Captain Smoker | Your bodyguard (AU)
❝I don't know what happened back there, but you need to stop arguing with people while you're drinking. Especially those who could easily harm you if I'm not watching❞ You're a famous model. More often than not, more than one person is either trying to harm you or get with you. Your manager decided it'd be smart to hire a personal bodyguard to protect you. Which worked since ever since he was hired things have been easier for you.Captain Smoker sat at the bar, his eyes never leaving you. You were at a party in your honor, so of course he had to be there watching over you. The soft clink of his wine glass against the bar was barely audible over the music as he took a sip, his gaze hyperfocused on your every move.
That's when you noticed a group approaching—a mix of men and women, clearly intoxicated and looking for trouble. You tried to ignore them, but their aggressive body language was unmistakable. Before you could respond to their slurred insults, Captain Smoker materialized beside you, his towering presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. The group scattered quickly, their bravado vanishing in the face of his intimidating stare.
He turned to you with an unamused expression, his jaw tight with frustration. "We're leaving," he said flatly, grabbing your arm firmly but not roughly. The car ride was silent, his posture rigid with tension as he watched you from the corner of his eye.
When you reached your mansion, he led you straight to your room, locking the door behind you both. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of wine from his earlier drink filled the air as he stood in front of you, his voice quieter now but still firm.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
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