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And... finally solo art for Gaz!

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john price, the kind of man who learns how to braid your hair the way you like.

whenever he sees you're about do do a hairstyle he immediately steps in, asking to braid your hair for you.

it takes some time and a lot of practice, but he's mastering it before you even realize – expected from an elite soldier.

eventually, john becomes one of the few people you allow to braid your hair for you. he even goes as far as putting small, shine accessories on them, making them look even prettier.

john price, the kind of man who'd undo your braids for you, wash your hair and help you with your usual hair care routine.

all the while, he'd say: "i love your curls, baby."

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promises

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It’s inevitable Ghosts ‘hands-on instruction’ ends this way ;)))

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KENDRICK DROP ANOTHER DADDYDOM!GAZ AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

Call me Kendrick again and I'll give you my kidney (I love Kendrick Lamar). Also, I hope you like this!! MDNI - cw: daddydom!gaz, fluff, abrupt ending (sorry).

There’s a constant funny feeling in the back of Kyle’s mind.

He wondered if he could manage to shake it off by the end of the day but as the day unfolded he realized it wasn’t going anywhere. He was worried about you, worried because he had left the house that morning without checking in on you – even though he knew you were having a hard week with the cold that didn’t seem like it’d go away anytime soon. He was just so distracted and afraid he’d be late, he did things on automatic and forgot to give you your good morning kiss.

So, about eight hours later, when he’s unlocking the front door and stepping into your shared place, the first thing he does is call your name.

“Baby, I’m home!”

The thuds of your steps come quickly along with sound of you knocking against some furniture and then–

“Missed you today,” you say after colliding your body with his for a hug.

“Aw, missed you too, sweet’eart.” He pats your head, scratching your scalp. “How was your day?”

“Alright, didn’t do much besides making our dinner.” You step away to start walking towards the kitchen, Kyle follows behind you after settling his things down and taking his shoes off.

“Good. As you should baby.” He stops you from going to the oven, grabbing you by your shoulders to make you sit by the kitchen counter. “No need to do anything now tha’ I’m here to do it f’you, baby.”

As Kyle moves around the kitchen finishing whatever was left to do so you could eat, he floods you with questions.

“Did you take the medicines on time?”

“Did you skip any meals?”

“Have you showered yet?”

Once he’s done with catching up with your day, he sets a single plate of food. You start standing up to make a plate as well but he interrupts you. “What’re you doing, luv?”

“I’m… Making my plate?” You side eye him as you speak.

“No, baby. You’re eating with me, c’mon.” He takes your hand and pulls you all the way to your couch, sitting down by your side. “Put on tha’ cartoon you like, love. We can watch as we eat…”

“It’s anime, honey,” you say, putting on the show you’re currently watching.

When you turn to look at him he’s already holding out a spoonful of food for you to eat, which you gladly take in a bite. You hum, delighted. “I love when my food turns out good.”

You two cuddle closer on the couch, the show playing in the background as Kyle takes a bite himself.

“Hum… Your food is always good, baby.” He laughs as he speaks, only partially joking.

Kyle takes turns giving you bites and feeding himself, until there was no food left to be eaten. After, he settles the empty plate down at the coffee table to hold you in his arms. You fall asleep before you know it.

The Brit takes you to your room without waking you up, laying you on your bed before tucking you under the covers. He changes into his sleeping clothes before laying with you, body spooning yours with his nose tucked in your neck to help him fall asleep.

He sighs, relieved to know you’re doing okay despite your sickness – and despite the fact he couldn’t talk with you earlier. He’s glad he gets to spend the next day with you.

That’s his last thought before falling asleep, a small smile adorning his lips.

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ghosts shenanigans

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genuinely shed some tears. this was all i needed. thank you for reminding me of it (again).

This was purely comfort for @clancycatears, but I will share with the class as well. (Everyone pretend i'm still on hiatus, shhhhhh)

WARNINGS: NONE.

Imagine having a long, bad day. The world has just been sucking you dry, and you can't take it anymore. Tears of frustration have been prickling in the corners of your eyes all day, and any second, it's all going to boil over.

Kyle is there when you get home. And he notices how heavy your greeting is. He understands when the world is imploding, a dread that curls inside your stomach until there's nowhere for it to go but out. So he kisses your head and silently drags you to the bathroom. If he could, he would take every bad thought and make sure you're happy forever.

He strips you slowly. Kisses each dimple of your body for each layer revealed. You call it imperfection. He just finds more to love. The small indents that mark the life you've lived. That you're still living.

He's slow. Starts at your face, kissing the apples of your cheeks. Kisses your nose. Your forehead. Until you pop a small smile at his display.

Only then does he descend. Down your chest, kisses your stomach, and looks up at you-brown eyes lovesick.

When you're fully undressed, he herds you into the shower. Stands under the water until it's the right temp. Then he lathers up shampoo and runs his long fingers scalp to end. Preens when you sigh in relief. Some tension leaves your body just from his touch.

Gets you all pliant and sweet and then steps out of the shower first. Wrapping you tightly in a fluffy towel, kissing your forehead again as he pushes your hair back.

Sets you in front of the mirror, grabbing your brush and brushing through the wet strands. Kisses the back of your neck before deeming everything done.

Back in the bedroom, he gives you his own clothes to wear. He wants to see you comforted by it. As if his arms already aren't gonna be around you constantly.

He doesn't say it, but this is exactly what he needs to feel human after a long deployment. His bones felt a little heavier than usual, but watching your crumbling body come back to life makes him feel like it's all worth it.

Settles himself on your favorite chair at your computer, letting your form drop down onto one of his thighs. He boots up the computer, finds your favorite game, and secures himself around you.

His heartbeat is steady against your back as his hand drops over yours on the mouse and keyboard.

No words are exchanged, but he knows sometimes it's better to let the silence speak to how much he's there for you.

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blurb from WAKING DREAM: COLLECTION

Simon couldn’t believe it, but he did ask you out.

“What’s your life like?” Simon can’t help but ask. You seemed so in order, he wondered why you were sharing time and space with someone like him.

“I’m dying.” The words slip from your lips way too easily and you’re clearly healthy, so Simon just assumes you’re—

“Lying. Tha’s a total lie.” There’s a snort by the end of his accusation, but Simon doesn’t give a fuck if he sounds rude.

“Now, why would I lie?” The look you give him makes him want to snicker, but he holds back at the urge. Your eyes glint in an almost childish way, they’re full of teaseful intentions – like a kid who’s plotting behind their parents backs.

“For attention, maybe? I don’t know you, why’d ya say tha’ t’me?”

“For attention…” You breathe out a humorless laugh. “Well, I am dying. We’re all dying… Closer to death everyday.”

“So, you’re not dying from a disease,” he states, matter-of-factly.

“Never said I was, did I?” That playful glint in your eyes fails to make him mad this time. You haven’t said that, you’re right – the realization makes him roll his eyes.

“But ya knew what I was gonna think when ya said tha’.” The accusatory edge to his voice is almost gone now – and you nod as an answer.

“I did. But I’m also responsible for the things I say, and not what you understand.”

“Mhm.” Simon huffs, knowing there wasn’t much left to say. Next time, he’ll be sure to ask for elaboration before jumping to conclusions – although, he sure needs to keep an eye on you, you reek of problem.

“What about you, big guy?” The question makes reference to the one he had made earlier. That’s when Simon realizes he has nothing good to share. Besides his dog Soap and Johnny’s passing, there’s nothing much left to be said – he also doesn’t know how to be so vague and annoying like you, so he settles for the basics.

“I ride a bike,” he said then, as if that’s the most interesting thing about his personality.

“Do you? That makes sense.” Your statement is not that easy to comprehend once again – what made sense? –, but with a tilt of his head Simon has you elaborating your sentence – progress, he thinks. “The balaclava,” you add, with a gesture of your hand towards his face.

“What do you know about bikers and balaclavas?” Was it obvious he needed to get more out of you? He didn’t know, but he actually didn’t care much. 

“I know they wear it under their helmets… Helps with the cold?” It’s a small attempt to impress him, the question working to scratch a deep part of Simon’s mind where he craved a bit of an upper hand.

“Aye. Helps wit’ the cold,” Simon echoes your words, like a father teaching something new to his kid. He likes the way you nod along, open to accept whatever he says – at least in his deranged mind. “Any more knowledge on bikes and bikers?”

“I heard there’s a direct connection between bikers’ personalities and their bikes… Is that right?”

“Aye.” Simon nods, growing curious. “What bike do you think I have?”

“Probably, like…” You stop a second to think, before carrying on. “One of those Harley Davidson type… The ones that look from 80s gang movies.”

“80s gang movies–” he echoes with a laugh. “Not how I’d describe it, but I guess you’re right. I have a Triumph, though, not a Harley.”

You nod along. “Oh yeah, ‘cause I totally know what that means.” You laugh, lighthearted.

After contemplating the idea for a bit, Simon ends up giving in to his thoughts. He’s glad the balaclava hides his soft smile.

“Why don’t we go for a ride? I'll show you.”

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CAPTAIN !! WAKE UP YOUR LIEUTENANT IS COMPROMISED !!

The promised continuation of my last post 🥳

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Ripped ghost truthers come to my doorsteps to die.

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He heatwave got our captain likeeeeeeee

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You call gaz "big boy" one day in a little teasing way like "okay, settle down big boy" when hes getting a bit heated, and his brain just goes blank. He's so used to hearing ghost or soap refered to as big guys, but no one ever calls him big bc compared to the monument that is ghost hes really not.

So having u call him that? Gets him hard as a rock. Totally forgets what he was arguing abt, dragging u by the sleeve into the closest empty room bc he has to have u right that moment. Congrats, u unlocked his size kink lol.

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when lia meant her friends, she meant ME.

Gaz !

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Little doodle strip i haven't posted.

Not that proud of it but it's cute.

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riley bros (and their mammoth-like heights)