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I wonder how would each member react that you wore a phenomenon perfume to seduce them (yk the tiktok trend,when the girlfriend wore that perfume and their boyfriend sniffing them like crazy.)

I wonder how ateez would react..

I would be happy if you do it 🥺

Hi anon! Omg I absolutely love this idea. I am also curious how Ateez would react in this situation, so let’s dive in to see what I’ve come up with! 😈🙏

Ateez's Reactions to You Using a Pheromone Perfume Around Them

A/N: Sometimes I changed the prompt to have already established the pheromone perfume or it wasn't necessarily used to seduce the member. I hope that's okay! I just got bored of essentially writing the same thing in different fonts so I had to change it up a bit for my sake, but all stories still involve the perfume! Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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Hongjoong

Going for a night drive with Hongjoong, being the passenger princess like you loved. Listening to the music playing from the stereo and taking in the beautiful scenery of city life at night. The peaceful humming of Hongjoong singing along to the song currently playing and tapping the steering wheel to the beat. Sitting at a red light waiting to turn, you decided to dig in your bag for your perfume to "touch up your scent." Fortunately for Hongjoong, the perfume of choice for the night was the pheromone perfume that has been seen all over the internet. You saw videos of how crazy it made everyone’s boyfriends react, and you wanted to try it out on him. You opened the cap and rolled the perfume on your wrists and neck, snapping the cap back on the perfume and placing it into your bag. The light changed, and Hongjoong was able to turn. Your body leaned closer to him since you were turning left, and the air in the car blew the smell of your perfume over to him. He glanced over at you to make sure you didn’t spill anything since the smell was so strong. It was a smell he had never smelled before, but it was making his body react in an animalistic way.

“Mm, b-baby what did you just put on?”

“Nothing..just my usual perfume.” You smirked, realizing it had such a quick effect on him.

“Can’t be.” He shifted in his seat with his eyes forward. “This perfume is different than your other kind.” His grip on the wheel tightens, and he looks for a place to pull over. His breathing increases heavily as he keeps leaning over to your side of the car to catch a better whiff.

“Hongjoong what are you-?” You say as he quickly whips into an almost empty parking lot, harshly puts the car in park, and unfastens his seatbelt, crawling over to you. His face dove straight into your neck, and he was sniffing you like a wild dog. You reached your hand up to his face as he breathed in your smell. 

“I’m sorry baby. We’ll get back to our drive later. I need to get more of you right now.”

Seonghwa

You were sitting in front of your vanity, getting ready for your date with Seonghwa. You were almost finished with your routine. Just a few more touch-ups you had to do. You had this perfume that Seonghwa loved when you wore it because it made him find you irresistible. Little did he know, it was a pheromone perfume that was meant to drive him crazy. You had seen it everywhere online and decided you wanted to try it out on him. You picked up your favorite lip gloss and rolled it across your lips. You see Seonghwa walking up to you in the mirror. You smiled softly as you watched him approach you.

“You look amazing darling~.” He said this as he kissed the top of your head, looking at you in the mirror.

“Thank you baby. I always try to look nice for you.”

"Well, you don’t have to try that hard~ since you always look amazing.” He rests his head on top of yours as he gently wraps his arms around you. You finished getting ready as he cuddled you. Shortly after, you finished your makeup and turned to Seonghwa.

“All done~.”

“Mmm, not yet. You’re forgetting something.” He says this as he gets up off your head to reach for the vile of pheromone perfume on the desk.

“Seonghwa I can’t wear that.”

“Please darling? I wanna put it on you.” He said it with a slight pout as he popped off the cap of the perfume, and you couldn’t help but smile and nod as he seemed so excited to help you out. He dotted the bottle along your collarbone, careful not to put on too much as it would drive him absolutely insane. He placed the cap back on the bottle and set it down. He looked you in the eyes and up and down, taking in the view before him. Leaning down to take a small whiff, the smell of the perfume fills his senses and his head. 

“Now I’ll have to fight all the men who try to come after you tonight.” He says with a smirk as he takes your hand and helps you up off the chair to go on your date.

Yunho

You felt bad that every time Yunho would talk about Valorant or Spider-Man, you always had to just nod and smile. The guilt was setting in because you could not really understand what he was saying. The excitement and passion on his face was enough to keep you interested, but the information would never stick because you had no baseline, and then you felt bad when he would ask you, “Oh, remember this thing I told you?” and you couldn’t remember. To make your teaching interesting, you put on a pheromone perfume that you recently bought online. Apparently, the perfume had an effect on men that activated their hormones and made them go crazy over you. Gliding the perfume on your wrist and across your neck, making sure to put it on your sweet spots. You picked up a notebook and pen to be able to take notes to study. You walked over to where Yunho was.

“Yunho I want you to teach me about Valorant.”

“H-huh? All of a sudden?”

“Yeah! I feel bad when I can’t remember the things you tell me, so give me the basics so I can study and be able to remember better.”

“Ah..o-okay. Have a seat.” He said, patting next to him, smiling and looking at you. You walked over and sat down next to him. The breeze from you sitting down went over to Yunho, and a new scent filled his nose. His breath hitched in his throat, and you gave him a confused expression.

“You alright love?”

“I-I don’t know.” He leaned in closer to you and took a deep breath. “Did you get a new perfume?”

“Yeah, I saw it online and wanted to try it.” You admitted it shyly, hiding what the perfume actually did and admiring the way Yunho was acting.

“It- it smells really good. I like it a lot.” He leaned closer to you and breathed in heavily again. Placing a hand on the back of your neck and sticking his nose into the crevice.

“Yunho- what about Valorant?”

“Valorant is the least important thing right now. Give me a few minutes with you instead.”

Yeosang

Trying out the viral pheromone perfume that so many ladies on the internet said worked wonders. After doing dozens of hours of research to find the best one, you placed an order and waited for it to come in the mail. You were busy doing other things at the time it was delivered, so Yeosang brought the package in for you.

“This has your name on it baby.”

“Oh! Thank you!” You say as you take the package and smile to yourself.

“What did you order?”

“Ah, n-nothing. Just something I saw on the internet that I wanted. People have been saying it’s really good.” You shyly smile and set the package on your side. Yeosang nods and lets you get back to your work. When he leaves the room, you excitedly open the package and examine the product. You open the box and slide out a little dark blue vial that has a ball-roll cap on the end. You took the cap off and sniffed it. You couldn’t really smell anything, but you thought maybe it would smell different on your skin. You applied it generously to your skin and popped the cap back on. Waiting a few minutes for it to soak in and trying to sniff your wrists. There was a soft vanilla scent; it was quite pleasant, but not like your everyday perfume. You wanted to see how Yeosang reacted to it, since the internet made it seem instantaneous. You walked out of your room and went over to him. 

“Did you try your thing out?” He asked as he watched you walk in. You nodded and hummed a “mmhmm”, walking over to him, hoping the smell would permeate over to him quickly.

“What do you think~?”

“Well, I’m not sure what you got.”

“It was a new perfume I wanted to try.” You said this as you held your wrist near his nose. He leaned closer to take a whiff of it and pondered for a moment.

“Did you...put enough on? It doesn’t really smell like anything.”

“I-I think I did..” Your voice trails off, feeling saddened and tricked by the internet yet again.

“I mean, I smell something, but it’s just not that strong.” Yeosang says a little more upbeat cause he could tell you were getting slightly upset. You sniffed your wrist again, and it still smelled the same.

“Maybe I got the wrong kind?” 

“Everyone’s skin takes perfumes differently darling. Don’t feel bad.” Yeosang reassured you as he placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently. You nodded softly and laid your head on his shoulder. He breathed in softly and noticed that something felt different about him. His body was reacting in some way to this new perfume you had on. He tried not to notice what was going on, but as he breathed in more, the scent only got more and more overwhelming for him. He fidgeted in his seat, and you couldn’t help but notice. 

“You alright Yeosang?”

“I-I think I understand what this perfume does now.” He quickly said this under his breath before he turned over and placed you down on the couch, diving his nose into your neck to take in more of the scent. "Y-You should wear this more often my sweet."

San

Secretly applying this new pheromone perfume that you bought online in the room next to San’s gaming room. You bought it because you heard it smells really good, and men will find you irresistible. You unexpectedly got a call from one of your friends begging you to meet up for dinner, as you haven’t hung out in forever because of being busy with work. You accepted, seeing as San was busy with gaming. You walked into his room, tapped on his shoulder, and he removed his headphone from one ear to listen to you. You tell him you were going to go out with your friend. He nodded quickly, breathed in, and was immediately stunned by what he was smelling. He excused himself from the game and removed his headset, standing up and touching all over you, pushing himself closer to you.

“Darling, d-did you do something different?”

“No, just the usual.” You smirked to yourself, surprised it had this quick of an effect on him. He pressed his nose into the crevice of your neck, breathing heavily through his nose. “S-Sannie I have to go now.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls as he pushes his body even closer to yours and breathes in quicker to gather more of your scent. You bring your hands up to try to push him off of you so that you can get ready to go meet up with your friend. 

“San…I-I have to go- my friend-“ Your words are being cut off by San kissing and rubbing his nose along your neck. 

“Sorry darling, but you’re not meeting with your friend tonight. I need you here with me instead.”

Mingi

“I got this for you love.” Mingi said as he handed you a small gift bag. You smiled and awed as you were taken aback by his sudden and kind action. Mingi always loved buying you things that he thought you would like. You carefully opened the bag and unrolled the tissue paper that was wrapped around the small, long, rectangular box inside the bag. You examined the box and saw it was a type of roll-on perfume. The label had a bunch of different fruits on the side, so you assumed it had a fruity smell. You smiled and looked at Mingi with loving eyes. He had a flustered look on his face.

“Thank you Mingi! I appreciate it very much.”

"Ah, it’s nothing really…I-I saw that a lot of girls online were buying it and saying how good it was, and my girl always has to have the best.” He was fidgeting with his hands at his sides.

“I love you so much Mingi.” You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he smiled at your gesture. “I’ll go try it out right now.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and opened the perfume box. You sniffed the cap and couldn’t really smell anything at first. Applying it gently to your skin, you sniffed where you placed it and got a hint of a citrus smell. It was a light scent that you could use in case of an emergency. Setting the tube back on the bathroom counter, you walked back out to the room Mingi was in.

“This smells pretty good Mingi, thank you!” You said with glee as you sat down beside him. As you sat down, the air blew the perfume smell over to him, and he breathed in. The intoxicating smell immediately filled his nostrils and filled his head with thoughts. You saw him tense up as you sat down and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah everything’s fine.” He smiled and shifted in his seat. You dismissed his odd behavior and cuddled up next to him. Mingi kept shifting in his seat and leaning down to smell the perfume on you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mingi holted his actions and sighed.

“I have to tell you something….that perfume…it’s a..pheromone perfume.” He stuttered out and couldn’t meet your eyes. 

“O-oh…” Your face flushed as it connected why he bought it for you.

“Yeah…and now my brain and body are on fire, and I need to show you how you just made me feel.”

Wooyoung

You had had a small argument with Wooyoung earlier in the day, which resulted in you not talking to each other that much. You both had errands you needed to run, so you went together just to save time. Stupidly, you had forgotten something inside the house and asked if he could run inside quick and get it for you since you were already buckled in the driver’s seat. He silently nodded, let out a small "mhm,” and got out of the car to get your item. You couldn’t handle Wooyoung not talking to you even after you apologized, so you decided to try out this pheromone perfume that one of your friends had given you. You rolled it on your wrists and neck, the spots that make the scent stick the best. You saw Wooyoung coming back in the rear view mirror and quickly placed the perfume back in your bag. He opened the door and handed you the item you had forgotten, leaning close to you to make sure you didn’t have to stretch too far to reach it. You heard him take a sniff through his nose, and he paused for a second.

“Are you wearing that perfume?”

“What are you talking about Youngie?”

“That perfume. I’ve been seeing it all over the internet.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just my normal perfume-“ Your words were cut off by Wooyoung diving his face into your neck and placed his hand on the other side. He kissed the side of your face.

“You smell so good baby.” You smirk to yourself, seeing how feral he was acting over your scent. Driving his nose further into your neck and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck.

“Are you not mad at me anymore?”

“I couldn’t be mad at you anymore, but our errands are going to have to wait a little longer.”

Jongho

Jongho was planning on going out with the boys today, but you decided to try to see if you could keep him home with you instead. You secretly rolled on the pheromone perfume that you got a while ago that he really seemed to like on you, for obvious reasons. Just before he walked into your room to tell you he was getting ready to go, he made a small knock on your door. You greeted him with a smile, and he smiled right back at you. Walking over towards you to give you a kiss goodbye.

"Alright baby, the boys are waiting for me outside."

"Okie, bye sweetheart. I love you. Have fun!" You tell him as he leans down towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves. After the kiss, he makes his way back over to the door of your room, but turns around before fully walking out, looking back at you and softly licking his lips. He walks back over to you again, and you're confused as to why he came back. Leaning down close to you to get another whiff of your scent. He has this huge smile on his face as he leans back up.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"What do you mean Jongho?"

"The-the perfume? That I like. The special perfume?" The smile on his face is so contagious, you can't help but smile back at him as well.

"No~." You tease him as you softly laugh at his reaction to it, knowing that you are getting exactly what you want. "Just go have fun with the boys!"

"O-okay yeah, you're right. I'm going now." He says as he slowly walks backwards to the door, still smiling like a fool at you. "Love you!"

"Love you too baby." He reaches for the door handle and goes to pull it shut. Not a moment passes and he opens the door back up.

"Do you wanna watch a movie instead?" Popping his head out from the side of the door.

"What happened with going out with the boys~?" You can't help but laugh at him wanting to stay with you, and it's all thanks to the perfume you put on.

"Y-yeah, I think I'd rather go out with you though babe. Stay in for the night, you know?" He waltzes his way back into your room, coming closer to you and catching another whiff of the perfume.

"I guess I can't say no to you~."

"Oh, I know you can't." His face is pressed into your neck, and you feel the gentle air coming in and out of his nose as he breathes in and out, taking in your scent.

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Everytime you realise your favourite fictional character is... fictional.

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Self Aware! Simon who is watching you stay up late on your phone with a small frown at the fact he can't do anything about

Oh what he would do to help you fall asleep

Wrapping his arms around you, making sure you felt safe and secure, making you fall asleep, making you feel loved- oh how he wanted nothing more than that

Part of him wanting to put something up on your tumblr; a fake ad of some random company telling you to go to sleep

but he knows you wouldn't listen to it, so instead he's popping this up on your dash and hoping that maybe you'll listen to him this time

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This !

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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getting made fun of for being excited about something is one of the worst feelings ever

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Yall ever just... yearn for a fictional character more than you do for fresh air or food or water?

Why can't they be real? 😭

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I do not respect the grind. Go to bed

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I’m in love with him !!!!!!!😍🥰😍😍😘😘

All I ask

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Reader

Summary: you and kyle try to contain the feelings you have for each other all while living together.

Warnings: none it’s so fluffy. Roommates to lovers, basically best friends to lovers. There’s mention of blood near the end but not extensive.

Word count: 5k

God I hope you guys like this one I changed the ending like 5 thousand times so honestly please love it or I’ll cry.

“You’ve never learned how to dance?!”

Kyle laughed at the way you looked at him. Mouth open in surprise while the knife you were just using to cut some vegetables with was practically pointing in his direction almost in accusation.

“No, I’ve never exactly had the time. Yknow army and all?” You scoffed at his reply and turned back to your cutting board while he grabbed a glass of water.

He wanted to help you cook dinner but you quickly shut down the idea the moment he stepped into the kitchen not that long ago. Saying something about him being home a few weeks already and this was the first time you had a chance to cook him a meal.

You could almost get used to the domestic feeling of it all you almost have on more then one occasion before you had to remind yourself..he’s just a roommate.

Someone who had come to you almost two years ago now asking for the extra bedroom you had. You were desperate at the time, your old roommate had left without warning and you were left with only two weeks to find someone.

So when this rather nice military man came to you asking if it was still available you were more then happy to say yes. It helped he did look rather handsome but who’s asking.

He told you in his interviewing process how he really wouldn’t be here as much but he would keep up with the rent. You remember asking him why he was even getting a place and he mentioned family nearby he wanted to stay close too.

Didn’t mention the family he was talking about was his Captain who regularly stayed at the base that wasn’t to far from you. He didn’t mention it until about 6 months later.

“You really need to learn how to do that.” You mentioned while you dumped all the veggies into a pot on the stove. “How are you gonna whoo any girl you find attractive in those bars you and your friends go to?”

Kyle went silent at your words and it made you glance over to him. He wasn’t looking at you though his gaze seemed further away like there was something he wanted to say but held himself back.

“Can you get the chicken?” His eyes snapped to you when you called for him again. He quickly nodded and made his way to the fridge where he paused.

“Uh.”

You didn’t like the sound of that. “What? What is it?” You wiped your hands while walking closer to see what he was looking at.

It was the chicken you bought not that long ago but he had a cringe on his face. “This is expired.” You gaped at him and snatched the package from his hands.

“No way! I just bought-“ but as you turned it you saw it, clear as day. It expired last week. “That no good meat department man sold me bad chicken!”

Kyle laughed whole heartedly behind you and while you were annoyed at the situation you couldn’t deny the way his laugh filled the void you felt when he was gone.

You looked up at him with a frown and it only made him laugh harder. He reached for the phone, dialing a few numbers while he went to the stove and shut off the burner.

“What are you doing?” You were disappointed. You had been planning this dinner since he returned a few weeks ago and it just all went down the drain.

Kyle was still smiling at you when you walked past him to the trash bag to throw the chicken away. “Ordering pizza.” You turned to him with a thumbs up and let him order while you cleaned the rest of your unnecessary mess.

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Awhile later you and Kyle found yourselves on the couch, pizza long gone. Now it was just the two of you drinking whatever alcohol he had leftover while he told you funny stories about his task force.

Things he could tell you, most of them being stuff they got up to on their downtime. You surmised awhile ago that when he and this ‘soap’ were together they caused the most trouble.

You loved listening to him talk, to see the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of the people who had become his family. It didn’t mean it hurt any less when he would leave but you knew what you agreed too. You just never thought you were going to fall in love with him in the process.

“There’s one thing about Price that everyone knows and it’s not to mess with the cigars.” He held up his hand in contemplation, “okay two things, his cigars or his hat. Completely off limits. I thought he was gonna wring Soaps neck when he grabbed it and took off. Never seen that man run faster in my life.”

The brief silence was cut short when Kyles phone started buzzing and suddenly the carefree look on his face hardened. It was so fast, if you weren’t used to it by now you may have been shocked.

He tried to give you a reassuring smile as he stood, “I’ll be right back.” He muttered, setting down his beer.

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. You already knew what he was being called in for. Since moving in you’ve memorized his ringtones and this one was for when his Captain called him, and his captain never called unless it was to tell him about a new mission.

You learned a lot about him from the short time you’ve lived together even when he was gone for a lot of it. You memorized his routines. Almost all of them.

When he came home from long missions you knew he’d be so tired he would kick his shoes off at the door instead of putting them inside because he would clean them of the dirt and mud the next morning. He was always so tidy, you told him multiple times he can leave things around but he always laughed you off.

You honestly wish he would leave things around. Make his mark on the apartment so it didn’t feel so lonely.

You were so deep in thought you didn’t notice when Kyle came back into the room, you never had. The man walked like he was floating. He could see the disappointment in your gaze and it made his heart hurt.

He tapped his phone against his palm a few times, gaining your attention. He stood there for a few more minutes just thinking before he tossed his phone on the couch and walked over to you with his hand held out.

You glanced at him in confusion but he only smiled. “You said someone has to teach me how to dance right? Then come on teach me.” Instantly a smile spread across your face and you eagerly took his hand in yours.

“Okay Mr. Garrick.” He only laughed at you while you quickly scrolled through your phone to find a playlist of some of your favorite songs. “You gotta loosen up first okay? You look nervous so just don’t?”

You grabbed his hands and the two of you danced around goofily for the next several songs. Kyle on multiple occasions would spin you around, laughing–telling you it was the only move he was confident in.

At some point he spun you around so many times you all but collapsed into his arms, laughing. You felt like your head was spinning but you were having the best time of your life.

It wasn’t until the next song started that you realized the situation you were in. Kyle had his arms wrapped tightly around you like he was keeping you from falling to the ground and you were practically pressed against his chest.

You coughed slightly just to get his attention and immediately he loosened his hold but didn’t completely let go of you just enough for you to situate yourself. “Okay now for the real deal. This is where you’d get all the ladies so watch and learn.”

He allowed you to move his hands to where they needed to be, one on your waist and the other holding loosely onto your other hand. “Since you seemed to like spinning me so much this one is the perfect way to do it.” He only nodded at you as you both began to take small steps.

He moved with you which didn’t surprise you in the slightest he was always a fast learner. You were watching the floor to keep from making eye contact with him but it didn’t help that you could feel the heat of his palm on the small of your back.

He gently let your waist go to spin you, this time he made sure not to spin you an extensive amount of times. But instead of spinning you all the way back around to face him he spun you until your back was facing him and the hand holding yours came down across your collarbones to pull you gently to his chest while his other hand went back to holding your waist.

You felt your breathe still when you realized what happened. Your heart felt like it was beating a mile and minute, so fast you couldn’t even tell if you could feel his heart doing the same.

You felt his breathe on the side of your neck and then you felt his lips skim the shell of your ear. You almost wondered if he knew what he was doing or if this was just instinctual.

“S-so that’s definitely a way to impress a girl.” You said, swallowing thickly when you felt the hand on your waist move down to your hip where he squeezed a little tighter like he was trying to ground himself.

You felt his lips leave your ear but you could also feel the deep breathe he took–his chest rising and falling behind you. “Kyle?” You whispered softly and his arm across your chest flexed against you.

He took one more deep breathe before loosening his hold and letting you slip from his arms but he kept one hand still grasped in his. You felt your face heat up and if he noticed he didn’t mention it, instead he gave your hand a small squeeze. “Sorry, let’s continue.”

His voice sounded rough like it hurt him to let you go. You watched him for a moment but he couldn’t hold your gaze. He had you pressed so close to him, if it were up to him he would’ve never let you go but he knew he had to. This was just supposed to be a fun teaching moment he couldn’t turn it into something more.

Then the song came to an end and a few seconds later ‘All I ask’ by Adele started to play. You took a few steps closer to him again, “okay now this next one may be how you get a girl to fall for you.” You joked.

You moved both his hands to your waist and he pulled you closer almost instantly while yours went to wrap around his neck. The moment felt so intimate when he finally looked you in the eyes.

‘-if this is my last night with you

Hold me like I’m more then just a friend’

You felt him shudder against you when you started tickling the back of his neck. He searched your eyes when one of your hands moved from behind his head to cup the side of his jaw.

His whole world felt like it stood still when you looked at him like that, like he was your whole world. Like he was the most precious thing that you wanted to hold close. If you just said the words he would let you hold him as long as you wanted.

‘-give me a memory I can use.

Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do.’

He could see it in the way you looked at him that you were searching for something. For comfort? He wasn’t sure until he realized just how close you both were now and his arms held tighter onto you.

This was so much worse than having your back to him. Because now he had no way of calming himself down. Not when he could see every detail about you so close to him.

His thumbs rubbed soothing circles in your waist while he moved closer to you. He was so close now you could feel his breathe on your lips and you wanted nothing more then to close the distance completely.

You felt your breathe hitch when you saw how intensely he was looking at you. It was like he could see right through you, like he could see everything you were feeling, everything you’ve ever tried to hide from him.

You could feel his lips graze yours now as well as the way his hands moved. One hand was pressed to your lower back and another at your upper back like he was trying to keep you from slipping away this time.

Both your hands were now resting softly at his neck while your gaze flicked between his eyes and his lips. When you looked at him though you realized he wasn’t doing much better.

His breathing seemed to be more ragged and his hands tensed against you as if he was holding himself back.

‘-it matters how this ends

Cause what if I never love again?’

You both were tiptoeing the line that was drawn between you the moment he moved in. One of you moving just a centimeter closer just to pull back slightly.

Your fingers were skimming his jaw line softly, reveling in the way he tensed at your touch. You were a hair's breadth away from each other when you heard his phone ding with an incoming text.

You pulled apart instantly as if pulled from a trance. You were still in his arms but now a safe distance away from his lips and he moved his hands back down to your waist slowly.

He watched you glance behind him to the couch where his phone was lit up. “When do you leave?” You asked quietly while you both continued to sway softly side to side.

“Tomorrow.” You nodded sadly. “I’ll be gone awhile. This one sounded serious. Try not to miss me to much yeah?”

It was meant to be a joke and you could see it in the way he tried to give you a soft smile but all you could do was frown. “I always miss you.” You muttered.

He sighed and brought his hand to the back of your head to pull you closer to him so he could leave a kiss on your hairline. Muttering a soft “I know.”

You continued to sway long after the song was over and what felt like long after the night had ended. You spent as much time as you possibly could with him because you knew tomorrow morning you would be holding onto him as if that would get him to stay. It wasn’t like he held onto you just as tight wishing he wasn’t leaving.

“Be careful.” You would tell him as he left and he’d give you a cheeky grin and kiss you on the cheek as he rushed out the door before replying.

“Always for you.”

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It wouldn’t be until months later that the mission would actually finally finish up. It was a very top secret one so he wasn’t able to talk to you, though those were quite a bit of his missions.

He thought about you almost daily. The last night you spent together dancing was something that got him through a lot of tough spots while he was away.

It helped especially when his job required him to see such dark spots in the world he could always recall a memory where you were the light and it never failed to make him remember just exactly what he was fighting for.

Before you came into his life there were some day where he had a hard time understanding the difference between good and bad. Some days he even considered himself to be a bad guy, for letting innocent people get killed because he was too slow to stop a threat.

Other days he couldn’t understand where to draw the line like his Captain had told him and he would get lost in his own head.

It was price that told him to go find an apartment off base because he could see the way it was effecting him to be there all the time. So really he had his Captain to thank yet blame for ever meeting you.

He remembered the first few weeks you started living together, it was awkward at the time but now was a cherished memory of his he came back to often. There had been so many times you apologized about any little mess you made just because you saw how tidy he was but he always waved you off with a smile.

He remembered all the shopping trips you went on together or how you would build furniture together. More like you read him the instructions and he finished it all in under twenty minutes.

He remembered the gradual time spent getting to know each other. The time he spent slowly but surely opening up to you about things and the way you did as well. Even if he spent a lot of time away he knew almost everything about you.

It’s safe to say you were the only thing on his mind as the mission wrapped up and he along with Ghost and Soap went to a bar nearby to unwind when in reality all he wanted to do was go straight home just so he could see you and hug you again.

“So when’re you gonna introduce us to this ‘roommate’ of yours Gaz?” Soap asked after they finished there first round of drinks.

Kyle laughed and played with the bottle in his hand, trying to ignore the way his face suddenly felt hot at the insinuation. “Don’t know. And she is just a roommate.” Ghost and Soap shared a look.

“Seriously?” Ghost asked and Kyle nodded in confirmation. Ghost grunted in disbelief. “There’s no way. You talk about this girl way to much for her to be just a roommate.”

“Gaz..” soap held his hand up, interrupting whatever Kyle was about to say. “You’ve talked about this girl almost everyday for a year and a half now. And how long have you been living together?”

“Almost two years.” He mumbled playing with the rim of his beer. “We’re coming up on the end of the lease again in a few months.”

“And I bet you haven’t thought about leaving that apartment huh? I don’t think it’s even crossed yer mind.” Kyle rolled his eyes at Soap and pushed away his beer.

He wasn’t exactly wrong.

“Just grow a pair and tell her you love her already.” Ghost grumbled, “save the rest of us from the sad puppy dog eyes you get every time you talk about her.”

“Or you could introduce us, who knows maybe she’d like a Scottish man.” Soap teased as he nudged Kyles shoulder.

Kyle leveled him with a glare that only served to make Soap laugh harder than he had been. “This is why I won’t.” He wouldn’t admit that he was nervous about the idea of you meeting his task force. What if you found them scary? Or worse, found one of them attractive and asked him for their number? He couldn’t handle that.

“As enlightening as this conversation has been, I’m gonna head home.” Kyle threw a few bills from his wallet onto the counter and slid his beer over to Soap who greedily took it after he finished his second one not even a minute earlier. “I’ll see you boys later.”

“Hopefully with some news!” Soap called out to him as he exited the bar making Kyle shake his head laughing.

It didn’t take him long to make it back to the apartment and he couldn’t deny the way his heart sped up the moment he could see one of the lights in the apartment was on.

He didn’t call to tell you he was coming home like he got in the habit of doing. He wanted to surprise you this time especially when the last he spoke to you was almost a month ago and he told you he wasn’t sure when he would be coming back.

So after a few minutes of gathering himself, he grabbed his bag and headed for the door. It was oddly quiet when you were alone and he almost wondered if you were asleep and just forgot to turn off the lights.

“Y/n?” He called out into the quiet apartment.

“Kyle?!” Was what he heard back followed by a loud crash and glass shattering.

He dropped everything he was holding at the door and ran in the direction of the noise, completely forgetting about his boots he had yet to take off at the door.

All he knew was that you could be in danger or you could’ve been hurt and he felt his whole world came crashing down slightly.

For a moment it felt like his world all at once stopped moving and started spinning too fast. He felt sick.

“Y/n?!” He rounded the corner to the kitchen and saw you on the ground clutching your head. A few mugs were shattered on the floor around you. “What happened?”

“Kyle.” You breathed the moment you opened your eyes to look at him. You stared at him with such relief he felt like he may just collapse next to you. “Uh-I fell.”

“I see that. What were you doing?” He asked while he carefully helped you up and slowly maneuvered you away from the shattered pieces on the ground.

“Well I was just trying to make hot chocolate before you scared the absolute hell out of me.” You winced, one hand still clutching your head where he finally noticed some blood trickling down your wrist. “It’s not my fault you put all the good bugs so high up.”

“Good mugs?” He looked down at the glass and then to the cupboard. “You mean my mugs?”

“They’re the good ones.” You grumbled. “They hold more hot chocolate. I’m sorry for breaking them.”

He couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled your hand away from your head to examine the damage. “I don’t care about the mugs. I can get new ones but it looks like one hit you pretty hard. Let me help you get it cleaned up”

He ushered you towards the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen where he knew he had the med kit stashed. Without saying a word he grabbed hold of your waist and lifted you up to sit on the counter before he went to get the med kit and a washcloth.

“When did you get back?” You called out to him as he ran to the spare closet in the hall to grab one of the many wash clothes.

“Earlier today. I just got back from the bar with Ghost and Soap.” You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped at the mention of a bar. “But I just wanted to come home. I’m sure they’re still there.”

“No pretty ladies you wanted to impress with your amazing new dance skills?” You joked when he came back over to you to start cleaning the blood from your cut.

“Not at the bar, no. There’s one I’ve been trying to impress already.” You swallowed as you watched him work intently. His brows furrowed in concentration. “The cut doesn’t look too bad so you shouldn't need stitches but please if you need something moved from the top shelf just ask me.”

You nodded in acknowledgment and let him continue to work in silence. He was standing between your legs and the only noise was his occasional rummaging through the med kit.

He glanced down at you every now and then but you now seemed determined to not look him in the eye and he couldn’t help but frown.

His fingers work softly across the cut on your head making sure he wasn’t going to hurt you anymore then you already hurt yourself but he couldn’t help the way his mind wandered to ghost and soaps words.

“You okay?” You asked finally when you noticed the way his frown seemed to deepen by the minute.

“Hm?” Immediately he was smiling again and nodding like nothing happened. “Yeah don’t worry. Just focused.”

You hummed in understanding before the silence fell over you again. “Did everything go okay with work? You didn’t get hurt too bad did you?”

He laughed, “unless you count falling out a helicopter as bad then no.” He thought it was funny until he saw the absolute shock on your face and his words seemed to settle over him. “Just kidding. Just kidding that didn’t happen. I’m okay!”

“You fell out of a helicopter?!” You yelled, wincing when you accidentally moved which made his fingers slip against your cut.

“I’m fine! It was a joke I promise.” You didn’t seem to believe him but decided to let it go when he kept insisting. “Everything turned out okay. I'm just happy to be home. They’re all done.”

He moved his hands to rest on the counter you were sitting on, caging you in. He noticed the way your eyes flickered between both of his and he decided for once his team was right. He had to tell you. He didn’t know if he could live another day not knowing if you felt the same way.

“Kyle?” You asked when once again he went silent but this time he had a soft smile on his face while he looked down at you. It made your heart race.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” He said softly, reaching one hand up to move a stray piece of hair behind your ear before bringing it back down to the counter. “I tried to keep it to myself but I don’t think it’s possible for me to do that anymore.”

“Keep what to yourself?” You whispered, heart beating fast when he leaned down a little closer to you.

He looked into your eyes like he was searching for any sort of hesitation, any sort of sign that he should stop or pull back now. But he found none. He leaned in again, the memory of the two of you dancing while also this close came rushing to him again and he smiled slightly. “I think I’m in love with you.”

You looked at him in surprise. It was your turn to search for any sort of lie but you knew Kyle would never lie to you about something like that. “Really?” He nodded and you could feel his lips barely just touch yours before he pulled back a little like he was still waiting for you to reject him. “I think I’m in love with you too.”

And that was all he needed to hear before he closed the distance entirely. His lips finally smashing into yours while one of his hands went up to cup your cheek and the other to your waist to pull you closer to him. You were practically on the very edge of the counter, your legs wrapped around his waist to make sure you didn’t fall off entirely.

He kissed you like he was a starving man deprived of oxygen for the last 2 years. Every emotion he harbored for you was poured into that kiss as his hand tangled itself into the strands of your hair.

His lips felt softer than you imagined and it was better than anything your mind could come up with. Your hands found purchase on his chest as you tried to steady yourself. From this spot you could feel the way his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

When he finally pulled away he didn’t move far. His lips were still just a few centimeters away; he just moved far enough away so you could catch your breathe. He could feel you practically gasping and it made his hands wander to your thighs that were still wrapped around his waist.

He was mesmerized by the way your chest rose and fell with the deep breathes you took. The way your cheeks had the prettiest shade of pink dusting them. The way your eyes continued to look at him like he was the only thing you were seeing.

He was sure he looked the same to you. He knew right then that he would do absolutely anything for you and wouldn’t regret it a single bit.

“Well that’s definitely another way of getting a girl to fall for you.” You joked as you reached your arms up to circle around his neck and pull him closer. “But now you’re not allowed to show anyone else those dance moves.”

“I only ever wanted to learn for you anyways.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips again. “Would you say you’re impressed?”

“Thoroughly.”

He laughed and pulled away from you after stealing yet another kiss. “Well let me get changed, then clean the glass and I can show you just how much I’ve improved.” He winked you at, smiling when he heard your laughter carry through the apartment

He guessed he now owed his entire task force now.

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So flowers if you’ve read it will be postponed for a little while because my daughter’s birthday is soon and I’m saying goodbye to my twin for 36 months the while she goes overseas. So for a little bit I’m sorry but this week with be high with emotions but I will let you guys know when I’m back.

Thank you for your patience!

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Flowers

Author's Note: Ya'll , I hope this preview to the beginning of flowers is to ya'll liking! I had my sister whose at college reread it so i hope the spelling is good .Anyway enjoy and let me know who'd ya'll like to be you're main love interest because personally I love Soap!

A warm day in autumn with cool breezes blow through the open window of the barracks. With an open book in my hands and a warm cup of tea. A comfortable silence hangs in the air as my eyes read over the words that my heart yearns to hear from another. As I reached the few words within my book my heart squeezed itself as I felt the love between the characters.

“I love you, you may as well take my heart

Catherine, it's already full of you.

“Please go, what is it?” 

“What's wrong my dear?” 

“you know nothing about me you've

known me for only three weeks!”

“ Three weeks Catherine, I've known you all my life.”

 “All your life!

” 

“It's true when I heard

beautiful music I thought she'd like that I looked at flowers but for my heart there is another love

that must come before you my country”

Poor Catherine had her heart ripped away from her because he deemed his country more important than her love. I remember listening to my mother read me this story when storms raged outside and I also thought I'd never be Catherine , I would never fall in love with a man who loves his country more than me……… That was until, him.

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So like one does I was scrolling in TikTok and came across an audio

———-Here’s the idea I got from it ———-

So reader is madly in love with someone from 141 squad but they are also very loyal to their country. But their live for one another is stronger than the country - possibly-

Reader is tore away from the romance when suddenly she’s faced with a choice

——— her country or him ———

I know I want this fix to hurt and have some intense feeling and heart break because I feel like it the only way to show how love can change your view on a mission that is supposed to be your main focus

I plan to write a little snip of something for you guys and I would love to hear so feedback!!!!

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I’m in love 🥰

Embrace

summary: You try to keep your distance but Ghost isn’t having it

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Ghost brought you to levels of pleasure you’d never imagined of. The way he grunted in your ear, praising you for always being a good girl, his good girl. The way he’d keep you on the edge until you had tears and were a begging mess underneath him. Not to mention when he was impossibly deep inside you, hitting the sweet spot that had you seeing stars and chanting his name like a prayer.

However, the pure lust you felt for him eventually became more.

Him staying with you until you fell asleep and sneaking out before you woke up stopped being enough. Having to keep it a secret wasn’t enough. Mischievous glances from across the room weren’t enough.

You needed more.

You needed all of him.

But you knew you couldn’t have him. He’d made that clear when your rendezvous had started and you knew why he’d done it. Your work is dangerous and getting attached wasn’t good. However, only having part of him was destroying you little by little. You knew it’d eventually kill you so you decided to have none of him instead because the pain of not having him was less than only having part of him.

You started pulling away from him while you prepared yourself to end your arrangement.

You would turn him away when he’d knock at your door. You ignored his gaze even though you could feel it burning you. You tried your best to avoid running into him, but the base wasn’t big enough for you to never see him again.

You were heading back to your room when you were pulled into a supply closet.

“Shh, it’s me.” Ghost whispered in your ear before releasing your waist and removing his hand from your mouth.

You whirled around and smacked his chest. “What the fuck, Ghost!” You glared at him but looking at his eyes was unbearable so you looked at the shelf behind him.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He tilted his head, trying to get you to look at him, but you focused on the bottle of bleach behind him.

“I haven’t been ignoring you.” You’re not sure why you felt the need to lie. Especially when Ghost seemed to be a human lie detector.

He grasped your chin softly and made you look at him. “C’mon now, darling.” Darling. “I know you better than that. You’ve been avoiding me for the past two weeks. Why?”

The time was going to come eventually so might as well do it now.

“I think we should end things.”

His eyes searched yours for a second.

“You think we should end things.” He seemed confused.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

You couldn’t tell him the real reason. “This arrangement isn’t working for me anymore.” Ok, maybe not the entire truth.

He let go of your chin and crossed his arms. He nodded as if he was contemplating what you’d just told him. “Ok, what isn’t working?”

What?

“It just isn’t. Let’s just call it off, ok?” You moved to the door, not wanting this conversation to keep going but he was there blocking your way.

“No. You aren’t getting out of this. Tell me what isn’t working and I can fix it.”

“It’s not something you can fix, Simon!” You say frustrated.

“Try me.”

You look away as you feel a tear roll down your cheek. Might as well tell him. “I’m in love with you,” you whisper.

He stood there silent, unmoving.

“Can you please let me go now?” You speak softly, not trusting your voice.

“No, I can’t.” He grabs your cheek and turns your head towards him. His thumb wipes away your tears and it makes your heart ache. His other hand takes off his balaclava and throws it onto the shelf. “I can’t let you go because I love you with every fibre of my being. My every thought revolves around you. My dreams are about you in a white dress walking down the aisle towards me. Every breath I take is for you because I can’t imagine living without you and I don’t want to. You are my everything.”

Tears are streaming down your face and your heart aches with joy and love.

“Why couldn’t you say that sooner?”

He smiles softly and strokes your hair. “I’ve been trying for the past two weeks.”

You groan and plant your forehead on his chest.

“I’m so stupid.”

“Your words, not mine.”

You pull away and try to smack his shoulders, but he grabs your hands and places them on his neck. His hands slide down your body and land on your hips. He closes the distance and places his lips on yours. The kiss is slow as if he wanted it imprinted in his memory. The kiss said everything the two of you had been holding inside. You didn’t know a kiss could say so much.

You pull away breathless and look up at him.

“I love you.”

“I know.” He says with a shit eating grin.

You laugh and tightly embrace him, but he holds onto you tighter.

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The way I smiled at my phone while reading this. Had my blushing like a school girl 😍❤️❤️❤️

“Do you like my hips?”

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Warnings: suggestive content

Purely self indulgent based off of a dream I had involving my crush cosplaying as ghost. Enjoy.

You sighed, eyes still in your book as your phone buzzed with a phone call. Rolling them in an annoyed manner, you shifted your eyes toward the phone resting by your ankle on the large chaise in your sunroom. Your face looked surprised at the caller.

“Lieutenant Pouty”

You swiped to answer FaceTime, trying not to seem excited about a random call.

“Lieutenant?” You questioned. “You never FaceTime me. What's wrong?

“Nothings wrong.” His voice was gruff.

You listened to the phone be moved around before sitting down against something. You watched the military grade cargo pants come into view at the hips. He was standing angled, hips facing slightly to the side and swaying as he moved to mess with things you couldn’t see off camera. You tried so hard not to stare but his waist looked impossibly good. He had on a tight black shirt that tucked into them so well and his physic was so evident. You’d always admired his body, loving his broad shoulders and how he tapered in at the waist. He was going to be the death of you and he didn’t even have a clue.

“What are you doing then?” You asked, trying to shake off the nerves.

“Wanted to show you something.” He answered swiftly, hands coming around to clip his utility belt around his waist. You inwardly groaned to yourself at how much smaller his waist looked.

“Your hips sir?” You joked, only you didn’t feel amused, you felt hot and drowning in it.

“Don’t have my mask on yet.” He continued with his short answers.

“I’ll call you back then.” You were trying, at least. Trying to get yourself out of a potential situation with your Lieutenant before you could embarrass yourself.

“Absolutely not, Sergeant.” He paused what he was doing.

You remained silent, wondering if he could even see your face that well from the angle he had the phone at.

As the unbearable silence continued, he began putting strapping things around his thighs and hooking them up to the utility belt.

“Sir, I respect you but I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for me to be facetiming with parts of you.” You sighed, being more forward with your uncomfortableness.

“This is payback.” You heard his voice drop an octave with a hint of play backing his tone.

“Payback?” You questioned. “Sir, I'm not quite sure what you mean.” You quizzed

He didn't answer that and continued on in his doings. He reached for the skull mask, almost dangling it in front of the camera before lifting it. You could hear the sound of it slipping on over his hair.

“Perhaps I should call Sergeant McTavish to gain a better idea of what I’ve done to upset you.” You grumbled.

He still didn’t answer. You watched him pull his sleeves up, showing his tattoos before exhaling.

“Are you alone, Sergeant?” He questioned with his voice sounding a bit more muffled because of his mask.

“I’m home, yes sir.” You answered confused. “But I don’t see how that’s any of your concern unless you need to tell me something classified.”

“I need to ask you something.” He continued, voice dry as winter air.

“Alright.” You nodded, finally feeling like you could breathe again.

“I overheard you speaking with Soap.” He started adjusting his gloves to his liking and not bothering to adjust the phone. “You told him how much you loved my hips.”

You're sure if your soul hadn’t left your body in all of those near death experiences, it sure was now. Your face flushed immediately and your heart raced in its cage.

“Is that true, Sergeant?” He continued, seemingly unbothered by what he said to you.

“Sir I-“ you started, pausing before taking a deep breath. “You must have misheard me.”

“Hmm.” He quizzed inwardly. “Are you lying?”

“No sir.” You tried to even your voice.

“You know that lying to your superior could mean discharge.” He continued.

It was moments like this where you cursed the life lessons he faced that made him so unbelievably stoic at the worst of times.

You had absolutely no words for the man on the other line as he tilted the phone to face him. He didn’t pick it up though and that made you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together. You were meeting his eyes from the waist up and the angle almost made you pass out.

“I’ll ask again.” His usually cold eyes almost seemed to squint in amusement. Was he enjoying this? “Do you like my hips, sergeant?”

Even from this angle, his eyes bore into yours and you knew there was no chance in lying to him.

“Yes sir.” You mumbled, speaking your truth and sending all of your dignity with it.

“Atta girl.” He sounded so satisfied. “This is your payback for wearing that shirt yesterday.”

Your eyebrows knitted together before reaching an aha moment. You wore a skin tight black spaghetti strap crop top yesterday because it was the hottest day of the year. You and the team were fiddling around with maintenance on all of the buggies so it was a no brainer to dress cool. However you remembered thinking how great your chest looked and maybe on purpose, you made sure Ghost thought the same.

“You aren’t dumb, sergeant.” He continued on, watching as you reached a conclusion in your mind. “I almost thought you didn’t catch me looking.”

And you almost didn’t. Had you not been so attentive to reading your Lieutenants eyes, you would have absolutely missed the way his eyes flickered slightly toward your cleavage when you subtly pulled your shirt down a bit by it’s hem.

“Anyhow.” He interrupted your train of thought. “I assume this won’t happen again.”

“No sir.” You we’re drowning in that heat now with no life jacket in sight.

“At least not without proper punishment.” You picked up on his excitement showing through his tone as he camera angled back at his hips and he stepped back revealing the much more obvious tenting of his pants.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sergeant.” He bed before clicking the call to an end.

A wicked smirk complimenting your flushed face came into play and you sure as hell were going to fuck with your lieutenant some more.

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The feeling of home 😍 makes my heart happy

Watching Over

Synopsis: Price tries to keep you awake while captured.

Relationships: Father Figure!Captain John Price x Female Reader, John “Soap” MacTavish x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

Note: Debated posting this one because it is quite self serving, but maybe someone else needs their fictional father figure to tell them they’re proud of them too. The title was inspired from this song.

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I’m in love with this man!!!!!!!!!!!!!-!1!1!

i'd fight for you

johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader wordcount: 3.3k | an: for the anon, and the others who have been so kind. I'm sorry for the scottish-words, I'm from the north of England and may have english'd him a touch, but i did ask my friend for pointers, but yeah, be kind. warnings: mentions of war, injury, but fluff-angst.

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Ringing.

That’s all you hear as your eyes blink.

You can see the flicker of orange and red, the warmth from it. It almost makes you want to close your eyes, rest a little more, and stop the dizziness.

Then you remember him.

A horrid sinking feeling runs through you, an avalanche of emotions as you remember you weren’t alone.

“Soap?”

You're sure you shout it. Shout for him. Your throat hurting, burning just like the flames which lick the walls as you do so again, and again.

Not that it sounds it to you.

The ringing drowned out everything. Even your own voice, making it sound distant, almost like you have been submerged underwater.

It's instinct to press your radio. To call for someone, anyone.

Help. Help us.

But you don't need to hear to know it's broken. It's evident in the way it crumbles in your fingers, your eyes managing to focus on the shards of it falling to the floor covered in dust, rubble and your blood.

Move. You need to move.

1. Find Soap. 2. Leave.

A short to-do list. One you set yourself as you slowly twist, pushing up, knowing you shouldn't. Your body protesting, screaming in its own way to sit, especially as your fingers leave prints of blood on the ground.

“MacTavish?”

The lack of response, movement, anything—it’s last shred of need which forces you to knee up. Breathing in, even if it hurts to do so, as you push up onto your feet.

It's a mess.

Even your blurry eyes can see that. Slowly standing, awkwardly so, almost stumbling into a cracked pillar, arm trying to cover your mouth as you cough half a building up.

It almost winds you when your eyes land on the place he'd been stood.

His jokes. His smile. All gone, stolen, vanished like they were never there. The building blowing up had separated you, throwing you away from one another.

“Soap… Sergeant...” you call out, hoping if he can hear you he'll throw something, anything.

Not sure you'd be able to hear him. Banishing the thought of him screaming for you, and you not being able to hear his anguish.

The flames dance along fragmented walls, your nails clawing at the concrete pillar, trying to drag your leg to search for him. Just praying, hoping he's not under too much—not sure you'd be able to shift it all alone.

The first real step is the heaviest, the fucking hardest, your mouth falling open, your throat burning—but if you’re screaming, you can’t hear it. Still just ringing. Constant, high-pitched ringing is all that fills your ears.

Your chest aching, full of fury and devastation as the last words he had said merged with the ringing—brutally cutting deep, further than any wound you've already suffered has.

I know how it is, lass. You cannae keep y’eyes off’a me.

You take another step. You have too.

Hand clutching, pushing off until you stumble, falling to your knees with a crack.

Your fist clenching in, head burying into your forearm as tears prick your eyes, burn and singe. Both for him and for the pain ricocheting through your legs and back from the fall.

"Please, John," you cry, not caring that your tears blend with the dust as you lift your head. "Johnny, just..."

You don't hear the boots.

Just feel rough hands grip your waist, flipping you as you flinch. For the briefest second, you think it's him—almost relaxing, ready to throw your arms around his stupid neck.

But your eyes land on Ghost. Ghost who is holding your head up, his mask moving, likely speaking. Not that you can hear. His hand grabs your jaw, almost your cheek, staring into your eyes before you weakly point to your ear.

Then it’s clinical, one nod. Whatever words he’d been firing at you suddenly lost on you as he looks around.

“Find him."

His eyes narrow before they widen.

"John. Find John."

Your lashes flutter, darkness peppering the corner of your vision. The ringing was lessening, being replaced instead with the sounds of falling buildings and shouting.

"He was there.”

Ghost’s dark eyes flicking over your face, saying nothing, showing nothing. But they must land, they must come out legible because a shadow moves from behind Ghost, one which looks faintly like Gaz. You spot the gun held high, the squared shoulders, almost smiling to yourself even through a cracked lip and whatever else made your face feel swollen.

Gaz would find him.

They would find him.

You try to move, shifting in the tight grip. Need to help. Lemme help, Ghost. You're not sure if you speak them, shoving weakly at his arm and hand.

Even if your vision slides from left to right. Even if your whole body feels broken and punctured in more ways than you can begin to assess. You have to move, you have to find him. The adrenaline forces you, too—a knotting need inside of you.

If I die, don't replace me wit' another Scot, lass. Is this where I say you're irreplaceable or that I'd fight death for you? Oh, you'd fight death f'me. You'd miss me too much, wouldn' ya. Shut up, MacTavish.

An arm tries to stop you, one you can never overpower, even in a better state. But you have to. Drawing all your strength, anguish, hurt and grief to shrug yourself free.

He must be taking pity on you, he must. Allowing you to twist in his grip, turning away from him. Because Ghost is strong, far stronger than you'd known a person to be.

Which tells you that you look worse than you feel, that you’re likely barely all held together with much—if Ghost is being sympathetic towards you.

It’s the same reason he pulls you close to him, back to his chest as your eyes try to focus—try to sharpen in on a single point as the dizziness intensifies. Not that you stop fighting, needing to fight.

Not my idea of fighting death, John. Not one bit.

You don't care how it looks. How you're letting all your actions speak for you, all those caged reactions simmering to the surface, showing everyone how deep you are.

The only thing you care about isn't in front of you. Missing. Lost.

Everything else feels trivial, ridiculous. Wanting to rip your uniform off and be damned with whatever the mission is. If given a choice, you’d burn the world and scream it to Soap if it meant saving him. If it meant him standing right where he was, unharmed and smiling.

Eyelashes heavy, hand sliding from Ghost’s forearm, your weak frame giving into the darkness which ebbs in the corner of your vision. You're clinging on, barely. Using every last bit to stay present, grounded, and focused.

“He’s alive.”

Your body freezes, and Ghost must realise you can hear him. Unsure how long he’s been speaking to you, shouting to you. Then you see him being dragged by Gaz.

Blood running down the side of his face. His smile gone. Eyes shut.

“Y’hear me,” he says, shaking you, mouth close to your ear. “Johnny, he’s alive.”

You go limp. Body drained of its need to fight as it slumps, body aching tenfold. Because he doesn't look it. Not one fucking bit.

Not that he lets you go. Ghost clutching you, keeping you in the present. Barely keeping his distance when evac arrives, not taking his eyes off of you when you're both in the heli.

You're even sure he's in a dark corner when you get treated. Not that they can do much, not when the wound which needs treating they can't even see.

The crater in your chest, the realisation which had burst the seams of you, is reminiscent of the bomb which had made your emotions burst to the surface.

You don't sleep. Not when you're released to your bunk that evening Both rocked to the core, forever changed and broken, made worse by the knowledge he's not even awake yet.

He's not woken yet, you'd heard someone say the next morning. Their whispers hushed, keeping it from you, but silence isn't a good secret keeper.

You’re not sure you'll be able to sleep until he wakes. Struggling to even blink without seeing his smile, never mind dream. So, you don’t wait to ask Price if you can do laundry duty, alone. His eyes raised, cigar smoke puffing, knowing you hate laundry, hate it more than anything else he asks of you. But, you need it. Needing to keep busy. Needing a purpose.

“Any reason?”

“No, sir.”

You let the words you don’t say hang in the air, the ones which tell him, and anyone else who can read them, that you’re lost.

A part of you that you’d held together with string and dreams had fallen, shattered when you saw his face all unmoving—covered in dust.

The part of you which was very much in love with John Soap MacTavish. One you’d contained in a carefully constructed way, not realising it would ever be shown, unearthed or broken.

Not that it's been easy to conceal. He’s loud for one, brash for another and perfect for a third. John is all kind eyes and a cocky smile, all of which can turn into a knife edge when through the scope of his rifle—and it both makes you want to throw your arms around him and sink to your knees for him.

It crept up on you how he's become your person. The one you shouldn't have, even less so on this base—on this team.

The one you seek when things feel too much, the one you gravitate towards when you’ve drank too much tequila. He’s a lifeboat when you’re drowning out at sea and the stars to the moon in the sky.

You’re not sure he even realises your heart is literally crying out his name with each beat. John. John. John. Not sure he knows how he makes you blush and flood with warmth when he throws his arm around you.

Most of all, you're not even sure he knows how important he is. Likely thinking the two of you are simply the best of friends, and you are—and yet so much more.

If you could form the words, you’d tell him how he puts everything else in his shadow, his mere presence demanding it. Not that you care. You couldn’t. Wouldn’t. It’s all relative the way he commands you to breathe easier, and smile more. All so similar to the way he told you to look at him when he realised you didn’t love confined spaces.

Hey. On me. Aye, that’s it. Keep them pretty lashes on me. Pretty, huh? Fuckin’ christ, yeah.

So lost in the saved sounds of his voice, you hear him too late—Ghost.

The man moves so silently for someone of his statue. He looks, his gaze cutting, trying to make his way through the walls and barriers you’ve thrown up. To keep him out. To keep them all out.

Spots and moments coming back to you, reminding you of the way you almost fought him—how you’d have bitten and ripped your way through him to get to John. An image you’re not sure he, or you, will forget so soon.

“Took him only a fuckin' day and a half, but he’s awake.”

Your hand slowly lowers the clothes in your hand as you hold his gaze.

Because you’re sure, he knows. Adamant even. Especially when he steps closer, taking the item from your hand.

"Go. Now. That's an order."

He doesn’t expect him to be the first person he sees.

Head injury. Punctured lung. Dislocated shoulder.

Apparently, he's suffered worse, but he'd decided to sleep for longer than normal.

"Nice of you to join the livin', Johnny. We've missed you."

Soap manages to hide his disappointment it wasn't her sleeping frame or dissatisfied face that has greeted him. Imagining the level of disgust she'd show him, as if almost dying had been on his to-do list that day.

If he's honest, Soap rather loves that face she pulls—the annoyed one which makes her cheeks tight and lips spread into a thin line. The one where she seems both annoyed and indifferent, making one brow raised slightly above the other.

"Is—"

"She’s fine. Got out of here yesterday."

Ghost—Simon—is clinical. Matter of fact. He's also studying the shit out of him.

Not that he's surprised, he's barely got his question out before Ghost is answering it. Likely opening himself up for even more examination as he tries to move, his head thick, throat sore.

“Y’should know. She fought me, Johnny. Practically tried to claw through my fuckin’ arm to get to you.”

He flicks his eyes to him. Disbelief swims through him, almost pulling at him, trying to drown him before it mixes with ice-cold confusion. Because he doesn't want to let himself think about what it means.

Then his heart skips a beat.

"Don’t be an idiot."

Those four words falling over him, so rich with truth and honesty, it’s almost jarring that it’s been said to him in a gruff, mask-covered voice.

Sometimes, Soap thinks he understands him.

Ghost clears his throat. "I should tell you if you fuck the dynamic up, Price’ll have your balls, and then I'll cut your cock off."

The words linger.

It makes him smirk, pretty sure Ghost is doing the same—even under the mask, before adding, “Thanks for the tip, Lt.”

Ghost nods, curt, short. "I’ll tell her you’re awake."

His looming figure stands, watching as Ghost’s gloved hand seemingly hovers his hand near his shoulder, unsure whether to clap him on it or not before seemingly deciding to do so. Soap doesn’t react, not until he’s walking away, a smile tugging at his lips as he shakes his head.

He knew he’d crack him.

Wear him down.

Then it hits him. Suddenly restless. Full of adrenaline. Nothing hurting, not even as each second, each minute ticks into an hour.

His hand smooths out the same bit of bedding until he feels it. The walls even sigh as his apprehension calms, his shoulders sliding down from his ears—all before he even lets his eyes travel to the doorway. To her.

You.

It both heals and breaks him, the sight of her. Seeing how weighed down she is, the dark circles around her eyes that scream at him, she’s exhausted, she’s drained—even more so as she gets closer.

“Y’look like you’ve not slept, lass.”

“You look pretty too, Soap.”

He taps the side of his bed, her eyes half-rolling as she shuffles over to him. Normally, she’d fight him. Mutter, even. But she doesn’t. Half-looking like she wants to jump—glide, fucking fly over to him. His brain conjures images of her fighting Ghost, six-foot-big-geezer Ghost, for him.

Perching where his hand was, his eyes glancing over her form before he smiles.

“Put yer’ head here for me,” he says, tapping his shoulder.

“Soap…”

“C’mon, take pity on an injured man and stick y’head ‘ere.”

He's surprised she does. Her cheek coming to rest on his bandage, her wrapped up wrist and forearm resting lightly on his chest, fingers close to her chin. He almost comments they have matching head bandages, but her eyes lock onto his.

Fuck, he could get lost in her eyes.

If he ever tried to paint pictures of her face with his fingers, he knew he'd struggle to capture the beauty in her eyes. The way they swirl with the many thoughts running through her mind, like they are now. A tornado out at sea, ready to capture and drown anyone who tries to wade through them.

He doesn't realise he hasn't blinked until she shuffles a touch closer, lifting her chin, eyes meeting his with a shyness he’s rarely ever seen.

“John..."

His name sounds sinful from her lips. Even more so with the low way she whispers it in like it's just for him—her voice.

"Yeah?"

Her lips purse, before her nostrils flare. "I thought I lost you.”

It comes out soft—like she’s trying to shield the words from him, but they’ve escaped all the same.

It’s the fragileness of it that makes him move, his fingers brushing over her skin. Different from how he’s done so before, when he’s taunted her, teased and joked.

This is different. Its heart thumping in his chest and brain silencingly different.

“No,” he says soothingly, running his fingers up and down her cheek. “Just took a wee nap, that’s all.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious,” he adds, smiling. Her eyes lowering, but his hand is quicker, lifting her chin up. “I cannae' leave you. Who’ll bully you into doing more shots than y’can handle or wind y’up to the point y’go silent. Give us all some peace.”

Smiling, she stares into his eyes.

And he has to wonder, to hope. He has to jump, dive and fly, because life is too short to just wonder if the woman lay next to him—on him—could love him.

“Also… you’re the best part of my bloody day. Best thing that’s ever walked into my life. Couldn’t go out without tellin’ y’that now, could I?”

She swallows. The sound so loud in the deafening silence. But he tries not to focus on that, instead choosing to watch her eyes—how they shimmer, how they fill slowly with tears he can’t explain. But he hopes… fuck, he hopes it’s because his words are what she needs.

“I fought Ghost…”

I know. Fuck, lass. I know.

The tip of her tongue brushes over her lips as she signs. “…When I came round, you weren’t moving… and I couldn’t let you… be alone.”

His throat goes dry.

A light buzzing in his ears as his hand pauses on her cheek.

“Why’s that then?”

“Because," you snort, rolling your lips, brows furrowing and knitting as creases fall over your forehead, "I’m in love with you."

The sound of it is like music, like a song, made just for him. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you. His fingers slowly stroke light touches against her cheek.

He wants to kiss her.

He feels he can do that better than tell her. Than try and find words to explain how much he's fucking in love with her too. How each time she's been too drunk to stand, he's not wanted to let her go; how when she looks beaten, tired and hurt, he wants to wrap her in his arms and hold her close.

“Good job I love ya too then, ain’t it?”

“Not for Price.”

He laughs. The shock of her quickness caught him off guard, taking him by surprise as her lips curl into a smirk.

“No. Not for Price. Or Ghost.”

It’s her turn to laugh, warmth flooding the cheek his fingers rest against. “I think he knows. Ghost.”

I know that too, lass.

“D’ya care?”

You care that they know you’re mine and I’m yours?

He doesn’t even realise his heart is in his throat until her eyes flick back up, meeting his.

They’re almost unreadable except for the smallest slither. Before, they always hide her thoughts. Only having found in the briefest of moments, he can read her, understand her wholeheartedly. But he reads them now, and sees the thought she's too scared to verbalise.

I've been yours the entire time, MacTavish.

"No. I don't... I don't care."

Swallowing, he smiles. One he's sure is just for her, not sure anyone else ever makes his cheeks hurt the same as she does. “Me either.”

She nods, staring up at him, flicking her eyes from his to his lips.

"John?"

"Hmm."

Her fingers stroke his chin, feeling his ears burn as she does. "I will kiss you, soon. But, for now, can I just stay here?"

His heart almost explodes. His eyesight almost only sees white.

"Course y'can, lass."

That's all I've ever really wanted.

[frog-spot]

Got me kicking my feet and squealing like schoolgirl who had her crush text her 😍😍😍 all the love to you !!!!!!

Hi Vespertine!! First off I wanted to say that I’m super impressed with how amazing your writing is considering English is your third language!! It is mine too, after Spanish and French, what about you?

Anyways I say your requests were open and I thought I could jump in and give you an idea. It’d be a König x female reader, in which she is a worldwide recognized sniper, but they only know her alias, so when she accepts a job at KorTac, König is smitten with her instantly, maybe she’s in the shooting range training at night and he comes up to her? What do you think?

Hello, anon!

What a lovely message, thank you so much! My languages are Danish, Italian, followed by English 😙 I took Spanish & German in school, unfortunately I don't remember much!

I love the idea! Hopefully I managed to write something you can agree with!

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 König x F!Reader

Summary: On a late night, you find more at the shooting range than you expected. Keywords: König, female Reader, reader is a sniper, you have fun shooting guns in a safe environment 👍 König is giving puppy fanboy energy. Wordcount: 1206.

Bang.

Another shot rings throughout the empty, indoors shooting range. You lower your weapon, and unsurprisingly, your bullet ripped through the tacky, free sticker that came with a pair of shoes you bought recently. It might not be a normal use of stickers, but hey, you’re anything but normal… and the sticker was free. 

You press a button and the long-distanced fiberboard creaks towards you. 

They dubbed you "Lovelace''. After the mathematician. All due to your sharpened mind being able to perform extraordinary feats of warfare and calculations, all through the small scope of a sniper rifle. Companions have been noted to refer to you as either 'Love' or 'Lace', depending on the situation (and your relationship)—but those companions have been left behind for the time being. KorTec’s mercenaries are your companions now, though you have yet to actually meet any of them. 

With the board coming to an abrupt halt in front of you, you peel off the damaged sticker, replacing it with another, before sending the target away again, tracking it through your scope. 

Your ears perk at the sound of someone entering—even with the noise cancelling headphones—so you hold your fire and listen. 

From their footsteps, you can tell they are not attempting to disguise their approach towards you. So you mind your business, emptying your lungs before taking the shot—bullseye—and lower the rifle onto the desk before turning towards the newcomer. Sliding down the ear-protectors to rest around your neck. 

“Late-night practice?” Comes the question from the stranger, and you clock the Austrian accent almost immediately. You have toured there before for a mission. Great coffee. 

The answer to his question is an obvious one, but you humour him, and offer him a curt nod and pleasant smile. “Got it in one,” you say with welcoming tone, wiping your hand on your thigh as you approach him for a handshake. “I’m—”

“Lovelace. I—I know.”

You blink. You had not expected to hear your callsign to be said with such… enthusiasm. While you cannot see his face, the awe is undeniable on his tongue. His infatuation showed freely in his eyes—almost sparkling. Such piercing blue eyes, you think absentmindedly as your hand is shaken. He seems almost reluctant to let you go, and you cannot help but quirk a smile. You are rarely, if ever, met with such boyish fascination. 

“I have been following your career,” he says, straightening his back. “You’re an incredible sniper, it’s an honour to have you on the team.” His fingers twitch. It’s almost overwhelming meeting you in person. “I’m König,” he says, finally remembering he (rudely) interrupted your introduction. 

His stature is impressive, formidable even. And your eyes never leave his as you step backwards until you can lean against the desk—and funnily enough, he follows you. The image reminding you of a puppy trotting after its master. “I’m honoured you keep me in such high regards,” you say with a chuckle, mirth arising from your throat as one leg comes to cross over the other in a casual, relaxed posture. “It’s all very cute.” You glance up at him, a smile pulling up one corner of your mouth, your eyebrow raised just enough to tell him that he is not as subtle as he might think. “King.”

You translating his callsign should not affect him as much as it does, aber Scheiße does it cause him to do a double take. He clears his throat, coming to stand near you. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to say. So he goes for whatever the both of you have in common. Guns—more specifically, sniper rifles. 

“I, uh. I tried becoming a sniper once,” he says, eyeing the discarded rifle on the surface behind you. You follow his eyes, the only thing you can see of his face, and you unceremoniously hold the rifle up to him. Brow arched.

“Then you must have some training. Mind showing me what I’m working with?” Your tone is inviting, almost playful, as you encourage him to let loose. “-and if you want, I don’t mind giving pointers.” The last thing you want is him thinking you find yourself superior. You know how frustrating it can be, when others force “suggestions” on your techniques. Unfortunately, you have been the victim of many such men. 

Thankfully, König seems thrilled to have your expertise at his beck and call, and lines himself up in the booth. You give him the space he needs. “Hold fire,” you order, inspecting his posture, his grip on the rifle, and suddenly you can’t help but imagine yourself back at the many sniper courses you’ve attended. You see his trigger finger twitch, not enough to fire, but enough to make you comment on it. “Steady fingers, König.”

“Apologies. I am… excited,” he admits with a faint chuckle. He cannot help himself. He cannot help himself so he sneaks a glance at you, and he’s thankful that his expression is veiled, because he’s smiling.

“Alright, I’ve grilled you long enough. Compensate for bullet drop, and impress me.” 

He’s not sure if you caught him staring or not, but if you did, he’s thankful you didn’t mention it. “Yes,” he says, exhaling to empty his lungs as he prepares his shot. 

A short silence follows, and then… 

Bang.

The rifle shot echoes around you. Both your ears are, more or less, insensitive to it at this point. 

You squint your eyes as you check the target. Not a bullseye, but a few centimetres north of your original sticker-shot. You find yourself nodding in approval. König hasn’t moved a muscle after the shot, awaiting any further instructions. 

“Not a bad shot, König.” You pause, quirking a smile. “Go ahead and finish the magazine. Rapid fire.” Might as well put him through his paces, you’re curious to see how well he aims when pressured. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Comes the response.

Shot, after shot, after shot, after shot rings out. You are quick to notice that the more shots he’s firing, the less stable his posture is. But when the rifle empties its last bullet, König breathes a sigh as a hand disappears beneath his hood to rub his jaw. The gun rests on the tabletop, spent. 

Wordlessly, you press the button to call the fiberboard. 

“You have a hard time standing still,” you comment in a light-tone. A casual observation, not a reprimand. “Your pinky started twitching after the fourth round, and you kept repositioning your left leg.” Alright, that might have come off as reprimanding. “...but otherwise, good. Very good, even.” 

König rubs the back of his neck, almost embarrassed at the observations. “I doubt you would be surprised to know, that’s what kept me from graduating. That and my height.” 

You reach up to pat his shoulder before turning to the board.

What you find is not what you expected. 

A perfect circle encasing your bullet-hole. The shots almost perfectly aligned with two centimetres between each. You look to König, baffled at your discovery, and he chuckles as he notes your expression. You wait for an explanation, and he gives it after a moment. 

“Der König beschützt die Königin.”

The King protects the Queen.