year, and you could swear you saw johnnys face go through several emotions.

he was a new transfer, and they were already talking about final projects and excusing any of the other work he would have to do? this dude must be important, yeesh. "i want you to do something that truly means something to you" she began, "something that has heavily impacted your life and shaped you into who you are now" the prompt itself was vague, but i suppose when is art not?

"the assignment sheet will provide more details, make sure to grab one on your way out, also remember to turn in your watercolor paintings by friday!" ms. choi was already grabbing her coat and packing up as every other student did the same. by the time your eyes even fell back to johnny, you could tell he was close to shitting himself.

now, he was actually about to die. what do you mean final projects? something that changed his life? he just transferred here. i mean sure the class is nice, probably would grant him better supplies, and his seatmate was kind of hot.. but other than that what the fuck??

with a soft sigh he got up, and packed right back up, having not even been in the class for 10 minutes and already assigned a project that would squeeze out every drop of creative essence. sure, he could paint about the military, maybe simon, maybe price, maybe even fucking riley. but none of that felt right, not yet. and he was quick to discover that it was fucking raining. he quietly settled at the bus stop that was somehow missing an overhead onning, so he jst pulled his hood up and accepted it.

but, then you came along. subtle, quiet, you scooted next to him with your umbrella, and after he realized the water never came he turned. "(name)?" he breathed out, you were the one he met earlier. your name rolled off his tongue like honey it came naturally, you were quiet as you nodded. "thanks" he muttered, "rains shite.." he continued, finally taking one good look it at you. and by gods you were beautiful to him, everything he could ever dream of in a man. every mark, every eye bag, freckle, and scar. sure, you weren't exactly a 10/10 runway model, but to him you were gorgeous. he was stunned, just kind of staring for a while. you nervously shifted making him realize and mutter an apology, thankfully his salvation came in the form of the bus saving him from any further embarrassment. you both got on, and he slunk to the back while you sat somewhere in the middle, and that was that.

a/n: slow first chapter but like i rlly wanna convey full pining! also so sorry this took me rllyyyyyy long to upload, blue is kinda my hyper-fixation lol also apologies for the shitty accent writing im still learning )):

[ateneoblue]

shades of blue

john "soap" mactavish x male!reader "he'd stare at hm for hours, often wondering about which shade of blue he'd use to paint his smile lines, his eye bags, freckles, and beauty marks. to him, he was perfect." shades of blue: in which after nearly dying in the tunnel to makarov, soap gets honorably discharged and decides to finally do something hes always wanted to. go to art school, he'd always had a soft spot for drawing but the constant deployments always prevented any possibility of it. but now, he had all the time in the world, and he may even find someone to fill that time.

chapters: 1/? one some coming soon : )

[ateneoblue]

thoughts abt 141 x child reader in a bad home

thinking abt how the 141 retires into a cozy suburban neighborhood, its not the best quality but its homey and nice. they dont pay too much attention to the couple that lives across the street, not to their arguments on the front lawn, and not to the screaming matches they have at 2am.

that is until they see you, a very teary 8 year old on the front steps in the middle of winter hugging your cat to your chest. you had a coat on sure, but even from afar they could tell it was thin, plus the lights in the house behind you were off signaling your mother had most likely passed out and your father was off playing poker for the night.

johnny was the one who went over and got you to warily come into the house, to which they treated you to a big meal and even gave you a coat! granted it went down to your knees but it was warm, and you were thankful.

this is gnna become a series of drabbles so...

~ ateneo

[ateneoblue]

Hey! hope it’s not a bother but,singer/performer reader x COD men? Could potential be bodyguard/ secret service AU to make it more realistic . I was thinking back to the Beyoncé renaissance concert ( ik not everyone is a fan but vibe with me). when she sings all up in all up your mind, it looks likes she looking for someone specific in the crowd before starting the performance directly in front of her man. I just think it would be entertaining to think of the men’s reactions to the lyrics/dance.

Here’s the link to the best video I could find without using the film💀

https://youtu.be/ccx4S4XpWigsi=AUEVbJsqCyw0bqFH ( starts around 6:30)

*forgot to add that she didn’t always perform this specific song at every show, it was tarnish to see it. Maybe singer reader only performed it because they knew COD was in the audience?*

Don’t forget to drink water!😘

Hiiii dw babes ur not a bother at all : D

idk what format you wanted this in (head cannons, oneshot, etc) but I ended up going for a hybrid!

this is a bit more of a provocative ver but if you want a more fluffy romantic ver do let me know! I hope I wrote this as you wanted and that performance by beyonce was beautifull 💕

also you drink too babes !!! 🧊

POPSTAR READER X 141

popstar reader who…

has a very similar vibe to sabrina carpenter in the way they’re playful and provocative, but never quite crossing the line. that is until one performance..

john “captain” price:

he intended on retiring months ago, but simply couldn’t sit still, he was a natural workaholic after all. so he soon got hired as a bodyguard for a popstar, you. did he find you quite pretty? yes. he was attracted to your playful and youthful nature, and as much as he tried to act annoyed at your antics sometimes he couldn’t.

so one night, as per usual he found himself in the pit of one of your concerts, “tactically” monitoring the stage (using it as an excuse to watch you prance around in your performance wear). which is when a slower song came on, one he hadn’t heard yet before.

you slowly strutted down the stage line to the edge, right where he stood. you held the mic stand, one leg wrapping around it as you leaned yourself down to sing slowly. to anyone outside, it looked like you were staring at the audience as you sung but he just knew.

something about that look in your eyes just manages to make him hard, holy shit what did he get himself into?? he’s too old for this..

simon “ghost” riley

much like his captain, he simply couldn’t sit still after retirement. and after a series of sketchy bodyguarding jobs he managed to land one as yours, now its not that he didn’t like it, it just wasn’t too favorable to him.

he had to walk red carpets trailing behind you, attend your fittings, meetings, recording sessions, etc. he was essentially your shadow, so therefore he became the target of your teasing. why did you do it? maybe you liked him, maybe you wanted to do it for fun, but regardless you did it.

here he found himself, standing close to the stage at one of your shows. at this one, you were sat down doing some light chair choreo with some backup dancers. this song however was unfamiliar to him, how does he not know this he’s been to everyone of your recordings?

it was one of those slow mid show songs to give you a bit of a rest, and just slow enough to gaze at him with those eyes. those eyes that somehow screamed out of his league and “fuck me” at the same time. he had never heard you preform this before, but now? he would want to hear it every second if he could.

“bloody hell..”

kyle “gaz” garrick

not exactly retired, but during his off seasons he liked to keep busy. his version of busy? body guarding for one of the most popular pop stars ofc!! he loved being known as the pretty boy who accompanied you to every event, the one who held you coat and shielded you from the paparazzi.

you’ve grown to love him as hes as gentle as men get!! hes charming, sweet, and most of all handsome. what more could a gal want in a bodyguard?

one night, during your london show he was lingering near stage by the barricades making sure no one threw anything or got too rowdy as you got close. the slow part of the song kicked in as you slid down onto your stomach, batting your lashes and gently kicking your feet like a lazy cat. you were staring right at him as you hummed the word “I bet we’d have really good bed chem..” and he turned so red he had to look away.

after the show he couldn’t even look you in the eye and couldn’t stop staring at the same time. I mean could you really blame him when he slipped into your hotel room later?

johnny “soap” mactavish

after being discharged due to being shot, he couldn’t just stop working. which is how he ended up getting to be your bodyguard, I mean he checked all the boxes. ex military, honorable discharge, and a charming smile? oh and he’s funny!

being honest you most hired him cause of his mohawk and funny flirty jokes.. but anyways

he enjoyed every part of his job, watching you practice, red carpets, outfit fittings, makeup, traveling with you, etc.

one place he enjoyed the most? nyc, mostly because you went all out for your shows in major cities. the shows usually ran around 30 minutes longer, and he swore you performed his favorite songs.

during this one particular show, an all too familiar song came on. you had only preformed it once, and the last time you did he swore he couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.

you slowly drifted towards front stage with your backup dancers slowly following, and as you sat on a stool they surrounded you in various sitting positions as you got to the peak of the song. your eyes drifting to him oh so slowly as you seemed to utter the lyric that made his spine quiver.

he managed to divert his eyes quick enough before anyone could tell, and your eyes drifted to the audience as that part of the song ended and you got up to continue the choreo.

things weren’t the same after that, I mean poor man could barely survive an hour around you without a tent appearing )):

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btw I am accepting anons now so if u wanna be known as one do lmk and claim ur spot 🗣️

master list coming soon

should I make more of this au? >_<

(also I may post a pt2 with others that aren’t the 141 like graves, konig, etc)

your angel < kiko

[ateneoblue]

can yall send me some requests? any ideas you have for the 141 (I do ships and x reader and poly) smutty or not please send me some 😭

[ateneoblue]

early morning thoughts before..

silly stuff the 141 does for you while deployed!!

Ghost collects flowers for you, always. The ones he thinks are rare and special he brings back no matter what, granted they are squished and losing petals in his cargo pants put it’s fine. Even when he has to be still as a sniper, he still slowly and subtly picks a precious wildflower and slips it into his pocket. Has the rest of the team looking at him like 😃

Soap sketches for you constantly so you have some art to look at, he squeezes it in whenever he can. Even if it’s just a small sketch of a bird he saw while they were camping out and laying low, it’s the thought that counts. He’s so proud to bring them home to you, and it also sometimes scares the shit out of the enemies bc wdym you just wiped my entire squad and now ur drawing. 🤨

Gaz tends to take photos for you with a shitty disposable camera, granted they’re never THAT good as they’re usually just photos of his boots in the sand or a sliver of light peeking out of a safe house window. They’re boring on their own, but he takes these so he can show you them when he gets a home and hold you while he tells you the story behind them. Like the photos of his boots? those were taken while he was getting fired at. He takes pride in knowing he can bring you home little bits of his battles, almost a trophy celebrating he got home. 😚

Price likes to buy you little trinkets whenever he can, like when they’re camping out in some town in the middle east? you best believe he is buying you one of those little handmade wooden horses from the local grandmas. towards the end of his deployment he likes to wrap them in his cargo pants and ship them home, just so you have something nice to enjoy for when he gets home. something no one else will have. 🩷

I lwk wrote these while rethinking my life over lol

srry if they’re not exactly “canon” it’s just how I feel about them bby 😚

your angel < kiko

[ateneoblue]

just some more retired 141 thoughts..

retired!141 that buys a lake house deep in the woods with a gorgeous lake behind it, which happens to be the home of siren!reader.

you’re obviously mad that these humans are invading your home so long story short you try to kill soap but he becomes very attached to you and starts feeding you fish which eventually calms you down.

as the days go on they continue to bring you a plethora of shiny things to add to your collection, but never getting into the water like you keep pestering them to.

eventually soap (being the reckless silly guy he is) gets in the water much to prices dismay where he quickly finds out you just wanna play now!

anyways blah blah blah 141 gets attached to what has become a pretty aquatic housemate who can kill them at anytime, and they eventually make a river that circles the house so you can watch them through the windows (and maybe you stumble upon ghost and soap getting a little spicy)

should I make this a series? (On top of my 17 other ones ofc) or just maybe a series of one shots

do let me know!!!

[ateneoblue]

little drabble about hybrid!141 fostering spiderhybrid!reader and the first thing they try to get you to do is nest but you’re like too shy to do it so they leave you alone

and like a few hours later they check on you and all the blankets they gave you are covered in webs and you feel bad and apologize and they’re like no baby it’s okay 😭

apologies if this is a little messy but I thought of this hehe

should I make this a series?

[ateneoblue]

St. Chérie

poly!141 x reader

chapter two: mushrooms

you had been polishing forks for over an hour now, the rest of the staff had begun to slowly filter. your eyes drifted up from the fork you were polishing into oblivion to see an older man enter.

he had mutton chops on his face, wore black slacks and a black dress shirt, along with a pin that said “john price (manager)”, who couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you.

“simon, you have ‘em doing forks?” he sort of wheezed to which you quietly looked up, he continued “love he’s just messing with you, forks are for our wait staff” the nickname slipped off his tongue like he’d used it thousands of times.

the man you grew to recognize as simon chuckled, before price explained what your role would be today. “today you’ll be a helping hand in the kitchen and learn how our recipes” he murmured slightly tapping on the counter.

admittedly, this man was hot. you’d never been into older men but this may change now, your eyes drifted down to his fingers, a small ring rested on his ring finger. oh god were you thirsting after a married man???

he gestured for you to help simon with prep, which now turned into chopping onions. you quietly joined him, shyly pulling out your cheap big knife, to which his eyes fell to and he just silently handed you a spare knife out of his kit.

“I really shouldn’t—“ the words tumbled out of your mouth, to which he just let out a small gruff and pushed your hand a little when you tried to hand it back. as you quietly chopped onions, the other chefs filled in.

the ones that came in first were two men, one a loud man with an accent almost too thick to understand, and another gorgeous man who was laughing along with him.

god we’re all the people here this hot?? you really weren’t going to last a month. as you kept chopping onions, one of the two men approached you from behind and placed his hand on your shoulder, which admittedly made you jump.

“dinnae know we were taking new hires” he said, your eyes trailing up to meet his pretty blue eyes and oddly enough a mohawk.

“we weren’t” simon muttered, piquing your interest but price put a firm hand on his shoulder, and flashed you a sweet smile. “don’t listen to him, luv” he spoke to you with that voice sweet like honey.

“that’s soa— johnny, our dessert chef” he introduced the blue eyed man to you, to which you spoke your name back. the man you learned to know as johnny reached out to shake your hand almost a little too enthusiastically, and price gave him a look that almost said “heel boy”

johnny sighed, muttering something thick with his scottish accent that you couldn’t understand as he wandered to his station tucked just in the corner of the kitchen.

you chopped the onions until you finished with the bin, to which price was quick to inform you of what you’d be doing. they wanted what he called a “shadow”to help everyone around the kitchen while you trained for the sou position. you’d help with everything from cooking to desserts, just what the hell did you get yourself into.

“simon, our head chef” he gestured to the man still prepping what looked like to be potatoes now, “kyle is out back I think, he’s our head server, “and as I’m sure you’re aware that’s johnny our pastry chef. we have a few other staff in the kitchen but those are the most important” he informed you before flashing a tiny smile and disappearing into the hall you entered from into the office.

“mushrooms, walk in” simon muttered to you, snapping you out of your thoughts, to which your feet moved quickly to the walk in. when you opened it, a pair of eyes landed on you. the man you assumed was kyle stared back, you caught him mid mumble about johnny using all the milk in his baking.

you two stared for second before he blurted out, “kyle, head server” before going in to shake your hand, to which you spoke your name back. this man was gorgeous, beautiful eyes, clear skin, if he said he was a model you’d probably believe him.

“mushrooms” you blurted out, to which he sort of awkwardly said “oh” and moved out of the way. why the fuck did they have 5 kinds of mushrooms in this walk in??

he watched you for a few moments just stare and question your life choices before asking “what knife is he using” and you slowly turned as if saying “huh?” to which he repeated himself.

“The one with the little japanese symbols” you shyly recalled, and kyle chuckled and grabbed what you recognized as white button mushrooms, handing the bin to you with a soft smile. you thanked him quietly and slipped past him, why was he staring like he was starstruck?

you placed the bin on the counter, simons eyes narrowing to it before muttering something about kyle wanting to be a hero. to which kyle, just stepping out of the walk in laughed at him lowly.

the other staff began to filter in, servers polishing the silverware, the dishwashers cleaning the plates until you can see your reflection, and some servers stared at you like you were an alien. why though?’

johnny tapped your shoulder, murmuring something about you putting on your uniform to which you sheepishly apologized and hurried out of the kitchen. the email said uniforms were in the staff room past the dining room bathroom, so you went out to the dining room where the servers prepped the tables.

now, this was the kind of restaurant where the black table clothes had no wrinkles, the silverware looked like it had been placed with a ruler as it was all the same angle, and the glasses looked like someone polished them like a psycho.

each table had candles, chairs without a single mark or scrape, and an intricately designed red carpet that somehow lacked stains. you wandered to the little back hall with the sign that said bathroom, waking past the cleaning staff and into the staff room.

it was empty, thankfully. It was lit with the same kind of lighting as the kitchen, those fluorescents that somehow gave everyone headaches. the room itself resembled a locker room, lined with lockers with each staff members name. your fingers ran over the cool metal until you got to yours, opening it to see one single chefs coat.

it was black, and it looked like it had your name hand stitched in red small writing right where your heart was. you slipped it on with ease, it fit nicely. how did they know your size?? It was thick, quality material.

just as you finally allowed yourself a breath you heard the sound of a staff meeting being called. this place is nice, almost too nice for you.

but hey, nothings stopping you from trying.

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a/n: second chapter yippie!! ignore my horrible accent writing please, also sorry for some grammar mistakes or messes in my writing style mobile is hard ):

your angel, miko.

[ateneoblue]

I miss me

[ateneoblue]

Lwk thinking about how Johnny lost a part of himself after being shot.

Like hear me out, before being shot he could paint from memory, sketch easily, and just mindlessly create until he couldn’t anymore.

But now? His thoughts are clouded, he seems to forget what his intentions were with the piece every couple seconds. It’s gotten to the point where his once clean art space is now full of sticky notes, reminders of where to go, what to do, the point of the piece, ect.

poor boy can barely remember why he liked to do art ):

(I think he’d eventually quit because of it)

idk felt like serving soap angst with a side of eggs :P

[ateneoblue]

St. Chérie ~

poly!141 x reader

chapter one: forks

You find yourself sitting on your bed hunched over your laptop at 2am, listening to the sounds of the trains going by and your neighbors banging way too loud. You’ve lived here for a while though, so you become used to it.

The white screen of your laptop stares at you back as your eyes skim over your email, hoping for someone, anyone really, to hire you. Alas you’ve had struggles due to your age and inexperience in the restaurant business, I mean you just got out of culinary school what did you expect?

You run a tired hand over your face in an attempt to rub away any semblance of tiredness, then a thought crossed your mind. Why don’t you just lie? I mean everyone’s lied on their resume at some point right?

And before you know if your fingers are flying over your keyboard, typing up all this fake experience and references in some effort to get you a chance. I mean surely this won’t affect whatever job you get too much, right?

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The next morning you woke up at around 2pm, instantly grabbing your phone and groggily checking your email. One sat prettily at the top among the dozens of scam ones and debt collectors, the title? St. Chérie.

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subject: St. Chérie

tomorrow, 6:30am. Uniforms in the break room by past the dining room bathroom, bring your kit.

777 santafe drive, go through the back door.

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Your eyes must’ve skimmed over it 1000 times as your brain attempted to process i.t, now at first this seemed like some sort of scam email or even a plot to kidnap you. most would simply ignore it, delete it, and move on. But you weren’t most, you were desperate.

After you looked up the address and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It was a fancy restaurant, 3 michelin stars, 5 star reviews, and glowing articles about it. The kind of place to serve you a scallop with drizzle and a leaf and call it a meal.

After a few moments of staring and checking the email over and over just to make sure you weren’t going insane, your brain began to finally process it. I mean you didn’t belong at a place like this, surely you didn’t lie on your resume too bad last night right?

I mean you didn’t have knives nearly as nice enough for this, this was the kind of place that wanted you to have knives forged from obsidian in Japan! You had a shitty knife set from target. What the fuck did you get yourself into?

A soft sigh overcame you as you shrunk back into ur sheets, the thoughts of dread overwhelming you. As a kid you had always dreamed of working at one of these places, why are you so nervous now?

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It was 6am the next day, you barely got any sleep last night so now you’re anxiously packing your kit and checking it a million times over.

Big knife? check.

Cleaver? check.

Pairing knife? check.

Bread knife? check.

Knife sharpener? che- where the fuck if your knife sharpener??

You quickly located it in one of your drawers, closed your kit and shoved it into your bag. You slipped on your most comfortable and somewhat presentable shoes, now granted they basically were falling apart but you couldn’t afford to get new ones.

The whole ride there you were nervous, yur hands a slight shake and your senses were somehow overwhelmed as well despite these being the same sounds you hear everyday.

After a ride that felt way too long yet short at the same time, your feet carried you to the back door of the restaurant.

Inside the alleyway were cigarette ashes and a collection of buds, floating in the puddles left by the rain. As you pushed open the door which led to a dark hallway, you noticed that on a shelf by the back door contained 4 lighters.

One black one with a little ghost, one with the scottish flag, one with a fisherman hat, and one with a tiny red heart. How often do the people here smoke? Jesus—

Your legs carried you down the dark hallway, which is when you got to 2 doors. On the left was a shut and locked door with a plaque labeled “John price”, you figure that’s the managers office.

The other was a door with bright fluorescent light spilling out from under, most likely the back entrance to the kitchen. With a soft sigh, you stepped in and nearly felt your soul leave your body as you saw a hulking man with his back turned to you, cutting chives.

“h-hello” you managed to squeak out, and he hummed in acknowledgment. “Forks” he said gruffly, his deep british accent catching you off guard. He was tall, somewhere over 6 foot and in what appears to be a balaclava.

“excuse me?” you wearily responded, confused. “your job is forks.” One of his hands raised from the cutting board just enough to gesture to the bin of forks with a rag carefully folded next to them and some polisher. “No streaks” he continued, the sound of his knife hitting the cutting board and the hum of the fridge the only other sounds filling the room.

“I’m here to cook though—“ “m’ aware”

After a few moments of silence you quietly shuffled to the station where the forks sat, and as you picked up the rag your gaze dragged the man’s back once more. You’re here to cook, not polish forks right? But who are you to complain..

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · A/N: first chapter eeeek >_< lmk how y’all feel about the writing I’m so excited to write this series the bear has been my hyper fixation for like weeks now lollll

also I’m shit at writing accents so srry!!

[ateneoblue]

mulan (1998)

everyone drop your favorite disney movie RIGHT NOW.

[ateneoblue]

st. chérie (tf141)

some au setup !!!!

st chérie, a high end restaurant ran by the task force 141 post retirement, using their military resources to get various degrees in cooking. The restaurant itself is a nice place, the kind lit by candles and that serves carefully portioned and plated dishes, often including 3-5 elements. It holds a total of 3 Michelin stars and many more raving reviews.

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and you, fresh out of culinary school and in 50,000 dollars of debt with destroyed credit. After countless attempts at finding a job and failing due to your job experience being nothing more than working at starbucks to put yourself through school, you resort to lying on your resume. Which is when you somehow land a position at St. Cherie, whatever will you do?

inspiration: the bear (tv show)

( I promise this’ll clean up once I get on pc )

chapters:

chapter one

chapter two

[ateneoblue]

Okay like tiny yap here but I’m watching the bear right now (iykyk) and I cannot stop thinking about a 141 au where post retirement they run like a really high end restaurant and reader gets hired there or something fresh out out of culinary school after lying on their resume 😭😭

would yall like to see that or ?

(also new chapter on the way, apologies I have the commitment level of a man on his 5th divorce 🙏)

edit: this is posted now !!

[ateneoblue]

retired-poly!141 x dive-bar-singer!reader

warnings: none really! small mentions of self pleasing and cock : 3

CHAPTER ONE: stage

Johnny had gone out alone, only telling price who gave him a little nod and a "dont overdo it lad". He entered the usual shitty dive bar they frequented ever since retirement, it was the only one in town that didn't charge a fortune for beer. Post retirement, price moved them to a quant town, a very woodsy one at that where he managed to score them some old manor to live in. Johnny had no idea why it was that big, i mean 6 bedrooms? for what?

It had only been meer weeks after they retired, 6 weeks exactly. Yet, they still haven't gotten used to it, not used to the feeling of peace, not carrying the weight and dread of upcoming deployments, and not having to think about if all of them were going to come back form the next mission or not.

With a sigh he sat on a barstool, the bartender glancing at him to ask "the usual?" to which he nodded and was promptly slid a beer, which he slid a 5 dollar bill for.

He sighed, taking a swig of it to glance around. It was a lower end dive bar, the kind filled with bar fights and peeling leather booths. The barstools creaked, the lights were slightly dim, and the beer was cheap. Did anyone care? honestly not really.

However, there was a creaky wooden stage towards the back where bands usually preformed, bands comprised of college age kids trying to make some extra money while playing covers of weezer and green day. They weren't bad, but exactly what you'd expect from a place like this.

The stage was empty for a few moments, until he saw you. A pretty little thing, not older than early twenties step onto the stage. You stepped on with ease as if having done this a million times, which you have. Coming here once a week or so to collect tips, every night you had free from studying. However, johnny has never seen you until now, as they usually come on Thursdays.

You fixed the mic, greeting the bars crowd of middle aged men looking for a cheap place to drink. A soft smile let on your face, a smile too soft for this place, a smile that made johnny grip his beer tighter.

After a soft greeting, you began to sing over a backtrack. And johnny heard what he could only describe as the voice of an angel, he was enchanted instantly, like a moth to a flame. He sat there frozen, unable to look away and breathing slightly heavier than usual.

You sang for all of 30 minutes, and every now and again someone would come up to slip a 1 or a 5 into the jar by the stage. Something about the way you batted your eyelashes at the men who tipped made johnny shiver, he knew you were just doing it for a bigger tip but oh how it made his cock jump.

And almost too quick for his liking, you stepped off the stage and collected your tip money and disappeared. A slight ache of disappointment and longing entered his heart, price had always warned him he fell too quickly, but this? he had to have this one.

He would quickly walk up to the little sign up sheet by the stage, which is where he ended up finding out your name. It wasn't hard as there weren't a whole lot of names on there, mostly just band names. Y/n, a name that would haunt his dreams, nightmares, and the name he would moan as he imagined you. He noted that you were scheduled to preform tomorrow, and a grin slowly came on his face, he had to tell the team about what he just found

With quick steps he left the bar, throwing away the half full beer on the way out. he had to make sure he got the pretty little thing that had the audacity to waltz into his gaze. Because after all, what would someone like you be doing here? You were clearly too good for this place, and he wanted to just pick you up and wall you away all to himself, as he doesn't like sharing. He wanted you, and whatever johnny wants? his team makes sure he gets.

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A/N: srry if this is a tad short but i promise they'll interact in the next chapter i jst wanted to get the set up out of the way >_<

do lmk what yall think of my writing! i haven't written anything in a long time (ever since my fanfic writer era lol, so sorry if that shows), so do tell me if there's anything i can improve on.

small warning this series will be a little spicy and will probs have smut so if you like that keep reading ;)

you can imagine the song reader was singing but i like to pretend it was dealer by lana del rey ! (also apologies for any mistakes/grammar errors i wanted to get this out and was excited >_<)

with love, miko. < 3

[ateneoblue]

retired!141 x dive bar singer anyone? hear me out. the 141 having retired just weeks ago and are still on edge, not used to being home for long, finding solace in each other and their local dive bar. When reader steps on stage, where they are quickly enchanted and a silent agreement would soon go through them. you have to be theirs. au coming soon???