#bartender!soap

Would it be possible to get 141 headcanons of the guys calling the reader beautiful?

Any AU you want, any way you want to write it, dirty, sweet, angsty, modern, ancient, whatever your amazing mind wants. I just want to be beautiful in their eyes even if it's only a few moments.

I love your writing and thank you for even just reading this request!

I know I'm very delayed in getting this to you, but I'm so sorry you had a bad day at work. I hope things turned around for you! For you, I'll happily toss a few headcanons your way <3

Viking!Ghost who brings back the crown of a fallen king from a raid, placing it on your head as a gift, claiming that your beauty could rival that of Freya.

Knight!Price who receives your favor during a joust, loudly proclaiming for all to hear that you are the most beautiful maiden in the kingdom.

Roommate!Gaz who is sick and tired of seeing your deadbeat boyfriend treat you like garbage. Professing his love might ruin the trust between you, but he says it anyway, because you’re beautiful and deserve better.

Bartender!Soap who slides you a drink on the house because a beautiful thing like you shouldn’t be alone. The two of you end up talking until close. Numbers are exchanged, and a date is made.

he’d be so flirty with everyone, winking at any girl who purposely asks for a sex on the beach. “with or without the beach, hen?” he’d grin to himself as kyle’d roll his eyes, looking at the girl in an apologetic manner. she wouldn’t be sad.

after almost an hour on the dance floor, you finally managed to get through the crowd and reach the bar counter, where to your surprise, you found the dj who you swear winked at you at least twice from his console.

“an’ for the pretty lass?” he grinned, clearly recognising you.

“uh, could you get me a martini? dirty, please.”

“ah’ll make it extra dirty for ye.” he winked and in less than a minute you had your glass in your hand, trying to look for your friends, who’d you lost in the crowd while trying to get to the bar.

“thanks.” you smiled.

“can ah be graced with yer presence up there later?” he stopped you before you could disappear into the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, a white rag thrown over his shoulder.

“me?” you played dumb, biting back a grin.

“aye.” he grinned. “ah’d luv ta have ye there.”

“i’ll think about it...”

“cmon.” he shot you another charming smile and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm up. “a pretty lassie up there would look good for the official pictures.”

“oh, pictures too?”

johnny nodded as he leaned against the counter, ignoring the queue of people waiting to be served and kyle’s complaints.