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do y'all also have mutuals whom you’re actually a fan of? like everytime u see them on your dash u just,,,,, “u go mutual that’s my mutual!!!!! i love u mutual!!!! i can’t even believe we’re mutuals i don’t deserve u!!!! keep being u mutual!!!”

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Updated: 3-20-25

Looks Like Snow

Summary: Soap shovels the drive way and you can't help but admire the view

Pairing: John Mactavish x gf!reader

Words: 749

Warnings: fluff, slight suggestive material

A/n: this is a short one! Just wanted to get out another soap fic before the holidays. As always please let me know what you think of it! I've got a few other WIPs I'm working on and going to try to have out before Christmas! Requests are also open for 141 guys so send in anything you want to see or just if you want to chat! Hope you all enjoy! :)

"Because of the accumulated snow, snow plows are unable to clear any roads or driveways and roads remain closed at this time. Citizens are encouraged to stay indoors due to slick and icy conditions" The weatherman continued to report on the snowy conditions. "I can't believe the snowplows are delayed again," you grumbled, changing the channel to a lighthearted Christmas movie. "Our driveway is never gonna get cleared," you said, taking a sip of your hot cocoa. As soon as Soap heard no one was coming to clear the roads and you wanted the driveway cleared, he started pulling on his winter boots.

"Where are you going babe?" You asked from where you were sitting on the couch bundled in countless blankets. "Goin' ta shovel our driveway Bonnie," he replied pulling a beanie over his Mohawk and a simple hoodie. When you asked why he simply said his hen deserves a clear driveway. "But I'm not going anywhere. No one is," you laughed. "Besides it's too cold outside to do anything and really I was just complaining," you added. But Soap wouldn't hear of it. "If my hen wants a clear driveway, a clear driveway she's gonna get," he said, giving you a peck on the cheek and heading toward the garage to get the shovel.

After half an hour of Johnny shoveling the driveway you began to worry because it was so cold out. You knew it was stupid; Johnny had probably been through so much worse on the many missions he's sent out on but you still couldn't help but worry. It was cold and it had only gotten colder since he had been out there. You pushed the covers off and padded to the window where you could see Johnny. He was still going, shoveling the snow a foot at a time. Other than his breath billowing out in clouds you wouldn't even know he was cold. He was steadily clearing the driveway and you couldn't help but admire the view.

The thick muscles in his back stretched over tough sinew underneath the tight hoodie with every toss of the shovel. His biceps bulged under the sleeves and you bit your lip. It was no secret that John was an attractive man; you noticed the stares in public and the flirting in grocery stores. You weren't insecure by any means; in fact you found it comical that they made every effort to convince John to "give them a call". Johnny always rejected them; politely of course. Besides, you were the one he came home to.

You brought your mind back to the scene in front of you. Johnny was the greatest boyfriend you could ask for. I mean, who else would go out into the freezing cold to shovel a driveway for no other reason than you wanted it done? You truly hit the jackpot with Johnny. You saw Johnny stop and wipe his brow; you couldn't believe he was sweating considering how cold it was. You walked over to the kitchen and got a thermos out of the cabinet. You poured some of the hot chocolate into the insulated tumbler and screwed the lid on.

You made sure you were bundled tightly before opening the front door. Your feet crunched on the snow-ice mixture covering the ground as you made your way to your boyfriend. "What're you doin' out here Bonnie?" Johnny said, looking up when he saw you making your way through the snow. "I thought you could use this," you said, handing the thermos over. "You're too good to me," he said, giving you a kiss before taking the thermos and unscrewing the lid. "You're the one out here working," you replied. "It's freezing out here. I can't believe you came out here to do this just for me," you said, looking down at the now clear driveway.

"You're worth freezing for bonnie," he said, setting the thermos down and wrapping his arms around you. He slipped his hands underneath your coat and you squealed at the harsh temperature of his hands against your still warm skin. He pulled you closer to him, your bodies pressed together. "You know I can think of plenty of ways to warm you up," you whispered against his neck and he groaned. "You cannae tease me like that woman," he said, pulling you closer as if you weren't pressed together already. "Who said I was teasing?" You asked, looking up at him. You could tell by the looks in his eyes that it was going to be a long night for you.

So cute🥺

My request sent before I could finish typing!!! I'm so sorry!

So for Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes with romance and 👄 thanks so much!!! Again so sorry!!!

Thank you so much for your request 🥰 I haven't written a lot for Steve now that I think about it, so I'm making this a Nomad!Steve fic (because that beard is glorious).

Festive Sleepover Requests

💋 - My place, or yours?

Warnings: Flirting, hints at smut, a little alcohol consumption, Steve being a flustered adorable darling, kissing.

Author Note:

The reader can decide where this fic is set and what they do for work, I've been deliberately vague with the details.

I have to say, writing a romance in 1,000 words or less is tricky, so I hope this came out well!

It took you a while to notice him, sat across the bar, in the corner of the room. Broad, bearded, and very handsome, you were surprised that you hadn’t clocked him before.

Usually when you noticed a man looking at you in a bar, it felt a bit unsavoury. But something about this man felt different. His eyes didn’t linger too long, he wasn’t sizing you up. It was a look of understated admiration, curiosity, not an impersonal, lustful stare.

Your work friends had left half an hour ago, heading home to their partners or wanting an early night. For some reason, and you weren’t sure why, you had stayed a while longer.

For a moment you caught his eye, and he gave you a flustered, shy smile. And that’s when you recognised him, your heart leaping into your throat.

You hadn’t intended to develop a crush on Steve Rogers during your placement at SHIELD. But it was hard not to. The man was a rare sort. Modest yet principled and confident, kind-hearted, caring. To you he had been more than the superhero, he was a man with a heart and a conscience that you admired. And there had been something in return on his part, you had felt it, but how could either of you act on that when you were only posted for three months? That was the nature of your work, going where you were called.

Well, that was over two years ago now, and somehow you thought that you had forgotten all about it and shucked those old feelings.

Clearly not. How could you forget Steve?

As your eyes locked for more than a moment, you finished your drink, stood up and made your way over. He shuffled in his chair, eyes widening in surprise.

“Oh, you weren’t expecting me to come over?” You grinned.

“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t.” He said with a shy smile, his face reddening. “I wasn’t even sure you recognised me.”

“Well, the beard was a bit of a stumbling block.” You smirked.

Standing, Steve hugged you tightly, and you tried not to relax too much in his arms, tried not to inhale and be intoxicated by his smell again. Holding you at arm’s length, he beamed.

“It’s so great to see you.”

“I didn’t think our paths would cross again.”

“Neither did I, but I’m glad they have.”

“What brings you to this backwater?” You asked as you both took a seat.

He exhaled, puffing his cheeks in a kind of mock exasperation. “Let’s just say work troubles.”

“Yes, I heard about the fracas at Leipzig. Are you still on the run?”

Steve nodded. “Although by staying here we can fly under the radar a bit.”

“And you thought coming to a bar would be flying under the radar?” You teased.

“Hiding in plain sight!” He replied, finishing his drink with a self-mocking grin.

“I am glad you’re safe Steve, I tried not to worry about you when I heard what happened to the Avengers.”

“It’s more my team I’m worried about, keeping them safe, the least I can do for their trust and confidence in me. But thank you.” He sighed.

He was scant on the details of his situation, and you supposed he had to be. Instead, he wanted to know about you, how your life had been since you left the SHIELD placement. The whole time, he gazed at you, as though he couldn’t believe that he had encountered you once more.

Most of all, he wanted to know whether you were happy.

“I suppose. It’s a strange world. Alien attacks, Norse gods. I guess you have to find moments of happiness where you can.”

“I think you do.”

“What about you, Steve? Are you happy?” It was a loaded question and you knew it. Perhaps it was even inappropriate, but Steve smiled at you instead, his eyes moist.

“I am right now.”

“What do you mean?” You asked coyly, although really you already knew.

“It just feels kind of magic that I bumped into you tonight. I was kicking myself for years for not asking you out for a drink, or a dance.”

“I could have asked you.” You shrugged. “And I was only there for three months.”

“I suppose. Maybe I still had some old fashioned ideas about dating back then.”

“You sweet thing.” You whispered, somehow finding yourself closer to him, your knees brushing his thigh. Steve looked between your face and where your legs were touching, his lips parted.

“Well, maybe I’m not so old-fashioned in this regard.” He grinned, before leaning in and kissing your neck, his beard tickling you.

Your surprise gave way to joy. Letting go of your earlier restraint, you let yourself melt into him and kiss him back, his strong arms pulling you closer until you were almost sat on his lap.

“This is two years too late, Rogers!” You whispered against his mouth, before biting his bottom lip.

“I know, and I don’t want to let you slip through my fingers again.” He growled, sinking into another kiss, passionate and fierce, before pulling away and cupping your face in his hands. “I mean before… You felt it too, didn’t you?”

“I did. Perhaps it’s fate, or whatever you want to call it… Shall we continue this somewhere more private?”

“Yeah.” His kiss against your forehead was so soft compared to the passionate embrace you had been locked in before. “We can go to mine, but I’m not staying in the most ideal place to have guests!”

“Hiding out with the other fugitives?” You asked, playing with his collar.

“Yeah…”

“Mine then. Although it’s no palace I have to warn you.”

“You should see our safehouse!” Steve giggled.

“Not the Ritz?” You teased.

“They were booked up!” He countered with a smile, before going serious again. “Just as long as I can be with you tonight, forget things for a while, then I don’t mind.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔*ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 18+ 𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰(𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 18+ 𝘰𝘳 20𝘴, 30𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.) 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴(𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧). 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴. 𝘉𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 18+ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨(𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦) 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵(𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴) 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢😣

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺(𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦) 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳(𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦! 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵! 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴/𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨!

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High Stakes

Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x reader

Summary: You are the unfortunate target of a bet between Aaric and Ridoc

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: My first ever Fourth Wing fic!! Not sure how I feel about this one but I hope I captured Aaric's personality well :)

Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! This is my first time writing in forever so this may not be my best work lol but I already have some work done on a few more fics so stay tuned! If you have anything you want to see with the Fourth Wing characters don't hesitate to send in a request💞

***As always beware of typos and comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!***

The mess hall buzzed with the usual chatter, clinking dishes, and boisterous laughter. Aaric sat across from Ridoc, who was looking particularly frustrated. Ridoc slouched, absentmindedly pushing his food around on his plate and sighing. "What's the matter with you?" Aaric asked, glancing up from his own plate and trying to decide whether or not he actually cared. Ridoc sighed dramatically, dropping his fork with a clink. "I had this one rider practically in the palm of my hand. She was cute as hell too. But she rejected me! Me!" Ridoc exclaimed. "Can you believe that?" Ridoc placed his elbow in the table and rested his chin on his hand. "I don't really know what to say...I've never been turned down," Aaric continued to eat his food, deciding he actually wasn't that interested in Ridoc being unable to have some unfortunate girl spend the night in his bed. Ridoc picked up his head and peered at Aaric. "Really?" He asked, with a mixture of disbelief and genuine curiosity. "You've never been turned down? How the hell do you manage that?"

Aaric replied, "I guess I just know how the game works," he said, a small smirk appearing briefly on his face. Ridoc scoffed, unimpressed. "I have game okay? And you're telling me you could hook up with any rider in here if you wanted to?" He continued. "If I wanted," Aaric said in a bored tone. Ridoc leaned forward on his elbows, his eyes narrowing with a competitive glint. "Prove it then," he said. Aaric raised an eyebrow, amusement starting to dance in his eyes. "Like a challenge?"

Ridoc smirked. "Yeah. You think you can walk up to any rider, charm them, and convince them to come to your room tonight? Prove it. If you win, I'll do your morning drills for a week no questions asked. But if you lose, you have to admit your game is weak and I'll make sure everyone knows it," Ridoc proposed. Aaric stared at Ridoc for a moment, considering his challenge. "Fine," Aaric finally said, his signature smirk on full display. "So who's it going to be? Pick someone with a backbone not one of your usual targets," Ridoc clarified. Aaric scanned the room, trying to pick the perfect rider to win the bet.

His eyes landed on you, sitting in a corner with a book in your lap clearly not interested in impressing anyone. He had seen you around before carrying yourself with a no-nonsense kind of confidence. He had been wanting to ask you out for weeks. "That one," he said, gesturing to where you sat alone. "Her? She's not impressed by anyone. She turns down anyone who's tried to get with her," Ridoc explained. "That's exactly why I'm picking her. No one else will be as satisfying to impress," Aaric pushed his plate away and got up from the table. "Fine. But you can't just pull all the cocky shit you usually do. She has to be genuinely impressed. If she comes to your room tonight, you win," replied Ridoc. "Enjoy your last few days of sleep Gamlyn," Aaric threw over his shoulder as he smoothed down his sleeves with practiced ease and adopted that casual confidence he was so good at.

Aaric sauntered over to where you sat, enjoying your book. "Mind if I join?" A voice asked you. You didn't respond immediately and instead looked up from your book to see Aaric Graycastle standing next to you, flashing you a smile. "I guess," you nodded. "But I'm not really one for small talk," you continued, returning your attention to the book in front of you. Aaric slid into the empty space on the bench next to you. "That's okay I don't enjoy small talk either," He leaned in closer, looking intently at you. "I'm Aaric by the way," his voice was lower and softer. "You didn't have to sit so close there's plenty of space," you remarked, noticing his thighs practically up against yours. Was it horrible you didn't actually mind? "And I know who you are Graycastle. We have classes together and our squads spar each other," you replied, flipping the page in your book. "Have you been watching me?" He teased. "You know, this is starting to feel like small talk," you said dryly. "Oh come on," he said, scooting even closer if that was even possible. "I've been wanting to talk with you for a while now... you're different," he went on. "Really that's all you've got Graycastle? I'm different?" You shook your head. "Not your best opener,"

Aaric merely chuckled, not allowing himself to be discouraged. Even he had to admit that wasn't his best. "Okay fair enough let me try again," he said. "I like how you value your independence, how you don't get caught up in the drama here. That's pretty rare especially for a school like this," Your gaze shifted slightly, curiosity creeping in. "Do you still think you can actually impress me?" You asked, closing your book. His grin grew impossibly wide. "I'm just getting started honey,"

Time passed and Aaric threw everything he had at you. His witty remarks, usual charm, and effortless confidence; but nothing seemed to work. You didn't seem to be interested in the usual ways that allowed him to charm girls into his bed. You simply sat there, barely listening to him, practically bored with his attempts. This is was so much harder than he had expected. He chanced a glance at Ridoc, who sat there watching the exchange with a smug smile on his face. "Listen, not that I haven't enjoyed our little conversation," you started sarcastically. "But I have to go," you started to stand up to make a hasty exit but Aaric grabbed your arm. There's no way he could let Ridoc win. "Okay wait," he begged. "Why?" You asked, but you sat back down and he loosened his grip on your arm but didn't let go. "The truth is my friend and I have a bet; I bet I could get you to come to my room tonight and if you came by I won," he confessed. "I really like you and the bet was an excuse to come talk to you," he went on.

You were silent for a moment and Aaric wondered briefly if he just made the biggest ass out of himself. "What do you get if you win?" You asked finally. "My friend does my morning drills for a week," replied Aaric. A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "And if you lost?" "I have to admit my game isn't as good as I claim it is and Gamyln makes sure everyone else knows it," he said, a little hesitant. "If you liked me so much, why did it have to take a bet for you to come talk to me?" You had to admit you were curious. "Because....you always seemed so uninterested and you turned down everyone who tried asking you out. I just didn't want to be shot down like the rest," he explained. "I didn't think Aaric Graycastle was scared of talking to any girl," you said, an authentic smile blooming on your face. "Just you," he confessed in a soft voice. Your expression changed and you gazed at him.

You had a small crush on him since you first saw him in Battle Brief but you knew he was with a new girl every week so you didn't bother entertaining those feelings; despite the fact they continued to grow. Could he be serious about liking you? "Alright Graycastle," you told him. "Alright?" He asked in a confused tone. "I'll come to your room. But I'm only coming so you can win the bet nothing else," you made a point. Aaric smiled at you but it was different this time; it wasn't his cocky grin he put on all the time it was a genuine smile and it made your stomach flip. "Really?" He asked. You nodded before standing up. "But next time, don't talk to me because of some silly bet," You said with a small smile. "Next time?" He questioned. Were you really going to give him a next time? He wondered. "Just talk to me," you told him before picking your book up and walking away.

"Goodnight Aaric," you said, reaching for his doorknob. Aaric felt felt a sense of a disappointment that you were leaving. The two of you had talked for hours and he enjoyed getting to know you. "Maybe I should adjust my shirt or something," you paused before opening the door. "Make it believable," you went on. "Maybe," he said opening the door for you and standing so close you could smell the mint on his breath mixed with his cologne. It made you want to bury your face in his neck. "But this might work a little better," he murmured, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. He leaned close, pausing only to look at you, making sure you weren't uncomfortable. You nodded, letting him know it was okay. He placed his lips over yours, one of his hands squeezing your waist. "Goodnight y/n," he whispered after pulling apart. You gave him a smile and turned to leave. Aaric watched you turn the corner and his eyes found Ridoc's, who was at the end of the hallway, gaping at him. Aaric smirked and closed his door, already looking forward to talking to you again.

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I loved this!

And why do they all make so much sense

Simon would 100% drive a keep and I agree with soap I can't explain it but it's the vibe he gives off

Cod men + what cars they drive

⤷ feat. The 141 + König

a/n: this is v self indulgent and the sources are the voices in my head thanks

CAPT. JOHN PRICE → 1970 Ford Mustang

☆ I can see Price being all about classics and old cars, so it makes sense that he would have a Mustang.

☆ However, if we had to think more british, alternatively i could see him with a Ford Capri, the british equivalent of the Mustangs.

L.T. SIMON "GHOST" RILEY → 2021 Jeep Wrangler

☆ Ghost couldn't care less about what he drives. He doesn't care for car brands, looks, and, let's be honest, my man's a terrible driver.

☆ With that in mind, he decided it would be better to have a sturdy car, for harsh terrains, and something more familiar to what he is used to driving in missions.

SGT. JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH → 2017 Honda Civic

☆ I can't justify this one. It's just the vibes. ☆ It might be a basic car, but it's reliable and looks cool, so i think that would be his reasoning. Gaz would laugh at him for it though.

SGT. KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK → Audi A8

☆ Kyle is the youngest of all of them, and we can assume he gets one fat paycheck by being in one of the most elite taskforces in the world. Plus, he's rarely home, so he's got to make his rare driving worth it.

☆ So it's plausible he would blow a big part of his payment on an expensive car, but that's ok because he would look incredibly hot while doing so.

KÖNIG → 2013 Honda Pilot

☆ Listen. It wasn't his first choice. König hates being noticed, so, logically, he doesn't like big cars at all.

☆ However, he was forced to get this one since it was one of the very few cars that he could fit inside comfortably, considering how absurdly tall he is, so he just accepted it and grew fond of it.