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All I Want for Christmas

Clone x Reader Life Day Exchange 2023

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Fives x fem!reader | 2.8k words

Content: fluff, Christmas themes, snuggling for warmth, confessions, friends to lovers

Prompts: "Keep doing that and you'll end up on the naughty list." & "All I want for Christmas is you."

It was a crisp and windy night, though you wouldn't feel the effects of the cold right away. Your eagerness for the evening's activities would fill you with enough warmth for a short while, as would the enjoyable company of your best friend, Fives.

You were surrounded by many friends and clones, a group of you who tried as often as possible to celebrate the year's holidays together. This year, not everyone would be on planet when Christmas Day came around, but you'd all managed to find a night earlier in the month to come together and exchange gifts, share good food, and, as you were about to do now, walk around the neighborhoods to admire the lights.

And while you loved all your friends dearly, it was Fives who you'd been most eager to see. You felt closest to him the most. You seemed to understand each other so well, falling into step right where you'd last left off, as if he hadn't been gone for the past several months. As if there hadn't been whispers that his unit had fallen under attack and may not be coming home this time, leaving you numb with worry. As if you hadn't realized you were in love with him when you heard he would come back after all, safe and sound.

"What the hell is that?" he laughed beside you as you passed by a house that seemed to be quite normal.

"What's what?" You gazed around but could only see the standard set up of dazzling lights and festive lawn ornaments.

Fives wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pointed to two reindeer decorations... that were stacked rather suggestively on top of one another. "That."

You could only momentarily process how close he was, how warm you felt being held like that, before you fell into sync with his laughter. It was a pretty funny thing to come across, especially as Fives began to muse whether the owners of the house set it up that way on purpose or if they were pranked. Either scenario was humorous. He then insisted on taking a photo of you with the indecent display in the background.

Though your laughter over the reindeer had warmed you up, the moment you two spent over it caused you to fall behind the rest of the group. You could no longer see them on the street, nor could you hear their lively sounds of chatter.

"They must have turned that corner up there," Fives said as you two started walking again. He was no longer holding you but was walking alongside you a little closer than before. Or, at least that's what it felt like. Maybe you were just imagining it.

There was a little bit of silence as you passed by the next brightly lit house and admired it. But Fives wasn't one to keep quiet for too long.

"So, what do you want for Christmas?" he asked.

You forced your gaze away from the pretty lights to look at him, noting a flush in his cheeks but deciding it must be the wind.

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled a little. "What do you mean? It's a simple question. What's on your wishlist this year?"

"I just thought... never mind," you shrugged, having thought he wanted to know what to get you, which of course was silly since your group was doing a white elephant exchange this year. "Um, I don't know. There really isn't anything I want, to be honest."

Fives knocked his shoulder into yours, accompanied by a dramatic gasp. "You don't want aaaa-nything? Impossible."

You just smiled and shook your head. "Yeah, not really."

"So you're good? You're perfectly content? Everything in your life is amazing and you're in need of nothing more?"

Of course the answer to his questions was a lot more complicated than the simple "Yep" you responded with. You were content in this moment, walking alongside your best friend, enjoying the festivities of the season in his company. But before this moment, you hadn't really been happy. You'd been worried sick by his absence, impatient to see him again, doubting that he'd be as thrilled to see you. You'd been nothing short of lovesick and you had no idea how to admit such a thing to him now.

"I don't buy it," he said, bumping playfully against you again. "There has to be something."

You finally came up to the corner you assumed your friends had turned down. You took it without thought, knowing it would loop back around to your friend's house. A house that was starting to sound really appealing given that a chill was settling back in.

"Clothes?" Fives asked.

"Huh?"

"Like a nice scarf or a dress or something?" Oh, you realized he was still trying to figure out your Christmas wish list. "Or fuzzy socks?"

"I have plenty of fuzzy socks," you said. And with that thought, you realized your toes were getting rather cold, despite being wrapped in thick socks and boots. That then led to you recognize just how cold you were all over: your nose, your hands, your knees....

"Okay, then how about jewelry? Girls always like jewelry, right?"

You rolled your eyes as you dug your hands deeper into your pockets, searching for warmth. "I don't really need any more jewelry."

You weren't paying much attention to the lights anymore, instead picking up the pace so you could get back to the warmth of your friend's house sooner. Fives didn't seem to care about the lights, either. He was still trying to figure out your supposed Christmas wishlist.

"What about a box of chocolates?"

"I buy enough chocolate as it is."

"A candle?"

"Pretty sure half of the white elephant gifts in there are candles."

"Hm... You like games right?"

"I have enough games."

"Nonsense, you can never have too many games."

"Well, when your friends aren't around to play them with you, you can."

Fives was silent. You looked over to find he was watching you with a sort of sadness in his eyes. No, not sadness... guilt.

"I'm sorry," he said after a beat. "I wish I was around more..."

"No, no," you were quick to jump in, not wanting him to feel that way at all. "It's fine. It is what it is. We all know that."

Fives nodded but didn't seem convinced. He looked away, stared straight ahead, as you passed by the last house and arrived at your friend's. The change of course up to the porch seemed to snap him out of his mindlessness and bring him back into better spirits.

"A puppy!" he declared as you approached the door. Both of you were stomping your shoes against the wood of the porch to dislodge any dirt you'd picked up along the way. "No one in the entire galaxy could say no to a puppy."

You huffed out a laugh of defeat. "Okay, sure, I'll take a puppy for Christmas."

He laughed with you as you opened the front door. You expected a wall of warmth to hit you, accompanied by smells of food and chatter of friends. Instead you were met with dim lights, silence, and a cold that almost rivaled the frigid air you'd just walked in from.

"What the..." Fives joined your confusion in the entry hall, and then snapped his fingers as he realized something. "Kix said he knew someone in this neighborhood. They all must have gone there. We beat them back."

You vaguely recalled passing by a house with loud voices from inside, surely including voices from your friends, but you were too busy trying to warm your hands now to dwell on it further. Fives placed a gentle hand on your back as he scooted past you and down the hall toward the thermostat. He messed with it a bit as you shuffled into the little den off the entry. You were reluctant to remove your coat and scarf when it was still so cold.

"Hm," Fives frowned, joining you a few moments later. He flicked on a lamp on the table beside you. "Heat's not coming on. Something's broken."

"Can you fix it?" You tried not to let your teeth chatter.

"Yeah..." he trailed off and you followed his gaze to the fireplace on the opposite end of the room. His lips quirked, a sign he was going to get up to something. "Or... we could have ourselves a cozy little fire instead!"

He shuffled around the sofa and started investigating the decorations on top of the mantle.

"What?" you asked as you stepped around the sofa as well.

"Ah ha!" He opened up what had looked to be merely a decoration of an old fashioned truck, but apparently doubled as storage for some matches. In no time, Fives had started a humble fire amongst the wood in the fireplace and was stepping back toward you.

"Take your coat off, get cozy!" he laughed in delight, sitting down on the sofa and patting the cushion next to him.

You reluctantly shrugged off your coat. You could feel little puffs of warm air from the fire but the room overall was still too cold to be comfortable. You let out an involuntary shiver as you joined Fives on the sofa.

"Uh oh," he teased, scooting closer. "Need to cuddle for warmth?"

You knew his offer was in jest, but you couldn't resist the thought, especially when your cheeks were already heating at an alarming rate just by sitting this close. Fuck it, you decided, and promptly slid your arms around his middle and pulled him close.

"Well okay then," he laughed in amusement, wrapping his own arms around you in return. He wasn't angry, which you took as encouragement and buried your frozen nose into the crook of his neck. You felt one of his hands come up to rest on the back of your head, keeping you in place for a wonderful, peaceful moment.

You warmed up fairly quickly, though your fingers still felt numb. Without thinking, you shifted a bit and slid your hands underneath Fives' shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. His muscles tensed in response.

"Whoa there," he chuckled lowly. "Keep doing that and you'll end up on the naughty list."

The heat from the blush on your cheeks immediately shot through the rest of your body. You were mortified. Fives was your friend, what were you doing?

You detached yourself quickly and mumbled an apology. He was still laughing a bit so you joined in nervously, but not daring to meet his eyes. Not when you were this flustered. He relaxed back onto the sofa and draped an arm along the backside, just beside your head.

"So, um, what do you want for Christmas?" you asked, trying to get past your awkwardness and back to the easygoing state of your friendship, despite the ache deep within your chest that yearned for something more.

"Me? Oh, nothing much."

Now you looked over at him, balking. "Fives!"

"What?" he grinned.

You swatted at him. "You just gave me shit for not wanting anything!"

"I said I didn't want much, not that I didn't want anything at all."

You huffed. "Okay, then what is this 'nothing much' that you want?"

His smile didn't completely disappear, just settled into something a little softer, more pensive. He cocked his head a bit as he looked at you, considering what to say.

"Would you be mad if I said that all I want for Christmas is you?"

You blinked at first, unable to come up with an other reaction. How could you? How could you process such a confession? Was it even a confession? Or was he just being cheeky?

You forced yourself to clear your throat. "Mad? Confused is more like it."

"Confused?" He smirked for only a second before settling back into that strange and soft look. "What's so confusing?"

"Uh... I mean..." you stammered through an awkward laugh. "What does that even mean? You want me... to do something? To... to... see me? You're seeing me right now..."

Your skin was still alight with a fire that seemed to burn brighter than the one in the fireplace. You were so flustered, and Fives was getting a real kick out of it.

"Calm down, cyare," he laughed, scooting a little closer and taking your hands into his. "I want you, as in, I want to... you know.. be with you."

He was starting to get a little shy himself, though you weren't really paying attention. Your heart was threatening to beat its way out of your chest, so you instead focused on the feeling of Fives' hands wrapped around yours. So warm, so firm. They grounded you just enough for his words to sink in. He wanted to be with you.

Now you felt like you were floating. That nasty knot that had settled into the pit of your stomach, back when you'd thought he wasn't coming home, was finally coming undone. Freeing you from its weight. Letting you soar with hope for a different kind of future with your best friend.

When you finally brought your eyes back up to meet Fives', you could finally see the blush in his own cheeks, the way his eyes searched yours for validation. He'd made himself vulnerable in a way he'd only ever been a handful of times with you. Like when he'd confessed how frustrated he was about the war, how angry it made him sometimes to think about it, how he secretly held dreams of one day escaping and living a normal life somewhere. You thought back to those conversations now, viewing them in a different light. You'd always wondered what his idea of normal was, if it included anyone else... anyone like you. And now you were starting to get an idea that it did.

"I'm sorry if this is sudden," he said quickly and quietly, filling in the silence you didn't mean to leave. "It's just... you know this last mission was... well, it didn't go very well. And it made me reevaluate my life. What I really want. And honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

He gave a bashful smile and you returned it, easing his nerves just a little.

"I was really worried about you," you confessed, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. "I didn't just want you to come back, I wanted you to come back to me. And I'm so glad you want the same."

You both laughed once more, though more out of relief than nervousness, and ended by resting your foreheads against each other. Fives then let go of your hands so he could bring his arms back around you and pull you close again. You let yourself rest against him with a contented sigh... and then bolted right back up as a thought occurred to you.

"Wait, you said you want me for Christmas?"

"Yeah..." Fives' eyes were wide with alarm.

"Just for Christmas? And that's it?"

The tension immediately left his shoulders as he realized what you were doing. He gave you a look and you used all your willpower to hold back your amusement.

"So when Christmas is all over, you'll be done with me?" you pushed on with the bit. "You won't want me anymore?"

"Ugh, cyare, please," Fives rolled his eyes and tried wrapping his arms around you again.

"I just want to be clear about this." Your voice was breaking, as was his own act to be annoyed. The two of you could never hold it together for very long.

"Of course I'll want you after Christmas is over," he said through a chuckle. "I'll want you for Valentine's and for your birthday and all the solstices..."

"So you only want me on holidays?"

"You're killing me here, you know," he grumbled into your shoulder.

You would've continued with your teasing, but just then the front door opened behind you, letting in your missing friends. Even if you and Fives had tried to act innocent, you wouldn't have been quick enough. Whatever they'd been talking about on their way in immediately changed into a chorus of gasps and cheers.

"Well it's about time!"

"Oh my god!"

"Finally!"

"I knew it!"

You snuggled closer to Fives, in part to hide your embarrassment, but also to escape the wisp of cold air your friends had let in with them. Fives laughed along with the commotion while holding you, and it felt like the most natural thing, being in his arms like this.

"For the record," he later whispered into your ear, when things had died down with your friends enough, "I want you every day for the rest of my life. If you'll have me."

You smiled into his chest and held him closer.

"Of course. You're all I want, too."

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hades--baby · 8 months

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Frozen Blood and Warm Hands

Summary: Price knew that you were aching to get back out on the field and get your hands a little dirty. You'd been stuck on base for too long and he could tell that you were starting to get antsy, so he assigned you to a mission that would have you stationed out in Russia for a few months. He also assigned Lieutenant Simon Riley and Sergeant John MacTavish to join you on said mission, hoping that the tight quarters of the little safe house you'd be stuck in would resolve whatever tension set between the three of you. Fortunately for you, the tight quarters and a near-death experience would force the three of you to acknowledge the elephant in the room: the love you three shared for each other and what the fuck you were going to do about it.

Note: This is my first COD fic so I'm a little scared to post, but I hope y'all enjoy :)

Word Count: 7224

The light knocks you rapped against your Captain’s office door had been quiet and polite, almost as if you hadn’t wanted to bother him (even though he had quite literally been the one to summon you to his quaint office). A muffled “come in” sounded out from the other side of the thick door and you waited another beat before swinging it open.

“You asked to speak with me, sir?” you said as you stepped into Price’s office.

“I did,” he said, adjusting his posture to sit up in his seat properly. You shut his office door behind you and stood at attention in front of his wooden desk. He paused his movement and glanced up at you for a few moments before chuckling to himself as he shook his head. “At ease, Frost.”

“Thought you were gonna have me standing there all day, Pricey,” you joked, adding on the little nickname you had so graciously gifted him a while back.

A small smile graced Price’s face, one that he didn’t mind you seeing. He knew that the second he dismissed you, the typical military formalities that were ingrained into every soldier’s mind would be thrown out the damn window. Meetings with you were always a rollercoaster, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You walked forward and plopped down onto one of the comfy chairs set in front of his desk. He casually held out his cigar to you—as he did every time you came into his office—and you kindly plucked it from his calloused grip, taking a deep drag for yourself as he shuffled a few files around. He eventually flipped one of them open, scanned the papers, and then set it down in front of you.

“I have your next mission,” he said, sliding the file over while holding his other hand out. You took one last solid drag from the expensive cigar before handing it back over to him. You picked the file up and flicked it open. Your eyes trailed over the small words printed in fading black ink, taking in the surprise of the mission.

“You’re sending me to Russia?”

He nodded.

“In the middle of winter?”

Another nod.

“For a month?”

One last nod.

“Fuckin’ hell,” you said, shaking your head as you dropped the file back onto his desk.

“Come on now, don’t fret. You won’t be freezing your arse off alone,” he said, letting a tight-lipped smile pull over his face. You knew that look all too well. “I’m sending Ghost and Soap along with you.”

“You know, I think I’d actually prefer to spend a month on my own in the snow, sir,” you muttered, eyes flashing wide for a split second as you snatched the file back up to look over the fine details.

“You say that as if you don’t spend every waking moment with them,” he said, giving you a pointed look. You sent him a faux glare and reached over to pluck the cigar from his hand again. A smug smirk fell over his lips as he leaned back in his seat. “Thought you’d be happy to spend a month alone with your lover boys.”

“Don’t call them that,” you said as you looked away and sank in your seat, but that wasn’t enough to hide the light blush that had dusted over the expanse of your face.

Truth be told, you were absolutely ecstatic to be sent on a long-term mission with Ghost and Soap.

They would make the job easier.

Make the days pass by a little faster.

Make your life a little more enjoyable.

And perhaps the close quarters would give you the courage to finally answer the salient question that they had asked in the privacy of your own room. Much to your surprise, they had proposed an offer of being a beloved addition to their relationship.

To be the muse of their waking moments and restful dreams.

To be one of the very reasons they fought every night and day to stay in this torturous reality no matter how dark and scary it could be.

You had been mulling over the damned question for the past week even though your answer had been set on the tip of your tongue the moment they had asked.

You just couldn’t seem to get it out.

You had shared intimate moments with both of the men before.

Nothing crazy.

Just little things.

Little things like sharing the quiet moments after a long, rough mission to patch each other up. Or waking up on a cold morning to see a steaming cup of fresh coffee sitting on your bedside table with a little note scrawled out in Soap’s handwriting, letting you know that breakfast was ready whenever you were. Or the peaceful nights where you sat on the roof of the barracks, watching the stars in good company. Or even the times when you’re tucked away in Ghost’s room, taking long, burning sips from a bottle of bourbon he’d stashed in his desk drawer while Soap schooled you both on why Scotch was a much better choice when trying to soothe a soldier’s soul.

You had always thought that they were just playing nice with you; per Price’s orders, or something along the lines of that. Taking care of a fellow soldier who was a part of their team because that’s just what you did with the people you knew were watching your six out on the field.

However, there had always been moments where you truly started to question whether or not they were doing it just because you were a fellow soldier or if it was because you meant more to them than just someone they worked with.

One of those moments had been when they had found you tucked away in the dark expanse of your room. Harsh tremors shook your hands, ragged breaths overtook your tight lungs, and jarring meaningless words slipped from your lips in self-deprecating whispers.

Your mind felt as if you had slipped through the cracks of thick ice over a frozen lake and started drowning in the freezing murky water of your own thoughts and memories of the traumas of life and war.

Simon and Johnny had somehow found a way to ease you out of your own chilling mind. They seemed to know exactly how to calm you down and how to bring you back to the reality your mind had managed to fret from. They had set themselves at your sides, pulling you into a tight press between their large figures. And it truly wasn’t until Simon had lifted the bottom half of his mask up to his nose and pressed light kisses to the crook of your neck as Soap gently grazed his calloused fingertips over your face that you realized that what you thought was just simple care from your comrades was much more than just that.

They had stayed with you, just like that, for the entire night.

They asked you to be with them a few weeks later.

Touching on how much they adored you.

How much they craved to have you by their sides every moment they could rightfully steal you away.

How much they loved you.

And good Lord you wanted to say yes right then and there, but you knew that there were things that you had to work out before giving them an answer. Things you wanted to figure out before stepping into something you so desperately wanted to be a part of.

After all, the military was an unforgiving place and you were a little terrified that it would tear the three of you apart if anyone with ill intent were to find out.

So you told them that you had to… think about it.

“Are they supposed to be babysitting me or am I supposed to be babysitting them?” you asked before taking a nice slow drag from the cigar pinched between your fingers.

“A bit of both, just to be safe,” Price answered, humor lacing his tone.

“Fucking fantastic,” you muttered, setting the file back down with a sigh. “When do we leave?”

“Two days from now at 0600.” He took the cigar back with a wink and a nod. “Have fun in the cold, kid.”

“God damn, it’s as cold in here as it is out there,” you snapped as you stepped into the safe house that you, Ghost, and Soap were meant to be sharing for the next month or so. A shiver ran down your spine as you stepped further into the house.

“Someone get a fuckin’ fire started,” Soap said, rubbing his hands over his arms in an attempt to warm up.

“Do it yourself, Johnny,” Ghost said flatly as he shut the door behind him. Soap huffed a bit as he grabbed a few pieces of firewood that were neatly stacked and kneeled down in front of the fireplace. You smiled a bit, finding it amusing that he was actually doing as he was told.

And while the two of them figured out the whole fire situation, you decided to take a look around the small cabin that you found yourself situated in. Honestly, it wasn’t all that bad. There was a decent-sized kitchen, the living room was surprisingly cozy, and there seemed to be enough firewood to last you ages.

The only thing that really seemed to strike a nerve with you was the bedroom.

You swore you were going to strangle Price when you got back to base.

In the very middle of the cozy room was only one comfortable-looking bed. Sure, it was large enough to fit the three of you, but you’d have to be really snuggled up together to make it work. You silently cursed Price again, making a mental note to snag one of his nice cigars as payback.

“Anything exciting in here?” Soap asked, appearing right behind you in the doorway. He spotted the one bed you had been staring at and huffed out a heavy laugh. “Hey, LT, get a load of this!”

The other man in the house silently stepped up behind you, shamelessly pressing his chest up against your back. He immediately spotted what you had been grimacing at and what the Scotsman beside you had been grinning at.

“I’ll take the couch so you two can have the bed,” you said, not wanting to deal with either of their badgering about who’d sleep where.

“Not so fast, lass,” Soap said, shaking his head with the same grin on his face.

“It’s too cold to be sleeping separately out here. We’d be better off sleeping together,” Ghost said, backing Soap up without a hint of hesitation.

Regardless of the cold, you felt a light wave of heat fall over your face and a faded red dust on your already rosy cheeks. He could have worded that better, the three of you knew it, but it didn’t matter.

“I think I’ll take my chances with the couch and the fireplace in the living room,” you muttered, not wanting to overstep a boundary, especially when you still hadn’t given them an answer to their proposition.

And although you were acting in protest, you knew that they were right about the cold. The three of you would be better off sleeping together in one bed, sharing all the body heat you could to keep your toes from freezing off.

So to avoid any further argument, you sighed and tossed your rucksack into the room, simply letting it be. Ghost and Soap took that as your resignation from the couch and into the bedroom with them. Without another word, you pivoted on your heel and walked back out into the living room, hoping to get the chill out from your bones by sitting next to the fireplace.

“Jesus fuck—if this place doesn’t warm up soon, I might actually lose it,” you said, switching between rubbing your hands together and holding your palms out towards the fire.

“You could always come cuddle up to me, Frost,” Soap joked, sending a cheeky grin and a wink in your direction. You rolled your eyes and tucked your chin into the popped collar of your coat, hoping to hide your face enough so neither of the men could see the light blush that had graced your face. Then again, you could always just play off your rosiness by blaming it on the damn cold.

“You two need to rest up while you can. We head out at 0800 tomorrow,” Ghost said, his eyes flicking between you and Soap before he slipped into the bedroom.

“He’s right. It’s already pretty late and we have an early morning,” you said, nodding your head as you stood from your place in front of the fireplace. The three of you had arrived late in the day at the drop point and with the additional couple kilometer hike to the safehouse—it was safe to say that you were ready to tuck in and fall asleep.

“And bring some of that wood in here. There’s a fireplace in the room too,” Ghost called out from the bedroom. You grabbed a few pieces, passing them over to Soap as you both made your way into the room. Ghost got to work on the fire while you quickly changed into a few thick, comfortable layers to sleep in.

There were already at least three blankets on the bed and you prayed that the blankets combined with the boys’ body heat would be enough to keep you warm throughout the night. You looked back at the bed for a moment, taking a deep breath as you tried to piece together the words that were scattered in your skull.

It’s not like you three hadn’t shared a bed before.

It would just be like all those other times.

Except this time, you knew something that you hadn’t known before:

They loved you.

At least, that’s what they told you.

“Have you thought about what we talked about the other day?” Soap asked, slinking up behind you. He rested his hands on your hips, gently squeezing your supple skin. You smiled softly, catching yourself leaning back into the warm embrace of his broad chest.

You appreciated how Soap didn’t let a teasing tone lace his words this time around.

The jokes had been set aside.

Now he was just truly curious.

You took a deep breath and let it out in a quiet sigh, one that Ghost noticed, regardless of how subtle it had been in your mind.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it,” you said, nodding your head.

“And?” Ghost said, stepping in front of you.

The two men had successfully pressed you between their bodies, keeping you nice and warm. You kept your eyes away from them for a moment. Well, there’s no better time than the present, you supposed. You slowly lifted your head and took a deep breath.

“We’re gonna have to hide this from certain people, you know? People who are too stuck in the old-fashioned military ways to acknowledge something like this,” you said, looking between the two men. “We all know how the military feels about there being more than two people in a relationship and with you two technically being my superiors…”

And though you had been trying to address a serious concern of yours, Ghost and Soap couldn’t help but feel ecstatic because the fact that you were bringing up your concerns meant that you were willing to try. They knew that airing out your concerns was your way of saying “yes” to them.

“We’ll figure all of that out together, if you’re willing to,” Soap said, resting his face in the crook of your neck, something that you had learned to love so tenderly. Simon leaned his forehead against yours and you willfully closed your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m willing.”

“Are we clear to move forward?” you asked over comms, waiting for Ghost to give the all-clear to proceed. Your lieutenant was hidden away in a treeline not too far from the base you and Soap were meant to be infiltrating. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out intel retrieve.

Quick, stealthy, and easy.

“Affirmative. You two are clear to move in,” Ghost said, his raspy voice reverberating over the comms.

You glanced over at Soap and nodded your head towards the door, earning a nod back. The two of you entered the building and went your separate ways. You made your way down the dark corridors, shouldering your rifle as you aimed to favor the small pistol in the holster wrapped around your thigh. While the others on your task force seemed to prefer to keep their rifle in hand when clearing a building, you learned that you preferred to have something a little smaller and lighter. It made life a little earlier when it came to sudden close combat situations.

You carefully checked each corner, going through all the straights and turns you needed to go down in order to get to the room you were meant to be in. Comms had gone silent, a mutual understanding of the peace and quiet needed when it came down to a mission like this. The three of you couldn’t necessarily talk unless you wanted to get caught. Wouldn’t be much of a stealth mission if you were just out in the open for everyone to hear and see.

A couple of gunshots popped and echoed throughout the dark hallway, making you halt and press yourself against the nearest wall. Shouts of Russian orders followed the loud gunshots and you let out a quiet groan.

“Soap, please tell me that wasn’t you,” you muttered into the comm system, trying to keep your voice as quiet as you could.

“Yeah about that—” he started, sounding out of breath as more shots began to echo throughout the corridors. “Get the info and then meet at the rendezvous point. I’ll lead most of them out of the building to buy you some time.”

“God damn it,” you said, shaking your head as you continued down your path.

You were surprised that Ghost hadn’t chimed in and said something about Soap’s position being compromised, though you were sure that he’d say something sooner or later.

You hastily found the room you needed and immediately got to work, searching for the important files that Price needed you to retrieve. Thankfully, they were easy to find. A deep breath heaved out of you as the file began to download onto your hard drive. The gunshots outside started to get closer and closer, making your knee involuntarily bounce and your nerves cloud up in your throat. The system finally chimed when the files were done downloading. You snatched the hard drive up and shoved it into one of your pockets.

“Alright, time to go,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed your pistol. You made your way out of the room, keeping a wary eye on your surroundings. “I’ve got the files. En route to the rendezvous point.”

“Both of you need to hurry your arses up,” Ghost snapped, annoyance lying in the undertone of his deep voice.

“Thanks for the outstanding advice, LT. I’m hauling ass as fast as I can,” you said, rolling your eyes as you continued to make your way out of the building. “We’re going to have to lay real low for a bit after this one.”

“No shit.”

The moment your boots met the snow outside, a loud gunshot cracked in your direction. A group of Russian soldiers were heading right for you, guns in hand and braced against their shoulders as they started to gain some ground on you. You immediately started running and Soap suddenly popped up beside you.

“What the fuck happened?” you shouted.

“Slight complication,” he said through heavy breaths.

“You mean you got caught.”

“Oh haud yer wheesht,” he snapped back.

The treeline that your rendezvous point was set in quickly came into view. Your eyes fell upon the frozen lake set between you and the treeline and you let out a huff of a breath.

“We can get to the rendezvous point faster if we cross over the lake instead of going around it. We can take them out once we get some cover in the treeline,” you said, jutting your head towards the frozen lake beside you.

“ Take the damn shortcut,” Ghost snapped. “I’ll give you two some cover fire.”

You prayed that the lake was frozen all the way through.

Only one way to find out.

You took the risk and let out a sigh of relief when the ice didn’t budge beneath your weight.

“Shortcut it is,” Soap said, dropping onto the ice beside you before taking off again.

You and Soap made it close to the treeline, almost off of the faulty ice when a piercing crack near your feet echoed over the horizon. The two of you slid to a stop, knowing exactly what the sound was. The ice had cracked somewhere near. You forced yourself to take a deep breath as you tried to figure out what your next move would be. Slowly shifting your weight between your feet, the ice started to crack even more.

“Oh, we’re pure pan breed now,” Soap muttered under his breath.

“Fuckin’ Scots,” you muttered back, wishing you knew what he had said.

“What the fuck are you two muppets standing around for? Keep moving!” Ghost snapped over the comms, no doubt watching us from the little perch he was hiding away in.

“Ice cracked, LT,” Soap said, looking around just as you were. Bullets flying in from behind started to crack the ice even more, making you and Soap flinch. He grabbed your wrist and whipped you back into motion. “Fuck it, we have to go!”

He was right. You needed to move and—at the very least—make it to Ghost. Let the damned ice crack behind you, you were not about to get fucking shot—

And just with your luck, a gleaming bullet whizzed through the thin air and lodged itself right into your back, nuzzling into the small gap of flesh that your tactical vest didn’t cover. There was zero traction between the soles of your boots and the ground and you soon found yourself slipping and crashing through the thin ice beneath you.

Icy water encased your entire figure, seeping through all of the trusty layers you were wearing until you were soaked down to the bone. Your body had immediately stiffened, lungs filling with the chilled liquid. The pain in your side could barely be felt as a prickly sensation overtook your limbs, leaving you with nothing but a stinging sensation to crawl over your skin.

Your mind had stopped working.

It was as if the painfully low temperatures had severed any connection from your brain to your body.

You tried to wade your arms through the water to keep yourself afloat, but the harsh convulsions racking through your shrinking lungs and tingling hands made it nearly impossible.

You tried, and tried, and tried.

But to no avail, you felt the cold completely set in and your mind finally blanked.

“Grab her, Johnny! I’ll cover you!” Ghost shouted, finally appearing from the treeline.

Soap rushed over to where you had disappeared through the ice. He reached his hands into the dark water to grab onto your limp figure that had started to sink further into the freezing water. Ghost made quick work of the remaining soldiers, lodging two bullets in each of their figures until they were all slumped and limp on the ground, completely out of commission. He turned around just in time to see Soap pulling their own limp soldier from the icy depths.

“Come on, Frost. Up and at ‘em,” Soap said, hooking his arms under yours and dragging you off of the cracked ice. You groaned and opened your eyes a sliver, teeth chattering. He easily spotted the crimson blood seeping through the layers that were covering your lower back and staining the white snow beneath you.

“We need to get them to the safe house,” Ghost said.

“We’re a solid klick out, but we can make quick work of it if one of us takes their heavier gear,” Soap said. He grabbed the bandana tied to his belt and placed it over the bullet wound on your back, putting as much pressure on the wound as you could.

They were lucky that you had fallen into the ice water right after getting shot. The imminent level of hypothermia would help with slowing the bleeding down, hopefully giving them the leeway that they needed to get you to the safe house without you bleeding out on them. But Soap knew that the ill temperatures wouldn’t stop the bleeding altogether and none of that would actually matter if the hypothermia took you from them first.

He quickly gathered all of your gear and strapped it to his own body.

“Let’s get going,” he said, nodding his head.

Ghost managed to get you on his back, keeping your cold body draped over his. He could hear the shallow breathing of his companion, your teeth chattering louder and louder by the minute breaths you had been taking.

“Stay with us, Frost,” he said, his voice fighting against the whipping wind.

You let out a quiet grunt in response in hopes of letting him know that you were still around, but you could feel your eyes closing as your head dipped further into the tall man’s shoulder.

The trek to the safehouse had been horrid.

The two men completely dreaded the kilometer they had to run with all of the extra weight on their shoulders. Though, to be perfectly clear, they weren’t dreading the actual work of the trek. It was more so they were dreading how long it took because they knew that every minute—every second—that passed was another moment closer to something fatal happening to the person they had come to love so dearly.

Ghost’s usual nerves of steel were rattled.

This was the first time in a very long time that he had felt like this.

Scared.

This was the first time in a long time that he had felt truly scared.

Johnny seemed to always test his resolve when they were out on the field together, but the Scotsman always found his way home (never completely unscathed, but he would, at the very least, make it to his own bunk after every mission). When your life was added to the roster of people Simon cared about, his worry nearly doubled any time their military-issued boots touched hostile ground.

Watching you crash through the ice and take a die into the dark water had practically made his heart stop in his chest. It was enough to make him willingly blow his cover in the safe depths of the treeline that the three of you were meant to rendezvous in.

He wasn’t ready to lose you.

Not when he had just let you in.

He had opened the doors and let you in to see the chaos of his mind and heart, something only Johnny had seen before you had managed to slip into their lives.

He didn’t want to lose the gentle touch that you had brought into his life.

The gentle touch of your hands as they ran over the dark tattoos painted over his forearms. The gentle touch of your voice as you eased him through an episode after a mission. The gentle touch of your eyes as they raked over the bottom half of his face when he lifted his balaclava to his nose in order to take a sip from the burning bottle of bourbon they had decided to share.

He refused to lose you.

Simon refused to let you be taken from him.

“Thank fuck, we made it,” Soap breathed out, snapping Ghost out of the trance of his own thoughts.

They had finally made it to the safe house.

Once they were inside, Soap immediately started working on getting a fire started while Ghost set your limp form on the floor near the fireplace.

“We gotta warm them up slowly and take care of the bullet wound,” Ghost said, kneeling down in front of you. You had stopped shivering. He knew that you were hitting a detrimental point in your state of hypothermia and that in tandem with all that blood loss… it could be a matter of minutes before you slipped from their hold. “Alright, Frost, I’m gonna start undressing you now. You still with us?”

You barely nodded in response.

“I need a verbal confirmation, Frost.”

“I’m… I’m still with you,” you forced out, your words slurring as your blue lips barely moved.

“Good. Keep it that way.”

Everything felt… hot.

It felt as if you were fucking burning from the inside out.

You were practically begging Ghost to just take all of your layers off. You knew that you passed the point of feeling cold and you couldn’t seem to fully process the way your skin tingled and burned. Ghost’s hands unbuckled and unstrapped the rest of your gear from your body, dragging away the heavy tactical vest (that should have stopped the damn bullet that was wedged in your lower back) and the belts and holsters that were wrapped around your limbs like damned vices.

Soap had gotten a fire started in both the living room and the bedroom, grabbing the med kit in the process of making his way back around to the pair curled up near the fire.

“Help me sit them up, Johnny.”

Soap carefully sat you up and set himself behind you to keep you propped up just as Ghost wanted. You winced as you felt your skin stretch from the movement, the edges of your wound being pulled into an uncomfortable expanse. With your mind lacking the energy to make you scream, you were reserved to quiet winces and groans to show your pain.

Your skin had paled far too much and both of the men started to feel more and more frightened for your poor state of well-being. They had never seen you in such a state of weakness. You had always been the bright-eyed addition to the team. The soldier that lifted the morale of others around them no matter how shitty the situation was.

To see the star of their life so dull in their arms terrified them.

Ghost made quick work of peeling your boots and pants off next, glancing up at your eyes here and there to make sure they were still open. They were half-open, but they were still open, which was all that mattered to them right now.

Soap put a heavy hand on the bullet wound on your back, keeping pressure on it as he looked down at your face. He craned his head to the side, trying to keep sight of your paling facial features. The fact that you looked so near to the color of death… he couldn’t bring himself to finish his thought.

His eyes were stuck on the light ice crystals that had clung to your lashes, hovering over your heavy-lidded eyes. Eyes that he had easily lost himself in before. During long mission debriefs, in the mess while you joke around with the rest of the task force, and when you would solemnly stare off on the way to another mission drop point.

Though, his favorite time to lose himself within the pools of your eyes, was when you were laid out on his or Simon’s bed, talking about everything and anything that came to mind. He fell in love with the way your eyes lit up every time you talked about something you seemed to have so much passion for. He adored the way your eyes seemed to brighten every time he sent a harmless flirt your way. He craved to see the way your eyes melted into his every time his hands touched your skin.

“Get them talking,” Ghost said, looking up at Soap for a moment. The young Scotsman cleared his throat, thoughts of the warmth their eyes usually provided dissipating from his mind.

“Hey, lass,” he started, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he tried to get your attention. Your head lifted slightly, brow furrowed, and your eyes—the eyes he had fallen so in love with—gleamed with confusion. He prayed that the memory loss that typically came with the harsher levels of hypothermia hadn’t set in yet. Your head lulled to the side for a moment before you looked up at him. “Can you tell us what your name is?”

You muttered your own name, the dull whisper almost getting lost in the whistling of the wind outside.

Soap hummed in response.

“And what do the boys in uniform call you?”

You took a moment to remember your own call sign.

“Frost,” you answered.

“Good that, Frost,” he said, nodding his head. He used his free hand to open up the med kit, knowing that he needed to work fast.

Ghost stood to his feet and started stripping away his own gear, throwing everything aside as he worked quickly. He silently winced as the cold air nipped at his skin. The fire had started to warm the cabin up, but it still wasn’t enough. If he was still feeling cold, then he couldn’t imagine what you were feeling.

“Let me take them,” Ghost said, sitting in front of the pair. Soap nodded and let Ghost take you into his arms, but he kept his hand firmly planted on your wound. Ghost sat you right in his lap, pulling your chest against his own, letting your skin finally meet in hopes of warming you up. You winced, the stinging pain spreading through your body just as the warmth does. He wrapped a blanket around both of your figures, having to keep part of your lower back clear so Soap could get to work on your still bleeding wound. He kept one of his arms around your shoulders and the other near your hips.

“Alright, lass, I’m gonna get this bullet out of you and get you all stitched up,” Soap said, pulling a fresh pair of gloves on.

“Come on, Johnny,” Ghost said as he rubbed one of his hands over your freezing skin. The Scot knew that the taller man was worried about you. His voice didn’t shake, but there was a sense of urgency that followed his words. The same urgency that Ghost had revealed back in Las Almas when he had been shot.

Soap got to work, disinfecting the area as much as he could before grabbing a pair of dull tweezers and hovering over the wound.

“This is going to hurt,” he muttered, grimacing to himself before diving in.

Even in your nearly unconscious state, you sucked in a sharp breath and pressed yourself against Ghost’s chest, trying to escape the freezing edge of the tweezers that had just been inserted into your lower back. You let out a cry of pain, limbs finally starting to work again as your hands grasped onto Ghost’s shoulders. Your nails dug into his skin and he clenched his jaw, holding you a little tighter in an attempt to keep you still so Soap could do his work as quickly as he could.

“Fuck!” you gasped, clenching your jaw as you shoved your face into the warm crook of Ghost’s neck. Your skin rubbed against a mixture of his own skin and the thick material of his balaclava. Tears pricked your eyes and you immediately closed them, not wanting them to fall but the pain in your back threatened to make all of that happen. “Fuckin’ hell—”

“We know, love, we know,” Soap cooed in hopes of soothing you. He furrowed his brows as he continued to fish for the damn bullet. When he finally grasped onto it, he slowly pulled it out, relieved to finally see the glint of metal getting pulled from your wound.

The release of pressure in your back made you sag and slump into Ghost’s hold, no longer fighting against his strong grip on your body in an attempt to keep you still. Everything about him was warm, comforting, and inviting. You could feel yourself slipping away into his kind embrace. Ghost must have noticed because he jostled you around a bit, forcing you to keep your eyes open.

“We need you awake, Frost,” he said, holding you a little closer as Soap started to stitch you up. The moment the cold metal needle laced itself into the top layer of your skin, you jolted.

“Sorry,” Soap muttered, trying to work as quickly as he could without hurting you. He soon finished and tied the stitches off, patching it all up with fresh gauze and a bandage to keep everything covered. “Alright, done.”

Soap grabbed another blanket and wrapped it around you and Ghost before running his hands over your back, soothing you as you started to regain control of your uneven breathing.

“Get your gear off and meet us in the bedroom. They need all the heat they can get,” Ghost said, nodding his head towards the bedroom that you three had been sharing. Soap nodded as he started to work on all the gear strapped to his body. He hadn’t realized that he hadn’t taken anything off as he was trying to get you all patched up. Everything suddenly felt much heavier and a whole lot colder, giving him a little more incentive to get everything off in a timely manner.

Ghost set you down in the middle of the bed, resting blankets over your still form before sliding under the covers behind you. Soap soon appeared in the doorway, looking over the sight set before him.

The sight of the two people he loved most lying in bed together, legs entangled beneath the many layers of the blankets resting atop them. His heart yearned to lie beside them, to let himself entangle in the precious bond in front of him, but he couldn’t help but just watch them lie peacefully for a few silent moments.

“Get in here, Johnny,” Ghost beckoned as he pulled his balaclava off and threw it onto the nightstand behind him. Johnny’s eyes widened as Simon brought a single finger up to his lips, telling him to keep quiet before nodding his head down at you. Simon settled back down behind you as Johnny slid into bed right in front of you.

You still looked a little hazed, but the way your hands were reaching out to him, practically pulling him in closer until he was flushed chest to chest with you… It drove him crazy. Your cold fingertips urged him even closer and he complied, happily following your touch. He rested his arms around you, his hand meeting Simon’s arm that was wrapped around your waist. The two men kept you pressed up between them as they watched some color return to your skin.

“Hey,” Johnny whispered, nudging you gently. He knew that you shouldn’t fall asleep just yet. They needed you to get a little more color and a little more warmth in you before you slipped off from the conscious world. “Tell us how you got your callsign, Frost.”

You took in their warm embrace for a few moments longer before answering.

“When I was younger—when I first joined the military—I was always a little too serious out on the field. It was almost kind of ridiculous how serious I tried to be as a private,” you started, your words no longer slurred, but the exhaustion in your voice was still evident. “My old team used to say that I would turn into a stone-cold killer when I was out on the field. So they started calling me Frosty, but it changed to Frost as I got older.”

Johnny chuckled a bit, thinking about how you’d probably lose your head if the team started to call you Frosty nowadays. And while he thought about that, you couldn’t help but think about the low rumble of a deep laugh you had felt reverberate from his chest and into yours.

You loved his laugh.

You loved him.

You wanted to stay here forever.

Just like this.

Tucked away in every crevice of Johnny and Simon’s hold.

Warm.

Safe.

You’d do anything to stay here, but you knew that it would have to come to an end eventually.

But for now, you were content with living in the moment for once.

Simon placed a gentle kiss on the crook of your neck while Johnny placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. A quiet sigh slipped past your lips as you melted into them, but a gasp filled your lungs again the moment you realized that you had felt Simon’s lips graze over your skin and the stubble that covered the bottom half of his face scratched against your skin.

He wasn’t wearing his mask.

He wasn’t wearing his fucking mask.

Johnny soothingly shushed you with a small smile on his face as he ran the back of his fingers against your soft cheek.

Johnny was okay with this.

Simon was okay with this.

“Relax, love,” Simon whispered into your skin, letting his breath warm your neck. He ran a hand over the bandage on your lower back and a light shiver ran through your body as his fingertips grazed the edges of your fresh wound. He muttered a quiet apology, going back to resting his large hand on your hip.

“Don’t go tearing my stitches, Si,” you muttered, laughing lightly.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Simon and Johnny felt a heavy weight finally lifted off their shoulders. You were joking around again, which meant that you’d (most likely) be okay. They both let out content sighs, glancing at each other as they noticed that the other had done the same thing. The two men smiled softly at each other, eyes meeting in a warm stare.

Johnny looked over Simon’s face, wishing he could reach up and trace the jagged scar that ran through his lover’s smile. Simon wanted to melt into Johnny’s mouth, yearning to press his lips against the Scot’s, just to make sure he was really there—that everything happening was real.

“Acting like a bunch of lovesick teenagers,” you muttered, a giddy smile falling over your face as you closed your eyes.

“You say that as if you don’t act the same way, lass,” Johnny muttered back, keeping a smile on his face. You snuggled your face into his chest to hide your growing smile. He and Simon chuckled, shaking their heads at you.

It was a rare occurrence to hear Simon laugh.

You only got to hear him laugh in quiet moments like this.

Moments that only you and Johnny knew existed.

“Get some rest, love,” Simon whispered before pressing another kiss to your neck.

And just like that, the soft touches of their fingertips grazing over your skin lulled you closer and closer to sleep until you finally relaxed completely into the darkness of their embrace.

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Scarabia Romantic Headcanons

Not even gonna lie; writing these headcanons just makes me simp over characters I have never simped for. So hope you enjoy this! Kalim is a cutie, and Jamil is just yum.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. Beta read by Grammarly and it’s trying its best.

Romantic Headcanons

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is going to be another one who doesn’t realize he likes you for a while. For him, however, it’s not for lack of knowledge in the subject. He loves all of his friends and acts overly familiar with everyone in general. He’s simply more of a slow-burn kinda guy, where it’s going to take a lot of these interactions before his heart begins to skip beats for you. It’s nothing against you; he just needs to be close to someone before being capable of forming a romantic attachment.

Once he does realize he’s fallen for you, he won’t be wasting any time. He’ll go ahead and let you know, probably asking Jamil to prepare a fancy dinner and then taking you on a carpet ride afterward in order to confess. It’ll be romantic, sure, but the hopeful look in his eyes is enough to melt even the coldest hearts. Kalim already knows this, so when you say yes, he’s just overjoyed, and you’ll have to tell him to start directing the carpet again because he will lose focus and start crashing.

At first, it’s almost like nothing changes once you two start going out. He was always grabbing your arms and hands anyway before he even knew he liked you. Inviting you out, getting you presents. It’s what he does for all his friends. So it’ll be a bit hard for you to determine if he was actually serious when he confessed when he doesn’t change a single thing about how he acts around you.

Bring it up to him, and he’s going to laugh before grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. “Is that all? Why didn’t you say anything sooner? Jamil said I shouldn’t overwhelm you at the start, but if that’s what you want.” Be prepared for daily dates. Even if it’s a short one in the cafeteria. Jamil will be cooking for the both of you at this point (since Kalim refuses to let you eat normal cafeteria food while he eats gourmet meals from Jamil. You two have to be matching in your foods).

He’s also going to be having you as the honored guest at every party he throws. Just be sure to remind him to tone it down if you don’t want to be riding out on an elephant to the party where everyone is staring at you. You thought it was a joke when Kalim first suggested it until Jamil cornered you later and informed you he was very serious and you should let him know that you wouldn’t appreciate such an entrance. Unless you do, then you do you.

He likes his time spent with you but expects to be around other people constantly. He’s too social to be in his room all day; near late afternoon, he will happily go back to his room with you, sitting down and just talking about the day. He could listen to your voice for hours, even if they’re the most mundane stories. Still, during the day, just expect to be dragged around campus and greet just about everyone he remotely knows.

You’re going to be bombarded with gifts whether you like them or not. Kalim wants his lover to be pampered with the best things life has to offer, after all. He’s been to Ramshackle, and it’s not hard for him to tell that you’ve been struggling financially, judging by how all the furniture is beaten up. At first, it’ll be accessories or even stuffed animals. Grim adores it because Kalim will throw in the fanciest tuna money can buy and stock a shelf in your fridge for you.

After a while, he’s going to realize you might need more practical stuff. Sure having gold jewelry looks nice, but when you live in a hovel, it’s hard to feel luxurious. So he’s going to slowly be buying furniture to replace the old stuff. You are more than welcome to tell Kalim to tone it down, not everyone is good with always receiving presents (especially expensive ones), but he’s going to insist you let him do this. You make him happy just by being around him, after all, so he wants you to feel comfortable.

Kalim has always been the type of guy to grab your hand out of nowhere and lock his fingers with yours, even before you had a relationship, and that won’t be stopping anytime soon. He doesn’t even realize it half the time when he’s doing cute couple things with you. He just wants to be as close to you as possible. Leaving you with kisses all over your face is another thing he is totally unashamed to do. Give him a quick kiss on the lips if you want him to stop. He’ll go red, then laugh, telling you how cute he thinks that is.

Lots of sleepovers. Kalim really does enjoy being near you, and since night is the only time it’s just you two (not even Jamil will bother), he cherishes it. So he’s going to insist you spend the night with him, even keeping pajamas and extra uniforms in your size in his closet for when you agree. You’ll be under the covers with him like two little kids, talking and laughing until you’re falling asleep. Kalim is also a cuddler and will move in his sleep until he’s wrapped around you in the most awkward ways. Don’t be surprised when you wake up and he accidentally has a knee jabbing into your back.

Jamil Viper

Your relationship with Jamil is going to be one of the rockiest starts, in all honesty. After the whole overblot incident, he wants nothing to do with you. He still sees you as the one who ruined his plans, and he doesn’t take that lightly. Never mind the fact that he’s just a little bit grateful to you and your friends after helping bring him back from that state. He’s still going to see you as a nuisance for a while.

Jamil will slowly start to warm up to you over time. It’s hard to avoid you when Kalim seems so attached and is always inviting you over for parties. Go out of your way every time and offer help for Jamil. He’ll be suspicious at first and don’t even think about helping with anything that has to do with food. He trusts you as far as he can throw you, but that applies to everyone. If you want to help clean up, he won’t mind. As long as things go back where they belong, you’re more than welcome to help him with the aftermath of parties.

The more you help, the more he’ll grow to like you. He is stressed beyond belief with everything he has to do. Taking care of the dorm and Kalim, basically running the basketball club, there’s a lot on his plate. He’s going to find himself making more and more time for you, though, and even making extra food for you to take home to your dorm as thanks for helping him out. It’s going to take some time before those feelings blossom, so patience is a virtue.

Once he does realize it, though, he finds himself more relaxed in your presence and seeking you out more and more. He’ll even offer assistance when it comes to school work, as long as you don’t yap to other people exactly why your grades have skyrocketed. Your relationship is going to develop gradually until it’s just at the point where you two are seen as dating. That’s when he’s going to ask if you want to go steady with him (yes, he might even state it just like that).

He’s a very attentive boyfriend; having been watching over someone his entire life, it’s not hard for him to tell you exactly what you’re needing. Returning the favor is always appreciated but not expected from him. He makes you something to eat for lunch, then maybe bring a home-cooked meal or something from the Mostro Lounge (if you can’t cook) for dinner. He helps you with some homework, and maybe you help tutor some of the Scarabia students later on with what he taught you. He will be thank you and possibly planning on marrying you if you help get rid of 90% of his workload.

Jamil will make time for you through his busy schedule. At first, Kalim is going to be interrupting often, not realizing Jamil has his own life, but if you just text Kalim informing him you’re on a date, he’ll suddenly leave you guys alone for the rest of the day. As long as there’s something he can eat in the kitchen that won’t poison him, he’s happy. On days when he’s swamped and can’t really spend much time with you, he gets annoyed very easily. Maybe come over and help him cook by cutting things up and handing them to him. Go shopping with him, and make his mundane chore fun by being with him.

He’s going to become just as protective over you as he is of Kalim. If he thinks something or someone is suspicious, he’ll be on high guard. Advising you to perhaps not interact with that jittery freshman with shifty eyes. It’s absolutely not jealousy. He has nothing to worry about in that regard; he’s just worried that maybe someone would do something to you, distracting him, so they can get to Kalim. It’s all totally reasonable.

Be prepared to have Kalim gushing over you. He’s happy that Jamil found someone to make him happy, which means you guys now have to be best friends. Dates with the three of you will be more common. Sometimes it might even feel like you have two boyfriends, but Jamil shuts down the idea when you joke around with just the two of you. Still, Jamil doesn’t mind going places with you and Kalim. It means he gets to watch over his two responsibilities at the same time and not have to worry about the other.

Ramshackle might become his new sanctuary. It’s dusty and gross, and the furniture smells like mildew, but there are no expectations for him. When things get too much, he might show up at your doorstep to relax a bit. He probably won’t be spending the night, too worried about Kalim burning the dorm down in that situation, but he’ll be there for a few hours. It’s also the time he can be more affectionate towards you. PDA isn’t something he partakes in at all. Even walking to class, he normally won’t hold your hand, deciding you two would stand out too much. In the safety of Ramshackle, though? No expectations. No onlookers. He can just be with you.

He’s going to love it if you partake in his hobbies. Do you want to learn to dance? Say no more; he’s going to show you the beginner moves and make sure you don’t get injured (just don’t practice without him, he’ll worry about you snapping your neck doing a headstand). Do you want to come to his basketball games and practice? He’s going to show off a little more than usual, but don’t voice it. He swears he’s just taking practice seriously, but Floyd and Ace will notice the difference and tease him. If you help him clean up after games and practice, expect him to steal you away and leave you breathless with kisses in the closet. He’s hyped up from that adrenaline and feeling on top of the world still.

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