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murdrdocs · 5 months

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MDNI ; explicit NSFW content

sometimes, when the night air has a bite to it and the stars seem to shine a little brighter, luke castellan will sit by your side and confess his desire for a normal teenage life.

he won't say much, only telling you that he wishes he lived a life similar to yours, and maybe you can pull a specific desire or two out of him. but either way, you're always quick to fill the silence with possibilities, telling him of all of the things you he do to achieve a similar feeling.

he tries to implement some of them into life at camp half-blood. asking for cherry and blue raspberry slushies in his goblet at dinner. partaking in your stash of substances you shouldn’t have had at camp when he's free. sneaking around with you to play with each others bodies with enthusiastic curiosity at any hour of any day.

from what you can tell, that is his favorite part about being a teenager.

at first, he was quick to turn your casual conversations during the night into desperately grinding your clothed crotches against each other without any cares of how it looked, only caring about how it felt. letting out any moan or praise or thought in a quiet enough whisper to not alert anyone (or more likely, anything) that could be out there with you.

and even though you had nothing but constellations as your witness, you dare not bare your bodies. instead keeping them trapped in your clothing, attempting to ignore the way heat was multiplying as you both chased a feeling that seemed impossible to catch like this.

it was much easier to capture the feeling that started low in your groins before erupting all over the rest of your bodies when you were in the showers. where he became more desperate and bold.

always being the last two to clean your bodies at night would guarantee solitude, a state neither of you ever took for granted. times like those, you share a stall, stripped down completely with nothing at all to hide your bodies, save for the soap which is not used until after.

after he’s kissed you stupid.

after his fingers have traced every curve and bend and protrusion of your body.

after you’ve admired him with your eyes and your lips and practically begged him to do something, anything.

after he’s brought both of you pleasure from whatever method he’d settled on that night, or from whatever seed of an idea you sweetly planted in his brain.

no matter when or where or how, luke is always eager to have you.

it’s nearly impossible for him to get his fill, a stark reminder to you that while he is a normal boy in most circumstances, the blood running through his veins gives him an edge human boys will never have. the power coursing through him—a characteristic you share but not to the same extremity—allows him to take you over and over again without faltering, even when you’re left begging for mercy.

(sometimes, he’ll pity you. most times, he kisses you to keep you distracted, and then swiftly pulls another orgasm out you before you can cry and whine about it)

#luke castellan #lukesworld!#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #celeste writes misc

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nptnewr · 1 year

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141 + Alejandro, Rudy, and König when you have a nightmare

Warnings: Nightmares, brief talk of PTSD

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Characters: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, and König

Simon

Simon is a light sleeper, so he can usually feel you move around in your sleep

He becomes alert when you jolt up into a sitting position

He immediately sits up with you, talking softly, and making sure not to make sudden movements

Always waits for you to make the first move

If you start crying, he will hold you softly

If you stay quiet, he’ll keep talking to you about anything and everything

He understands firsthand how bad nightmares can be, and he’s there for you always

Soap

He’s a deep sleeper, so it may take him a moment to notice you left the bed

When he sees that your spot on the bed is empty, and it feels cold, he slowly gets out of bed and makes his way through your house

He finds you in the kitchen, a glass of water shaking in your hand

Most times, Johnny will slowly guide you back to bed, laying the glass of water on the bedside table

He listens intently if you chose to speak to him about the dream

If not, he will hold you, maybe play a stupid show on the TV to get your mind away from the dream

He checks on your sleeping figure for the rest of the night, making sure you aren’t moving too much

Price

When it comes to Price, he understands that when you have nightmares, you may not tell him

This is for two reasons, the first is that you don’t want him to worry

The second reason is the fact that you know he works all day every day, so you want him to get proper sleep, captain or not

However, Price would rather spend the rest of his night off awake with you if it meant you didn’t feel terrible

He often can tell when you try to hide that you had a nightmare, and then will spend the rest of the night with you, talking and reassuring you in every way he can

Gaz

Gaz often has nightmares just like you, so you two spend the night comforting one another

A lot of nights you two don’t end up going back to bed until you both feel much better, so you end up making a full meal at two in the morning

It brightens your night to see Gaz trying to cook a “gourmet” meal for you

It’s literally just ramen noodles most likely

You two just have a mini party in your house and fall asleep a couple of hours later out of exhaustion

You sleep the rest of the night without any bad dreams, and perhaps your dreams are about a beautiful man

Alejandro

The sweetest when it comes to comforting you

He is always a reassurer, especially if it’s an anxiety or PTSD-related nightmare

Alejandro is right there to reassure you that it was just a dream and that he is here for you

If you want to talk about it, he will be there to hold your hand and kiss your tears away

If you don’t want to talk, he will just fill the silence with him humming you back to sleep

Alejandro will spend the rest of the night with you cuddled into him, a gentle reassurance for you both

Rudy

Rudy is a mess when he hears you crying beside him in bed, he immediately tugs you closer to him

He asks you what’s wrong, and if you don’t respond he will just hold you tighter giving small kisses to the back of your head until you calm down

Once you explain it was a nightmare, Rudy decides to cheer you up by telling the stupidest jokes known to man

They are jokes that Soap taught him during downtime and they rival the worst of dad jokes known to man

It does get you laughing though, which brings a big smile to both of your faces

König

König is just as upset as you are when you wake him up after a nightmare

After your first nightmare, he made you promise him that you would get him up whenever you have one

He takes you into the kitchen and gets you a cold glass of water and gives you space

Once you feel better, he lets you tell him about it, or if not he still lets the silence linger for a while longer

Then he gets you two into the living room, placing your body on top of his while he puts the TV on

The two of you quickly fall asleep like that

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ghcstao3 · 4 months

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prompt from @juggalomary :

“A teenaged ghost who often shows up to places with bruises and cuts. Who is a regular visitor of the homeless shelter by the soccer pitch popular with the local grammar school boys. Soap who is a troubled student from the grammar school who plays keeper in soccer matches with his friends.

One day ghost missed the final call before they locked the shelter after a late night argument with his dad. He slept on bench for the home team at the pitch. Soap being soap was up at that ungodly hour playing soccer when he accidentally hit ghost with his water bottle.

Next thing they knew ghost will either throw rocks at soaps windows or just walk through the front door when he can’t sleep at home.”

Plink.

Johnny frowns, tearing his gaze away from his homework for a moment to wonder if he’d really just heard something. But when nothing happens for at least another minute or so following, Johnny resumes his work and chalks it up to his imagination.

Plink.

There, again. Johnny turns to the window where he’s sure the sound had come from, if it isn’t just in his head, and watches. Mindlessly twirls his pencil between his fingers and waits… for nothing. Another drawn out silence.

Plink.

Just as Johnny is making for his second dismissal, there’s a flash of grey bouncing off the glass that catches his eye. He slowly sets his pencil down and stands from his creaky desk chair before creeping toward the window.

There, on his lawn, with a bruised jaw and a toothy grin, is none other than Simon Riley.

Johnny hastily pulls his window open, leaning over the sill to whisper-shout, “Were you throwing rocks?”

“Maybe I was,” Simon whisper-shouts back. He less-than-discretely empties his hoodie pocket of an arsenal of pebbles now that he’s gotten Johnny’s attention. “You have room for one tonight?”

“Your dad kick you out?”

Simon shrugs a shoulder, grimacing. “Somethin’ like that.”

“Right, well—“ Johnny casts a quick glance back to his room, winces at the state of it, then decides Simon probably wouldn’t care, “—I’m sure my Ma won’t mind. Just wait there a sec.”

His Ma wouldn’t mind, sure, she loves Simon—but Johnny doesn’t imagine she’d be all too pleased to be disturbed at this hour, either, so he’s silent leaving his room to quietly greet Simon at the front door to let him in.

It’s the first time he’s ever come this late.

Johnny immediately shushes Simon once he’s ushered inside, though Simon has yet to say anything. He lets himself be led toward Johnny’s room without a word, dutifully following Johnny’s silent instruction to sit on the bed and wait while he retrieves the First Aid kit from the bathroom.

The bruise is worse, up close, though it’s old. Nothing Johnny can fix.

What he can fix, however, is the cut on Simon’s temple and the one through his bottom lip—all it requires is some gentle blotting of a cloth soaked with cold water to clean, and butterfly stitches on Simon’s head because it’s either that or Johnny’s wee sister’s princess bandaids to keep the wound covered.

Which, Simon jokes, would make him look too tough. But they both know the real reason he can’t use one.

When Johnny realizes he’s still leaning too far into Simon’s space, even now having finished tending to his cuts, he reels back before Simon can notice the blush that begins to bloom across his face.

Johnny hangs his head, picking at a loose thread on his pyjamas, doing his best to ignore the warmth burning from ear to ear.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” He mumbles.

He can feel Simon staring at him, something he always seems to be doing whether or not Johnny notices. Johnny continues picking at the string.

“Not really,” Simon says. “Can we sleep?”

Johnny nods, standing to push his desk chair back in place. He can hear Simon moving back on the bed, crawling underneath the covers like he’s now done so many times. Johnny clicks off his desk lamp and blindly wanders to the unoccupied side and gets into bed along with Simon.

They sleep back-to-back, always. And also like always, Johnny fights his exhaustion until he can be sure that Simon’s breathing has evened out; that he’s actually getting a proper rest.

Johnny knows he’ll have to deal with his Ma in the morning, but he doesn’t care. He just wishes it were easier for Simon to be safer like this every night, and not just the few he ends up staying here.

Johnny is still happy to provide any bit of help he can, though. God knows Simon needs the support.

Satisfied when he hears quiet snores escape Simon, Johnny, too, falls asleep.

#ask #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe #writing

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ghouljams · 8 months

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Might I be so bold as to ask for more Viking Soap please? I loved your first writing of it :)

Sure! Like I said I think this is a slow burn like the knight!Ghost. There's no romance in this piece, but perhaps a sort of understanding, a key to a door that the reader might take it upon themselves to step through later.

As Soap said in the first piece, "courting later, business now."

“We camp here tonight,” Mactavish tells you after hours of walking. At some point he’d set you down to walk on your own two feet. When his scent had replaced the smoke and you’d stopped struggling against his hold you walked. Numb as you are, you’re sure if you couldn’t still see the fire burning in your mind’s eye your feet might hurt.

“Camp?” You stare blankly at him, at the thick forest around you. Hardly a place you’d call proper camping.

“Ay,” He hardly spares you a glance, unhooking the ax from his waist, “You need sleep, it’ll help.”

You can’t imagine how it would. Closing your eyes feels like it’ll bring a curse upon you, what good is sleep when you’ll wake up to the same bleak reality? You’ll find yourself with the same company when morning comes.

“I didn’t realize the coast was so far,” You change the subject for yourself.

“It’s not,” He bounces his ax in his hand, looking at the trees around you. You’re slowing him down, you realize. “Clear some space for a fire,” He looks at you finally, his eyes pitying. You understand why he wouldn’t want to look at you if that’s what he’s thinking. He doesn’t give you time to respond before stalking off into the forest.

Your mind reels with the potential for escape. He’s just left you, you could run, could find your way back to your home. What’s left of it. Maybe there were survivors. But he left you. Which makes you think he knows your best course of action is to stay. You’re smart enough to know what that means.

You have a decent clearing set up by the time he gets back. A shallow pit dug for the wood bundle in his arms. He nods in approval at the space, and sets the wood down on one side of the pit. He grabs a sturdy branch from the pile and drops to sit against a large tree with a grunt. You chew your thoughts before putting them into words. Watch his careful hands turn the wood over before setting the edge of his ax against the grain.

You settle yourself down across from him. You think it’s good to keep eyes on this man as long as you can. If you do sleep it won’t be deeply.

"You were a Mactavish,” you start, an olive branch, a similar plight, you hope.

"Still am,” He tells you without looking up.

“You’re a viking,” you point out. The two don’t fit exactly in your mind.

“Ay, and a Mactavish,” He sniffs, “one’s a job, one’s a name. You’ll get used to it.”

“Used to what? Being kidnapped?” You watch him smile down at his work. His laughter is evident even without the sound.

“Used to being employed,” He chuckles. You don’t find it funny. This “employment” has already cost you everything you ever held dear. Friends, family, a home, taken from you for nothing. You can’t even hope to exact your revenge on the man who stole you away from it. You have nothing but your grief, and the tears that you’ve been too numb to shed.

You keep your silence. Fumbling through the dark without a guide forward. What can you do but stay quiet. It’s what you’re supposed to do after all. Quiet, docile, kept for your wits and quick hands not your mouth.

If this man wants a healer he’ll have to wait for you to gather supplies, everything you had is gone. You close your eyes and see flames, see your family’s faces screaming out in agony. Sleep, how could you ever sleep again?

“Who were they?” You ask, the three words are harder to get out than anything you’ve ever said. Yet there are still more words you can’t say, the clarifiers that you don’t want to acknowledge. The ones that burned my family, you don’t say. You said they weren’t your men, then how do you know them? You don’t ask.

“Only know one group that burns healers,” Soap tells you, you scrub at the sand that stings your eyes, “calls them witches to justify it, but there’s no honor in killing those that can’t fight back.” There’s a bitterness in his voice that you haven’t heard before. You hug your earasaid around your shoulders. Your mother’s familiar scent surrounding you, it’s not the comfort you hoped it would be.

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” You pull your knees to your chest, watching Soap carve careful curls of wood into a stick. His eyes are hard on his work. You don’t expect this man to be open with you, to spill his heart to you. You don’t expect humanity from him.

“We survive,” He mumbles, “for the ones that didn’t.”

You feel his grief catch in your chest, and mix itself with your own. Unsaid words, unlived lives. You bury yourself in familiar cloth so he doesn’t see your tears. It’s silly to cry for someone else, when you have so many tears for yourself. It saves time, you suppose, to cry for many things at one time.

We survive, you tell yourself.

#cod x reader #x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap modern warfare #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x you #soap x reader #viking!soap #medieval au #Soap really wishing he could comfort poor reader but also what can he do?#they have places to be and not much time #gotta get the fuck outta dodge before anyone comes after them

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groguspicklejar · 7 months

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part 7 of zombie!ghost

Ghost was startled when Soap hugged him. the Sergeant, John MacTavish, shed a few tears upon seeing his friend again, regardless of the slight change in him. you watched them with a smile.

the two men took you and Ghost back to their base, a small cabin deep in the woods. it looked as if they weren't going to stay here for long and you wondered if you and Ghost had something to do with that.

their Captain, John Price, arrived an hour later in a small truck and he looked as weirded out as the other Sergeants by Ghost but otherwise, they were also glad to see their comrade.

Kyle offered a handshake and a cup of coffee and listens as you narrate everything down to the last detail. you left out the part about getting bitten, though, not sure if they'll believe you when you tell them that you're not infected. that you're... something else.

like Ghost.

you're glad to have the new pair of gloves. and you kept that bit of information to yourself.

"so you haven't seen others like him?" you asked, gesturing to Ghost, who sat next to you.

Gaz shakes his head. "didn't even think it was possible for the undead to be sentient."

"or for the living to walk among them." Price added. you gave him a worried look. "believe it or not, news travels fast around these parts."

you realize it must've been that last raiding party that spread the word. Soap and Gaz must've heard about it from one of them and that lead to you and Ghost being here.

"i'd like to know how that happened." the Captain prods with a gentle tone.

Ghost clutches his gun. the Sergeants tense up because of this.

normally, people don't react well to seeing a bite on anyone. with good reason. no one wants to be infected.

but with the fact that Ghost is different and you can walk through hoards of zombies without getting a single scratch on your head, you suppose they can make an exception.

your jaw clenches. "promise you won't freak out."

"we won't." Price nods.

you glance at Ghost, who looks at you. then you take a deep breath. "i was bitten a couple of months ago."

the silence that follows is deafening. your heart pounds in your chest as you hold the Captain's stare. the Sergeants glance at each other, utterly bewildered by what you'd just said.

Price leans back on his chair with a hard expression. "and you didn't turn..."

"so far." you shrug, though your movement is stiff. "i don't know if i ever will."

your hand reaches for the vecro on one glove, the one that covers the mark. immediately, Ghost's hand clasps yours. you look at him, confused, but he's staring at his Captain.

and you know that look. he's haunted. he knows what people think when they see a bite. he's had to kill people over it.

he doesn't want his team to hurt you. he doesn't want to hurt them.

"it's okay..." you whisper to him.

it takes a minute for him to let go. and you slowly remove the glove on one hand and show him the scar. your fingers were shaking as he looked at it and extended his hand. you placed yours in his and allowed him to examine it.

Gaz and Soap moved closer to observe too.

"it was... scary... those first few minutes after i was attacked." your voice becomes shaky. "Ghost didn't leave my side during that time. i waited those six hours thinking that i'll probably be killed by someone defending themselves from me, but... but when the sun came up, i was still... me."

that day still haunts your nightmares. feeling the inevitable. thinking you were going to die without really dying. some nights you see yourself tearing through flesh, sinking your teeth in people who've long since passed.

after a long moment of consideration, Price smiles as he lets go of your hand. "interesting."

"what now, Captain?" Gaz inquires once you've gone to sleep. Ghost sits by your bed, ever the sentinel.

"contact Colonel Vargas." Price says. "tell him we found what we were looking for"

"and Ghost?" Soap adds, looking at him through the crack of the door to your room.

Price considers him for a moment. the boy hasn't been himself since Ghost left. none of them were. but they held onto each other because that's what Ghost would've wanted.

but he's here now. through some sick, twisted miracle, he's still here with them. and he brought another miracle with him.

you.

you were the way forward. a spark of hope in this desolate nightmare. Price would be damned if he lets either one of you go.

"he's coming with us." he tells the boys, placing a hand on Soap's shoulder and smiles. "can't leave a man behind, can we?"

for the first time in a while, Soap grins. "'course not, Captain."

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killerpancakeburger · 1 month

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Another Headache

SUMMARY: You get another one of your chronic headaches, and the meds don't don't work. Soap's by your side though.

PAIRING: Soap x F!Reader (Soap calls Reader "pretty girl" once, that's the only mark of gender)

TAGS: Hurt/Comfort, fluff, suggestive at the end, Soft!Soap, Established relationship, Civilian!Reader, Reader works as Price's assistant.

WARNINGS: The suggestiveness at the end, mention of chronic pain.

WORDS COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: Lots of Soaps I like in there... pouting Soap, drawing Soap, needy Soap, Human calculator Soap (because of that one post that I KNOW I REBLOGGED BUT CANT FIND!! CURSE U TUMBLR!)

“1245.87… minus 56.43… divided by 98.62….” you mumble out loud to yourself, painstakingly inputting each digit into your calculator.

“12.06,” pipes up Soap without missing a beat, not looking up from his sketchbook where he's drawing.

You look up from the device and throw him a mildly annoyed glare, assuming he concocted a random number to confuse you. It's the first explanation that comes to your mind, the most logical one, even though it would be out of character for Johnny to make your work harder, even as a joke.

“Very funny.”

Then you press the result touch and your eyes widen as the machine provides the exact same answer.

“How in the hell…?”

You look at your boyfriend again, irritation gone out the window, replaced by amazement and a dash of admiration.

“Do you have a calculator for brain or something?”

“S'basic stuffs for sniping and demolition works.”

The explanation is way too abrupt for anyone who knows how much Johnny enjoys his job, rambling, and rambling about his job. You raise an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Can you develop?”

An amused smirk stretches his lips as he still persists in not looking at you.

“Bonnie, ye need tae focus oan yer work, or ye'll git us in trouble.”

You groan in protest. Being lectured about trouble by Soap “Troublemaker” Mactavish out of all people, you couldn’t make it up. That doesn't make him less right unfortunately.

Your supervisor, John Price, only allowed his Sergeant to hang out in your office during his free time on the express condition that it would not impact your tasks. You initially couldn’t imagine that blue-eyed menace sitting still for hours only for your sake; to do your own thing in your own side of the room in silence, without any physical contact, nor any other sign of acknowledgement? That was Ghost's idea of a good time, but Soap's idea of torture.

However, it turned out you underestimated his willpower, and his determination to take advantage of every moment that could be shared with you. The intimate knowledge that he was holding back this whole time, and that the minute the clock would strike the end of your workday, he would be all over you like usual, warmed your heart and sent pleasing tingles everywhere in your body.

Sympathetic to your plight, Johnny adds with indulgence and cheekiness in his tone:

“Ah ken how much ye like mah voice, but we'll make up fur lost time after.”

You roll your eyes at the suggestive taunt, still recognizing the comment for what it is - a consolation to compensate for his refusal to extend earlier. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from retorting about how distracting he's actually being even when drawing in silence, his biceps bulging with his posture, and the mix of concentration and serenity on his face strangely captivating.

The expression he wears when sketching is one you're particularly fond of. It reveals a different kind of intensity than the one he usually displays, when eager for battle or indignant in front of injustice. It is one not many are privy to, since he tends to favor the solitude of his bedroom to scribble, making this scene all the more special and giving it an intimate tone that's enough to make your heart race.

A loving smile on your face, you throw yourself into your work.

You can feel it coming from miles away.

That accursed headache. Pushing behind your forehead, between your eyebrows and sneaking behind your temples.

Its reasons could very well be everything or nothing; the mix of cold weather and your own tiredness, the acute light from the winter sun blinding your eyes in the absence of sunglasses, the long hours spent in front of a screen.

It is light yet harsh all at once. Muffled pain always felt worse than a sharp one. Yet you know from experience it is only going to hurt more from here on.

Gritting your teeth in a grimace of discomfort, you press your hand against your forehead. The coolness of your fingers provides a respite, albeit a short-term one.

Is there even any painkillers left in your bag? You can’t remember the state of your stock-

A familiar box is suddenly moved in your line of sight. Your usual brand of aspirin.

You look up to see Soap staring at you expectingly. You take the medecine with a grateful smile.

“You really are full of surprises today!”

He pouts as he hands you your water bottle.

“Wi’ how often ye git those bloody things, a'd have tae be a bloody eejit for nae knowing how tae deal with ‘em.”

He sounds like your chronic migraines offended him, personally, and it's both adorable and hilarious.

“That's still very sweet,” you insist after swallowing the treatment.

He brings a lock of hair behind your ear before tenderly kissing your forehead.

“That's me, “Sweet Soap” Mactavish.”

That drags a giggle out of you.

An hour later, as the meds miserably failed, you’re not laughing at all anymore.

At least your work is done for the day, granting you the luxury to suffer on the rec room's couch. Laying on your back, head on the armrest, you’re pressing the heels of your hands into your closed eyelids while groaning in agony. Any bright light or screen increases the pain, so keeping your eyes closed is the only protection conceivable.

Seated right by you, your legs laying over his lap, Soap squeezes your tigh in support, itching to bring you relief but unsure how.

“What can I do?”

You remove your hands from your face to peek at him. If the ache behind your temples wasn’t occupying all space in your thoughts, you would have fussed over his chagrined expression that wasn’t without reminding you of a worried puppy. He was torn between concern for you and frustration of not being able to do anything. Johnny absolutely hated not being capable of remedying a problem. It made you want to cover his face in kisses, not only to placate his frustration, but also because you were filled with cute aggression.

“Well, I have this theory that if someone hit me really hard in the head with a baseball bat, it would help…”

“How the bloody ‘ell would it help!?”

“The pain from the blow would replace the headache.”

“How does replacing pain with pain helps…?”

“I prefer the acute pain of a strike than the dull one of a headache. It's way more bearable.”

“M not hitting you with a baseball bat,” he exclaimed, clearly convinced that the pain had made you go insane.

“I'll just ask Simon instead.”

At this point, you’re insisting more to rile him up rather than out of seriousness.

“Nae yer not,” he retorts vehemently, voice bordering on a growl.

You're about to laugh when he suddenly gets up, still taking care to not send your legs flying off the sofa. Worried that you managed to actually piss him off, you half pick yourself up, raising on your forearms, but he exits the room before you can catch his expression, ordering you to not go anywhere. Not like you were planning to anyway.

You flop back on the couch, closing your eyes and massaging your temples. A moment later, deliciously cold fingers rest on your forehead. You hum in appreciation.

“Better?”

“I love you,” you declare boldly.

The husky laughter Soap emits in response is almost as soothing as his touch.

You suddenly open your eyes as a realization dawns on you.

“Johnny, why are your hands fucking freezing?”

“Put ‘em under cold water,” he retorts casually, like it was evident.

You sigh, closing your eyelids, endeared by his behavior but also a bit fed up.

“You're crazy.”

He chuckles again.

“Crazy in love maybe.”

You don't need to look at him to know the smug smirk he's displaying with that comment.

“Wipe that goofy smile off your face, Mactavish.”

“Make me.”

You playfully slap whatever part of his body is nearby, then sigh once more.

“It's only a temporary solution, though. Unless you intend to spend all night turning your hands into ice cubes.”

“Ah could try-”

“Johnny, no.”

“Johnny, yes.”

“Don't be silly.”

“Will have tae be, unless ye've got a better option.”

“Laying in the dark with a wet cloth could help… or at least it's supposed to.”

This is how you ended up in Soap's bedroom with the lights off, both of you laying on his bed, you nuzzled on his torso with his arm around your waist, a washcloth soaked with freezing water on your forehead.

“Is it working?” he asks, barely a few minutes after settling down.

You cannot contain a smile at the impatience in his voice.

“More or less. But what sucks the most with this method is.. “

“Aye?”

“I'm so freaking bored. Cannot read, cannot use my phone, cannot fall asleep either. And with no distraction, I cannot focus on anything but the pain.”

“Ah could distract ye... If ye wanted.” he immediately suggests.

“What are you thinking of, pretty boy? Surely nothing… inappropriate.’

Despite your playful words, your fingers start idly running down his chest, and the shiver that travels his skin in response doesn't leave you indifferent. You hear him suck in a breath, and he grasps your wandering hand only to press it flat against his pectoral, even raising his breast to deepen the contact. Meanwhile the hand holding you tightens its grip on your flesh before traveling lower to grab your ass.

“Now that yer mentioning it, ah read online that it could help wi’ headaches…”

“That what could help, Johnny?”

“An orgasm, bonnie,” he rasps.

You let out an amused sigh at the bold statement, trying to hide how much effect the rasp of his voice has on you.

“Hear me oot-” he pleads, apparently worried that you’re taking him for a perverted loser obsessed with his own pleasure over your comfort. “A'm not bullshitting ye-”

“I know, baby,” you appease him. “I know about the orgasm being a thing.”

“Ye know?... wait, ye knew this whole time? Why didn’t ye say anythin’?”

“Let's just say I'm skeptical of that method.”

“Did ye already try it?”

“Nope. But I'll believe it when I see it.”

“Then let me make ye a believer, pretty girl. Please? Pretty please? Will make ye feel so, so good, promise. Lemme take away yer pain, hen.”

He punctuates his begging by burning kisses, on your temple, your cheek, your jaw, your neck. His fingers sneak under your shirt, tickling your waist. The neediness in his voice and his touch makes you whine his name helplessly.

“Johnny…”

He echoes your whimper with a moan of your name.

“Alright, alright,” you capitulate. “For the sake of experimentation.”

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TF 141 reacting to a very strong Reader(gn preferably) ? Like strong to the point they can lift at most 700pds? (315 kgs) like it's paper? Can be romantic or platonic

(ps. I have zero idea if you are taking requests I feel like this would be a funny thing)

Your wish is my command! This is literally so fun to write :D Keep the requests coming if you want :) I hope you like it!

Warnings: Cursing .. once again (I can't write literally nothing without a single curse word)

Strong!Reader x TF 141 - Friendship Headcanons

The team doesn’t know right away how strong you actually are. It’s not a fact you like to introduce yourself with. Mostly you keep it to yourself until you start to trust the people around you. Apart from this, you like it when people underestimate you.

Funnily your body doesn’t match your strength level at all. You have a rather slender and delicate form.

And that’s how you got your call sign within the Task Force 141. Soap started to call you “Tiny”, which has absolutely nothing to do with your height. He just likes to tease you. Unfortunately, the name got stuck in their brains and everyone calls you “Tiny”. At first you were not happy about it, but over the time you get used to it.

One evening it was your time to shine. Almost the whole team gathered to drink some beer or other alcoholics to unwind from a rather hard mission. Captain Price is nowhere to seen. Probably in his office doing some work like he always does. No one of you is really drunk just a bit more loose than usual.

Of course, Soap started to throw around dares like there is no tomorrow. We all know our beloved Scottish clown. You enjoy the sight as they try to out beat each other in different dares like who can drink more in ten seconds and so on.

“(Y/N), you are so tiny! I’m pretty sure you can’t even pick up Gaz!”, Soap can’t contain his own joy. He would learn in a few seconds to never underestimate someone because of their appearance.

With a bright smile on your lips you stand up and pick up Gaz bridal style. “Okay… that’s new”, Kyle isn’t quite sure how to feel about being carried like this. As if it wouldn’t be enough already you do a few rounds of squats.

The silence is deafening.

You keep doing your squats as Gaz holds onto your form for his dear life. He would never admit it but he feels quite safe and protected in your arms. The soldier starts to see you in a new light. Is that how a crush feels like?!

“Hold on, mate! Wait a second!”, Soap finds his tongue again throwing the empty bottle of beer away in the same second, “Now is my turn!” You put Gaz down and give Soap a chance to be carried bridal style.

“What the hell did they feed you back home?”, Ghost asks quite surprised, which is a rare sight. Grinning you shrug your shoulders doing more squats with Soap in your arms, “Nothing special. I’m just strong and love lifting things.”

“Steamin’ Jesus!”, Soap’s cheeks start to turn red. He has never been carried like that and it feels very good. “Get down, Johnny”, Ghost rolls his eyes playfully annoyed, “You are making a bloody fool out yourself.”

“Why did you keep this secret to yourself?”, Gaz can’t believe they all called you “Tiny” since your transfer into the team. “Just waited for the right moment, I guess”, you hold out your free arms for Ghost, who shakes his head slowly. “Can you carry us both at the same time?”, Soap exclaims excited and almost jumps into your arms again.

Captain Price walks down the hall to get himself a tea. He has been sitting hours at his desk doing tons of paperwork. Now he recalls that he didn’t hear a single word from his team for those said hours. Panic washes over him in an instant. Where were you all and what stupid shit have you done this time?!

“OH MY GOD! THIS IS INSANE!”, Price follows the loud voices he recognizes immediately down the hall but stops abruptly.

There you are all Soap wrapped up in one arm and Gaz in the other one. You carry them both doing squats without even breaking into a sweat. Ghost just raises his beer bottle cheering it at Price, “Hey, Captain! Nice evening, huh?”

Price looks at each of you a solid second with a shocked face, “What the bloody hell I am just witnessing?” Soap claps his hands still excited about your hidden talent, “Tiny is fucking strong, Captain!” Price just nods in agreement, “I can see that.”

“Seems like Tiny isn’t an appropriate call sign anymore”, Ghost summarizes the situation in one sentence. Price can’t still get over the fact you kept this promise for such a long time to yourself. He takes happily the beer that Ghost overs him.

“How much can you lift?”, the Captain can’t take his eyes off of you fascinated and horrified at the same time. You are still doing your squats with Soap and Gaz. You probably could outlift him at any time! He has respected to before but now he kind of worships you. Can’t he have a whole army of soldiers like you?

“Hmm… Around 700 pounds I think was the best I ever did. I can probably lift more but I never tested it out”, you say that like’s something absolutely normal to do. Price almost chokes on his beer as Ghost slides down in his chair. What have you done?

Soap and Gaz share an overly excited glance clapping their hands, “We have to test that out right away!” They wriggle themselves free from your grasp to run around in a search for heavy things to lift.

Ghost wouldn’t admit it but he is also impressed with your skills, “That’s going to be a long night.”

#cod imagine #cod x reader #cod mw2 #john price #john mactavish #simon riley #kyle garrick #friendship headcanons #cod hcs #task force 141 #mw2 x reader #mw headcanons #price x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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Letter

A/N: I really wanted to expand on some stuff I said over here. It's not a full fic, because it felt right to end it where I did, but I hope you guys enjoy regardless. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (no Y/N) No warnings required. Word Count: ~620

It’s early when Captain John Price hears his office door open, the sun just barely beginning to peek over the horizon. The steady footsteps that follow once the door closes again tell him exactly who it is without the need for him to look up and confirm, but he does so anyway.

“Good morning, Simon,” Price says. “You’re early. Brief isn’t for another hour. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Delivery,” Simon says from behind his mask as he extends a hand.

In it is an envelope.

But it’s not addressed to John.

“What’s this for?” he asks as he takes the letter.

“Your desk,” Simon replies simply.

Oh.

It’s that kind of delivery.

It’s no secret (amongst the team, anyway) that in Captain Price’s top left desk drawer, behind lock and key, is a cache of similar letters. Two are from Price. Several are from Gaz. A small bundle is from Soap. Inside are contents meant only for the requested recipients, and only intended to be read if the writer doesn't come home. Each one is written with the express desire to never be opened, but with the somber knowledge that they might.

None of the letters in the Captain’s desk had ever been written by Ghost.

Until now.

“I’ll make sure it gets to its destination,” Price says simply. “Why don’t you have a seat? Still got time before the briefing.”

After some hesitation, Simon does so. It’s almost as if the silent giant knows what’s coming.

They’ve worked together for some time, after all.

“You’re really serious about this girl, aren’t you?” Price finally asks as he lights up a cigar. It’s less of a serious inquiry than a request for confirmation - receiving a letter addressed to her has already given him the answer.

“I am.”

“Can I ask why now?” Price ventures slowly. “Somethin’ happen to spook you?”

He drags his mind through their most recent mission, searching for any sort of close call or event that could’ve sent Simon’s mind down the road that told him he’d need to leave a goodbye note for her.

“No,” Simon says simply. “Not really. Just been on my mind lately, that’s all.”

Price nods. He doesn’t need Simon to elaborate, sometimes these things intrude on one’s mind even during more peaceful hours. He knows that all too well. He exhales smoke, watching in the lamplight as it curls through the air.

“I take it you want her to have your tags too, then?”

“Yes.”

The silence stretches across them, neither man taking the initiative to continue the conversation. Price would be content to sit in the quiet until he needs to brief the rest of the team on their upcoming mission, truthfully. Sitting in silence with Simon is rarely an uncomfortable thing, unless the other man intends for it to be. Instead, he takes his keys, unlocks his desk drawer, and stashes the envelope with the rest before securing it once more.

“I’d just hate for her to… not know. If something happens, I mean.”

Price nods again, and again, he understands.

It’s a big step for Simon, having an official tie to someone else outside of base, and Price knows it. He also knows that it’s to be kept as secret as possible, and he doubts Simon will even tell Gaz or Soap unless he has express reason to. The only reason he knows about her is because Simon had declined sticking around after last mission’s debrief, telling him there was someone he needed to see.

“I’ll make sure she’s taken care of,” Price promises, and he means it.

He doesn’t point out how Simon’s shoulders release some of their tension in response.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles

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spectres-n-soap · 2 months

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All The Things I've Said PT2 - Ghost x Reader x Soap

Content Warnings - Ghosts past, tragic backstory™️, pregnancy, implied protective Ghost

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

A/N - 2/7 done.

Ghost has found that the times when you are gone from the flat while attending therapy is suffocating. He normally does not mind being alone or the silence that comes with it but after spending the last weeks with you, he finds that he hates it.

He tries to keep busy now instead of sitting around like a dog left at home while the owner goes shopping. Which is what he did the first few times you told him that you would text him when the session was over. He had wandered from the couch, to the dining room chairs and back to the couch so many times in just a few hours that he was sure he was going mad.

It wasn’t until the fourth day of this that something had clicked and he started this routine. You were heavily pregnant now and after the reveal that you’d likely have to get a c-section, he had picked up more chores around the house. He cleans the dishes, takes out the trash, makes your bed and does the laundry. He buys food for the house and keeps everything stocked. Ghost looks at the little sage green onesie in his hands and wonders if the baby will even fit. He saw the size of them, they were going to be a big and fat baby.

Ghost folds the onesie with a skill that had made his hands shake when he first did it. Joseph had been a very fat and happy baby. All smiles and giggles, only crying when hungry or having soiled his nappy. He had big blue eyes that Ghost can still recall with clarity but not without it being soiled with the memory of how those eyes looked when he was dead. Maybe that's why he couldn’t visit Johnny before he was cremated. His and Joseph’s eyes were so similar. He didn’t want the memory of two sets of blue eyes glazed over with the gray of death.

Ghost rubs the soft fabric of the beige pants that went with the white shirt he had just folded. It was soft, non irritating for a baby’s soft and delicate skin. His mind is drawn back to the past, back to when Beth had just finished her own baby shower and there were so many gifts.

Despite Ghost’s family being rather small, Beth’s was not. It had been refreshing and a little overwhelming to have so many people over. But his mum had enjoyed it, she had made so much food that despite the twenty people in that house there were still leftovers.

Beth rested her head against Tommy’s shoulder, tired from all the fuss and talking while Simon gathered up the trash. “You okay love?” Tommy asked softly and cupped Beth’s cheek. Beth smiled up at Simon’s brother and nodded.

“Jus’ tired. That’s all.” Beth yawned and Tommy smiled before he suggested she take a nap while he and Simon cleaned up. Beth didn’t need any convincing and with their mum’s help, waddled up the stairs to their bedroom. Simon kept putting things into the trash bag as Tommy gathered up the collection of blue onesies and outfits. Simon had never imagined Tommy being a father.

He had never envisioned either of them being fathers because of the shit job their father had done. And yet, here was Tommy. Married to a wonderfully kind woman with a baby on the way, clean from drugs and their father left to die from whatever cancers ate away at his body. Good fuckin’ riddiance thought Simon.

“You’re gonna be a good father.” Simon said, not exactly sure where that came from. Tommy smiled at him, brown eyes mirrored each other.

“And you’re gonna be a good uncle.” Tommy said as he folded up another blue onesie. “You’re already a good brother.” Simon shook his head but didn’t argue. He had told the military to fuck off, that he was going on leave to fix up the mess that was his family. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to stay on hardship leave. Hopefully long enough to see baby Joseph.

“I’m doing what I’m meant to do.” Simon said with a shrug as he stuffed one last pile of ripped apart wrapping paper. “I came back for my family.”

“Thank you Simon.” Tommy placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder. “For making me get better.”

Simon shrugged off his hand, “I only threw the rope, you’re the one who had to climb.”

Ghost rewashes the baby bottles, not interested in the baby drinking from unwashed bottles. He watches the droplets slowly drip from the bottle as he sets them on the drying rack, he swallows as the memories claw up from the depths. He wishes they were happy still and not fucked up with blood and a type of grief that didn’t let go.

He looked down at the baby in his arms. All swaddled in a soft blue blanket with a blue boonie on his head. Baby Joseph. His face was still wrinkled and his eyes were shut, his mouth slightly open as he slept. There were feelings stirring deep within him that he had never felt before. There was this tiny life being held in his hands, hands that had killed and shot off guns that would surely ruin Joseph's hearing. And yet he was the only one holding him as Tommy doted on Beth after some skin to skin contact earlier.

Simon held his breath as Joseph blinked, his little blue eyes unfocused as he stared up at Simon. Joseph squinted and a small toothless smile appeared. “Hi Joseph.” Simon whispered as he looked down at his nephew and he felt tears appear in his eyes. “It's your uncle Simon.” Simon licked his dry lips as Joseph looked up at him, “I’ll protect you. I’ll protect your entire family. Promise.” Simon murmured, so quietly he almost didn’t hear himself say it.

Simon wipes at his eyes as the memory fades and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He checks his phone just as your text message appears, “I’m ready to be picked up.” Simon wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans before he grabs his keys as he stuffs down the emotions those memories conjure. You are not Beth. Johnny was not Tommy. And he was not going to let anything happen to you or that baby.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #call of duty #cod #soap #ghost x reader #mw3 spoilers #simon ghost riley #thyh #thoyh #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost x soap x reader

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whoslibby · 6 months

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ghost was closed off so were you. the two of you were ironically two peas in a pod. on missions collectively going together knowing that you can trust to get it done without too much hassle or chat. it started off just casually before the two of you looking for each other in every room.

it’s not like you were gonna speak an awful lot but it’s was nice that casual knowing of ‘I can sit in silence and the other will be totally okay with it.’ when the two of you did have some deep conversations they’d last for hours finding out facts about simon no one else dared to ask and he told you so carelessly as he could trust you.

the friendship bloomed at this point, your favourite moments being when the two of you were sat with the force and were able to tell what the other was thinking with a simple glance. watching how ghost understood your thoughts without even telling him.

the others were a little shocked at this friendship how the two of you acted around each other. you got away with a lot around ghost. you could call him a prick and he’d laugh but if someone else did? I wouldn’t want to find out.

the start of the relationship was a little rocky, not knowing what or how to. it took nearly two months before he hugged you. not doing it out of spite just not knowing if it was okay to do.

it took the force months to figure it out and only realised when the two of you were sat in the common room and he had his hand on your thigh as the two of you read your books.

‘does he really have his hand on her thigh.’ soap said in a low whisper to gaz the two of them watching you from the doorway.

‘mhm.’ gaz mutters into soaps ear.

‘can hear you.’ you tell them and they hurried off most likely to tell price their revelation.

it wasn’t like the two of you were trying to hide it, just never came up.

#jj talks #ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader

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shittyassffblog · 8 months

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Free Bird - Part 2

Y'all are so nice I might actually cry! here's part 2 for you babes <3 hope you like it! <3

p.s. those who commented, you're so nice!!! this is a secondary blog so I can't reply to them but I love you!!! I'm gonna tag you guys so you see it <3

@veronicaphoenix @des-si-re @seungcheol17daddy

Warnings: p in v sex, use of Y/N, oral both male and female

You sighed deep, a feeling of sadness weighed heavy in your chest as you reached for your phone on the bedside table. It was 11:22 and you groaned. You considered texting Noah where he was or if you guys were okay, but decided against it and opened tiktok.

You had been swiping for about 5 minutes when suddenly your door opened and Noah came into your room with a plate full of pancakes.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He said smiling as he set down the plate on your desk, pulling the syrup and two forks out of his pockets. You sat up, making sure you pulled the blanket up to cover your chest.

“M-morning.” You said, your voice cracking a little from the sleepy condition. He looked at you a little funny.

“Whats wrong?” He asked, sitting down on the bed next to you. You avoided his eyes. He nudged you and made a humming noise to urge you to tell him.

“I thought you had left.” You said almost a whisper, looking down into your lap.

“Why would I do that?” Noah asked and you shrugged.

“Did you think I would just fuck you and leave?” He asked and you shrugged again. You felt a sense of relief that he was still here, but you felt bad that you had thought that about him.

“I guess I was just feeling a little sad about the thought that you might not be here or maybe if you regretted what we did or something.” You said, trailing off as you reached the end of your sentence. You heard him sigh.

"I don't regret it, do you?" He asked and you shook your head, still not meeting his eyes, but smiling.

"Good. Now can we eat the pancakes I just spent 40 minutes making for you?" He asked and you looked at him and smiled while nodding with your whole body.

You sat in your bed enjoying the pancakes in silence as you watched whatever anime Noah was obsessed with lately. After about an hour, both your plates discarded on the floor, you found yourself looking between the screen and Noahs hand. The episode you were watching ended and you decided to go pee. You were still not wearing anything under the covers so you were looking around to try and find a shirt to wear. The closest to you was Noahs hoodie so you put it on, trying as hard as you could to do it without flashing yourself.

"You're trying very hard to cover something I saw mere hours ago you know." Noah said. You looked back at him.

"Doesn't mean you get to see it again, perv." You mocked and stood up. Had you looked back you would've seen Noahs eyes following your ass and his lips formed to a slight smirk as you walked out of your room. While you were in the bathroom you decided to have a shower and wash your hair. You were busy singing along to what was playing on your phone when you heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" You asked, assuming it was Noah.

"Can I come in?" He asked and you hesitated, but said yes. You heard the door open and close as you washed the soap out of your hair. He didn't really say anything.

"What's up Noah?" You asked.

"Well I was just thinking uhh...What are you doing today?" He asked and you hummed.

"Well I was gonna run some errands but they aren't super important. Why?" You said, reaching outside the shower curtain for your towel. He rushed to get it for you and you thanked him.

"Well I was just thinking maybe we could hang out?" He said, looking at you as you got out of the shower with the towel around you.

"Yeah sure, you don't have practice today?" You asked and he shook his head.

"No, it's a rest day for the voice. The others are practicing but they don't need me for that. They know what they're doing." Noah said and you smiled.

"Alright well what do you wanna do?" You asked as you applied your moisturiser to your face, and then started to walk out of the bathroom, Noah following you closely.

"Well I was thinking of going to get ice cream at the beach then going to the mall and maybe have lunch?" Noah suggested and you nodded as you walked into your room again.

"Sure we can do that. Can we go to target too?" You asked hopefully and he laughed.

"Of course sweets. Now get dressed so we can go!" He said and you chuckled.

"Well turn around then, I'm naked under here!" You retorted and he pretended to look over his non-existent glasses.

"Do you think I only wanted to see you naked last night? I wasn't kidding when I said we had to do it again." He said, willing his eyebrows. You laughed at that.

"Alright well it's still weird to have you staring at me while I get dressed!" You said and he sighed.

"Fine, I'll turn around. But hurry!" He said as he turned around and crossed his arms across his chest. You started looking for underwear and a t-shirt, putting them on and hanging your towel over your chair. As you turned around again to find more clothes you saw Noah sat on your bed, sporting a hard-on. You looked at it, then at him.

"Really?" You asked and he shrugged. You walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"It's what you do to me." He said and you chuckled, moving some of your hair out of the way. You leaned down and kissed him. His fingers dug into your skin as the kiss deepened and you heard him trying to stifle a groan. You moaned into his mouth and he moved his hand to your thighs, pulling so you straddled him. You squealed at that and he chuckled.

"Thought we agreed to only do this once." You said as you kissed his lips a few times. He smiled without letting his eyes leave your lips and shrugged yet again.

"Well, plans change. Who knew you were this good in bed." He said and you laughed, throwing your head back. He took this opportunity to kiss your neck, leaving littles bites down the sides. You could feel his erection growing between you and it made your pussy throb.

"Noah..." You said and he hummed.

"Noah do it again." You asked and you hoped he knew what you were referring to. He looked up at you and you looked down at him. You stayed like that for a few seconds until suddenly he grabbed your hips and threw you down on the bed and pulled down your underwear. You squealed a little laugh as he kissed down your stomach, hurrying himself down to your pussy and spread your legs.

"I've wanted to taste this pussy again since last night you have no idea. So good for me." He murmured and you sighed as you felt his lips grace your clit. He tool at good look at your heat, smiling to himself as he used his thumb to spread your lips apart.

"So pretty baby. So perfect for me." Noah said and you giggled a little. He chuckled and started licking from your hole to your clit, sucking on it lightly and going back to your hole. You moaned loudly and twirled your hand into his hair, tugging slightly when it felt especially nice.

"Oh Noah." You sighed and his grip on your outer thighs tightened. Your orgasm was approaching quickly, and so your grip on his hair got tighter, the tugs for vicious and his tongue faster. He moved one hand to rub your clit as his tongue fucked you and you rocked your hips in the rhythm of his tongue. Your moans got louder and louder until the pressure in your abdomen exploded and you came all over his tongue. He had a satisfied smirk on his face as you came down, his hand on your clit slowed down and he licked your pussy clean of your release.

"God you taste so good baby." Noah said as he rubbed your thighs, helping you come down from your high. You hummed, it was the only thing you could do right now. You felt him move as he removed himself from you and laid beside you, his legs falling off the end pod the bed. You looked at him and smiled.

"That was absolutely amazing Noah." You complimented and he laughed.

"No biggie sweetheart." He said and began fiddling with his belt buckle.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you sat up on your elbow. He looked back at you.

"Well I need to come too, is that okay?" He asked and you smirked.

"Let me help you with that." You said as you lowered yourself down to your knees on the floor.

"Oh you don't need to do that." Noah said but you were determined.

"But I want to. Can I?" You asked and he gulped as he nodded. He lifted his hips to help you get off his shorts and underwear and his hard cock sprang free. You couldn't help but smile. He was so big, you had seen it last night, but seeing it up close like this really was intimidating. You grabbed a hold of the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps and started licking from the base to the tip, incasing the head in your mouth.

"Oh fuck Y/N." Noah moaned and you took more of him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down this shaft, each time you came to the top you licked over his slit and his hand grabbed your hair, guiding you further down, but not so much that you gagged. He was really big, so you couldn't take all of him, but he seemed to enjoy himself either way.

"God, you're so good at this." Noah said which prompted you to more eagerly suck down his cock. You tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and pulled off his dick. You stood up and Noah had a confused look on his face.

"Just gonna get a condom." You said hurriedly and ran out to the kitchen. You cursed yourself for not putting them in your beside table, but you hurried back to you room. As soon as you got into the room, you felt yourself being pushed up against the door.

"Next time don't take so long." Noah growled in your ear as he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his body and leaned you against the door. He kissed you deep, and you wrapped you arms around his neck, the condom still in your hand.

"I really won't" You said between kisses and he chuckled. He began kissing down your neck as you opened the condom and when it was free from its packaging you pulled yourself slightly away from Noah to reach in between you and rolled it onto his hard cock. Before long he was guiding his dick inside you and relished in the feeling of your pussy stretching around him.

"Fuck yes baby. Missed this pussy." He said and you laughed a little between moans.

"It's been less than 12 hours." You said and he bottomed out inside you. He looked into your eyes.

"That's 11 hours too long." He said and you both laughed lightly. "You ready?"

"Mhm." You said as you nodded and he pulled out of you slightly, then back in again. He kept a slow pace, almost too slow for your liking but it felt so good. You were on cloud nine, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up and making you feel good. He suddenly moved you to your dresser, sitting you neatly on top and you leaned back as he starting fucking you ruthlessly.

"Oh Noah fuck, yes right there, fuck right there, yes!" You yelled and he stayed in the exact position, not changing a single thing and you almost couldn't contain yourself, trying to grab anything you could. It felt like you were floating away, the feeling of his hands grabbing your hips with such a force you were sure it would leave bruises almost too much and soon you felt your orgasm coming, building bigger and bigger until one of his hands went to your clit, rubbing fast and in circular motions. You came with a scream of his name, your moans slowing down as did his hand and hips. You leaned up to kiss him, lips and tongues melting together in the sloppiest kiss you've had since you were a teenager.

"Fuck that was so good, holy shit." You said as you pulled away, and you swelled in surprise when he pulled out of you and guided you over to the office chair by your computer desk. He gently turned you and pushed you down onto the chair, then pushed his dick back inside of you.

"Oh I'm not done with you quite yet sweetheart." He murmured in your ear and you smiled as you looked back at him. His tattooed hands grabbed your hips and ass firmly as he set a fast and wonderful pace, not too rough as you were still sensitive, but not too slow either. You heard him groan and pant as he rocked his hips into you. After a while you could feel his thrusts become less controlled and you knew he was close to coming. You turned as much as you could to catch Noahs eyes and he slowed down a little.

"Fuck my pussy Noah, use it, please." You said and a loud growl left his lips as he sped up the pace by a lot, truly taking you for your word. He pounded into you and you grabbed the back of your chair as he kept abusing the spot inside that had you melting.

"This what you wanted huh babe? Wanted me to use your hole like this huh?" Noah asked and you tried to reply but the feeling of his dick on your spot was too much so you settled for a simple nod and fast 'uh huh's. You second orgasm was approaching fast and the tightening on your hips indicated that it was the same for Noah. You tightened your pussy to drag it out of him and with one last pound into your pussy he came into the condom. Your hand shot down to your clit to join him as fast as you could and you moaned loudly as you came on his dick. His hips slowed down and his hands let your hips go, running up and down your waist.

He grabbed the base of his dick to hold onto the condom and pulled out of you slowly as you hissed. He discarded the condom in the trash can beside your desk and then guided you back to the bed. He laid beside you and pulled you close.

"You know, I don't think I've ever felt this way when having sex before." You uttered and he looked at you.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he leaned on his hand, his other arm still thrown across your body.

"Well I've never felt this good before. Never had someone take care of my pleasure like this. It's really nice." You said and he looked down at your tits and started playing with one of them.

"Well that's how to always should be. If it's not like that it's not worth it." Noah said and you smiled. Who knew fucking your best friend would teach you so much?

"We should get up if we're gonna make the plans you made for us." You said and he nodded. He kissed your nose as he got up to get dressed. He gave you your clothes and you put them on, then went to find some pants you could wear. You realised Noah probably hadn't changed his clothes since yesterday.

"Do you wanna go by your place to get some fresh clothes before we go?" You asked and he nodded, smelling under his arm and making a face. You laughed.

"C'mon, I'll drive." You said as you left your apartment. He slapped your ass for good measure and you jumped little, you both giggling as you went out the door.

#noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens band #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens cult

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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You're upset, darling?

pairing: platonic gn!reader x ghost x soap x price

word count: 1.4k

tags: angst with comfort, depression, episodes, no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, reader is mostly refered to as darling + they/them pronouns

warning: mention of suicide, not in detail tho but still (let me know if I missed anything)

summary: 141's darling has episodes where they feel like shit and how they spend their day in the base with those feelings, and how the guys comfort them.

a/n: I wanted to add könig, horangi and gaz but I was too tired to keep writing so I only wrote abt these three. this is very much based on my personal experience. I'm also undiagnosed so I might not use certain terms.

Sometimes 141's darling has days where they're down and very upset. It's normal, they think, everyone must have days where they don't feel entirely themselves, right? it's totally normal and very human, they believe.

At first, when they were upset, nobody would notice, because no matter how they felt, they always did the same things as they always do, if not a bit slower than usual.

They would shower, groom their hair, wash their clothes, clean their room and attend all activities with the other guys. They would even sleep their full hours, uninterrupted, and finish all of their food, rarely missing a meal.

But all of that feels robotic. An attempt to seem normal, to seem fine. When in reality, they feel gray on the inside. Dead. a walking corpse. A heaviness that settles in their chest like a rock. Sitting there, unmoving.

And more often than not, they wouldn't know why they're so upset, so down and dead and just not themselves. They might as well be in a coma because nothing feels real during those days.

Then they would be forgetful, less talkative, and their face would drop, drained out of any light and animated expressions they usually wear. They would laugh along to jokes that aren't even funny, to keep anyone from noticing that there's something wrong, that they're wrong.

But they couldn't keep having their episodes unnoticed. They're not sure who noticed first, out of 141, but they do remember how Soap would look at them. How even when he's talking and laughing loudly, he would glance at them, to study their reaction and face. But he wouldn't say anything, not yet at least.

He would then drag them with him as much as he can, and not necessarily make them speak, because he notices their silence, and the discomfort that would appear in their face when they're made to speak and actively participate in a conversation when they're not obligated to. He would fill in the space, with his chatter, but it would not be as loud, softer, a comforting murmur, a nice sound to focus on when they can't make themselves stop falling inside their head.

And then darling would lean against his side when they're sitting down and he's sketching on his knees, still talking and filling in the air. And he would wrap an arm around them and squeeze, his body heat comforting and welcome in those gray days. And when darling has to be somewhere without Soap, he would give them a much needed tight hug, all warm and big and long and soft.

"You'll be alright."

They find themselves hanging out with the 141 guys more often during their episodes. And Ghost is no exception. No matter what anyone says about the man's personality, whether he's cold hearted, emotionally unavailable or just straight out a bastard, they would never get it right, never, nobody knows him as much as he knows himself. But he does let out bits and pieces of himself to his mates. Because he trusts them.

Darling would be sitting next to Ghost, without saying a single word while he's cleaning his guns in similar silence. The only sound that could be heard is their breathing and Ghost's hands working on cleaning his weapons. But then darling did break their silence once, they don't know what urged them to open their mouth and speak, but they did.

"Thank you for being my friend."

Ghost's hands froze, and he just kept staring down at his guns when he lifted his head and looked to the side at the sergeant sitting next to him.

"Sergeant, are you suicidal?"

Darling was slightly taken back by the bold question. But that was Ghost for you. Asking direct questions when it mattered. Darling didn't take offense to his question but simply shook their head, "Negative, sir."

Ghost kept staring at them silently and reached out for their hand, gripping it and squeezing it in his gloved hands. Darling smiled a bit and didn't say anything after that, nor did Ghost.

Darling doesn't know if their words freaked their lieutenant out or not, but he did mention their very short conversation to their captain, John Price.

"Sergeant, I need you in my office, now."

Darling was a bit confused, raking their mind over any mistakes they did, or said anything wrong to anybody. And were even more confused when they couldn't think of anything they've done.

"You're not in trouble." John said as soon as they entered his office and sank down on the chair in front of his desk. Darling fidgeted with their fingers, unable to just sit still under Price's gaze.

John Price was the only man on base that Darling disliked interacting with during their episodes while simultaneously yearning for his attention and approval. His eyes could see everything, he knew everything.

They didn't like to be weak in front of Price. They don't like how easy it is for him to see and understand them. Even if it is one of the most relieving feelings in the world. It was scary. To face a man who could read you and so easily pin your vulnerabilities.

"Lieutenant Ghost told me what you said earlier today. He's worried about you and wanted me to check on you." Price said, arms crossed and leaning against his desk, staring down at them with a steady gaze.

He went straight to the point, no wasting time or breath.

Darling opened and immediately closed their mouth, unable to form a sentence or pick what to say, their mind was reeling and they had the urge to just spill everything to the man.

He does that to them, makes them want to lay out everything they are and stand naked in front of him and let him see every scar, every mole, every dip, every swell and every pore.

"Talk to me, honey." He said, so gently when he kneeled next to them, that it choked up Darling's throat.

Their eyes immediately blurred with tears, their breathing picking up and now heaving, struggling to breath.

"Breathe, aye?" Price said.

And it was as simple as that. Breathing. Breathing for their captain.

He wanted them to breathe? They will, with no question.

They're not sure if it's just his rank that makes them more obedient, more willing to obey and trust blindly. But they're too afraid to think too much about it. They're afraid they'll find a hidden layer under it.

"I- I feel useless. I feel lost and confused. I feel sick in my heart. I'm not happy, and I don't know why. And I want to be happy, to not feel like I'm not myself anymore. I want to feel good. I want to be good."

And just like that they spilled like an overflowing glass of milk.

Price's gaze softened even more, and he placed a big rough warm hand on their thigh, "Darling," He said and their heart jumped in their chest.

"With all due respect, you're not useless. If you were, I'm scared to think of what that would make us." He said, voice all deep and warm.

Darling cracked a small smile, looking at him with their hands on their lap and staring at him with big eyes, shiny and begging for praise and reassurance.

"You're more than enough, love. It's alright to feel like shite, but what's not alright is you keeping your hurt to yourself and making yourself sick with it. Talk to me, talk to us, you're safe. You're safe and good. You're so good."

A tear spilled down their cheek, staring at Price with their heart beating faster than a horse in their chest, their body heating up and feeling all warm and fuzzy and so loved they could suffocate with it.

"Come here." Price said before dragging his sergeant by the arms to engulf them in a big warm hug. His scratchy beard was pressed against their temple. But they didn't mind. Their captain smelled like cologne, mint and tobacco, but they didn't mind either. His grip on their body was tight, but they also didn't mind. Because their captain was good, solid, a constant force, safe and warm and understanding.

And that heavy stone that lodged in their chest was finally lifted and they could breathe again. They know this won't somehow heal them. To think so would be foolish and a joke. But this felt good nonetheless.

Their captain knows they will have their episodes, maybe not as often, maybe more often, who knows. But what he does know is that he'll set up a private therapist for them. And he'll make sure to remind Darling that they're part of 141. They're part of them, and they don't have to act as if they're fine, it's okay to be vulnerable, because they'll protect them, keep them safe from bad thoughts just like how they protect them from bloodthirsty enemies and bullets.

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #captain john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #ghost angst #soap angst #john price angst #cod mw2 ghost #cod mw2 fanfic #cod mw2 fluff #ghost x gn reader #soap x gn reader #john price x gn reader #bubuslutty writes

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ravenmichaelisstuff · 1 year

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I think A LOT about Soap trying to give back the childhood Ghost lost. (Part 5)

Ghost sat at his desk, writing down reports from the last couple of missions. Writing down names of soldiers that got KIA, getting their family's contacts sorted out. He was glad that he wasn't the one who had to write the letters with condolences, it was Price's duty. Still, writing down dozens of names every few weeks was wearing off on his mental state. Sometimes he wished he was a lower rank, so all this paperwork wouldn't be his problem.

Ghost hear familiar food steps outside his room, soon after his door swung open and constant blabbering filled his room.

"My ma just called- said my old man feels better already. I told you about his injury, dumb man shouldn't be climbing a ladder at this age. Good that my sister is-"

"I am busy now, Soap" Ghost stopped him. Soap walked up to him and looked over his shoulder.

"Ugh... I could not be doing paperwork, I would fuck it up immediately or leave it for the last minute."

"I am gonna fuck up if I don't finish those by the end of the week."

Soap stood over Ghost for a second, looking at all the paperwork work. "Alright, Lt. gimme some of them and I will help."

"Johnny you just said-"

"I can do this with clear instructions, Price will have to manage through my spelling mistakes."

Ghost looked at Soap, not knowing if he is grateful or just tired. He didn't realize that he was tearing a corner of one of the pages. "Ok, grab yourself a chair."

Soap patted Ghost's back and sat next to him, taking in all the work before him. Ghost gathered some of it and passed it to the sergeant explaining what needed to be done.

They worked in silence for like... what, 3 minutes? After that Soap's leg started bouncing, brushing Ghost's knee every now and then. He huffed under his mask.

"So, you were talking about your sister."

"Ye won't mind me talking now?"

"I have divided attention, Johnny." And from that moment Soap talked about the situation in his family house, leg no longer moving. Surprisingly the Scott's energetic voice helped Ghost to fall into a nice work rhythm.

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They were filling out the paperwork for at least an hour now and they were both exhausted. Soap wasn’t even talking now, just writing things down and grabbing a corrector when Ghost pointed out a mistake every now and then. Soap was glad that he wasn’t very judgmental about it.

“What about we take a break, Lt.?” Soap leaned back in his chair. “Ye have a whole ass week for this.”

Ghost looked with a blank gaze at all the papers. “Sure, I had enough.”

And they sat in comfortable silence for a while, but Soap wasn’t one to sit in silence for long periods of time, especially when around Ghost. They could be doing so much together!

“Ah’ have a plan!” Soap perked up.

“I am saying ‘No’ to whatever it is.” Lieutenant declared.

“Ye are no fun, just- Do you have like… Who am I asking.” Soap stood up. “I will be right back.”

“I said-” But Johnny was already gone. Ghost didn’t know how the man could just ignore him and what’s weirder he didn’t know why he was letting him. Soap could tell him that he takes him on a trip to some distant part of the world and he would follow- no without bitching about it, but he would. And he didn’t know how to feel about it. Probably panicked.

Soap came back holding his sketchbook and a worn-out, flat box. He sat on the floor, back resting against Ghost’s bed. He gestured for Ghost to sit beside him. Ghost groaned, but did as Johnny wanted. It’s not like he had anything better to do- except the pile of work.

“You came here to brag about your drawing skills?”

“Oy! Ah’ don’t brag!” Soap clearly felt insulted by that.

“You bring it everywhere, Johnny.”

“But I don’t show anyone- That’s beside the point. We are gonna draw something.” He started to go through his sketchbook in search of a blank page.

“I can’t dr-” Ghost could swear he could see his mask on one of the pages, it was for a second before Soap got to the blank pages. Soap couldn’t see the blush that crept on his covered face.

“I got my old crayons, so we won’t be able to create masterpieces anyway. Yoe are not getting out of this, Lt.” Soap scooted closer to perch his journal on both of their knees. They had to sit with their legs flushed together. How did Ghost not mind?

Soap stuck the small box between their knees. “Come on, you have one page and I draw on the other.” He already had a green crayon in hand. “You can just draw whatever comes to yer mind. It really helps with stress, well - helps me at least.”

Ghost certainly needed that now, so he grabbed himself a black crayon. Soap smiled and focused on his own side, while Ghost doodled mindlessly. It actually was pretty soothing, especially since their hands were brushing against each other. Ghost was so focused on not freaking out that he didn’t realize that Soap was now looking at his page.

“Is that a carrot?” Soap pointed to one of the doodles. Ghost sighed.

“It was supposed to be a nuke.”

“Ooooh, yeah I can see that now.” Soap was now totally in Ghost’s space, drawing things right next to his ‘drawings’. “What about this?”

“Half a dog.”

Soap snorted. “You are terrible, Simon.” They drew together for a while, Soap’s page forgotten.

“What about you draw something big to finish the page?” Sergeant proposed.

“Wouldn’t know what.”

“First thing that comes to yer mind. I will close my eyes, and see if I can tell what it is.” He chuckled and closed his eyes.

The first thing that comes to mind, huh? Ghost looked for a minute on relaxed Soap, his eyes closed, smiling. Right next to him.

He got to work. What he drew did not look like he wanted at all, but he really tried. And come on, he doesn’t know when was the last time he held a crayon in his hands. When he finished, he just moved his leg, to let Johnny know. He opened his eyes.

In the middle of the page, was a huge wonky drawing of him smiling.

Soap’s heart swelled up- the first thing Simon thinks about is him,

I AM SPEED. I don't know why but this thing puts me in such a creative mood and I get so much motivation from all the comments <3 It's just so relaxing to write those. I hope you all like it <3

I might be projecting on Soap with the dyslexia.

Oh and I forgot I did this because I felt like it would be adorable.

#ghost x soap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish #soap cod #soap x ghost #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #ghost cod #soap mw2 #cod soap #ghost soap #soapghost fic #soapghost headcanons #i am dislexic #and so is Soap #autistic simon ghost riley #soapghost fluff #bltn soapghost fic

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kirislovelygf · 7 months

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wash day (tsireya x fem! metkayina reader)

contents: you and tsireya are gfs, you braid her hair, jealous reader, kissing, intimate date, flirting, wlw cuteness, tsireya oneshot, very short story <33

wrd count: 1047 words

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tsireya’s hair was always gorgeous. always put together, always smelling like the beach. perfect.

but that was only thanks to her mom and brother. she always hated doing her hair on her own.

but today, both ao’nung and ronal were busy. so she went to find her girlfriend to help her. tsireya’s usually long, softy, curly hair was neat and put together but today it looked like..

like she was struck by lightning.

so she woke up earlier than everyone and washed her hair like normal. even with her soaps and mixtures, it still looked like a bird's nest.

once it was ready enough, she went to y/n’s marui and quickly made her presence known by calling her name.

you could hear y/n getting up and yawning while walking to the entrance.

“reya! what are you- OH!” she jumped at tsireya’s unfortunate hair once she opened the curtain. in their year and a half of dating, she’s never seen her like this.

“oh! my.. what did you do to your hair? it’s all.. how is sitting up like that?” she asked.

tsireya sighed. “i can’t do my own hair, can you help me please?”

“sure. let me get a couple things.. wow, did you cut your hair with a pincer?” y/n continued.

“y/n!”

“okay! okay, i’m sorry-“ she chuckled. y/n gathered a couple of her products into a bag and carried it with her as the couple found a spot to sit on at the beach.

y/n sat atop a boulder as tsireya sat down on the sand so it was easier.

“i don’t know how you’ve gonna so long without doing your own hair.” y/n said as she gently began to comb through tsireya’s hair.

“i know. my mom or brother have always done it for me, and they never have a problem. well, ao’nung sometimes does..”

“so make him do it.” y/n chuckled. tsireya rolls her eyes.

she winced sharply before whining. “ow! don’t rip my hair out!”

“i’m sorry! sorry, your hair is super tangled. i’m gonna put some of this cream i made..” y/n muttered.

she gently dragged her hands over tsireya’s scalp with a cooling cream she made with ronal’s guidance.

tsireya sighed out while watching the ocean rock softly against the shore.

“what would you like your hair to smell like? fruits orr..”

“oh! kiri gave me this uhm.. what was it called.. a serum! it smells like a scent that sky people use.”. tsireya was referring to coconut.

“oh! kiri gave it to you. interesting..” y/n picks up the tiny bottle.

“yeah.. kiri brought it over from her human friends in the forest. it smells really good!” she smiled.

“oh.. so you like how kiri smells. maybe you can ask her to do your hair next time.” y/n said, flipping open the top of the bottle.

“come on! don’t be like that. kiri’s just my friend.” tsireya laughed.

“sure! a friend you think smells so good!” she responded in a mocking tone.

“y/n.” tsireya turns her head to look up at her jealous girlfriend.

“i’m just kidding. anyway, kiri couldn’t stand a chance.” y/n leans down and kisses tsireya’s lips.

tsireya blushed and puts her head down again.

y/n puts the serum into tsireya’s roots, but just a bit as it was an oil and she didn’t want her hair to get super greasy.

she then began the braiding process. hours and hours passed and y/n was only able to do two rows by herself.

“shit, my back.” y/n groaned as she tried stretching out her arms and back.

“who taught you to say that?” tsireya asked curiously.

“lo’ak. hm.. we might need help. or i can just do half of your hair braided and the back half down.” y/n said, holding tsireya’s head to look at how the hairstyle would look.

“so.. like normal?” she muttered.

“…yes.” y/n mumbled. there was a beat of silence.

“yay! i’d love that.” tsireya smiled brightly.

“okay! this will be much easier.” y/n nodded.

she finished braiding the front half of tsireya’s head and left the back of her hair hang down normally.

an hour before the sun began to set, the girls finally finished up after adding a bit more scents and accessories to tsireya’s hair.

“okay.. all done!” y/n picks up her mirror and held it in front of tsireya so she could see.

tsireya gasps and looks at her new appearance. “aw, y/n..”

“do you like it?” she asks.

“are you kidding? i love it! and you did the braids so well!” tsireya said, wanting to run her hand over her head but worried she’d mess it up.

tsireya smiled and stood up too quickly, causing her to get jelly legs.

she helps as she falls into y/n’s arms and the girls giggle as they try to stand up straight.

once they actually stood, they held onto each other's arms to support themselves.

“we should have taken a break at one point.” y/n chuckled

“yeah, i forgot. i was having fun talking to you.” tsireya laughed.

y/n smiled. she took tsireya’s hand and they stumbled across the sand to go back to tsireya’s marui to show her mom her new hair.

on the way there, kiri crossed their paths.

“hi, tsireya. hi, y/n.” she smiled.

“hi kiri!” tsireya responded. y/n tried so hard not to glare at her but she gave a weak smile and nodded, “hi, kiri.”

“wow, your hair looks beautiful. who did it?” kiri said to tsireya, gently holding one of her braids. y/n then glared at her for even thinking of touching her girlfriend.

“oh uh-“

“i did it.” y/n said proudly. “nice! you look very pretty.” she smiled.

“see you guys later.” kiri waved and walked away.

tsireya reluctantly glanced up at y/n. “you look so pretty! ugh, next time she looks at you, i’ll feed her to the ilu.” she grumbled.

“y/n! she was just being nice!” tsireya argued quietly so kiri wouldn’t hear.

“no, she was flirting.” she said, looking back at kiri.

“whatever, it doesn’t matter. cause i love you.” tsireya kisses y/n’s cheek and holds her hand before they continue down the woven pathways.

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cod-dump · 11 months

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Price adopted not one, not two, but three fun fact kids. Each one as an entirely unique but equally random knowledge base they are foaming at the mouth to share.

Gaz usually finds some way to relate it to something relevant, but you can always tell when he has decided it’s “his moment to shine”

Soap has little to no regard for whether the thing he wants to talk about has any relevancy, but equally he can let go of topics pretty easily if he senses others aren’t as interested. When they are interested tho, my man lights up like a fucking house fire, and suddenly he has described the entire history of sodium bicarbonate

Ghost, like Johnny, doesn’t particularly care for context, but unlike Johnny, is physically unable to let a topic go. He will talk about it, he has to talk about it, engage or suffer in silence.

He does not care that it’s two am and you have to meet with very important military men in three hours, price, he just learned that panda bears can eat meat if they wanted to but they just don’t, like they have all the necessary digestive elements to eat meat and get nutrients from it they just would literally rather eat bamboo, and in fact have the strongest jaw of any bear specifically in order to eat more bamboo, price, and their stomachs are particularly thick and tough in order to avoid internal splinters, don’t nod off price this is important

Price has woken up on more than one occasion with one or more of the boys in his room, eager to talk about something they had learned. Gaz never had been the one to disturb him at night before, normally coming in after one of the others had gone and barged in to plague Price with information he probably could've gone the rest of his life without needing to know.

But Gaz had apparently decided that tonight was the night that he changed things up a bit.

Price was fast asleep when he was woken up by a light bleeding through his eye lids. He opened his eyes to see someone had turned on his bedside lamp. Price turned his head and found Gaz in the corner of the room, turning on another lamp that Price normally used to light up the area around his reading chair. Price didn't get get to say anything when Gaz snapped his attention towards Price in a manner similar to a owl. His eyes were wide and Price knew he was about to say something absurd.

"The Eiffel Tower gets taller in the summer."

Price blinked, "What-"

Gaz is suddenly climbing into his bed, sitting on the side with wide eyes, "Soap sent me a article with different fun facts. It grows up to fifteen centimeters in the summer due to thermal expansion."

Price made the mistake of asking a question, "Thermal what?"

Gaz went off in a tangent. First it started with explaining what thermal expansion was, then he went off onto different things he learned while figuring out what thermal expansion was and how it made the Eiffel Tower grow taller. Price ended up sitting up and leaning against the headboard, listening to whatever Gaz felt like talking about.

Then Ghost stumbled into the room. Gaz and Price looked at him when he entered the room, none of them saying anything, then Ghost wandered over to the bed and flopped oh so graciously on top of them. His head hit right onto Price's stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Gaz had the bulk of Ghost's weight on him and groaned when Ghost dropped onto them.

"Simon-"

"What ya talking about?"

Just like that, Gaz went right back onto his tangent.

Price was exhausted, head leaned against the headboard, one hand on top of Ghost's head, absentmindedly scratching his scalp. Ghost kept asking questions to what Gaz was talking about, which lead into more rambling. Price had started to drift off an hour into Gaz talking when the door to his room opened once more, waking him.

"You are having a sleepover and didn't invite me? Rude!"

Soap marched over to the bed. Price tenses as Soap stands at the foot of the bed, praying he wasn't going to jump on them.

"Suds, don't-"

"Johnny-!"

Soap grins devilishly before he jumps on top of Ghost. Gaz wheezes and Price, thankfully, managed to roll out from under Ghost and avoid getting hit. Price now sat on the edge of the bed, sighing as the three start to wrestle. Well, Soap and Ghost were wrestling, Gaz was trapped under them.

"Dad-"

Price turns his head, "Boys."

Soap and Ghost freeze, Gaz still stuck under them.

"I'm tired."

They deflate and start climbing off the bed. Price sighs, feeling bad for ruining their fun.

"You don't have to leave, just tone it down."

They perk up and Price gets back into bed, immediately getting surrounded by the boys the moment he was comfortable. Ghost on one side, Soap on the other, and Gaz laying directly on top of him. Once they were comfortable, Gaz started talking again. Price wasn't sure what he was saying because he was drifting back to sleep. Whatever it was interested Soap and Ghost enough that they stayed quiet.

Price was aching by time his alarm with off. And he was stuck, unable to get out of bed due to the three, heavy men trapping him. Price snorts, reaching over and grabbing his phone. He was sure Laswell would understand why he was late to the meeting.

#fam 141 #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #drabble #ficlet #ask #thanks for the ask <3

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