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My Juan of a Kind – Part Two

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

pairing: juan cortez x reader (background fem!dani x clara)

summary: uhh i’m terrible with these so its based across the opening missions, the guerrillas are looking to return to clara’s island. just lots of fluff with the stinky old man, some badass missions and some slow burn :)

note: howdyy everyone i’m back w my self indulgent juan fic and yes i went overboard here but who’s gonna stop me? i hope everyone is doin well whilst i cut back from writing for a bit to juggle uni and projects i wanna work on. also as prep for some other works i’m trying to work on (1) action scenes, (2) dani and clara as a pairing and their whole dynamic and (3) slow burn/dragging out fics whilst staying to plot-lines so feedback would be amazing, but pls enjoy this unedited chaos

description: gender neutral reader | fluff | 5617 words

“Mornin’ sleepyhead!”

Your face breaks out into a shit-eating grin at the sight of Juan jolting upright from his place on the workbench. His hat no longer covers his eyes as it fumbles to the floor in his confusion as his head lifts from his arms with a very unamused groan. With his eyes squeezed shut as to keep the unwanted sun out, he grumbles indistinguishably under his breath– probably complaining about waking up with a hangover.

“The day’s not getting any younger old man, there’s things to do– places to liberate and soldados to kill! Can’t sleep your way through a revolution.” 

Juan cracks his back, stretching from the uncomfortable position of falling asleep at a workbench. It’s really not bed material, but no matter how many times he complains about it, you still find him passed out with his head in his arms atop of metal more often than not. But you can’t help but feel a certain fondness for his questionable sleeping habits as you recall all the times you’ve thrown a jacket or blanket over his shoulders to let him catch up on some much needed rest. As much as you tease him for sleeping in, you know better than anyone that Juan will avoid sleeping for whiskey any day, so you do what you can to make him comfortable.

You bend down to snatch his hat off the floor, dusting away stray bits of dirt before placing it atop of your own head. He’s more awake now, rubbing his temple no doubt to stem a splitting headache as he watches you lean against the metal table of his makeshift outdoor office.

“Clara wants us outta here as soon as possible, she wants to hit the barricade tomorrow night. We both know, we aren’t getting out of here without that helicopter of yours so she’s asked us to hit the anti-aircraft site– bosses orders,” Your hand holds out a bottle of water for him to drink, a soft smile on your features as you move from your serious guerrilla voice to something more gentle. “What do you say? Are you feeling up to it, mi viejo, or was stealing yesterday’s supply drop all you’ve got?”

Juan flashes a smile, one you know means he’s already agreed to join you but he hides it behind a large gulp of water as he throws his head back. 

“I already have a contact waiting in that area– Raiza can handle it can’t she?” Juan reaches out for his cigar, holding it between his teeth as he pats down his clothes in search of a lighter.

You beat him to it, extending your arm out to light it. Smoke travels up into the air, diluting with the air as Juan takes a deep breath in effort to wake up properly, “nuh uh– common old man you know she’s busy scouting Fort Quito.”

Juan grumbles out something close to an annoyed huff, fingers flicking ash onto the ground. You remove his hat, placing it onto his head affectionately and both of you laugh as it squashes over his nose.

“Why can’t you just go?”

“Because I want you to come with me.”

Sometimes Juan can be a little shocked at your bluntness, often staring blankly at you in disbelief like he is now. Like he can’t process the way you never hesitate to choose to spend your time with him. It makes you smile and your chest feel warm at the gesture, and he’s told you on many of his drunken nights that he can’t understand why you’d want to spend time with a sad, lonely old man with a string of regrets and choices.

If only he could see himself the way you do.

Of course, those discussions of feelings are going to have to wait. At least until you can get off this island.

Juan, like the wicked spymaster he is, tries to bribe his way out with his favourite hamilton watch he acquired from god knows where. 

“Bribery will get you nowhere Señor Cortez–” 

“Please, it’s my way of saying thank you for yesterday,” Underneath his playful tone, you can hear a seriousness in his voice and if that wasn’t evidence enough, his fingers won’t stop fiddling with his cigar.

Clearly, something is still bothering him from last night. Maybe he still feels guilty about the tobacco plant and your injuries, or maybe he’s embarrassed about you coming to find him down in Armonía. Hell, maybe this whole island brings out a slurry of insecurities– you know for yourself Isla Santuario reminds you of Libertad’s hardships and the exhausting nature of la revolución. It’s not at all like Clara’s island on the Archipelago, a place that feels like home when curled up around a campfire or huddled away in Juan’s bunker with quality rum, uranium and good company.

“Keep it.” Your voice is gentle as your hands attach the watch to Juan’s wrist, just below his Matryoshka doll tattoo. The two of you are watching where your thumb rubs slow circles over the ink and many battlefield scars, the scene feeling completely domestic and serene despite all the movement of Clara's camp and chaos beyond the walls.

Eventually, you have to break the peaceful movement despite wanting nothing more than to spend a lazy morning with him. But that doesn’t stop you bending down to kiss his cheek, nor do you miss the way he melts into the stool and leans into you slightly. “Common, I bet there’s a stack of uranium waiting at that aircraft site.”

And boy, you’ve never seen Juan move faster than in that moment.

– 

After a pit-stop to the communal coffee station on your way out of camp, the two of you made your way to Vencejo’s anti-aircraft site. Juan complains about his back as you both find cover in some longer grass, taking the moment of remaining undetected to scan the area. 

Juan watches as you take out your phone, counting the number of assaulters, pistolas and unsurprisingly, heavy gunners surrounding the small military station. Shit. This may be harder than you’d anticipated if the amount of heavy artillery is anything to go by.

“How are we doing this? Stealth it or just guns blazing– guerrilla style.” Your voice is hushed, remaining low as not to alert the unsuspecting soldado standing just a few metres in front of you. 

Your eyebrows raise when Juan holds his hands up to you, one flat to cradle the other which is shaped into a fist. “Rock paper scissors? The winner gets to choose.”

Juan’s shit eating grin has you rolling your eyes affectionately, holstering your pistol as you play best of three. 

It was perhaps some level of luck that you’d emerged victorious, no doubt assuming the spymaster would choose the more chaotic approach of guns blazing which would’ve proven difficult with how heavily guarded the entire island is.

“Stealth it is then. Here take this– you’ll need it.” your hand reaches into your kit, pulling out two newly crafted silencers as you pass one to Juan. He graciously accepts it, taking a second to look over your resolver craftsmanship before screwing it to the end of his rifle. 

“Not bad, cariño.”

“Ah well… I learnt from the best, no?”

Both of you suppress a chuckle as the soldado in front of you picks up on your voices, his hands tightening around his weapon as he wanders closer. Staying low, you crawl your way through the grass before grabbing the soldado with a firm hand over the mouth as you drag him down into the shrubs with you for a silenced kill. You notice how Juan has already made a move towards some of the other soldados who hit the ground one after the other. 

Together, the two of you work your way up from the lower entrance of the Military bunker up to the anti-aircraft cannon. Each of you swaps between an array of silenced weapons from your silenced handgun, to your machete and even a bow you usually reserve for the odd hunting trip around Yara. 

It’s not long before your guard drops, emerging from the cover of sandbags as the coast rings clear. Juan is already rummaging through FND maps and documents, seeing if there’s any valuable intel in the tents and you can’t help but laugh when he comes up short with nothing but a bunch of pin ups, propaganda and fishing flyers.

Your laugh dies immediately however when a flash of red and white pops up in your vision. A weakened soldado standing on wobbly legs behind Juan, who hasn’t seemed to notice the weapon currently being pointed at him. 

Quick to act, you draw your own and bring him down efficiently as a confused Juan wonders why a bullet is flying past him.

“You’ve gotta secure your areas better old man, maybe you need glasses if your eyesight is going.”

“Hey! I’m not that old – besides I have better eyesight than you do.”

“Mhmm… whatever makes you sleep at night dear.”

The nickname has you both feeling flustered, a blush crawling up your neck as you try to move on from what you’ve just called him. Clearly he doesn’t seem to mind if his smile is anything to go by but the adrenaline wearing off has you feeling more embarrassed than usual. 

Juan seems to forget it instantly at the sight of a container of depleted uranium over by an intel station. He picks the giant thing up with a huge smile on his face, like a child that’s just gotten what they wanted for their quinceañera as he practically hugs the emotional support uranium to his chest.

“I can’t fucking wait to add another sexy supremo to my collection!” His smile doesn’t leave as he dances awkwardly over to his car and loads it into the trunk. Strange… I don’t remember him parking it this close when we arrived. But you don’t get to think about it as he turns his attention to you, excitement written all over him. “Now, I hear you ask– Juan what supremo will you make this time? And to that I say a guerrilla has to be a sponge for inspiration and cannot be tied down with what they should or shouldn’t make.”

Juan closes the trunk of his 1956 Beaumont Valentina, leaning against it as he idly pulls out his second cigar of the day along with your lighter he seems to have claimed as his own now.

“Are we thinking medico or fantasma? Don’t forget you still have the designs for furioso.” Juan’s nose seems to scrunch up at that as he stares down at his unlit cigar.

“Eh, I think I’m going to add an extra canister for explosives before I make that one.” You hum in agreement, taking a spot beside him as he places the cigar between his teeth to use his hands. Juan pulls out a stick of dynamite as his head tilts up in a gesture towards the anti-aircraft cannon, “care to do the honours, cariño?”

You can’t help but smile fondly, letting him light his cigar before the fuse of the dynamite. There was nothing like béisbol practice as a child to help prepare you for hurling a stick of dynamite, the way you run three steps forward and roll your shoulders as the stick goes flying and an explosion of metal and fire goes flying.

Juan looks thoroughly impressed as he tosses the keys at you, both of you walking towards the front seats of the car as the fire starts spreading to the grass of the surrounding area and FND tents.

“You’re driving us back– there’s no way I could possibly drive with these old man eyes, remember?”

The ride back to Clara’s base is peaceful, the tunes from the radio mostly undisturbed from gunfire or chases from the FND as you steer clear of main roads and take the dirt tracks. Juan stretches out, legs extending like he’s a king being chauffeured around, which he is right now, whilst your fingers tap along the steering wheel. 

Clara asked for the two of you to meet her at the heart of her camp around dusk, and considering how it’s only just gone midday then it’s perfect timing for the two of you to head to the more secluded area of camp and work on repairing his helicopter.

With soft melodies of Pedro Torrero blasting from Juan’s rickety old stereo, the two of you get to fixing his chopper. It’s mostly minor damage, with most of it occurring on the outer shell rather than any internal damage when it was grounded almost a month ago upon becoming stranded on the island.

Juan is propped on a makeshift stool, blowtorch in one hand and bottle of rum in the other.Well there goes the last of the health and safety protocols– if they even existed to begin with. His other hand holds a shard of fibreglass to protect his eyes in a poor attempt to mimic a welding helmet as he begins mending the tail rotor, humming under his breath with his shoulders relaxed.

You seize the opportunity to make a start on the engine, using a skateboard to roll underneath the vehicle as you begin taking apart hatches and oil gaskets. The cool afternoon breeze blowing under the helicopter keeps you cool and relaxed as you tinker with tiny parts, occasionally rolling back enough for Juan to drop tools and updated components into your hands.

The two of you work in a peaceful silence as the hours pass by, both of you enjoying such a quiet moment from a very stressful month stranded on Isla Santuario. It reminds you of your home on libertad Island, and the way both of you would spend hours huddled in his dark bunker creating supremos and scheming up plans to fuck with the FND. You could spend hours in there with him, time completely forgotten until late into the night where the two of you pop down to Clara’s camp in search of food or a top up of the rum stash.

Juan’s voice cuts through the melody of the radio, bringing you back to reality as you roll out from under the helicopter with the heel of your shoe. You lift your face shield to rest atop of your head, obscuring your hair as Juan offers a hand to help you up.

“Clara’s expecting us soon,” Juan wipes his hands on a rag, removing most of the grime and oil before wandering over to the workbench now harbouring his beloved sniper. “Here– when we hit the barricade later, I want you to use it.” 

He passes it to you, checking it's reloaded and fully upgraded before placing it in your hands. It’s not often Juan lets you borrow his signature weapon, usually choosing to let it sit and collect dust in its leather case unless he’s using it. Of course, you can’t drive a helicopter and snipe FND simultaneously, but leave it to Juan Cortez to try it.

“Are you sure?” 

He nods without hesitation.

“I promise I'll bring it back in one piece.” You give Juan a gentle smile, one that he returns, however it doesn’t reach his eyes and a sincere, solemn look washes over him for the second time today.

“Fuck the rifle– just promise me you won’t get into too much trouble down there… I can’t get you if I’m stuck in the skies,” You go to cut him off, to assure that he has nothing to worry about but Juan gets a word in before you can.

“We’ve got big plans after we get off this stinkin’ island– that depleted uranium isn’t going to build supremos on its own and the plan doesn’t involve you dying anytime soon.” His voice has the signature gravel to it, no doubt from years of yelling, drinking, smoking and god knows what else but it has a strain to it. A certain emotional edge to it, like he’s stressed and it’s only accentuated by his eyes are trained to his sniper instead of you.

“Look I’m not good with this thank you shit– and if it was anyone else I wouldn’t bother but fuck, you’re the only one that can pull me from the bottle and I keep worrying about what could happen– ah fuck it you know what I’m trying to say.”

“¿Por qué estás preocupado, mi viejo? está bien, lo prometo.” Your arms put the rifle back onto the workbench before wrapping your arms around him for a warm hug. It’s a little awkward at first, with neither of you ever really making such a direct approach beyond flirting and the unspoken cuddling which has quickly become a ‘no zone’ for talking about. 

All the awkwardness ends when Juan exhales the breath he was holding and melts into your hold. Your head is smushed into his shoulder, both your arms wrapped loosely around him as you try to ease his worry with physical touch rather than words. Clearly it's working.

You can’t help but smile into his shirt when he makes no attempt to move despite the rustle of people gathering for Clara's meeting. In fact, as you pull away you can’t help but notice how Juan moves with you– until you’re both flush together, noses nearly bumping.

“If you think I’m dying any time soon, you’ve got it all wrong old man– as if I’d leave all the fun for you. Besides, I still have that bet with Juilo that i’ll take out more FND than you.” Your smirk mimics Juan’s own as you snatch up his rifle and some spare ammo, along with any extra gear you might need as the two of you wander down into the barracks of Clara’s camp.

–

Together, you and Juan wander into the open campsite just as Benito begins flaring up at the thought of attacking the barricade and finally, fucking finally, escaping this island. 

“You want us to take down Antón's ships? We’re goddamn fishermen!”

“Then leave us to die again, my friend.”

Juan takes a comfortable seat away from the group, choosing instead to watch as Dani, Julio and Benito all watch in awe as Clara lights a blue flare, throwing it into the middle of last night’s campfire. You remain by Juan, choosing to clean your weapon and listen from afar. 

You’ve made it clear which side you’re on, that you’re willing to fight and die beside Clara as an equal on the battlefield in this fucked up civil war. Ever since she rescued you and took you in, your loyalty has always remained with Libertad. If Clara says you’re attacking Antón’s ships, then you’re with her every step of the way.

Both you and Juan watch as she passes a flare to Dani, who throws one in beside her own. A huff of blue goes into the air, until a steady stream of smoke rises above the canopy– if Castillo’s soldier’s didn’t know where the hideout was before, they certainly do now.

“What’s the plan Jefa? For Antón to see us from the fucking capital?” Juan’s fingers roll the cigar in his tell tale sign of internal panicking. 

“Getting cold feet old man?” Your elbow bumps against his own, using a tease to lighten the situation but you know without him having to say it that he appreciates the small gesture of affection.

“Yes.” Clara’s voice chimes in, full of authority like the leader of Libertad that she is. “You’ve got twenty minutes before Antón’s forces come. So you better start running.”  

You watch as Clara tests the will of her people– of the Yarans just trying to fight for the right for a peaceful life. Nobody moves as she demands they flee, to run off and hide like fighting together as a family isn’t the last thing we have.

She picks up a flare, holding it out as she strides over to the two of you, “Rules of the guerrilla! Juan Cortez. A revolution is not won by the fearless…” 

Juan looks over to you, the two of you sharing a nod as you both stand to join the circle.

“It is won by the feared.” You both say in unison as Clara places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing in an acknowledgment of your friendship and unwavering loyalty as you toss your own flare in with the heap.

“What does Antón Castillo fear? Free elections. Free expression. Free outcasts. A Yara free of Castillos.” She circles around to stand beside Dani, her stance wide and commanding as she gives her speech, “But he will fear nothing unless you’re willing to die for your freedom today– not when we have more believers or more guns. But today.”

There’s a splitting moment, time slowing as she removes herself from the anger of the revolution. Into the friend, the family, the person that you’ve come to know as just Clara. The wavering fear in her voice which makes her so human is evident, and it’s those times where she shows her emotions do you realise why you’re fighting for her– is because you’re fighting with her. Clara has always seen herself as equal to everyone around her, no less afraid but doing what she can to give the people she loves a better Yara.

“I am not fearless…I am scared as hell. But I promise you one thing, I will be feared.”

You watch beside Juan as everyone takes their turn, throwing in their own flare with an emphatic ‘¡Viva Libertad!’, all of the people you consider family united under Clara’s rally.

Eventually everyone disperses to gear up and restock their ammunition for the last time before heading home, leaving behind you, Juan and Dani who despite being the newest recruit has done more than her fair share for Libertad. 

“Does she know what she’s doing?” Dani sounds hesitant, and rightly so with how new she is to the crew but you catch the glint in her eyes, the admiration and lovestruck awe she has for Clara.

“Who cares Dani,” Juan makes a point of flicking his cigar into the blue flames of the flare, “She knows what we need.”

You holster your weapon, before gesturing to Dani to follow you towards one of the exits. “Common you’re with me– we’re hitting 'em from the ground.” Your attention falls to Juan, giving a salute as you walk backwards and over to some of the horses.

Juan waves back at you, walking back up the hill to where the helicopter is parked but not before he bids you farewell.

“See you from the skies, cariño!”

– 

Sitting at the lighthouse waiting for orders is your least favourite moment of all your missions with Libertad. During the heat of the moment between fighting for life and death, it’s easy to lose your thoughts and focus on the tasks at hand– whether that’s liberating outposts, stealing intel or securing resources.

But the anticipation kills you.

The silence of waiting for the radio static has you feeling jittery, your fingers running over the panels of your armour and the magazines of your weapons, double checking every little detail. Maybe that’s your nervous tick but it doesn’t help calm you, not as your feet sway over the edge of the lookout with your arms and legs wrapped securely around the railings.

Having the company of Dani certainly helps.

“So how long have you and Juan been together?”

Okay scratch that, if Dani’s company is going to have you talk about feelings not even you understand fully then you’re ready to redact that statement. You choke on nothing for a moment, coughing and spluttering awkwardly as heat swells in your face. It's only a small blessing that the cover of darkness makes it harder to notice. 

“Woah slow down Rojas– it’s not like that… it’s complicated.” Your hand rubs at the back of your neck, trying to find something to do other than reload your handgun for the millionth time. 

“Oh, sorry– I assumed cause I saw you hug earlier when you both got back,” Now it's her turn to feel a little awkward over the situation, “Guess I shouldn’t have assumed anything” 

Your soft chuckle lets her know you’re certainly not mad about the situation, her face watching yours closely as your eyes wander up to the sky, watching as the night breaks with the flash of the lighthouse. 

“Don’t stress about assuming anything– you’re right to extend but…” Your voice dies in your throat. 

“It’s complicated.” Dani finishes for you.

“Yeah,” You’ve never really stopped to think about the feelings that go on between the two of you. All you know is you’re not very good at talking about it unless one of you is insanely drunk, that being Juan, or the other gets injured, that being you.

It doesn’t help that every time you do try to talk about it, you’re either stranded on an island or the FND are chasing your ass. But you’ve learnt Yara isn’t the most ideal place for romance, all things considered.

When the radio crackles to life, both of you perk up as Clara does a check in with everyone over the comms. Thank the Oluwas for that blessing.

“You two in position at the lighthouse for our assault element?”

“Sí Jefa, our positions are good– we’ll wingsuit over in no time.”

“Muy bien,” Clara does her rounds, checking in with Julio, Benito and Raiza before calling on the infamous spymaster, “Juan, you copy?”

“Buckle up guerrilla’s! Air Juan is in the skies and my bullets are hungry.” At the sound of Juan’s ridiculous overexcitement, you can’t help but chuckle fondly. Luckily, the radio is off.

Dani looks at you with a smirk, like she’s got you all figured out. “Complicated huh? Sounds pretty clear to me what kind of a crush you’ve got going on.” 

You roll your eyes lightheartedly, standing up on the lighthouse as you prepare to wingsuit your way over.

“Yeah, yeah– I'll own up to mine when you own up to your little crush on Clara,” Your smile only grows as Dani looks absolutely flustered in that moment, “now let's get these ships out of the way, yeah? I’ll take the farthest one but signal if you need back up.”

“Got it.”

– 

Wingsuiting down is the easy part, but swimming with a supremo on your back and a mountain of gear has a whole mountain of challenges. You have to haul your body up the side of the ship's hull, using much needed strength to climb the ladder thanks to the weight of the water dragging you down.

“Ugh, they never tell you how heavy this shit feels.” Reaching the top of the ladder, your arms flap about to shake off excess water before quickly ducking for cover as a soldado roams the platform above you.

With your silencer attached, you crawl through the lower decks on your stomach, keeping yourself low to the ground as you take out unsuspecting soldados. Slowly, you make your way to the lookout, disarming an alarm along the way.

You’re quick to take out a special forces sniper, taking his place as you settle on the roof of the ship and look through the scope of your own rifle. Holding your breath to steady your aim, you swiftly take out a RPG who collapses on the floor with the thud.

The next few seconds are a blur after that.

Sirens ring throughout both ships and the soldados begin to swarm in large numbers. The fucking security camera. In an effort to take out as many soldiers as you could, you had completely missed the way the security camera scanned along the upper deck– only realising too late that the body had signalled the alarm almost immediately.

A soldado opens fire onto the roof you’re stationed on, and you quickly roll over, jumping down and out of sight in the opposite direction. As you land, a low groan leaves you as your knees take the brunt of the landing that’s going to bruise for days no doubt.

Gunfire is heard from all over as backup reserves start emerging from the lower decks. You’re unable to tell which direction they’re coming from as the slurry of heavy boots, yelling and bullets reverbs off the ship's hull– completely disorienting you.

It certainly doesn't help that Dani, Clara and Juan are all simultaneously ranting in your ear.

“Fuck–fuck–fuck!”

“Dani? What the hell is going on down there?”

“Cariño? Are you alive– coño!”

Both ships are in chaos as Dani tries to deal with her own onslaught of soldados. But you keep a level head, trying to methodically work through each soldado as you have near misses with bullets, grenades and an array of other explosives with your head low and weapon raised high.

You take the opportunity of an engineer reloading his weapon to make a run for the mast of the boat, hoping the high ground will give you the advantage again. The better view means you can hit your headshots better and not have to rely on armour piercing ammo to break bullet proof vests which you’re very close to running out of.

Juan’s helicopter comes flying over the horizon and into view, swivelling around in a flurry of arson as he takes out a bunch of heavily armed special forces from behind you. I’d totally missed those.

With the added back up, Juan and Raiza helped you as Julio and Benito stepped up for Dani– the odds were turned in your favour and it was easy to take out the remaining soldados from there. Just a few more hours and you’ll be home.

That was all the push you needed to finish off the last of stragglers, a deep feeling of relief washing over you as gunfire ceased and only big clouds of black smoke remained from both ships.

Everyone regrouped on your ship, giving each other congratulations and support as you waited for Clara to come and join you all. Dani had come to join you by your side, both of you waving and cheering as the boss’ boat got closer.

“I’d say that wasn’t half bad– we’re all alive aren’t we?” Your overly optimistic voice chimes in. 

Both you and Dani pat each other on the back, a feeling of friendship like you might be fighting beside her as allies for a long time to come.

Clara’s boat pulls up beside Antón’s, the size of it completely swallowed up by the sheer might of the naval ships. You watch from the top of the ladder as Dani slides down and climbs in. Clara gives you a knowing nod, but the newest recruit spins around in confusion after you don’t follow her down.

“You’re not coming with us?” Her voice sounds puzzled, like she might have misread your position in Libertad’s ranks but it all seems to click when a rope drops down beside you.

“I’m hitching a ride with this one,” your arm loops around the rope, getting a good grip to be able to grapple up to the helicopter waiting for you, “see you two back at camp!”

Giving your biggest wave you can muster with one arm, grappling over shark infested water from a helicopter as all the boats align north and everyone begins to head in the direction of home. And finally, you’re able to plop down into the chopper's seat.

Stealing his sunglasses from his breast pocket, you throw your head back and recline into the chair with your arms stretched out behind you.

“Ready to get the fuck out of here?”

“You know it, old man– don’t gotta ask me twice.”

– 

Getting two feet down on the helipad of Clara’s island feels like a weight being lifted off your shoulders, and it only grows as you finally get to walk into Juan’s office and dump your bags down onto the metal benches. The adrenaline of attacking the barricade has worn off, an exhaustion setting in that makes you want to curl up and sleep like the dead for a week.

“Home sweet home.”

But that can’t happen with the layer of armour on, nor can it happen with the supremo hanging on your shoulders. Neither of you mention how you steal one of Juan’s shirts to change into, or how half of your things practically belong in his bunker alongside his now.

When you return to the main area, now thoroughly comfortable, you find Juan already hunched over the workbench– a sight which currently offends you at this moment. 

“Oh no–no–no. Sleep first, resolver second.” Your hands drag him away from the tool-station with an arm looped around his side. Juan doesn’t argue with you as you pull him up to his ‘loft’ bedroom. If you can call scaffolding and worn down couches a bedroom. Not that you’ve minded, in fact you’ve grown rather fond of his strange living quarters.

You hit the couch with a soft thud, fluffing one of the pillows against the armrest to get comfortable as Juan grabs a light blanket and crawls in beside you. His arms wrap around you and soon your head is tucked onto his chest as you finally relax properly.

Both of you zone out to the sounds of your breathing, your eyes closing as you aimlessly trace the lines of his tattoos along his chest and collarbones. Eventually, Juan’s hand joins yours atop of his chest, looping your fingers together as you both drift off to a cosy, comfortable sleep.

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˗ˏˋ⭒ things that make their heart flutter ⭒´ˎ˗

genre ? fluff reactions/headcanons , cw ? mentions of insecurities

bf!riize x gn!reader

⋆ note: first post! check pinned :3 might do little drabbles on some of these

将太郎⭒SHOTARO

[initiating hugs]

☆ shotaro’s love language is definitely physical touch

☆ so when you hug him from behind to surprise him

☆ or pull him into your arms in bed

☆ or bury your face in his chest as you squeeze him

☆ he feels like his life is complete

☆ adores when you run and jump into his arms after a long day

☆ just the feeling of being in your hold is enough for him

☆ he always makes sure to hug you back 10x tighter too

☆ (and no, he is never letting you go now)

은석⭒EUNSEOK

[dressing up for him]

☆ he thinks you always look pretty, no matter what you wear

☆ but when you dress up really nicely for dates, or to show off some new clothes you bought

☆ oh my god he loves it

☆ makes sure to compliment you every 3 seconds

☆ “you look beautiful”

☆ “that sweater looks so nice on you”

☆ fixes your jacket for you, smooths out your skirt

☆ silently admiring you the entire time

☆ you are his angel and he can’t believe he was lucky enough to be chosen by you

성찬⭒SUNGCHAN

[public skinship]

☆ sungchan loves to make sure everyone knows that he is yours and you are his

☆ like Yes you are taken and Yes he will bark at anyone who dares to think otherwise

☆ he always has a hand on your back, an arm wrapped around your waist or over your shoulders, etc

☆ but when you do it to him? he literally does a happy dance on the inside

☆ when you grab his hand and lace your fingers together

☆ or link your arm with his

☆ or hug his middle while waiting in line

☆ you are his Baby okay

☆ he thinks its so cute when you show him off to others

☆ it always puts the biggest smile on his face

원빈⭒WONBIN

[praise/compliments]

☆ you always have a knack for telling when wonbin gets in his head

☆ when his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, or when he’s even quieter than usual

☆ so you make sure to shower him in compliments and praise whenever you can

☆ telling him how hard he’s working and how good he is at what he does

☆ commenting on how pretty his eyes are, or how you like his new shirt

☆ you can see the stress leave his body when you praise him

☆ sometimes your reassurance is all he needs

☆ especially when he’s feeling insecure, he immediately searches for comfort in you

☆ because you always know just what to say

승한⭒SEUNGHAN

[random kisses]

☆ there’s nothing seunghan loves more than when you kiss him

☆ he’ll just be scrolling on his phone and you stop to kiss him on the forehead before going about your day

☆ or you could be in the middle of a conversation and then you randomly peck him on the lips

☆ it makes him smile so hard

☆ he could be having the worst day ever, but at least he knows he’ll be able to get a kiss from you later

☆ please cup his face kiss his cheeks when you see him

☆ if you kiss his neck while cuddling, he’ll literally melt in your arms

소희⭒SOHEE

[whispering in his ear]

☆ cuddles with sohee is a mandatory step in your nighttime routine

☆ and the atmosphere is always so soft and peaceful

☆ you always whisper an “i love you” into his ear

☆ or if you’re quietly talking about your day in your soft sleepy voice

☆ and he kind of dies inside everytime

☆ like his heart actually stops in his chest

☆ your voice is so beautiful to him, and when you whisper??? even better

☆ you make him feel so safe and he loves how vulnerable you can be around him

찬영⭒ANTON

[playing with his hair]

☆ it’s a subconscious habit you have, to mess with his hair, or twirl strands around your fingers

☆ and he falls for you all over again every time you do it

☆ when his hair falls into his eyes in the middle of a conversation and you reach up to brush his fringe to aside

☆ and if you make eye contact at the same time? 

☆ anton.exe has stopped working

☆ he stutters in the middle of his sentence

☆ you always make him so nervous

☆ you can see him trying not to smile when you begin to play with his hair if his head is in your lap

☆ he's so soft for you, it's crazy

MASTERLIST

reblogs + feedback are greatly appreciated!

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[anton-luvr]

can you write riize's reaction to you hugging them randomly? ty ilysm 🥺

# WHEN YOU HUG THEM RANDOMLY ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; here u go anon! thank u for requesting and ilyt <3

# SHOTARO. - he's always smiling, but when he suddenly feels the warmth of your body against his back and your arms around his waist while he's washing the dishes, he smiles impossibly harder. giggles and has to gently pry you off of him because he doesn't want the soapy dishwater to get on you, promising that he's all yours to hug once he's done.

# EUNSEOK. - he was minding his own business reading the newest novel he bought when you suddenly jumped into bed with him and hugged him tightly. he chuckles in confusion as he asks what you're up to this time, because you're always up to something. even though he doesn't believe your "nothing!", he hugs you back anyways <3

# SUNGCHAN. - he's busy folding the laundry when you wrap your arms around him, and he drops the sweater he was folding immediately. will literally jump up from his seat, holler a "YES! CUDDLE TIME!" before carrying you bridal style into the bedroom where he'll smother you in cuddles and kisses.

# WONBIN. - he plays it cool when you suddenly hug him while he's watching tv, but the warmth of your body on his makes his cheeks burn while his heart races a mile a minute. it gets so loud that you have to sit back up and ask him if he's okay, his cherry red cheeks and the flustered smile he offers you already giving you an answer.

# SEUNGHAN. - he immediately has his arms around you too when you wrap yours around him, giggling as he peppered soft kisses all across your face. he hugs you tightly, making sure you can't escape, and you have no choice but to stay in his arms for the next hour, the both of you giggling like silly lovesick highschool students in bed.

# SOHEE. - he sees this as a golden opportunity, and he has to take it. he'll dodge your hug and move away, bursting out in laughter when he sees your surprised frown. "i was just joking, come back!" he clarifies later on, chasing after you to return the hug you wanted to give him. once he does so and kisses you sweetly on the cheek, all your grumpiness fades.

# ANTON. - he gets so shy!!! it's like you flipped a switch when you hugged him because his face is now bright red. gets even more shy when you tease him for it, hiding his face in his hands. but once you get up to move away, he's quick to protest with a "no, don't go!" and asks you to continue to hug him. even though he becomes the color of a fire hydrant when you do so, you kiss him on the cheeks and call him your cute boy anyways <3

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[chiiyuuvv]

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BY THEIR NAME

• PAIRING — bf!riize x gn!reader

• GENRE — worried riize, seunghan is suggestive

• WORD COUNT — 482

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — request on wattpad

• TAGLIST — @moonlightdarlings , @cake1box

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SHOTARO ☆

After sticking your tongue at you, shotaro decided that he had no choice but to tickle you

Has you on the floor, kicking your feet with a massive smile on his face

"T-taro.. SHOTARO" stops immediately

"Is everything alright? Was i going to far?"

You sticked your tongue at him again, so he just continued ♡

EUNSEOK ☆

You were having a bad day, so eunseok decided to buy you a plushie

"Eunseok!!" You would gasp as he turns around your chair, engulfing him in a big hug

"Do you like it?" He would whisper in your ear, his voice calm and deep as he rubbed circles on your back

Doesnt mind if you call him by his actual name, thats just your way of saying you really like it

And spoils you for the rest of the night ♡

SUNGCHAN ☆

Sungchans doing his regular 'ol teasing about how short you are

Its gotten to the point where you just ignore him, until he starts poking your shoulder

"hey short-" "sungchan. Im trying to watch my show."

"Oh.." thinks hes went to far, and starts pouting beside you

But you pull him into a hug, letting him know that youre just really anxious for when sofie was going to slap chad in the face ♡

WONBIN ☆

"Do you like it?" His arms were wrapped around your waist, his head on your shoulder as he puts a necklace on you

You gasp. "Wonbin.." and he lifts himself up

"W-was it bad?? I could get you a new one o-or"

You'd have to stop him. "I love it."

"Oh." He'd say with a shy smile, looking down and wrapping you in a hug ♡

SEUNGHAN ☆

You guys were having your "loving" time

Seunghan holding you down on his lap as he starts to attack your neck with purplish bites

"Mm.. seunghan." He immediately stops, looking up at you with worried eyes

"Did i do something wrong? Did you not like it?" "Babe what are you talking about?" "You only call me hannie!!"

Then you'd have to explain that you like it, you really like it. "Oh." Then he continues ♡

SOHEE ☆

Sohee wouldnt wake up

"Hehe.. soso.. are you dead or something?"

You said his name, and he immediately shot up

"W-what happened? Am i late? Am i dreaming??"

You said his name again, shutting him up before cuddling with him ♡

ANTON ☆

You were in the bathroom when you shouted his name

Runs to you all worried and shocked because you never call him anton. Its usually babe or baby or ton or ant

"Baby are you okay?! Do you need pads or something?!" He figured you were on your period

"Do you think i could pass off as a dude?" You open the door revealing the makeup you used to show you mustache and beard

Takes a second to process before bursting out laughing "here, lemme help you." ♡

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[nichoswag]

im currently in desperate need of soft gut wrenching anton fluff like to the point i may sob i can barely find anything on tumblr for riize it makes me wanna cry!!!!

tummy . anton lee

pairing: bf!anton x gn reader

warnings: gut wrenching fluff, kissing, a bit of play fighting, not proofread!

synopsis: anton can't bring himself to stop giving you tummy kisses even though you're ticklish.

a/n: a lil apology for my activity :( school is kinda draining and i now spend most of my time working and watching tv to relax :3 anyway, pls enjoy !! ♡

you hear a sigh as the door to your bedroom opens and your boyfriend walks in.

"aaaaaanton!" you let your phone plop down beside you on the bed and sit up, making grabby hands towards him.

anton drops his bag on the floor and jumps onto the bed with you, nearly crushing you in the process. you giggle as he presses wet kisses to your face and neck.

"your mouth is wet!" you squeal, leaning away from him.

he blushes, realizing what he's doing, and backs up a bit. you watch him, still laying down, as he sits up and takes in your outfit.

"i love this top on you," he says softly, moving down the bed. wrapping his arms around your waist, your boyfriend rests his cheek against your stomach. his long legs move up to intertwine with yours as his hair tickles your tummy.

you giggle, attempting to push him away from your stomach, but his grip is solid. "baaaabe, that tickles!"

he just laughs softly and takes your hands in one of his, pressing kisses to your tummy. you squirm and squeal, but it's pointless, as you know he won't let you go anytime soon.

after a while of playing like this, he finally releases your hands and stops his assault on your stomach.

you catch your breath, staring at him with a playful pout.

"whaaat?" he pokes your face. "your tummy is just so cute, i couldn't help it..." he mutters the last part under his breath, but you can still hear him.

you smile at him, moving to lay with him - or so he thinks. you roll on top of him, caging him in with your body and pinning his arms down.

you grin down at him. "my turn."

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[jistagrams]

hiii, Can you make fake texts with bf Anton with the reader saying something like "I love your nose" and Anton asks the reader to sit on his nose? love uuu<3

AHHHHHHHHHJKKLKAL I LOVE YJIS SO MUCH ANON

“maybe u should js sit on it”

p: bf!anton x gn!reader

w: suggestive, Anton calls reader pretty, reader slightly insecure about their weight?? kinda idk

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[bambisnc]

operation : true love - how likely riize is to NOT confess!

pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : crack + fluffff cw/tw : food mention + littol bit rushed n uneditted D: wc : im guessing maybe 400ish? -> update its 495!

shotaro : 2/10 - cutie would plan out eveyrhting the moment he sees you and has that italicised oh moment - i'm talking your favorite flowers delivered by hand followed by your ideal date + lots of fairy lights/candles. trust me.) and woo you exactly how you deserve to be wooed <3 would get a little anxious about making everything perfect for you tho

eunseok : 7/10 - he'd lowkey be such a tsundere ... thanks to my talk w mai i'm fully convinced he's the Only academic rival to lover to exist. would for sure pine after you silently and end up confessing in the middle of an argument. you know like "why do YOU care who i'm going out?" "BECAUSE. i like you. okay bye."

sungchan : 192830429283/10 - im biased sorry. but you can't tell me you don't see best friend!him being so obsessed with you - like all your friends know it, hell even you know it but the guy himself refuses to admit. is so "we're besties!! it's natural for us to hug and hold hands and make out between classes in the janitors closet :D i mean what. i didnt say anything" coded like c'mon

wonbin : a solid 13/10 - i feel like he'd be really conflicted. like on one hand he'd rather you be the one to confess but on the other he wants to do like a huge romantic gesture and be the one to confess to you. i can imagine there being this one phase of time where he'd kinda start ignoring you to get you to reach out to him or wtv tactics the insta/tiktok girlies (gn) teach him too

seunghan : 5/10 - okay but i see him either just randomly blurting it out of nowhere over a voice call or while ur ft-ing ("hey this cat reminded me of u" "aww haha im in love with you" "WHAT") OR doing it via a more traditional, thought out kinda way ... maybe like making you a gift or writing you a love letter/song :(( <3

sohee : 4/10 - bbg is confessing to you so fast. he'd only do it once he confirms (multiple times) that you both like each other though. is immediately planning the best way he could confess to you. does all his necessary research, books everything in advance - goes all out to ensure there's no hitches, basically. him and taro probably share notes

anton : 11/10 - bro is Not confessing. you can feel free to tho he'll say yes obvi! as soon as he gains back enough conherence after he (half) faints that is. for sure the type to get you soso many gifts and he'd try to be so casual about it too "hey i got u a customized acessroies set with the fav flower/colour you like" "anton wtf" "uh no dw i had an extra hahaha". def gets u guys matching stuff a lot too

notes : imma not be online for at least a day (shocker) so queueing this!!!! -> well that was a lie <3 + [m.list] song rec : LOVE ME BACK BY FROMIS 9 WEEWOO WEEWOO

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[yangkitties]

bros before hoes ✰ p.sh smau

synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

or in which... park y/n is an idiot with a big heart and park sunghoon is an oblivious fool [affectionate]

genre > smau + written, idol au, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, slight slow burn but not really, minimal angst, LOTS of fluff

warnings > constant and consistent cursing, probably terribly written 'angst', crack

featuring > idol!p.sh x idol!gn!reader, most of enha, bang chan of stray kids, tsuki of billlie, jooyeon of xdinary heroes, haewon of nmixx, chaeryeong of itzy, sunwoo of the boyz, wonbin & anton of riize (cameo) + wonyoung face claim in *some* places (there's only so much i can do, sorry-)

status > ongoing (150424-?)

taglist > OPEN! send an ask to be added. dms and comments will be ignored !

note > ITS FINALLY HERE 😭😭😭 i've been working on this for a while now and im SO happy to finally be able to share this with you guys!! shout out to my darling abby who beta read this and kept me motivated while planning, you're the BEST 🤕🫶

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profiles > EN- | NEXUS | PRIVZ

chapters:-

prologue: bye bye akkong 01: the 'meet' cute (0.7k) 02: the announcement 03: you think i knew ??? 04: Big Reveal(s) (0.6k) 05: he likes WHO?! 06: new MCs in town 07: jungwon major L 08: let me help 09: dance dance 10: great chemistry

more tba !

©️ yangkitties 2024 do not copy, plagiarise, or repost

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[enluv]

bewitched

pairing: anton x mentioned gn reader! (pls lmk if there are any gendered terms I may have missed)

synopsis: in which anton has a not so tiny actually really big crush on reader.

genre: fluff that made me smile to myself so hard that I had to remind myself this was just a fic, idol!anton & idol!reader, angst if you squint, pouty anton & his hyungs love to tease him for it!

coco’s <3 note: this was something I wrote up after a really long day of studying for finals last week so if you hate it lie to me (I’m sensitive) and it’s completely self indulgent 😭 + not edited well…

small but important a/n: I am so happy people love this fic as much as I do but I unfortunately will not be making a part two for it! originally I didn’t plan one and still in my heart feel like it doesn’t really need one!! sorry my loves, ty for the understanding 🤍

anton who smiles to himself as he watches you do his groups dance challenge, he’s seen you backstage countless times now with your group and he swears you’re his soulmate.

loud and energetic, your personality compliments his usually timid and introverted one.

the first one to notice is seunghan, always the one with the keenest eye, he teases anton throughly when you walk past them in the music show halls, pushing his shoulders and tugging at the boys pink cheeks.

the next two to notice are wonbin and shotaro, having caught their youngest replaying your groups music video just after briefly being introduced to you, he claims it’s so he can learn your dance challenge but the boys can tell from the way his voice raises an octave, that he’s lying.

eunseok and sungchan take note as they watch his eyes sparkle up at the screen in their room backstage, there’s no hiding the proud smile he wears as he watches you move about on stage smiling and enjoying the time you have with fans, they can see just how much he admires you.

sohee is the last to know as he walks right up to you, laughing and joking like old friends do, anton goes through the five stages of grief so quickly the rest of the members laugh loudly at him.

first, he denies what’s taking place in front of his eyes, he can’t fathom how you know his friend, or why you two seem so close.

second, he’s angry. not at sohee or you, never you of course, but at himself for not seeing the obvious signs. you’d done their dance because you knew his friend, not just because you were interested in him them.

third, anton tries rationalizing with himself. this was okay, it’d be okay, and if you ended up with sohee it would be fine because technically he’d never admitted to liking you, and so technically you weren’t anyone to him, so really if he thought about it, he’d be fine, especially if you made his best friend happy.

fourth, he’s pouting, and not even on purpose in a cute way, he’s full on pouting at the scene taking place in front of him. he’s sad you’re so close to sohee, sad he isn’t the one making you laugh loudly or putting a smile on your face, sad that he has absolutely no chance with you at all. this isn’t fair, but he can’t do anything so he resorts to pouting and clinging onto his older brothers for comfort (as they laugh and tease his current state).

finally, anton thinks he’s over it. he’s been watching you and sohee giggle about back and forth for what seems like hours now (it’s been less than five minutes) and he thinks he can finally accept this reality. you’re into his friend and he’s chopped liver. yeah that’s totally fine, he’s totally okay with this outcome.

the older boys smile at one another as they watch anton bury his head deeper into eunseoks broad shoulders, seemingly shielding himself from the scene in front of him. they know when their maknae is upset and it’s a million times clear just how much he is right now.

“anton, are you okay? I want to introduce you to my friend.” sohee’s soft voice pulls him out of his depression, slowly rising his head he’s met with a pair of eyes he knows too well, and his ears turn red.

“this is my roommate, he’s the one I told you about, the one that’s a big fan of you,” his friend laughs after his words and anton isn’t sure what’s worse: you being madly in love with sohee or you knowing he’s madly in love with you.

“anton right? I’m also a big fan of you, if that’s not totally embarrassing to admit to you.”

and just like that he’s swooning again, all the thoughts and feelings from before melt away as he pushes past eunseok to stand in front of you. now this, this is just perfect.

sohee shoots him a smile and a thumbs up, and it all clicks, anton is almost ashamed of how he’s acted.

sohee knew about his crush, how could he not? they shared a room together, of course he’d caught him watching your content, laughing at things you’d said, and bashfully liking your pictures from his spam account, he’d done this on purpose, he’d introduce you to one another on purpose.

“do you want to maybe grab some lunch with me?”

so maybe that wasn’t what he’d planned to say to you first but at least he’d spoken…right? even if it was straightforward and not like him at all.

your laugh makes his ears even redder, and he’s instantly smiling as you nod, taking his hand and leading him to “a really good cafe” as you put it. anton isn’t listening fully, he’s just happy he can finally admire you in person.

yeah he’s definitely too far gone. he thinks he might be in love.

coco’s <3 note x2: I love love love writing for riize they’re honestly my favorite boys ahhh I love them!! hopefully now that I am on break I can write more for them :) thinking of opening requests for them too maybe? and like if you know me you know I don’t do that often so !!! hope you enjoyed this fic, feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3

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[kissohee]

Hi, can you do a one shot of overstimulation or dry humoing with anton pleaseee💓💓

sub!anton x gn!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 522 ☆ mdni! warnings; overstimulation, crying, use of good boy, hes sensitive a/n; wasnt sure if u wanted anton to be overstimmed or reader overstimmed but i landed on anton, so im really sorry if that isnt what u wanted 😭

"Please.." He begged, eyes glossy as he searched for yours, "I can't- N-no more.. Please." Your hand making repeated circles on his cock, focusing on his tip as you watched his chest rise and fall. "Anton, I know you have more in you." He shakes his head, placing a hand on yours to slow your movements. "I'm sorry... Pleas-" He doesn't even know what he's begging for, he just knows that he's begging for something. He knew he was wrong when he kept bothering you while you were working on an essay. He knew he was, but he did it anyways. He knew you needed to get it done but he needed you as well. So he kept bothering you, until you snapped. If he wanted to cum, you were going to make him cum so much he'd be seeing stars. At first it was good, a very enjoyable hand job he enjoyed more than he'd like to admit. Then a blowjob, it seemed to be his lucky day! But then you wouldn't stop.. Was he going crazy? He could swear he was. He had already cum 2 times, why weren't you stopping? "I was busy Anton," Your voice stern, not removing your hand from his cock, "You kept bothering me." "I-I'm sorry..." He repeats, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes, He was sensitive. You knew this. 2 times was already a lot for him, and he could tell from the look on your face that no matter how many times he could beg, it would do him no good. "Sorry for what?" You asked him, wanting him to say it himself. "For dis-disturbing you." His hips twitch at your movements, "Really- I'm sorry..." You softly remove the hair from his face so you can see him clearly, and when he closes his eyes, the tears finally falling down his face. You remove your hand from his cock to wipe them, focusing on his cock again after. The wetness from his tears making him shiver. He moans out when you drag your thumb across his slit, taking notice in the way his fists ball up. His lips wet from how much he was biting on them. "Close?" He didn't want to answer. If he answered, you might stop and he's too far into this to want you to stop. But even if he didn't tell you, you could already tell he was. "Do you wanna cum again.?" You give him a small smile, almost teasingly, your hand motions becoming unpredictable as you sped up and slowed down sporadically. He nods his head with as little energy as he could find in himself, throwing his head back when you helped him get closer and closer. His cock twitched in your hand, small streams of cum leaving him as he held onto your hand, squeezing it hard on accident. More tears fell from his eyes, unable to control the lump in his throat as it turned into full on bawling. "My good boy," You gently patted the top of his head, his cock soft in your head. "One more, baby?"

short, im sorry 😓

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[i520u]

ᵎᵎ 𓏲 ❛ you are in love

TAGS ◝ sfw, fluff, drabble

PAIRINGS ◝ anton x gn!reader

SUMMARY ◝ anton doesn’t know that he’s in love.

NOTE ◝ i was in my feelings this was based off you are in love by ts

Shyness was something he can never rid himself of. He was also tall, which makes the combination between reserved and tall intimidating to other people. Anton was grateful for his introverted behaviour for most of the part, he doesn’t really enjoy being in the centre of attention. He liked to keep his thoughts to himself, and he hated when people went, “huh?” when he speaks because his voice is so soft.

He’s grateful for the way he is, except for one thing. His shyness completely stops him from approaching you.

He thinks you’re amazing. He wasn’t exactly sure why he would think you’re amazing, he just does. You’re always so radiant when you enter the room. He adores the way you would whisper with your friends during classes, giggling and gossiping – doing everything but paying attention to the teacher. In a way, Anton realised that he was also not paying attention, but his case was different. He admires that you would never shy away from anything, like you’ve got a heart of steel. He knows he could never do what you do.

He doesn’t think of you as his crush, he didn’t believe that it was ever that serious to him. Even if he did think it was serious, he wouldn’t label you as something as fleeting as a crush. You were so much more than that. Anton could never label you under any existing ones, he just knew that you were more than what he could utter with his words.

You don’t talk to Anton much, he was just another classmate to you. However, you also wonder why you always find yourself attending his swimming competitions, constantly cheering him on. Maybe it was because you just wanted to support your classmate. Maybe you were drawn to him, but you don’t even realise it.

Whatever it may be, you never really thought about it for too long – you’ve always been supportive. Anton knew it too. You were the only person he’d ever search for before and after his competitions end. And you were always there. Always.

So, when you weren’t there for the first time, Anton was haywired. He couldn’t focus under the water, he could barely breathe once he was out. He wasn’t frustrated by how badly he had performed. Hell, he wasn’t even affected from seeing his low scores, he was frustrated that you weren’t there. Why weren’t you there?

His mind started racing with more awful thoughts. His world was quite literally collapsing. Did something happen to you on your way here? You always came by yourself, and it wasn’t impossible that something could’ve happened to you. He was upset now, not with you – but with himself. He wasn’t sure why.

His mind raced with awful paranoia about your whereabouts once they announced the winner. He had lost the competition that day. But he didn’t care about any of that. Where were you? Did something happen? Or, have you simply gotten bored of watching him?

His mouth was dry as he walked out of the place with his silver medal, panicked-stricken. He wasn’t sure why he worried so much, but he didn’t care for the reason. He just needed to see you in person, or hear your voice. He needed to know you were okay. He was fine if you told him that you were bored of watching him, he just needed to be sure that you were okay.

Anton didn’t have your phone number, and he could only see you next week, Monday. He couldn’t wait that long.

It was like a black void was surrounding him as his worry grew and grew. 

Then, “Anton?” His eyes perked up to the person standing in front of him, the familiarity of your voice instantly washed away every single worry he had. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, his mouth was slightly agape. “Y/N.” He breathed, “are you hurt?” He asked, he needed to be sure.

It was an unusual question to ask to a mere classmate that you barely talk to, but you also noticed the genuine worry in his eyes, the pained expression. He was restless as he waited for your response. “I’m not.” You kept your voice soft as you talked to him, “I’m sorry, it seems like I missed the match this time.” You sighed, you looked apologetic, your eyes trailing at his silver medal, then to the hand that was gripping it. His knuckles were white.

Anton could feel himself let out a breath of relief, his muscles relaxing. He had been holding his breath, and he didn’t even notice it. “You’re here now.” He blurted out, he wasn’t even sure what he had just said to you. There was a long pause between you and him in the quiet corridors. Anton was freaking out, he wondered if he had said too much. “That’s all that matters to me. You’re here.” He ended up saying.

You could hear it in the silence between the two of you as you processed his words. He is in love.

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[its-deputy-caleb]

Scribbled Handwritten Notes – Juan Cortez x Reader

summary: based on the theory developed by @rarrabear​ and i, juan has  scribbled chicken-scratch handwriting and i made fic about it

note: this was meant to be a joke and then 4k later its emotional fluff and i haven’t edited the second half (thats tomorrow’s job) 

description: gender neutral reader | fluff | 4079 words |

Your bag hits the metal table with a thud as you waltz into Juan’s office and lean against his beloved workbench, a wicked smile across your face. The man in question drops the blowtorch in his hand, letting it crash into a pile of other exposed and dangerous tools as he begins celebrating the arrival of his favorite guerrilla.

“This better be worth it Señor Cortez– Clara has me working double time to secure these shipments of FND metal and gasolina.”

Juan holds his hand over his heart, faking heartache like he’s just heard the worst news possible. He pouts as he takes a step closer to you, lighting one of his cigars before pointing to his own puffed out chest.

“Didn’t you miss spending time with the infamous Juan Cortez?” His cigar leaves a puff of smoke as his hands wave around dramatically, trying and failing to get your undivided attention. 

“Aw common now, your ego doesn’t need another boost and you only call me to come crawling back to Clara's island when you really need something.” You can’t help but smile when Juan tries to brush your claim off. He had a habit of calling you at any hour of the day, whether to talk casually or to grab some more uranium on your travels and more often than not it’s during a shootout with the FND.

You know why he calls, the man clearly misses spending time with you but the luxury of relaxing and lounging around all day isn’t an option in Yara. Yet that only means you’re both excited to see each other when the bigger operations call you back to Libertad Headquarters.

“What? I’m not allowed to simply miss the company of my favorite guerrilla? That hardly seems fair…” Juan gives you a playful wink before turning around and picking up a flimsy napkin that you’re sure came from a bar. “Here– we’re planning to attack Castillo at Hotel Paraíso and I need you to look over my plans.”

You take the napkin from his hand, eyebrows raised in disbelief as you note the golden ring of whiskey stains along the top, no doubt from when he placed a bottle over the top of it. Your eyes scan over the scribbled chicken handwriting and the illegible words. On a good day Juan’s handwriting is terrible and this time round you can barely make out the words boom, Castillo and fasteners.

“Am I supposed to be able to read this?”

Juan looks at you like there’s absolutely nothing wrong with his genius planning methods. He takes the napkin back from you, clearly attempting to read it himself but even he struggles as he squints and tries to make out his own drunken scribbles.

“Look it's whatever– Dani will plant the explosives around Esperanza. The speech starts, charges detonate and we create a ring of fire around that hotel hotter than the devils asshole! It’s flawless, Castillo’s forces can’t get out and reinforcements can’t get in. Genius, no?” 

Juan takes a confident huff of his cigar, letting you scan over his little napkin again as he stands triumphantly like he’s just solved all of Yara’s problems.

“And you got all that from this napkin?” You don’t sound convinced, even as you bounce from eyeing Juan suspiciously to examining the napkin over and over.

“Ehh I improvised half of it.” Juan gives a cocky shrug, his free hand coming to scratch underneath his chin as he moves to sit atop of the workbench beside you. 

Folding the napkin in half to place it safely in your pocket, you lean into Juan’s space and tilt his head so his attention is on you.

“Mi viejo, how will anyone know your plans if you come up with it spontaneously? You can’t exactly wing it when there’s a team of guerrilla's waiting for your first move– it’s like you’re trying to confuse us all.”

Juan gives a soft chuckle, throwing his head back as he dusts the embers of his cigar onto the floor of his workshop.

“Rule eighty-nine; a Gurrellia’s best friend is confusion,” Juan’s nose brushes your cheek, now leaning into your space like he wants to kiss you but you tilt your head back, humming as he’s held just out of reach.

“Hmm I think you have your rules mixed up– confusion is the best friend of Juan Cortez. Whilst the guerrillas and the FND are busy being confused over deciphering the exact nature of your genius plans, you get to come out victorious right under their nose.”

“That’s why you’ll always be my best.” Juan practically beams from your words and from the kiss you plant on his cheek. 

You step away a moment later, walking over to the table in the middle of the room which holds blueprints of Esperanza’s buildings, sewer pipelines and even a few maps for turistas.

“Don’t spend all day standing there throwing compliments around cariño, we’ve got a dictator to take down and for that we need a legible plan and a well informed team of gurrellias.”

– 

The next few hours are spent working on Juan’s plan to trap Castillo in the Hotel. You listen intently as he explains how the surrounding checkpoints need to be blocked off from incoming forces and the foyer of the Hotel will be Dani’s starting point until he works up to the penthouse which will be where the speech is delivered. He rambles his flurry of ideas, all of them chaotic and have a high risk of disaster but you’d come to expect nothing less from the man.

Juan tells you everything you need to know between different tangents where he’s gone and gotten himself distracted. Somewhere between fighting tigers in Kyrat and stealing biochemical weapons in Chechnya, you’ve managed to pull it all apart and write down what’s necessary for the actual planning process. Your elbows rest on the desk and cradle your chin as you scribble in much neater handwriting all over the maps, drawing red lines and black circles to indicate FND checkpoints and the gurrellia’s rendezvous before hitting the Hotel. 

Thankfully, Juan is sober enough to have some level of readable handwriting at this point so you let him mark out the stations Dani will need to plant the explosives. You can’t help but affectionately roll your eyes and chuckle when you notice Juan’s X’s are much too large for Dani to figure out an exact location but you’ve known the ex-spymaster long enough to know it’s not in his nature to think over little details unlike yourself.

“There’s going to be snipers on every side of the Hotel– most likely on the tenth floor or higher to view the surrounding apartments. Those hijo de putas will spot anyone before we can even attempt to get near the entrance,” Juan holds up tourist pictures of the front entrance, scribbling and highlighting the ledges and key areas a sniper would use, “Reminds me of the time when Espinosa wanted me to guard the capital building, put me way up high to make sure nobody got that fucking zebra as he brought it into the building. That come mierda wan–”

“Juan, you're getting distracted again.”

“It’s all a part of the planning process, don’t stem the flame of excitement! You and me– we’re about to be guerrilla legends!”

When Juan sees your unimpressed look from the opposite side of the table, he places his cigar onto the ash tray and holds his hands up in mock surrender as he smiles at you.

“Alright, alright.. If you’re stationed at the rooftops across from me, we’ll be able to secure the front of the hotel and make sure Dani has cover if he needs to exit quickly.”

Your hand comes to put a red rectangle on the map to mark the buildings surrounding the Hotel, marking it as your position for the attack on El Presidente.

“You know, we might just be able to pull this off.”

Juan seems to have concluded your planning session, standing to gather a bag of supplies Dani would no doubt need to plant the explosives.

“And my gorgeous handwriting better go down in history as the hero in all of this!”

– 

The long drive to the Guerrilla hideout in Esperanza’s southwest is more than enjoyable. After packing in a green duffle bag full of explosives and overnight clothes, the two of you took the trip up to the capital in Juan’s 1956 Beaumont Valentina. 

Tunes were playing softly as the two of you softly sang along, the windows rolled down to let the breeze blow through the car. Sometime after crossing into Noventarmas you’d stolen Juan’s hat, letting it sit atop of your head to block your eyes from the afternoon sun.

It’s rare that the two of you get to enjoy time together just on your own and so you both soak up each other’s attention. Even if it’s cramped in his car, complaining about the amount of FND billboards you drive past.

The mood shifts from lazy driving on peaceful afternoons to something more somber and dangerous as you enter Esperanza through a checkpoint, dutifully liberated by Dani himself. There’s instantly a greater increase in Special forces as heavily armored vehicles patrol the main roads and checkpoints of the city.

Juan parks the car behind San Cayetano Orphanage, draping it in a cover so it won’t be confiscated or destroyed by any patrol which gets too close. From there the two of you took the Guerrilla paths under the city and over the rooftops until you finally met up with the rest of Libertad.

The hideout is nothing grand, looking more like a block of apartments than any real guerrilla station but once the two of you were inside it was alive with the hustle and bustle of busy people. Both of you take in the sights of people preparing weapons on workbenches, tightening armor and spray painting banners before making your way up the stairs to where Clara was waiting.

Having run over everything hundred times over you begin setting up maps along the metal table, ensuring none of the details are left out and there are no missing sections. You stand beside Juan as he relays the plans with Clara, watching as he points with a fresh cigar hanging between his fingers and highlighting all the locations where the explosives need to detonate in order to trap Castillo’s forces inside the Hotel.

Once Dani arrives to hear everything, you can’t stop the smile that forms by the fact Juan is clearly the most excited out of the four of you. Like a child who’s just gotten their favorite christmas present, Juan is jumping for joy as he hands Dani the bag of explosives painted in Libertad’s signature blue and labeled ‘El Boom de Juan’.

Of course, you’d painted the cover for him too. Not that you minded letting your creative outlet also contribute to taking down dictators but if it were up to Juan, his explosives would be painted in stick figures trying to kill each other.

Juan announced he needed a shower not long after handing the bag over to Dani and quickly made his exit. You figured Clara would want a word with the star guerrilla but just as you were about to leave yourself, she placed a hand on your shoulder and called for you.

“Will you relay all of this back to Benito's men? They’re some of our best and I want them to plant the last of the explosives.” Clara gives you a soft and affirmative smile as you return it with one of your own.

“Of course, Jefa. Everything will be ready for tomorrow.”

– 

You spent the rest of the afternoon with the guerrillas, using a pinboard to stand in front of as you directed groups of Benito’s men. As a leader within Libertad, it was easy enough to state mission objectives and make sure everyone knew when the explosives needed to be triggered and which location they needed to be in to assist Dani infiltrate the Hotel. You were quick, simple and to the point which Clara had always admired.

Everyone respected you in Libertad and you were often given the task to lead Los Bandido operations and help with bigger operations such as these which always meant you could spend Libertad member of them all, Juan Cortez. Even if that’s acting as his scribe for the day.

The sun had set long ago and now whilst everyone caught some much needed sleep, you sat on the rooftop terrace preparing your sniper rifle. You’d cleaned the thing more than once but it was something of a therapeutic ritual on the night before operations.

You took it all apart, cleaning each individual part before screwing it all back together again, testing the scope and its handling. Sometimes you’d alternate between modifying the silencer and installing a resolver reflex sight, that was until Dani joined you on the terrace.

He stood beside you, leaning with his elbows on the balcony as he looked nervously out towards the view of Esperanza lit up at night. His whole body seemed tense as he fiddled with the watch on his wrist and you could tell something was bothering him.

“You’re nervous?” You put your sniper back in its case, choosing to stand beside the man you’ve come to see as a friend since his joining at Libertad.

“Well yeah– we’re killing a dictator tomorrow and it feels too easy. Juan’s plan… it’s so spontaneous and loud, wouldn’t it be safer to go in stealthily, I just– I don’t know.” Dani deflates beside you, his posture sagging as he finishes his ramble of doubtful thoughts and you reach out to squeeze his shoulder in a show of comfort.

“Relax Rojas, you’re the best we have so don’t doubt your abilities for a second. If there's anyone who can pull this off it's you,” You look down over the balcony, watching for a moment as a few other guerrillas tinker at workbenches and fix up weapons of their own. 

“I know you may have your doubts about Juan and his tendency to be reckless but I trust him and he’s got more experience in this sort of thing than Clara, you and I combined,” Nodding in understanding and trust, Dani waits for you to continue. 

“You don’t have to trust him but I do. I promise you I've proof-read his plans a hundred times over, if I thought it would get you killed I wouldn’t just let it happen.” You smile softly at the memory of Juan’s god awful handwriting and your lighter mood seems to be the reassurance Dani was looking for.

“Gracias, it’s a blessing Juan has someone to keep him in line.”

Careful not to wake anyone around camp, you laugh gently as you realize being with Juan is like a job, albeit an enjoyable one. “He’s really not that bad.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah… you might not see it under his grouchy old man temper and tendency to drink instead of facing his problems but he can be sweet when he wants to be,” By now your attention is back on the city’s horizon, your gaze far away as you think about the ex-KGB agent who stole your heart. “You just haven’t seen him with all his walls down and well… I've grown very fond of him.”

Dani nods, understanding what it's like to have someone you trust and care about even if it feels like your whole lives are spent fighting constantly and outsmarting danger. When the guerrilla yawns loudly next to you, his hand covering his mouth, you take it as a key to wrap things up.

“Get some sleep Rojas, you’re tomorrow’s star player and we’ll need you well rested.”

– 

The next morning comes quickly and soon you find yourself standing on the rooftop of an apartment complex. Everyone had confirmed their positions over the comms and now it’s a waiting game as Dani plants the last three explosives.

You and Juan had taken out the snipers efficiently, making sure neither of you were in any danger of being seen. As you look through your scope now, Juan can be seen from the opposite rooftop to you, his green Hawaiian shirt wiggling as he raises one hand to wave at you. The two of you act like immature cats as you use your laser red-dot sight to weave between each other’s feet until Dani’s voice finally cackles through the speaker in your ear.

“Juan, the packages have been dropped off.”

“You sound like a fucking postman, just say ‘hey Juan, I planted the bombs.’ but you’ve done good work– I sent you a photo, come find us on the rooftops.” 

Through your scope you watch as Juan takes his phone out, no doubt to send his location to Dani. He then holds the phone out in front of him and at first you think he’s gesturing to you in some strange signal for help before your phone is buzzing and a picture of Juan comes through. He’s winking with a bright smile and if you zoom in close enough, you can see he’s angled it to include you far away in the background.

“Juan, are you on the west side of the hotel or the east?” Dani’s voice sounds slightly huffed and out of breath but if the gunshots a few blocks over are anything to go by, you guess he’s simultaneously jumping between buildings and escaping some of Castillo’s Special Forces.

“It’s the west apartments guerrilla and if you forget what I’m like, just look for the father figure you always wish you had.”

You had to temporarily take your earpiece out to make sure no one heard you chuckle at Juan’s statement but not to the point where you missed Dani’s friendly fire back. “I think you mean drunk uncle Juan.”

“Actually Dani, you’ll find Juan is a whole six hours sober,” You can hear both Dani and Juan chuckle on the other end of the line, six hours was a new daily record for Juan.

“I may be sober now, but who knows what the day has in store. Maybe we can go for drinks later, cariño.” The sultry and suggestive tone from Juan left little to the imagination and you couldn’t help but flirt right back with the man, that is until Dani was coughing in disgust and shock on the comms.

“Ugh I do not need to hear your failed attempt at flirting, Juan.”

“Who said I was failing guerrilla?”

– 

All the banter died down when Dani started to head for the Hotel entrance. The FND soldiers were everywhere, with more numbers than you’d initially anticipated and so you were mostly focused on sniping officers and heavy gunners on the ground.

Everyone’s focus now was on getting Dani up to the penthouse, with the exception of a few compliments from Juan on your aim it was mostly quiet in concentration.

The soldiers that remained outside turned their attention towards the two of you and the other guerrillas on the ground once Dani was secure inside the Hotel. Engineers were wiring tanks and mounted guns to fire on their own whilst Rocketeers and Heavy Gunners fired upon buildings, forcing you to take cover behind ventilation systems on top of the roof.

You were so preoccupied with the soldiers below you that you didn’t take note of the high ranking officer who had climbed the ladder leading to your hiding spot. Everything slowed down as you gasped softly, hearing footsteps behind you before there was a loud whoosh noise and the crack of a helmet.

A body hit the ground and you turned to see the officer lying in a puddle of blood with a red dot still wandering over the now destroyed helmet. Juan raises his hand high into the air from across the foyer as you move to mimic his movement, a silent acknowledgment that you’re safe.

“Dani?! What’s going on? Do you have eyes on Anton?” Clara’s voice comes crackling into your ear, her voice distressed over the prolonged period of radio silence from everyone.

“There’s nobody here… Clara, I think the speech was a recording.”

You press your fingers against your earpiece to better hear Clara and you watch a tank blast open the hotel doors and a team of heavily armed special forces move through into the building no doubt where Dani would be in the penthouse.

“It’s a set up, Castillo’s forces are getting through the building– get out of there Dani.”

That was the cue for everyone to make their exit and so you threw your sniper over your shoulder and began to take the three ziplines over to Juan. It was always such a rush to glide over heights, ziplining and grappling around buildings or caves but it also had its practical purposes of escaping in short notice.

When you reached Juan, you gently took him by the arm, dragging him out of harm's way as the tank rattled the buildings around you. 

“Let’s get the fuck out of here mi viejo.”

– 

After the unsuccessful assassination of Castillo, everyone was more than deflated and moral was down but that didn’t stop you and Juan from just being in each others space. Especially considering you had almost died.

The two of you were back in his workshop, lounging in your only pair of soft pajama pants left which had been your favorite birthday gift from Lola. One of Juan’s shirts had taken its rightful place in your pajama set and you were currently cuddled in your shared bed above his workshop. 

It was probably too hot for any form of cuddling but neither of you cared as exhaustion was kicking in with every passing minute. Juan’s head was tucked into your shoulder and you had your arms wrapped loosely around his torso in a warm hug as you both let go of the tension in your limbs.

You were just about ready to fall asleep when you noticed the lack of snoring. Juan was rarely awake for longer than five minutes after lying down so you knew something was bothering him, but before you could ask, he beat you to it.

“Did you really mean it?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?” Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you lean back slightly to look at him with soft eyes, trying to convey without words that he can open up when it’s just the two of you together. Your hands run up and down his skin, trailing the patterns of scars and tattoos which bump and ripple under the pads of your fingers.

“About how you care about me even though I’m an old drunk.”

It clicks into place then, just exactly what Juan is referring to. He must have overheard you talking to Dani last night.

“I meant every word.”

Wrapping your arms around him tighter, you pull him into your arms and place a kiss to the top of his head before smushing your cheek affectionately atop of his hair. Juan’s practically crushed in your hug but he’s in no way complaining, instead choosing to lean into everything you give him as his arms wrap around you too.

“Rule number twenty-two; a guerrilla spymaster can’t go without his kisses.”

Your hands come up to hold his face, practically stopping him from moving as you litter kisses from his forehead all the way down to his lips, both of you giggling and laughing between each of them.

“That’s the Juan Cortez style!”

Juan places a final kiss to the corner of your mouth before he settles beside you, pulling you into a more comfortable position suited for sleep. Your legs tangle together and your head rests against his as you both breathe out a sigh of relief.

“And Juan?” Your voice breaks the gentle silence of the room.

“Hmm?”

“Next time, when I’m to be your designated scribe I’ve got a challenge for you,” With your eyes closed and voice drowsy with sleep, your nose lightly brushes along his cheek in lazy affection. “I’ll buy you as many drinks as you’d like if you can make it through explaining your plans once without getting distracted.”

Juan’s laughter reverberates through both your chests, settling a warm feeling in your stomach.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.”

Fin.

#long story short toddler's have better handwriting than juan #but we love him #juan cortez #juan cortez x reader #gn!reader #far cry #far cry 6 #fc6 #fc6 writing #fc6 fic #clara garcia #dani rojas #anton castillo #Benito Ménguez #benito fc6

[jaetyun]

anton texts: a thread!

anton x gn!reader

somewhat suggestive ?? like mentions of no-no squares

a/n: this was supposed to be a collab w @tocupid but SOMEONE is an impatient bitch ..

#apollosdiary #riize anton #rise and realize #riize imagines #riize #riize drabble #anton lee #anton imagines #riize x reader #riize scenarios #anton x reader #anton scenarios #riize smau

[anton-luvr]

# WHEN A GIRL TRIES TO FLIRT WITH THEM ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff...? or crack idk | bf au ⚝ note ; another reaction!! live laugh love riize + reqs are CLOSED

# SHOTARO. - very respectful and civil. will drop her with a 'oh sorry, i'm taken!' and offer an awkward smile before going back to whatever he was doing. if she kept insisting and wouldn't leave him alone, he'd just walk out of the party and go home to you. he'd rather spend time with the love of his life than being bothered by some random girlie.

# EUNSEOK. - he'll live up to his nickname of silver stone. straight up ignores her and doesn't even bother to spare a glance, just focused on talking with his friends and having a good time with drinks. if she was annoying, he'd throw a nasty side eye and a scoff at her before completely turning away.

# SUNGCHAN. - i just know that he'll go 'oh sorry, no english!!' in the most heavy korean accent ever. keeps shaking his head no and does shooing motions with his hands even though he can perfectly understand what the girl is saying. if by some unfortunate chance that she knows korean too, sungchan will create some sort of language of his own and start rambling gibberish to confuse her away. he proudly calls it 'sungchanese' >:)

# WONBIN. - bro will pull out every weird dance move made known to man. i'm talking about moving around like a chicken dancing on lava while being in space. he'll even swing air punches as a dance move to startle the girl off. not the most peaceful method to reject a girl, but wonbin will do what he needs to do !!

# SEUNGHAN. - he's prepared for this. the moment a random girl saunters up to him all flirty, he'll pull up the powerpoint he made of you. he'll say 'hi! here's my partner!' and proceed to stick the fifty slides long powerpoint in the girl's face, each slide being a pic of you and little notes of his favorite thing about you. even after the girl leaves, he'll continue going through the powerpoint on his own because you're just so pretty <3

# SOHEE. - immediately backs away, hitting her with the 'woah chill bro, i'm taken' while showing off the promise ring you got for each other. if that's not enough for her to go away, sohee won't hesitate to start barking. he knows he looks like a madman, but hey - desperate times call for desperate measures. when she's finally scared off, he'll grin proudly at his laughing friends and tell you all about it when he gets home.

# ANTON. - very uncomfortable. he won't even know what to say or do, so he calls you and asks for help. he listens when you tell him to put you on speakerphone, eyes widening when you immediately obliterate the girl and scream at her to back off. anton can't help but blush as he keeps replaying your shouted 'that's my man' and 'he's all mine' in his head, all giggly and flustered when he comes home and into your arms.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[chiiyuuvv]

its silly me (IM SORRY 😭🙏🙏)

i rlly enjoyed your ‘xikers reacting to you putting on lipstick/gloss’ and was wondering if you could do a riize version 💕

• PAIRING — bf!riize x gn reader

• GENRE — fluff, shy riize, kissing.. i think thats it

• WORD COUNT — 459

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i KNEW someone was gonna request this

• TAGLIST — @moonlightdarlings , @cake1box

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SHOTARO ☆

"Hey love." He'd appear out of nowhere as youre doing your make up, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving your cheek a peck

He be so interested with youre applying your lipstick, his eyes following your movements carefully

"Aww i want some." He'd pout, so you'd put some on his lips

And a kiss on the cheek if he starts whining

He'd get so red when he sees your lipstick stain, but nevertheless is he proud to call you his ♡

EUNSEOK ☆

Just stares at you fondly

"Pretty.." you'd hear him mutter under his breath, his big sparkly eyes boring into yours

Brings you to his lap so he can kiss the lipstick off of you

And he loves it when you whine that youre going to be late

But now you gotta put more lipstick on because he ruined it </3 ♡

SUNGCHAN ☆

Helps you put it on

Tells you to pucker your lips while sending you silly faces, making you laugh

Until he accidentally puts lipstick in your teeth

Your smile immediately drops

Lets just say that sungchan goes missing for a few days <3 ♡

WONBIN ☆

"Aww, you're getting all dolled up for me?"

"Yeah, for my handsome boyfriend." Wonbins plans of teasing you is quickly reversed

Scratches the back of his neck with a boyish grin because wow, you just called wonbin handsome

"Flirt.." he'd bury his head into your neck

"You started it." ♡

SEUNGHAN ☆

His heart is fluttering at how pretty you look

He usually feels very confident but now hes feeling shy, a lovesick grin on his face, his ears pink

"Hey~" he'd sneak up behind you, his head resting on your shoulder as he giggles

Almost goes crazy when you turn around to kiss him, his heart almost beating out of his chest

Best believe hes thinking about this when hes sleeping and he defo kicks his feet and giggles like a school girl ♡

SOHEE ☆

"Oh sorry, did i disturb you?" Quickly turns around and closes your door as you run to him and drag him back to your room

Sohee sits at the edge of your bed as he looks at you expectedly

So you get an idea

Prompting his face up, you start to put lipstick and fake eyelashes on him

"I'd be such a good girlfriend." He says proudly, looking at the mirror ♡

ANTON ☆

He gets so shy but he doesnt understand it; youre not even looking at him

Oop now you are, looking through your mirror as he quickly looks down, his face red as he realizes he's staring

And his heart is beating so fast when you inch beside him, grabbing his hand

"Y-you look.. pret-pretty.." hes just so stutter-ie gosh

Melts when you kiss his cheek ♡

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[heesopretty]

pairings: riize x gn!reader

warnings: not much it’s just me goofing off again but wbk at this point 🫡

notes: OH OH OH in case you don’t know, anton’s was a reference to this vine lol: linky

when riize forgets to respond to you 🌷

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