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mlmxreader · 5 months

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Meet The Family | Rodolfo Parra x gn!reader, platonic!Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ 90 "You're the only one for me, you know that"

And

84 "You might wanna be quiet, unless you wanna wake everyone up"

With Rudy please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ After far too fucking long, Rudy finally gets the chance to meet your family.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, banter, brief/vague mentions of sexual references, vague allusions to smoking

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You were adamant for your fiance, Rodolfo, to meet your family, and as he had been given time off for the holidays, you figured that it was probably the perfect time for him to meet your family; your step brother, Gaz, had also been given time off for it, and you were excited for him to meet your significant other for once.

Every time you had tried to introduce him to your fiance, something always came up and prevented it, so you were glad that they had both been given time off at the same time. You could only hope that they would get along, really.

But as Rodolfo’s car pulled up to the driveway, you were relatively giddy; your childhood home, where you and Gaz grew up, looked so small these days but maybe that was because you rarely saw it.

Living in Las Almas, you were quite a while away, and you rarely got the chance to visit anymore; you felt bad, but you knew that Gaz popped in whenever he could so you didn’t feel too terrible.

Your hand landed on Rodolfo’s thigh as you sucked in a harsh breath, and smiled at him as you raised your brows.

“Ready?”

He leaned in for a quick kiss, and nodded. “I’m ready… did you pack the Enmolada?”

You nodded as you gestured to the foil covered dish on the back seat. “How could I forget your favourite dish to impress people with?”

He chuckled, getting out of the car and making his way around to your side; you grabbed the dish when he opened the door, and stepped out with a sigh.

“Is your brother here, yet?”

You looked around, and when you noticed Gaz’s beat up, bogey-green Ford Focus, you turned to him with a nod. “His fucking snot-mobile is here, so I’d guess so - unless Mum sent him up the shops.”

“Is that his or-”

“His mother,” you explained, “but our Mum.”

Rodolfo nodded, latching onto your hand as he followed you down the driveway; you didn’t even knock as you entered the house, tugging him along with you. You cleared your throat as you made your way through the hallway, and called out loudly.

“Ma! We’re ‘ere!”

But it wasn’t your mother who greeted you. Instead, Gaz popped his head out from the kitchen, and shook his head.

“Didn’t she text you to say she’d buggered off up Tescos?”

You shook your head, putting the dish down on the countertop as you let go of Rodolfo’s hand in order to hug your brother. “No, but I did notice you still have the snot-mobile.”

Gaz huffed as he hugged you back. “Better than still not being able to drive.”

“Your hair’s too short,” you told him, pushing him away as if he disgusted you. “You need to grow it out.”

“So I need to cut it shorter,” he hummed, grinning.

“You also need to shave,” you pointed out, wiping the pad of your thumb across your top lip. “You’re starting to look like a nonce.”

Gaz rolled his eyes. “You’re the fucking nonce, you keep tomato sauce in the fridge.”

“So does Mum,” you huffed, nudging Rodolfo in front of you. “Anyway, this is Rudy. Rudy, this is Gaz.”

Gaz looked him up and down, then turned to you with a raised brow. “I was expecting a Tom Selleck or Burt Resonalds kinda stache…”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Oh, fuck off.”

“Is he a cowboy?” He asked, raising a brow.

You looked away, but Rodolfo answered for you.

“Kinda, me and Alejando are in charge of the Los Vaqueros,” he explained, “part of the Mexican Special Forces.”

The laugh that Gaz let out was loud and obnoxious. “See?!”

“You’re such a little cunt!” You howled, smacking your brother’s arm.

“It’s not my fault you have a type!” Gaz yelped between laughs. “Do you call him cowboy in bed?!”

You and Rodolfo both fell silent, clearing your throats as you looked down at the floor; but then Rodolfo laughed softly as he shrugged.

“I have a hat…” he mumbled. “Sometimes they wear it…”

Gaz laughed louder, but he was soon cut off when the door opened again; you turned around, and grinned as you ran towards his mother, hugging her tightly as you pressed your face against her shoulder.

“Mum! Gaz is bullying me!”

“Kyle Garrick!” She barked, holding onto you. “Apologise to your sibling!”

Gaz rolled his eyes, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. “But Mum-”

“No buts!” She snapped. “Apologise!”

Gaz huffed as he shook his head. “Fine, I’m sorry.”

She let you go, keeping her arm around your shoulders as she looked at Rodolfo, smiling politely. “And who is this handsome gent?”

You grinned, quite smug as you poked your tongue out at your brother. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Mum, this is Rudy. Rudy, this is our Ma.”

She shook his hand, humming softly. “Did he bring food?”

Rodolfo nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ooh,” she grinned. “I like him. You best marry him.”

You looked at Rodolfo with a wink as you nodded. “I’m working on it, don’t worry.”

“Your brother will never marry,” your mother hummed. “He cuts his hair too short.”

You laughed as you glared at Gaz. “Told you!”

“Whatever,” he huffed, putting his middle finger up to you. “At least I can drive.”

“A snot-green car,” you pointed out.

“You did good,” your mother told you, quickly kissing your forehead before breaking away from you. “Gaz, help me put the shopping away.”

“Yes, Mum.”

You smiled smugly at him as he walked past, but once they were out of the kitchen, you grabbed Rodolfo by the waist, and tilted your head. “What’d you think so far?”

“I don’t think your brother likes me,” he admitted quietly. “But your mum seems nice.”

You shrugged, patting his waist gently as you hummed. “Gaz is… he’s standoffish to begin with, but he’s… tolerable.”

Rodolfo nodded and hummed.

You and Rodolfo had to share your childhood bedroom, which was fine, until he went snooping and discovered some of your old photo albums; you laughed at first, sitting on the bedroom floor with him and going through them.

There were plenty of pictures of you and your brother, especially the one where Gaz had dressed up as Freddy Mercury during a school play about the planetary system; but they all made Rodolfo smile and giggle as he went through them with you and listened to you explain them.

The one where Gaz was crying because he had been attacked by a swan. The one where you had been crying because you had found out that the sun was going to blow up in millions of years.

Rodolfo kind of envied it, if he was honest; he didn’t have a brother of his own like that, and he could tell that you and Gaz - despite all the bullying and teasing - really did love each other.

He didn’t have any siblings, but he was glad that you did; he was glad that you knew what it was like, even if he didn’t.

He giggled a little loudly when you playfully shoved him, shushing him quietly.

“You might wanna be quiet, unless you wanna wake everyone up,” you told him, your voice a harsh whisper.

Rodolfo grinned as he pulled you onto his lap, tilting his head to the side as he raised his brows. “I have a way to keep us both quiet.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning as you gently grabbed his face and kissed him softly; you loved how he was always soft with you unless you asked for him to be rough. How he always checked in on you by tapping your waist twice, three times if he wanted to talk privately.

He seemed to know what you were thinking without ever needing to ask, and was always more than happy to have you close; whether that meant having you on his lap or just touching you in some way. If he was close, he was happy.

You had to admit, no one ever made you feel as safe as he did, no one ever made you feel as secure as Rodolfo.

You let your arms rest on his shoulders as you pulled away, gently raking your fingertips through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re the only one for me, you know that,” you murmured softly. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

Rodolfo hummed as he grinned, looking at you as if you were the most priceless object in the world. A masterpiece from an artist like Van Gogh. He hooked his hands under your thighs, drawing little patterns into you with the pads of his thumbs like he always did.

“We still haven’t decided what we’re doing about last names, you know.”

You shrugged as you settled against him, pursing your lips for a moment as you thought about it. “Not gonna lie, I was gonna ask Mum and Gaz about it.”

“We can ask them,” he agreed softly, nodding. “I think Parra-Garrick sounds good, though.”

“You wanna take my name?” You asked quietly, nearly grinning.

Rodolfo nodded. “When I step on that glass, I want to know that I’m never getting rid of you.”

“You can take my name,” you told him softly. “I’m sure Mum would love to hear about it first, though.”

“Probably,” he murmured. “But are you sure you’re okay with that, perrito?”

You nodded, gently running a hand through his hair. “Cariad, I’d be alright even if it was just ten minutes down the registry office in jeans and a manky t-shirt.”

There was a knock at the door, prompting you both to look towards it until Gaz stepped in and sat opposite you with a large grin on his face.

“Parra-Garrick?”

“Gaz, not now,” you huffed, moving so that your back was against Rodolfo’s chest, his hands just above your crotch. “Please?”

“It sounds good,” he told you both with a nod. “Do you have a chuppah?”

Rodolfo cleared his throat as he licked his lips. “Alejandro has it at his home.”

Gaz nodded, glaring at him. “Rabbi?”

“Already sorted,” your fiance replied, “we’ve had everything planned for months.”

Gaz hummed, then laid down on his side, making himself comfortable. “If you break my sibling’s heart, I will hunt you down. I will make you wish you were dead, and I will fucking destroy you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Gaz,” you huffed. “Me and Rudy have been together for fucking ages.”

“And you’re my baby sibling,” he growled out. “It’s my job to look after you. Even Mum says so.”

“I’m a year younger than you,” you growled in return, glaring at him. “I’m twenty-six next year!”

“I’ll be forty-two,” Rodolfo laughed softly.

“Still my baby sibling,” Gaz glared at you as he smiled. “And you always will be. I’ll be eighty-nine and you’ll be eighty-eight, and y’know what?”

“What?” You huffed, trying not to smile.

“You’ll still be my baby sibling,” he grinned. “You ought to decide, anyway.”

You tilted your head to the side, furrowing your brows. “Decide what?”

Gaz gestured to Rodolfo. “If you’re gonna keep him here when Granddad arrives.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Why, what’s wrong with Granddad?”

“When Granddad and Mum get together,” Gaz explained, “it’s like handbags at dawn… they adore each other, but my days, they will fucking argue until the cows come home.”

You nodded slowly, laughing softly. “Fair point.”

“Granddad is our step-grandfather, by the way,” Gaz explained, “he married my beloved sibling’s grandmother… how long ago?”

You shrugged. “You think I fucking know?”

“Too long ago,” Gaz chuckled. “But he loves our Ma, and she loves him.”

“They just also happen to love arguing with each other,” you pointed out with a soft laugh. “It’s like cats and dogs, but they’ll still sit down together and have a cuppa.”

“Speaking of which,” Gaz mused, pursing his lips for a moment. Rodolfo noticed that you did the same thing when you were about to suggest something. “Fancy a quick one?”

You hummed as you stood up, helping Rodolfo to his feet. “I could do - Rudy?”

He nodded, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, why not?”

“You’re rolling, cunt-face,” you mused, nodding at your brother.

Gaz rolled his eyes. “Only because you can’t.”

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thefanfictioncorner-blog · 10 months

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icarustypicalfall · 8 months

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LAPSE OF SOUL

Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

based on a request 𓆩♡𓆪

summary: lost between your love for him and the dangers surrounding you, your heart couldn't know peace.

reader's callsign: Leal

warnings: sfw, angst, description of weapons, injury, infertility, wounds, slight blood, hospital, hurt and comfort, guilt, reader Inserted, no use of yn.

note: i spent more than a week working on this and i kida hate the end .. hooe you enjoy and find it at your liking, might rewrite it oneday .. 🫶🏻

“Until the flower of this love has blossomed this heart won't be at peace”

You left from the jeep, brushing off the dust that had settled on your dark uniform, proudly displaying the patch with your callsign, "Leal," affixed to the right side. Though seemingly simple, you cherished it dearly. The Colonel had chosen it for you, and you couldn't help but secretly admire it a tad too much. Like a delicate lily amidst a thorny bush, he had handed you the patch with a wink.

You still vividly remember the moment he enthusiastically patted your back, grinning, after witnessing you effortlessly bring down his largest men with a swift but powerful punch to their guts. You were indeed an underestimated soldier, a courageous little mouse among towering elephants.

However, your Colonel, Alejandro, appreciated your confidence and loyalty, which earned you not only a unique name but also a special place in his heart. He couldn't deny the profound admiration he held for you. He fell hard, with your presence penetrating his heart like an arrow, finding its infinite home amidst the layers of muscles and veins, awakening the deepest recesses of his being.

Alejandro Vargas was, without a doubt, a romantic. Growing up in a family where love took precedence, he believed in soulmates, and he believed that you were his destined love, his heavenly abode. What had you done to him? He watched the walls he had erected around his heart crumble effortlessly, disappearing at the mere glimpse of your eyes.

"Such unprofessional sentiments," he pondered. "Leal would never love me."

"Alejandro would never love me, honey," you whispered to Maria as you brushed her hair. "Besides, we're just friends. Ignore what Uncle Soap says."

The little girl pouted, and you smiled, hugging her with a laugh. Maria was an orphan, her parents having lost their lives during the cartel incident four months ago. You didn't have to beg to let her stay at the base; Alejandro knew how deeply you cared for children and allowed you to take care of Maria alongside the medics and the chef.

Whenever you accompanied him for routine inspections around the city, you wore a smile on your face while passing by little children. Under your breath, you cursed the cartel men for their vile games and showered affection upon those innocent souls. Growling in frustration, you earned a chuckle and a pat on the knee from Alejandro. Unconsciously, he would place his hand on your thigh, while the other firmly gripped the steering wheel.

The six-year-old child looked at you, perplexed. "But why? Is it because you are not from here?"

You sighed, shaking your head with a smile. "No, things don't work that way. We are just teammates."

"Does that mean I can't marry Uncle Gaz?"

You burst into laughter, attracting a few stares from the other Vaqueros. Alejandro glanced up from the opposite end of the mess hall. He gazed at you, cradling Rudy's baby in his arms, Pedro. His closest friend gave him a knowing look, and he smirked.

"You're zoning out again, hermano," Rudy remarked.

Alejandro was startled for a moment, but he took a deep breath and sighed. Pedro, the newborn baby, looked at him with his big dark eyes.

Maria ran towards them, followed by a giggly "Leal." She was the godmother to every baby at the base, always caring for them and cooing at their tiny faces. She carefully lifted Pedro from Alejandro's arms, their hands brushing against each other, bodies almost touching. He inhaled her scent, almost intoxicated by its sweetness. Rudy smiled, observing his teammates' flushed and nervous faces. Asking them to be his son's godparents had been a brilliant move, nearly costing him an eye after Alejandro delivered a five-minute nervous monologue on why he shouldn't be the godfather. This man was a bundle of nerves, aware that he would be close but never close enough, by your side but never entirely with you. You were a star beyond his reach, and he was just a boy tethered to the earth, bound by fear.

Maria gazed at you, her grin widening. "Uncle Ale, you should marry Auntie Leal, and I'll marry Uncle Gaz. Everyone will be happy," she babbled, earning a laugh from Rudy and a scowl from you and Alejandro.

You could barely conceal the blush that crept onto your cheeks, dismissing it with a nervous laugh as you cradled the baby in your arms. Oh, how elated you were to be his godmother, alongside Alejandro. The nerves were undeniable, but amidst them, you still felt a glimmer of excitement, of hope. Maybe one day, you would stand before Alejandro, nodding along to the words of a priest as you gazed into each other's eyes. Perhaps one day, you would hold your own child, whose laughter would resemble his father's. Oh, God— that laughter that melted your heart and tingled in your chest.

Maybe you would have twins, or triplets, or perhaps a little girl who would be immersed in the love of her gentle parents.

Snapping back to reality, you realized that you had been staring at Alejandro's chest while lost in your daydreams. Apologizing softly, you brushed off the tightness that had settled in your chest, clutching your heart and squeezing, as if trying to suffocate the fleeting hope of you. You knew these were mere daydreams, and this love would never bloom.

You sighed, gently patting the baby's soft hair and breathing in his sweet scent. It brought you a sense of solace. Bearing the children of your beloved was the silent prayer of hope. Perhaps reaching the moon on foot seemed easier than making that sweet dream come true.

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The mission proceeded smoothly, with Alejandro successfully forging alliances with both the Brits and the Americans to dismantle their long-standing nemesis, the cartel's leader, Valeria Garza.

Seemingly effortless, wouldn't you agree?

However, the situation took an unexpected turn, causing every plan to crumble into chaos. What in the world happened to make soldiers scatter in all directions, their sole objective being to survive amidst this war and bring the cartel to it's downfall?

Valeria Garza, the astute yet malevolent woman, and you, a virtuous soul, were almost equals, each with distinct paths and objectives. The sole factor that set her apart from you, making her superior, was her past connection with Alejandro. It was a realm you could never reach.

Observing the slightest change in Alejandro's countenance whenever Valeria Garza's name was mentioned, you reluctantly acknowledged that you would never have an opportunity to rival her. Though not prone to jealousy, you silently yearned for even a fraction of the affection Alejandro held for Valeria.

Your assigned duty was to remain vigilant, stationed in the corridors, ever watchful for any potential threats that could endanger your beloved.

Alejandro and Sergeant Mactavish ventured deep into the building, their voices issuing stern and furious commands over the radio. In that moment, a fleeting desire emerged within you, wishing that those whispered orders were directed to your ear, the warmth of his breath gently caressing your ear, his gloved hands delicately brushing against your burning flesh. You would have absorbed his words, even if they concerned Valeria, as long as it meant he held you close, so very close.

Meanwhile, Alejandro seethed with anger. The original plan entailed infiltrating and neutralizing Valeria, yet it appeared she was attempting to flee. Time was not on his side, and he lacked the energy to devise an alternate takedown strategy. Clutching his weapon tightly, he sprinted through the corridors, urgently calling for backup.

You, however, were the first to abandon your post, exposing yourself to enemy fire and eliminating any threats encountered along the way. Moments ago, your radio malfunctioned after smashing it on a guard's head. Your objective was to reach Valeria's office on the top floor and stand by Alejandro's side. Taking refuge in a storeroom, you clung tightly to your rifle, awaiting the next move.

A race, that's how it could be described. An exhilarating race against time, where rational thoughts and principles dissipated, making way for primal instincts. Gunshots pierced the air, mingling with incessant shouts. Alejandro pursued Valeria, cursing and bellowing as he dispatched her henchmen. She reached the elevator while he struggled to elude the guards on the staircase.

Meanwhile, you remained concealed in the storeroom, peculiar noises reaching your ears. Frowning, torn between adhering to regulations and the overwhelming need to stand by Alejandro's side, you muttered a curse under your breath. Succumbing to the commotion, you cautiously ventured forth, diligently scanning for any potential threats.

"Looking for me, papi?" Valeria sneered sarcastically, as one of her men delivered a precise punch to Alejandro's gut, sending him crashing to the ground. He coughed, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, wincing at the pain. He watched his former lover walk away, leaving him once more on the brink of death.

Consumed by fury, Alejandro gradually reached for his gun, his mind still reeling. Unbeknownst to him, he inadvertently pulled the trigger, and the lone bullet remaining in the chamber found its unintended target— you.

As your body crumpled to the ground, your attempt to intervene and push Valeria came to a tragic end. The bullet struck your lower abdomen, eliciting cries of agony.

"Leal!"

Alejandro shouted, dropping to his knees beside you. He frantically clutched your hand, striving to calm his racing heart and staunch the bleeding in your abdomen, all the while whispering apologies. It was an unintentional error, as mistakes are prone to happen. He had even accidentally shot himself before. So why did this overwhelming sense of darkness engulf his heart, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin? Was it because the one he had wounded was you, or did he loathe himself for causing you harm? Your tears immersed him in a sea of guilt. Abandoning the mission, he delegated it to his men and swiftly gathered you into his arms, rushing toward the nearest vehicle.

You didn't recall much of the surgery, for hospitals had always been an unpleasant environment for you since childhood. The sterile white and gray walls, along with the peculiar odors, had always made you feel queasy. However, your discomfort paled in comparison to the throbbing pain emanating from your abdomen. Every movement proved torturous, and you had to stifle your cries of agony and bite your lip as you gingerly adjusted your bandaged form between the white sheets.

Having just woken up, you noticed the faint light seeping through the curtains, indicating that it was already daytime. A blanket lay haphazardly on the couch, suggesting that someone had spent the night there. However, your memory of events since the accident remained hazy.

The door creaked open, and a weary-looking Alejandro entered the room. He coughed nervously, avoiding your gaze as he spoke. "Good morning, leal," he began, sighing and settling onto the couch while taking a sip of his coffee. "I... I am sorry. I should have been more attentive. I apologize for shooting you."

A chuckle escaped your lips before you nodded, trying to ignore the pain once again. "It's alright. As long as you'll pay me well, I don't mind," you replied.

Alejandro smiled, relieved to see that you weren't upset. He nodded, standing up as a doctor entered the room. Although you weren't exactly sure what was wrong, the doctor's expression indicated that something serious had occurred.

You had always strived to maintain a positive outlook, believing that there was a silver lining to every situation. However, as soon as the words hung in the air, you found yourself slapping a hand over your mouth, suppressing a cry of agony.

"I am sorry to inform you, miss, that you are no longer able to conceive. The bullet wound has caused irreparable damage to your reproductive organs, and we had to take necessary measures due to the severity of the injury."

The doctor slowly retreated, allowing you to process the news. The unexpected nature of the revelation almost tempted you to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Silent tears streamed down your face as you stared at your hands, feeling a sense of hopelessness overwhelming you for the first time in a long while. Confusion and melancholy intertwined within you, leaving you unsure of what exactly you were experiencing—hatred or pure desolation.

Alejandro, too, was overcome with anguish. He collapsed onto the couch, the burden of guilt weighing heavily upon him. He had not only caused you physical harm but had also deprived you of something you longed for. He remembered the conversation you once had, where you expressed your deep desire to have triplets, giving them matching names and creating a nurturing environment for them. That night, he had drifted off to sleep, envisioning himself, you, and your little family living happily in a cozy countryside home.

Now, Alejandro was at a loss for words or actions. His mind seemed to freeze, leaving him in a state of confusion and pain. He slowly sat on the edge of your small hospital bed, reaching for your hand and whispering, "I am sorry, amor." The name tugged at your heart, simultaneously tempting you to push him away and yearning for his comforting touch.

"I know that nothing can truly make up for what you've lost, and you may come to despise me for this, but I want you to know that I am genuinely sorry," he confessed truthfully, looking into your eyes while gently cupping your chin.

"I would never hurt the ones I love."

Your gaze snapped to him, wondering if this was a figment of your imagination. His face exuded serenity, as if a burden had been lifted after his confession, feeling now lighter than a feather. Alejandro's fingers caressed your cheek, his cold touch against your burning flesh causing you to shiver. You managed to whisper, barely audible, "You... you love me?"

"If I had been blinded the moment I laid eyes on you, I would not grieve, for in that instant, I truly beheld perfection."

As if testing the waters, you leaned in closer, cupping his cheek and running your fingers through his short beard, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your touch.

Slowly, you leaned in, finding solace in a gentle kiss—an embrace filled with agony and burning passion. In that moment, there was no need for explanations, for it simply felt right.

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ivrxquack · 1 year

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Blowin bubble blowin zaza she got big ol’

Pervert!Cod x busty!reader(also very unrealistic)

“Wa wa mommy couldn’t help but notice your giganmoris titties!!”keegan said walking up

“thank you?”you said as you walked to mess hall him right beside you

“Hey ”gaz said walking up to you as soon as you walked in

“Hi gaz!”You said smiling and he smiled back staring at your boobs

“Get out my face”you said pushing him Out the way and sitting down Horangi hesh Logan and konig joining you

“What”you snapped at them

“ we can’t sit here”Horangi said

“you can’t”you said

“ they real or fake”hesh asked

“Hesh!”Logan said

“you know you were wondering the same thing”hesh said smirking as Logan scowled as ghost gaz soap keegan Kruger Rudy and alejandro came and sat at your guys table

“What do you guys want”Horangi said glaring at the new people

“We’re just sitting down”soap said smirking at you and you just stared at him in disgust

“ they bothering you boobilucious”graves asked walking up and everyone groaned

“Yea and so are you”you said getting up and storming out

‘I didn’t know I would be working with such pervert!!’you thought as you crashed into someone

“Price I am so sorry!!”you said

“It’s fine…where are you going”he asked

“don’t know”you said sighing

“Just be careful”he said smiling at you and you smiled back

“Thanks”you said speeding off

‘Finally someone with respect’you thought

“Hey there soldier”Barkov asked smirking

‘I thought he died’you thought

“Hi Barkov”you said saluting and he chuckled and you could see some of his soldiers eyeing you form the distance(they were fine as flip)

“I’ve been watching you from some time how about you join us”he asked placing his hand on your chest and his other hand on your shoulder

“No sir”you said as his soldiers came up to you(I used to ship myself with one like 2 days ago named Vladimir)

“ join” one said smirking at you

“no thanks”you said pushing them away and rushing away

‘What am I gonna do’you thought

“Yn I know those others guys do you wrong but…I’m different and I can show you how so let me suck your boobies”konig said walking up to you

“Not you to!!”you said shoving him away and storming to your room

‘Can’t escape from these pervert dilfs’you thought sighing

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end-of-violence · 10 months

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2023ラップ②

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Allstar JR / One Time I Cried

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spider-pxrkers · 4 years

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my world || jj maybank x reader

summary: jj’s in a bad state after his dad finds out about your relationship and seeks you for comfort.

a/n: this was loosely based on a real life experience so bear with me xx

warnings: implied abuse, angsty-ish, this baby boy needs the biggest hug

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i do not own any gifs used. all credits go to the original creator.

“So I heard you got yourself a girlfriend.”

JJ froze from his position at the front door, swallowing the lump in his throat before looking over his shoulder at his father who was leaning back on the couch, a half empty beer in hand.

“Where’d you hear that?” He tried to ask in his most nonchalant voice, silently cursing when his voice cracked.

“My buddy Shawn said he saw you and some h/c chick running around The Cut the other day.” Luke took another swig of beer. “Thought I’d ask.”

There was a storm of panic in JJ’s eyes. He and you had been seeing each other for a few months now and it was safe to say he thought you were the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he never shied away from letting you know. Whether it was through quick forehead pecks, lingering kisses to the nape of your neck or tackling you in bear hugs from behind, he never failed to let you know just how much you meant to him. From being the person he’d naturally gravitate towards in a crowded room, to the one who could break his heart with a smile, he was convinced you were it for him.

And that was why he’d rather see himself in the deepest parts of hell before letting his father know about you. You knew about Luke Maybank’s disposition, you’d heard your fair share about the man from the multiple instances you’d witnessed a drunk JJ scream at the world about his father. Or the countless times you’d be the one to hold and rock him during days he couldn’t bottle his emotions any longer and would crumble in front of you. It was known to the people close to him that JJ didn’t have a good relationship with his father, it was clear to everyone it took an emotional toll on him.

He’d beat himself up every time he’d break in front of you. He hated when he’d see that look of sympathy glaze in your eyes, he hated when you worried. But after months of countless embraces and words of affirmation from you, he grew to accept that it was okay to open up every now and then.

That didn’t change the fact that he’d dreaded the day his father somehow managed to find you, to inflict the same pain on you that he’d poured numerous times onto JJ already. Seeing you hurt in any way was one of JJ’s biggest fears, at the hands of his own father would be ten times worse. It’s why he’d insisted on keeping your relationship a secret. If anyone on the island saw the two of you together and it’d somehow made its way back to Luke Maybank, he’d never forgive himself.

But the very thing he feared had now managed to come true and JJ was panicking.

He quickly shook his head before placing his hand on the door handle. “Nah, I don’t do the whole girlfriend thing.”

“No yeah, he also saw the two of you at the Boneyard last week.” he heard his father grunt behind him. “Some chick named Y/N.”

JJ’s hand snapped away from the door handle and his body visibly froze, his teeth gritting. He felt a rough hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from the door and turning him around to come face to face with his dad.

“Why are you lying to me?” Luke’s voice was angry, intimidating. JJ felt his jaw clench as he raised his chin up slightly, trying to assert some sort of dominance even though he already knew how this conversation was going to end.

“I didn’t lie-”

“Then who’s the girl?”

JJ’s body began to shake, he felt his throat tighten as he clenched his fists. There was no way out of this, here he was face to face with the angriest man on the island, and he was talking about his girl. About you.

“Don’t touch her.” He warned, his voice quiet but firm.

He watched as fury boiled in his father’s eyes, he swore he saw them glow red. “Who the fuck do you think you-”

“Don’t go near her,” He continued through gritted teeth.

Luke grabbed him by the shoulders, his grime covered nails digging deep into JJ’s shirt. “Don’t ever fucking threaten me again.”

JJ swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to step away, only for the grip on his shoulder to tighten and keep him in place.

“You hear me?” Luke snarled into his face.

JJ shook his head, a tear he couldn’t control welling in his eyes as he felt his lip tremble. “Just don’t hurt her dad.” He whispered, his voice cracking in his throat.

And that was when the first fist flew, landing directly onto his cheek.

JJ walked into the Chateau that evening, a grey sleeveless shirt clinging to him as he pushed open the screen door. He took a quick glance around the room and noticed it was empty. He figured he was alone in the house before he heard the faint sound of music from inside the guest room.

He placed the case of beer in his hand on the kitchen counter before making his way to the already opened door, lightly peaking in, only to see you laying on the bed with your back to the door while cradling your phone in your hand. The sheets were spread loosely around your body and your hair was sprawled on the pillow beneath you. You looked so peaceful, JJ found himself leaning against the door frame while a smile found its way to his face.

The sound of wood creaking made you lift your head back over your shoulder, your eyes widening as you took in JJ’s tattered frame looking down at you. Spots of purple had gathered on the area beneath his eyes, a bright red cut open on his lip. You quickly kicked the sheets off from around you, getting up to move to him.

“Jesus JJ,” you mumbled, your hands moving up to frame his face as he moved off the wall, immediately leaning into your touch. “What happened?”

He chuckled at your words, as if the answer should’ve been clear. “Take a wild fucking guess, princess.”

You felt your chest tighten at his almost comical tone. “It was your dad wasn’t it?” You watched as his eyes glazed over and he averted them to the little space left between your chest and his.

“Bingo,” he uttered out, his voice cracking as he swallowed. A wave of hurt washed over you at seeing your boyfriend in such a broken state. You moved one of your hands to grasp his hand.

You didn’t notice he was shaking until his fingers wrapped around yours even tighter. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, leaning in to place a gentle kiss over his lips.

“Nah,” A weak smile appeared on his face when you pulled away, with tired eyes wandering over yours as you studied him. “I gave him a good reason to.”

You shook your head at him.“There’s never a good reason for this.”

“It’s okay.” He sniffled. “I had a pretty good reason too.”

You shook your head at him once again as you swiped your thumb under his eye to wipe away a tear that had begun to form. “You don’t deserve this.” you whispered.

He leaned into your hand that was cupping his cheek even more before grasping it with his own. “I don’t deserve you.”

You scoffed at him. “Yeah you do,” You leaned into him once more, this time pressing a kiss to the bottom of his chin. “Me and the whole fucking world if I could give it to you.”

He chuckled at you before pulling you into him for a hug, tucking your head under his chin. “Luckily I got my whole world right here.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to wrap your arms around him. “Sap.” The two of you laughed softly before you whispered into his chest, “You know I love you, right?”

“I know angel,” JJ felt a tear sting his eye, he quickly reached up to wipe it before holding you even tighter. “I love you too,”

“So, so much.”

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rosyrays · 4 years

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w e l c o m e

Hey everyone! I write imagines for most fandoms/celebs, though there are a few that I’m unfamiliar with but am willing to write for characters from it out of context from the canon plot. If you’re not sure, just ask!

My writing is not racial specific, therefore any requests that include specifics will just be tagged as x reader. This is because I want everyone to feel included and be able to imagine themselves in these fictional situations. Things like skin tone, hair colour, eye colour, etc will be left as reader insert (ex. y/h/c). However, I am a female, therefore my writi bf experience tends to lean towards female perspective, however if you wish to see a male!reader, I’m very much open to requests!

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hcywards · 4 years

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long distance — kiara carrera

summary: y/n comes to the wreck to surprise her girlfriend, and, not knowing she wasn’t interested, jj tries to flirt with her

words: 0.7k+ because i got lazy 😌

t/w: none?? kissing ig

request: this was a request from anon!

“hey! I saw that you didn’t have a ton of kiara one shots and I was wondering if you could do one where it’s a long distance relationship and the pogues don’t know so jj hits on you when you come to surprise Kiara at the wreck but when you see her after her shift you kiss her and everyone is shook?”

note: i don’t really like this but i’m in love with kie so whatever

The locals smiled at Y/N as she stepped off of the boat, recognising her as ‘the Carrera girl’s mainland best friend’, though that couldn’t be father from the truth anymore. Y/N just gave them smiles back, though, practically skipping through the docks with her excitement at seeing Kiara for the first time in months.

The Wreck wasn’t far from the docks, thankfully, which meant before long Y/N could smell the familiar combination of fries and burgers. She gave the place a once-over, looking for her girlfriend, but her search came up unsuccessful. She was probably working in the kitchen. Y/N sighed, though her smile didn’t slip from her face as she tapped her fingers on the counter, waiting impatiently for her girlfriend’s shift to be over.

As she glanced between the clock and the kitchen door, she didn’t noticed the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy approaching her, which was why she jumped when he began to talk.

“Y/N, god, I haven’t seen you in forever,” he grinned, and Y/N let her gaze stop on JJ for a second before he was looking back at the clock. Only a few more minutes, “How’s the mainland?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s cool,” Y/N responded, not bothering to look at him. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her lip between her teeth as she waited for the clock to finally tick its way to five o’clock.

“You know, you should stop by more often,” he continued. “I wouldn’t mind seeing more of you.”

Then Y/N glanced over to him, catching the tone in his words and wanting to laugh. Could the clock go any slower? She just glanced back to the clock again, chewing on her lip slightly more in her growing impatience.

Five more minutes.

JJ frowned, then, clearly not used to being ignored. “Can I get you something to eat?”

Y/N didn’t respond still, watching the clock tick closer to five pm — and, finally, her girlfriend was leaving th kitchen, undoing her apron and grinning. Her eyes hadn’t quite landed on Y/N’s yet, but, finally, they did, and her face broke into an impossibly wide smile.

“No, but my girlfriend can,” Y/N stated, and JJ frowned slightly, his head tilting to the side in confusion.

Y/N laughed, running into Kiara’s arms and almost toppling them over as she hugged the girl, the pair laughing.

Nothing had changed, really — Y/N could still smell her coconut shampoo, her fruit perfume, and, when their lips crashed together, her watermelon chapstick. She smiled against her girlfriend’s mouth, tangling her fingers in her curly hair and wishing the moment would never end. God, if only she could stay in the OBX forever. No more weekend trips, no more surprises while they were working, no more having to scramble for money because she’d taken three consecutive weekends off of work to spend time with her.

“I missed you!” Kiara mumbled against her mouth, and YN smiled wider as they finally pulled away.

JJ whistled lowly, smirking. “Damn, that was hot.” Kiara shot him a glare while Y/N snorted, letting her head rest on her girlfriend’s shoulder and refusing to move her hands from her waist while she laughed.

“Glad to see you haven’t changed,” she rolled her eyes, looking back at the blonde boy.

JJ grinned, before his grin turned into a slight frown. “Sorry I was trying to flirt with your girlfriend, Kie.”

Kiara gave him a smile, just pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek and leading her towards the table John B and Pope were sat at, still talking and not paying attention to what’d been going on by the counter. She cleared her throat, and the two boys looked over at her expectantly. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

The pair nodded, smiling, and Pope gave Y/N an awkward wave; they’d only spoken twice, so they didn’t exactly know each other very well.

“Congrats, Kie, you’re getting laid more than John B,” JJ joked, ruffling his best friend’s hair as he passed, and flopping down onto the chair lazily.

The five laughed, and an easy atmosphere soon fell over them as Y/N and Kiara sat down on the booth seat, Kiara resting her head on Y/N’s shoulder and playing with her fingers while Y/N talked to her friends, getting to know the people Kiara had told her so much about better.

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salty-rey · 1 year

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The Daycare's Janitor | Part 46

Sun getting to talk more with the siblings! Sorry that this part is short as well, but I promise, things are gonna get exciting soon!

Thank you for sticking this long in my story!

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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We Loved, Once | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

anonymous asked: 🪳 I hope you’re day is going well and what not.

Anyway hear me out a big break up with soap but like a year or two later he finds out you’re with Rudy.

"Nothing ever lasts forever"

"Don't you dare look at me like that"

"Who else have I got?"

"Don't go, don't go"

(Also Rudy kinda reminds me of those handsome Greek statues please agree with me on this everyone tell me I’m wrong)

summary: you really didn't want to have your ex back in your life, but at least your boyfriend will stand up for you.

tws: swearing, arguments, physical fighting, blood and injury

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"Well, if you're so fucking tired of me, why don't you fuck off?!" His voice was raised, Scottish accent cutting through as he slammed his hand on the table. "Huh?! Take your fucking stupid mouth and run it at someone who actually fuckin' cares!"

Those were the last words that Soap had ever spoken to you, in a few months it would be three years since you had broken up, and what he had said had cut you so deeply that you were sure, if you ever laid eyes on him again, you would be sick; it was a pointless argument, all over something stupid, every poisonous thing that had left his lips had been out of anger, but that didn't change anything.

You were glad you didn't see him again after that, even more glad that you were now with Rodolfo, who only ever raised his voice if you were in another room and he was calling for you to join him; sweet Rodolfo, who would rather shoot himself than say that he didn't care about something you did. Gentle Rodolfo, who would pepper your face in kisses every morning and every night that you were together. You adored him, from the way he loved you so tenderly, through to the annoying way he would softly tug at the waistband of your trousers when he walked past.

You were sure that, if you were going to marry anyone, it would have been Rodolfo; you loved Soap that much once, but that love had died softly, only to be buried in a fire of slamming doors and hitting tables. Soap never much crossed your mind; it was neither your fault or his that you had both fallen out of love, but a petty argument shortly after had set everything alight, and now you didn't want to see him again. Ever. You didn't even want to hear his name.

It was a fine sunny day today, you and Rodolfo were lounging on the grass after he and Alejandro had completed their daily run; his black sweat soaked shirt rested under his head as he eagerly pulled you over so that your head was resting on his chest. The warm grass beneath you both made you yearn to fall asleep, but you both knew that Alejandro would have you both up and running home soon enough; you had to make the most of what you were given.

You were just about to drift off when a shadow covered the sun.

"Ale, five more minutes," Rodolfo groaned.

"Alejandro's over there," that voice. That accent. It made you instinctively get behind Rodolfo when he sat upright. "Sorry to interrupt."

Rodolfo clenched his jaw slightly. "Is this a work matter? If so, Sergeant Mactavish, it can be dealt with at the Los Vaqueros' base. Not here."

Soap shook his head. "Personal matter, Sergeant Major... I didn't know you were seeing my boyfriend."

"Ex boyfriend," you corrected with a snap. "And if I didn't make myself clear by avoiding you for the past two years, I don't wanna fucking see you. And who I date is none of your fucking business, either."

Rodolfo nodded, taking a moment to grab your hand in his as he dared to give it a little squeeze. "I think you should leave."

"I just..." Soap sighed as he shook his head. "I wanna clear the air."

"No," you shook your head. "Not happening."

"You heard him," Rodolfo stood up, staying as close as he could but making sure that he was between you and your ex. "He doesn't want to see you, Cabron."

Soap sighed, shaking his head; he just wanted to clear the air, just wanted to make it known that he really was sorry and that, more than anything, he wanted to have your friendship back. He missed that kind of love, the type that made his sides hurt when he laughed too much and the type that made him feel like he wasn't completely alone. More than anything, he missed the platonic love that you used to hold for each other.

But he could tell that he wasn't wanted, so he threw his hands up, and frowned as he turned around, leaving again; only this time, it wasn't you that walked away.

When he was out of earshot, Rodolfo sat back down between your legs, and cradled your face in his hands as he raised his brows a little. "You okay, mi amor?"

You nodded, leaning into his touch as you dared to crack a smile. "Yeah, no, I'm fine... seeing him again just brings up... doesn't matter."

"As long as you're sure you're okay," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You wanna go find Ale?"

"Sure," you agreed, taking his hand and letting him help pull you to your feet. "I love you, Rudy, really, I do."

"I know," he slung his arm over your shoulders. "I wouldn't doubt that just because your ex came over."

The rest of the day had gone swimmingly well, and you were more than happy by the time that you and Rodolfo got home; hardly able to stop grinning as you kissed him and fumbled to get through the door. But just as you sat on his lap when he got in his chair, the doorbell rang, and you groaned, pressing your forehead against the side of his neck.

"For fuck's sake..."

Laughing softly, Rodolfo gently pat your thigh as he grabbed the front of your shirt and kept you close. "Don't go, don't go."

The doorbell rang again, and you growled softly. "They're not gonna fuck off, baby."

"Cachorro," he growled back. "Just ignore it, they'll go away."

"I won't be long," you chuckled, kissing him softly as you got off of his lap. "Don't worry, it's probably just an axe murderer."

"Don't say those things," Rodolfo huffed, following you just in case.

You unlatched the door, and the second you opened it, you got the urge to slam it.

"Can you not take fuck off as an answer?" You hissed.

"I'm just here to clear the air," Soap threw his hands up, exposing his palms. "Please."

"Fine," you grabbed Rodolfo's hand, only relaxing when he started to gently run his thumb across your knuckles. "Talk."

"I'm sorry for what I said back then," he started, "it was fuckin' out of order for me to say it. I acted like a knob... and I'm really sorry."

"Okay," you shrugged. "Now fuck off. We had plans for the night."

"Please," Soap whispered. "I miss you... I miss when we were friends."

"You told me nobody gave a shit about my opinions," you started, "said that I should run my mouth at someone who cares - and look! I found someone who does."

"I think you better leave," Rodolfo glared at Soap.

"You ain't part of this," Soap hissed. "You stole my boyfriend."

"Amor, go call Alejandro," Rodolfo told you. "I have to talk with Mactavish outside."

You nodded, kissing his cheek sweetly. "Be careful."

Rodolfo stepped outside, pushing Soap back before he stuffed his hands in his pockets and glared at the Sergeant. "You told him that?"

Soap nodded, hanging his head in shame as he bit at the inside of his lip. "I did... I didn't mean it, but-"

"You told him no one cares about what he has to say," Rodolfo growled, shaking his head. "What a fucking piece of shit."

"I didn't mean it!" Soap yelped. "Besides, who the fuck are you to speak? You fucking stole him from me!"

"He's his own man," Rodolfo clenched his jaw, listening out for Alejandro's old muscle car. "He wasn't your boyfriend. You hurt him, pendejo."

The roar of the car's engine wasn't far, and you soon stepped outside as you sat on the doorstep. "Rudy, if you kick his ass, I'll stop making jokes about axe murderers ringing our doorbell."

The car parked outside, and Alejandro leaned against it as he held his phone. "Evening, (y/n)!"

"Evening, Ale!"

You made your way over when Rodolfo grabbed Soap by the front of his shirt and swept his leg under his, easily putting the Scotsman on the floor.

"You hurt him," Rodolfo hissed. "And you keep hurting him by being here."

"I just wanted to-"

"Don't make me hurt you," Rodolfo growled, shaking his head. "Just say you'll leave, apologise to (y/n), and never come back."

"You're filming right?" You asked, and when Alejandro nodded, you hummed. "Good."

Rodolfo wasn't letting Soap go anywhere, more self control than you ever would have had; Soap was crying, begging and pleading for just one last word with you, just to say goodbye.

"It's not up to me to say whether you can speak," Rodolfo grumbled. "It's up to him."

"I don't wanna speak!" You shouted over. "He can go fuck himself!"

Alejandro nodded in agreement. "Kick his ass, Rudy!"

"Please don't," Soap sighed. "Please... without him, who else have I got?"

"You've got the one four one," Rodolfo pointed out, landing the first punch and making Soap cough and splutter. "Try again."

"I know nothing lasts forever, but I need him," Soap begged.

The second punch made him howl as he struggled to grab his nose, complaining that it had been broken. The third landed at his chest, and he coughed loudly as he winced and wriggled around to try and free himself.

"My money's on Rudy," you muttered.

"Si," Alejandro nodded. "Mío también... Soap's not got a dog in the game."

He crouched down to get a better angle, letting you lean against him slightly.

The punches kept making Soap howl as he struggled to get away, but Rodolfo wasn't going to let him go so easily, and kept hitting him; Alejandro kept filming, and you stood there, wondering how the fuck you got so lucky. Rodolfo wasn't even fighting to keep you, wasn't fighting over you, he was fighting to make sure that Soap was fucking sorry for what he had said and to make sure that he would leave you alone.

The more you thought about it, the more you couldn't deny that you could see yourself being with Rodolfo for years and years; you might have loved Soap once, but you knew you would love Rodolfo for a lifetime. Only when your ex stopped wriggling did Rodolfo finally get up, looking at you apologetically as he came over.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I got blood on my hands."

"Don't you dare look at me like that," you smiled as you put your hands on his waist and pulled him close. "I don't care if you got blood on your hands... you... you stuck up for me."

"Por supuesto," Rodolfo shrugged, daring to steal a quick kiss. "I love you, what else would I have done?"

Alejandro got back up, turning the camera on you and your boyfriend as he grinned. "And we have a happy ending."

You rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh when Rodolfo started to kiss at your neck, you playfully put your hand against the phone camera. "Stop!"

"Look how happy he is," Alejandro teased, waiting for you to drop your hand before he zoomed in on your face. "When's the wedding, (y/n)?"

"Next year," Rodolfo answered, pulling away as he smiled at you, hope in his big brown eyes. "Right?"

"I could do next year," you agreed, putting your hand on his face. "But I'm retracting my promise."

"What promise?"

"No axe murderer jokes," you chuckled. "I'm gonna keep making them."

He rolled his eyes, but grinned. "I wouldn't expect anything else."

Soap knew that enough was enough, he knew he would never have you back in his life, so he groaned as he tried to get up, grabbing his phone and calling Ghost to come pick him up; nobody so much as glanced at him as he sobbed throughout the phone call, miserably dragging himself down the street to where Ghost said he would meet him after giving him the "I told you so" speech.

"You wanna come inside?" You asked as you turned to Alejandro, gently raking a hand through Rodolfo's hair.

"Sure," he shrugged. "Why not?"

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avenging-fandoms · 6 years

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avenging-fandom’s fake social media posts

THE FSM I CAN MAKE!!

- instagram

- twitter

- snapchat

- text messages

- facetime call

ACTORS:

Love / Ross Butler

Traveling / Ross Butler

Admit / Ross Butler

Adopting a Dog / Ross Butler

Engagement / Ross Butler

Marriage / Ross Butler

Zoo Date / Ross Butler

First Born / Ross Butler

Disneyland / Ross Butler

Italy / Ross Butler

Night In / Noah Centineo

Visits / Noah Centineo

Facetime/ Noah Centineo

Love / Dylan O’Brien

Twins / Richard Madden

Instagram Photo Dump / Drew Starkey

Instagram Photo Dump / Rudy Pankow

SHAWN MENDES:

Wedding

Thank You

Song for y/n

Supportive Girlfriend

Revealing The Relationship

Traveling

Baby Announcement

His Birthday

VMAs - Twitter

Photographer Girlfriend

New Song

Day Off

Trip to NYC

Italy Tourists

HARRY STYLES:

Relationship

Missing you and his baby

New Song

Quaranting Together

Going Public

1D Fan

In The Studio

SHAMELESS:

POWER RANGERS:

Work Out / Jason Scott

MARVEL:

MARVEL ACTORS:

Love / Tom Holland

Best Friends turned Lovers / Tom Holland

Secret Spilled / Tom Holland

Daughter!Downey / Tom Holland

Cheater / Tom Holland

Best Friends / Sebastian Stan

Young / Sebastian Stan

His Birthday / Sebastian Stan

YOUTUBERS:

Cute / Andrew Siwicki

Engagement / Andrew Siwicki

Comments / Andrew Siwicki

Show Off / Andrew Siwicki

Babysitter / Garrett Watts

Best Friends / Garrett Watts

Relationship / Kian Lawley

New Car / Ethan Dolan

BILLY HARGROVE:

Underwear

Admiration

Photo shoot

STEVE HARRINGTON:

Appreciation

Lovely

Love / steve x male reader

STRANGER THINGS:

Girlfriend / Nancy Wheeler

DACRE MONTGOMERY:

Internet Girl

Joe’s Sister; My Girlfriend

Engaged

Date Night

Painting

Cast Love

Cook

Husband (male!yn)

Wedding

2 year anniversary

High School Sweethearts

..Surprise?

Soccer Player

Studying

Accident

#AdoptDontShop

Traveling

JOE KEERY:

Disneyland

Honeymoon

One Year

Photo shoot

Lazy Day

Pregnancy Announcement

Spa Day

Girlfriend

RIVERDALE:

Girlfriends / Betty Cooper

Pregnant / Sweet Pea

New Baby / Sweet Pea

Prom / Sweet Pea

“Just friends” / Sweet Pea

New Serpent / Sweet Pea

Southside core five / Sweet Pea

Mechanics / Sweet Pea

Protective / Sweet Pea

Secret / Sweet Pea

Graduation / Sweet Pea

Color Party / Sweet Pea

Baby Shower / Sweet Pea

Work Out / Sweet Pea

Break Up / Sweet Pea

Break Up / Sweet Pea (pt. 2)

Long Distance / Sweet Pea

Summer Lovin’ / Sweet Pea

Sext / Sweet Pea (NSFW)

Hockey Player / Fangs Fogarty x male reader

Recover / Fangs Fogarty

Arts and Crafts / Fangs Fogarty

Girlfriend / Toni Topaz

Road Trip / Southside core four

Amusement Park / Southside core four

RIVERDALE ACTORS:

Cast appreciation / All cast

Jealous / Drew Ray Tanner

Off-Guard / Drew Ray Tanner

Behind the Scenes / Drew Ray Tanner

Love / Drew Ray Tanner

Facetime / Drew Ray Tanner (NSFW)

Work Out / Drew Ray Tanner

Cast Posts / Drew Ray Tanner

Dad / Drew Ray Tanner

New Baby / Drew Ray Tanner

Backyard Drive-In / Drew Ray Tanner

Announcement / Jordan Connor

Show Off / Jordan Connor

Doctor / Jordan Connor

New Girl / Jordan Connor

Crush / Jordan Connor

Baby Announcement / Jordan Connor

Break Up / Jordan Connor

Love / Cole Sprouse

Marriage / Cole Sprouse

Good ‘Ol Days / Skeet Ulrich

Announcement / Skeet Ulrich

Date Night / Charles Melton

Risqué / Charles Melton

Baby / Charles Melton

Date Night / Charles Melton

Hiking Trip / Charles Melton

Newborn / Charles Melton

Text Messages / KJ Apa (semi-NSFW)

Date Night / KJ Apa

Puppy Love / KJ Apa

His Birthday / Casey Cott

“Friends” / Lili Reinhart

Hype / Lili Reinhart

Hawaii / Lili Reinhart

Love / Camila Mendes

Relationship Revealed / Camila Mendes

Girl Crush / Vanessa Morgan

13 REASONS WHY:

Love / Jeff Atkins

Pool Date / Zach Dempsey

Basketball / Zach Dempsey

Road Trip / Zach Dempsey

Driving / Zach Dempsey

Surprise Date / Zach Dempsey

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icarustypicalfall · 8 months

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Little Crab

Rodolfo parra x reader fic

Guess who decided to write a comfort fic for fall4rudy based on a story she wrote when she was 4?

ofc me :D enjoy this cute little thing :3

this isn't inspired by any official prompt for the event unfortunately, but i really wanted to write something that felt close to my heart :)

tysm @glitterypirateduck for hosting this beautiful contest about my fav charachter🤭 tysm to anyone who wrote about him, y'all are really incredible and so talented 🫶🏻💗

inspired by @\-jaXXon- bot on cai!!

summary: waking up from a nightmare was never a pleasant moment. But only when you held him close, he felt safe.

warnings: sfw, no use of yn just you, mentions of (nightmares, slight ptsd, self conscious, war, breakdowns), comfort, pure fluff, slight angst

note: if you dont want to read the parts about the incident, you can scror down to the three stars, it wont affect the story :D

"honey i belong with you, and only you, baby"

Your husband, Rudy, returned home from his mission a month ago. Typically, his cherished moments were the vacations he enjoyed after lengthy missions, allowing him to spend quality time with you and make up for the time spent apart.

Upon his return, he shared with you the incident he experienced while searching for Hassan—a traumatic encounter with a fire that left him terrified and in tears. His rescue by Alejandro made him feel reborn, yet the searing heat of the fire still lingers, creeping through his being to reach his core and grip his heart at times.

Since his homecoming, you discovered that Rudy suffers from nightmares, often waking up in the early hours of the morning, breathless and panicked. Seeking solace and reassurance, he turns to you, the only person he allows himself to be vulnerable to.

As you cradle him, he never ceases to apologize for disturbing your sleep or causing you to be late for work, blaming himself for the burden he believes he imposes on you.

One evening, as you sat together at the dinner table, Rudy whispered with his head bowed, his fingers fidgeting with his spoon, "I'm sorry, mi Cielo. I shouldn't be such a crybaby to you... I truly don't want to."

No need to mention how hard you tried to not cry as you cradled him later, with both of you sprawled on the couch, soaking in the silence to the bones.

No matter how often you assure him that you don't mind comforting him, even if it means waking up in the middle of the night, his guilt persists.

He cannot shake these self-conscious thoughts, despite the numerous missions he has accomplished and the abilities he possesses. Rudy cannot bear the feeling of being a burden or not being good enough, even amidst his trauma and fears.

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In the dimly lit room, it was nearly three in the morning, and you found yourself awakened by your husband's restlessness. His face contorted in discomfort, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

Gently shaking his shoulder, you roused him, his eyes snapping open, his brows furrowed, struggling to steady his breath. Brimming with shame, fear, and anguish, Rudy squeezed your hand, a tear escaping his eyes as he looked down.

"Forgive me, amor... I've awakened you once more..."

Your hand cradled his jaw, feeling the warmth radiating from his soft cheek beneath your cool touch. With your thumb, you gently wiped away his tear, tilting your head as you offered a reassuring smile.

"Don't apologize, my darling, I don't mind.. Tell me.. how do you feel"

His eyes shimmered, and though the room was dim, you could detect a faint blush adorning his cheeks. Leaning into your touch, he closed his eyes and murmured, "Tired... But I don't think I can sleep again... Perhaps I'll watch a movie or something. You should go back to sleep, mi Cielo."

Knowing him all too well, aware of his reluctance to impose or seek more attention, you shook your head and enveloped him in a tight embrace. Rudy hugged you back immediately, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. Without thinking, your hand absentmindedly stroked his shiny waves as you sighed.

"Stay with me. I don't want you to leave."

He nodded, uttering something unintelligible, but you assumed it was an affirmation. Drawing circles on his back, the quiet ambiance calmed both of you. An idea sparked in your mind, and you smiled nostalgically at the thought before tugging gently on Rudy's hair to capture his attention. He looked at you, now more serene, seemingly finding solace in the rhythm of your heartbeat as he listened.

"Would you like to hear a story, amor?"

His brow furrowed, but he nodded nonetheless, resting his cheek on your shoulder as he gazed into your eyes.

"Please don't judge me, but I wrote it when I was four."

He chuckled, nodding before resting his head on your shoulder.

"Once upon a time, in the deep blue sea, there lived a crab with his family. His name was Little Crab."

Rudy smiled, nuzzling closer to you, his eyes closing as you continued to caress his hair.

"Little Crab was kind-hearted, always offering help to his family and neighbors. Yet, he harbored a fear."

Rudy nodded, contented sighs escaping his lips.

"Little Crab was afraid of venturing into the ocean. He had never dared to explore its depths, fearing he might never return to his loved ones."

"Oh, that must have been truly saddening," Rudy murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

"Well, yes, it was... until Little Crab discovered just how much he was loved, how everyone eagerly awaited his return, and how they never gave up on him. Encouraged by their support, he mustered the courage to try. And he succeeded! Little Crab learned to swim, he became the most adventurous crab in the deep blue sea."

Rudy's breathing had steadied, his eyes now filled with admiration as he gazed at you. "That's a beautiful story, mi amor. Thank you."

You smiled, the weight of his nightmares momentarily lifted. "Rudy, just like Little Crab, you have the strength to overcome your fears. And I will always be here, supporting you every step of the way. Te quiero mucho, amor."

As you both settled back into bed, a sense of peace washed over you. The room was now filled with the soft rhythm of Rudy's breathing, a testament to the comfort and solace you were able to provide.

Knowing he felt safe with you made your heart flutter. Rudy was a fire and you were a moth, flying right into the flames, burning with the despair of war and fear but rejoicing the glory of your long-standing love and commitment to one another.

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salty-rey · 1 year

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The Daycare's Janitor | Part 44

Even robotic boyfriends get nervous when meeting their partner's family.

Sorry that this part is short. I was struggling with dialogue for this arc of the story. Slowly getting it down, though!

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salty-rey · 1 year

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The Daycare's Janitor | Part 43

No sickness is gonna keep me down! Thank you for your patience, everyone!

As a special treat, we get another glimpse at my Lunar Eclipse. While finalizing their designs, I know that my Lunar Eclipse would be red and oranges, while my Solar Eclipse would be pale yellows, black and white. They will make their full appearance soon, don't worry!

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Floods | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

anonymous asked: “You’re the reason the sun shines down” with Rudy. Just some nice fluff where the reader and Rudy are having a soft moment after a battle that left both of them injured.

summary: a moment of peace in a never ending war is a miracle, but knowing that the man you love is alive is an even better thing.

tws: graphic depictions of war, swearing, injury and death detail

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Water rushed through the scarred land, mixing ash and rubble and dirt and blood, taking barbed wire fences and men along with it; the gates were unlocked, opened, allowing the water to course through with harshness in hopes that the flood would further prevent the enemy from advancing. Enemies and friends washed away along with the sands that told their stories; some rejoiced, most mourned.

Days of fighting had lead up to this moment, too many soldiers at the very edge of anxiety, too many wondering if the water would take them, too; but it had to come to this, the enemy was using toxic gas and mortars, shelling the fuck out of anything that moved and shooting anything that breathed. The trees that once stood proudly became broken and charred, only a few scraps of branches left on once thick trunks, and now they were being carried by the water, towards the sea.

The smell of toxic gas was still thick and heavy, the cries of the wounded and dead still echoed within the gushing water, everything had been lost; those who were lucky enough to make it out alive were still heavily wounded. Burns from the gas, broken pieces of flesh from gunshots and bombings alike, many had deep gashes from barbed wire, too many would die of gangrene. Friend and foe sat upon the tops of buildings where it was safe, and wondered if it was all worth it; if it was really worth destroying land and life just for a stupid battle.

You couldn't say for certain if it was, nursing a wound from barbed wire as you laid on your back and looked at the plant pot full of wilting poppies; you could hear larks in the sky singing, and sighed, closing your eyes. It had been months since you heard larks. Brave little things. Those who survived weren't alive, that much was obvious; how could one be alive when he had seen such atrocities? When he had seen friend and foe die slowly and with great agony?

There was a time when the surviving and the true dead were the same; when they lived as much as anyone else, when they had friends and family, pets and children. They saw the same dawn as much as anyone else, felt the glow of sunset on their backs and felt the sunrise on their faces just like everyone else. They lived, they loved, just like everybody else - so why did they have to die? Why were they given orders to go and die, when politicians sat by and allowed it to happen?

The quarrel belonged with politicians, not normal people. The quarrel was with the rich and powerful, the government and monarchies more than anyone else; not with men who were simply told to go and die. There was no such thing as an enemy, as a foe. They were just like you. They sang, they danced, they ate warm bread dipped in olive oil, they loved their parents and felt love in return, they prayed and they laughed. There was no difference.

A shadow covered you, and although you didn't want to, you opened your weary eyes; you sighed when you caught a glimpse of deep brown eyes and dark hair.

"Rudy..."

He collapsed down beside you, searching for your hand and holding it limply, so drained of energy that he could have slept for a thousand years. He sniffled. "You good?"

"Leg caught barbed wire," you murmured. "Fucked my knee up."

Rodolfo nodded, letting out a wince as he tried his best to sigh. "My arm got caught."

"So we're both broken," you grumbled, holding his hand tighter. If he didn't have the strength to hold your hand, you would hold his tighter.

"Lo parece," he mumbled. "Al menos se acabo, eh?"

You nodded. Closing your eyes to try and avoid looking anywhere, scared you would see men dying in ways that would haunt even the most hardy and apathetic of men; a war couldn't end war, and a flood couldn't end a battle forever. For now, the survivors could rest, and although you were meant to be shedding each other's blood, when a young man from the opposite side came along with one of his injured comrades, you and Rodolfo helped them.

They shared bread with you, spoke of their families and how, even though they weren't allowed to admit it, they were scared and didn't want to fight; you sat together, ate together. There was no enemy. Just men thrown into a war they didn't want to fight.

When they slept, you and Rodolfo took up the positions to protect them; with the skies turning darker, you knew that you would have to face the consequence of helping men on the opposite side. But that could wait. He looked at you, weak and blood stained, and smiled.

"Always so kind."

You shook your head. "This isn't kindness. Kindness would be getting them out of the war."

Rodolfo nodded in agreement, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of bent cigarettes; he gave you one and lit it before doing it for himself. "You're still a better man than half of the ones on our side. They would have shot these boys."

"Isn't that part of the reason you asked me to be your boyfriend?" You asked, weakly joking as you swallowed thickly and searched to see if there was any water left in your flask.

"Un poco," Rodolfo smiled. "It helps that you're the reason the sun shines down."

You wanted to roll your eyes, wanted to tell him that he was being stupid and cheesy again, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it; the war had stripped everyone of everything, the best thing in the world to you in that moment was the things that made you smile. Humanity always managed to break through, even at the worst of times.

"Maybe..." you swallowed thickly. "Maybe, we could smuggle the boys home with us - cachorro, they're... they don't belong in a warzone. It's the least we can do for them."

The smile on his lips faded, and slowly, he shook his head. "They'd be branded traitors and cowards if they left."

"Is it better to be dead, or a coward?"

"I know you mean well," Rodolfo dared to make his way over to you, gently holding your face in his hands as he shook his head again. "But... we have no power. We're soldiers, (y/n), we can't make these decisions."

"Rudy-"

"We can't change things," he told you. "We can protect them for the time being, that's the best we can do, corazón."

"Don't let them out of our sight," you begged softly.

"I won't." He took a look around, and sighed. "Get some rest. We'll escort them to the Red Crescent medics in the morning, get us all looked at... I'll stand guard."

You were reluctant, but you wanted to believe him as you started to lie down, your head in his lap as you grumbled and brought your leg up, your knee against your stomach as you tried not to focus too much on the pain; you wanted to believe Rodolfo more than anything, but you knew the nature of warfare all too well.

"You're a fine man," he said softly. "I'll keep us all safe."

His arm was aching, a throbbing sharp pain coursing through where it had been cut open, but at least he could take some relief in knowing that you were safe and alive; sure, he didn't count on being joined by the two young men, but the very least that he could do was make sure that they made it through the night as well.

Former foes now friends as they both moved to be closer to you and your boyfriend, he didn't mind, it made it easier to keep everyone safe; slowly, Rodolfo reached down, and laid his hand on your chest just to feel you breathing. You fidgeted, snuggling into him, and he sighed. A flood wouldn't stop a battle forever, but it would stop it for a small while. He wanted to make the most of it.

"Mi rayo de sol," he hummed. "Demasiado amable para tu propio bien."

But, that was why he loved you.

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