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v1vian-th3-f4nfic-wr1ter · 1 month

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Pastor Jeff x Reader HCs (Crackfic??)

General Themes: Religion, Aftercare/Implied Sex, Cuddling, Kissing, Angst

Authors Note: Obession 1# in young sheldon, not kidding, maybe dr linkletter or hagenmeyer but he is number 1# (though connie is a good runner up)

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Anyways hes a religious man, he is a pastor so expect him not to be home in the afternoon unless you work with him, he is also goes on church retreats often so expect alot of alone time, though that doesnt stop any affections from him, he always calls you to make sure you are safe and okay because he loves you more than Jesus himself

But when he has his day off? Expect sex, he is a pastor but when he wants it, he wants it, also very gentle mind you, also he is very clingy afterwards, loves you and your body is just a plus to him, anyways he gives the best aftercare, sometimes he doesnt even take care of himself, he wants you to be comfortable, though when you dont want to, hes chill with it but makes up with it by being overly affectionate

Speaking of he loves kissing you anywhere when you want, how you want and where you want, he is also very big on consent, if you dont like touching, the most he will do without asking is a hug or a chaste kiss on your cheek really, but when you allow him to kiss you passionately, he will pin you to the nearest wall and hold your neck, that is if you are married, if not dont expect it much outside when he asks or when you are engaged

Cuddling this man feels like hugging a warm and soft stick/twig, i imagine him to be thin and slim but also tall and has long limbs, especially his arms, he could wrap his arms around you twice around your waist if you are small enough, speaking of which he finds it cute youre shorter if you are, he loves picking you up when you allow him to

Also loyal as can be, wont even look at a woman unless its for work or something important ot just yknow being the pastor, he will die by you or die before he even thinks of cheating, if you break his heart, its fine, as long you are happy and live peacefully

Semi-angst

If you ever cheat on him, he wouldnt do anything, he would just let it happen and wont bat an eye, but the bottle isnt large enough to hold his feelings, eventually he will explode at you and it will always end with you breaking up or divorcing and you moving out, and him drinking his heart out until he passes out and forgets the night, it haunts him forever and will probably stay single until he dies

He wouldnt complain if you did something to him, just as long you didnt bottle it up, he will take it to his grave, even if it hurt him, he will suck it up, he loves you too much to let go of the fleeting feelings of love in general, hurt him as much as you please, he wouldnt say a thing

Hes insecure of himself all around, low self esteem and all, he knows he shouldnt envy others for having your attention, but he just have a gut feeling he csnt get rid of that you will leave him some day and leave him all alone by himself, thats also a reason for him being a bit of a pushover and letting things happen, hes a pastor, alot of things get past him, no matter hoe much it hurts him to see it happen

Also a bit toxic and possesive, he loves you and wants you to be happy but he cant bear to see you with another person, because hes not the type to care for himself and cares about others...unless they flirt with you in that case they are never ever going to enter or step foot in his church ever, a yandere of sorts i guess?

#young sheldon #pastor jeff x reader #crackfic maybe?#pastor jeff #x reader #angst #fluff

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nakaremfarlei · 22 days

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Was just thinking about the amount of animals Obi-Wan interacts with compared to literally everyone else and in the Clone Wars episode where Kamino gets attacked he literally gets saved twice by the same ray-like animal and just...

The growth from judging Qui-Gon for the 'pathetic lifeforms' he picks up to whatever he has going on during the Clone Wars era. He must have gotten that from Qui-Gon though, right?

And because it's my brain and it's rotting with all the star wars stuff I am consuming I was thinking of Obi-Wan saving all these creatures and the 212th having to deal with that. Surely they made one of the rooms pet proof in case one of them needs a new home. There also have to be clones who love that because of course Obi-Wan can't really take care of rescues on top of all his duties.

After the first few times this happens Cody learns to order animal food and other necessities. And if the Republic doesn't fulfill these requests or asks too many questions he'll just have to make sure to organize them on planet during the campaigns.

#maybe they even keep a tooka or two #for the morale #but seriously #i have been thinking about writing a soft crackfic about this #just the 212th travelling with a whole zoo #already made up my own clones and all #cody is very done but it makes his general happy so who is he to complain?#when the 501st learn about it they start bothering Rex about it #or they ask Anakin ans Ahsoka to do thr same type of Jedi magics #they want pets too can you blame them?#obi wan is pretty oblivious to all of this #he just wants to help!!#and the tenth tooka was looking just *so* sad what was he supposed to do? leave it all alone and sad and scared?#it's just chaos all around #but also so soft #clones don't get a lot of chances to pet any animals during their training and war doesn't really offer these opportunities either #so whenever other battalions work with the 212th and learn about their zoo they get excited #accidental therapy animals for the clones #and the jedi because what better way to find the energy to keep fighting and bonding with an innocent lifeform that gets affected by the war #adoptions go wild #the wolfpack asks Plo for wolves #Plo struggles to say no #star wars #tcw #obi wan kenobi #212th attack battalion #commander cody #accidental animal acquisition #I just remembered vaguely that in one of the Jedi Apprentice books Obi Wan has a bird on his shoulder??#maybe he didn't get this from Qui Gon after all though I'm sure Qui Gon encouraged and reinforced that behaviour

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sparklitive-sonya · 8 months

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I need Tommy to take Jere with him to those high-brow fashion shows to absolutely slay in strange matching outfits but before all else to cause ultimate chaos together

I wanna see them trend not just here but on all platforms for being menace to high society

#maybe they could take häärijä too #feel free to write a crackfic about this if you feel inspired #käärijä #jere pöyhönen #tommy cash #käsh

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kingsnake101 · 29 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Linked Universe - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Four & Hyrule & Legend & Sky & Time & Twilight & Warriors & Wild & Wind (Linked Universe), Four & Warriors (Linked Universe) Characters: Four (Linked Universe), Yiga Clan (Legend of Zelda), Warriors (Linked Universe), the others might join at some point Additional Tags: Minish Four (Linked Universe), Crack, Kidnapping, Misunderstandings, Four (Linked Universe)-centric, Yiga!Four, Kinda, Master Banana Summary:

When Four, stuck in his minish form, is dropped into the middle of the Yiga clan's base, he fears the worst. He would have never expected to be named a messenger of Ganon by the clan's leader. But there he was, forced to play the part of Master Banana until his brothers found him. He hoped they would soon. He was getting really tired of bananas.

I have a bunch (haha) of ideas for this. I might even make a oneshot book, who knows :>

This is somewhat of a simpler version, I have another idea that involves Twilight/Wolfie that I’ll put under the cut.

So Four keeps trying to get out, but the Yiga keep a close eye on him and he never gets to leave. In this version, either the Yiga know sign or they all learn it because it is the “language of ganon”. Eventually, he convinces them to let him go on a mission.

When he’s on the mission, he runs into the chain. He doesn’t want to blow his cover just in case, so he throws himself at Twilight/Wolfie. Wolfie can understand him, and he tells him “its me smithy I need you to kidnap me” and throws himself into Wolfie’s mouth. Twilight is confused but goes along with it

Twi and Four get captured and brought back to the base. In a last ditch effort to save Twilight, Four tells them “uhhh ganon is telling me that this beast will become my servant! He is lending me his power!” He starts telling Twi the plan in minish speak (which the yiga think is ganon’s language because of course they do). Twi even uses some twilight magic to create little wispy bits. So now they’re both stuck in the Yiga base, and Twi has to pretend to be under Four’s control. Four also tells them that Twi can’t eat bananas because “he doesnt deserve them” (he doesn’t want Twi to suffer like he has the past 2 months). Four doesn’t know if he can eat the dubious meat they give to Twi, but he will try if it means he gets to eat anything that isn’t bananas.

Thank you for listening to my rant about stupid au :>

If anyone wants to use this idea, I would love that! Just tag me so I can see it :D

#lu four #word vomit #lu wolfie #lu twilight #master banana #lu crackfic #yiga clan #idk anymore #unhealthy amounts of banana consumption #linked universe fanfiction #linked universe #I have so many stupid ideas for this you dont even know #sorry if the word dump seems a little flat #maybe removing a few periods would help

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spider-silk · 8 months

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sure I’ll make another astarion post I’m not gonna even pretend to be normal about this man

Idk how many of y’all will understand the bone deep disappointment I felt when I went to ao3 and saw the sheer volume of smut on it.

Don’t get me wrong I love and support smut writers and don’t think ppl are wrong for writing about him. But I go through page after page after page after page of smutty PWP one shots and it’s just like :(

#bg3 astarion #maybe I’ll turn this dried up account into a bf3 account #astarion #baldur’s gate #look he’s sexy I know #but blease I just want #other fanfic of him #like deep well thought out character studies #AND silly n stupid crackfics #fics don’t even have to be sexless bring the smut but PLEASE let there be a plot too #baldur’s gate 3

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rysnscommand · 8 months

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my pal @yellow-r-o-s-e just got to the elhokar part of Oathbringer. and then sent me this (transcript under the cut)

Sorry this is a comple te vibe shift im just Recovering. Havent finished processing and brain Coping. Anyway I had a dream that kaladin had to get an extra job and he was like “i think i will be a stripper. That has always been a dream of mine yippee hooray” and then it cut away to dalinar in the palace and he was on the phone which existed for some reason and he was like “hey kaladin youre the sexiest guy in the kingdom everyone is in love with you” and kal was like “thanks” and dalinar was like “but how will you use this for the army” and kal was like “ohoohoo i already Have. Im using my Skills to get people’s guars down and do spy work. Look at this sowrd i stole” and then despite having been on the phone a second earlier he was Next To Dalinar and handed him a shardblade and he was like “yeah some noblewoman was too busy flirting to notice me steal this bad boy away” and dalinar was like “wow thank you. Youve done the kingdom proud” and then he turned to shallon and was like “youre no longer the best tempress in the kingdom. Youre obsolete now. Youre fired.” And shallon started crying and then it switched to her inner monologue and she was like “i HAVE to seduce kaladin now. I HAVE to. Its a matter of pride” and kaladin started cackling and then . in my dream. I called you qnd i was like “hi what the fuck is happening” and you were like “yeah i didnt get that part either. Dont worry its not plot relevent. I just pretend it doesnt exist” and i was like “great i’ll do that too” and then i startwd reading the book again and kal was stealing horses in an attempt to increase his sexiness and then inwoke up

Im like why did i have a dream that kaladin was mettaton. My only theory is my brain was like “oh ace character” and grabbed in A Box for random traits

I need to read more and see the aftermath of the stabbing im just like. My heart still beating out of my chest im goong to pas sout

#oathbringer #stormlight archive #tali rambles #kaladin #cfsbf #maybe one day we can write a crackfic of this. it would be fun

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bonnietus · 10 months

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Just got this idea for a fic which is literally just the main characters playing dnd together and actually getting really into it.

It would start with Topher and Abe playing and he’d be like “yeah usually more than 2 people play” so Abe brings the other guys without warning and Topher is annoyed because he thinks they won’t take it seriously and they… kinda don’t but then get into it

Then Confucius thinks Harriet would really like it so she gets invited, she LOVES it. She’s def the type to have played or has badly wanted to play.

Then she invites the rest and erm.. yeah!! it’s silly. A silly idea.

#clone high #dnd #topher bus #abe lincoln #silly idea #crackfic? maybe?#clone high jfk #clone high confucius

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greyias · 3 months

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The intricacies of D&D, and trying to figure out if you can:

use planar binding on a phase spider (or equivalent arachnid-like creature)

how to dismiss said creature when his services are... no longer required

#me: maybe my third bg3 fic will be something cute yet serious and take place chronologically--#my brain: or how about we skip to act 2 and write crackfic instead?

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madameducyberversailles · 11 months

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Bryson Tiller Said (141 Crackfic)

Inspired by some dumbass shit I saw on Instagram and have been laughing at since. Could make more songfics if y’all want, I got ideas, but this one funny thing struck me the most. Enjoy the hilarity! (Seriously I looked up Texan radio stations for rap, different cars and British driving, I spent time researching this, please tell me how you feel about it)

Warnings: Swearing cause it’s military obvs, canon divergence, shenanigans, touching without knowledge (non-malicious), kind of suggestive but for comedy, short clothing is a warning? Bad/Incorrect military term use and imagery, but idgaf

Bryson Tiller Said: 141 x GN! Reader (Crackfic)

Song: Don’t -Bryson Tiller

No one knew whether or not it could be considered ‘down time’ in any way since you all were technically in hiding and appearing as civilian as possible to meet up with other agents and military personnel like yourselves, but it was enjoyable for the most part enough that the edge of the ongoing mission wasn’t as hard to deal with.

Communications had been cut off except for radio and very, very, secure messaging through military technology. You guys had to make it to the safehouse and gather with other operatives who were trying to deal with a threat- this time, from the inside. Price was already there, having been helping Laswell from the air with Nikolai when it all went downhill, and he’d ordered you all frantically to get to ‘Rockseller’s Point’, a fake place he’d made up, but it was a code word you all knew: the mission and team were compromised, meaning you all had to get to the nearest safehouse.

Thankfully, Price was thorough in his briefing before missions, and let you all know the codeword for your safehouses and their locations, establishing a system of communication that made it possible for your little group to survive should any higher up or other group decide they wanted to try a hand at eliminating you.

So, that’s how you all were here: travelling for three out of your eleven day long trip towards the safehouse. You all took turns driving (though Soap was permanently banned from sitting in the front ever since he nearly lost control behind the wheel because he got tipsy before his driving shift), and now Gaz pulled the Ford F-350 into a stop near a local gas station in the middle of fucking nowhere in Texas, trying to find the safehouse closest to the Mexican border as you got closer to meeting with Los Vaqueros for another mission in both Mexico and the States.

All of the Brits had troubles with the road. You had to drive the first day for almost 4 full shifts of 6 hours of driving, as the roads were on the opposite side, and the driver’s seat was also on the different side in America, meaning that they had to adapt and it would only be possible to do so after someone else drove for a while in order to get them able to drive in this new situation. After almost 50 hours of driving over two days, the Brits finally got used to the traffic enough that they were comfortable driving, and now, into the third day, Gaz and Ghost had driven a few hours.

Now, you were where you belonged, in your Passenger Princess seat, lovingly dubbed to you by popular culture which was technically your rightfully deserved throne at this point from carrying the entire 141′s asses to safety on the road and risking numb legs from driving. You had been reading a book as your phone charged, since everyone had to have at least one working phone just in case and you all took turns carefully charging one another’s phones to keep at least one personal device alive. You’d stopped for gas, and there was a convenience store as well that likely had overpriced sustenance, but you all would be able to make do with the 3K cash you guys kept on hand for missions just like this, located in a safe pocket known only to you and to be only used in emergencies. If had kept you guys watered and fed and still able to cover the needs for gas and any repairs you may need, thanks to you all (though mostly Ghost) keeping Soap from splurging on the drinks. Your gear in the back of the locked tailgate of the pickup truck you drove, and your friends with you meant you practically had everything you needed. Ghost was an especial help through all this due to his survival missions in previous years, and he was a godsend of help, since the other two were clowns, in every affectionate and damnable context of the word. With every stop, you all used the bathrooms (though the boys were unfortunately blessed with no social stigma or fear of their urinary systems when the bathrooms were bad enough that pig stys were cleaner) and gotten some food to keep your energy along with the MRE’s, even if the new food tasted blander than Texas sand, as Soap and you complained.

Days ago, the heat had gotten to you enough that you’d opted to wear civilian clothing, consisting of shorts and a shirt, and due to the heat you all kept having to drink water which made it worse, but at least you were trained for hostile temperatures and knew how to survive this, even with all the complaints you’d made that’d send God himself into another fit of flooding rage. You sat in the passenger seat, reading your book as Gaz, Ghost and Soap made their rounds at the gas station to gather necessities and switch driving shifts. You were shielded from the intensity of the mid-morning sun by the tinted windows, kept cool by the ac on blast as the car was stagnant as the boys conversed and argued about food to buy and driving regulations. You brought out a bag of chips that a vendor yesterday had given to you after he’d pitifully flirted with you and earned the ire of Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, and threw in free food in apology for ‘messing with the military’, which was somewhat of a cultural taboo in America, especially in a place like Texas. You began to munch on the chips, enjoying the flavour coating your tongue as you distractedly repositioned the bag between your thighs while reading, the book getting interesting as the archaeologist was about to come face to face with the harrowing truth of what they’d discovered. You didn’t even hear Ghost open the door on your left, nor did you feel the truck shift as he settled his weight into the driver’s seat, but you did comically jump when he shut the door with a slam! that knocked you out of your vicarious fantasy for a moment.

Ghosts’ eyes were full of puzzlement for a moment before his eyelids narrowed in a tell-tale sign of mild amusement, clearly finding your jumpiness funny. A dusting of red flushed across your cheeks as he teased: “Lost yourself in that book enough to let someone waltz into the truck and drive off into the horizon, hm?” making light of the trope of romance books usually being read on long trips though yours was not a romance book currently.

You turned away, smiling slightly in embarrassment as you retorted, “Well I didn’t see you waltz in, and if anyone’s driving it’ll have to be me since you guys don’t know how to drive on these roads”.

Ghost huffed, muttering a muffled ‘touché’ under his breath as he started the car up. “Buckle in, we’re leaving!” he called out to Gaz and Soap, his accented voice barking orders bringing them back to the present as you too scrambled to put on the seatbelt. Within just a few moments, you were on the road again with a full tank of gas and the wind on your skin.

You ate sparingly, wanting to save the chips to make them last. You looked up at the road and noticed there was a sign on the highway for Dallas, meaning you guys were getting closer to the destination point calculated for a productive journey to the safehouse. Knowing that you were ahead of schedule and headed into the inner cities, your worries for preserving your chips were slightly alleviated. You were closing into the climax of the book, and since you had more than you’d expected left, you decided to offer some to the others since they were likely bored and wanting a snack.

You reached towards the centre console to the cool water bottles stored in there, and took a swig, washing down most of the chips. You leaned your head on your shoulder and angled it to call out to Soap and Gaz behind you: “Hey, I’ve got chips, you guys can have some if you want, okay?”

Soap’s enthusiastic ‘yes!’ resounded through the car as he reached towards you, his hand out asking for some nourishment. You reach into the bag and place a few chips in his hand, to which his eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “These aren’t chips, they’re crisps,” he says in a hushed voice.

You roll your eyes, remembering that the Brits of course had a different word for things. “Yeah, we just call them chips in Turtle Island AKA North America, just eat it Soap” you told him, knowing he’d go on a tangent if you let him feel like he had to defend his vernacular for some reason. Soap playfully huffed, and you both went back to doing your own thing. You barely opened the book when you heard Gaz ask for some ‘crisps’ too, and you handed some over, sticking your tongue out at Soap when he groaned at his unsuccessful attempt to grab Gaz’s chips for himself, and let them know they could help themselves to the chips, or crisps as Soap was insistent on, from the bag in your lap.

You turned back to look at your book again when your eyes flickered to Ghost, the masked Lieutenant sitting proud and tall with steel posture to drive and fight the instinct to drive in the opposite lane. He was doing his best, driving on the empty scenic roads of Texas on the way to Dallas, and he must have skipped out on something in order to conserve resources, because the Lieutenant, as you’d come to know, was not as spectrally malevolent as the name sounds, as his concern for others lingers in his actions, and you wanted to make sure he was included in snack breaks.

“Ghost, if you’d like, feel free to grab some chips whenever, okay?” you offer, your voice in a hushed whisper to speak privately to him with respect.

He nods minutely, and it lets you know not only that he heard you but also that he acknowledged what you said. He kept driving. You turned back to your book.

A few minutes later, a skeletal gloved hand reached out towards the chips, and you shifted the mouth of the bag towards him so he could eat.

Ghost grabbed a few chips and you could see his hand move to the bag from your periphery before you turned back to the book, smiling to yourself that Ghost was actually eating something before your attention was fully tuned in to the book you were reading.

The road was smooth, gravel and asphalt combined with the tires of the pickup being the best kind of white noise for reading while in Passenger Princess Mode. Every so often the bag of chips would rustle to alert you someone was eating, and even Ghost’s hand didn’t faze you as he grabbed more chips, apparently enjoying the flavour. He fed himself the chips before trying to fiddle around with the radio, wondering if there was any traffic updates on the local radios, with soft static cutting in and out, adding to the languid atmosphere.

You were so engrossed in your novel that you didn’t see the envious look in Soap’s eyes as he looked at the chips, and you didn’t feel the bag being kidnapped from the security of your lap as Soap took the chips for himself and Gaz, the two soldiers crunching on the seasoned and fried potato slices to their heart’s content.

You did, however, feel when something brushed along your skin, eager fingers searching for purchase only to find a grip on the flesh of your thigh just before the hem of your shorts, insistent fingers grabbing onto the skin before it realized what it was touching.

You froze. So did the mystery hand.

Your eyes traced the gloved hand resting between your thighs, just as confused and embarrassed as you are. You tilted your head up back to Ghost.

The man was frozen in his seat, wide eyes flickering between his hand on your thigh, you and the road, the car barely moving. You could feel his hand tremble as he refused to meet your eyes.

The poor man was utterly mortified.

Silence reigned in the car, louder than any explosion you could recall as even Soap and Gaz sat stock still, wondering why the fuck Ghost’s hand was on your thigh.

No one dared to move. No one dared to breathe.

The radio crackled to life finally, getting just enough of a frequency to announce no traffic but instead burst into song-

“-Skrr, get in the ride,

Left hand is steering, the other is gripping your thigh-”

-Which inevitably caused you to snicker, and decide that it was time to be the best damn comedian you could be.

You put on the most pretentious look of surprise as you blatantly looked between Ghost’s hand and his eyes that looked everywhere but at you, and after a split second exaggerated gasp, you put your hand to your heart, clutching imaginary pearls.

“We’re not even on a first name basis, Lieutenant! I see we’re getting tactically touchy?” you said, rolling the last syllable as you batted your lashes in a way that would make satirical comedians wheeze. You even threw in a wink.

Ghost only blinked, confused.

Then you slapped your hand atop his own, bit your lip in the most obnoxious way, and leaned in as though you were going to kiss him.

The most feared Lieutenant Ghost reeled back at terminal velocity away from your pretend kiss and shrieked.

The car swerved, and Ghost cursed, his voice back to its normal low pitch as all passengers held onto their door handles as Ghost maneuvered the car back into the lane, remembering after a second that he should be driving in the right lane instead.

Soap and Gaz were getting squished by the displaced items from Ghost’s mistaken momentum but it did nothing to quell their laughter, as Soap fell onto Gaz’s lap as he wheezed from laughing so hard. Gaz was failing to hold himself upright as he slapped Soap’s back, laughing so hard his dimples showed and his stomach hurt.

You? You could barely make out Ghost’s silhouette when your eyes glassed over with tears, your entire body shaking with your hyena-like laughter as you could barely squeak at times, laughing so hard you nearly deprived yourself of oxygen.

Ghost’s shouts of ‘shut up you fucking idiots’ in between embarrassed mutterings and yelled threats did nothing to quell the laughter in the car, in fact it seemed to escalate it further, your laughter getting harder and Ghost’s shoulders hunching closer in embarrassment as he swore under his breath, his cheeks flushed a deep red with a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel under his gloved hands. Gaz and Soap kept laughing, the chips long forgotten as they kept laughing about the entire situation, with Soap and Gaz losing air as their faces flushed from mirth. The men began to tire from their oxygen depravation from laughing so hard, and the laughter quieted down to whispered jokes and shushed chuckles.

Hours later, your book was finally finished, the ending being so heartbreaking yet cathartic at the same time that you closed the book and put it away, ready to start reading a different one later. You breathed a sigh as you leaned back in your seat, propping your one arm outside the window as wind from the sunroof flowed in to cool you down. Gaz and Soap had been so tuckered out that they fell asleep in the warmth of the sun and the steady pace of the car. You turned your body and leaned over the console compartment to grab the bag of chips back, a bit dismayed to find it nearing emptiness.

You mentally shrugged and began to eat some more of them. You turned to see Ghost, the Lieutenant’s posture relaxed if not for the tenseness of his shoulders, clearly from being made fun of. The Lieutenant had been with the 141 since its inception and was probably used to them, so he likely didn’t give a shit about the antics the boys pulled about making fun of him. So why was he tense? It occurred to you that maybe...he was embarrassed about the fact he touched you without permission.

You and the Lieutenant respected one another enough that you were well-acquainted with his mannerisms, his social cues, and his likes and dislikes enough that both on and off the field you could work together in relative ease. But his reaction to this situation now had you worried. Had any of you crossed an unspoken boundary?

Your heart started to pound harder in your chest as you worried about whether or not something bad had occurred, and if you were at fault. Ghost was not just a man who built himself up to war but also knew how to hold a grudge, and no one ever, in their right mind, wanted to be on the receiving end. Especially if they considered him a friend.

Gathering your courage, you regarded him for a moment then cleared your throat before you could chicken out. “Lieutenant?” you peeped up, your voice smaller than you’d intended.

Ghost briefly turned to look at you, his focus diverting from the completely empty road to you after one odd car passed by. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice in a more curious and benign tone than you expected it to be.

You looked down for a moment and took in a breath, causing Ghost’s eyes to flicker on you once more in a look that could be classified as nervous.

“I’m...uh, I’m sorry, sir, if we’d gone too far. Are you okay?” you asked, concern etched on your face.

Ghost grunted, nodding before turning back to the window. Silence reigned between you, causing your stomach to sink further. You pressed your lips together, eyes shifting before you heard him sigh after a beat.

“I touched you without permission; I should have apologized earlier. ‘M sorry if it made you uncomfortable”, he says, and the tinge in his voice tells you enough.

He’s not upset at you. He’s concerned if he made you uncomfortable.

The Lieutenant is not just feared, but also respected. Because he gives that respect to others too.

You smile, shaking your head softly. “I’m okay, sir. It was no big deal. I know it wasn’t intentional”, you said, feeling better now that the air was cleared. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Lt”.

You can see the tension leave him, his shoulders no longer as tense, now that there was no reason for there to be any awkward tension.

You smiled, more to yourself than to him, before settling down to sit more comfortably in the seat. Picking up your phone, you checked the percentage of power before finally unplugging it, checking through different apps to see if there was a message.

“If it’s of any consolation, I’m okay with touch. I know you weren’t trying to hurt me,” comes out of your mouth absentmindedly.

Ghost doesn’t answer.

Instead, the lieutenant’s fingers toy with the controls of the radio, finally giving up and scrolling it back to the Texas radio station ‘The Trap’, and letting it play music softly so as not to disturb the sleeping soldiers behind him.

You leaned on the centre console storage, arm laying on the armrest.

Ghost’s right hand drops from the wheel, his forearm meeting your elbow. Heat radiates from him, emanating through the fabric of his sleeves.

His wrist hangs over the console. Two gloved fingertips overlap your bare ones, warmth seeping into your skin as Future’s Turn on the Lights plays.