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Barbie with a Sassy Boyfriend (E42! Miles Morales x Reader)

warnings: not edited. a few curse words and a small humorous argument will be present in this story. please let me know if there are any mistakes. miles can be a little sassy and dramatic. summary: you had asked miles to watch the barbie movies but through text he told you no. literally sassy miles finally agrees to watch the movies with you

being in a relationship with miles meant cute dates, cute love letters (mostly from you) and all the cute stuff that most couples do. though, there were also arguments like every other couple that were either serious or just plain full of sass. one thing to know, Miles is part of the sassy boyfriend apocalypse.

currently, you were being a victim of his sassy ass arguments at the moment and all because he didn't want to watch a barbie movie with you nor have a barbie movie marathon. here you were standing in the middle of the mall, with your friends waiting on you, aggressively typing on your phone. this boy didn't want to watch those "weird girly ass movies with no plot" according to him.

mami u know i don't want to watch them weird girly movies with no plot.

nah, don't be disrespecting elina and bibble like that! >:(

WHO? ma what is u on about bro? u know i ain't about that

SO NOW I'M BRO??? :o well, congratulations. i'm CRYING. you made me CRY!

baby

no. now is not the time for pet names. outta here with that.

nah i'm calling u a baby i'm insulting u

oh fr? like that? in that case. . . yo forehead big as shit with them braids

don't hate me cuz u ain't me ;) im sexy and i know it ma and it ain't my fault u don't got good taste

you stared at your phone completely dumbfounded. there's no way miles is this sassy. you have confirmed you're a victim of the sassy boyfriend apocalypse.

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻

"nah, my homie bibble ain't do shit. he ain't touch no damn burbuja. como me molesta esa sirena," miles spoke, eyes glued to the screen. somehow miles had agreed to watch mermaidia with you after you called him an uncultured swine.

"just keep watching the movie," you rolled your eyes and chuckled at how entertained he was by the movie.

"aight my bad. sorry you don't like my voice," he joked, causing you to roll your eyes again.

there was a comfortable silence until you spoke up.

"can we dress you up as bibble?"

"don't push it, ma."

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻

author's note: i got the messages idea from this meme. also, this is the first time i write a story with Earth 42 Miles so please let me know if there is anything i can change. if you have any requests then please let me know! thank you <3

#self insert #x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #earth 42 miles x reader #42 miles morales #miles 42 #miles g morales #prowler miles x reader #miles morales x reader #prowler x reader #earth 42 miles x you #miles x you #sassy boy

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You: Babe, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Miles: I will take you fishing and use you as bait :D

You: Aight, Imma head out

Miles: mami, wai- D:

#self insert #x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #miles gonzalo morales #miles x reader #prowler miles #miles morales prowler #earth 42 miles x reader

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Sleepy -> pure Ethan fluff here

Ethan’s best friend likes him more than she’ll admit, and he has a habit of sleeping on her.

Tara caught you the first time it happened.

You were at Ethan and Chad’s dorm, studying for your Econ exam with Tara, when you’d found yourself curled up against Ethan, head in his lap, dozing away from boredom.

“Look how cute.” Tara whispered to Chad, pointing her pen at the two of you. Ethan’s head had fallen back to rest against the wall, his eyes closed as the two of you slept.

The next time was at the Halloween party. This time it was Ethan, exhausted from the alcohol and the noise, that had sat next to you on the couch beside Anika and Mindy. And when his head had moved to lay against your shoulder, his breaths slowing as he found comfort in your presence, you’d had to shush Mindy so she wouldn’t wake him up with her loud gossiping.

Most recently, you’d been found by Chad, curled up together under the covers in Ethan’s bed, his arm slung over your waist as your head burrowed in the space between his neck and shoulder.

No one in your friend group understood why the two of you weren’t together. It made no sense—you were always attached at the hip and, whenever you hung out, you always inevitably seemed to be napping with one another. For Ethan, it was because he was constantly stressed, and with you he could relax, breathing in the scent of your perfume and running tentative hands over your soft skin. For you, it was…

Well, you weren’t entirely sure.

So when you began receiving messages from your friend’s shared group-chat you gave a wary glance to Ethan where he laid curled up in a ball beside you, his head in your lap.

Core Four

Chad: Alright Y/N, spill the tea. What’s going on w you and E?

Chad: That rhymed

Chad: lol

Y/N: nothings going on why?

Tara: surrrre

Tara: *image*

Tara: looks like a whole lot of ‘nothing’

Y/N: stopppp when did you take that??

Chad: what the HELLL 🔥🔥🔥

Y/N: Tara delete that pls

Tara: no I’m making it my lock screen 😏

Chad: I thought I was your lock screen

Mindy: As long as his Ghostface ass stays away from me I don’t care who he naps with. Next subject.

Chad: don’t be boring

Y/N: *left groupchat*

Tara: noooo

You sighed, turning off your phone and chucking it to the end of the bed before running your nails absentmindedly through Ethan’s curls. Truth was, you did like your friend. You just didn’t know how to tell him.

“Y/N.” Ethan grumbled, lifting his head a fraction as he blinked sleepily. “What’s going…on?”

“Hey, Sleepy.” You smiled down at him, then squeaked when he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you under the covers next to him, his head moving to rest on your stomach. “E, what the—”

“Just go to sleep, please.” He grumbled, voice drowsy. “Need your…” he trailed off and your face flushed, but you made yourself comfortable, resting a hand against his head as you relaxed, your eyes slowly closing.

-

“Come on.” Tara was urging, watching as you did your makeup and ignored her. “Just get together all ready I’m sick of this.”

“He’s my friend, Tare.” You argued, raising a brow at her in the vanity mirror. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” She asked, flouncing over. “Because I heard that Chad says he likes you.”

“Chad likes me?” You asked, confused, and Tara rolled her eyes.

“No dumbass. Ethan likes you.”

You blinked at her for a moment before shaking your head.

“I call bullshit.”

“What kind of friends nap together all the time?” She pushed, approaching to crouch on the floor beside you, crossing her arms and resting them on your legs. “I mean—come on. Come on. The boy can’t keep his hands off you.”

“That’s bull—” your phone rang and you both jumped. You reached out but Tara grabbed it first and you yelped, diving for the brunette as she giggled and ran, answering the call.

“Hey Sleepy.” She cooed, reading off Ethan’s contact name. She shot you a wink as your face burned. “What’s—” she paused. Then she looked at you, a curious expression on her face. “Yeah, yeah. She’s here, hold on.” Tara passed you the phone and you snatched it away, heartbeat quickening as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N.” Ethan’s voice met your ear and you tensed. He sounded…sad? Distressed? “Can you come over? Please?”

“Why what happened?” You asked, already standing up. Screw it, you’d take your makeup wipes with you and remove your half-finished look. Tara was watching you, looking a bit worried, as she handed you your purse.

“I don’t know I just…can you just come?”

“Yeah. Yeah, E.” You said, listening to the phone click as you looked to Tara. “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing he—he kind of sounded like…like he was crying or something. All he said was ‘Tara, give me Y/N please.’” She paused. “Is he okay, or—?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry for leaving. Dunkin in the morning?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

So you left, going to Ethan’s dorm as fast as you could. You knew Chad was out with Mindy and Anika, and assumed that that’s why Ethan had called. But why did he sound so…upset?

You used your spare key that Ethan had made you to enter, knocking first, then pushed inside. When you got to Ethan’s room you saw him sitting with his head in his hands, but he soon looked up at you. His expression was pained and you felt a stab of anxiety run through you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, setting your stuff down as you moved to him, sitting down beside your friend.

“I um..” he trailed off, looking at you then away. “this is embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You said, reaching out to rub his back. “Tell me what happened.” Baby. You’d almost called him baby at the end of that sentence. You were insanely glad that you hadn’t.

“I have night terrors.” He said after a weighted pause, his eyes shifting to yours. “I cant sleep sometimes. When I’m alone I—I just…I just toss and turn. Everything freaks me out I don’t like to be alone.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him.

“Night terrors? About what?”

“Well,” his face turned a shade of pink and he looked away. “well I was trying to go to bed and then I saw you and—” he paused, breath hitching, and you felt your chest tighten. “It’s fine. You’re here now, right? You’re fine.” He seemed to be trying to convince himself, his eyes darting across your face like he wasn’t sure this was real, and something in you cracked.

“Is that why you’re always so tired with me?” You asked, frowning. “Because you cant sleep alone?”

“No.” He said, and you stared at him in confusion, but he cut you off before you could speak. “I sleep with you because I feel…safe with you.” He seemed embarrassed again and glanced down at his hands. “I don’t feel comfortable with anyone else. Not like—not like you..” he sighed and blinked up at the ceiling, seeming to fight back a wince. “Im totally weirding you out right now, aren’t I.”

You watched him for a moment, contemplative, before you kicked off your shoes. He could only stare as you moved to the opposite side of his bed and shoved your shorts off, left in a huge t-shirt curtesy of Ethan himself.

“It’s not weird.” You said, slipping under the covers, and smacked the mattress next to you. He still stared, and you rolled your eyes. “Come on, E. Get in the bed.”

A hesitant laugh left him as he did so, climbing in beside you. It was muscle memory, at this point: your head on his chest, his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You felt his soft breaths on your hair as you settled, adjusting into the familiarity of his body as you rested.

“You know I care about you, right?” Ethan asked into the darkness, his thumb brushing soft strokes against your waist. “Like..more than anyone.”

You smiled against him.

“Are you saying you have a crush on me, Sleepy?” You teased, and he startled you by instantly saying, “Yeah”.

You sat up a bit, looking at him, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks had gone red. You brushed his hair away from his forehead and ran your fingers across his cheek, your head tilting.

“Then do something about it.” You whispered, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath you, before he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to yours.

-

Core Four

Chad: Y/N?

Chad: Y/N I know you’re getting these messages. I added you back to the groupchat a week ago.

Y/N: what do you want

Chad: my BOY over here says he’s going to his GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE TO WATCH A MOVIE

Chad: WHICH?? GIRLFRIEND???

Tara: WHAT

Mindy: Ew.

Y/N: he has a girlfriend?

Chad: …

Chad: it’s not you??? he just left the house like an hour ago

Y/N: why would you think it’s me??

Chad: BECAUSE

Tara: nooo my fave ship

Mindy: Thank God.

Y/N: *image*

Y/N: idk what movie he was planning on watching because this man is out like a fuckin light

Tara: AHHHHHHHHHHHJOANASKNKSN

Chad: WHAT THE HEEEEEELLLLLL🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Mindy: I hate you all.

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— matching nails

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

summary: you ask miles if the two of you can paint your nails a matching color. wc: 476

contains: fluff, slightly posessive!miles

word bank: “princesa” - princess

you’re seated sideways in your boyfriend’s lap with your legs hung over his, trying— and failing to convince him to participate in a cute couple’s idea you found on tiktok.

“hell no.” the rejection comes even faster than you’d expected, a glum frown turning the corners of your lips downwards. you pout up at miles disappointedly, who is somehow still unmoved by your used-to-be undefeated persuasion tactic.

“but-“ you start.

“nah, no way princesa.” he interjected firmly, his fingers warm where they rested, curled over the skin of your exposed waist just beneath the hem of your crop top. “trippin’.” his chuckle lacked a single shred of humor.

you huffed, arms crossing and eyes rolling. “it’s just nail polish, miles, it’s not that big of a deal. you don’t wanna match with me?”

“shit, we can match some jordan’s. just lemme know what pair you want.” he snorted, finding your little tantrum adorable.

he obviously wasn’t taking you or your idea seriously, so you simply shrugged your shoulders and sighed dramatically. “fine, i’ll just ask someone else to do it with me then.” you mumbled, moving to stand up as you reached towards the desk for your phone.

“who?” his brow quirked, the vagueness of your statement peaking his interest almost instantly.

“chris.” you stated casually, his hand dragging down your hip as you moved out of reach.

“chris?” he parroted, the sound of the name drawn out in disbelief as it expelled from his mouth. the drastic change in his expression paired with the incredulous tone of his voice was comical, and you had to restrain yourself from laughing at his reaction to the mention of your made-up-guy-friend. “who the hell is chris?” his two braids draped over his shoulders when he sat up, forearms perched on his basketball short-clad thighs as he suspiciously watched you unlock your phone without answering him.

he kissed his teeth and impatiently leaned forward, his pointer finger hooking onto the belt loop of your jean shorts to swiftly yank you back over to him. with a squeal you stumbled back into his lap, your phone snatched from you at the speed of light and tossed over onto your bed a few feet away, your mouth slightly agape and hands still in the shape of what they were previously holding.

“you play too damn much.” his voice was low, brooding as he stared daggers into your eyes. “so who’s your lil’ friend? chris, right? he go to your school? you never mentioned him to me before.” once the questions started coming and his head tilted to the side with that familiar glint in his eye, you knew better than to keep the gag going, even if it was fun to see him squirm.

you shifted in his lap as your legs swung back and forth, an attempt to distract him from the playful smirk that threatened to expose itself on your expression, but he saw it anyway as you quickly shook your head. “no, baby, i was just kidding.”

“aw yeah, that’s what i thought.” he huffed out what was meant to be a laugh, sizing you up with a brief warning glance. you could tell he was thinking it over, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek when he glanced away, and a smile slowly grew on your face as he exhaled a heavy sigh. you always got what you wanted.

“show me the color you want us to do, mama.”

— extra scene

a/n: nah cause just imagine miles leaving with his uncle for a job, and as he goes to slide his mechanical gauntlet on, Aaron catches a glimpse of his nails and is like ??? 😭 imagine getting your ass handed to you by the prowler and bro has hearts painted on his nails

“hold on, lemme see your hand.”

it’s not like he had a choice, seeing as his uncle was already reaching for his wrist. miles wanted to stop him, but he knew it was no use, his hand limp in his uncle’s hold as it was pulled forward and brought closer for inspection.

“the hell you got your nails painted for, man?your girl made you do this or sum?” with an eyebrow raised he studied his nephew’s camouflaged expression, laughter tumbling from his lips when the boy grumbled a quiet ‘chill’, snatched his arm back and let his mask close over his face to hide the subtle tint of embarrassment blossoming on his cheeks.

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Cat or Dog?

I feel like Hobie is a BIG cat person and I'm not saying that because I'm a cat person, it's just that you can't look at him and think "Oh he must like dogs." LIKE NO

Gwen seems like she would like a golden retriever or an orange cat

Miles would probably buy a chihuahua and then be afraid to feed it.

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So um. I simp this man. So expect stories about him because GRRR BARK BARK

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderverse spoilers #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099

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Hello there can i get headcanons for simon ghost with the young reader? Maybe she is 18 19 years old

Sorry for my bad english and keep me poster plase if you White it

Young Reader and Ghost Headcanons

the reader is 19 years old in these headcanons. i apologize for the delay in these! have been busy, but here it is! to any other readers, if you have requested anything, i promise i am getting to those replies! also, no need to apologize for anything! requests are currently still open so ask away! i love writing for you all <3

When Ghost finds out there is a new recruit to his team, he can't help but feel a sickness in his stomach. It all comes down to the age of the recruit. Only 19 years of age.

He tries to keep his distance from you. Not only because you look too innocent for his team but also because he feels like death is near him all the time. Everyone around him is always close to dying and he doesn’t want it to happen to you.

Once he gets to know you more, he realizes that you have been through some tough shit in your life as well. Life hasn’t treated you kindly and you have the scars to prove it.

Ghost is very protective of you now that he’s gotten to know you. He may not be able to stop life from giving you shitty days but he can sure as hell try. He would risk it all for you.

Protecting you from enemies and men and women from the team. Some of the team sometimes try to mock you or make fun of you. Just because you’re younger and they think you’re just a weakling.

You always put them in their place but if you’re not there to defend yourself, Ghost puts them in their place. No one ever wants to piss him off.

For how strong you are and can be, you leave Ghost quite literally speechless.

“I’m so tired of this. I just want to be at peace, Lt. is that too much to ask?” You asked, finally reaching your breaking point and tears filling your eyes.

“For us, it will always be too much to ask for. We go through so much shit everyday and it’s not going to get easier. I will make you a promise, though. I promise you will no longer go through this shit alone. And y/n? Call me Simon.”

You randomly joking with him or saying the dumbest puns and shit. Him just staring at you like you’ve lost all brain cells.

Your nickname is “Shadow”. You are his shadow; protecting him, guiding him, keeping alert for him.

#self insert #x reader #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #headcanons #ghost headcanons

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Hello ! I like your work, can I have a headcanons for Captain Price please ?

Captain John Price Headcanons

ask and you shall receive. i hope you enjoy these as much as i enjoyed writing them. requests are still currently open so if you want to request headcanons or even a small story, please do so! i love writing these!

The day Captain Price met you, something told him you two had a future together. Not being able to take his eyes off of you. His mind now being filled with thoughts of you and only you.

The thought of losing you is painful to him. He knows that losing you would kill a big piece of him. That piece only dying with you.

Price likes to keep his eyes glued on you. He likes to make sure you're in his range of sight, for he knows what can happen if he's not there to protect you.

On missions, he watches you through his sniper's scope. Any enemy gets near you and they are dead within a second.

"You know I had him where I wanted him. I didn't need you to take him out," you huffed through your earpiece.

"You've taken out all of them. I wanted to have just a little fun," he teased. "Besides, I am not letting anyone hurt you, darling."

When you first joined the 141, snipers weren't really your thing. Price made you a beast at it. One of the best snipers he knows.

"Enemy 12 o'clock, tw-..."

"Two notches above the head. He's been laying on the floor, dead, even before you began your sentence, my dear."

Being a good sniper, you were given the nickname 'Eagle Eye' by him and the rest of the team.

This man absolutely loves affection. He loves the gentle caressing of your hands on his cheek. He loves the passionate kisses you two share. The way you play with his beard. The way he plays with your hair

Making love with him starts out slow an passionate. Him loving the way your body reacts to his touch and kisses. Both love and lust growing as he stares at the work of art in front of him. The beauty of your naked body.

He can get quite rough in bed after hearing your sweet moans or his name leave your soft lips. After seeing your body glistening in the moonlight.

This man loves you with everything he's got and he hopes you love him too.

#call of duty #self insert #x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #captain price #captain john price #john price #task force 141 #captain price x reader #captain price headcanons #john price x you #john price x reader #captain price x you

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I really really enjoyed reading your ghost headcannons. The way you wrote it hit the right spot inside my heart ❤️ pls keep up the amazing writing 💕

Hi I’m so glad you enjoyed my head cannons! It makes me so happy to know that there are so many lovely beings out there who love to read my work! ♥️

Thank you for your kind words 🥺❣️♥️

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Y/n: hey Ghost, guess what ?

Ghost: no. Just go away

Y/n: but wait. Just look

Ghost: if I look, will you go away?

Y/n: yeah. I have to find a medic anyways.

Ghost: what is it? *turns to you*

Y/n: *proudly* i got SHOT *points at wound*

Ghost: YOU GOT SH— BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!! *literally carries you and runs to the nearest medic*

#self insert #x reader #call of duty #ghost x you #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare

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Y/n: you can return this. It’s what I was gonna wear on our first date night

Ghost: there’s nothing in here but lipgloss

Y/n: . . .

Ghost: . . . wait

Y/n: *grins* suffer

Ghost: . . Fucking hell

#self insert #x reader #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 fanfic

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Headcanons

This man has been taking over my life so I am going to let him take over yours! >:) I hope you guys enjoy!

This tall tatted man is head over heels for you but will obviously not admit it. For all the shit that he has been through, he sees it best you don’t find out. 

He wants to keep you safe as well so it is best that no one knows what he is feeling. You’re his weakness. You make him vulnerable and you don’t even know it. That is why no one can know in case they want to hurt you. 

Soap has already figured him out. I mean c’mon the way that Ghost keeps his eyes glued to your being when you walk into a room. Or when you are speaking. The way he keeps his eyes on you during a mission. 

Alejandro noticed it as well. So when I say that Soap and him partner up to tease the poor man and make him jealous any chance they get, I mean it. 

When Ghost gets jealous, he goes silent. A little too silent. There’s no doubt he’s murdering whoever is near you with his eyes. It should be him who even gets to be that close to you. 

When on missions, you could say he is your bodyguard. Whether he is always by your side, in front of you, but mostly behind you. He makes sure no one hurts you. Shots fired? He’ll push you behind him or behind any barrier to cover you. 

“You think I can’t defend myself or what?!” 

“Bloody fucking hell, Y/n! I am just trying to protect you!”

“I don’t need you to protect me! I can protect myself!”

Remember Soap trying to make him jealous?? Yeah one day he takes it too far by pretending he’s about to kiss you. Oh boy, the jealous and silent Ghost turns into a beast and shows you who you belong to. He confesses and tells him how seeing you near another man makes his blood boil. 

“El fantasma al fin gano a la chica.” (The ghost finally won the girl!) from Alejandro.

After a night of love-making (and you barely being able to walk) he is much closer to you. Soft touches here and there are given by him. Almost in reassurance that he’s near and that he’s here for you. 

Patience is key when being with him. He is still trying to get accustomed to letting his feelings out for you. 

Special treatment as you’re the only one who can take off his mask and kiss those lips of his. The only one who really gets to see his face. 

Him just staring at you with adoring eyes as your hands reach up to his balaclava and gently take it off. His heart nearly beating out of his chest. He is staring at an angel. His very own angel. And you are crazy as hell if you think anyone will ever harm his divine angel.

#ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty mw2 #simon riley x you #x reader #simon 'ghost' riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley x reader

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Mr. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley , the mask stays on during sex.

Hell, the whole gear at this point 😩

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost x you #self insert

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Promises (Sae-Byeok x Reader)

warnings: mentions of trauma and sadness. there are mentions of death and blood as well. a few curse words will be present in this story so just a heads up. please let me know if I missed any other warnings! key: Y/n = your name. L/n = last name. E/c = eye color. H/l = hair length. H/c = hair color summary: Sae-Byeok and Y/n have been inseparable from the first game. Speaking of their traumas and pain, promises are made. Before the last game, it seems that some promises have to be broken.

There was no doubt that player 027, known as L/n Y/n, had an attraction towards player 067, who was known as Sae-Byeok. Those two made sure they both made it out of each game alive. At times, one of them would come out with the emotional trauma of having to survive. For Sae-Byeok, the game that fucked her up was the fourth game; the Marbles. For Y/n, the game that fucked them up was the second game; Honeycomb.

"I am right here. You don't need to put up a show for me. You are hurting inside and I can see right through you," whispered Y/n as they sat on Sae-Byeok's bed. Slowly grabbing the blanket and pulling it over the woman's shoulders. The players had just finished the fourth game.

"Her name was Ji-Yeong. She let me walk out of that game alive. Told me she had nothing to live for. Told me we were going to have a girl's night out and make Mojitos," she sobbed out, leaning her head into Y/n's chest. Her tears soaking their sweater. "I don't even know what mojitos are."

"Hey. Hey. I know, darling. I know it hurts," Y/n comforted as they rubbed Sae-Byeok's back. Looking at all the surviving players, there was no doubt that everyone was miserable. They all had lost someone special. Or well... almost everyone.

"She wanted to go to Jeju Island with me. She had nobody and so she let me win the stupid game!" she nearly yelled for everyone to hear. "I should've never chosen her! Maybe like that, she would be conversing with us!" "Listen, I may not have known her, but I promise when we get out of here, we will go to that island and have those mojitos in her honor. I promise you," said Y/n as they kissed Sae-Byeok's head and held her closer, if possible. They hated seeing her so sad. "I promise Ji-Yeong and you that we will win the money and do the things she wanted to." The fifth game had just ended and both Sae-Byeok and Y/n had been instructed to change into new outfits the guards had provided them with. Almost like a reward for them winning the second to last game. That game had consisted of players jumping over glass panels to get across a bridge. Only four players didn't fall to their death in that game. Though looks can deceive when you are high off of adrenaline for passing a game. All glass panels that remained shattered and sent glass flying everywhere. Y/n had left the game with a minor injury to her chest.

"I look like a butler and this fucking... wound stings like a bitch!" Y/n yelled at the mirror as they began to clean the blood off of their chest. "I hope Sae-Byeok is okay. I haven't seen her." Unbeknownst to Y/n, Sae-Byeok was in a different bathroom wondering the same thing. Trying hard to stop her abdomen to stop bleeding. A glass shard had torn her skin and now had her leaving a bloody mess in that bathroom. Panting and sweating, she hoped that Y/n wouldn't notice the blood. Grateful that each player who remained was able to change in the privacy of their own bathroom. A lovely dinner was set up for the last four players: Player 027, Player 067, Player 218, and Player 456. The vibe in that room was one of uneasiness and hatred. Though that wasn't what Y/n was worried about. They were more worried about Sae-Byeok barely touching her food. A discomforted look was evident on her face and Y/n knew that there was something bothering her. Was it perhaps how little knowledge they had of the last game? What would happen with the money? Was it Gi-Hun and San-Woo's looks of hatred towards each other from across the table? At that point in time, anything could have been bothersome to Sae-Byeok. In that place it seemed that almost any negative thing was possible. In that hell they both had to experience. No matter the circumstances, Y/n was still determined to keep the promise she kept to Sae-Byeok and Ji-Yeong. It could cost them their life but they were going to make sure Sae-Byeok makes it out alive from this wretched place that reeks of death. No matter what consequences they had to face, Y/n was going to keep Sae-Byeok alive.

After dinner, the last four players sat in the first room they woke up in. The emptiness was unbearable, for only 4 beds remained from the 456 that were once placed there. Only four players from 456 remained and that made shivers run down y/n's spine. The last unrevealed game was now on their mind. The same question they had prior to every other game: what is the new game? One look at Sae-Byeok and of all Y/n's concerns for what the last game could be faded. Sae-Byeok had been dozing off countless of times as if she were tired. It was as if she had been cursed to be put to sleep, concerning Y/n about her well-being. No words or gestures came from Sae-Byeok's mouth or body to let them know that they were doing okay. Player 456, also known as Seong Gi-Hun, began walking towards her, the blade that was given to him present in his hand. Becoming alert, Y/n quickly stood up and ran towards them, hoping he wouldn't try anything. Red flags were present because of the blade and so Y/n held their own against his neck. "Woah woah! I'm not going to hurt her. Just want to help her out. It's weird for her to be dozing off like this and... hey.. Hey!" he exclaimed and reached down to hold her. Y/n wasn't going to lie when they say they felt jealousy course through their veins when Gi-Hun held Sae-Byeok close to him. The jealousy soon faded away when they looked at her shirt. A crimson red stained the white shirt she was wearing, causing Y/n's eyes to widen. A hitched breath escaped her lips in realization that Sae-Byeok had gotten injured with the glass shards from the last game.

"You're bleeding out?! Why didn't you say anything?!" Y/n yelled and placed a hand over the wound. Y/n wasn't usually the type to panic or stress out in these types of situations but it was the girl that they had fallen in love with. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts! I just. . . dammit, don't you dare give up on me, you hear me?!" "Y/n...y-y/n I l-love you. Don't you forget that, okay/ Go to Jeju I-island for Ji-Y-yeong and me. Keep your promise," she spoke with pain evident in her voice. "Shut up! Stop talking right now! Save your strength. Live for me, dammit! Please! Please stay with me. . ." pleading, Y/n's e/c eyes filled with tears. Heart pounding against their chest; the pain finally settling in. Were they going to lose Sae-Byeok?

Gi-Hun's P.O.V. Tears were evident on player 027's face, rolling down their cheeks and onto Sae-Byeok's own face. Knowing they were both in pain, I sprung into action and ran to the big doors that separated us from our freedom, apart from the walls. Since I arrived to this place, no doubt ever crossed my mind about Sae-Byeok being strong. She was strong, yes, but at this moment I could tell her body and mind were weakening with the blood loss. The same went for Y/n. I just don't know their strength or how much heartbreak they can take if they lose their lover.

"Hey! Hey! We need help! She's lost a lot of blood!" yelling in distress was all I could do as my fists began to bang on the metal doors. No way was I going to lose another friend to death. "There's a badly injured girl! Is anybody out there?!" I breathed heavily as the hope of someone being out there to help my dear friend out was dying. Frustration and rage filled my being, causing me to punch those doors even harder. "Get in here you assholes! Someone is dying and I am sure you need her alive for the next game! Someone out there, please, answer me!" I begged and slammed my palms against those steel doors. Sae-Byeok's blood now decorating them a crimson red. My hope was slowly fading that anyone would listen and show up.

No longer pounding on the door, I panted in exhaustion of slamming my hands too hard. All my hope had faded away until the lights flickered on and those damn doors opened. The alarm blaring and for once, it was music to my ears.

"Oh! Hey! Can you please get a doctor?! She has lost a lot of blood!" I held on to one of the guards, nearly falling on my knees to beg them for a doctor. I wanted Sae-Byeok alive. Not for my sanity but for y/n's. "Hurry! Please! She's. . " but there was never a finished sentence from my mouth. I had been pushed to the side as several guards walked into the first room holding a coffin.

'No. . please don't let her be dead,' was my only thought. Quickly facing towards my two beloved friends in disbelief hoping she wasn't dead. Horror took over my very being upon what I was seeing.

San-Woo was standing over Sae-Byeok's bed, holding on to Y/n. Blood running down his face. tainting the white shirt he wore.

Sae-Byeok's P.O.V My heart had stopped. My world had crashed down. My wounds no longer stinging with pain. Adrenaline now filling my veins when I laid eyes upon San-Woo holding onto my lover.

"NO!!!" I yelled out with all the rage that had filled my body. The physical pain now gone as only emotional pain took over. Before my eyes stood my y/n wrapped in the arms of San-Woo. Both of them entangled in a dance of death when his blade pierced right through her heart.

"Let her go!! Let her go now!!" yelled out Gi-Hun, pushing San-Woo away and holding onto Y/n. Jolting from my bed, I pushed him away as well and held my dearest Y/n close. Caressing her face and crying at the cough of blood she let out. "H-hey. . remember what you told me? You told me to stay with you so now you have to stay with me, do you u-understand..?!" I semi-yelled at her, regretting it the next second when her body flinched. "You can't leave me. . not like this. I need to know what it feels like to love you in Heaven. Not in this hell."

"Promises. . .," came their soft voice, whimpering in pain. "S-some promises.. are meant to be.. broken," they spoke, looking straight into my tear-filled eyes. "I was already in Heaven.. just by b-being.. n-near ..y-you...".

"It's okay! It's okay if you break your promise, you just have to stay with me, okay?!" I spoke, staring right into her eyes, only, there was no more life in them. . .

"Y/n? Y/N, NO!!! PLEASE!!!" I shouted and cradled their deceased body close, missing the warmth they had radiated.

My heaven was gone. My promise to a new life...was gone.

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Accidental Confession (Master Chief x Reader)

warnings: implies sexual activity, if i missed any, please let me know! key: Y/n = your name. E/c = eye color. H/l = hair length. H/c = hair color B/n = Best friend's name summary: after accidentally confessing her feelings to the master chief, the reader has been avoiding him. Once he realizes what is going on, he goes to confront her.

"Being a scientist can have its advantages don't you think? And by advantages I mean working with Spartans like Lieutenant Commander Locke," blurted out B/n while leaning her face to the palm of her hand.

All Y/n could do was roll her eyes in response. After shaking her head and laughing at the very true comment, she got up and began sorting out some files. Spartan Locke was pretty good-looking. No doubt in that, but her heart belonged to a different spartan.

"Why are you rolling your eyes?! You can't tell me you don't fine Locke extremely handsome!" b/n stated defensively and giggled at her own words.

"Not Locke. I will not lie," she muttered. "I do love a forest green color."

"Shut. Up! John?! The Master Chief green?!" she exclaimed, nearly jumping off the walls in excitement. All of her attention now being on y/n's flushed face. "Do spill all the juicy details."

B/n could be a very loud person at times. The two women were lucky they were alone in that lab. Well they were up until the one and only Master Chief heard his name being called from outside the doors. Curious on to what the two scientists needed, he began to walk inside the lab. Recognizing Dr. Y/n L/n and Dr. B/n B/l/n' voices, he only listened to the one that gave him a strange feeling in his heart.

"What is there not to love about the hero in green? Have you seen the way he is so protective if his squad, his colleagues, and not to mention his AI? I have stood a few feet away from him and just felt like nothing in this world could ever hurt me. I have stared up into that golden visor of his and watched as he stared back. You know what that did to me? It freezes my whole world. I feel like it is only him and I existing in this very life. You don't know what I would give for his gloved hand to caress my cheek. Have you heard that Spartan's voice?" Y/n asked, spilling every bit of her feelings to her best friend. "That voice sends chills down my very spine for how deep it is. When he calls my name, my heart feels like it burst out of my chest. Perhaps one day he'll call out my name followed by the three words everyone wants to hear from the person they love; in this case, the spartan they love. Other times, I just want to hear his voice in my ear as he is moaning my name out in pleasure. I want him pinning me against the wall and just railing me; making me his. I want his gloved hands to slowly take or even rip my clothes off because I belong to him. I want to belong to him in every way possible," she expressed, looking up from her files to a wide-eyes B/n. "Was that too much? I apologize."

The room was silent for a while until a throat was cleared. Realization hitting Y/n like a train once her mind processed who the throat belonged to. Now knowing why B/n's eyes were so wide, she slowly turned around and came face to face with The Master Chief.

"Good evening, doctors," he spoke with that deep voice that y/n had grown to love. The voice that usually sent shivers down her spine only made her turn pale. The owner of the voice had heard everything she had just said and it was killing her of embarrassment.

That event had happened two weeks ago and Y/n had been doing her best avoiding the Spartan. Though she had to admit it was torture because she would always steal glances from him and see him staring right back. That damn visor staring back at her didn't make this situation any better. What was he even feeling?

Having to work alongside Dr. Halsey made it worse. Her work was mostly focused on Cortana and - you guessed it- Spartan 117. Why wasn't life on her side when trying to avoid that Spartan? She had already embarrassed herself enough and with these little glances, there were no doubts her face would turn scarlet.

"Dr. L/n. I have been looking everywhere for you. Didn't know you would be here," speak of the demon (get it? no? okay).

"Chief Master! Ma'am! S-sir!," Y/n stuttered, getting every single one of her words mixed. Here she thought she couldn't embarrass herself more. "I apologize, Master Chief. I have been working non-stop and it is slowly getting to me." With an exhausted sigh, she rubbed her eyes and looked up into his golden visor; her world stopping and her mind focused on only him.

"She's adorable when she's nervous, don't you think, Chief?" asked Cortana, making sure she wasn't heard by Y/n. She was curious to see what would happen with the Spartan and the Scientist.

Silently agreeing with Cortana, he continued to stare at the scientist in silence. He began to study the woman's features just like he had done so many times back. The way her e/c would blink away the exhaustion to the way her tongue would lick away at her lips. The woman that made him feel something. The woman who made his heart feel like it was going to rip out of his ribcage and chest.

"Chief... your heart rate is elevated. It always happens when you look at... her. Oh, I see what's going on here," Cortana teased through the helmet. She had been taking note on all the times John's heart rate would elevate abnormally. Coming to the conclusion long ago that it was because of the Scientist.

Keeping silent at Cortana's comment, John's eyes remained glued on Y/n's. Her words from two weeks ago playing in his mind. The words being a confirmation that her feelings were the same as him. Being avoided was the worst but understandable. She had confessed all her love for him unintentionally.

Avoiding him was not the way to go in his opinion. No second thought crossed John's mind as he began to walk closer to Y/n.

"M-Master Chief? D-did you need something?" asked a very nervous Y/n, taking a few steps back. "I am s-sorry if you're angry about the confession. I promise I did not know you were standing behind me. If I did know, I would have kept my mouth shut!" she continued to rant all while her back made contact with the wall. The Master Chief now inches away from her body. "Please, say something, Chief!"

Y/n's breathing seemed to come to a stop when a gloved hand reached towards her cheek and gently caressed it.

"Do you know how much you avoiding me affected me, Dr. L/n?" You spoke about all these feelings and didn't let me say anything."

"Chief...".

"I am going to make you mine, Y/n."

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