now all i can think about is matt asking jean if he and kevin have bumped baguettes yet and the chaos that follows
anon, the gift that keeps on giving...Matt's completely inappropriate use of french pastries:
*Jeremy, Jean, and Kevin return from hospital*
MATT: Hey, you guys are back! Great! We have a question for you.
AARON: *sliding hand over face* oh no.
DAN: *pointing finger at Matt* Matthew Donovan Boyd, don't you dare-
MATT: so, I mean, clear this up for us if you can, boys. What exactly are you doing with Kev?
JEREMY: *visibly confused* You mean...other than taking him home from the hospital?
MATT: And?
JEAN: And what?
MATT: Come on, Moreau, don't play dumb. Tell us - are you and Knox bumping baguettes together with him?
JEAN: *deadeyeing matt now* What.
AARON: Jesus fucking Christ, Boyd.
ALLISON: Shush, don't stop them - I'm recording.
MATT: Dude, I'm just saying - are you putting the tang in his tart? The cream in his eclair? The flake in his croissant? The meringue in his macaron? The pain in his au chocolat? The tutti in his frutti?
KEVIN: *brow furrowed as he turns to Jean* Are you suddenly opening a French bakery that I'm unaware of?
JEAN: *handing his coat to Jeremy and rolling up his sleeves* Boyd, in the name of Kevin's honor and justice for all of France, prepare to have your ass kicked.
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speaking of clingy phil, whenever he goes a bit bird brain and clings onto people and accidentally uses claws, ppl like tubbo would be hugged and sit there like '• ᵕ • this is fine' knowing damn well that he will be applying healing pots afterwards vs fit who unironically isn't even feeling any of the claws that man has thick skin / numb sections from 2b2t vs etoiles who just goes '(⌐■_■)b the pain makes me feel alive' even though this is nothing but a scratch to him - 💿
Continuing these silly lil asks rq again because I accidentally forgot about these first JAJAJ
You are so true on that, there are varying reactions to the clingy behaviour and what they accidentally receive in return
Tubbo on one hand crying inside because he is still not over how much Phil actually trusts him and now Phil is clinging to him!! HIM!!! But also sir pls you have very sharp claws. why are your claws so sharp, Tubbo is so not build for handling these WHEEZE
Fit is definitely barely to not at all feeling them, since Phils claws aren‘t purposely digging against his skin either. There‘s not the highest pressure so his tough skin or the numb sections aren‘t too affected by it either way :D ( even if it would hurt, he‘d probably just brush it off anyway because he is not about to try and get Phil to let go anyway AJAJA )
Etoiles and his silly little need to feel pain in order to feel alive <33 JJAB he‘s definitely also besides that gotten a decently high pain tolerance so it‘s def nothing much for him as well. I‘d imagine that Etoiles would usually be his dramatic self about it if Phil was in the right mindset, however with the current he only playfully mumbles underneath his breath as to not disrupt his little crow friends happy clinging.
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Government name vs Military callsign
Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?
Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader
Word Count: 0.9k
Warnings: none
John Price
Government name.
Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.
“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”
Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.
“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”
“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”
He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.
“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”
When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.
Simon Riley
Military callsign.
When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.
“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”
“Fuck you callin’ me that for?”
Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.
“We playin’ games now?”
You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.
“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”
Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips.
A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.
Kyle Garrick
Government name.
He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.
“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”
Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.
If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?
“Kyle Ga-”
“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”
You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”
He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”
“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”
He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room.
“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.
John MacTavish
Military callsign.
He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.
Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.
“SOAP!”
Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.
“JOHNNY!”
“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.
“C’mere, c’mere.”
He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”
You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”
He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”
“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”
“You called me Soap.”
“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”
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