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[the-froschamethyst4]

Your Mom’s Job Scares Me

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x Actress! Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, married couple, a baby, kissing/making out, more use of Simon, soft! Simon, breastfeeding,

𖤐Summary: Y/n is an actress, a star, Americas and The UK’s sweetheart, but when she has to play a love interest is a new movie that involves so many kissing scenes and one sex scene it scares Simon that he might loose his wife

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Monaco

Y/n was filming for her movie, she was playing a character that was the wife to Pedro Pascal's character. Who was playing a rich businessman.

As they were getting ready to film, Simon, Y/n's husband of 6 years was reading over the script just to be curious as he was reading it in asterisk was

*kiss scene*

"Kiss scene!" Simon says, a bit stunned.

"Simon, it's for the movie, the kiss means nothing," Y/n says as the makeup artist was touching up Y/n's make up.

"But you'll still be kissing...another man-"

"Pedro and I are professionals, the kiss literally means nothing between us except coworkers doing a job."

"Can't it be someone else?"

"No," she says.

"What about, Luna, don't you think she'll be confused on why mama is kissing another man?"

"Well, yeah, but that's why we'll tell her, mama acts for a living and sometimes that involves mama kissing other men, but the kisses mean nothing behind them, I love your daddy more then anything," she says with a smile while looking at Simon.

Speaking of Luna. Luna was on her back on the couch in Y/n's trailer, she was taking a nap before Y/n goes back to set. Luna was only a few months old, and when Y/n usually starts working Simon is in charge of her.

He sits next to Luna on the couch, she gently pats her stomach and gives her some soft rubs.

"She'll understand when she's older," Y/n says.

"So...when does that...sex scene happen?"

"That won't happen till later on, and you can be present if you want."

"No, no, no I trust you, love..." he says with a smile. "I trust you."

"Y/n, we're ready for you," the director says, peaking into the trailer.

"Okay," she turns to Simon. She cups her face and pecks his lips. "You coming?"

"Yeah," he gently picks up, Luna and placed her into the baby carrier on his chest and follows Y/n to the set.

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Y/n was acting with Pedro, acting like they were at a ball, she was hanging off Pedro's arm as they spoke with some extras. Simon watched intensely at his wife who was just smiling and looking up at Pedro like...she was in love with him.

Simon's hand was under Luna's bottom and gently patting her, she had woken up and was gripping Simon's t-shirt, she coos and Simon apologizes to the people around him and headed outside so Luna doesn't cause distractions or they stop filming because of Luna.

"Hey, lovely," he coos.

Luna slightly stirs and whines, her face squinching up telling Simon she was going to cry.

"Hey, hey, no," he starts moving to Y/n's trailer. Opening the door and Luna just sniffles before finally letting out a cry from her chest. Simon tries to find a bottle for her, pulling out one that was already made up for Luna.

"Si?" Before he could give the bottle to Luna, Y/n had opened the door and shut it behind her. "I can feed her-"

"No, no you're working-"

"It's fine, Simon, we're cutting for a break and switching to a new scene later, I have time," she says, taking Luna from him. She sits on the couch next to Simon and pulled down the strap of her dress and Luna immediately attaching herself to Y/n's nipple.

"Is everything okay?" Y/n looks at Simon.

"Yeah...I'm fine..." he huffs and rubs the back of his neck.

"Si?"

"Just...how you looked at Pedro, when you were acting..."

"What was I doing?"

"Just looking up at him like you needed him...or like how you...loved him."

"I couldn't love, Pedro even if I wanted to Simon...I'm married to you. I am not thinking about leaving you for Pedro or anything of the sort...I love you and you only...well...besides my little girl," she says, nuzzling her nose in Luna's soft peach fuzz hair.

Luna let go of Y/n and let out a tiny hiccup that made both Y/n's and Simon's heart swell.

"Y/n? We're on for the new scene," the director knocks on Y/n's trailer.

"I'll burp her," Simon says, taking Luna from Y/n.

"Okay," Y/n stood up and leaned down to kiss, Simon's lips.

Simon lifts Luna to be on his shoulder, he starts to pat her back firmly.

"Come on, baby," he says. He then sighs and just thinks about Y/n's career, he has no issue with it whatsoever, but it's just the thought that Y/n could leave him at anytime for a hot, young actor.

"You know...your mama's work scares me...sometimes, I wonder if she'll come home and hand me divorce papers because she found someone new...but every time, I'm wrong, she comes home just to hold me, cuddle me, kiss me, and now...I'm in Monaco, holding you while trusting her and cheering her on the side." He chuckles.

"I love her, I love you, and I love the little life, I have going on," Simon says, moving to look at his daughter who clenched her fists and toes and did a big stretch, it made Simon smile and kiss Luna's puffy cheeks.

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He went back into the set and sees Y/n sitting at a dinner table, she was alone, this must have been the fight scene between Pedro's and Y/n's character, their characters had a very bad argument which causes Pedro's character to walk out.

"And cut, perfect, Y/n," Y/n smiles through the tears that were very much real tears. The make up artist comes by and starts patting Y/n's cheeks with a cloth as she walks to Simon.

"Your tears are very real."

"Because they are-"

"Huh, what's wrong?"

"I just thought about a sad scene in that puppy movie we watched the other day," and Y/n started the tears again, putting her head back trying to not make the tears run down her face.

Simon chuckles and holds her head pulling her close and kissing her forehead.

"Aww love," he coos.

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That same night Simon and Y/n did a little date night in the penthouse production had booked for Y/n and her family. Luna was down in the crib in a room while Simon and Y/n were sitting in the living room sitting at the coffee table, sitting and eating take out.

Simon and Y/n were both dressed like they were gonna go to a really fancy date, but they did it to be funny, and were actually just going to stay home, eat, drink wine/whiskey, and just end the night with the two of them.

Soft slow music played as Y/n sipped on her wine, Simon was picking out the vegetables like a toddler and setting them on a napkin, Y/n chuckled at him.

"I'm gonna have to get Luna to eat vegetables, do I need to start with you too?" She says.

"Hey, I'm just picking out the carrots." He says in defense.

"Whatever," she giggles at her husband.

"I like this song," Simon says as the song changed, he set his stuff down leaning back on his palms, humming to the tune and gently swaying. Y/n stood up and pulled Simon up on his feet.

She turns to have her back against Simon chest, his hands on her waist as they swayed. Both softly humming to the song, Michael Bublé.

They only had this night before they head back to London to film the last bit of the movie. So, they had to make this moment count of being together because once back in London, Simon won't be able to come see her on set with Luna.

And of course right on time. Soft cries coming from the room made Y/n and Simon stop, Y/n turns and looks at her husband kissing his lips and heading to go get Luna.

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A man who is a Demon

𖤐Pairing: Demon! König x Hunter! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, NSFW, language, car sex, rough sex, P in V, make out, teasing, enemies to lovers, markings, some slight drinking, actress! Reader, actor! König, nicknames (Miss. Hunter, demon, baby) based off Kpop Demon Hunters (Come at me),

𖤐Summary: König is a demon and Y/n must hunt him down and kill him…but fuck…

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"Woah! Mind the face," König says as Y/n had him pinned against the wall. "I need it to steal your fans," he says with a smirk, his fangs flashed at Y/n and he throws something at her, but she dodges with no problem.

She takes her sword and tries to cut at his throat but he held blade trying to push her away from him.

He smirks, "You-You're strong," he says.

Y/n backs off him and the blade slightly cut his palms. He hisses when feeling the air hit his palms.

"Damn!" He cusses.

"Would you just die!" She whines while swinging her sword at him.

"Y/n?" They both heard her manager call for her. Y/n stops trying to kill König and looked at the door, they both quickly stood up and try to act normal, König grabbed a towel and starts wrapping his hand up.

"Fuck," he mumbles.

"Y/n, why are you in here?"

"Sorry, I was just..." she looks at König who held his hand. "Congratulating, König on the lead role," she lied, giving her manager a fake smile.

"Well, thank you for being a good sport, but we need to go," he says.

"Sure," her manager walks away and she follows, she turns to König and she watched him remove the rag from his palm.

"I...I'm sorry," she says, and before he could look at her or say something, Y/n was already leaving the room.

"So, I spoke with Evens and he said he could see about booking you a role in the upcoming Marvel movie, but then I also spoke with Shelly from Studio 82 and she said she could get you a spot in a new movie they're working on-"

"Yeah, yeah, Jeff, that's nice and all but," she stops in her tracks and so does her manager Jeff.

"But?"

"I want a break...I've been tired, and burnt out, I wanna take a break-"

"You also have the Met Gala coming up, should I cancel your arrival then?"

"No, Jeff, I can still go to that, I just want a break from acting right now-"

"Y/n if you don't get a gig in 2 to 3 months no one will want you...I'm trying to help-"

"I know, but...please..." she begs Jeff.

"Okay, okay, okay, fine," he says. "I'll send out a post on Twitter about your sudden break..."

"Thanks."

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About a week or so has passed. Y/n was having a good break from everything, she sat in her penthouse, stylist coming in and out of her penthouse.

Y/n was getting ready for the Met Gala, they've been at this since 3 in the morning. When they were getting Y/n ready the door opened, Jeff looked at the tall man who walked in.

"König just in time," Y/n jumps when hearing his name, and turned to look seeing König come in, he was dressed in an all black suit and just looked...hot, handsome, sexy? All three.

"Woah, woah, woah, Jeff, what the hell? I never said I'd be going with...him!"

"I know, that's why I didn't tell you." Jeff says with a smirk on his face. "You two will be going together."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because you two are the hottest thing right now, so, it would be jaw dropping if you two went and showed up at the Met Gala at the same time."

"A publicity stunt," König says and Jeff nods in agreement.

"Ridiculous," Y/n then looks at König's hand, it was wrapped in an off-white colored wrap. Jeff had walked out of the room along with the stylists leaving Y/n and König alone together.

"Sorry...about your hand," she says.

"Don't worry about it, Miss. Hunter," he teases. "I should be thanking you."

"For what?" She turns to look at him.

"For not killing me," he smirks.

"I was only stopped because of Jeff...If I wasn't, you'd be headless and sent back to where you belong," she says.

"I'm wounded, Miss. Hunter."

"It's just a scratch."

"Alright I got two cars ready downstairs one for you two and one for me," Jeff says coming back in. "...Am I interrupting something?"

"Nope," both said. Y/n got off her makeup chair and walked in front of both König and Jeff.

Walking down to the cars, König opened the back door for Y/n. She gets in and move as far from König as possible.

"I don't bite, Miss. Hunter."

"No, but you do way worse," she says, looking out the window.

"I've done such thing," he teases.

"Where did those 3 people go?"

"What 3 people? I don't speak riddles."

"Fine, if that's what you want to do-there were 3 fans of mine that were standing on the sidewalk when I was coming out of my penthouse and then all of a sudden were gone...what demon took their souls so I can kill them or maybe even you-"

"I didn't take any souls, yet, it was probably a different demon-"

"Which one?"

"How the hell am I suppose to know, Miss. Hunter? I don't know or talk to every god for saken demon in Hell."

"Why not?"

"Because I answer to one, demon, and you know his name-"

"Lucifer?"

König looks at Y/n. She was messing with her fingers, her nicely fresh new set of nails, they had gems on them and matched her tight dress with 40 thousand Swarovski crystals.

"You look nice, Miss. Hunter-"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere," she tells him.

"I kind of figured...but I can still compliment you," König says. "May I?" He holds his big calloused hand out for her to take, which she was hesitant but her small soft hand lands in his.

He gently closed his fingers around her hand and looked at the freshly new manicure nails.

"They're pretty," he says, but Y/n doesn't respond, she just wants her hand back. She yanks her hand out from his grip and looks at her hand as if it was infected with something.

"I didn't do anything but look at them, calm down," he says, huffing, crossing his arms in front of his chest and leaning back in the seat.

They soon arrived at the Gala or at least where it was being held. König opens the door to the car, and steps out first fixing his blazer just for him to turn around and help out, Y/n. She hesitantly takes his hand as she steps out of the car.

König helps Y/n into making sure the dress was laying perfectly, nothing caught, and nothing left behind.

They walked into the area where there were hundreds of photographers ready to take both König's and Y/n's pictures, telling them both to turn to one side, look at a certain camera, just bombarding them.

König smirking, decided make a sudden move, and it was to just place his hand on Y/n's waist and pull her in closely. The photographers were quick to take a photo of the action.

"What are you doing?" She says through gritted teeth trying to keep a smile.

"Just making them take phots..." he says back, he looks down at her, which she looked up at him, she could see it, but no one else, his dark purple markings showing he was a demon flashed on his skin.

"You are just asking for me to kill you right here," she says.

"Nonsense," he smirks. "Just smile and wave, act happy, Miss. Hunter." He's such a fucking tease.

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Once inside König and Y/n found their table, sitting next to one another and were handed drinks.

Y/n looked around seeing if she knew anyone, she knew a few people like Sebastian Stan (from working on a movie together), Anne Hathaway (they played sisters in a movie), Sofia Carson (she played a friend to Sofia in a movie), Oscar Isaac, and the infamous Pedro Pascal (playing a wife to him), giving them all soft smiles and gentle waves.

König didn't know anyone, he was still new to the acting world, kept to himself, and only slightly knew Y/n. Even though she's trying to kill him.

Everyone was having a good time, drinking, eating, speaking with one another, Y/n was speaking with Anne, as König watched from a far, he watched how she was smiling, giggling with Anne.

Anne seemed to be gossiping with her, just by how her face contorts and jaw drops when Anne says something juicy. Then she giggles and brings the champagne flute to her lips.

"König, how you doing?" Jeff says walking to him. König can tell Jeff is drunk, from how he's acting, walking and slurring his words.

"I'm fine, Jeff...you seem like you've had enough to drink," he says to him.

"Nah, I'm barely *hiccup* buzzed," he burps out.

"Alright come on, I'll get Miss...L/n...and we can go-"

"Fi-*hiccup* ne," König placed Jeff's drink on a table and started moving him out the door, Y/n sees König moving Jeff out of the Gala. She excuses herself and follows them.

"Hey!" She calls out. "Where the hell are you taking my manager?"

"Miss. Hunter, please, I'm just trying to get him out, he's drunk, I'm not going to do anything, I know that's why you followed me."

"He can walk on his own, you probably drugged him first so you can take his soul-"

"Y/n please-"

Y/n summoned her sword into her hand. "Let him go or so help me-"

"Fine," König let's Jeff go and almost immediate Jeff started to fall forward and König quickly caught him. "See..."

"Okay...come on Jeff," she helped König move Jeff into one of the car they came in.

König and Y/n got in the other one behind Jeff's car. Y/n far from König as possible, looking out the window into the night, and watched as the buildings pass by.

"Sorry, Miss, there seems to be some traffic," the drive says, rolling down the window that separated him from König and Y/n. It rolled back up and it was quiet between them two.

"You seem tipsy too," he tells her.

"I'm fine. I had two drinks."

"Double it."

"I did not have four-"

"Sure as hell looked like it."

"Whatever, when we drop Jeff off at home, I'm going to kill you-"

"Yeah, right, if you wanted me dead so badly, you would have already done it," he says with a teasing smile.

"Shut up, demon-"

"Tell me something I don't know," he says, rolling his eyes at her, but in a teasing way.

"You're so annoying," she threw an insult at him.

"Please, are we children? Playground insults?" He says.

She rolls her eyes at him.

"Miss. Hunter did anyone ever tell you, you have such lovely eyes?"

"And didn't I tell you, flattery won't get you anywhere," she says.

"I know...but I'm allowed to still talk to you and compliment you."

"Can...demons get drunk?" Y/n asked, looking at him.

"No...it's impossible, and my immune system is very different from when I was human versus now as a demon."

"When...were you a human?"

"400 years ago...I traded my soul for a better life...and then I became a demon."

"Why would you do that?"

"I was poor..." he said, looking at her. "Most of us didn't grow up with a rich family-"

"I didn't have a rich family, König...I came from nothing...my father was a single father trying to raise me and my brother on his own. I did everything I could as his oldest to do everything, I was a child actor to where I am today...I'm only rich because of everything I've done. I am not rich because my family had wealth." She tells him, getting passionate her finger poking her chest trying to make her point across.

König moves closer to her, grabbing her face and pulling her into a kiss. She doesn't fight him but was taken off guard by his lips on hers. Her hands were balled into a fist pounding on his shoulders to get him to stop, but he doesn't.

He deepens the kiss, holding her impossibly close even thought she despises being this close to him. He starts to move from her lips to her neck, giving her soft kisses.

"Stop."

"Should I? You're not stopping me," he says, looking into her eyes. She bends down and kisses his lips. "Hmm," he hums into the kiss, and was smirking. His right hand held the back of her head.

He moves between her legs, moving them up to his waist, he feels up her skirt feeling her smooth legs.

"No panties?"

"T-The designer said panties w-will ruin the outfit..." she whines at his rough touch.

"She's right," he smirks licking the corner of his mouth. König leaned back down and kissed her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer.

König starts messing with the belt of his dress pants. She slightly wenches at the sound. He pushes his bulge against the wet heat between her legs.

"You're warm, Miss. Hunter," he teases.

"S-Shut up, demon," she says with a red face.

He just tilts his head and kisses her cheek and then down to her neck. His hand went down between their bodies and fished out his dick, he slips his dick into her, her head going back and hitting the door.

König's protective instincts come in and his right hand went behind her head, so she doesn't hurt herself any farther.

He starts out slow, grinding his hips onto hers.

"Fuck," she moans, her head going back, but König's strength made sure she wouldn't hurt herself. His rough lips landed on hers, so she could only focus on the kiss and not the fact he was starting to pick up the pace.

"I-It hurts," she whines, hot tears in her eyes.

"Just get use to me," was all he said. Her nails dig into his shoulders. He goes back to being slow. He looks down at her, her face letting him know that he can go back to picking up the pace.

He starts going a bit faster, rougher and meaner. König held her wrists above her head, Y/n opened her eyes to see König go from looking human to turning into his demon-self.

Dark purple markings that almost look like lightening bolts dance across his skin, his skin slightly darkens, eyes turn from a dark brown to a gold ember color with red pupils, sharp fangs, curled horn coming from his head, and nails long and sharp that could pierce skin.

"K-König-"

"Are you going to kill me, now that I look like this?" His voice was much more deeper, scarier, it sent shivers up Y/n's spine. She looks away from him, this isn't who Y/n wanted, not a demon, a man that was gentle with her even though she didn't want him to.

König grabbed her wrists and moved them down his toned stomach and let them rest there.

"I can feel that you're close," he teases.

"F-Faster please."

"Miss?" The driver at the front started to roll the divided window down, König quickly transformed back into his human-self, fixing himself the best he could, before leaning over into the window sill.

"Sorry. Y/n's asleep," his hand was covering her mouth and he was still ramming inside of her.

"Oh, so sorry-"

"It's okay, thank God traffic is finally moving, how long till we get back to Miss. L/n's penthouse?"

"About...15-20 minutes?"

"Perfect, I'll have her up before we make it."

"Okay," the driver rolls the window back up, and once the window was fully up. König leans down removing his hand, attacking her lips in his demon form.

She moans when feeling his tip just barely hit her spot.

"Please don't stop," she whines. He smirks and starts moving at a more faster pace, skin slapping and sticking to each other, König held Y/n's ankles and slightly spread her legs.

"I never thought, I'd ever get a hunter on their back," he chuckles. "This is a new low for you, Miss. Hunter," he teases.

"I've been lower."

"Is that a challenge?" He says with a smirk on his face.

He pulls Y/n up and moves her to be on his lap.

"K-König, what if someone sees?"

"The windows are tinted and if someone does look in, they are a fucking creep." He placed his hands on her ass and starts making her bounce. Her head back and moans escape her lips.

"I-I'm-"

"I know, I feel you tightening," he chuckles as he starts kissing her chest and sucking on her breasts.

"We-We're almost home," she says, as she looks out the window recognizing the street and buildings.

"Then we better hurry," he bites her shoulder earning a moan from her, moving her to bounce hard and faster on his dick. He muffles his groans into her shoulder, his arms tight around her waist to hold her in place.

They both slightly jerked forward.

"The car...i-it stopped," she was shaking like a leaf now. They felt the driver start to get out of the car, and quickly before the driver reached for the door handle, König held it with all his strength. Just so he could make Miss. Hunter finish.

"König? Miss. L/n? Is everything, okay?" They heard the driver on the other side of the door.

"Come on, love, come on," König groans into her ear. Giving her one last thrust up, she ended up coming. Her head back and König takes his free hand and catches her head.

"Don't hurt yourself now, Miss. Hunter..." the driver was still pulling at the door wanting to know if they were okay. "Let's get you cleaned up, before they think something bad happened." König says.

As the driver pulled and pulled on the door handle. the door finally opened, König hops out first turning and putting his hand out for Y/n, she acted normal, nothing looked wrong.

"Sorry, I was holding the door, poor Miss. L/n had fell asleep."

"Sorry," she fake yawns.

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Getting up to Y/n's penthouse Y/n was too tired to keep going, and König understood, he didn't push but he stayed with Y/n, making sure she was comfortable, and making sure she was asleep.

Before König wanted to leave Y/n had held his hand.

"Please...stay...I don't want you to leave just yet...stay the night?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea, baby?"

"Please," she gives him soft puppy eyes. He just chuckles and gets under the covers with Y/n.

His hand goes to her hip, running under the shirt and rested on her bare waist.

"I...I didn't hurt you...did I?"

"You quite literally fucked me all the way home, and now you ask am I okay?"

"...Sorry?"

"I'm okay, König...honest." He moves her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear and kissed her lips.

"Would you even tell me if I hurt you?"

"I don't know..." she then moves his injured hand and looked at the wrap around his palm. "How's your palm?"

"It's fine," he starts to unravel the wrap and stared at the slight scar on his palm.

"Seems like it healed."

"Yeah...guess I don't need this anymore," he sets on the nightstand to remind himself for when he gets up to throw it away.

"Good night..." she says.

"Night, Miss. Hunter..."

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Nikto

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[the-froschamethyst4]

My voice and my ears

𖤐Pairing: Nikto x F!Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: heartwarming fluff, angst, language, married couple, size difference, mute! Reader, slightly deaf! Nikto, kissing, Nikto's insecurities, ASL (American Sign Language),

𖤐Summary: Ever since Nikto left the military his hearing became bad and had to start hearing hearing aides to help him, and now he's married to a mute woman who is his ears, and he's her voice

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"Can you hear me now, Nikto?" The doctor asked while adjusting the volume on Nikto's hearing aides.

"Yes...loud and clear," he says.

"Good."

Nikto walked out of the doctors office with hearing aides, he's been in battle, guns firing so close to his ears that you would think he busted an eardrum.

But once he retired from the Military he has noticed his hearing was awful, couldn't hear what someone right next to him was saying would sometimes yell and didn't even know it.

He entered the front door to his small home, he shared with his wife, Y/n. Y/n was mute, didn't talk, well she lost her voice when she was a child, she had a throat disease called Laryngitis, the inflammation of the larynx, also known as the voice box, can cause changes or voice loss.

She stood at the door greeting him with a smile, hoping her recommendation to the doctor worked.

He just nods and moved his head from side to side showing her his hearing aides.

'I told you they knew what they were talking about' she signs to him.

"I know, I should have listened the first time," he says and chuckles.

Now Nikto wasn't fully deaf, just a bit, of course if you yelled at him, he could hear you, but if you were soft spoken, he would be yelling at you to speak up like an elderly person.

Y/n walks up to him glad he wasn't being stubborn like usual and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

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It has been close to a week, Nikto was still getting use to his hearing aides, turning down the volume if needed or turning it up. He was mowing the lawn and turned the volume of them down, the sound was annoying and gave him a slight headache and if he's not careful will make a high pitch ringing in his ears.

He was coming to the last patch of overgrown grass and saw his wife standing on the back porch. He stops the mower and walks up to her.

"You okay?" He asked worried.

'Yes, I just wanted to see if you wanted water.' She smiles up at him.

Nikto couldn't tell you how he has an amazing wife. He doesn't even know why she married him too.

"God, I love you, woman."

'Take it, before I change my mind,' she giggles. He does take it from her soft hands and sips on it for a bit, he walks to the chairs on the back porch and sat down, he grabs a hold of Y/n's waist and pulls her to sit on his lap.

"I'm almost done with the lawn, I just need a shower and we can go get groceries." He signs.

'Take your time...no rush,' she bends down and kissing his forehead.

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Y/n held onto Nikto's arm as he pushes the cart, Nikto was always by Y/n because well, she was technically he only friend, but why would that matter? His only friend can be his wife, who cares. He's attached at her hip 24/7.

She grabbed some bread and placed it into the cart, she grabbed two different kinds, white and wheat. Nikto liked wheat while, Y/n likes white.

"Well, look at you two, you are so tall," a woman says, next to Nikto talking to Nikto, but he didn't hear her. Y/n smiles and then motions Nikto to the woman.

"I'm sorry, what?" He turns his hearing aide up a bit.

"I said you two look so cute, and you're so tall. How tall are you?" She asked.

"Oh. I'm 6'4."

"Wow, so tall, and you miss?" She looks at Y/n. Y/n then starts to sign and Nikto translates.

"5'4." He says.

"Oh my, is she deaf?"

"No, just a mute, she has a disease that hurts her voice box, so she can't speak-"

"And I see you have hearing aides."

"I was in the Military and slowly started to lose my hearing, that's why I didn't hear you the first time," he tells her.

"You two are just a perfect couple, you're her voice, and she's your ears," the lady giggles.

"Yeah," he looks at Y/n, who just smiles. "We are," he leans down a bit and kisses Y/n lips.

"Thank you, miss," Nikto says.

"Of course, you two be good."

"We will," he smiles. Y/n held onto Nikto's arm again and walked with him through the different aisles.

'Are we a perfect couple?' Y/n signs while looking up at Nikto.

"I think so...I mean...come on now, honey, we both have our differences, we argue like a normal couple, but we take care of each other...just like in our vows, we both vowed to take care of one another even through sickness, health, rain or shine," he tells her with a smile which cause Y/n to smile.

'Thank you, Nikto...now why not be a good husband and get me the sugar off the top shelf?' She then points to the sugar she always gets. He chuckles and shakes his head before reaching up and grabbing the sugar.

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After getting home Y/n was putting away groceries and Nikto was helping. Y/n wanted to go ahead and start prepping for dinner. She opens one of the cabinets but instead of asking for help from Nikto, she jumps on the counter, standing up and rummaging through the cabinet.

"Oh I hate when you do that," Nikto said, his hands going to her waist and taking her off the counter with such ease.

'I was getting the seasonings,' she signs.

"But I hate when you get on the counter like that, one wrong move and you could hurt yourself," he tells her with worry in his voice.

'Fine...can you get the turmeric then?' Which he gets with no issue.

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Dinner was good, and Nikto and Y/n were just laying on their couch, snuggling close to one another, the TV on watching one of their shows they started watching together.

'Do you think she'll die?' Y/n asked, looking up at Nikto talking about what was happening on the TV.

"Maybe, I don't know though, she seems like she knows what she is doing, but then again I could be wrong and she does," Nikto says. "I mean if she dies, she dies, it's not like they'll bring her back to life."

'True.'

Nikto started to move his hands around her body, running from her shoulder to under her shirt resting on her bare stomach. Nikto was always touchy when he was home alone with his wife, alone together, and when he's tired he gets even more touchy as a way to let Y/n know he was tired and wanted to go to bed.

She looks up at him and kisses his chin.

'Come on, Nikto...let's go to bed, we can watch this later,' she signs to him, standing up and placed her hand out for him to take, which he does and he tiredly followed his wife up to their bedroom.

Nikto laid on his side of the bed and Y/n got on her side, moving the covers to her shoulders and the covers rested at Nikto's waist. Y/n closed her eyes as she moved closer to Nikto.

"Good night, love."

'Good night,' she signs with a smile.

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König on Love Island

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König Headcanons

AN: I’m gonna be honest. I’ve never watched or seen Love Island before, I’ve being seeing clips on my TikTok, so cut me some slack if I get something wrong, sorry in advance. I also think I'll make Ghost and Price Love Island or some sort of reality TV headcanons next

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König was a hot bombshell for the girls in the Villa, he was tall, buff, 6'7, mature, and very experienced

The girls loved him, wanting his attention, wanting him to spend time with one of them at a time, the girls had even a fight about him, König wasn't here to be an argument between the girls, but somehow he was brought up at every chance they could get, one upping one another about what they did with him

All wanted him but...Y/n

It's not that she didn't want his attention, it was more like she couldn't

Y/n was shy, gentle, barely talked to the girls or even the guys, she kept to herself and didn't even get a chance with König yet because of all the girls wanting his attention

König sat in a lounge chair after doing a confession/interview to talk about his experience right now, his ankles crossed and he was letting the sun crisp him

As he was relaxing Y/n had came out of the confession, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, messing with her water bottle in his hands and walked passed König

He heard someone, and opened one eye seeing Y/n, she was in a white tank top and some black bikini bottoms, she had gotten out of the pool after hanging with the girls, and her confession was about how the girls were always talking about the tall bombshell

"Hey," he says, sitting up and making Y/n stop.

"Hi," she says, quietly.

"You came from confession?"

"Yeah," she tucks the same piece of hair behind her ear. "I was just hanging out with the girls and...thought I'd share." She lies.

"Come sit," he sits up placing his feet on the ground and patting the empty spot next to him.

She swallows a lump in her throat thinking if she did sit by him, a nuke would be sent her way by the girls

"I should-"

"Come on...I haven't talked to you like at all," he tells her. "I wanna know you, what's the harm in that? I'm here to know people and find my person like the rest of you," he confesses.

She sits next to him, her left leg under her right thigh, still messing with her water bottle

"What did you...wanna talk about?" She asked.

"Where the girls talking about me?" He asked her.

She was silent, which indicated that they were.

"So they were...was it bad?"

"If your type of bad means all they could talk about was how you talk and kiss," she says which made him chuckle.

"Jealous?"

"No...No I am not," she says with a scoff. König could tell Y/n didn't want to be like the others, only wanting his attention to make their guy that are coupled up with jealous

"Sorry," he says.

"It's okay..."

"Are you coupled up with Xavier?"

"No, he's with Maya."

"Oh."

"Why do you ask?"

"You two just seem close?"

"We use to be coupled up with one another, but during a recoupling, he picked Maya...I was just lucky to still be here."

"So, you're single?"

"Yeah...I am..." she looks a bit upset, like she thought Xavier was the one, but she seemed hurt talking about it. "I'm happy for Maya...they both seem good for each other."

"Tell me about yourself, Y/n..."

"Like what?"

"What's your favorite animal? What super power would you have? What's your favorite color? Do you have any pets? Are you close with anyone? Stuff like that...small talk." He says.

"My favorite animal is a fox, if I had a super power it would be fire, my favorite color is pink, I have a cat named Ruben, and I'm close with my brother..."

"See I know more about you then I did before," they both laughed, which seemed to catch the attention of some of the girls relaxing on a nearby couch

They peaked their heads around the corner seeing Y/n laugh with König, her hand resting on his arm as he told her something funny about himself

"I thought him and Cara had something good going?" A guy named Garret who's been close to be voting off the island came and sat with the three girls.

"This is good for Y/n, after Xavier she's been down and off-" Emma was cut off.

"She's always like that, that's why Xavier left her," a girl named Hailey says.

"We'll just have to wait and see."

The next recoupling was tonight, the girls were sitting in chair with walls between them and their backs to the guys. Y/n was sure that no one will pick her, and she wouldn't be upset about it either, maybe it was good for to just go home

As the guys slowly pick their girl on at a time, one thing just ran through her head...who will König pick?

"Okay...Girls you may turn around..." for dramatics the girls all stayed turned around and then slowly turned, Y/n's eyes were down and then she saw shoes. Her eyes slowly go up till her eyes met

König

But who didn't get picked?

"Cara...you did not get picked...please come to the front," the host says. Cara's face was red not like she was going to cry...but was pissed

She thought König would pick her, her and König went on so many dates, hung out when they could, she even fed him and slept with him at some point, but no...he wanted Y/n, a girl he only talked for 30 minutes, while he spent more time with Cara

"Cara, how do you feel?"

"Betrayed." She says, while glaring at König and Y/n. König helped Y/n off the chair and held her waist to make her stand next to him.

"König," the host looks at him. "You picked, Y/n...why?"

"She's sweet, talks to me like a human, she doesn't cut me off when we talk and she doesn't want me because I could give her what she wants, she wants me because I listen to her and treat with respect. I feel like I didn't get that with Cara."

"Cara...you are single...and you are off the island," the girls covered their mouths feeling bad for Cara, but Cara at this point just wanted Y/n dead because she is with König, it's not like she picked him

"Please say your last goodbye," the host says. Y/n was pulled away from Cara coming to her by König, he was protecting her from Cara

"Congradu-fucking-lations, Y/n," Cara says as she passed them to hug Emma.

"Y/n," the host then says. "How do you feel that König picked you?" She says while holding her hands. "Relief..." she looked at Xavier but her eyes went up to König. "And happy," she smiles.

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Isn’t she HR?

𖤐Pairing: CEO! Barrage x HR! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warning: smut, angst, language, NSFW, flirting, more use of Calvin/Cal, kissing/making out, P in V, eating out, female pleasure, fingering, dirty talking, co-workers with benefits,

𖤐Summary: Y/n is the HR manager, Calvin is the CEO, they were coworkers with benefits, messing around and meeting him in his office, but Y/n wants it to stop, it's unprofessional, but Calvin misses her.

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Monday (8:00)

All Y/n wanted to do was sit down at her desk fill out some paperwork and have no interruptions, but only she can't get that lucky.

Once she sat down clocked in ready to start her day, there was a sticky note on the monitor of her computer, she takes it and reads the writing knowing who it was from.

'Come see me in my office' it said. She crumbles it up and tossed it into the trash, she gets off her chair and starts heading to the elevator, she did her usual morning greets to everyone on her floor as she waited for the elevator.

Once the doors open she walked into the elevator and hit the top floor button, floor 25. The ride was slow, but that gives her time for what she'll say to him.

The elevator soon stops and the doors open, the floor was empty but windows and a woman at her desk, Y/n walks right by her because she already knew why Y/n was up here.

She knocked on the door and pushed it open when hearing a deep 'come in' from the other side of the door. She shuts it behind her and walks to the desk sitting in front of floor to ceiling windows, it was a dark black oak desk, two monitors sitting on it and the black leather rolling chair turned with the CEO sitting in the chair.

His right hand was squeezing a very squishy stress ball while the other was resting on the arm of the chair.

"Good morning, Miss. L/n."

"Good morning, sir, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes...I do..."

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Y/n was placed on top of the dark oak desk, her legs slightly spread, Calvin standing between them, his hands planted on the desk as his lips were on hers. His hands moved from the desk to her thighs, slowly going up her skirt, his fingertips were just barely under her skirt, but he picks at the pantyhose she was wearing.

He wants them off

She was teasing him with these stupid pantyhose, his fingers gripped the very thin material and rips the fabric quickly, her breath was caught in her throat as she looked down seeing the material just hanging off her legs.

Calvin goes down to pull them off and came back up but was slowly kissing up her legs till he reached her thigh. Pulling her off the desk and flipping her to her stomach, her elbow propped her up as her tight skirt was forced up to expose her lace panties and round ass.

Y/n looked over her shoulder seeing Calvin just grope her butt, giving her soft kisses. She let's out a soft moan that he liked and he was now on his knees, his big rough hands holding onto her thighs to keep her up and stable.

He licks her clothed panties feeling the already wet spot she made, his fingers pull at the strings of the lace panties and pulled them down helping her step out of them, his tongue then went between her wet folds.

She lets out a moan and her hand went to his soft hair.

Suckling and nipping at her bud making her moan and her nails dig into his hair or into the oak desk. He laps up at the pre-cum leaking from her, kissing her bud, and shaking his head to get deeper into her juices.

"F-Fuck," she moans, she looks behind her seeing his deep brown eyes looking up at her and she could feel the smirk against her.

"Y-You know this i-is a HR v-violation," she moans.

"Are you going to report me then?" He asked, as he then spits on her clit and used his fingers to rub it in, and then proceeds to enter his ring and middle fingers inside of her, starting at a slow pace hearing her soft moans.

"huh, Miss. HR? Are you going to report me? Get me discharged from my position?" He starts picking up the pace with his fingers inside of her.

"I b-bet I can find a-a way," she said, he starts moving his fingers faster and then moves his mouth back over her clit licking and nipping.

He pulls her up off the desk and then flips her back to be on her back, he pushes her legs to her chest, he leans back down and starts kissing her lips, his tongue pushes into her mouth and it became a heated make out.

His comes out of her mouth leaving a chain of drool fall onto her chin, he licks it up and looks at her.

"Can you taste yourself, Miss. HR? Can you taste how sweet you are?" He teases her, they were back into their original position with her on the desk and him trapping her, he starts messing with his belt as he was attacking her neck and jaw.

He gives himself a few pumps when all of a sudden she feels something enter her, she moans and put her head back, she falls on her back with him still pushing her knees to her chest.

"Miss. HR? Are you feeling, okay?" He teased, he was messing with her.

"Y-You're such a d-dick."

"Am I?" He chuckles, he leans down and starts kissing her jaw and then her lips. His thrusts were slow and sloppy, they weren't in a good pattern either. He was just teasing her.

He held her waist to keep her steady, her hands holding onto his wrists, her head back as his tip would hit her spot every so often, then he starts picking up the pace.

Her moans were now breathy, and she would clench around wanting him to keep going, faster, harder, but he was slowing down, teasing her.

She looks up at him with a pout on her face, she even looks down at his dick pushing in and out of her, she squeezed around him just a bit before laying back down.

"You're mean, sir," she whines.

"Am I?" He chuckles. "Thought you as my HR manager, loves this type of stuff? Getting attention from the big boss? Getting your hole filled." He chuckles as he leans back down and kissed her lips.

"I can feel when you're close," he says, against her lips. She doesn't say anything but just moans and her arms go around his neck pulling him impossibly closer.

He then starts picking up the pace hitting her spot over and over and over, holding him tightly, moaning close to his ear, she feels herself subconsciously squeezing around him. He groans and gives one last thrust before releasing into her.

Looking down he sees white liquid leak from her, looking at her, all cock-drunk and shaking, he smirks and starts kissing her cheek, forehead, temple, and then lips.

"You did so well," he says, tapping her thigh gently, she doesn't move but jerks her thigh when he pat her.

Patting her like a good sport. She groans and looks at him.

"What? You hate me now?" He teases.

"You ripped my-"

"Oh get over it, Miss. HR, it's just some fabric," he says with a smirk.

He moves from her and fixes himself, tucking his dick back into his boxers and zipping his dress pants back up, Y/n's feet rested on the desk giving him a perfect view of cum still leaking from her.

He smirks and licked his lips like a wild animal.

"Glad to see you fix yourself up, but here I am still leaking," she says, putting her foot on his chest. His rough hand held her ankle and kissed her ankle.

"I'll look for something," he chuckles, before dropping her foot and walking to his private bathroom. He's lucky to have his own private bathroom, he walks out with a rag in his hand.

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Y/n had thrown her pantyhose away, and put her panties back on, she fixes herself up and looked at Calvin who seem to be diving into his work, like anytime he asks for her to be in his office.

They fuck, they clean up, he's doing work.

"Sir?"

"Huh?" He looks up at her, she messes with her fingers.

"I think this needs to stop." She tells him.

He stops his work and then finally pays attention to her.

"Stop what?"

"This...This Calvin," she gestures to herself and him. "Asking me to come see you in your office just for us to...fuck, and then you go back to your work like nothing happened...I don't like it..." she tells him.

"I feel like...you are just using me..." She says.

"Y/n...I'm not using you...I...I don't know..."

"Don't know? Don't know about what?" She says. Just silence afterwards. "...This stops...no more, if you want me in your office, it better be for a meeting or to discuss an situation..."

"...If that's what you want," he says, coldly.

"You...don't care?"

"Miss. L/n," oh god, he's being professional now, no first name or teasing name. "If you want to stop this...then so be it...you have made your demands and boundaries, we will stop."

"Fine," Y/n could feel tears in her eyes, why was she about to cry? He did not care...he was just using her...

"Have a good day, sir," she says, using the back of her hand wiping tears from her eyes. Calvin watched as she wiped her tears away and walked out of his office.

Calvin's heart shattered, he placed his knuckles on his chest and starts rubbing his heart like he was about to have a heart attack or something. Why the fuck didn't he say anything?! Why was he being so cold towards her?

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A month...A month has passed by and Y/n couldn't even remember the last time she's seen Calvin.

She sits in her office writing in files, answering emails, and taking in reports. She yawns when looking at the clock and seeing that there was a few more minutes till she had to clock-out.

She takes the files off her desk and walks to the cabinet were it held all the files in alphabetical order. As she opened the cabinet, there was a knock on her office door.

"Come in!" She yells, once the door open, she didn't look to see who it was, not till she closed the cabinet.

"Sir?"

"Sorry-" Calvin... "Umm~ there's lunch in the breakroom if you want it."

"You came to my office to tell me there's lunch?"

"It could have been an email, I know, but I just...I just wanted to...see you..."

"Really? Cause it seemed like a month ago, you didn't want to see me anymore...it's been a month...and you never came to see me, but now you did...just to tell me this?"

"It was just a suggestion-"

"Thanks for it, but I'm good," she says, going to her desk.

"Miss. L/n-"

"I'm good," she repeats herself, and starts typing away on her computer.

"Y/n...just talk to me-"

"I am talking to you, but right now, sir, I am busy, I have emails to answer and reports to take in, so, it is not a good time for me."

"Okay then...I'll leave you be-"

"Good, thank you, sir. Have a good day."

"Why are you mad at me, when you set up the boundary to stop what we were doing?"

"I'm mad at you because you didn't care and you were just using me for your own sexual pleasure, sir! That's why-"

"That's not the case-"

"Then what is it?" She stops typing and stood up to look at him. "Huh? What is it?"

He doesn't answer but looks at her, he starts walking to her behind her desk, his hands going to her cheeks and pulling her in, their lips smash on one another's.

She starts to stumble and falls into her chair, Calvin stood above her, his hands still holding her face.

"I miss you...I miss you, so, so, much."

"It never felt like it, sir."

"I did...I just didn't know how to come to terms with it," he says.

"Come to terms with my feelings?"

"Both mine and yours...I know you want it to stop, you set that boundary up...but I didn't know if I could handle missing you, not having you come and see me just to talk to me...I miss the conversations we had." He chuckles.

"You telling me about that kitten you found after work that one time, prompting you to keep him and naming him Poncho because he was drenched in water." He laughs and shakes his head.

"He's okay, you know...Poncho...he's such a healthy kitty now," she smiles.

"And I miss your smile...your laugh...there was more to you that I missed more then the...then the sex...I just miss you as a person that comes to me like we're best friends, you put an image of me out there for my employees to know I am not a bad person...you trusted me and I fucked up because of my dumb actions...and I am truly sorry for how I acted towards your feelings," he apologized.

"I accept your apology, Calvin...I do..."

There was just a silence between them, almost like Calvin got the hint that she may forgive him...but she'll need time away from him some more.

"I'll leave you alone now, Miss. HR," he teases.

"Bye, Calvin," she says as he leaves her office.

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His Insecurities

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Nikto Headcanons

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Nikto has always had insecurities, everyone has for Pete's sake, don't act like you've never felt bad about yourself before

Nikto always wore the mask, did matter where he was, the store, outside trying to enjoy the weather, even home, he wore the mask 24/7.

Nikto sat on the porch with an unlit cigarette between his fingers not knowing if he wants one at that moment or not

"Andre?" He hears the soft voice of his fiancé, Y/n. She must've gotten out of bed, rubbing her tired eyes and saw her fiancé sitting on the porch steps.

"Why are you out here?" She asked, sitting next to him, wrapping the blanket that was also around her shoulders, around his to keep him warm too.

"Thinking," he says. Nikto was always quiet so a word at a time was sometimes a shocker. "I thought smoking was going to help, but I don't even want this anymore," he opens the packet and sticks the one he pulled out back in.

"Andre? Why are thinking? What are you thinking about?" She asked, looking at him concerned. She was also getting rightfully worried about him too

"...Do you just ever...wanna leave me, sometimes?" He asked, out of the blue, it hurt Y/n that he thought she would want to leave him.

"Nikto, why would you think that?" Using his codename instead of his first name made his heart drop a bit.

"Because...I..." It was hard for him to say even though he know exactly what he wants to say. "Because...I look like a...monster? A freak."

"Andre." He heard the heart in Y/n break. "You are not a monster nor a freak," she takes his face in her hands and makes him turn to look at her. "Do you understand?"

"I-I do."

"But I don't understand why you would think that? Did something happen at the base that made you think that?"

"No...I just...have a feeling you don't want to be around me anymore."

"Why would you think that?" She repeats.

"..."

"Do you think I don't wanna be around you because of your scars?" He slowly nods as he looks away from Y/n.

"Andre, I would never just...up and leave you because of your scars, you know how dumb that would be? Me, leaving you, because you have scars. I have scars-"

"From your cat-"

"So? They're still scars, will you leave me because of my cat scratches?"

"No-"

"Then I would never, ever," she holds his face again. "Leave you just because you have scars all over your body, I will never, ever leave you just because you feel insecure about something. That's why we're here...to be a team, you and I...That's why you purposed, because you knew I didn't care what you look like. You have a heart of gold, Andrea...that's why I love you," she placed her hand on his chest. She could feel the beating under her palm.

"I-I love you too." He says. Y/n could his eyes smiling which met he was smiling under his mask.

Nikto with a bit a hesitant in his movements, placed his hands under his mask, taking a deep breath and lifting it up. This was Y/n's only second time in a long time ever seeing Andrea's face.

The first time she saw it was only in their dark bedroom and the moon lighting up their bedroom, she could barely see his face but she didn't need to know she still loved him.

This time the soft glow of a yellow light cast down on them both and she got a perfect view of Andrea's face. She smiles and cups his face, she rested her forehead against his.

"Still so handsome," she says. He leans forward placing a kiss on her lips, and quickly pulled away. "Shall we go back in?"

"In a bit...I wanna stay out here...look at the stars for a bit," he looks up and so does Y/n. She moves impossibly closer to Andrea and rested her head on his shoulder as they looked up at the sky.

Over some time, Y/n had fallen asleep on Andrea's shoulder, he picked her up and took her back to their shared bedroom, laying oh so gently on the bed they shared.

Pulling the covers up to her shoulders, he sits on the edge and moves her hair from her face.

"How did I get lucky?" He mumbles. "Good night," he kissed her temple and got up to go to his side of the bed.

He pulled out his packet of cigarettes and placed them on his nightstand, looking at the packaging but then putting it in the drawer.

He won't need those for a long time

He laid on his back all night long, looking up at the ceiling, watching the street lamps go dark every few seconds because of a car passing by, he didn't know if he wanted to sleep after his conversation with Y/n.

Speaking of, she had rolled over to be facing Andrea now. Her hand going to his chest and giving him a bit of a soft rub before stopping, her other hand resting under her head.

"No matter what happens...I'm glad it was with you," he mumbles again before placing a kiss to her forehead.

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Just gonna drop this off here

And run away

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Everybody Hates Y/n L/n

𖤐Pairing: Alex Keller x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, angst, language, bullying, forgiveness, glow up, high school to adulthood, nerdy!Reader, Jock/Bully!Alex,

𖤐Summary: How can a girl go from a nerd everyone hated to a girl that works close with politics, and looks like she belongs on a cover of a magazine.

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High School

Who can hate a girl that like Star Wars, Anime, nostalgic cartoons, and superheroes?

Alex…Alex Keller can

Alex was holding a personal and private book above Y/n’s head. She jumps for it when Alex flips to a random page and starts reading out loud to the people he calls his friends.

“And he picks her up, slamming her to the bed, Anakin was so gentle,” he mocks Y/n as if she was writing it herself as his friends all laugh.

He then tosses the book to his close friend Seth and continues to read it but starts running from Y/n. The girl chases him calling his name as he was getting louder with his words.

Y/n’a face was bright red, embarrassed, tears threatening to fall and run down her cheeks.

Seth gets to the roof of the school and backs to the ledge. Y/n rushes to grab the notebook but Seth chucks it over the ledge. He laughs and runs from Y/n who looks over the edge seeing the book land in the schools personal garden.

She walks down the stairs seeing Alex and his friends walk by laughing and mocking Y/n.

She gets to the garden picking up the book. It was wet from the sprinklers and dirty. She dusts off the pages and some of the pen was smudged.

She walks to the entrance of the school and tosses the notebook into the trash. Tears finally ran down her face. Her hands holding her arms as she goes into the girls bathroom, going into an open stall and leaning against the wall.

She heard the door open, and shoes coming her way. She looks at the top of the stall seeing something being lifted and then dumped on her.

“What the hell!” She yells opening the door.

Laughing at her was Jane Coleson…and of course girlfriend to Alex.

“You’re such a freak. You write Star Wars fanfics because you know you can’t get a real boyfriend. But let’s be honest you think Anakin would even go for someone like you? Grow up.”

“Why not you? You’re so childish for…dumping trash on me!”

Jane pushes Y/n back into the stall. Y/n trips over her feet and land on the floor with the nasty trash juices on the ground.

“You are now where you belong in the fucking trash,” Jane kicks an empty cup at Y/n and walked away.

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“Again Y/n?”

“You act like it’s my fault,” Y/n and the school’s guidance counselor might as well be friends from how many times Y/n goes and sees this woman on a daily basis.

“I smell like trash,” Y/n sniffles making Mrs. Miller feel bad.

“Who was it now?” Y/n doesn’t say. She can’t, she knows if she says something Alex and Jane will come at her 20 times worse.

“I…I can’t.”

“Y/n if you do not say. I’ll have Mr. Smith pull the cameras to see.”

She still remains quiet.

“That’s fine…I’ll tell Mr. Smith-“

“The trash was Jane Coleson, and my book was Seth Young and Alex Keller.” Sung like a Canary. “Dammit,” she mumbles.

“Really?”

“I’m sorry, but if I say something I know they’ll come hunt me down and kill me.”

“Kill you!?”

“Not literally…bad choice of words. They’ll come at me 20 times worse.”

“I won’t let that happen-“

“It won’t matter they’ll get me after school.” She looks away from her.

“Y/n-“

“It doesn’t matter. Can I get some new clothes…and a shower maybe?”

“Sure.” Mrs. Miller opened a cabinet and pulled out a shirt and some jeans for Y/n. She gave Y/n a pass to give to the PE Teacher Coach Fairdale.

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Home was a different story. Y/n’s mom and dad were either home or never home. Y/n’s father traveled for work and her mom went out for drinks with her friends. Y/n’s mom also worked as a nurse in a local hospital so weekends and Fridays are her go out days while her father is in Tennessee delivering who knows what.

She cooked herself some food and looked at her phone. She couldn’t stand seeing people she goes to school with have so many likes from people they don’t even know.

Like how can Jane have 30k likes on a video where she’s dancing horribly off beat to. When she only knows 10-15 people.

Y/n set her phone down and scraped the rest of her food into a plastic container.

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A Few Weeks Later

Y/n was looking at the teacher learning about Physics when the sound of snickering came from behind her. And of course who sat at the table behind her Alex, Jane and two of their friends.

Y/n ignored them and only focused forward. But it was hard when Y/n knows they’re talking about her.

“Y/n?” Alex whispered-yelled at her. “Y/n!” He goes again. She placed her pencil down and slowly turned, she knows she’ll regret it but it’s the only way to get him to shut up.

She doesn’t say anything but just looks at him.

“What happens next in your Anakin fanfic?” He whispers and snickers afterwards with his friends and girlfriend giggling as well.

“Wouldn’t know. I didn’t get to finish it,” she whispers and turns back around.

“Pft, bull, I saw there was more. What happens?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Bitch, he’s talking to you,” Jane says. “Bitch,” she calls again.

“Miss Coleson. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Miss, sorry.”

Y/n just looks down and the tears were there again. Threatening to fall. She can’t let them know that calling her names got to her.

The bell rings dismissing them. Y/n placed her backpack on her back and b-lines to the door, but long after she felt a tug on her backpack making her stop in her tracks.

“Leaving so soon?” Alex gave her a pathetic look and sticking his bottom lip out.

“I need to get going,” she says.

“Whatever. So tells us what happens?”

“Why do you need to know so badly?” She asked.

“Because we wanna know? You’re the writer here, writing about how your character can get dicked down and you can’t,” Jane snickers.

“Miss Y/n?”

“Mrs. Miller!” All the teens say while looking at their counselor.

“I have a letter for you, Miss. Y/n,” Mrs. Miller gives Y/n a soft smile. She takes it and walks out of the class, so she can get away from these people.

She opens the letter and sees the official stamp to her possible future college. She opens it and unfolds the letter reading the words carefully, reading about how they are lucky to announce that Y/n will be a Freshmen on the college campus.

Joy, happiness and excitement ran through Y/n veins as she got accepted into her dream college and she’ll finally be away from Alex and his stupid friends.

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In the summer Y/n’s parents were home from their work or other shenanigans and helped their daughter pack, and move.

Y/n was going to be in a different state, on her own, and living in an off campus apartment, she can’t wait.

“Okay…I’m all set,” Y/n says with a smile.

“Do you have everything?” Her mother asked.

“Yes,” she smiles.

“And you know you can come home at anytime if you think this isn’t for you,” her father says.

“I know,” she gives them one last hug before hoping into her car.

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8 Years Later

After earning her master’s degree in Political Science and Communications, Y/n quickly made a name for herself in the media world. Over the years, she has worked closely with major news outlets, conducting interviews with CNN and other leading networks.

Outside of mainstream journalism, she runs a successful independent streaming platform where she fearlessly discusses global affairs, politics, journalism, and war.

Known for her unapologetic honesty and no-nonsense attitude, Y/n approaches her work with fierce dedication and unwavering professionalism.

And speaking of Y/n was getting ready for an interview with CNN to talk about a current war going on across seas, Y/n was unbiased, and was considered to much of a Leftist which causes people to hate her, but she doesn't care, people been hating her, her whole life, you think she cares?!

She stood tall with a serious and unreadable look on her face, most people loved her because she talks about the truth and how no one likes it because they are so sensitive.

"Miss L/n thank you for joining."

"Of course," she says with the same serious look on her face.

"We are here to talk about the war going on across seas, and I wanna know your opinion on it, how are you feeling, and what you think people should understand with the matter." He tells her.

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The interview went on for an hour, Y/n kept the same look on her face, moving a piece of hair behind her ear slightly becoming uninterested in the topic, but kept her composure.

"Thank you, Y/n for joining me on this interview, coming up next is-"

Y/n gave a small nod and ends her line and takes a deep breath. She takes out her ponytail and messages her temple, she then takes off her blazer and heads to the shower.

In a minute she has a meeting with a politician, but she was nervous, this guy was new and she's never met him, most newspapers didn't capture the guys face and didn't have much info on him because of him being new.

She fixed up her makeup and gets a new outfit on.

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Y/n gets out of the black unmarked car and gets to to the building. She walks to the front desk and saw a woman sitting down typing away on her computer.

"Hi, Miss how can I help you?" She asked looking up at Y/n. "Oh wait, I know who you are, you're Y/n L/n, yes, you have an interview, let me call him to let him know you are here."

"Thank you," she smiles, she goes and takes a seat and just waits, she grabs her phone and starts looking at the worse place ever...fucking Twitter.

She sees the right wing people getting mad at Y/n for saying the truth behind the war, the right winged people can't stand when someone is right. She rolls her eyes and then she heard her name being called, but not by the woman behind the desk letting her know she could go up, but she sees a man, light blonde hair, and blue eyes.

Fucking Alex Keller

"A-Alex?" The woman who doesn't take shit from anyone, was starting to have brief flashbacks during those high school days.

"Y/n! Long time no see," he looks...happy to see Y/n. Treating her like an old friend and not someone he use to bully.

"How have you been?" He asked.

"I-I-I'm okay," she says, taking her small journal from her purse.

"I saw your interview with CNN, you look good."

"Thanks," she says. "Shall we get to the...meeting?"

"Sure, come on, let's go to the meeting room."

Alex guides Y/n to the elevator and hits the 15th floor, the elevator ride was quiet, Y/n felt like it was awkward but Alex thinks its normal to see someone he use to go to school with.

"So, how is life?" He asked.

"Okay..."

"So, political science I'm guessing?"

"Huh?"

"Your major in college? I mean, how else are you so close with CNN and you journal and all that...how long were you in college?"

"Yeah, I studied political science, and I graduated with a masters." She says.

PING

The elevator stops and they both walked out together, going to this room that was just a bunch of windows, Alex opens the door and lets Y/n in first, he hits a button and some curtain started to drop down covering the windows to make their conversation private.

"This should be quick," she says, setting her journal down along with a black and blue pen.

"Still organize I see," Alex says with a chuckle.

"Yeah," she says, but didn't look up at Alex, she just felt awkward being around him.

She sits in a chair at the long table and Alex sat across from her, she placed her purse next to her feet.

"So, Mr. Politician, why are you running for State Senator?"

"I desire to influence state policy. Being state senator plays a crucial role in shaping laws on education, healthcare, public safety, infrastructure, and more at the state level." He tells her.

"You are not running to have a high power level?"

"I do not care about having high power."

She starts writing, the blue pen was conversations between Y/n and Alex, and black pen was the question(s) being asked.

"Y/n how are you....really?" Alex asked.

"We're not here to talk about me, Mr. Keller, I'm here to talk with you, about you," she says.

"Mr. Keller? Please call me, Alex."

"Mr. Keller please focus. I need to know about your community interest." She says, trying to stay on topic.

"Advocacy for community interests. Education improvements, healthcare access, economic development, public safety, environmental protection, affordable housing, transportation."

"Why does that matter?"

"Me as a politician running for state senate to give their communities a stronger voice in government. By focusing on community interests, they show voters they are in touch with real issues, and committed to addressing them." He says.

The meeting kept going, But Alex was just focusing on Y/n, he wanted to know more about Y/n, he leans on his palm and stares at Y/n and her writing, her handwriting was so nice, pretty, readable.

"Y/n-"

"No," she says, not letting him talk.

"No, what? I've said anything-"

"This meeting is almost over, I am here to journal, not here to make friends, Mr. Keller."

"Are you mad at-"

"You cannot be serious? Were you not there when you bullied me in high school? Your girlfriend Jane also bullied me. Please...I'm here for the meeting and to go, I'm not here to make friends, I'm not here to rekindle a so-called 'friendship,' I'm here for a meeting and go," she reminds him.

"Okay...fine..." he looks down feeling a bit bad.

"How can you help with public safety?" She asked him.

"As state senator, I will fight for safer streets by funding local police and fire departments, supporting mental health response teams, and passing laws that protect families while promoting accountability and justice."

He taps his chin and looks at her.

"Y/n..." she stops writing and looks at him.

"What?" She sounds annoyed.

"I am sorry...I'm sorry for everything I did to you in high school, I cannot speak on Jane's behalf because...we're not together anymore, but I am sorry."

Y/n takes a deep breath and closes her journal. She starts moving her journal to her purse.

"I don't know if I can forgive you."

"I understand."

"I'm done here, so I'll be on my way," she says.

"Hey, if you...ever wanna talk-" he was handing her a card with his number and email on it.

"I'll be okay, thanks." She takes the card even though she was fighting not to, she did anyways.

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2 Days Later

Something was eating at Y/n. She sat in her apartment looking at the TV taking small notes about the CNN network and some interviews that have been going on.

She taps her pen to her chin and looks at the card sticking out of a page in her journal, she pulled it and looked at the number. She hesitated but grabbed her phone and starts to call Alex.

"Hello, Mr. Keller's assistant speaking."

"Hi, I'm Y/n L/n I did an interview with Mr. Alex Keller and I wanted to speak with him."

"Oh yes, let me go get him."

"Hello?"

"Hi Alex...It's-"

"Y/n..."

"Yeah...I wanted to...meet up, maybe? A drink, a coffee?"

"I'm free right now...wanna get a coffee?"

"Sure."

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Y/n got to the cafe, she could see Alex in the window looking up at the menu as he waits in line, but he also letting people in front of him because he was waiting...waiting for her to come in.

She takes a deep breath, and pushes the door open, the bell above the door gave her away, alerting almost everyone in the shop that someone new just walked in.

Alex turned his head to look at Y/n. Giving her a smile, for reason she felt like the smile was fake, she still views Alex as that cruel, and mean jock that bullied her all her high school years.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi."

"I haven't ordered yet, I was waiting for you," he says, looking down at her and letting her stand next to him as they both looked at the menu.

"Thanks for waiting," she says.

"Of course, I didn't want to order and make you stand up here alone."

Why was he being nice!?

"Alex, you don't have to put on this...fake friend type of thing."

"Fake friend? Y/n, to now from back then to high school. I am a very different person, I've learned and grew as a person...I am not that same high school boy who picked on you...I'm different now..."

"I'll believe it when I see it...I still feel that boy who could ruin my life in seconds..."

"I understand-"

"Next!"

Getting their order and finding a seat to sit down and talk, it just felt awkward, Y/n had her hands in her lap as she looked out the window seeing cars drive by and people walk on the street. Alex looks at Y/n, he still sees that nerdy girl writing fanfics about Anakin Skywalker, quiet, only spoke when spoken to, her behavior from school to now, totally different girl, but Alex still sees the old her.

"Y/n...I am sorry for everything, I've said or did to you back in high school. I was so worried about popularity in high school, that when I got to college, I was worried about my studies, and made new and better friends in college then I ever did in high school."

"What about Jane?"

"What about her? She fucking cheated on me, our first year of college, she was a state over and posted on her social how she thinks she met her husband, while still dating me and kissing some asshole in a bar."

"Did you...ever date anyone else?"

"Nope...my studies were a bit more important," he chuckles. "You know I also studied political science."

"I kind of figured," she then giggles while placing her hands over the hot coffee cup.

"Your smile and giggles are cute," he says, she hides her face. Alex's smile kind of fades. "I know you're not going to forgive me, and I understand...but I just want you to know that...I'm not the same anymore."

"Alex...I...I do forgive you...but it's hard to forgive about that."

"I get it."

"Thanks for the coffee," she smiles to him.

"Of course."

After the small coffee break, Y/n and Alex had gone outside.

"I have to get going," Y/n says.

"Right, yeah, I...I had a good time talking to you," Alex says.

"I...I did too...I'll see you around Alex."

"Yeah, see ya'." He watched as Y/n walked to the black unmarked car and gave Alex one last wave before closing the door and the car drove off. Alex takes a deep breath and just smiles to himself.

In the car Y/n messes with her fingers, thinking about her conversation with Alex in the meeting room and then the conversation in the cafe. He was right...that high school boy was gone, he's mature, he focused on studies then popularity, he speaks more on the truth and focused on his community now.

She smiled to herself and looked at the coffee cup sitting in the cup-holder. A small message on the side saying 'to give a second chance'. Cheesy sure...but she is willing to give him a second chance.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Which is Her Favorite

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Gaz x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, married couple, children, more use of Kyle, sibling jealously,

𖤐Summary: Your daughter Skye is just learning how to walk, your son Kai jealous that his baby sister is getting so much attention, but when she has to walk to her father, she goes her own path to someone else

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Y/n came downstairs holding her daughter to her chest. Kyle was in the kitchen cleaning up some dishes, her son Kai on the couch watching a cartoon, not paying attention to his mom and baby sister.

"Kyle," Y/n calls to her husband as she sets Skye on the ground.

"Oh yes! Finally," Kyle stops his dish duty and goes a few feet in front of Skye, his hands out beckoning his daughter to walk towards him.

Skye was just learning how to walk, Y/n and Kyle have been practicing with her for a few days now.

Kai looks over the couch and sees his baby sister put her hands on the ground and push herself up. She balances herself the best she could, but wasn't moving yet.

"Why isn't she doing anything?" Kai asked, looking at her.

"It takes her a bit, Kai, you were the same way," Y/n tells her son.

"Come on, baby, come to dada," Kyle says, clapping his hands getting her attention but she just gives him a gummy smile and plops on her butt.

"Damn."

"At least she balanced this time."

"She's taking forever," Kai says.

"Kai, that's mean, she's only learning," Y/n now warns her son. Kyle looks at his son with a glare, but Kai ignored his fathers glare.

"Can we play games now?" He looks at his dad.

"No, bud," Kyle says with a serious tone.

"Why?" He whines.

"Because I'm helping your baby sister walk-"

"All she's been doing is standing up and falling on her butt for 2 days now...you spend so much time with her already," Kai put his hand on his cheek looking bored while speaking to his parents.

"We just want her to walk, Kai, that's it," Kyle says. Kai just groans before sliding down the couch to look at the TV.

Kyle looks at Y/n, not even saying anything, but Kyle gave Y/n a look. A look like 'where did he get this attitude from?' Y/n just shrugs.

"Come on, baby, stand back up," Y/n put her hands out for Skye to hold and pull herself up, Y/n's hands go to her daughter round waist and watched as she placed one foot out.

Kyle's and Y/n's eyes lit up while looking at Skye just start slowly moving her feet, still a bit uncoordinated with her feet, accidently stepping with her left foot twice almost sending her down to the ground, but she catches herself with her hands.

Skye stood back up.

"Come on, baby, over here," Kyle says, with a smile on his face, Skye just wobbles a bit before looking at the couch. The couch she knew her brother was on.

Skye turns which stuns Kyle and Y/n, she turned so quickly that Y/n placed her hands on Skye's waist thinking she was going to fall over from being dizzy, but she didn't fall, she started walking around the couch.

Kyle on his knees crawling to see where his daughter was going.

They watched as Skye looked at the TV for a minute and goes to the couch cushion trying to pull herself up on, Kai doing his best to ignore the little pest that's been taking his parents time up.

But he can't ignore the small grunts coming from his sister trying her hardest to get up on the couch with him. Y/n and Kyle watched as Kai helped Skye on the couch. She plops next to Kai and looked at her parents with a paci in her mouth.

"She found her person," Y/n says, cupping her daughter chubby cheeks and kissing her forehead.

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It's been a few weeks since Skye walked to her brother, over those few weeks, Y/n and Kyle have gotten her off the pacifier, gotten her to eat solid foods, potty trained, and switched her bed from a crib to a twin, but the hardest thing was making sure Skye wasn't going to kill herself now.

Learning how to walk is such a big accomplishment but now Y/n and Kyle have to watch her like a hawk.

No forks in the sockets

No glasses on the tables that she could easily knock off

Nothing breakable in her range of reach

No phones left unattended or else it'll be in the toilet

Trashcan lid must be shut at all times now or else it'll be all over the kitchen floor

And doors must be locked or else she's opening them and walking out like she owns the place

Both Y/n and Kyle are on their toes 24/7 because of Skye, Kai on the other hand just doesn't help.

He doesn't feel the need to. His parents decided to have another kid, that's on them, not him. But of course Kai does keep her entertained so Y/n or Kyle can go use the bathroom or fix something to eat.

Speaking of which. Kyle was home with Kai and Skye while Y/n was out running errands. All Kyle wanted was some peace so he could use the restroom. He walks into his son's bedroom, he was playing his video games and slide off his headphones to hear his dad.

"Huh?"

"Can you watch Skye, so I can pee?"

With a huff, Kai paused his game and placed his headphone and controller on his bed and took his baby sister from his father. His father thanked him and he darts to the master bathroom to finally pee.

"What are you looking at?" Kai asked, his sister who just stared at Kai as if he's the most interesting thing in this house.

"Ba!" She says. "Baba!" She yells, kicking her feet while staring at her brother. Kai placed Skye on the ground and gave Skye some action figures.

"This is Sargent Markus, don't break him!" He warns her. She stares at the army man in her small hands and looked at Kai who got a better looking army guy.

"I'm Captain Oscar," Kai says, waving the guy in Skye's face. Skye just smiles.

Kai pulls out a playset that came with the action figures, and they began to start playing.

"Get down Sargent!" Kai yells, Skye follows with some baby talk as if she understood what Kai meant.

Kyle washed his hands and heads back to his son's bedroom, he could hear the faint yelling from inside and he watched as Kai had his action figure hanging out of a chopper.

Well, Kyle remembers that day.

Skye babbling while she was chasing Kai around his room. Kyle smiles at his son. when Skye was born Kai was very much jealous of his baby sister. All of Y/n's and Kyle's time and attention went to Skye and not him anymore. So, Kai started to isolate himself sometimes, making Kyle worried for him son, but now...not anymore.

After some time Kyle released how quiet it had gotten. He walks upstairs pushing Kai's bedroom door open and saw Kai on his back in the middle of his bedroom asleep, and next to him curled up with an old light blue blanket on her body was Skye asleep as well.

Play time must've worn them both out. Kyle smiles and picks up Kai first placing him on his bed and tucking him in. Then he picks up Skye taking her to her bedroom, placing her down and tucking her in.

"I'm home!" Y/n calls to the house that was silent, but Kyle found her, placing his finger over his mouth.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing, both are asleep."

"Asleep?" Y/n sounded shocked.

"They were playing and then they both just fell asleep in Kai's room."

"Oh my babies," Y/n says with a smile on her face. "So, everything was okay?"

"Yes, do you need help with groceries?" He asked.

"I only have a few things left."

"I'll go get them for you."

Y/n kicks her shoes off and head upstairs to her son's bedroom. Kai was up, she watched him rub his tired eyes and looked confused on how he got on his bed.

"Kai?"

"Where's Skye?" He asked, sounding worried for his baby sister.

"In her bed asleep," she reassures him.

"Oh," he yawns. "We were playing."

"That's what dad said." She smiles at him. She moves some of his long tight curls from his face. "I'm glad you're playing with her now...and not pushing her away."

"She's fine, I guess," Y/n chuckles.

"You can say you love her, it's okay."

"No way, she still stinks." Y/n rolls her eyes and just kisses her son's puffy cheeks.

"You're such a good brother."

[the-froschamethyst4]

Kill me, Love me, F*ck, me

𖤐Pairing: DEA! Alejandro x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: I’ve been getting edits of Pedro Pascal when he played Javier Peña in Netflix Narcos and now I wanted Alejandro to be working for DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) I think it’ll be hot

𖤐Warnings: smut, NSFW, language, P in V, eating out, dirty talking, rough and make up sex, badly translated Spanish, married couple, kissing, couple arguing,

𖤐Summary: What happens when Alejandro and comes home late (almost every night now) and Y/n gets upset to where she almost kills him

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9:00PM

It's been 3 weeks, 3 weeks and all Alejandro wants to do is catch this bastard selling illegal drugs, every time they get a lead the trail ends and they are stuck in a dead-end.

Since those 3 weeks, Alejandro has been coming home late, or if he does come home he spends most of his time sleeping in his office or staying up all night in his office.

He's stressed and just wants to catch this guy. That's all he wants and then he'll go back to normal, sleeping next to his wife at night, fucking her, or just cuddling her and kissing her.

"Alejandro," one of his teammates came into the DEA office plopping a file on his desk.

"What's this?"

"A lead."

"Great, another one, that when I take will be another fucking dead-end, you know the last time I took one of your leads, my suspect was fucking dead? I don't have time for this-"

"Just check it."

"...Fine, if it turns out my suspect is dead again, I coming for you," Alejandro got out of his chair and took the file to flip through it.

"Hey what will you do when we catch this guy?"

"Go home to my wife."

"Are you...not going home to her at night?"

"I am...but everything is so dual at home, that it feels like I live alone again," he says. "Durango, Mexico?"

"Yes. That's where he was last seen."

"We can leave tomorrow morning...I have more work to do tonight...and I have to get home to the missus later tonight."

"Of course."

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Y/n was in the kitchen fixing herself something to eat, after making herself a plate and sitting at the table by herself, she looks at the empty spot across from her, the spot where Alejandro would have sat.

For 3 weeks now, she's been eating by herself, fixing a plate for Alejandro to eat once he gets home.

She hated this feeling of being alone. For 3 weeks, he comes home late, but he usually sits in his office and falls asleep, she doesn't remember when the last time Alejandro was asleep in bed.

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11:00PM

Alejandro sat at his desk, hands covering his face, stressed, he just wants to catch this guy. But he needs to go home, his wife needs him right now. He shuts his computer off, and grabs his coat off the back of his chair and his keys from his desk and heads to his car.

Once in his car and drives home, his mind just rushes with he needs to go to his home office and do more research...sleep can wait right now.

Getting to the driveway, he unlocks his front door and sees the kitchen light was still on along with the TV still on. He sets his keys down and takes his coat off, he goes to the living room and looks over the couch to see his wife.

"Mi amor (my love)?" Y/n's eyes were wide and still watching whatever show she was watching.

"You're late...like usual," she mumbles the last bit.

"I'm sorry, amor (love) but I have so much work," he takes his finger and caresses her cheek, but she pushes his hand away.

"Is work important?"

"Right now, it is, when I catch this guy, I'll spend so much time with you," he says. "I promise-"

"Currently your promises have been broken, I don't trust you right now, Alejandro."

"You don't trust me?" He was offended.

Y/n then sits up. "You promised you'd stop coming home late, it's almost midnight, you promised you'd take me on a nice dinner date the other day, but you canceled because of this...guy, you promised that you-"

"Okay, okay, my track record isn't good right now, but amor, I promise I will-"

"No, I'm done with the false promises, I don't think you will promise me anything and stick with it, I don't care," she then goes to the kitchen.

"Mi amor-"

"Don't, I don't wanna hear it right now, just go to your fucking office, and stay there, you'll go there anyways!"

"No, I won't go till we talk-"

"Talk!? Are you kidding! I can't, I don't see you half of the time!" As she grabs a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, she chugs half of it as Alejandro was talking to her.

"My work is currently coming first, yes, but when it's done all of my attention will be going to you, you know that!" Y/n's hand gripped the glass and without thinking she throws it at Alejandro's feet, shattering into a million little pieces.

"Shit!" Y/n curses, hands covering her mouth. She's never been that mad to where she throws something at him, but she has every right to be pissed right now.

"Alejandro, I'm so sorry, I-I-"

Alejandro was looking down at the glass, Y/n got the small brush and dust pan. She was sniffling, she was upset. Alejandro bends down grabbing her wrist and took the brush and dust pan from her hands.

"Alejandro?"

"You trying to kill me?" He says, looking at her wedding ring sitting on her finger, a lot of money in that diamond ring.

"I d-didn't mean to," she sniffles. Alejandro had reached into his belt and pulls out something metal.

Cuffs.

"Ale-hey," he smacks the cuffs on her left wrists and moves her to the ground and grabbed her right arm. "S-Stop!" And cuffs her, keeping her to the ground, his right hand holding her down.

"Calm down, amor, you're not going to jail," he chuckles. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Alejandro couldn't help but find this so pathetic of his wife.

"You know how fucking pathetic you look?" He chuckles. She whimpers and looks at her husband.

"Then why am I in cuffs, Alejandro?"

"Just cause," he smirks unbuttoning his shirt and messing with his belt holding up his pants. He then picks her up off the ground and takes her to the couch, plopping her on her back and starts pulling her shorts off and admiring the slight wet spot in her panties.

"You're wet? This turned you on, baby?" She just hides her face from him, he grabs her chin and makes her looks at him.

"Are you wet?" He teased.

"My arms hurt," she whines.

"Cuffs, aren't meant to be comfortable," he says.

"Then take them off," she sniffles.

He just removes his shirt showing off his toned abs and chest, then his pants being undone, she looks at the bulge in his pants. He moves her legs to her chest, he leans down and kissed her lips.

His left hand then messaging her wet clit through her panties. She moans into the kiss, he stood up and looked at Y/n's red, and teared up face.

He smirks and starts pulling off her panties, seeing her bare pussy to him, he licks his lips like a hungry predator. He kissed her calves and go to her inner thighs. He licks between her already wet folds.

"F-Fuck," she whimpers. Y/n looks down at Alejandro who was between her thighs. Her foot on his shoulder slightly pushing at him but he doesn't budge. He laps at the pre-cum leaking from her.

"Mmm," she hums.

"You look so good like this," he says, pushing her legs back to her chest, and he starts pulling his pants down kicking them to the side along with his boxers. He pumps a few times to get himself hard before pushing himself into Y/n.

"Look at this cute body taking me so well," he smirks. "Folding, and sucking me in," he chuckles.

He then smacks her thigh earning a soft moan.

"Now, I may be breaking promise, but you know one promise I've kept?" He looks at her for almost like a response but she's too cock drunk to even say anything. "I'd fuck you till your legs start to shake," he smirks while leaning down and kissing Y/n's lips.

She moans into the kiss as his tip was hitting her spot, her head goes back breaking the kiss, Alejandro grabs the back of her head to make her kiss him again.

"You do not get to pull away from me," he growls. He thrusts were more rough, skin slapping against one another. She couldn't think right now, only thing on her mind was 'who the fuck is going to clean up the glass?' Not really though.

Her head goes back once more, he down and bites at her thigh earning a moan and her fingers going through his soft dark brown hair. Her eyes trained to be on him, and only him right now.

"I feel you tightening," he teased. "Are you about to cum?" He says lifting an eyebrow while he just keeps teasing his wife.

He starts picking up the pace now. Her walls clenching around him and a few more hard and rough thrusts.

"Come on, amor," he smirks. Harder thrusts now.

"F-Fuck," she moans and then she could feel cum leaking from her. Alejandro gives more harder thrusts and then a final moan from Y/n and then white liquid spills from her.

Pulling out, Alejandro watches as she moans and she pushes out the cum. He smirks before licking up her juices.

"Fucking hell," he mumbles, he looks at Y/n who was panting, her arms still cuffed behind her back, she was rolled onto her side, shaking a bit. Alejandro grabbed the key from his pants and unlocks the cuffs.

"Sorry about that, baby, but I know it's the only way to get you to listen," he smirks.

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1:56AM

Sitting in the bath, Y/n leaned back into the hot water, it was now close to 2 in the morning, and sleep wasn't in Y/n's or Alejandro's mind anymore.

Alejandro came into the bathroom and drained the tub helping Y/n out, and wrapped her body in a towel. He kissed her neck and gave a soft tap on her butt.

"Come on, I made your favorite tea, and found a movie we can relax and watch."

"I'm sorry, for throwing the cup." She apologized.

"It's fine, amor-"

"No, it's not. I could have hurt you if it hit you-"

"And you didn't." He smirks.

"That's not the point...I've never done that and you scared me when you placed the cuffs on me," Alejandro just laughs.

"Amor, I would never put you in cuffs for anything-"

"Not even if I was...smuggling drugs?"

"Are you?" He looks at her with a lifted eyebrow.

"No."

"Then no...I'll do my best to make sure the cuffs don't go on you."

"What if...someone finds out it is me?"

"I can talk..."

"Talk?"

"Say you have nothing to do with this, find ways to get you free."

"That's so fucked up-"

"But I'd do it."

"I don't want you to, if I did something bad and I knew it, the cuffs deserve to be on my wrists."

"Amor you're worrying me a bit-"

"I'm not working with that man! You know that."

"I know, but I'm just saying-"

"I'm not doing anything illegal." She says, letting out a huff and sitting on the bed as Alejandro brought her, her pajamas.

"I do have to tell you that...in a few I will have to leave for Durango."

"Durango? Did you get a lead?"

"Yeah...I'll be gone for a while...but when I come back," he smirks and leans down to be face-to-face with her. "We can have so much se-"

"Okay, okay, I get it," she giggles.

"And that's a promise..."

"It won't be broken will it?"

"Never."

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It’s Her First Egg Hunt

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Girl Dad! Ghost Headcanons

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Simon does everything in his power to make sure his little family is safe but when it comes to his daughter trying to find eggs during the annual Easter Egg Hunt over at your parents house, he can get a bit competitive and make sure none of the other kids try and steal her eggs

Walking behind her as she carries a pale pink basket

She holds the sides of the basket instead of the handle

Her little giggles made Simon’s heart swell

Other years she was too small and Simon and his wife wanted to make sure she was okay and out of the way of the older kids but now since she’s 3 years old she finally gets to join and is having the time of her life

She bends down and picks up and egg and places it into her basket

Running to find more and from what Simon was told every kid should get a golden egg that holds 5 dollars

Simon would watch his daughter and the. Try to look for a golden egg

From what Simon could see every kid was finding one but his daughter

Maybe they forgot one

Some of her cousins rushed by taking some before your daughter could grab some, her basket only had 2 measly little eggs

She wouldn’t really fret about it and move on, but Simon…his blood was boiling

He follows his daughter once again but was mean mugging some of the older kids

“Daddy!” Your daughter pulled at your husbands sleeve pulling him to get the golden egg in the tree

She points making him look up and see it. Simon stood a bit taller and grabs it, he hands it to your daughter who places it in her basket

Giggling and running to find more eggs

He smiles glad his daughter finally found a golden egg

Your daughter placed her basket down just for a second Simon standing next to it but wasn’t really paying attention to it, he was watching his daughter reach for a soft pale purple egg which she got

She comes back showing it off to Simon

“Daddy, daddy, look!” She shows him

“In the basket it goes,” he says and he looks…her eggs…they were gone!

“Uh oh?” His daughter sounded so sad. She holds the pale purple egg, her hands plopped the egg in the basket but Simon was over the edge

Since the beginning the older kids have been picking on his daughter getting competitive when it’s not suppose to be

It’s suppose to be fun

He sees some of the older kids run from them showing off none other then his daughters eggs

“Hang on, hun,” he says, leaving his daughter for a minute

“Hey, punk,” he says, the kids turn. “You took my daughter’s eggs.”

“So?”

“So? She only has 4 you guys keep taking them and you just stole her eggs, give them back,” he was stern and the kids scoffed and dropped the eggs in Simon’s hand

He’s not happy right now but he wanted to wipe those smirks off the kids faces

But he couldn’t his daughter is watching

He goes back to her and bends down placing the eggs back into the basket he grabs the golden to make sure 5 dollars were in there and gives it back

“Come on, hun, I think that’s all of them,” Simon says, he sees how little she has, he feels awful like he should have done something

But you told him that his daughter has to do it on her own

And he listened but damn he wishes he didn’t

He picks up his daughter who seem to be happy that she got some eggs but Simon wishes she had a bunch

She only has 4 eggs

“Mama!”

“My baby, did you have fun?” You take your daughter

“Yes, mama,” she was still smiling after the amount she had

“Come on, let’s go eat,” you say.

“Only 4?” She looks at Simon holding his daughters basket, their daughter was eating

“The kids kept taking them at a point they even stole her eggs, I got them back for her.”

“I’ll go speak with my cousins.” Y/n says with a serious look on her face and walked off with the basket in hand and went to find her cousins

Simon looks at his wife who was speaking with her cousins and they handed her something, something big

A big Easter Basket

Since your daughter was the youngest, and technically the newest member of the family she was getting the most stuff more then what the big kids were getting

You had called your daughter, which made her turn her head and some of the other kids

Her eyes lit up and rushed to the basket taking the stuffed bunny out of the basket and thanked her family

The older kids were then getting scolded for being mean and got some lazily made Easter baskets

Your daughter looked at her cousins who seemed sad about their basket

Simon smirked glad they got what they deserved but he watches his daughter take some candy from her basket and gave it to her cousins who looked at her and thanked her

“Hon-“

“Simon…she’s a good girl, let her have a gold heart,” his wife said

“They were jerks.”

“They’re kids, but your daughter is better then all of them,” she smiles

“Mama, I got 5 dollars!” Your daughter yells after opening her golden egg

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White Lace Ruffle Socks

𖤐Pairing: Husband!Soap x Wife!Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, age gap (27-35), married couple, innocent! Reader, PDA, kissing, overprotective husband, female pleasuring, mutual masturbation, foot job, fingering, eating out, more use of John/Johnny, aftercare,

𖤐Summary: Y/n was looking cute for the grocery store

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Y/n was just touching up her make up, nothing fancy something natural, she went to the bed and sat down, lifting her foot up to put on some cute white lace socks.

Her shoes were downstairs next to the front door from when she wore them out a few days ago.

She grabs her purse and goes downstairs, her husband; Johnny was on the couch his head back, he was watching the football game going on, but his team was losing and was losing interest in the game now.

He hears the sound of the floorboards creaking, he opened his eyes and looked to the stairs seeing Y/n put a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hi bub," she says, walking to him, kissing his forehead and running her fingers through his hair.

"Hey...where are you going dressed like that?" He asked, sitting up now and looked at her.

"I'm going to the store-and what's wrong with how I dress? I think I look cute-" Her smiles had faded and John regrets it.

"You do, that was stupid of me to say but...if you are just going to the store, why are you so dressed up?"

"I feel like I'm too dressed down," she says.

His eyes then traveled down to her ankles.

"I like the socks though, they're cute."

"Thanks," her smile is right back. "I bought them a few weeks ago, this is the right time I'm wearing them out." She goes to the door now and grabs her little mary janes by the front door.

John turns off the TV and walks to Y/n.

"I'll come with-"

"But you don't like coming to the store with me, you say I take too long-"

"Nonsense, I'll come-just let me get some shoes and spray cologne on me," he rushes upstairs before Y/n could protest, and she waits for him.

He soon comes back down tucking his wallet and phone into his pockets.

"Alright, let's go," he grabs the keys to his dodge and they head off.

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Getting there Y/n wasn't allowed to touch the cart, John pushed while Y/n was going over the list of items she needed. She places items into the cart while John was leaning on it, his arms resting on the bar while also looking at Y/n who was bent down looking at the different prices of corn bread boxes.

Figuring out which is cheaper, which one is better, which one adds milk and not water, John's eye twitches, he thinks it's all the same, but Y/n doesn't think it's the same.

"Bonnie-"

"Don't even start, I already know what you're going to say, and I don't wanna hear it," she says, dropping the cheaper one into the cart and walking in front of John.

He just smirks and shakes his head and follows after her.

They went into the next aisle, it was filled, you could barely walk through it but Y/n just needed one thing leaving John on the end with the cart and guarding the food and Y/n's purse, while he also keeps a watchful eye on Y/n as she squeezes through the people, and she bends back down to pick up a package of sugar.

She squeezes through again and goes to John, as she walks, she feels something or someone grab her calf, she jumps a bit and looks down, a guy was getting off the ground and guess used the closes thing or object to get up and he just so happened to use Y/n's leg.

"Oh shit! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" He apologizes, Y/n just gives an awkward smile and gives a small wave.

John watched the interaction, his knuckles were turning white, his eyes narrow, blood boiling and then-

"Hey, got the sugar," Y/n says. "That was awkward," she says, she looks up at John who seemed to calm down, she didn't even see how pissed off John was.

"What happened?" He asked.

"So, some guy, he was trying to stand up and he grabbed my leg, but it's fine, he apologized, he thought his cart was near, he didn't mean to grab me," she says, trying to guide John out of the aisle, so he doesn't explode and make himself look like a fool in front of so many people.

"Well good...glad he fucking apologized."

"John, it was an accident, it's not like he was trying to feel me up or something-"

"And if he was?"

"Then I'd tell you, you know that," she says.

He doesn't say anything but instead kept Y/n at his side the whole time, his hand resting her hip holding her a bit close as they keep shopping.

John would just a watchful eye on her as she gets everything she needed off her list, his gaze was serious almost scary, some of the people around them kind of worried for Y/n, thinking she might be in some sort of...abusive relationship, but she wasn't it's just how her husband is-an overprotective guy.

"Alright, let's go home," she says as she paid and they headed off.

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At a red light, John held the stirring wheel in one hand and the other was free he just ribbed his fingers together or who pick at the white lace tights Y/n was wearing.

She ignored him if he was picking at her tights and was just on her phone watching TikToks and giggling at some, her hand who sometimes absentmindedly hold his hand and mess with his thick fingers.

"Hon, when we get home what do you want for dinner?" Y/n asked, looking up at him.

"I don't care, Bonnie, you can fix me whatever and I'll still eat it."

Y/n doesn't know why but her stomach did a backflip, whatever she'll fix...he'll eat it. She gulps and then looks down at her phone with a small nod still not knowing what she'll fix for dinner.

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Once home Y/n had gone upstairs to change into a big t-shirt...that was it, her lace socks and a big oversized t-shirt. John didn't know she wasn't wearing any wear, he thought she had shorts underneath.

He sat back on the couch and Y/n was putting the last bit of groceries away.

She then comes to the couch but doesn't sit next to John but instead stands in front of him blocking his view of the TV.

"Bon, I'm trying to-"

"I know...but this will be a few minutes," she says, grabbing the end of the shirt that his and barely lifts it, exposing her bare pussy to him, his eyes widened and drool was threatening to fall from his mouth.

"W-What are you-"

"You said I could fix whatever and you'll eat it-"

"Damn, Bon," he chuckles leaning back on the couch and places his arms behind the couch. "Damn right I will," he motions for her to move closer which she does.

John pulls her to his lap and starts a heated make out session with her, lifting the shirt up and tossing it somewhere in the living room. He puts her on her back, moving her knees to her chest, he made sure they stay put as he starts to tease her clit with his fingers.

Those same fingers she was messing with earlier in the car.

He smirks when feeling how wet she was, moving his fingers between her wet folds and then slowly pushing them inside of her, she moans his name and clenches around his fingers.

He smirks when he starts moving his fingers faster inside of her.

"Mmm~" she moans into the kiss.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy this dinner," he says. He removes fingers and then starts stripping out of his clothes tossing them to the side and was only left in his boxers.

"J-Jo-"

"Can't have you be bare and not me," he teases, moving down to be in between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, placing her socked feet on his shoulders, he'd kiss her ankles every now and then before finally kitten licking her folds.

Her head goes back sitting the cushions on the couch, her fingers getting tangled into his hair as he sucks on her clit, thrusting his tongue in and out of her. Her thighs wanting to close around his head.

"Fuck, fuck," she moans, covering her mouth but only to have her wrists be held at her side.

"Come on, Bon, I wanna hear those sexy moans of yours," he says with a smirk on his face.

He goes back to licking between her folds and thrusting his tongue back inside of her. Her back arching off the couch, as moans escape through her lips.

Her feet that were placed on his shoulders slid off to be near his crotch, she starts to tease his hard dick through his boxers, he let's out a shaky moan before standing up but still eating her out, removing his boxers giving himself a few pumps of his dick.

Her socked feet going around his dick and pumping him now, he groans into her folds while opening his eyes and giving her hard eye contact making her fold, head back and back arched once more as she felt herself close to coming.

John smirks while shaking his head and thrusting his tongue deeper he takes his left hand and thrusted it inside of her next. Moving his fingers at an ungodly speed but still moving his tongue a bit slower.

"AH! F-Fuck," Y/n moans before finally releasing in Johnny's mouth, he moves his head back and watches as white spills from her lower half, he chuckles and looks down to see white spilling from the tip of his dick.

"Fuck me," he mumbles.

Picking Y/n up and taking her upstairs to their shared bathroom, John taps her ass before saying.

"Best dinner I've had in a while...what about dessert?"

Y/n lifts off his shoulders and looks at him.

"When it becomes your turn to be pleasured." She says with a smirk.

"Hmm? You know in a few minutes we could have dessert." He smirks.

"I'm too tired for more tonight...morning sex?"

"Fine by me, let's get you washed up, Bon," he says, kissing her temple.

He sets her on the sink, turning the water on to hot just the way she likes it, he bends down and removes her socks and kisses her ankles.

"You look so beautiful," he says.

"Thank you, bub," she says as he stood back up and kissed her lips and moves her to the tub.

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Over A Million Times

𖤐Pairing: Price x Actress! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, fluff, harsh language, married couple, age gap, kissing/making out, P in V, breeding kink, dirty talking, mention of children, talks of health issues and insecurities, no codenames, more use of John,

𖤐Summary: Y/n is an Oscar winning actress for her big movie roles as either the main character or a love interest, and tonight she was doing an interview for the world to get to know her

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Y/n Price, a national treasure, known for her roles as a main character or a love interest. But she got where she is from a small role in some Cop show, she played such strong emotions which got her in such big roles and she became an Oscar winning actress.

She was now joining in an interview for some late night TV show, she was going to talk more about her life, no one knows hardly anything about her, so a lot of people were curious on her life and where she came from before acting.

"Now for tonight's show, we have a very special guest, who I know you all where excited for, Y/N PRICE!" Y/n came out i a lovely white silky dress with a slit on the left leg and gold jewelry decorating her neck, wrists and fingers.

"Welcome!"

"Thank you, thank you for having me." She gives a genuine smile. Y/n was never upset that she became famous, she lived a secretive life, but not so secretive that people did know she was married, but to whom? No one knows.

"So...who is Y/n Price?" The host asked.

"Well, I come from a small town in rural Kentucky, I got my first acting gig back in 2010 when I played Selena in Cops-"

"First gig?"

"Yes, I've never acted before and that was the first time I acted and that's when I loved it. Then I got the role in Netflix's original series Time in Madness, I played the main character Aria Finch, that was a role that made me feel that action and romance were probably the only things I will ever do."

"You do have a Marvel deal. How does it feel to be part of Marvel?"

"Amazing, never thought I'd have some sort of movie deal with Marvel."

"You voice act too-"

"Love it, I love voice acting in Anime's." Y/n voice acted in Chainsaw Man, Fairy Tail, Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece, Hunter x Hunter, and Demon Slayer.

"Which character do you like the most?"

"Oh easy, I loved voicing Natty in Demon Slayer (she's my OC)."

"She was the lover of Rengoku Kyojuro?"

"Yes, I love her."

The rest of the questions were about Y/n's life growing up and then it started to get serious.

"Your last name...isn't your last name." She then awkward laughs.

"Yeah." She says, lowering her head.

"You have a husband...you two have been married for 5 years now."

"Yes," she smiles, she gives such a big smile showing the people that she loves, loves, loves her husband.

Her husband John Price sits on the couch at their shared home, he smiled once seeing her so happy on TV.

"It's okay, love," he says as if she could hear him.

"We wanna know more about him."

"We met in Rome, I was filming for Just Cause, and we had a night off so we all went to a club and he was there, so we started to talk and drink and have fun, so we started dating for about a few years, he proposed and now, we're here," she smiles.

"No kids?"

"No kids," she says.

"Married for 5 years and no kids? May I ask why?" The host asks.

"Well...I have some health issues at the moment, but-"

"Awww~" The crowd says.

"No, no, I'm okay now, but I wanna gather myself before I start carrying kids." She awkwardly laughs. "And we've only talked about kids once, and never brought it up again, and it's not that we're in a bad financial spot or anything, we just...don't want any at the moment."

"Do you want kids in the future?"

"Maybe? I mean...we'll have to talk about it again, but at the moment it's currently not on the table." She said.

John just smiles at the TV, he leans back. He's been wanting to talk to Y/n about the kid thing again, but if she doesn't want them right now, he respects the decision.

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Y/n had gone back to the hotel she was staying at just for the night, tomorrow she'll be back in Yorkshire with her husband. She got out of the shower, drying her hair with a towel and the robe that was provided to her on her body.

Then her phone started to ring, she smiles knowing who it was before she even saw the ID.

"Hi, my love," she coos.

"Hi, hon, I saw your interview."

"Did you, was it good, okay, wonderful?"

"It was amazing, hon," he smiles.

"Nothing too personal was shared."

"I know," he chuckles now. She then lays on the bed.

"I wanna talk to you about something," John says.

"What is it?" She asked, rolling on her stomach.

"...You said something about children, how we've never really talked about since one time and...when you come back to Yorkshire...I want us to try for a baby--if that's alright with you." He says.

"..." Y/n goes quiet and John starts to get nervous.

"Hon?"

"Sorry...I was...processing..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to spring that up on you."

"It's okay, love," she then smiles. "I...I want to talk more about it later, when I'm back home, not here over the phone."

"Right, right, you're right, you're always right."

"I'll see you tomorrow-"

"No, I do want to end the call with that...I wanna keep talking." He says which made Y/n smile.

"Sure, love, what do you wanna talk about?"

"I...I don't know."

"Do you wanna facetime, and I do my night routine?"

"You know I love it when you get ready for bed," he says, there was a quick hang up and Price had answered Y/n facetime call.

"There's her pretty face." Y/n smiles.

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9 in the morning flight...SUCKS!! Y/n was so tired, a big oversized hoodie on her body, the hood slightly covering her face, sunglasses and some black fluffy boots, she looked like once she gets in first class, she'll be taking the biggest and fattest nap ever, and she did just that, she slept the entire way back to London.

Once getting off the plane, there was man holding up a sign, she smiles it was John's friend Simon.

"Simon-"

"Hey big shot," he smiles as he hugs her. "You look comfy."

"I'm so tired." Simon lived in London so it was just easy if someone both John and Y/n knew came and got her and drop her off, when she traveled out of the United Kingdom, coming back either Simon or John will come and get her.

"How was the interview?" He asked.

"You didn't watch?"

"Girl, I'm tired."

"It's weird hearing you say 'girl' I just know you were fighting the urge to not call me recruit or some shit."

"Don't tell Price, he'll have my head if he found out I was thinking about calling you recruit." He says, loading Y/n's bags into his car.

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Home, seeing the white house sitting alone with no neighbors nearby, Y/n smiled when seeing a familiar man stand outside the house, once Simon stopped the car, she opened the car door and tackled John.

"Oh, how I missed you," John coos.

"Missed me? I was gone for a day."

"Too long," he mumbles into her neck. "Thanks, Si."

"No problem, any time." Simon gives a slight nod.

Price picks up Y/n and he yanks her fluffy boots off, dropping them by the front door, he starts kissing her neck, then her lips, taking her sunglasses and putting them on the kitchen counter. He was just attacking her neck with kisses.

"John, calm down," she giggles.

"I can't help it, you smell so good, you taste good too," he says, now sucking on her neck. "You smell...like fruit-"

"Fruit?"

"Very fruity," he says. "It's so tempting, a sexy scent too," he huffs into her neck.

"John."

"Hm?" He hums.

"Take me to the bed," she says.

Didn't have to tell John twice, he takes her up the stairs to their shared bedroom, he pushes the door open and gently drops Y/n on the bed, on the edge of John's side of the bed.

His hands then start moving under her hoodie which was actually John's taking it off her body and tossing it to the side, he goes to his knees and starts kissing her knees, moving his hands up her thighs and pulled at her spandex shorts. She lifts her butt making him take them off completely and he tosses them on the hoodie.

"No bra...scandalous, love," he says.

"I wanted to just be comfortable on the plane ride home," she says. "I didn't care about no bra, should be lucky I had shorts on, I was thinking about just wearing underwear and a hoodie." She teased.

"Then I would have seen articles about how you came home half naked," he says, standing up and kissing her cheek and then her lips.

He pushes her onto her back and starts making out with her, his hands squeezing her breasts, then moved down to her hips giving her a loving squeeze before he stood back up removing his shirt.

Y/n loved seeing her husband strip, his body wasn't perfect to him, but Y/n it was the best thing she's ever seen. Scars on his chest, some on his stomach and arms, and he didn't have a 6-pack but more of a beer belly, but still fucking hot and sexy in Y/n's eyes.

John then starts pushing his sweats down and was only in his boxers.

Y/n lifts her feet, biting the joint of her index finger and brings her foot up to gently stroke the bulge in his boxers. He let's out a shaky moan but he overall smirks knowing his wife is making him feel good just by barely doing anything.

He grabs her ankles making her legs straight and pulls her a bit off the bed.

"I'm going to stuff you, stuff full of my cum, stuff you full with a baby inside of you," he says, a glimpse of sexual frustration in his eyes.

"Do it then," she teases him now. A smirk on her face and her tongue going to the corner of her mouth, she was such a tease without having to be one.

John flips Y/n onto her stomach, tapping her hips to raise them up, she puts her elbows under her, her ass up and her face rested on the pillow.

She hears John pull his boxers down and she feels the bed shift, his dick tapping on her ass before it slowly pushes inside of her, her head goes up and a breathy moan escapes her lips.

John's motion was very fast but still comfortable. She moans into the pillow and loved this feeling. It was only a few days since Price and his wife's last sex session.

But after she had mention children and they spoke more on the topic last night over the phone, Price was desperate to see his wife stuffed with his child, waddling around the house rubbing her big belly, depending on him, and he is willing to stop everything to help her.

Price was moving quickly, his hands gripping at her ass then her waist. He leans down kissing the back of her neck, but then also kissing between her shoulder blades.

He starts moving at a bit quicker pace, he knows he'll cum at some point and then hearing her moans, breathy, shaky moans, he knows she'll cum soon too.

"Fuck, fuck."

"Y-You feel so good," he moans.

Giving once more thrust and ends up coming inside of Y/n, her head goes back when cum leaks from between her folds.

"Fuck."

"God...can't wait in a month to see your belly so plump." He smirks next to her ear and kissed her temple.

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News articles, TikTok's, Twitter treads, Instagram threads, everything and anything you could think of. It was out that Y/n was pregnant, 3 months pregnant.

3 months in hiding off the internet, and away from the public eye for those 3 months, Y/n was pregnant.

How people knew was on her way to an appointment to go check on the baby, John with her, holding her hand looking at her with such love and care in his eyes, Y/n looking up at him with a smile and a hand on her belly that was being showed off with skin tight dress that made John drool over her.

User3456765676: They look so happy-I'm crying

Firshadow12: How John looks at Y/n is such love

Stressedaqua: I WANT THIS LOVE TO FIND ME, NOW!!!!!

Innocentcopper: I NEED SOMEONE LIKE JOHN

GlenRongs: PLZ SOMEONE LOOK AT ME LIKE THE WAY JOHN LOOKS AT Y/N!!!!!!!

Regionsag: Something about John looking at Y/n like that makes me want a husband now

"John," Y/n got off the couch and walks to him, he was in the kitchen, he stopped what he was doing and looked at her coming up behind him.

"Yes?"

"Look how much they love us," she smiles.

"They love the bump, mama," he placed his big rough hand on her belly. "The people love you and you're not even born, yet," he chuckles.

"Oh hush," she says, she rubs her belly.

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Then before the world knew it, only seeing the most recent post was when Y/n was 4 months pregnant and now the very most recent was a photo of Y/n in the hospital looking to the side of a baby girl resting in a clear, plastic tub.

The next post was then a photo slideshow of Y/n being pregnant and then her being in the hospital holding her baby girl, but no one could see the baby girl's face. There was a pink heart over the baby girls face.

John and Y/n had come out with a plan to never show their daughter on the internet, this would be the only time the world would ever see Y/n's and John's baby girl, they even gave her a fake name.

Her name was Iris Price but to the world her name was Sunday. Mainly because she was born on a Sunday. They want to protect their daughter and that's what they are going to do, rather the world likes it or not, it's not up to the world, they didn't just go through 34 hours of labor for the national treasure to give birth to a rare black diamond.

John sat on the bed holding his 3 day old daughter in his hands doing skin to skin contact while his wife took a nice and hot shower. She needed to relax.

"Mama is in the shower, but you and I get to cuddle and I could have you all to myself while mama is relaxing," he says, kissing the side of Iris's temple.

She wiggles in John's hold, but his hold was firm and he made sure Iris would stay put and not get hurt.

"Shhh, baby," he says.

"Mmmm," she whines.

"John?" Y/n was came out with a towel on her head and one wrapped around her body. He just looks up at her with a soft smile on his lips.

"I'm trying to keep her calm, you need to relax, hon," he says.

"I'll relax when I know, she's eaten," she says, taking Iris from John's grasp and loosened the towel around her chest. John watches but when to go get some clothes for Y/n to wear.

Y/n got her underwear on and a large t-shirt that was actually John's, Iris was placed in the middle of the big master bed, on a pillow between Y/n and John, since Iris came home from the hospital her place has always been between Y/n and John, that is her favorite place and the only place, she recognizes.

Over time, yes, she will have to get use to a crib and being in a room on her own, but not this time, she is still small enough to be between her loving parents.

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Hi :> I really liked your fic "paper hearts" I have an idea for a sequel... So, what would happen if one day the reader and Barrage met up with Jake and the other high school bullies again? I want to see them shit their pants when they see that Calvin is no longer a nerd, but a huge, muscular and attractive military man, who also got married and had children with the reader *maniacal laughter* thanks in advance and I apologize if my English is incorrect. Greetings! 😄

“I’m not a Nerd anymore”

𖤐Pairing: Barrage x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: I got you boo! (In case you haven’t read it yet paper-hearts)

𖤐Warnings: fluff, wholesome, language, children, married couple, more use of Calvin, kissing, teasing,

𖤐Summary: After graduating their high school Y/n and Barrage go back for a reunion running into a few…familiar faces

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Calvin's mission since his marriage with Y/n was to always make her happy, ever since that day in High School, Valentine's day, he's always had this thought to always put his girl first, and today should have been like any other.

"Cal, come on," Y/n calls from the stairs. He looks at himself in the slightly fogged mirror, he just got out of the shower and tonight was the first ever High School reunion.

He did not want to face all those people again, all those people who made fun of him, those people who were on Jake's side, the day where he was beat up for confessing to the girl he loves so deeply, he hated those people, he doesn't want to go, but Y/n...she wants to.

She wants to see her old friends again, she wanted to catch up with everyone, she wanted to go, she just needed her husband to join.

Now, Cal wishes he was stuck doing a mission far from home, and he sends his wishes to his wife, but no...he's stuck.

"Cal?" Y/n comes into the bathroom now, seeing her husband leaning on the counter still with a towel around his waist. "You're not even dressed."

"Baby please, I don't wanna go," he begs again.

"I want to go," she gives Cal those pleading, puppy dog eyes that he can't stand because he always folded.

"But-"

"No, you promised," she reminds him. He did though, he made a promise to her last week, she knew about this high school reunion and he promised that he will go with her, he'll ask his parents to watch the kids while they could go and hang out with their old friends and then the night before and day of, Calvin started to panic and start having those flashbacks back to his high school days.

"I know I did but I can't-"

"Cal for me...please..." He takes a deep breath and then just nods his head, Y/n knows it's hard on him, he had a rough time, she feels bad of course, but Calvin isn't a scared, scrawny, high nerdy boy anymore, he's a fucking buff, scary, tatted Military man, who still geeks out about a new Marvel movie or an new Anime show coming out soon.

As Cal was ready, he goes to Y/n to see if she has any details for him or that she might want to change.

She loosens his black tie, rolled his sleeves to his elbows and told him to carry the blazer just in case.

"Alright, you kids behave," Y/n says, bending down to her children who ran to her to give her one last hug and Calvin thanked his parents once again before leaving.

Calvin's hands were tight around the stirring wheel. Y/n could see his knuckles were white, she slides her hand onto his hand.

"Cal?"

"I'm just nervous."

"It's okay, I'll be there with you, the whole time."

Whole time his butt, the minute you entered the old high school gym that was decorated as if there was a Gala going on. Everyone dressed so nicely and either carried wine glasses, whiskey glasses or thin champagne flutes.

And like High school dances, Cal was off on his own, in the corner away from everyone. He looked at Y/n who seemed to having a good time laughing with some old friends and hugging old football players she use to hang out with.

He stayed in the corner, him and that corner were friends at this point. Then there was an uproar. People walked to the entrance and saw Jake...Cal's enemy and bully.

He was causing an uproar but the thing was...Jake looked awful, Cal could see the plastic in Jake's cheeks, nose, and Botox in his forehead.

"Goddamn he looks awful," a group near Calvin whispers.

"Money might buy you happiness but it can't buy you looks."

"He looks like a Ken doll, and not a hot one."

Cal sips his whiskey as Jake walks through the crowd, Y/n didn't even notice Jake whatsoever, she could care less, which made Cal very happy that she didn't give Jake a glance.

Unlike Jake, who was still eyeing Y/n up as if they were still in high school.

Calvin could feel his blood boil when Jake would eye-fuck Y/n. Calvin then starts marching towards Y/n his arm immediately going around her waist giving Jake the most scariest death glare he's ever given someone.

Jake just scoffs and walks away, guess he didn't know that, this guy was the scrawny little high school nerd, he use to bully.

"Something wrong?" Y/n looks up at her husband.

"Jake," Cal says, he looks down at Y/n giving her soft eyes.

"Oh he's here?" She sounded annoyed and disgusted.

"Oh Cal, how are you? You look-"

"Hot."

"Sexy."

"Different." Y/n's old friends said, jaws dropped, making Y/n giggle knowing her man is hot, and it kind of made Calvin awkward, but he scratches the back of his neck and gives an awkward chuckle.

"Uh thanks," he says with a smile.

Calvin stuck to Y/n's side and then when he finally decided to leave her side, he goes to the drink station, and had asked for a glass of whiskey and some champagne.

"Little nerdy Calvin," Cal knew that voice, he wish he didn't. He turns and sees Jake's plastic face.

"Jake," Calvin says, raising his eyebrows.

"Wow...you look good, Calvin...really good," he chuckles. "Say Y/n, she seems hotter...must be that pregnancy glow."

"My wife isn't pregnant." Calvin says, rolling his eyes, rich and stupid, dangerous combo.

"Wife?! So, she did marry you..."

"Listen Jake, I don't know if you're trying to get under my skin, about my wife and I, but I'm not a nerd anymore. So, if you are over here to make fun of me or shit, I am not interested-"

"Well, why is Y/n still friends with me on Facebook?"

"Maybe she feels pity on you, Jake...I don't care what my wife does because I trust her...she is loyal to me."

"She still likes me, I already know, you are infuriated by me," he chuckles.

"How so, Jake?"

"Because I have more money then you can even imagine."

"That may be true Jake, but I could careless. My wife loves me, I have two kids with her, and I'm not filled with plastic and Botox in my face to where anyone hardly recognizes me." Calvin then pushes past Jake and goes back to his wife.

"Hi." She says.

"Champagne," he says.

"What's wrong?" She knew something was up.

"Nothing." Calvin seemed pissed.

"Jake?"

"Yeah," he says, seeming annoyed with the damn name.

The night was coming to an end and Calvin is helping Y/n into the truck, Y/n was a bit tipsy, and Calvin found it cute that his blazer basically was swallowing her up.

"Cal, can we go home, I miss my kids," she yawns.

"We're going hon, but I'm picking the kids up tomorrow," he tell her.

"Can you fuck me when we get home?"

"Jesus, baby," he chuckles, shutting the door and getting into the drivers side.

"You're so hot, Kelly and Charlotte were right, and so damn sexy too," she smiles, biting her thumbnail.

"Calm down, baby," he says.

"But I want you-"

"Yeah, I know," he says, driving down the road. Y/n rolls on her side who looked at him, one hand on the wheel and the other biting the joint of his finger.

Her hand then goes to his muscular thigh.

"Baby."

"You're so buff...when's the last time we fucked?"

"Y/n."

"Oh first name, serious," she says, taking her hand back.

"No, no, not like that," he grabs her hand again and placed it back on his thigh. "Sorry, I'm just trying to focus." He says.

"So can we?"

"We'll see."

Getting home, like Calvin predicated, Y/n had passed out in the truck and Calvin was carrying her in bridal style till he reaches their shared bedroom, kicking the door shut, he placed Y/n on her side of the bed, taking his blazer back and he removes his tie, and shirt and unbuckled his belt and pants, but he left them on and walked back to the bed.

He helps Y/n up and starts removing her dress.

"You-You're a pervert...m-my husband will beat y-your ass," she mumbles into his shoulder.

"Baby, it's me, I am your husband," he chuckles. "I'm just trying to get you in comfortable clothes," he says. She just mumbles and whines, she just wants to be in her bed.

Calvin then puts a large t-shirt on Y/n, and laid her back on her side of the bed, Calvin then drops the covers on her and he changes into his own pajamas.

He snuggles closer to Y/n, kissing the back of her neck, resting his arm over her waist and the other moving her hair off her neck.

"Good night, love," he says.

"Good night," she mumbles back. "Thank you for coming w-with me," she hiccups.

"No problem," he says, kissing the back of her neck again, and snuggled into the back of her neck.

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Hey so I wanted to request for a ghost x reader, let say she is a new team member top of her field. The only usually thing is that she fights funny, she fights like Bayonetta. If you don't know how Bayonetta is please check her fighting scenes on YouTube.

I really love your writing and hope you can do the request soon. Tag me

Kicking Ass, Taking Names Later

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x Sargent! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: Tbh, had no idea who Bayonetta was but a quick Google and YouTube search later figured it out. And yeah…that is a very…interesting…fighting style and I’ll be getting right on that ( @tired-writers-world )

𖤐Warnings: smut, harsh language, dancing fighting style, kissing/making out, codenames, badly translated French,

𖤐Summary: She's the new Sargent for Task Force 141 and Ghost just can't seem to take his eyes off her, when she is training

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"Alright, she's crazy," Price says, watching his new recruit to Taskforce 141, her name is Y/n L/n and she isn't really new to the Military, she's a Sargent.

She was transferred from the French Military to be here for a mission with the 141 men. She was fortunate to be here, and now when it came to training the boys got to see how quick and cheeky her fighting style is.

She was training with Gaz. Gaz was getting second hand of how good she is. She had him in a headlock, her legs around his neck and she was giving him some teasing words.

"I was told you were good," she says.

"Then l-let me go and I can show you," he grunts. She let's him go and they stood up, Gaz pushes his thumb against his nose thinking it was bleeding. Y/n stood tall, hands behind her back as she waits for Kyle's attacks.

He rushes at her, but Y/n dodges his punch, she moves behind him and kicks his back foot out making him land on his knee.

"Hey!"

"You're not showing me that you're good." She gives him a teasing smile.

"Just hold still then."

"Fine," like Gaz wanted she stays put and he starts to charge at her again, pinning her to the mat and Soap who was standing off to the side ready to mediate when it was necessary watched as Gaz held her wrist and was throwing some playground insults at her, only to feel legs wrap around his neck and yank him backwards off her body.

She cat flips up on her feet and looks at Gaz who held his neck while on his back.

"Sorry for going to hard on you," she says. She puts her hand out for him to take, which he does.

"Yeah? No problem, and no hard feelings," he gives her a smile.

"Y/n!" Price calls for her. She turns and sees the man standing with his arms crossed over his chest, she takes a towel and wipes her forehead.

"Evening Captain," she says with a smile, she then turns to the man standing next to Price. "Who's he?" She asked.

"Oh, right, Sargent this is my Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley."

"Ghost? Oh yeah, Gaz and Soap was telling me about you," she slightly giggles.

"Something funny about my name?" He asked, a bit serious.

"No, but you get dropped on your ass a lot," she was talking about training, Ghost may know what he is doing on the field, but during training he gets his ass handed to him quite often.

Her giggles were the only thing Ghost was really focusing on.

"You speak English pretty well," Simon wanted to change the subject. "For a French woman."

"I learned English in the second grade, and after that, I started to use it more then my native language."

"I don't hear an accent?"

"I hide it very well, when I speak English." She says to him.

"I can't tell if they're flirting or she's trying to get under Ghost's skin," Gaz whispers to Soap.

"Maybe both," Soap whispers back.

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During the mission, Y/n was partnered up with Ghost to go into this bunker, they were on a search and rescue mission while also trying to stop this illegal weapon smuggling, and cartel.

Y/n was in front while Ghost covered her 6.

"Go ahead," she says.

"Hand signals, Sarg."

"You think I use hand signals? Go, Lt," she whispered yelled at him.

"Use them," he grumbles while walking by her. She rolls her eyes and now she was covering him.

The rest of the time it was silent between them. Ghost looks over his shoulder feeling Y/n had pushed up against him.

"You're too close, Sargent."

"I'm trying to look too."

"How are you a Sargent, but take things so unserious?" He asked, annoyed.

"I do take things serious!"

"Back up," he growls under his breath, and she did.

"Will you two stop bickering?" Price says over their earpieces.

"Why'd I get paired up with the French woman?" Ghost says.

"Because she's good," Price reminds Ghost, who looks over his shoulder seeing Y/n have a smirk on her face.

"Because I'm good," she teased Ghost.

"So good she doesn't use hand signals?"

"Shut up, I'm good and you know it," she walks by him and points her gun up and she goes around the corner.

"Hey, you can't just take off," Ghost whispered yelled and chased after her.

"Oh here we go," Soap joins in.

When going through the bunker, Y/n was off on her own looking at a room that looked like was burnt. She picks up a few burned items and picked up a burnt stuffed giraffe. The head was hanging on by a tread, and she felt tears in her eyes.

"What the hell?" Ghost walked.

"I think they were holding children here..." she shows him the stuffed animal.

"Sick bastards."

"Let's move on," she drops the stuffed animal and wanted to leave this room behind, but she doesn't want to forget about it, she used the back of her hand and wiped the tears away from her eyes and Ghost watched as her emotions almost showed.

"Sarg-"

"Let's go," she says again.

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They got to a door that looked like a safe, Ghost had battered the door opened and as they had abruptly entered the room guns and lasers were pointed at the both of them.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" The man in front yells. A small amount of men pointed their weapons at them.

"DROP THEM NOW!" Another yells, Ghost with a grunt tosses his gun to the ground and Y/n does to, both putting their hands up and placing their hands behind their head.

As Y/n kept an eye on the guy in front her hand goes to the handle of her dagger that was held in the back of her vest. She quickly pulls it out and throws it at the front guy.

He holds his bleeding neck and drops to the floor, the men tried to fire at them but Ghost grabbed his pistol and fires at one of the guys. One goes after Y/n.

She lifts her leg and kicks the guy in his stomach sending him to the ground, but he gets back up and tries to go after her feet, she jumps and lands on the guys back, not hard enough to break his back but enough to put him in some sort of pain.

Another goes after her but she swings her foot out tripping him, the one she jumped on, grabbed his dagger from his vest, Y/n grabs his wrist fighting with him, pushing him back taking his hand and twisting it downwards to his stomach.

He was trying his best to avoid the end from going into his stomach, but giving his hand a good push the blade had gone into his kidney.

The other man had something a bit...bigger. A fucking machete, she backed up as the man swung the bigger knife. Her back hit a table and she jumps on it. He tries to slam the blade down, but she had jumped over him.

And grabbed the pistol from the dead mans vest and pulled it out and fired a few shots at the man.

Ghost had some blood on him, but he watched Y/n and how she could handle herself, and her fighting style was weird, he didn't know what she was doing but it was impressive.

"Allez (come on)," she says, he shakes his head and follows her.

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After the mission that turned out to be a success. Ghost had sat across the table from Y/n. She was drinking a beer while speaking with Gaz.

Ghost was still amazed she could fight like that.

"Y/n, where did you learn to fight like that?" Ghost had asked her making her stop her conversation with Gaz and looked at Ghost.

"What do you mean? I've always fought like that."

"I know, but like...did the French Military teach you?"

"Yes and no. They did but I put my own twist on it," she smiles at him. "Pourquoi veux-tu apprendre aussi, Ghost (why are you wanting to learn too, Ghost)."

"I don't understand," he says.

"Why Ghost, do you want to learn?" She rephrases.

"No, not really, I have my own fighting style thank you very much, but...damn...I've never been so impressed with how someone fights like you."

"I fight like a girl."

"A very...very hot girl." He confesses.

"WOAH! GHOST!"

"MATE COME DOWN!"

"Oh?"

"Sorry...I think..." he questioned himself. "It's just impressive, that's all," he says, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

"Aww, someone likes Y/n," Soap teased and Ghost smacked him upside his head. "Ow!"

"Shut up," he mumbles.

"Ghost, even though we didn't seem eye to eye at first, I am flattered...we should work together some other time," she smiles at him.

"Sure," was all he said.

"HEY LOOK CAP'N IS ABOUT TO SING!!" Soap yells as the guys all cheered for Price stepping onto the stage. Ghost had his head down but moved his eyes up to look at Y/n who was smiling at Price singing oh so awful, but it was just funny to watch.

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Husband Barrage x Wife fem reader

How would Barrage react fem reader is hitting on him in public?

Warning: (Flirting, pick-up lines, wholesome, embarrassed, and people laughing)

“No, that’s my wife”

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Barrage x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, wholesome, language, pick-up lines, married couple, flirting, kissing, embarrassing, public laughing, butt smacking, use of Calvin,

𖤐Summary: Y/n is a menace in public mainly when it comes to her husband Barrage

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Calvin and Y/n sat in the car waiting to head inside the grocery store, Calvin moves to Y/n's passenger side and opens her door like a gentleman that he is.

She giggles at Calvin's kind and usual gesture.

"Thanks for getting the door, you know I could have gotten it myself."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm a good husband," he says. Barrage grabbed a cart and Y/n stood next to her husband, her arm linked with his as her hand rested on his knuckles as she looks down at her phone and was reading from her list.

"Okay, so I need some avocados, bananas, apples, kiwis, eggplant-"

"Eggplant, when do you ever cook with eggplant? And when have we EVER eaten eggplant?" Calvin asked.

"Hush, I'm trying something new," she says, smacking his arm. "And it's healthy for you, did you say you wanted to eat healthy more?"

"Yeah, I do, but it's hard when my wife makes me a fat fuck when she bakes her cookies, brownies, and cakes," he says, looking down at her. She looks up at him and rubs her nose on his.

"You're such a sob."

"No, I'm a kiss ass," he corrects her.

When walking around the store and getting everything they need, Y/n remembered she needed something from a different aisle that they passed, so, she went back for it leaving Calvin in the aisle on his own, he leans on the cart and looks down at his phone.

What he did know was Y/n coming up behind him with the small bag of oranges in her hands, as she was behind him, she grabs a handful of his butt, making him jump, almost drop his phone and immediately swatted her hand away, not realizing it was Y/n.

"Jesus Christ, baby," he says, holding his chest like he was about to have a heart attack.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" She says.

"No, strange lady, I have a wife, one who is beautiful, gentle-sometimes, an amazing cook and baker, I am not interested in you," he says, teasing Y/n and rubbed his nose on hers.

"Damn, she must be a nice lady."

"She is...when she isn't being a menace," he says, wrapping his arm around her waist.

They continued to walk through the store and now were in the personal care aisle, Y/n was grabbing some shampoo and conditioner, when Barrage was just in the next aisle grabbing his own hair care products.

On her way over there was a lady in the aisle shopping for her husband or maybe son, but that wouldn't stop Y/n.

She walks behind Barrage and starts her little game.

"Excuse me sir, could I ask you a personal question?"

"Oh where we go," he mumbles before turning to her. "Sure, ma'am go ahead."

"Okay, so, how big is it?"

"What? I'm not understanding?" He says.

"You dick," she bluntly says. The lady's mouth was on the ground as she slowly turns to Y/n and Barrage.

"Excuse me?" She says.

"Oh shit," Calvin mumbles and laughs and Y/n joins in.

"I am so sorry," they both apologized to the lady.

"Is she bothering you?"

"No, she is my wife," Barrage says, placing his arm around her waist and pulls her in.

"So sorry-"

"We like messing with one another."

"I wasn't trying to be nosy but the question just caught me so off guard," the lady laughs as well.

After the awkward interaction.

"I hope you're happy," Y/n giggles. "You probably traumatized the lady."

"No, I was just being goofy, you think one person in the aisle will stop me?" She says.

"Guess not," he says with a serious look on his face but smiles. "Come on, let's go check out."

While leaving Barrage was walking behind Y/n, she was finding the car while Barrage just...stares...stares at her ass moving back and forth.

"Have I ever told you that your ass looks so good in those jeans," he teases.

"And you wanna talk about me?! And yes...every time, that's why I love these, because you compliment my ass every time." She smiles, teasingly swaying her hips making him a puddle of goo.

"You can compliment my ass anytime you like...as long as I grab your ass from now on," she smiles.

"...Fine," he says. "Deal."