hereâs a self indulgent college lip x sorority girl fic that i started at least a month ago. she's been rotting in my drafts, but she's free nowđđ 18+ for drinking, general shameless themes, but otherwise sfw. one use of y/n saur sorry. lip pov!
lipâs phone rings a little past three in the morning, the ringtone he set specially for you so he wouldnât miss your calls. he rolls over, hand searching in the mess of sheets for his phone until he finds it and swipes to answer your call before it goes to voicemail.
lip hears chatter and faint music on the other end of the line and he vaguely remembers you telling him about a big sorority event this week, but heâd only been half listening, his brain focused more on his engineering homework.
âbaby? âs real late,â he says groggily. âwhatcha need?â
âliiiiiip,â you say, and lip can tell youâre drunk. âiâm at kap sig⊠i think.â you giggle, and despite his worry lip smiles at the sound.
âyou need me to come get you?â he hums, already out of bed and pulling on a pair of sweats. his feet find a pair of sandals he knows he shouldn't be wearing in early march, but he strides towards the door nonetheless and takes his keys from the hook.
"yes please! 's me, sarah, an' my babyyy!!! say hiiii katy!" the line crackles a bit as you hold out your cell and katy cheers "hiiiii y/n's boyfriend!"
lip notices the sharp chill in the air, and hums softly as he unlocks his car door. "are you cold?" he asks you, neck craning towards the backseat for a second to check for a jacket. in the same second, he manages the key into the ignition, so the moment he turns back toward the windshield he can crank it and go.
"noooo! was all sweaty in there, feels good outside."
"good, that's good baby," his phone beeps against his shoulder nd her frowns. "hey, uh, my battery's low. i'm gonna hang up, but you just stay put m'kay?"
"oookaaayyyy," you say, with a sweet giggle at the end. "bye bye!"
a final beep! signifies you've hung up, and in the silence lip finds himself urging the gas pedal down harder. he turns a couple of corners, pulls into an apartment lot, and turns his hazards on while he slows to a mere crawl. partygoers stumble around the lot and his eyes search for you, finally spotting you in the corner. a very drunk sarah sits at your feet, and you're dancing with a girl he assumes is katy.
he rolls slowly up to the curb, slides down his window, and hangs out with a grin. "hey sarah! can you get my girl f'me?"
sarah grins when she recognizes lip, and she leans backwards towards you. "hey!" she tugs at your jacket. "lip's here, c'mon help me up."
you and katy lift sarah up, and the two girls clamber into the backseat while you slide into the front. lip watches you shut the door, reaching out and brushing away the lipstick smudge on your chin. you turn around, a starstruck grin on your face. you blush and accept the kiss he plants on your cheek before focusing on getting out of the apartment lot. "buckle up baby," he mumbles, and squeezes your thigh after shifting the car into drive.
end.
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You are not immune to men's thighs
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if there's one thing we can learn from this booping experience it's that we need to give people notes and interact with them for tumblr to be fun and thriving
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i genuinely hope that boop day inspires everyone to interact more with other tumblr users. because itâs clearly way more fun this way!! even once the boop button is gone, thereâs still asks, tag and ask games, comments, dms, fuck it letâs bring back blog rates i donât care. part of the reason that tumblr is dying is that its way less social than it used to be. letâs fix that!!
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hi lovely can i get a carmy x college reader where she comes to his for dinner when the dining hall food is bad đ„čđ«¶đ»
YES YOU CAN
he's grumbling, pouring over his notebook with a cigarette dangling from his lips. he can't get this one recipe right and it's pissing him the fuck off. he's so pissed, in fact, that he doesn't even hear the door unlock. he ends up throwing the notebook across the room, burying the heels of his palms in his eyesockets. suddenly, you feel really bad about coming here to bother him, trying to sneak back out.
"what're you doin' here, sugar?" he asks.
"was just leaving, i didn't wanna bother you." he sighs deeply, standing up from the floor. he walks over to you, taking your hands in his.
"what's going on?" you blink a few times, thinking about how stupid your disruption really is.
"the dining hall food is bad and i haven't really been eating much. came over here cause i was hungry and-"
"you wanted me to cook for ya, sugar?"
"yeah," you frown, "but you don't have to. you're stressed."
"and my girlfriend's hungry," he says, kissing your forehead. he squeezes your hands gently before pulling you into a hug, "what can i make for you?" as you think, he scoops you up and plops you on the counter, standing between your legs. he brushes your hair out of your face, smiling at you. the stress lines seem to melt away from his face the longer he looks at you.
âmake me whatever you feel like making,â you say, smiling at him, âlong as itâs warm, i donât care, itâll be yummy.â
âbear secret menu item?â you giggle at his words.
âyouâre just saying that so you donât have to admit to stealing sydâs ideas.â
âsyd can butt the fuck out of my relationship.â he starts taking some ingredients out.
ânothing too elaborate, carm, just messy and warm.â
âare you hungry now or can you wait?â
âi can wait. i brought my bag, iâve got some reading to do.â he nods. you slip off of the counter, grabbing your book and notes out of your bag while he starts to cook. the smells enter your nose while you study, and your stomach grumbles loudly.
âwhen was the last time you ate?â
âgood food?â he laughs.
âany food, sugar.â
âi had⊠a cereal bar this morning.â
âthatâs all?â you nod. he sighs.
âhow about i make you dinner, and then get some stuff ready for leftovers?â
âplease?â he laughs softly.
ââcourse, princess.â he starts to chop up some veggies as you pull out your books and laptop. immediately, the stress of school comes back, and you find yourself rubbing at your forehead already. as you;âre getting into the nitty gritty of your notes from your lecture earlier today, you see a glass of wine get dropped off at the table.
âgotta relax more, sugar. all that stress is gonna take a toll on you.â you smile up at him, swirling the wine in your glass before taking a sip.
âyou donât like this one.â you say as he takes a sip as well, âyou hate pinot.â he shrugs.
âpairs well with the food.â
âno it doesnât.â
âno it doesnât.â he nods, repeating what you said and agreeing. you smile as he turns around, taking a sip of his wine. you can see the sides of his neck tense up, and you imagine the scrunched up look on his face from the taste of the wine.
âcarmy-â
âitâs good, yummy.â he says, taking another sip and fighting the sour look on his face.
âi love you.â you laugh. he grumbles and goes back to the kitchen to cook.
soon enough, youâve got a steaming hot plate of food in front of you, and your laptop gets whisked away.
âeat, and then study if you need to, but youâre not touching this until your stomach is brimming with food. iâve got seconds.â
âwonât you come eat with me?â you ask, a pout on your face. he tuts.
âyeah yeah.â he refills the wine glasses, his wine looking much darker than yours this go around.
âcab sauv? not the best pairing.â
âbetter than fucking pinot.â
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Only The Fools Fall [John "Soap" MacTavish]
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Same Timezone
John 'Soap' MacTavish / fem!Reader
Summary:Â Â Johnny is finally coming home to his girlfriend.
Content:Â Â pure fluff, long-distance relationships, coming-home-from-deployment, civilian girlfriend
Word Count:Â 1.4k
Notes: For @buzzyb33 who asked for a continuation of Different Timezones! đ«¶đ» However, this can also be read as a standalone piece.đ€ I hope y'all are ready to meet my favorite oc character: Soap's grandma.
Johnnyâs leg bounced nervously as he watched the citylights and snowflakes drift past the window of his taxi. Glasgow had been blessed by some heavy early snow instead of rain this year, people milling about on the sidewalks with thick scarfs and red cheeks, an old man complaining as he tugged his dog along.
He saw it, but didnât actually take anything that was happening around him in.Â
His flight had been delayed by almost two hours, and his thunderous mood must have shown on his face, since not even the usual (and quite lovely) customs control lady, Martina, had said a word about his newly collected passport stamps. Sheâd just waved him through in a hurry after checking his gun licence, casting nervous glances at Johnny. Maybe heâd bring some cookies around when he left for deployment as an apology.Â
But, in his defence, he was late for his own coming-home party.Â
So late in fact, that Johnny was sure no one was waiting for him any longer, and that their friends and his family had all gone home before the forecast blizzard hit.Â
Heâd only gotten his request for leave approved at the very last moment, and taken the next flight home two days later. His phone had died approximately three hours ago, just as he had been about to land. To say that he was in a foul mood was putting it mildly.
They pulled up to his address, and he hastily paid the outrageous fare as he exited, then rounded the booth and slung his heavy backpack over one shoulder, not even waiting for his change.Â
The brick house was dark from the outside, a thick layer of snow making the steps slippery as Johnny rummaged around for the keys. One of their neighbours had already put up Christmas decorations, and a blinking reindeer shone down at him through their fogged up window.Â
The front door fell shut behind him with a heavy clang, and then he was bounding up the stairs, trailing snow and sludge behind as he went.Â
No noise was to be heard outside their sunflower yellow entryway, courtesy of the time his girlfriend had watched one too many DIY videos during lockdown, and Johnnyâs heart sank a little as he dropped his bag by the coathanger and then kicked off his boots.
Heâd secretly hoped that at least his girlfriend would still be awake, and perhaps-
Just as he scraped the key around the lock, the door flew inwards. Bright lights suddenly turned on all at once, and the sheer wall of noise that greeted him was enough to make Johnny stagger backwards in a fright.
About ten different people hollered âWELCOME HOME!â at once, and then suddenly, blissfully, a warm body slammed into him.Â
He just about managed to catch his girlfriend as they almost tumbled down the staircase, her legs around him and face pressed so tightly into his neck that he couldnât make out a single word she was shouting. Her soft hair brushed over his cheek and Johnny pressed her against himself tightly, breathing in the sugary smell of baked goods and her skin.Â
âYouâre back!â She sobbed, disentangling herself long enough to pepper his face with kisses, then hugged him again.Â
âYouâre late, laddie!â His grandma complained instead as she hobbled over to them, pinching his ear painfully and Johnny yelped in protest, laughing. âI dinnae have much time left on this God given earth anâ you go anâ make yer poor mhamĂł wait, John?â
âIt was the plane, the weather-â
âTâwas fine enough when yer wife picked me up. On time I might add,â she grumbled, then accepted his kiss to the cheek with an angry mutter.Â
Theyâd stopped correcting her about the âwifeâ part of their relationship two years ago, and Johnny couldnât bring himself to argue about the fact that people didnât have to get married in a church anymore to belong to each other. She was his either way.
His girlfriend let go of him, wiping under her eyes as she stepped back and let their friends take over the rounds of hugs and pats to the back.Â
Johnny kept an eye on her as they all herded him inside his flat, the small living room even smaller now that they had expanded the dining table and put so many chairs around it.Â
Steaming pies, vegetables and sausages were kept hot under one of her fancy kitchen gadgets, and her brother lit copious amounts of candles around the place as a friend from uni turned the news channel on the TV up again.
âDid ye lie in wait for me this whole time, mo grĂ idh?â Johnny whispered, pressing his lips to her temple as they stood amidst the chatter of excited people.
âWe turned it all off when we saw your taxi pull up,â she admitted, grinning up at him as she wound her arms around his waist. They usually werenât the kind of couple that showed a lot of affection in front of others, but Johnny felt that he could be forgiven for being extra clingy that night.Â
âCheeky,â he said, then grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her into a proper kiss, earning them a few wolfwhistles and cheers. When he pulled away with a smirk, she stared back up at him, red-cheeked and smiling then pulled him over to the dinner table to push him into the next best chair.
âI made your favorite,â she whispered in his ear softly, hands on his shoulders as Johnny leaned back with a sigh, the long journey home suddenly catching up with him all at once.Â
They opened a few bottles of beer and wine, shared the food and Johnny mostly just sat and listened, his right hand intertwined with his girlfriendâs as the night went on.Â
Heâd waited so long for this moment. The thought of being here with her in their shared home had carried him through bellycrawls in the desert, waiting out snowstorms and hails of bullets, only able to hear her sweet voice every other week or so, whenever he was back on base.
Each time he returned, it became harder and harder to leave again. To exchange her soft skin and their king size bed for bloodshed and long nights spent in the back of nondescript transporters.Â
He looked at her, at the way she was practically glowing in the candle light, how her eyes lit up with a smile as his granny complained about yet another neighbor in the assisted living home.
âStop tryinâ to guilt her into coming around every day, mhamĂł,â Johnny laughed, and it earned him a kick under the table. âShe has a life and a job outside of you.â
âAnd do ye know what the poor lass dinnae got, John?â The old woman shouted down the table over the heated discussion some of his friends were having over a recent rugby game. âA proper husband and kids to care for! Itâs not right to make her wait so long just so ye can pin some more medals on yer coat-â
His grandma continued to rant some more, but Johnny was much more interested in the sudden blush that graced his girlfriendâs cheeks, and the way her fingers cramped around his at the mention of kids. With raised eyebrows, he leaned in closer to her, so that it was just them amid the crowd of people, and whispered.
âYou alright, dove? Donât listen to her, you know sheâs just talkinâ to talk.â
âI know,â his girlfriend sighed softly, and played with her dessert absentmindedly, not meeting his eyes. âItâs just⊠have you ever- I mean-â
âThought about kids?â Johnny smiled. âOf course. Just say the word and weâll get started on a whole football team.â
His girlfriend groaned, then put a hand over her eyes as she giggled despite herself. She threw him a smile that had his stomach do a little flip, and then she kissed the back of his hand quickly before putting her other hand right on top of it and resting them in her lap.Â
âLetâs talk about it some other time, yeah?â
Johnny nodded, smiling as well, content to sit among people that had no interest in war or politics.Â
Who saw him as nothing more than John from university, John from church, John the brother-in-law.Â
Who were only here for him, who cared enough to wait for hours for his return, who were steadily getting snowed in more and more as time passed and made no move to leave.Â
Who made him feel, at last, that he was safe and loved.
Squishing my cheeks right now, Soap is so cute. I hope y'all liked itđ«¶đ» Do you love his grandma? Because I am obsessed with that woman.
Anyway, you can find my other COD works here, if you're interested!
Much love, stay healthy, and until next time! - Aâš
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shut up this is so good! i love it so so much brb reading pt 2
Different Timezones
John 'Soap' MacTavish / fem!Reader
Summary:Â Â Johnny is unusually quiet during a mission. Ghost suspects it has something to do with the Polaroid firmly tucked into his wallet.
Content:Â Â pure fluff, long-distance relationships, pining, civilian girlfriend
Word Count:Â 1.2k
Notes: I CAN'T STOP WRITING THESE, the COD lads have me in their clutches. This weekend I had so much time to let all the creative juices out and I just want to thank you all for the crazy warm welcome to the fandom!
The way the grass smells at night
And you've got flames all in your eyes
As they reflect the sparkler
And you say we'll never die
Johnny's leg kept bouncing restlessly next to Ghost, irritating him to no end.Â
Gaz and the Captain were chatting in the front of the SUV, tinted glasses dulling the relentless desert sun outside. There was music playing through the radio and the hot breeze wafting in from the cracked open windows gave Simon some much-needed relief under his gear.Â
When the Scotsman pulled out his phone for the tenth time in what felt like minutes and then shifted a worn leather wallet from one hand to the other, Ghost couldn't resist throwing him the deadliest glare he could muster. Which, when it came down to it, was quite lethal.Â
But Johnny didn't look back at his Lieutenant, attention solely on the small square that was glued to the dark leather, index brushing over the frayed edges. Usually, Ghost was not one to pry into the private life of his comrades, but Soap's silence combined with the longing look in his blue eyes was so unusual, he simply couldn't resist glancing down at the picture himself.
It was a little blurry, with Johnny only taking up half the frame. His arm was slung over the shoulder of a pretty woman, with a wide smile and eyes that almost disappeared from how hard they were laughing together.Â
"That your missus?" Ghost asked quietly, voice not as rough as it usually was.
Startled, Johnny looked up from his phone, before sliding it back into one of the many pockets of his vest. He threw a glance at the men up front, but neither of them seemed to have heard Simon's question.Â
Reluctantly, he handed over his wallet and Ghost took great care not to crease the Polaroid any further, worn as it was.
"Yeah, that's my girl," the Scotsman mumbled, lifting his chin. "It's her birthday today, but timezones are fuckin' annoying, aye?"
Ghost just nodded, inspecting the picture one last time before handing it back to Johnny.Â
"Scored way out of your league, Seargent," he smirked behind his mask.
"Oi, careful, L.T.," Soap laughed, then tucked his wallet away and crossed his arms in front of his chest before leaning his head against the cold glass of the jeep. "Gotta catch a few minutes of sleep before it all goes down again, I reckon."
Ghost nodded, giving the other man space as he zoned into the idle conversation that Gaz and the Captain were having instead.
Well, there's blue jeans in the driveway
And you're walking inside sideways
The wine always affects you in beautiful kind ways
Asked me if I'm staying and I say that I'm sleeping on the floor
Meanwhile, John's thoughts circled endlessly around the picture burning a hole in his pocket. Of the woman waiting for him at home, the memory of a party years ago, when she'd kissed him drunkenly for the first time and her friends had taken a picture right after.
Edinburgh had been freezing cold that night, but she'd still only worn a short sparkly dress and tiny heels and John had complained that she'd be hungover and sick the next morning.Â
Don't be such a buzzkill, she'd giggled, I thought you'd like it.
Oh, and he did like it, alright. But they were somewhere between friends and definitely interested, with him unsure how his career and a relationship would go and her aloof enough that it was impossible to read her intentions.
But then he'd been singing along to a terrible rendition of the top ten songs of the past decade, the whole pub full to bursting point as they counted down the last few minutes of the old year. And she'd been screaming along next to him, jumping up and down with one of his friends from uni and Johnny had laughed until he felt a little dizzy and grabbed her by the waist to steady her.
She'd looked up at him from behind dark eyelashes with a grin, and then pulled his face down towards her, crushing their mouths together without much finesse but so much passion, that the echoes of it still made him smile.
He'd walked her home that night, laughed some more when she twirled around lamp posts and stumbled a bit. She'd asked him straight out if he was staying the night and John, big idiotic sap that he was, had insisted on the sofa.Â
A gentleman, she still teased him to this day. But my pride will never recover.
Soap slid out his phone for the hundredth time in an hour, and saw that it was only a few minutes left now. Irrationally embarrassed, he glanced over at Ghost, who stared out the window in silence but was clearly vigilant. A nudge with his boot got him the attention of the Lieutenant, and dark eyes snapped over to him, then the phone in his hand.
"Would ya mind, you know-" Soap trailed off as Gaz turned around with interest.Â
"What is it?" Ghost asked, voice unreadable.
"Totakeapictureofme." He rushed out between clenched teeth, as quietly as possible.
"For your girl."Â
It wasn't a question.
"Yeah," he rolled his eyes, already regretting not snapping an awkward angle selfie instead. Gaz gasped and Price's eyes studied him in the rearview mirror as well.
"Soap's got a girl squirrelled away somewhere?" Gaz asked, eyes shining.
"Yeah, far away and safe from nosy bastards like you," he snapped, arms crossed in irritation now but Ghost reached over and tugged the small iPhone from his hands.
"Better fix that face, Johnny, 'm not doin' a photoshoot with you."
"Get the gun!" Gaz smirked, reaching back to tug Soap's AK-47 straight where it rested between his knees and on the back of Price's seat. "Ladies love a proper soldier."
The whole situation was so ridiculous, that Soap couldn't help but laugh. Ghost had a concentrated look on his face as he gave a thumbs-up to him, then the distinct sound of a camera shutter sounded.Â
Barely glancing at the photo out of sheer mortification over the three smirking faces in the SUV, Soap hastily typed out a message accompanying the picture and hit send, just as the world clock for Edinburgh turned to midnight on his phone.
đ§Œ: I love and miss you. Happy Birthday, baby.
She opened the message almost immediately and John ignored the teasing comments and laughter from Gaz and Price as he watched the three dots dance next to her name.
đ: Omg.
đ: You look so hot, what the fuck. Best present ever. Come back home soon and be safe! xx
Then a picture of her appeared only moments later, with a silly party hat perched on her head and sparkler in hand. Her brother was saying something next to her, drink in hand and she was beaming into the camera. Soap stroked over the grainy image with his thumb for a moment, smiling.Â
Grab me by the hands
Just as callused as I am
And say you're proud
Soft and silly Scottish men have my whole heart. If you enjoyed it, you can find the rest of my COD masterlist here! (We also got some steamy stuff over there folks đ)
Song lyrics by Zach Bryan - The Good I'll Do. đ€ One of my most listened to love songs of all time.
NEXT PART: Same Timezone
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the little pod where the driver sits hope this helps <3
what part of the formula one car exactly is the tub. just curious.
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i love watching shows for the first time with no spoilers bc now im losing my fucking mind watching queen charlotte bc the king is HOT
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Neighbour Ghost x reader 2
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You had many dinners with Simon (part 1)
Simon Riley white-knuckled the vegetable peeler against the poor carrot in his other hand like it owed him money.
Heâd knocked on your door that morning with the full intention of being helpful, but it was painfully difficult to hide the fact that he was beyond clueless as he stood there at the counter. He even dressed for the occasion, wearing a loose black shirt to not dirty his sleeves. It was his first time seeing you in something other than a hoodie, and he caught your momentary gaze on his tattooed arm.
Sure, he kept telling himself each time he came up with an excuse to have you over was for his mumâs company. It made him happy to see the smile on her face as she chatted with you, your laughter filling his otherwise quiet flat. But was it really for her company now, when it was just the two of you as he embarrassed himself?
Regretting what he thought was a brilliant idea, he glanced at you, absolutely horrified of being a hold up and ruining lunch.
You didnât even look up from the pot you were stirring. âYou know, I really donât like doing the dishes. Would you like to help with that instead?â
A small sigh of relief escaped him as he dropped everything on the cutting board, thankful you spared the sliver of dignity he had left. He did most of the cleaning while he watched you. You said you werenât the best cook, but your movements were serene, easy. You didnât look like you were going to chop your fingers off, and to him, that made you far above decent.
Evidently, Melanie complimented the meal generously while Simon simply asked for a third helping. He beat you to the dishes after that, not allowing you to lift a finger after all the cooking you did.
At your door, you turned to him. âIn case I donât see you again before you ship out-â
âYou will. I leave Thursday morning.â
âOh.â
âCan I have your number?â
You handed him your phone and Simon Riley called himself from it.
âIâll see you around, Simon.â You smiled at him.
Again, he only left when youâd closed your door. When he entered his flat, his mum looked up from wiping down the dining table.
She sighed softly. âHow long am staying, Si? Itâs been over two weeks now.â
âAs long as you want, mum. Iâd rather you here.â He walked over to her. âAt least I know youâll be safe.â
âWhatâs going to happen to your dad?â
âYou wouldnât let me bash his face in, and heâs not my dad. Not sure he ever was,â he said gravely. âI canât tell you what to do, but I just need to know youâre safe. Thatâs all Iâm asking.â
She turned away, the discomfort evident in her eyes. Simon knew the look to well.
âYou need to leave him, mum,â he said under his breath.
âI think Iâm going to stay a few more weeks, two months tops,â she finally said. âUntil things settle. Iâll look for a job meanwhile.â
âYou really donât have to.â
âI want to feel useful, Si,â she reassured. âYouâve been too kind to me.â
âNever enough.â
When's the latest you can have dinner before it's not called dinner anymore? Simon texted you Monday afternoon.
Is this the premise to a joke?
He tilted his head. On second thought, it did sound like one of his dad jokes.
No, was a genuine question actually.
9, maybe. Why?
I'll be home before 7:30. Would it be okay to wait for me for dinner until then?
Who's cooking?
Takeout chef down the street. You pick who the lucky bloke is
You smiled as he stood at your door with takeout in hand. The way you looked at him made him question his clean shaven look that day. Did he look too much like an adolescent with no scruff?
Simon didnât like making conversation, let alone with someone as sunny as you, but he was surprised to find that he wanted to put himself in a social situation with you. Still, he wasnât used to it. He tried saying more, he really did, but the most he managed to tell was that he was an apprentice butcher back in Manchester before he enlisted, and that he was a currently a lieutenant in the SAS.
After dinner, you sat facing each other on your small couch sipping on tea, knees almost touching each otherâs.
At this point, he noticed you didnât look away as much as you did the previous instances. Either youâd got used to his unyielding stare or his attempt to appear less scary succeeded. You didnât ask further about his job, and he hoped it was because you thought it was mostly confidential, not because you were afraid of him. That was alright though, you were far more interesting than his work anyway. He enjoyed watching the way you lit up talking about your interests.
He didnât want to leave yet, but before it was even remotely late, he excused himself for the night.
âThe day at the base starts early, eh?â
He gave you a small smile. âSame time tomorrow?â
You nodded.
âGood night, luv.â
On his way to the lift, he knocked on the door of his own flat. His mum answered, clutching her cardigan close to her chest.
âOh, Simon. I wasnât expecting you.â She stepped aside. âAre you staying the night? Iâll get the bed-â
âNo, âm just dropping by.â He closed the door behind him.
âDid you need something? Have you had dinner yet?â
âI did, yeah.â
A knowing smile tugged on her lips. âWas it with someone I know?â
âWanted to say good night and make sure everythingâs alright.â A blush might have crept up his neck as he stepped in for a one-armed hug.
But the next night, Simon dropped by again before going back to base.
âWhy are you here every day now?â Melanie looked at her son with a teasing smile. âIâm not complaining, but I thought you said you were too busy to come home.â
âCan I not want to see my own mum?â
âSure, Si.â She gave him a playful side eye. âLet me see what ingredient Iâm missing, in case you want to run to the shops.â
He groaned. âIâm shipping out Thursday. Wanted to take you somewhere nice for dinner tomorrow. Get yourself an outfit. Use my card.â
âHow nice!â She beamed. âIs she coming with?â
He looked away. âI didnât invite her.â
âWould you like to?â When he gave her an unsure look, she reassured, âI donât mind at all. Sheâs sweet and Iâm happy youâre meeting new people.â
Of course it didnât take any convincing for him to invite you to his favourite steakhouse in the city. In fact, he very much looked forward to having another excuse to see you, especially dressed up. Not like you didnât look nice, but thinking of taking you out made him giddy. He suddenly didnât dread the med evals, trainings and briefings he usually detested before each deployment.
When he arrived at the barracks, your reply waited.
Thank you so much for the invite. The place sounds lovely, but I donât want to intrude. Have a nice evening you both!
His shoulders sagged. Can I at least see you after dinner?
Mrs. Riley beamed when Simon picked her up with a rose in hand. He didnât remember ever seeing her so dressed up, and he was glad to have given her the opportunity to. She gushed over the delicious dinner, the wine and how polite the waiters were that it brought a bittersweet smile to his lips.
He could tell how much the evening meant to her, and it broke his heart that no one had cared for her that much in a very long time. He held her hand as they walked back to his flat.
âYou be safe, Simon. Iâll be waiting for you,â she hugged him tight at the door as her voice wavered, her eyes brimming with tears.
He gave her a squeeze, feeling the emotions rubbing off on him. âWill do, mum. Iâll be home as soon as I can,â he said into her hair.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek before he headed to your flat.
Simon didnât recall feeling this heavy upon shipping out in recent memory, but as you answered the door in your loose shirt and shorts, his arms ached to wrap around you. Instead, he shoved his hands in his trousers pockets.
âWould you like to come in?â
âI canât,â he said. Because if I did, I wouldnât want to leave.
You looked away, seemingly a little embarrassed by his rejection.
âMay I ask why you didnât want to come earlier?â
You stepped out into the corridor, closing the door behind you. âI feel your mum would appreciate it more if itâs just the two of you, thatâs all.â
âMaybe next time with you then?â he asked hopefully. âJust us?â
You nodded and a smile blossomed on his lips in return. You both lingered a few more seconds in silence.
âIâm wishing you and your unit the very best on your mission. Please take care out there.â You cast your gaze down.
He caught the wobble in your voice and the sincerity was the push he needed. You barely had time to react to him stepping in for a hug. His arms encircled your frame loosely, but tightened as soon as yours wrapped around his waist. He curled over you, inhaling your scent as your breath tickled his neck.
The lack of distance only highlighted how much he towered over you. He was sure you could feel his racing heart under his turtleneck, but he didnât care. He just wanted to hold you.
âLet me know when youâre back,â you said when he pulled away.
ââcourse.â
Simon very much looked forward to your texts whenever he had time to himself. While he asked you about your days, he unfortunately couldnât say much about his. Instead, he sent you photos of the sunrise, or the shit cup of tea he was having. In return, you sent photos of the Hereford sunset and your meals. He said the kind of food he ate would ruin your appetite.
You told him his mum got a job at that bakery you loved â you knew the owner. On some days if her schedule allowed, you could walk back home with her. Simon thanked you for keeping her company, knowing how much she must have appreciated it.
The two weeks seemed to roll by a litter faster than usual. You were the first to know as soon as he was scheduled to fly back. He said heâd probably get home a late, but would love to see you if you had the time.
At his first knock, rapid footsteps came from behind your door which you swung open with a grin on your face. âYouâre back!â
âMay I come in?â
You made way for him, and when the door closed behind you, he stepped in, arms lifted a little. With a chuckle, you closed the gap, squeezing him tight.
âAre you available for dinner tomorrow?â
You pulled away. âNo, going out with friends.â
âOh,â he muttered. âSunday then?â
âThatâll do.â You smiled, walking backwards to the kitchen. âCome, Iâll make us a cuppa. Co-worker gave me some oolong tea.â
His eyes softened. âSorry, canât stay long, luv. Iâm going back to base.â
âBut tomorrow is Saturday. I thought you stay home on weekends.â
âYeah, but itâs too late now. I donât want to bother my mum.â
You gestured at the couch with a chuckle. âIâd offer you this, but itâs way too small for you.â
It wasnât that he didnât want to bother his mum - he wouldnât. He could get in and out the place without a sound, nor was your couch a problem. He could sleep on the floor and it would still be better than some of the places heâd had the pleasure to sleep in.
He wasnât ready yet, especially not when he just got back, with his mind still reeling 1000 miles an hour.
âThatâs okay. I can head back.â
Your brow rose at him. He understood how silly it was now, driving all the way to you at this hour to not even stay 15 minutes. It was embarrassing, if he was honest, how much he was transfixed on seeing you that he didnât even think of the logistics of the visit.
âSorry, Iâm not a late sleeper. Iâm dead tired and always sleep like a log the first night back.â His eyes flicked to your lips as he swallowed. âIâll pick you up Sunday?â
You smiled. âWhere are we going?â
âThe same place. I think youâre going to like it.â
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still open! request away!
Birthday/1000 Celebration
thank you for allowing me reach this massive benchmark of 1000 followers, it means the world to me! i want to finally celebrate this milestone and combine it with my birthday celebration!
this celebration will run from march 6th to march 16th. refer to read before requesting before sending in asks.
i'll be filling out requests with short drabbles for any character on my list, also feel free to drop a message in my inbox or just come and talk to me!
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frat lip who falls for another frat guyâs girl pause okay let me cookâŠ
maybe itâs not a dude a part of lipâs frat specifically but either way, they run into each other all the time. and itâs definitely sexual attraction at first until he sees you enough to get to know you. sees you enough for him to know that this asshole boyfriend isnât treating you properly. and lip just HAS to let you know. maybe heâs a little tipsy, but he found you at a party and heâs just kindaâŠyapping.
âno, no, listenâthat guyâs a fuckinâ dick, sweetheart. youâyou should be with a real man. one tha-thatâd treat you good. i could do that, yâknow? make you real happy.â
STOP STOP SHUT UP I LOVE THIS.
you didn't expect to see lip gallagher at your boyfriend's frat house, a few beers in with a pretty flush on his cheeks. he's in front of you, grinning like an idiot while he offers you a shot of something pink. the alcohol stings your throat and your eyes go a little wide when you finally tune in to hear what he's on about.
"listen, listenâthis red, it's your fuckin' color, sweetheart. has he even told'ya how fuckin' stunnin' y'look?"
you can't help but laugh, the vodka swirling in your blood and making you dizzy. "lip, what?"
you watch lip as he just smiles at you for a moment, eyes tracing over your features lazily. "c'mon. youâyou should be with a real man." he tells you, eyes darting down to your lips, then back to your eyes. he shifts nervously, throws a glance over his shoulder, then steps closer to you. his knee brushes your thighs, one hand landing possessively on your hip as you feel his breath warm against your ear. "someone tha-that'd treat you right. make you happy."
you look at his eyes, curiosity coloring your face. you take mental stock of every place he's touching you, from his nose brushing the shell of your ear, down to his foot placed squarely between your own. he feels good.
"what're you implying, hm?" you ask him, biting your lip. now it's your turn to throw a glance over your shoulder, seeing your boyfriend across the room. his arms cross over his chest and he glares possessively at you, looking not unlike an animal hunting its prey. you harden your gaze at him, turning pointedly back to lip.
"i could do that. make you happy, sweetheart. treat ya real nice." he says it so sincerely, looking at you a little through his lashes. his teeth worry at his bottom lip while he waits for your response.
it's cute, you realize. his face pulled with concentration, a tinge of worry. he's cute. and funny. and now, you were learning, he was sweet. it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if he just... kissed you right now. but you see in his eyes he's too caught up in his thoughts to make that first move. he's waiting for your response.
and you're just staring.
you snap back to the moment and bring your palm up to his cheek. in a split second your lips are on his. no warning was provided, but lip didn't seem to mind. he kissed you back eagerly, both hands now secure around your hips as he pulled you closer.
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MEOWWWWW
Being a bit tipsy after a party begging for frat lip to fuck you âš
ohhh yeah ok ok. get into it. yuh. nsfw 18+. prior consent for a loving couple to fuck like madmen while tipsy. not too much filth, just a bit of rambling.
you'd known going into it that tonight would be a long, mostly sober affair. the time trudged on as you and lip manned the bar, keeping an eye out to make sure no one got too drunk. "liabilities and all" is what the chapter president would say. you and lip agreed that it wasn't so much of a chore if you did it together.
then, whenever the action started to fizzle out, the two of you would try to outdrink each other. you'd place little bets on a number of things; who knew more lyrics to a song, who could get someone's number the quickest, which team was about to make a last minute win.
the winner was rewarded. salt, shot, lime.
the tests and bets got harder as the night came to an end, both of you thoroughly tipsy and too occupied with need to truly compete. while the lights come up and the music fades out you'd follow after him, holding on to his hand and helping him in little ways. you kissed him too, as you went about the house to make sure there weren't any lingering party-goers.
after a final sweep and a quick snack while you finished your end-of-night cocktails, the lights went off again and each of the house boys stumbled their ways to bed. your mouth pleaded against lip's bicep, his shoulder, his neck, all in hushed tones. with a smattering of kisses.
"c'mon, baby. need it. please."
you let the words bleed into his skin as he shuts his door, then locks it for good measure. rough palms slide under the hem of your shirt, and his lips pressed warmly under your ear.
"hm?" he hums, teeth grazing your ear as he backs you towards the bed. lip''s cocky in that way, making you say it. you can feel his smirk against your neck.
"need you," you repeat. the backs of your knees hit his bed and you buckle, pulling him down with you. "please, lip, just fuck me already."
he huffs out a pleased laugh, nimble fingers pulling at the little ties on the edge of your skirt. "good. thought you'd never ask."
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Birthday/1000 Celebration
thank you for allowing me reach this massive benchmark of 1000 followers, it means the world to me! i want to finally celebrate this milestone and combine it with my birthday celebration!
this celebration will run from march 6th to march 16th. refer to read before requesting before sending in asks.
i'll be filling out requests with short drabbles for any character on my list, also feel free to drop a message in my inbox or just come and talk to me!
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Idk if u write for this sort of thing but if you do, can I request frank castle in subspace x male reader who takes care of him?- just some fluff with frank being cuddled and spoiled đđ»đđ»
mdni for slight sexual content
okay i feel like he'd have to really trust the person he was with in order to let himself even think about going "brain numb" but...
it'd be after a long, arduous mission. something that really took a toll on him and made him just... need you. usually he comes home and grumbles about, taking a shower and then cracking a beer and slumping on the couch, but this time he seeks you out, and that's how you know it's different. he's softer, slower, shoulders sunken versus sitting at military attention. i feel like he'd be an entirely different beast, and he'd be physical about it, draping his body weight over yours while you're doing whatever. he's quiet, even when he's needy he never expresses what it is he craves.
anyways, i feel like afterwards, when you two are laying there, skin glowing with sweat in the aftermath.
"need anything? some water, a snack?" he blinks up at you, eyes glassy.
"huh?"
"can i get something for you? or can i do something for you?"
"i- water would be nice."
i genuinely he'd be like a little shocked, a little frozen because 99% of the time he's the caregiver in the relationship and now he's thinking why is the person i have a need to take care of taking care of me?
and you'd just quietly bring him water and slide back into bed, holding him against you as he drinks the water, praising him as he drink the whole thing and now he's actually so confused. he's getting into his head about it and you're so quick to snap him out of it that he doesn't even realize it until he's a melted puddle against your chest cause you're scratching his scalp. but the fact that he knows, even subconsciously, that he trusts you means that he's not even mentally there anymore. he's just floating away on some lazy river.
he can vaguely feel a towel of some sorts, a warmth flowing through him as he realizes you're just cleaning him off because there's no physical way you're dragging him to the shower. he feels pressure on his forehead, a gentle kiss, he thinks.
"frank?"
"mm?"
"feelin' okay?"
"high as a kite." you laugh at his words.
"that's nice."
"tha' fuck did'ya do t'me?" you laugh again.
"i'm magic."
"fuck outta here."
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