#cod aiello

Aiello: Pfft, you practicing for when Daniels gets here?

Zussman: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*

do you think you could do a modern au for aiello x female reader where he works for an uncle’s deli and sees her walking by and he just can’t help himself from running out to talk to her? then he realizes he practically ran out of his job and gets embarrassed because he had to take the chance to talk to her and she laughs and says it’s cute and gives him his number? thank you if possible!!!

i do in fact do characters from that installment of call of duty! gonna have to wait til i (potentially) get my hands on finest hour to see who i can simp for and find other simps. thanks for the request anon, it’s really adorable 😭

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Aiello x Female!Reader: A Soldier’s Passerby

Trigger Warnings: none, just fluff!

Frank sighs as he leans against the counter of his uncle’s deli. He’s finally back in town after his mandatory training and what’s the first thing his family decides to do with him? Put him to fucking work. New York summers are said to be ones where you make memorable moments and relationships that last; the only memorable moment he seems to be having is what the next guy’s order’s supposed to be. He then begins to daydream about what it’d be like to have his own summer romance; kissing, hugging, cuddling…other things. He quickly shakes his head, dispelling that thought. “No Aiello…if you move too fast you ruin that shit.” He says softly to himself, sighing.

As he continues daydreaming, he doesn’t even realize you’re walking past the deli. He watches you walk by, as if you’re a model and you’re moving in slow motion. Snapping out of it, he then checks to see if anybody’s watching him, and he practically runs outside to meet you. Frank would rather be caught dead than miss his chance to have a good summer, “H-Hey, wait!” He stammers. Thankfully, his call out to you falls upon your ears and you turn to look at him. Seeing your face up close, he can’t help but get a bit nervous and blush, “Name’s Aiello—Frank Aiello, to be exact. Do you…maybe wanna hang out sometime when I ain’t working at my uncle's deli?” He asks.

You giggle softly, giving him a nod. “The name’s L/N—Y/N L/N. Pleased to meet you on this fine day.” you say happily, giving him a wink. You then take out what seems to be a set of sticky notes and a pen. Scribbling down your number, you then hand it over to Frank and he stares at it in disbelief. “I’ll be waiting for a call or text all day, okay? It’d be a shame if you just keep a girl waiting after getting her attention.” You flirt, giving him a wink. Frank flusters at your confidence and you notice this, laughing cheerily. “W-Well don’t wait too long! My shift ends in like…three hours?” he says. “Good. I’ll be waiting then.” You say.

“Hey! Frank! Get your ass back in here you dope! Stop womanizing that poor girl!” Frank’s uncle yells from the entrance of the deli. “I’ll be right there!” Frank yells back before looking at you, shaking his head. “So…in three hours?” he asks. You give him a nod and a wink, “Don’t keep your uncle waiting.” you tease playfully before turning and continuing on your way. Frank then walks back into the deli, giving his uncle a bit of an attitude just because he interrupted his conversation with you. “Keep givin’ me lip and I’ll make sure to shut it for you before you can even think about seein’ that girl. Why the hell’d you wanna talk to her anyway? She looks plain!” your uncle says.

“You tell that to auntie this morning?” Frank jabs, making his uncle hit his side pretty hard. “Hey! If you could say my gal’s boring then I can say the same back to you!” Frank says as he walks back behind the counter. “Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and keep workin’.” His uncle says before going to the back of the deli. 3 hours then pass slowly, making Frank super impatient by the time his shift ends. And the moment he’s off he puts your number down into his phone and calls you, walking towards the apartment he shares with Robert and Drew. He gets a little anxious as he waits for you to answer. Just as it’s about to send him to voicemail, you finally pick up. “Hello? Is this that cute deli guy I met earlier?” you ask.

Hearing you call him cute makes his heart skip a beat as he continues walking, “Y-Yeah! It’s Frank, how ya doin’ right now?” he asks. Though you can’t see it personally, there’s a big dopey smile on his face. “I’m good, just finished making myself some dinner—it’s why I didn’t answer my phone as quickly. Sorry about that.” you apologize, laughing softly after. “It’s all good Y/N, ain’t a single reason for you to apologize for cookin’ for yourself. What’d you make?” Frank asks, genuinely wanting to know more about you. “Nothing too special! Just made a small veggie and chicken rice bowl. I was putting it all together once you called me.” you say.

“Sounds good, and how was the rest of your day?” Frank asks. “Ah, I just spent some of it reading a book I’d recently picked up and then took a nap. Now I’m wide awake and talking with you, cutie~” you explain, making sure to flirt with him. Frank stops in his place momentarily, eyes going wide when you flirt with him like that. “She just called me cute twice now…good God above, please let this be as true as it seems.” he thinks to himself. “Hey! Wanna come over to my place actually? We’ve got a bit of daylight left in the day and I’d love to spend it with you.” you suggest. “Y-You really wanna? Where’s your place at?” Frank says a bit too excitedly.

You can’t help but laugh at his sudden excitement, “You’re just as excitable as a puppy, it’s so cute!” you tease, then give him your address. “Damn…alright, looks like I’ll be making my way over. Gonna have to take the subway to get there. You alright with me smelling like deli meat?” Frank asks as he now begins to walk towards the nearest subway. “Don’t you already smell like meat?” you tease, making Frank blush. “Hey unless you wanna smell like it too, I’ll make sure of it. Got myself a good piece just for you.” he flirts, making your own heart skip a beat now. “Mmm, take a girl out for some dinner first.” you easily flirt back. “Why should I? You already made it yourself—I’ll just be meeting you there!” Frank jokes.

Laughing once again, your smile widens, “Hey, that doesn’t count! It’s gotta be nice and fancy—and remember that I’m the one supposed to be teasing here, not you!” you exclaim. Frank laughs himself, shaking his head as he descends down the stairs of the underground subway. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you do whatever you want, sweetheart.” he says. As a man from Queens, he seemingly doesn’t care once he skips paying for his fare as he joins several people doing the same and stepping onto the train going straight to your neighborhood. “I’ll see you in a couple minutes?” he says. “Sounds good! Cant wait to see you, Frank.” You say, making sure to lower your tone a bit so it comes off a bit more seductively.

Frank’s eyes widen slightly before subsequently hanging up the phone when he hears you take on a more seductive voice. He bounces his leg sitting on the train, eagerly waiting to see you. His heart’s beating loudly in his ears and harder than a drum in his chest. Once the train stops at the next platform, Frank’s more than ready to run out and quickly look for your place to spend as much time with you as he can. It doesn’t take him too long thankfully, as he finds himself standing on your front porch in about 5 minutes. Frank composes himself, regulating his breathing and fixing his hair up a bit before ringing your doorbell.

He stands there, waiting for you to open the door and once you do, a wide smile spreads on his face. “Nice to see you, sweetheart. You look so much cuter in this lighting.” he says, giving you a wink. You fluster at this, rolling your eyes and stepping aside so he could come in, “And you look so cute when you’re all breathless—makes me wonder about…other things.” you say suggestively. Frank raises an eyebrow curiously as he steps in, looking you up and down. “And what would these ‘other things’ be, hm?” he asks teasingly. “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?” you tease back and close your front door.

“Yeah, I would love to know sweetheart.” he says in a softer, deeper tone, pulling you close to him. Your eyes widen and you fluster once you’re face-to-face with him like this, heart beating hard in your chest. Not wanting to back down though, you just give him a warm smile and gently walk your fingers up his chest before gently cupping his chin, “Just makes me wonder what you’d look like breathless underneath me. All red in the face, eyes staring right at me…” you say. You pull away from hold and walk towards your couch, sitting down on it and beckoning him to follow. Frank then follows after you, sitting next to you.

He puts one arm around you, causing you to instinctively nuzzle up against him. You sniff him a bit and giggle softly, “You really do smell like deli meat—It’s funny.” you say. “Told ya. Now then, what d’ya wanna do?” Frank says, chuckling softly. “Do you like drinking and watching classic movies?” you ask, looking up at him. “Sure, sounds like a good idea to me. I’ll watch anything if it means spending time with you.” he says. Nodding, you stand up and waltz over to your kitchen and get a bottle of wine, popping it open and getting a few glasses before going to turn on your tv. Pulling up a service, you then click on a movie you’d been wanting to watch with someone for a while.

One you’d been wanting to watch with a potential love interest.

Finding your place back with Frank, he wraps his arm more securely around you. You hand him his glass of wine and hold onto yours, taking a sip. Frank, being the Italian here, will be the judge of the wine you’ve got. Swishing the dark red liquid slightly, he then brings it up to his nose and takes a whiff of it. “This wine French, or Italian?” he asks softly. “It’s French. Why, don’t like it?” you ask, taking another sip from your glass. “Makes sense. Italian wine’s much better, especially when it’s homemade. I’ll ask my nonna for a bottle and give it to you.” he promises. “Oh yeah? How sweet and considerate of you.” you say, giving him a wink before putting your attention back to the movie.

“You French and Italians really are at odds when it comes to wine, aren’t you?” you ask teasingly. Drinking from his glass, Frank makes a slight look of disdain, “Yep. You definitely need some Italian in you. Don’t worry—on our next date I’ll make sure to give you that bottle of wine.” he says. You raise a brow, looking up at him in confusion. He raises his own brow, looking at you with that same look. “Did you not hear yourself?” you ask. “Not really, what did I say that’s got you makin’ that face?” he asks curiously. “You just told me that I ‘need some Italian in me.’ Did you mean just the wine?” you say. Frank’s face goes red as he chokes on another sip of wine, turning away from you to cough.

You become worried, setting your glass down and taking Frank’s from his hands to make sure he doesn’t spill any. “I-I’m sorry if that was a bit inappropriate of me. I hope it didn’t upset you sweetheart.” he apologizes in between coughs. “No, no, it’s okay. I was just wondering if you knew you actually said that to me. Maybe another time, hm? Once we get to know each other better?” you suggest. Frank’s eyes go wide and he turns to you, seemingly recovered from choking. “You mean that?” he asks. Smiling softly, you give him a nod and hand him his glass back, “I mean it. You seem like you mean well, so I’ll continue seeing you.”

Frank smiles softly, leaning forward and giving you a kiss on the forehead, “I’m glad. I was hoping for that.” he says. You smile back at him, grabbing your glass, and clink it with his. “To future love.” you say softly. Frank nods and raises his glass to the air slightly, drinking the entirety of his glass. The two of you spend your time watching movies and drinking wine. The wee hours of the night come along, and Frank wakes up to see your TV still playing a random movie. It’s an Italian classic, one his nonna showed him, and he smiled softly seeing it. His smile only widens once he sees you sleeping on his shoulder.

Gently shaking you, Frank patiently waits for you to wake up. You stir slightly, sitting up properly and rubbing my eyes. “I hadn’t realized I fell asleep…sorry…” you whisper softly. “Don’t worry about it. Need some help getting to your room?” Frank asks softly. You give him a nod, “My room’s upstairs and down the hall…” you whisper, yawning. Frank nods and lifts you up carefully, taking you up the stairs and to your room. “Do you want to stay over?” you ask. “Would you mind it if I said yes?” he asks. “Not at all, stay if you want…” you mumble. “Then I’ll stay—thanks for today, I really enjoyed my time with you.”

Once he’s reached your bed, he gently lays you down and gets on next to you. He covers the both of you with his blanket, pulling you close to him. Despite the smell of deli meat, you can smell a small hint of a cologne you’d smelled one day when you were walking down the street. Maybe you had actually already seen each other before, and didn’t realize it? Oh well, it happens. At least the two of you are spending time together now, and it makes you much happier. Shutting your eyes once again, you nuzzle up to him and drift off to sleep. Frank’s phone buzzes in his pocket the second you’ve drifted off to sleep. He carefully pulls it out and sees a text from Zussman.

Hey, you doing okay? You’ve got College shaking in his boots over here!

Yeah, I’m fine. Came over to this girl’s house after I got her number at work. She’s a real sweet thing, I’ll tell you that much…

Well as long as you’re okay. Don’t wanna have to be the one to save your ass again in the case you got jumped.

Stiles: I sleep with a knife.

Aiello: Both of you are pathetic.

Pierson: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Zussman, sleepily: I could beat your ass.

Pierson: What?

Nancy, snickering: ...

Aiello: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

Pierson: