Support classes reaction to reader getting jealous? Like the merc is getting a lot of attention from like idfk a group of women getting gas at a gas station and reader is just like : |
Support classes react to a reader getting jealous!
It's something to think about, so keep these three men In awkward situations, I know you like to watch it.
Medic
It smelled of blood and meat. This is not surprising, because you spent time with your favorite psychiatric doctor. The man was collecting someone's insides in a container. Fortunately for him, this someone will not wake up, it will not cause problems. You were sitting with him, on the lookout. The door, the existence of which you did not even know, opened with an unpleasant creak. Ludwig yelped, covering his crime with his back, you slowly approached him.
"-Oh, there you are, Dr. Doe! I've been looking for you everywhere! And you, of course, were here, well, how else! You are a real doctor, a real master of your path!"
This girl was making eyes at Ludwig from the very beginning. And of course she fell for his fake name.
"- uh⊠well⊠Actually, I'm busy."
"- of course, of course! I understand, I don't dare to distract you, I just would like to spend a little more time with you. You're leaving soonâŠand we wouldâŠyou know⊠We could have done something in my office."
She was already snuggling up to him and running her finger along his chest, but you intervened, speaking to her in a completely unfriendly tone
"- Dr. Doe doesn't need a secretary for his job."
You spoke up, looking at her angrily. Obviously, you're jealous, which only made Ludwig worry more
"- FrÀulein, actually, I have a girlfriend"
The unpleasant personality changed dramatically in her face, obviously, she saw her plans crumble into thousands of pieces right before her eyes
"- Oh, is that so? I was hoping it was just a friend of yours. Well, I think I'll go. I have urgent matters to attend to.."
The girl hurries to the exit. Before leaving, she throws a tearful glance in the direction of the Medic
"you broke my heart, Dr. Doe-"
She waves her hair and locks the door. You can feel Ludwig exhaling all the accumulated air in his lungs. And how anger boils inside you, rising to your face.
"- Gott sei DankâŠ"
"- WHAT A SLU-"
"- shh. She's gone, but that's half the tro-. "
"-I really hope she doesn't look at you anymore."
You interrupted him with a frustrated face.
"-âŠOf course not! I only love you, and some girl won't change my mind. Besides, she doesn't have such a beautiful body like you."
He puts his arm around your waist and then looks at the pile of organs in the container.
"-Ve still need to get zese organs out unnoticed.."
You nod. Yeah, he's damn right.
Sniper
The brainy figure shakes while his van hurriedly drives along a deserted road. It was unbearably hot outside, so Mick was left wearing only his vest. Anything is better than his entire working form. You were steaming in just a T-shirt and shorts. On the other hand, you enjoyed each other's appearance.
"- need t` refuel."
"- alright!"
You're moving on, to the nearest gas station. And fortunately, it appears soon. You pull into the gas station, noticing a pink mini-bus next to one of the gas pumps. Girls in swimsuits were hanging around. You're tense.
"- what is it?"
"- bet it's just a busload of prostitutes."
You were silent for a minute, but Mick interrupted the silence by opening the door. You jumped out after him. He inserted the refueling gun and looked at his watch. It seems that no one noticed you and was not going to bother you, so you relaxed.
"- I'm going to get some water."
He nodded curtly, and you walked away past the noisy girls. They smelled of a disgusting cloying perfume. Disgustingly feminine music was playing from their bus. The disgusting pink color irritated your nerves, but you didn't say anything.
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In your hands were bottles of cold, even icy water and one ice block. There were no girls in sight, thank God, but when you approached the van, it became clear to you where they had gone.
The Sniper did a good job, he didn't give them any attention, even if the girls climbed under his vest. He beat those hands painfully, but did not give an answer.
"- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??!"
The girls looked at you like a flock of seagulls.
"- Not every guy at the gas station is lonely man, NOW LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!!"
"- you managed to snatch a gorgeous male~"
One of the girls blurted out, poking you in the nose and they left, chattering something in squeaky voices. Mick exhaled, growling. You patted him on the back.
" 'm sorryâŠ"
It seems he felt a lot of guilt for this situation
"- it's not your fault, Mickey, they just need a rich guy who can pay them all."
"- I know⊠but I'm sorryâŠanyway."
You pat him on the back again, comforting him. He smiles warmly and is clearly calming down.
"- thank you, sheila."
"- no worries. Would you like a popsicle?"
Spy
It was a hot Friday evening, even stuffy. You had a long weekend ahead of you. And of course the Spy wouldn't be the Spy if he didn't decide to spend his weekend with a glass of fine wine. You went with him, and he immediately warned you that there could be quite rich people there, who often turn up their noses so high that they don't see people under them. You said you'd be careful with him and he smiled warmly, scratching the top of your head. The Frenchman finished styling your hair while you picked out your best clothes. He praised your costume/dress and you finally came out. When you arrived at the liquor store, you admired its beauty. It was neatly built of a dark-grade of some kind of wood, the logs were hewn and beautiful patterns were neatly burned on them. When you went inside, a rather pleasant smell of wood and wine hit your nose. You glanced at the spy and he looked confident and pleased. You walked between the shelves for a long time and every time you were amazed at the number of wines that generally happen in this damn world. A note of unpleasant bitter feeling settled in your chest when a buxom lady in a black ball gown and curly hair approached your man and began to ask about something.
"- you look like a person who understands this, what kind of wine can you recommend?"
To your indignation, the Spy answered her, consulted her, communicated with a warm smile. You're not used to seeing him like this. Maybe he is callous and tired only in front of his colleagues? It's because they're all men in a row, isn't it? Or maybe the smell of wine just hit him in the head and that was enough for intoxication? It didn't bother you at all. When the girl left, thanking the Spy for the consultation, you pulled the sleeve of his suit. He understood everything from your displeased face.
"- oh, don't do that, Mon chéri, you know that I only love you. The lady just needed advice."
He gently pats you on the cheek and the feeling of his gloves on your skin more or less soothe you.
"- let's not linger here."
"- well, bien Mon amour, I just chose what to take~.
