#also maybe a little ghost kiss would fix him

[leahaart]

Guys I think it’s time we start talking about how when Charles and Crystal kiss he can’t feel it, it’s truly something he only enjoys because it is nice for her. This boy is so incapable of switching off his people pleasing he can’t even have a mutually enjoyable kiss with the girl he likes. He really does just see himself as someone who’s value comes from the comfort he can provide others :(

[lunarw0rks]

Hiii so... I don't know how to say that but...

YOU'RE WRITING IS PERFECT, it makes me giggle and through my feet into the air!!! 😭💖

so can you please imagine ghost all whiny and needy for the reader, like what do you think about it😭😭😭

hmmm.. i don't necessarily picture whining but i can see how he'd be needy at times. especially since you two wouldn't have sex often; there are times were he's FERAL !!

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warning(s): (consensual) cockwarming/somnophilia?, thigh fucking, afab!reader

NEED | SIMON RILEY

usually, when simon gets aroused in the middle of the night, he goes to the bathroom and takes care of it. but tonight was especially difficult to stifle.

his hand just wouldn't do. it wasn't enough. he needed you.

you two had been so busy the past few days, with little time for each other. he got home a few weeks ago, and that meant he had to play catch up on all his household duties. bullshit at the bank, fixing the leaky faucet in the kitchen — and all of his work-related paperwork piled in his study.

and you, having a life of your own, weren't always sewn to his hip. it worked well that way, preventing arguments about clinginess or unavailability. when he was there, you two were great. and that was satisfactory.

after simon's eyes opened, he rolled over and stared at you for a few moments, listening to your faint snores. you slumber on your side of the bed, curled into the fetal position. each night, you sleep on his chest, but somehow end up far from him by the end of it.

tonight it wouldn't fly; he needed your warmth.

scooting closer, he rested his chin on your shoulder, pushing your back plush against his toned chest. "lovie..." he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe.

his deep tone was audible enough to wake you, even when he spoke in a hushed tone. you twitched awake, feeling the embrace of his arms tight around you; tighter than normal. "what is it, Si?" you mumbled lazily, feeling your eyelids already drooping again.

simon grinds his hips subtly, hoping to send his message without words. but all he's done is coax you back to sleep — or the halfway between.

"need y', sweetheart," he muttered, waking you once again. you grumbled, about to tell him off until you felt the hardened bulge in his sweatpants. how it rubbed against your backside needily, suddenly reminding you of how long it'd been.

sleep called you — violently. you were still exhausted from the day you had, with little to no time to get properly excited. but, my god, was his voice a treat. desperate and pleading, for a change.

without breaking your relaxation, you reached down and lifted the hem of his baggy t-shirt, where you wore nothing underneath. lifting one of your legs slightly, you reached between and palmed him; hopefully that was enough of a message.

his breathing hitched slightly, peering down and seeing your bare rear in the moonlight. he snaked an arm down and peeled back his waistband, freeing the cock you had been trying to reposition. once the clothing barrier was gone, his need was evident.

the breeze of the AC blew against his sensitive length, making him shutter. so, he was right; warmth is what he craved, not necessarily full-on sex.

before you drifted off again, he leaned up against your ear, "this alright with y'?" he teased your cheek with his oozing tip.

once again, the deep octave sent a chill down your spine. with your remaining lucidity, you nodded your head and drawled a yes. you were too comfortable to mind, and it was downright erotic to imagine.

how he'd be lazily rocking into your thighs, maybe against your cunt — all while you remain at peace. the only downside would be missing his sweet grunts and groans when he's close. if you're lucky, perhaps the sounds of his release will intrude into your dream and make it sweeter tenfold.

as soon as he heard your acceptance, he gripped the girthy base of his cock, slipping between your thighs. then, he angles his hips, so that he was also grinding between your lower lips. the natural wetness and his pre-cum made for a messy endeavor, sure to have your sex coated by the time he's finished.

when simon begins grinding his hips, your sleepy body nuzzles him, instinctively pushing further against him. your thighs clench together, engulfing his cock in the warmth he craved and simulating how blissful it was to be inside you.

into your ear, he makes his pleasure known, delicately holding the flesh of your thighs in place.

"so good, lettin' me tease you like this, baby."

[tojisun]

old mask ghost does things to me for real :(( he's so cunty it's annoying.

•°. *࿐

(he's also annoying in another ways—like breaking your heart, for example.

"this thing between us?" he asked, voice gentle as you two settled on your bed. the euphoria of your orgasm had filled you up with a certain sense of quiet elation, but you feel it slowly wilting into the heavy dregs of reality at his sudden prodding.

you hummed, not knowing where he was going with this.

you felt simon shrug, the warm drag of his palm over the slope of your back stuttering to a halt. this made you blink your eyes open, shifting enough to meet his gaze.

"what?"

he smiled. soft and charmingly cruel because—

"well, hope you remember that it's all physical, yeah?" he finally finished off, grinning like he did not just slam a hammer into your glass heart.

...oh.)

"fuck y'doin' here?" you ask, voice pinched in your exhaustion.

you feel too overstimulated—your jacket's falling off your shoulder, your pants are sliding off your hips, all the while the rain has drenched you. so really, all your clothes have no right to be grappling with your trembling body like this.

someone also blasted the damn heater in your apartment building.

who the fuck cranked it up that high? yeah, the rain's pouring but what the actual hel-

"oh, y'know," your menace of a friend-with-benefits says, shrugging. "missed you, s'all."

"oh, shut it," you snap, glaring up at him.

who even let him in?

all simon does is laugh, before shifting to grab some of the grocery bags you're carrying. thank god for that because if he didn't, you're a hundred percent sure you were going to fling the one with the jug of milk towards him, targeting his skull.

no bullet can kill this motherfucker but you and your jug of milk would sure be willing to try.

simon makes himself at home because of course he does. he's shameless like that. clearly no amount of distance would fix him; men used to come home changed after being shipped off-

"what're you murmurin' over there?" simon teases, his voice ricocheting from the small space of your kitchen.

you squeal, swivelling to stare up at him in your mortification. you rest your palm atop your chest, feeling it thudding against the webbings of your ribs, before feeling the full force of your stomach fluttering because he's so close.

god. you actually missed him.

the ridiculous mask is still on his face but he's at least removed those shades, giving you a view of his pretty, pretty eyes. they're crinkled in his smile, his cheeks pudging up from underneath his mask. despite all that, you note the way the skin around his eyes are gaunt, bagged with dark lines. exhaustion pulses from his very being and yet there he is, traversing the storm, just so he can settle in your apartment.

what was it again that he's running away from?

"c'mere," you finally say, a breathy mumble, and simon lets out a pleased little sigh as he crowds you with his bulk.

you lift a hand up, sliding your knuckles along the fraying material of his mask, before sliding your hand down to the base of his neck. the edges of his mask are curling slightly, a sign of its overuse, and you wonder how much has simon spent underneath this measly thing?

maybe he needs a new mask? where will you get one though? this man has such particular tastes-

"so? are you goin' to kiss me?"

your breath wavers, rasping into a quiet squeak, feeling your cheeks fill up with warmth. then, gently, almost tentatively, you pinch the edge of his mask, tugging it up.

he curls his hand around your wrist—something that you know must be grounding for him. his fingers twitch just slightly, tensed, and you wonder why he even gave you this privilege?

what pushed him to trust you so much?

the thoughts trickle into silence the moment the mask is lifted past simon's lips, resting just underneath his nose.

you're right, you think, giggling in your delight. he is smiling underneath that thing.

simon bends forward, forehead bumping against yours. the smell of old leather fills your senses, your nose twitching at the unfamiliar scent, before his chapped lips meet your own.

you will yourself not to think too much into this kiss—not to feel too much with this kiss—but it is futile.

after all, you have always been in love with him.

[karlachismylife]

Totally self indulgent but how would they help take care of a chronically ill partner? (Poly if you don't mind)

((also yes I am having a bad day))

I'm so sorry to hear you're having a bad day, baby, I wish I could be there to help you through it :( These speedrun headcanons just for you are the least I could do, of course. I tried to keep it general enough without making it about any particular disease, because at the end of the day, whatever you're going through, they will be there for you no matter what.

CW: gn!reader with unspecified chronic illness, thus mentions of medical themes, medications, treatments, doctors and some things our bodies go through, symptoms and such. Also some controlling/soft dom/caretaker behaviour I guess, but without dabbling into CGL territory. Last paragraph is suggestive, but not explicit.

So, with any chronic disease, there are better days and worse days, ups and downs, and sometimes bad days happen unpredictably, sometimes you can kinda feel them coming, sometimes you just know that whatever you just did, be it going out all night for the concert of your favourite music band or just spoiling yourself with food you know will fuck you up but tastes too good to pass - and throughout all that your four partners stay attentive and vigilant.

Each and every one of them (even Soap, however unlikely) knows the importance of routine. They're military, they have no problem adhering to the same set of regular actions - as well as reacting to sudden changes and giving immediate appropriate response. Honestly, they're pretty damn good as caretakers, once they get clear in structions on what needs to be done.

Price goes with you to doctor appointments and all the treatment you need outside home. He's driving you there, waiting at the door (maybe eavesdropping while he pretends to fall asleep in the uncomfortable chair with his chin tucked and his hat laying in his lap. maybe actually falling asleep and waking up with horrifying neck cracking), asking a hundred questions after the doctor lets you out - to the point where it starts to look more like an interrogation. He does want to know everything, though, since only with full information on hands he can assess the situation and work out a plan of action. He wants to know what's the status, what meds you need to take and for what, how often, what side effects are possible, what else needs to be done - he makes your doctor give him a full on lecture, even if you already explaind half of that to them all previously. After he gets what he wanted from the poor medic, he still pulls on some strings to get you seen by specialists he's confident in. Sure, your doc might've been treating you for god knows how long, but a second (a third and maybe even fourth) opinion won't hurt, right?

Ghost gets your (and everyone else's, because Price fucked up his joints and spine more times than it's acceptable, Gaz has allergies and Soap needs his adderall. Ghost himself takes half of the pharmacy's supply, poor guy's messed up in all kinds of way) meds and also makes sure you and the boys take them regularly, especially if they're the type to be taken strictly on time. He brings your morning pills to you in bed with water and a little sandwich if you need to take them not on empty stomach, and if he has to be out at the time you need them, he always sends you a reminder - and expects you to report to him quickly, otherwise he's calling you and then one of the guys that can come and make sure you're being good. If you're having a bad head day and can't make yourself take these fucking pills that can't even "fix" you (or whatever bad thoughts you're having), Simon's going extremely soft - he just sits next to you and feeds you one pill after another, kissing you for every one you swallow, and then does same with his stash, "demanding" rewarding kisses from you with an adorably serious face. He knows better than anyone how much needing to do this every damn day can fuck with your mind, so he's patient, but he can't let you neglect yourself.

(Soap gets no such treatment, if that little shit tries to wiggle his way out of taking his meds, they get shoved into his mouth. He still gets his rewarding kiss, though, with Ghost's steel grip on his jaw, and this honestly looks like Simon tries to kill him via sucking his internal organs out of his mouth. Mind end up sucking something else-)

Gaz is just steadily making everything he can as accomodating as possible. If your headaches make you sensitive to smells, he makes sure nothing in the house can cause a bad reaction, he watches everyone's allergies, buys groceries to fit your diet and makes sure other products like soap or cleaning supplies won't be bad to you. He's the one who will find non-constraining clothes out of fabric that won't irritate your body - very stylish and just how you lik them, he's looking into furniture and appliances that can make it easier to deal with if you're in pain or can't hold shit properly because of joint pain (not only for you, Price and Ghost both get days when their knuckles hurt LIKE HELL). He might've had experience caring for a relative, or maybe he's just extremely good at research, but he just comes up with solutions you didn't even know could help.

Soap is the service dog. He's ready to run any errand, pick up every task you give him, provide immediate help as soon as you call for him. He's cuddling you through flares, fetching blankets or tea, literally catching you if you suddenly get a horrible cramp and fold in half. This man will go to the bathroom with you and keep you steady while you throw up, or literally kneel on the tile floor and wipe your tears if you get really bad bowel problems. He's seen people get shredded into pieces and watched their internal organs become external, he won't be put off by anything a human body can do. None of them will, to be honest, but Soap is just always the first to hold your hand through whatever hell you're going through.

But the other thing Soap does - is make you feel normal. He's not tiptoeing around you, treating you like a fragile doll that can't be played with, no; he'll fucking prank you, tease you, rile you up and haunt you as long as it makes you smile and helps you forget about that thing that impacts you every day while other people get to live without it. He's your personal hospital clown, and honestly, if you need to go to hospital, he might actually sneak inside in a clown costume (how the fuck did no one see and stop a huge ass man with a honking red nose and rainbow onesie walking through the corridors?) and entertain you. His family never let him feel like he was different despite the obvious struggles he faced with his ADHD (that wasn't diagnosed straight away too and went unmedicated for quite some time), and he'd rather die than let you feel like you're missing out on all the fun life has to offer because some days you can't even leave your bed as your body acts out.

They watch your diet and find ways to make it as diverse as possible, no matter how limited it is. Gaz is the one who makes groceries lists and often goes shopping, but all four of them take turns cooking (a man's place is in the kitchen, even if it gets cramped with all four of these dudes there) and experimenting with food. Gaz is the best cook by far, and the second to best is surprisingly Soap! Price actually isn't all that inventive in the kitchen (he just knows what he likes and doesn't venture out much, but what he does he does well), and Ghost... his main culinary innovations are in the stupid smiley faces and skulls he makes out of everything. How did he manage that with soup? I dunno, ask him.

They know your patterns and habits, sometimes they can tell the illness will flare before even you do, from the subtle changes in your appearance or behaviour. Maybe you're sweating just a little too much today and Gaz saw the stains on your shirt while doing the laundry, or your heartrate is off under Ghost's sharp ear as he nestles into his favourite place in the world - your arms. Perhaps Price noticed you ate not enough of your breakfast or Soap grabs your hand and feels it's colder than should be.

First thing they do is check in with you - Ghost is extremely straightforward and demanding about it, making you recite what you did recently that could cause a flare and asking you all about how you're feeling; Soap slips into worry immediately and starts with a question what he can do for you. Gaz goes a sly route, tugging you away from whatever you were doing, snuggling with you on the bed or the couch and peppering you with kisses, purring into your ear sweet nothings mixed with questions until he coaxes all the information from you. Price doesn't even ask at first: he immediately goes into action, the most basic care provided before he even says anything.

They do listen to you, though. If you're not feeling the worst and don't need immediate help, they just stay around to watch after you, but always communicate to others that extra care might come in handy today. Probably still try to convince you to go easy with your tasks, be it studying, work or chores, and help with whatever they can.

However, if it is bad, you kinda lose autonomy. Work? Forget about it. Chores are on them for the next week, no exceptions. You're lifted off your feet and brought to bed by Soap, everything arranged into a comfortable way by Gaz by the time they carefully lower you there. If you need to sit up to lessen the symptoms, they put pillows behind your back, but Soap prefers when he can cradle you against his chest and serve as a heat pillow himself - especially if his hot hands can make tummy or joint pain better. But if heat is the thing you don't need at all, he'll stay next to you, ready to jump at your first word.

Meds and water in Ghost's hand, waiting for you to take them patiently. While Price takes care of your unfinished business (and makes sure you won't go to work/school/uni next few days), Gaz ensures your body is taken care of - maybe you need a gentle massage or just sweat and teares wiped off, he's there, cooing at you and kissing your skin gently.

If you need bathroom, you're getting carried there, but if it's just to throw up, Soap's already got a bucket at the ready, and he and Gaz will support your body through the nausea, another glass of water appearing with silent Ghost by the end of it.

You're getting all the entertainment you want: Gaz and Soap will only be happy if you want to play computer games with them (or, if you can't, you can just watch them, and they'll goof around to keep your mind off your state). You want to continue that book you're reading, but it's hard to hold it and your eyes hurt? No audiobooks while you have Price there, he'll read you aloud. A movie? Hell yeah they'll all gather around with whatever snacks you can digest at the moment and watch whatever you want (and if Ghost or Price fall asleep, you can prank them via Sergeants' proxy).

Some other little things:

They all either quit smoking or make sure it doesn't affect you even with the smell.

Price keeps on top of all your vaccines and screenings. Don't even need to remember them, he can wake up in the middle of the night and recite all of the needed information. Can get quite strict and controlling if you try to get out of appointments - and also spends almost unhealthy amount of time reseatching what else can be done, including trying all kinds of experimental treatments and some not even fully scientific ones (like acupuncture. who fucking knows, eh?)

Ghost is the best out of all of your men to confide in when the illness takes toll on your mental health. He knows what drowning in your mind feels like, and he'll be there to reach out a hand and keep you afloat. He's actually good with words on these topics, and his voice grounds you - but if you need silent companionship or a firm chest to sob into, he can provide that too.

Soap actually often gets angry about your condition - not at you, of course, but the sheer unfairness of his beloved person suffering with no end, no matter how much all four boys do for you, weighs on him. The others might have caught him actually crying in the middle of letting steam off in the gym, he hates being powerless against a fucking disease.

Gaz loves when you let him take care of your body and appearance. Be it simply helping you take a bath/shower, shaving if you want but can't manage, brushing your hair for you, massaging oils, lotions or ointments into your skin... if you feel self-conscious about your appearance on flare days, he will obviously reassure you with other boys (as if they wouldn't love you in any condition, for fuck's sake, they're here because you make them feel the happiest they've ever been, not because you look like a model 24/7), but if it will make you feel better, he'll help you with a nice hairdo that won't burden your scalp, dress you up prettily, helping you put on every clothing piece with reverent kisses along the way, and do your makeup if you do it. Will he join you in all that and get all pretty too? Hell yeah! Might even catch Soap and get him dolled up too.

And finally, you won't find more accommodating people for intimacy. Whatever your limits are, they're never crossing them, choosing positions you won't feel uncomfortable in, being careful not to overwhelm you, discussing everything you want to try in sex with possible complications in mind. They're fine not doing anything at all; they're fine with doing no penetration; they're fine with extensive foreplay... definitely using all kinds of devices to make the experience better for you. Potentially asking your doctor questions on what's okay and what's not, even if you're screaming not to, lol.

They just love you, and they're ready to take everything off your shoulders as soon as you need it.

Hope you feel better soon, lovie <3

[gardenwons]

HELP YOU OUT :: sim jaeyun

SYNOPSIS: jake always helped you out with anything, but now that he evidently has a problem down there you decided it was time to reciprocate the care and love he had always shown you.

PAIRINGS: bf nerd!jake x gf reader

GENRE: established relationship, smut, fluff.

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

WARNINGS: blowjob, praise, pet names, smut w/ almost no plot, shy jake :((, maybe also not shy jake :))

Jake was always shy when around you, even as he mustered up the courage to ask you out, his nervousness made him a stuttering mess, and the words he wanted to say seemed to playfully dance just out of reach. But, fortunately, you knew him well already, and your heart warmed at the sight of his charming shyness. Giving a nod then a peck on his cheek, shocked- he stared at you in awe, already somewhat in love with you.

Another day, and it was time for the usual study date with Jake. He was a diligent student, always focused on his academics. As you both settled in, you couldn't help but notice the tension painted on his face, cheeks redder than ever.

Whenever you accompanied Jake to the library, it seemed like a recurring scene that played out. You would sometimes get so engrossed in your studies that you'd doze off, and he, being the sweetest boyfriend, would gently wake you up with a tender touch. With a caring gesture, he'd wipe off any stray droplets from the corner of your mouth. Both your bags are already packed, him carrying it for you as he accompanies you home. His loving nature always shone through, and you couldn't help but feel grateful to have someone as caring as him in your life. You cherished these little moments that strengthened his trust and love in you.

But today was different, the air felt thick as he kept fidgeting in his seat beside you, worried— you'd place the back of your hand over his forehead and he flinches. "huh? what's wrong, love?" you'd ask in worry, placing your hand over his, trying to meet his eyes that were purposefully averting your gaze.

A soft nothing comes out of him as he fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose, trying to focus back on his textbook on whatever physics topic he was on. Worry doesn't leave your body as your eyes travel around his body, searching for any bruises or wounds until they drop to his pants, which appeared to be far too tight for whatever was developing underneath. Your breath hitched, it's not like you both haven't done anything close to something like that, but still.

Your fingers ghosted over his thighs, with that— his head whipped so fast in your direction and blinked innocently. "What are you doing?" he asked, his plump lips begging to be kissed by you but you kept calm and grinned. Fingers grazing over his bulge, tracing over the length while staring him down hungrily. "m wanna help you, jakey" feigning a pout, you'd scoot closer to him as he panics. Eyes searching around the library where it was almost deserted except by the two of you.

"B-but we're studying? We need to study...I need to study" His eyes scan over yours, somewhat begging to not do it here but his grip on his pencil has grown so tight that his knuckles are turning white. "Let me help you please, just this once?" Jake would have his mouth agape, unsure of what to do or whether his morals would permit him to do it in this situation, but shockingly he nodded against his better judgement and watched as you disappeared under the table, hidden away from eyes that tried to pry.

"Be quiet for me, mhm?" you said as you unzipped his pants, hooking your fingers on both his undergarments and waited for his response. Sweat was already forming on his temples, he gulped and moaned as a form of yes. His thick member sprang out of his pants, staring at it in shock at how big your shy boyfriend was concealing. 

Despite the fact that you didn't know why he had such a nasty little problem, you were already taking his head in your mouth, sucking on it sweetly. Jake wasn't sure if he found this way too kinky, but he was obviously enjoying it as he clung desperately to the table's edges. The anxiousness in his chest died down when he looked down at how preciously dirty you looked.

"God, angel you look so good.." He'd whisper above his breath, a hand slowly making its way to your hair and gripping it gently. "M..more please?" he asked just as he had the confidence to push your head down his length, sucking in harshly from the warmth of your mouth. Holding back with all his might from fucking up in your throat and come so early.

Licking his lips, he'd be so shaky and hand would feel so clammy with his other hand still gripping the table so tightly. His body arched in response to your choked sound, which sounded like sweet music to him. He whines when you press against his thighs, pleading with him not to be too rough, but he can't help but marvel at you with hunger in his eyes every time his cock stuffs your mouth so nicely.

His small but increasingly erratic thrusts, glasses that fogged up as he gripped your hair more tightly, and praises that flowed from his mouth like a sinner's prayer, and god does he look so undeniably erotic in this fucked out state. Your nose hit his abdomen as he pushed your head downward. "Fuck- angel,'m so close," he says, his eyes closing tightly as he feels the orgasm rip through. He bites down on his bottom lip when he realises how you were swallowing, taking all of his load without missing a drop, being the good girl that you want to be for him at that moment.

Gently pulling away, he used his handkerchief to wipe off the sweat from your forehead and any residue from your mouth. Love adorned his face as he tidied and helped you back up to your seat. Jake showered your face with smouldering kisses, teasing, "Such an overachiever, huh?" You playfully slapped his shoulder, but he cooed, nuzzling at the crook of your neck, and softly murmured, "You did so well for me, angel." A dreamy sigh escaped him as he felt your hand stroke his hair.

"I never knew you could be this naughty, Sim Jake”you'd playfully remark, glancing at the table strewn with abandoned books and highlighters, shaking your head at what just happened. "Well…would you like to know more then?" Jake would ask, a hopeful expression in his puppy-like eyes as he gazed up at you with a subtle pout. And who were you to say no to him, honestly?

[kittykattropicanna]

it's 2 am and i should sleep but i just read your prison penpal!ghost now it's rotting my brain!!!! ><

reader would so try to send him gifts if they're allowed. special holidays aren't miserable for him anymore as he would be accompanied by reader's sweet little presents!!!

Sleeps for the weak baby, sleep when you’re dead ;)

Of course you're going to look after your man, he does so much for you, the least you can do is send him some money to treat himself!!! maybe a gift or two you dirty girl :3

I know I promised to upload this last night after work but I was sleepy. IM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

TW: edging, Si fucks himself with your dirty panties, smut, masterbation (Reader and Simon) its just fucking disgusting and dirty, but also kinda sweet <3

PrisonPenPal!Simon masterlist

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Absolutely, holy shit. After your first phone call, you’re his, he makes that so unbelievably clear through his next letters. :)))

Telling you how much he craves you, how you’re the only thing on his mind, describing in intimate detail how his gonna touch you, kiss you, fuck you :((((

His so fucking desperate for you, to the point he actually gets enraged knowing he can’t touch you. Just the thought of you being on the other side of the wall makes his skin crawl, you’re right there, only thick cement dividing him from you :(( 

Its even worse knowing that he can’t do anything about it >:(

Si’s a problem solver, he prides himself on being able to weasel his way out of practically any situation without a problem, if that’s  reducing his sentence down to basically nothing or getting away with his little late night phone calls with you. He always finds a way to make it work, but for the first time ever, he can’t fix this, his stuck here. No exceptions, no sweet talking to get what he wants, no amount of calculated manipulation could get him out of this situation, and it makes him go absolutely mad. 

At this point he has a year left of his sentence, his so fucking close to being let back into society, so close to finally being with you :(((

Letting his emotions (and dick) cloud his judgment, driving him to think about making stupid decisions such as an attempted jail break would be absolutely the worst idea of his entire life.

Ohhhhh, but its so tempting :(

But it would just put more time between you and him, as much as he wanted you now, he knew it was only going to rip him away from you again in the long run :/

And that’s if his even successful, one night with you would mean the world to him, but it wasn't worth being thrown back in jail, only separating the two of you for longer :(

He just needed to sit tight, let the days roll on and try not to think about your soft moans through the shitty speaker of the prison phone. :(((

He absolutely asked you to be official after speaking to you for the first time. It drives him crazy knowing when guys try and hit on you at the bar, you smile brightly and tell them that you're his, his to keep. 

One of the guards asked him what’s the first thing his going to do when he gets out, with a dopey smile he chuckles a little

“See ma’ missus mate” his so fucking cute, his actually so obsessed with you, so proud that you’re his ;))))

Of course the other inmates wouldn’t know, and technically he most definitely shouldn’t of told a guard, news spreads, but he couldn’t help it, it slipped out, and you know what, he was fucking proud of it :)))

You 100% would send him money and gifts, Si makes a little money, about £35 a week either cleaning, laundry duties, basic maintenance, basically anything the job program can offer him. 

The only issue being when he first signed up, he made sure that all his money was payed into Price’s bank account. He didn’t want to risk using it, the whole reason he started the work program was because he wanted to try and set himself up once he got out, at least have some type of savings waiting for him on the other side. Every now and then he regrets it, but he knows its for the best :/

Learning that Si was so strict with his money that he didn’t treat himself to anything didn’t sit well with you….and its not like you’re struggling financially, you work a good job and your daddy is always willing to send money if you ever needed it!!!!

A hundred odd pounds a month isn’t going to leave any sort of dint in your bank account, so of course your going to send Si some money to treat himself!!! You’re such a sweet, sweet girl :(((, his sweet, sweet girl. 

You start sending the maximum amount each month which comes out to about £150, its the least you can do!! His your boyfriend! he might be a felon, a little perverted and rough around the edges, but to you, his perfect :)))

His so grateful as well :(( treating himself to snacks :((( chocolate bars, skittles and gummy’s, buying himself a book or two, replacing his flat, stained pillow and ratted blankets, getting himself some actually nice soap and a new toothbrush, buying clothes that actually fit him!! 

His muscles have grown so much since being locked up :3 there’s nothing else to do besides lift weights, work and sit around :((((

“Sweetheart, I want ya’ to know, the second I get out of here, imma treat you real nice, give ya’ everything I can, look after ya’, protect ya’”

and

“The minute I get ya’ home, its all about you, yeah? Imma lay ya’ down and eat ya’ like a starved man, overstimulate that little cunt till ya’ beggin’ me to stop, fuck ya’ so deep and hard that you’ll forget ya’ fuckin’ name, whatever ya’ want darlin’ its all yours, been lookin’ after me so well….. imma show ya’ how much I appreciate it, as ya’ can probably tell, i’m more a man of action, poetry an’t ma style baby ;)”

Definitely learns origami from other inmates, makes little paper swans and hearts for you, the paper always being a little stained from his dirty fingers, obvious crease marks showing his folded it the wrong way and had to reattempt :))))

God he knows how to treat a women :33333

But what I really want to get into are the gifts you send him…..;)

As I established in my last fics about you sending things to Si, you absolutely send him innocent gifts. 

Photos, one of your favourite gold necklaces, an oversized tee that smells like your perfume…. Cute little personal things so he can have a piece of you, nothing crazy :3

I feel like you were reading a spicy romance book. It mentioned the main character stealing his lovers used panties out of her dirty laundry basket, very quickly and idea clicked in your brain :((((

You wanted it to be a surprise for him :(((( you didn’t mention it to him in your letters, only telling him your working on a little something that’s crafted just for him ;))

Waking up in the morning you make sure to fuck yourself with your fingers :(( 

Covering your panties with your juices, making sure their absolutely soaked in your cum :((

Rubbing your thighs together while you’re at work, soaking through your panties with your arousal :((( thinking about Si eating your pussy just like he promised while in important meetings, loosing focus…. your boss pulling you aside and asking if you’re okay :(( 

Scrambling to find an answer to explain your distracted behaviour and flushed cheeks >:(

He ends up sending you home because you’re distracting everyone with your aloofness :(( putting the rest of your team behind because you're a selfish girl with a dirty mind >:( can’t even focus in your workplace because Si’s dirty words have taken over every aspect of your thoughts >:(

At the end of the day your panties are ruined with your slick, soaked  all the way through and smelling of your orgasm just like you planned ;))

And when Si received your thong obviously used??? :000000 he let out a low grunt....

Just the idea that you did this for him, fully confirming in his mind that you wanted him, craved him just as much as he craved you made something animalistic set off in his mind….

Because he received your package in the middle of the day, he couldn’t hide and tend to himself like normal >:((((((

He needed you now, he needed to fuck his cock NOW, not wait till his cell mates were asleep, his heavy balls ached and he knew if he didn’t relieve himself soon, his blue balls would become unbearable >:(((( aching and hurting with each step, uncomfortable and frustrated :(

Purposely being a dick and coursing havoc with his inmates so he can be locked up for his disruptive and disrespectful behaviour ;)))))

A shit eating grin when his in handcuffs being walked to his cell, knowing your panties are tucked into his boxers ;))))) his won yet again ;)

Like I’ve said before, and I’ll say it again, he ALWAYS gets what he wants :)))

The second his cell locks his ripping his hard, leaky cock out and wrapping your used panties around himself :((((

Pumping his fat dick, the friction of the fabric making it that much more satisfying :((((

Closing his eyes and imagining you walking around all day, turned on and flustered for him >:((((( the idea of you restricting yourself from fucking other men because you're his, knowing all you want is to be filled with dick, have the feeling of a real cock fucking you, not your cold, rubber dildo >:(

His precum mixing with your juices only turns him on more, knowing that this is the closest he’ll get to fucking your cunt for now :(( 

As his big hands slowly pump his dick, wanting to savour the moment, he lets out animalistic grunts, slowly speeding up and then slowing his pace, he edges himself almost whimpering when he refrains from his release yet again :(((

Something about holding back satisfies him, his training himself for you, getting ready for when he fucks you for the first time, wanting to hold out long enough that he can rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, forming a white rim of your cum around the base of his cock :(((

Grunted whispers of your name falling from his lips as he tries to hold back yet again, legs twitching and face getting hot as uncontrollable ropes of cum finally release from his vainy cock :(((

His never cum that much in his life, your panties damp with his semen, dick so sensitive that even the feeling of the fabric from his boxes makes him flinch >:(((

You’re such a good girl, always knowing how to please him, feels like you know him inside and out already ;)

You just wait until he gets his hands on you sweet girl ;))) 

Y'all are so fucking obsessed with each other I CAN'T

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[loveindefinitely]

O b s e s s e d with need to listen to me. I can't get it out of my head.

I mostly can't stop thinking of soap who is so disgruntled and moody after the whole ordeal. Just absolutely pent up, so he starts acting out, snapping, talking back, that sort of thing. As promised price extends his punishment and it only breaks soap down more and more until finally he's sobbing and begging price to please do Something.

I have no idea where to go from here I just love the mental image of soap acting out when he doesn't get what he wants, maybe price extends ghost and gaz's punishments as well. Says something like "you can thank him for this" and now they're All huffy and upset.

Reader's the only one who is spared so they take out their frustration on her.

Ok i'm done thank you so much have a good day

-🐭

you are a GENIUS omg. ily. this is sososo canon in this mini poly141 verse.

warning. nsfw drabble (cont. ntltm)

because you're so right. soap would be a total bitch afterwards. needy and pent up and kinda jealous that you two are the only ones that got to get off, even though he put so much effort into eating you out. homeboy is stressed.

cue the next morning, where he's grumpy, whiney and just overall being a frustrating guy to be around.

ghost is in the kitchen, fixing up breakfast in the mess, and soap would just come up behind him, nuzzling his head into his neck and pressing his dick against simon. rutting into him kinda, before ghost shoots him a vicious glare. he backs off.

but then, he sees gaz walking in, and he rushes over to him, pulling him into a deep hug. one that was a bit too much for their usual morning interactions.

that's when you stumble in, weary eyed and still kinda lethargic from last night's ordeal.

and soap's not mad, not really, but he's frustrated that you got the better end of the deal.

so, he pulls you in, hands at your hips, before he's assaulting your mouth with feverish kisses. they're frantic, and you can feel how hard he is where it presses against your stomach. you try and pull away, and when you do, the man huffs like a disgruntled pup.

when it's price who comes in next, soap is pissed off beyond relief.

rising a brow, a challenging one, price would ask how he slept. soap would roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath that would have your eyes blowing wide, a little shocked, a little dismayed.

gaz would blow out a deep exhale, extracting himself from the situation, walking quietly over to ghost. which, for once, would be the safest option out of you four.

and price would narrow his eyes, daring soap to keep up his pissy attitude. soap would, of course, because this man has absolutely ZERO self preservation skills.

he'd then have the nerve to ask if he can bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you. just, openly asking, as if you yourself aren't standing right there.

price would simply tell him that he won't be allowed to stick his dick in anything for the rest of the week.

then, he'd stride over to the other two men without another word, tell them the same thing, and get to work cutting up some spinach.

and you'd be left there, gaping, confused, as soap stands with a similar expression. as if he wasn't fully aware that his actions held consequences, and he really shouldn't have been such a brat after last night.

he'd narrow his eyes at you, snarky, saying something about how you yet again evaded punishment.

say something about how price 'dinnae said nothin' 'bout bendin' ye over, aye?" and he'd forcefully bend you over the table, rutting into your back like a mutt, using your body without inserting anything anywhere.

and, with a moment of clarity, you'd realise that gaz and ghost are watching, with a glint of envy in their eyes.

you'd been in for a long week.

this is absolutely shit btw because halfway through writing this my BED BROKE and i think i may have also broken my toe. so this is coming from a place of pain and distress. great idea tho !! thanks for enjoying my writing mwah mwah

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﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤmemoirs of the windㅤ...ㅤ( 제이 )

ㅤㅤ﹙2072﹚ ㅤ장르 angst, bittersweetㅤㅤwarnings drinking, light implications of substance abuse, smoking, break-up, sort of non closure on his partㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ for @okwonyo's celestial ballet event ! i had sm fun writing this, thank u for hosting the event iNDEX

ib only by lee hi ⋆ there are references to the lyrics in this work

the clock strikes eight, a click of the lighter follows— the flame settles on the wick of the candle, fluttering before resting still like everything else in the apartment. the wind plays its melancholic howls as if music orchestrated for the day. outside, it’s a dance of leaves waving on trees. inside, it’s your birthday, and it’s quiet. 

he sits at the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on the cake. it’s your favourite, cherry vanilla, with little flowers made of red buttercream adding to its appeal. the candle lights up a little over and across the sweet delicacy, albeit nothing compared to the dim lights of his kitchen. he sighs, and wonders, and wonders, and then whispers above the weighing silence. 

“happy birthday,” he says to the ghost of you. perhaps you’re on the couch watching him, or maybe on the stool across from him. in his mind, you’re here. in his heart, on his lips, and when the alcohol wears off for a brief minute— you’re back to sweden. 

“happiest birthday,” he mutters again, eyes never leaving your name on the cake. it’s your first birthday without him. you said you’d spend your birthdays with him but here you are nonetheless. here he is, wondering, waiting, wasting himself over memories from six months ago. over words you probably have never meant, maybe they never weighed enough for you. 

there’s alcohol on the side. you detest it— gosh— shuddering away from the whiff alone. jay thought he would have to give up on drinking if he wanted to keep you. there has never been an ‘if’ actually, for he stopped buying beer and wine, stayed away from drinking even though his friends made fun of him, sometimes. and yet there you were on his instagram feed, smiling, partying with a bottle of Kopparberg in your hand.

‘times change,’ you had said once when he saw you munching on your mint-chocolate ice cream. you had claimed to hate it, and then you were on the couch, saying you had changed your mind and it definitely doesn’t taste like toothpaste. ‘people change, jay,’

that day, he didn’t think much over your words and laughed it off, deciding to have a taste as well. today, however, it’s all hitting him like a wave at the sea during a storm. he wonders what else has changed. do you still like macaroons? do you still wear that bracelet he gifted on your hundred days anniversary? is lee hi still your favourite artist?

he remembers the song— only, it’s also from your favourite album of hers. you played it on repeat sometimes, while cleaning your room or baking. soft hums of its familiar melodies danced off your lips while you did laundry. jay could only ask himself why you like it so much, until he actually asked you one day, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the doorframe. 

‘it’s cute and romantic,’ you had responded while folding your clothes, the slight fragrance of your detergent spinning in the air. ‘it sounds like love,’ 

that was like you, to associate and define things as love. his kisses tasted like love, touch felt like love, voice resonated with love— sometimes, he’d stop and shake his head at your words with a silly smile. how could you see love in everything around, in things as ugly as shame, and pretty as stars? he remembers meeting you and you described the feeling as love. 

you came in like a spring wind. first day, first interaction, and he was floored. 

jay doesn’t know much about love. he isn’t the one to ponder about it and put it in words. love, to him, is the feeling, happy or sad. to him, it’s in longing and yearning, yet also in letting go. you were his first girlfriend, and his hands were shaking when he felt like he had the entire world on his palms. he would stutter and stumble and you would lend him a hand. that’s love to him. when his patience ran thin and he ended up saying words he didn’t mean, when arguments left you with silence weaving itself in between, you would hold him and promise to stay together, and he says he’ll do better. that’s love to him. 

love, to jay, was when he came home in a hurry to your long texts— your bags laid out with clothes inside, and he let your hand slip out of his fingers. 

‘can you explain yourself?’ he had asked, anxious and frantic, going crazy behind his eyes. his heart threatening to beat out of his chest as he pulled you aside, holding your hands ever so dearly and in fear. 

‘there’s nothing to explain. i told you everything over text,’ and that’s all you had said before going back to packing your stuff. jay saw your flight tickets on the bedside table and realised there was a lot you didn’t tell him about— and you’re still a mystery to him.

‘did i do something wrong?’ 

‘did i push you away?’

‘am i not good enough?’

all these questions spun in the room, and you had taken his hand ever so tenderly, planting a soft, gentle kiss, looking at him in the eyes with pain— love. you had told him so inexplicably how happy you were and how much the time you two spent meant to you. you had told him how lovely he was and how all your rainy nights and lonely days felt like you were being coloured in his shiny light because he was with you. 

you told him, he believed, and you let go of his hands with a bittersweet smile before walking back to your closet. 

‘did you fall out of love?’ silence. 

‘are you tired of me?’ and silence. 

he still thinks about those questions he asked, even now as he’s sitting in front of your supposed birthday cake. you never responded, but your silence told more than words could ever recite. he wishes you had answered him, though. it would’ve been easier for him to move on, even though he has always known what your answer would be. sometimes, he wishes for you to come back running, half because he wants to close the door on you and hurt you the same way you hurt him, and half because he wants to hold you in his arms and pour out all the love he has for you. his fingers hover above the like button of your posts. he wonders if he should comment or maybe send you a direct message. he wants to pull you back, but you look so happy without him— and who was he ever to take away your happiness? so he just scrolls past, liking other posts and reels, and hangs in there drowning in thoughts of you until you post again— and the ugly cycle continues. 

jay notices the candle melting and puts it away on the kitchen counter, not wanting the wax to poison the cake if it ever could. he grabs a can of beer from the fridge, downs it, and then grabs another, then another, and another, to the point his vision is blurring. he tries to light a cigarette but the lighter doesn’t work. he takes off his cardigan and throws it around in attempt to make a mess. he wants you to see him— pitiful and in pain, and he wants you to stop him like you always had.

he tunes in the recorder, listening to a few of the songs that you enjoyed. he never bothered changing it. and he drinks yet another can of beer, looking around and out of the window, looking at the unattended cake and the melted wax on the table. oh how you would scrape it out with your nails. 

“do you think about me?” he asks into the empty. the question gnaws at him from the inside, along with a thousand others. he waits, and waits, hoping for a response, knowing it’s useless, hopeless. “sometimes, i think about you every minute,”

he tries to think of how you’d respond to those words— with a laugh, maybe. maybe, you’d tell him you think of him too, he can only guess, he can only imagine. he imagines you walking up to him and leaning down for a kiss. you’d whisper something sweet in your enchanting voice and then kiss him again, this time getting onto his lap, your lips pulling him in a way he can’t help but wrap his arms around you. and just when it would be getting better— you’d pull away. 

‘i don’t like dancing,’ you had mentioned once, as he suddenly remembers via the alcohol taking him down the memory lane, when he asked you for a dance at the freshers party. he didn’t even know you then, not more than the fact that you were the most beautiful person he had seen that night.

and then a year later, you were in his apartment, arms over his shoulders, his hands on your waist. you gave him this sweet smile and made him inch closer for a kiss, all while waltzing to your favourite song. you said you didn’t mind dancing if it was him, only him. because he was the only one. 

and jay huffs at the memory, a bit frustrated. it was a lie, a pure white lie. you didn’t mind sharing dance with a few of your friends. he knew it was childish of him to be upset at this, but he’s annoyed nonetheless. you’ve told him lies, about love, about him, about yourself; to the point he believed they were the truth. like when you said he didn’t have a talent for music so he should take engineering instead so that you two could stay together. and when you said everything would be fine now that he was in love with you— a whole lot of lies. he grips the can tightly at the memory, pressing his fingers into the metal. and then your song comes on. 

jay just stares at the recorder for a few seconds. he pictures you walking up to him from the living room with a smile on your face, asking him for a dance and he’d agree— as he does, standing up from the stool except this time, he’s holding a beer can instead of your hand. every step he takes reminds him of the little dance you two performed together. he closes his eyes occasionally, taking in the lyrics, the chorus that you like so much. he let his mind trace over every single memory of yours he has preserved in his mind. how quickly you made him fall for you and how swiftly you left. 

like a wind blowing past the curtains into his living room, you came into his life, and entranced him in your presence. you had asked him to make room for you in his heart and he gave you your entire self and soul. being with you was an adventure, like walking into a storm. he had to share his love and you’ll never let go. now, he starts picturing you in his arms while waltzing down the kitchen all alone, reliving the feeling of your body pressed close to him.

he lets his feet guide him around his apartment, down to the living room, bumping into the couch slightly but he doesn’t stop. it’s like the first dance he shared with you, magical, as you had him lost in yourself completely. all the walks together with you, hands intertwined together, it all plays in his head like a movie. and jay never understood the song like you did, but he can walk on the world stage and thump his chest to claim you’re the only one— but it wouldn’t mean a damn thing since he’s not yours in return. 

he takes a sip of beer, humming to the melody of the song as he waltzes on his own, walking down to the balcony. you were his muse, and his notepad is full of songs he wrote about you, and he— jay lets out a chuckle— a passerby. you came in like a wind, calling him your only one amongst the other people you had pulled in your whirl all along, and he leans against the railing, taking last sips of beer from his can.

a wind flows by— and you’re gone. 

[thecosmosdefys]

hi how u doin?♥ would u do general relationship hcs for ghost and könig pls?? :)<3

What dating Ghost & König would be like

Pairings: Ghost x GN ! Reader, König x GN ! Reader

Warnings: Violence, Cussing, Death

Synopsis: Just headcanons of how I would think Ghost or König would be in a relationship!

Author's Note: HIIII! Im doing good thank you so much for asking! Also I wasnt sure if you meant like? Ghost x König or like X reader headcanons so I went with what I thought you mightve meant? If this isn't what you wanted don't be afraid to put in another ask for my inbox!!! Also just want to note how excited I get when someone puts an ask in my inbox- I get so excited- It literally makes my day! Love you guys <333

Dating Ghost

I feel like if you dated ghost, at first he would seem a little cold around you? Like he wouldn't know what to do with emotional or physical intimacy. He doesn't give you the cold shoulder but he is so awkward at it at first.

Don't expect him to say I love you first, or even realises he loves you? Like before you guys start dating he is always around you, and picking to go on missions with you if your apart of the 114, but he doesn't seem to realize even though everyone around him does.

Once he starts getting comfortable with the relationship, he is like showing you off to everyone. You're like his prized trophy and he could not be happier. Like he's telling everyone all the time about you, and even your little accomplishments, god he loves you so much!

He will do things he doesn't want to do, if it means he gets to see a smile on your face? Like he hates christmas parties, but if you find yourself wanting to host one? He's already making a list of who's invited and what you might need. (He may even wear one of those ugly christmas sweaters for you but don't count on it.)

Physical intimacy? To him thats just even holding hands and it takes months for him to open up to you like that. But after he opens up, god hes all over you. In the mornings he's hugging you from behind. Never stops kissing you in public. He is disguting with his PDA, hes all over you all the time, and sometimes its cute and then other times your like "Simonnn stoppp" and he will... for 3 minuites-

He is so domestic when he is at home. If you need anything he is absolutely helping you. He will be your little apprentice when your cooking and everything. Sinks broken? He's fixing it. You are missing an ingredient for your food or baking stuff? He's on his way to the store to get it for you. You haven't been able to clean up the house? He's on his hands and knees scrubbing.

If you have a mental illness? He's helping in anyway he can. Even when he's away hes making sure your taking medicine if you're taking it, or reminding you about your therapist appointments. He is all over helping and doing his best to help make life easier for you even if just by a little bit.

Dating König

Literally what the fuck. He is the biggest god damn teddy bear you have ever seen. Out in public he is brooding and angry looking, but in private? He's on his knees doing anything you want him to do.

He is the biggest fan of soft touches. If you're out in public at the grocery store he's 100% rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, or just being sweet. He might brush your hair out of your face if it's in it or hindering your sight.

He will do your little routines and when I tell you it is hilarious to see this big beefy man, with a pink glittery face mask on his face, man its hilarious. When he's home he's doing your little haircare and facial care routines with you. He's oiling his hair, or putting face masks on, maybe even little cucumbers on his eyes. (of course you're taking pictures for blackmail.)

He remembers the little things about you. Sometimes when he comes back from missions he will have picked up something, or bought something that reminds him of you, or something you like. You had mentioned to him that you love forget-me-nots and you came home one day noy realizing he was home, and there was a bunch of pressed, perserved, forget-me-nots in a frame. (He ended up hugging you from behind and almost scaring you into dropping it a few seconds later but that's irrelevant)

He may not be super public about your relationship with him, but it is pretty obvious. When your out in public, he's behind you scaring the shit out of anyone who may bother you. You're his and he wants everyone to know that. Maybe you hang out with the crew one day and he has his arms slung around you, or wrapped around you in some way that screams "This is mine".

He may not actively always do things in the house, but he hovers around. He also loves to leave little things so that when he is gone you remember things that are important for you to do, he knows you have a bit of a bad memory.

Just like ghost, if you have a mental illness he is all for supporting and helping you. If you need someone to talk to he is holding you in his arms as you talk to him. He even makes sure your meds are always accessable to you, and helps in any way he can.

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taskforce 141 + könig x sick! reader

warnings: emetophobia trigger warning, mentions of puking/being sick, fluff, hurt/comfort maybe??, not proofread a/n: omg here it is. the first cod thing ive written! but not actually theres some filth hiding in my documents. this is totally lowkey a self insert. geared towards female! reader but if you squint at the petnames could be gn. i've been so so sick lately and tbh scares me a lil but what cant be fixed by fictional men?? nothing.

Ghost

 A little bit of a germaphobe

Will take off his mask, but replace it with a medical mask

Only so he can still hold you, just with a peace of mind

He does NOT want to get sick too

Because then how could he take care of you?

Always has a puke bowl at the ready

Orders your favorite takeout, even if you don’t feel like eating

Because hes a firm believer in leftovers.

Which may just be the cause of this

But you'd never tell him. poor man would get so guilty he had forgotten to throw it away.

Puts on a movie and lets you fall asleep on his chest

I feel like he’s a cold-blooded type of person, doesn’t generate much heat

but makes up for it in comfort

so many blankets

so so many. 

Checks your temperature in your sleep

Lowkey counts respirations just to be sure

Makes sure you keep hydrated

Will bring you to urgent care if he’s really worried

No matter how much you protest!

Soap

Squeamish when it comes to throwing up

Will try his very best to stay with you, but sometimes ends up running from the room

Because the last thing he'd wanna do is gag at you

While hes ran away he gets a cold rag to press on your forehead, and clean you up a bit in the process

"yer hidin? awh bonnie i wasnt meanin' to embarrass ye" he says while taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his eyes

"sickness and health yeah? i wanna take care of you"

Insists on rubbing vicks/ vaporub on you

Not because hes a little perv (he is)

But because he loves you and the sniffles break his little heart

peppers kisses across your collarbones, vicks smell clogging his nose

but he’s too focused on the goosebumps that rise on your skin, your little shivers

“Awh, my poor sick lass,”

Constantly checking for a fever

Forcing you to stay in bed, even after you feel better, “not takin chances, rest up.”

this man on the other hand is a human space heater

throwing a blanket on and off the two of you, getting too hot and then shortly after too cold. 

not as convenient when it’s hot out lol

head rubs 

head rubs

Gaz

Tries to bring you to a doctor/ urgent care immediatley

Will try to call an ambulance over a slight fever

Stocks up on pedialyte/makes sure youre hydrated

Cuddles constantly, does not care if he catches anything

loves being the big spoon so he can lay in the crook of your neck and still hold onto you tight 

Has extra blankets on deck

entertains you with silly little jokes

but then apologizes while giggling because you laughed so hard it hurt a little. 

Will feed you cold medicine/tums

teases you when you complain about taking them

“i don’t need you gettin any grumpier love”

Will hold back your hair/ stroke your back while youre getting sick

gets offended when you get embarrassed about it

“are you judging my girl?” he teases you

Tries his best to cook, but lowkey fails miserably

Resorts to cup of noodles and lipton packets. 

Price

Such dad vibes

Will make soup or other comfort foods from scratch

And his cooking skills are unmatched

Runs you a shower/bath and washes your hair for you

back rubs and massages

pressing small kisses to your shoulders as he works

also a human heater but not too hot, just the perfect temperature 

also just the perfect shape to spoon you, cradling every inch of your body

“I hate it when my baby’s sick,” he says, rubbing soft circles into your side

Doesnt even have to make a pharmacy run because hes so well prepared

Feeds you medicine, on the dot, every few hours after it wears off

(he totally sets reminders in his phone. [typing like an old person with reading glasses on])

Will stay in bed all day with you, quietly typing and mumbling to himself while you nap at his side

occasionally leaning down to kiss your forehead while he works

the computer goes away as soon as you wake up

"how're you feeling princess?"

loves having you in his arms, pulled close to his chest

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch (bridal style ofc)

Will hold your hair back, refuses to leave your side

“Of course youre not gross darling, we all get sick,”

Konig

rubs your back as you're hunched over the toilet

will sit down with you on the floor, back up against the bathtub when its too much of a risk to leave the bathroom

just wants to keep you company :(

"take as long as you need, liebling"

fills up the tub while still convincing you to get in

he promises you'll feel better after

caves and offers to join you as a last resort to get you cleaned up

Long baths, cuddling in the warm water

Letting the steam clear your sinus

Brushes and braids your hair

when you start feeling better but are still running a fever, hes worried.

but youre dealing with a burst of energy and simply must start with the housework

konig will put you over his shoulder and escort you back to bed

will paint your nails in bed to entertain you, anything to keep you still and in bed

Lets you put your cold feet on him, but only when you dont feel good

totally unprepared because i feel like this man has an immune system of steel

makes a quick pharmacy run, but has to call you for the shopping list bc oops he forgot 

depending on how sick you are, lets you come along for the ride

“promise you’ll stay in the car ja?”

always returns with a sweet little treat or small gift/toy for you

“gesundheit!” as he chuckles at your sneeze 

jokes that maybe he should put a mask on you

[alisonwritesimagines]

New Tattoos ~Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagine~

Summary: Soap sees something new on his Liutenant. Luckily for you, you get to enjoy his new hidden tattoo.

Author’s Note: Still in love with Ghost. Also I finished the rest on my phone so if there’s any mistakes or anything like that, just ignore it.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings:

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Everyone knew that Ghost had a set of tattoos on his forearm. It was something that couldn't be missed whenever he wore a short sleeve shirt or when his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His tattoos had a meaning to him.

Then came when you both married and had kids. Ghost didn't like to wear his wedding band during duty. But he did wanted to keep you and your kids close to him in some way or another.

So imagine Soap's surprise when he saw something on Ghost's chest where his heart would be.

"What's that Lt?" Soap asked Ghost as he watched his lieutenant put on a new shirt.

They had just finished a mission and had to get fixed and cleaned up before they could head back home. Even then, your children complained whenever Ghost came home, smelling "yucky." So Ghost made sure to get cleaned up before coming back home on every mission.

"What's what?" Ghost asked him.

"Get a new tattoo?" Soap asked him.

"Maybe."

"Of what?"

"Why would you want to know?" Ghost asked.

"Just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Yes but satisfaction brought it back. Come on Lt. I wanna know," Soap said.

"It's nothing," Ghost said before grabbing his stuff and walking out.

Though every time his greeting from you and the kids were the same, he always treasured it. Before he stepped foot into his house, Simon always made sure to take off his mask.

"Daddy!" His kids yelled out as they ran over and jump onto him. Simon picked up his two children before giving them a kiss on the cheek.

"Where's mommy?" Simon asked the two.

"I'm coming!" You said as you walked over to him. You kissed his cheek first before his lips. "Sorry, was washing the dishes."

"It's alright. As long as you're here," Simon smiled at you.

"Come on kids. Let daddy put his things away and help me set up the table for dinner," you tell your kids.

"Okay mommy!"

"I want to stay with daddy," your daughter pouted as she held onto Simon.

"She can stay with me love. Won't be too long," Simon said before giving you a quick kiss.

After dinner and getting the kids to bed, both you and Simon were able to have your alone time. It was no doubt that Simon wanted to enjoy every inch of you when he came back from a mission. And you enjoyed every inch of him as well.

“Soap might’ve gotten a glimpse of my new tattoo,” Simon told you as you lied on his chest. Your thumb lightly rubbed against Simon’s tattoo that was etched above his heart.

“Mmm. And what did he say?”

“Barely got to see it so he asked about it.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t tell him. You’re obviously close to him.”

“I like it better when you’re the only one who can see it. And maybe the kids,” Simon told you.

A little after your daughter was born, Simon had gotten a tattoo, dedicated to the three of you. Three triangles connected to one another. A very simple design but something only you and Simon would know and something that wouldn’t be used against him in case he was ever caught during a mission.

“Good. Because I like it whenever I’m able to see it,” you tell him, kissing the tattoo.

“I know you do.”

“How much you want to bet on Soap trying to guess what it means?” You joked.

“No need to bet, pet. He’s never going to get it,” Simon told you.

“You have to let me know what he thinks it means when he does see it.”

“Alright.”

[sailormarijuanera]

(꜆꜄ᴗ͈﹏ᴗ͈)꜆꜄꜆

 “Oookaaayy, how about this one?” 

His chin rested on the same hand that held the bright, cherry red lollipop, his eyes barely flashed in your direction before he kept scrolling through his phone with his other hand.

“It isn’t terrible,” he said. The fact that that was the most positive thing he’d said about any of the outfits was the last straw. 

“Why do you agree to do things you clearly don’t want to do.” It wasn’t a question, just followed by a long, exaggerated sigh. You were already at the other side of the store, looking at yourself in the mirror. It was obvious; the only opinion that mattered was yours. 

“Did I?” came his voice, monotone as ever as he popped the candy back into his mouth. 

“Did you what?” you called back. 

“Agree.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so right. Maybe I’ll finally find a new store with less sassy employees” you said in a simple-resolution sounding tone, though you made extra sure to emphasize the first S of the last word anyone would typically use to describe Choso. Nevertheless, it was an easy fix. If you were unwelcome, you’d let him know the message was received. 

You went back into the dressing room, letting out an exasperated puff of air. The shop’s only pocket of space large enough to house the two tiny dressing rooms was tucked into the back corner of the store.  

You had just taken off the top you were trying, eyeing the crimson, lacey bra you were also considering when, without warning, the curtain to your fitting room was yanked to the side. 

“Excu-” 

“Sassy?” he interrupted. “You flaunt around in front of me looking like that, then call me sassy?” 

He was inside the room, closing the curtain behind him. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you, you had no idea what came over him. “Choso, I-” 

“No, no, I know. You’re sorry, right?” His hands were on your hips, now. “And you’re just dying to make it up to me.” You were against the wall, and he was on you. His fingers digging into your hips, his eyes looking down at you, his lids hooded and heavy. His breathing heavy, you only noticed because his broad chest was at eye-level, and you couldn’t help but notice how much it was moving. 

“I mean, that’s not what I was gonna say,” you were suddenly hyper-aware of his hands. How large they felt against you. “You think I was flaunting?” 

The corner of his lips, his stupid, pouty lips, pulled up just the slightest bit. It was so hard to get any sort of reaction out of him, that ghost of a smile was enough to get your heart racing and your thighs rubbing against each other. His right hand skimmed over the fabric of your skirt- well, the store’s skirt,- before stopping just under your torso. Both of your chests were heaving, now. You were never one to play it cool, and this was definitely not the time you were suddenly going to spawn the ability. He licked his bottom lip, his mouth slightly agape. “I’m going to kiss you.” 

You nodded. 

“Then I’m gonna fuck you in this fitting room.” 

Your thighs pressed against each other again, and he actually gave you a smirk. “Tell me you want it.” 

“I want it,” you whispered. 

“No, baby.” His right hand stayed where it was while his left grabbed you by the chin. Not gently, necessarily, but with just enough grip to convey a message. His dark purple eyes bore into yours, the shadows of the poorly lit room making him look more shrouded in mystery than usual. The semi-permanent bags under his eyes somehow made him that much hotter, which you were sure he was fully aware of. He knew how fine he was, and it was causing you great emotional distress. “I don’t believe you.” 

“Please,” you said. Your voice was raspy, you didn’t realize just how bad you wanted him. Or more accurately, you’d been working so hard to get over your little crush and now it was being undone in seconds. You’d only just stopped fantasizing about him before bed, after meeting him toward the end of spring. Now it was almost fall, and you were being sucked in all over again. 

“There we go,” but his grip on your chin didn’t loosen. Instead, his other hand roamed greedily down your body, then back up before stopping at your chest. His lips finally landed on yours at the same moment his hand slipped under your bra. The sweet cherry flavor lingered on his breath, mingled with the simple, clean-smelling cologne you always associated him with. You wanted nothing more than to sink into him and meld your mouth into his until separation became a distant thought, a fleeting notion. But he wasn’t having it, you couldn’t get too comfortable apparently, there were things to do. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipple ever so slightly, but just enough to send a delicious shiver down your body, right between your legs. You could feel how wet you were getting, and somewhere in the back of your mind was the hope that he would be into it. He grabbed your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling back just a bit, then he let go. His eyes met yours. 

He didn’t say anything, only moved that same fucking hand from your tit down your stomach, his fingers moving right past your underwear like it wasn’t even there because why the fuck were you even wearing underwear? Huh? 

Two fingers slipped in so easily, that it seemed to earn you some praise. “Oh my fucking god,” he groaned, and relief and arousal battled over which would consume you first. “Of course, it’s wet for me. It better be this fucking wet every single time.” His fingers curved into your pussy but couldn’t go any deeper because of your awkward position. That fact didn’t seem to bother him because he seemed just as determined to make you cum. In small, sharp movements he pumped those glorious fucking fingers in and out of you, your pussy dripping by the time he’d decided you’d had enough. You were a gasping mess and you’d never seen him so happy. His smile was small, just barely tugging on the corners of his lips, but it was because of you. 

Now he was on his knees in front of you, his big hands grabbed the skirt by the sides, and flipped up the fabric before landing soft kisses on the front of your thighs.  He bunched up the fabric on one side, his left hand holding the skirt taut around your torso, holding you firmly in place. His right hand grabbed your thigh and brought it over his shoulder, his mouth almost immediately on your cunt. Normally, it’d be a bad sign for a guy to ignore foreplay like this completely, but it seemed his mere existence was enough foreplay for you. He had to be aware of this, because why else would you be so wet?

[vanderlesbian]

141 dating a civilian

hii!! this is a self indulgent belated bday gift to myself (im 20 now...) but i hope u guys enjoy it!! also feel free to leave requests in my asks bc i am so bad at thinking of prompts but ive been wanting to write so bad LOL

writing this had made me realize that i love writing gaz content........i am obsessed with him.........

gn reader! no warnings :)

masterlist

captain john price

- price loves being around you—you bring a sense of normalcy that relaxes him. when he's home, he enjoys doing domestic things around the home. he offers to do the laundry, he'll make you tea in the mornings, he feeds the dog and cat you two raise together and will go with you on any errands you need to run. when he's with you, he never thinks about work, which makes you happy because you hate to see him overworking himself.

- i feel like you two would meet through laswell. a mutual friend, you and price would meet one another at a pub or something of the sort. immediately, the two of you take an interest in one another, and laswell would catch onto that rather quickly and finds it endearing. when getting to know one another, you mention the fact that you live alone, which gives price the excuse to hand you his number. "in case you need anything", is what he told you, and you could've sworn you saw laswell snickering behind him. regardless, you ended up texting him a few days after that, asking him if he knew how to fix cars.

- loves going on vacations with you!! when price has a decent period of time off, he'll ask you if you want to go somewhere, to which you always answer yes. road trips are his favorite, because driving for long periods of time is something calming for him and he enjoys the fact that it's just the two of you traveling. maybe you'll go camping, or perhaps you'll drive a country over to spend a few days in a different city; whatever it is, you and price always have a nice time. while he gets to travel a lot, he recognizes that you don't have the same opportunity, so he loves to take you places as see your reactions to things. when he's deployed, he's always on the lookout for places to take you later.

- one of your favorite things to do is visit price while he's in the office. you usually bring him a meal, whether it be home made or take out because you know he's going to forget about grabbing himself something to eat. he always thanks you with a kiss, then you linger for a moment to speak to him, giving him time to eat and take a break from his work. while you're visiting price, all of his attention is on you, and if a soldier knocks on his door and asks to speak to him, he'll use his captain voice to tell them to come by later unless it's an emergency.

- price is very proud to call you his partner. although he tries not to bring you up too often at work because of privacy and professional reasons, he likes to mention you casually every now and then, especially with laswell or the other 141 members. he's proud of the work you do, no matter what your career is; he's just likes to brag about his amazing partner. he will do his signature v shaped smile whenever someone says in surprise,"oh, your partner is a/n [occupation]? how cool!"

simon "ghost" riley

- ghost is a listener, not a talker. and boy, does he love listening to you ramble on about your day. he finds it cute; the way you complain how expensive your coffee was that morning, or how you couldn't decide what to wear to simply go pick up a snack from the store. his responses include a lot of "oh really?", "i bet", and some snarky comments when you bring up a coworker that you don't particularly like. ghost is quiet, but his little responses show that he's well invested in your stories.

- just like everything else in his life, ghost keeps his relationship with you very private. it took him quite a while to even tell any of the other 141 members that he was in a relationship, simply because he didn't feel the need to tell them. he also wanted to protect you; not that he didn't trust the other members, but he was scared of your name accidentally being said to the wrong person. you were innocent, and ghost didn't want to ruin that innocence with the dark realities of his job and put you in danger.

- listen; meeting him at a music store. you would definitely be the one to initiate things, so when you saw a tall, handsome man flipping through records beside you, it made you look for an excuse to speak to him. "that's a good album", you would then finally speak up after watching him pull out a vinyl by the doors. ghost would honestly be taken aback; no one ever really strikes up conversation with him in public. "yeah" would be his response, but the dryness of it didn't stop you from continuing the conversation. after you two begin dating, ghost will often bring up how you were insistent on speaking to him, which never fails to bring a shy blush to your cheeks.

- you think it's amusing to have such a "scary" looking boyfriend. he tags along behind you whenever the two of you go out, and you often forget how large and intimidating he looks to others, especially because he always wears dark colored outfits and a face mask out in public. imagine ghost lingering behind you like a lost puppy while you mindlessly look through clothes at a store. when you're at the register, you notice the cashier glancing behind you, forgetting that ghost is looming over you like a bodyguard.

- speaking of others reactions, you love showing ghost off to people. you'll be spending time with friends, family, coworkers—whoever, and you get so excited whenever they ask if you have a boyfriend. you think it's funny to see their eyes widen when you pull up a photo saying "this is simon, he's deployed right now but (blah blah blah)". you had asked ghost for his permission to show photos of him to others while he wasn't around, and at first he was hesitant, but after hearing about the reactions he gives people, he doesn't care anymore. people think "that's their boyfriend?", which makes ghost smile to himself because yes, he's all yours.

kyle "gaz" garrick

- you two have this thing where the moment he opens the door after coming home from a mission, you'll sprint into his arms and he never fails to pick you up off your feet and squeeze you tight. gaz greets you like he hasn't seen you in years, covering your face and neck in kisses and spinning you around in his arms for what feels like forever.

- loves to facetime you when he's away. sometimes you'll be in different timezones, but both of you will be willing to stay up at 3 in the morning jusst to talk to one another. gaz always gives you room tours of whatever place he's staying at while deployed, or he'll call you while he's out shopping to ask what souvenir you'd like best. sometimes the other 141 boys will pop in to say hello, or gaz will shove the camera in their face to ask if they have anything to say to you.

- i feel that gaz would easily become jealous, especially because he can't be with you all the time. while he's away from you, you'll text or call him about an encounter at work or while you were out and about where someone tried hitting on you, earning a snarky remark from gaz. they always make you giggle because you're aware how protective he is of you, and they're often silly remarks like "they're lucky i wasn't there" or "should've told 'em your boyfriend is 6'5 and a wrestler"

- gaz is younger, so i feel that you would be a university student or something of the sort when you first met him. working part time at a local coffee shop at the time, you vividly remember gaz complimenting you the first time you served him. "you're very pretty/handsome, by the way" he said confidently, but quickly walked off before you could thank him. after that, gaz came in as often as he could, learning something new about you each time he came in, and it got to a point where you would simply give him a drink or pastry for free each time he came in. eventually he would ask you out, offering to take you somewhere after your shift, to which you immediately agreed to.

- when gaz visits your place, it's always like a silly little sleepover. the two of you will watch comically bad movies, make homemade pizza, play those couple's card games and he'll listen to you talk about any gossip you have. when gaz is with you, he takes it as his time to just be himself because he's so comfortable in your presence. he doesn't have to worry about being formal with you, and the two of you are equally as silly as you spend time with one another.

john "soap" mactavish

- soap doesn't like to bother you with his work. when he's with you, he'll always be so upbeat and playful, but you've learned to be able to notice when he's particularly stressed or tired. he insists that he's fine, telling you that you don't have to worry about him as he tries to play it off. he's a bit stubborn about it, so sometimes you have to bother him just a bit before he finally gives in and tells you what's up, or simply agrees to laying down and having a rest.

- okay, picture this. you meet soap at a dog park. i think he would have a german shepherd...which is besides the point, but when your dog and his both stop in their tracks to be friendly with one another, both of you feel that it's only natural to make conversation, right? the two of you quickly hit it off, to which you credit mostly to soap for being much more extroverted than you are, and the two of you talk about your dogs for a bit before the conversation focuses on yourselves. smoothly, soap would ask for you to join him on another trip to the dog park sometime, using the excuse that your dogs seemed to like each other.

- soap loves to text you while he's away, and other than gaz, he would be the one to text you the most out of any of the boys. he mostly sends a lot of random pictures of things he says reminds you of him, but will also update you on a bunch of random little things he's doing. "just shit in this french bathroom" "johnny i don't need to know that" "had to tell somebody"

- will leave plenty of his clothes for you to wear while he's gone, and it's practically all you wear during that time. you'll leave the house in an outfit completely made up of your boyfriend's clothes because they're just so comfortable, and it makes you feel less lonely having his scent lingering with you. even when soap is home, you still constantly wear his clothes, and 90% of his wardrobe is practically yours.

- soap would love to visit YOU at work. you forget your chapstick? he's on his way. you text him that you're hungry and forgot to pack a meal? he's bringing you your favorite fast food. although he's busy and can't stop by all the time, soap tries to stop by as often as he can, and all of your coworkers have learned to recognize him. "here comes johnny" one of them will point out, making you quickly whip your head around to look.

[claraswritings]

CARMY BERZATTO SFW ALPHABET

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first he kinda struggles with it because he’s not used to having a girlfriend. He’d be a bit of a lets just link arms or hand hold…. but after a few months he’s coming in and picking you up and kissing you once, twice, sometimes three times until Richie or Tina make some comment and then he’s embarrassed but will still give your hips a squeeze as he walks by you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think he would be that friend that you check in with every couple of weeks and see maybe once or twice a year for dinner unless you lived locally but I think he’d be loyal and interested in what you were doing if anything because it would be escapism for him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES. Carmy is always wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind and I think he’d be like the lean on hugger where you would both end up like semi-leaning on each other. When you’re sitting down I think he’d like to lie on your shoulder and have you play with his hair

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he’s never really thought about it but as soon as he meets you it clicks that he wants you as his partner whatever that looks like. He’s obviously an excellent cook, he’s good at cleaning too as he knows a clean kitchens importance but he can be a litttle disorganised, like the way he has his books on a stack and not on a shelf. You fix that quick.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I am gunna be so fr right now. I love him but he is not the best at expressing his emotions. He would ghost 💀. Or at least he’d like try phase down contact bit by bit until you wouldn’t know what the hell was going on. He’d say he was just busy and do anything to avoid THE TALK until you brought it up.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like on D- once you’re together he knows he wants you and is committed to you and managing you as an important aspect of your life. I think he’d wait a little bit longer than average before asking you. He wants to lock it in but also is SO nervous because his parents marriage clearly didn’t last and what if you end up divorced like Richie and Tiffany? He wants everything to be perfect. But after a long hard talk with Nat, he knows he’s asking you…that evening.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Carmy would never want to lose it with you ever. He takes extra care not to snap at you or be impatient. Everyone in the Bear would be so surprised when he’s being usual Carmy and then you show up and he’s super sweet, they’re like what the hell when they see him being so gentle and nice with you

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I think he’d be the kind to hug you from behind even when you’re walking 😭. Like he’d wrap his arms around you and walk with you. Carmy would also be a BIGGG hugger when you’re alone at home. He’d want to lie on your shoulder and be held and have you play with his hair. He’d want you to hug him when you’re in bed too.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Carmy would have it dawn on him one day that he loves you and he would WANT to tell you immediately but I think he’d hesitate and it would happen one of two ways. You’re getting hot and heavy and he just slips out with it OR he says something and stops and you just know so you help him out by saying it first

“Carm?”

“What?”

“I love you”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Omg. Carmy gets so jealous. If a guy looks at you, he’s on the defensive with an arm around you and pulling you in to kiss you. He gets verrry handsy and if the person persists Carmy will absolutely tell them to fuck off

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

We’ve all seen that scene with C. He would take his time kissing you slowly at first, like touching your arms and hands as he does. Apart from on the mouth, I think he’d kiss your hands, and your neckline. He LOVES being kissed in his hair

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s good around kids, better than he thinks. He’s the youngest out of his siblings so barring Eva he’s not been around kids a whole lot. I can imagine if he found out his partner was expecting and they hadn’t been actively trying he’d be a bit of a worrier but as soon as it’s sunk in, he’d be really determined to be as present and there for the kid as possible. Given his own upbringing it would encourage him to work on his issues so it didn’t impact the kid.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s usually an early riser and even if you are too he still manages to be up before you. If you have to be up early too, he’ll make a breakfast for you both. If you don’t he’ll nudge you awake so he can kiss you goodbye

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

👀. Okay aside from the obvious... you’d go out for a food and then cuddle up on his sofa, you’d watch a cooking show and he’d walk you through the RIGHT way to make it. Or you’d go for a drive and take food with you to eat somewhere with a nice view. It would help him de stress I think

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would take a while because I think he’d do it gradually . You’d get a comment here or there about Mikey or Donna and you’d, obviously, be like shit, Do you want to talk about it and Carmy would just say ‘no. All good. I’m fine’ in such a way you’d almost believe him if he could meet your eyes. He’d one day just feel comfortable enough to talk fully

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s used to a hectic environment and whilst he can sometimes be a little impatient in the kitchen, with you he’s so patient. He’ll take time with you and slow things down to give you breathing space because he does not want to lose it with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think Carmy remember the most random shit. Like if you mentioned to him one Tuesday morning that you liked to have everything in, say, blue, he’d remember that forever and make sure to get you anything in the blue version. He’s the type to double check and if you wanted a hot drink he’d recite your order back to you and then be like “and do you like the lemon or chocolate muffin? Usually you get lemon but you mentioned you wanted to try chocolate?” And yet he’d still he get you both.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably on your anniversary when he closed the Bear early and set up a table just for the two of you. He’d made a menu just for the two of you and roped in the staff to play their part. Carmy made only ONE trip into the kitchen to check in which he was promptly escorted back to his seat.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would be SO protective. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you so I can imagine he’d be the “I’ll drive” and the “I’ll walk on the outside” kinda guy. As for how he’d like to be protected, he’d just want you to have his back.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Carmy would go out of his way to make sure it was special. If it’s your anniversary, surprise. He’d be super attentive and want to do all he could to show you he does care. The every day would be walking you to and from work every day. I think he’d do that even if the schedule was hectic

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be a massive workaholic, he focuses a lot on the negatives: you’ll try point out to him to focus on the lovely chefs he’s worked with but he’ll be focusing on that one awful chef. It’ll frustrate him and you. I would say smoking but he looks hot doing it soooo 👀

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

We know Carmy obviously works out as I mean… those ARMS. I don’t think he’s a vain guy. I would say he’s self aware he’s a little shorter than average so would go out of his way to make sure he’s jacked to make up for it… I think he’d be concerned more about being neat and tidy for hygiene purposes.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think he’s been so used to being without a partner that when he gets you… it just feels like you were the missing part of him. If you were to all of a sudden leave, he’d feel like he’d lost a big part of him and he’d really struggle without your support

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He draws you. Constantly. Like you could be sitting reading or playing a game or just… doing something and Carmy will want to draw you. I LOVEEEE the idea of Carmy drawing

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anyone too clingy or who doesn’t understand when he needs to focus in the restaurant would get on his nerves. He’d want someone who doesn’t need to stick to him like glue. I can imagine he’d probably want someone a bit more relaxed than him too as otherwise the tension might get too much

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Carmy is used to crashing out on his couch a lot of the time so he only has one pillow on his bed. It’s clean but it is still just one pillow. You, of course, go straight out to the nearest place to get a whole set which he then doesn’t know how he ever lived without.

[wordy-little-witch]

Ghost Roger ships Shuggy and that’s why when Crocodile and Mihawk start to court the clown all hell breaks loose.

Okay it may be a bit more complicated than that, Roger is protective of his kids in a way, he feels a bit remorseful for not making feel Buggy important in live and he’s HELLA worried about how his sons parted ways. Of course even if there’s more to it than just “There were some misunderstandings” and he maybe won’t be able to make things completely right after dead, he still wishes those two would just TALK to each other. He probably told Buggy a lot of stuff after he first was able to contact him, but that doesn’t mean the grudge against Shanks (and Roger for that matter) is immediately gone.

So Roger really hopes those two make up and maybe kiss a little, he’s seen those obvious crushes those two had on each other for ages…. So when the two men who threatened his Bug suddenly start to get all flirty with him… well you can’t blame him for not being completely rational about it.

He can’t really do much besides be a nuisance, hiding things from them, throwing things off the table, one time he secretly put ketchup in Crocodiles coffee and he counts that as a massive victory, but he’s not full on Poltergeist level, he doesn’t have much power anymore. The only time he regains a significant amount of Strenght is when Buggy confronted him about this behavior, it truly was a scene to behold, Buggy, screaming into an empty room that Roger can’t decide who or who not he gets to trust and choose for himself, and Roger, not being able to communicate his own frustrations to Buggy and tell him he’s just worried but that Buggy also needs to stop being so damn stubborn, throwing things across the room and howling and causing a storm just with his intense emotions alone.

It’s only late at night when they both have calmed down that Roger makes his way back to Buggies room, now properly calmed and thinking somewhat rationally again. He doesn’t have much more energy than to scribble a “Sorry” with Buggys lipstick onto the mirror, but he knows his boy will get what he means.

Roger might get pleasantly surprised on several accounts tough, not only do Buggys new suitors actually care for him, despite their initial treatment of him, but Buggy may or may not also reconcile with Shanks after some gentler pushes and encouragement from his side…. And it may or may not turn out that Buggy has a lot of space for several people in his heart, who’d have thought? Atta boy! His little casanova….

Oh my goshhhh yeah this exactly (sorry it took so long to respond, was a lil busy)

Roger really would be like. The strangest mix if "you got this!!" And "not on my watch". He's got redneck girl dad vibes, like "don't mind me sitting on the porch making aggressive eye contact while I clean my gun and/or sword, kid, but yeah I know how to use them and use them well anyway be good to my kid or else haha no I'm serious-"

Ironically I feel like Roger would be pushing less for a Slowburn Romance for Shuggy and more a you can fix it and salvage smth and maybe it's different but you two are two sides of one coin guys come onnnn- type of deal. Like. The kisses would be nice (he'd win the bet and Rayleigh would owe him 500 berri) but also it just... it hurts to see his kids so hurt. It doesn't matter how the end result is configured so long as some of the pain is abated.

So when Buggy, his baby blue, his bright and bold and flashy little nugget, begins getting courted by the same men who unflinchingly harmed him?

When Roger has SEEN the things Buggy went through up to this point?

When Roger knows how easy it is for Buggy to fall into the arms of someone who means him harm, when he knows how Buggy clings to and almost searches for it?

Oh he's livid. He's frothing. He's not going to let that slide, not even remotely.

And so begins his Hijinks.

And so ignites Buggy's temper.

It goes on maybe a month, if that. Roger is petty and angry, but he's pacing it and being careful to make it impossible to trace to his kid. The few opportunities that leaves for him is very good motivation to go bigger each time. Croc's favored pen? Gone. Mihawk's wine glass? Different cabinet. Croc's ash tray? Flipped onto a document. Hawkeye's wine bottles? All corks are in some way damaged. He starts small and works his way up.

The ketchup in the coffee was his magnum opus - and that was Buggy's last straw.

He passes Alvida and informs her that it's a Code Pink. She nods and spreads the word. Nobody gets in his way as he beeline to his workshop and the adjacent sheds connected there.

It's arguably a hurricane by way of fury. Things are thrown and voices blow into uneven crescendos. Buggy begins to angry cry and Roger pulls at his own hair to fight the urge to wipe the tears away or crush the emotions out of his kid with his own arms. It's a hot mess, and it only gets worse when Roger hears Buggy say the one thing he didn't ever want to hear but suspected nonetheless.

"What's it matter if they hurt me? I deserve it-!"

He'll admit - he doesn't rightly recall what exactly it is that he does after that. The words echoed in his head, louder and louder until it was a battering ram in his skull. He doesn't remember much of that split second between hearing it and acting, but he found himself crushing his boy into his chest, one hand in blue curls, the other across a trembling back.

"Never," he swears, "you never deserve to be hurt, Blue. I'm so sorry you feel like that's true, but baby Bug, Red has told you-"

And that's the final straw for Buggy.

"Red?! Red's all you ever fucking think about!" And he shoves Roger away, mouth running faster than he can stop it, tears falling with the mess of his emotions as he rants and raves and leaves a captain, a father, hollow in shock.

Buggy pauses for a breath, and Roger reaches out, just to pull back at the swat to his hand.

"No," Buggy hiccups, "I just... I'm done. I'm fucking done. Go find someone else to bother. I'm through."

He leaves.

And Roger rages.

Hours later, finally calm and able to rationally think, he drifts to Buggy's room. He's shaking with exhaustion, but he grabs a lipstick - the cheap writing one, never Buggy's good lip color - and scrawls an apology onto the mirror. He floats over to Buggy's bedside, watches his kid sleep, tear tracks on his face and dried in his lashes. He aches.

He sits vigil there all the night, energy depleting until he's a bare whisp of a presence. He'll protect his kid how he can, but he won't step in the way.

It's only when Rouge offers to trade out that he deigns to rest.

Things go back to mostly normal afterwards.

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When it turns out that Crocodile and Mihawk truly do care for and want to make Buggy happy, Roger is pleasantly surprised and very suspicious. He keeps it mostly to himself (and to Rouge, Ace and Eddie), but he is watching. He gets to witness the growth first hand - except some things second hand, because he may be a pirate, but he's also a father and some things are meant for a parent's eyes to never ever EVER see - but he does see it. He acknowledges it. And he gives his approval subtly.

So when things begin blooming outward, he's aware, somewhat, but mostly acting as but an observer. Though when those tendrils of Blue reaches out to Red.... well. He's Looking Heavily.

And then he's cheering aggressively because YES!! FINALLY!!!! RAYLEIGH OWES HIM SO MANY BERRI!!!!

And when blue and brown eyes cut towards him, Roger pauses, shrinks a little. By the Seas he forgot how weird his kids and their Haki was. He waves awkwardly.

".... Captain," Shanks says after a moment.

"Red...?"

"I am very happy to see you, believe me. But I also am very happy to have Buggy in my arm, so maybe go bother Lucky Roux or Yassop while I do unspeakable things to my Blue."

"Shanks," Buggy squawks angrily with a face as red as his nose, squirming in place.

Roger just laughs, gives a salute. "Aye, captains!"

He slips off through the walls to the symphony of his eldest laughing while baby blue complains loudly. There was a sudden thump, silence, then rustling. Roger, eyes wide, floated faster.

He'd always said Buggy would steal riches and hearts alike.

By Davy Jones, Ray owed him so much money.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

13 - Jake's Sacrifice

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: lots of feelings, Rooster and Hangman sort their shit out, canon typical fighter pilot violence

A/N: I apologize for the heartbreak that is about to happen. I had a little cry writing this one. Also, this story is now caught up to everywhere else it's posted so updates will be about a week apart now, depending on how much I write, but I've got a lot coming up.

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891

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Jake didn't want to get out of bed in the morning. He was wrapped tightly, and protectively around Sam and warm almost to the point of sweating under the sheets. He'd been laying there for what felt like hours, his fingers ghosting over her shoulder and the back of her neck, combing through her hair. Fuck, he was going to miss those beautiful brown waves and the way her bangs fell across her forehead, and how soft her skin was against his fingers when he brushed them out of her eyes. Sure, he’d only be gone a short while, but in that amount of time, he knew he’d only be thinking of her. 

When she rose from her deep and comfortable sleep, he smiled. When she gazed up at him through barely awake eyes, he reached over and ran his fingers gently through her hair, down her cheek and along her jawline, as if he was memorizing every little part of her. He knew this mission could be fatal and he would only have pictures of her in his mind to guide him through it. 

They headed to Sam’s house and then dressed in silence, Jake in his dress whites and Sam in a pretty blue dress that stopped just above her knees, and had quarter sleeves. Jake followed her to the bathroom as she went to fix her hair, leaving it down and wavy, bangs falling over her eyes. Jake wrapped a hand around her from the back and placed his cap on.

“Don’t you look handsome.” Sam murmured, a twinge of sadness in her tone as she locked eyes with him in the mirror. He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her neck before his eyes met hers once more. “ And you’re more beautiful than an afterburner at night .” Then, his voice filled with sorrow for what was to come. His lips turned down as he whispered, “I’m sorry.” to her before pulling away.

He kept telling himself it would be a short mission and everyone would come home safely but in the pit of his stomach, there was an uneasy feeling. Maybe it was just nerves, but he’d never had that happen before. He’d never loved anyone the way he loved Sam before either. It had to be a combination of everything. The worst part was how guilty he felt for leaving her now, when she’d just lost her father. That probably upset Jake the most. He’d come into her life and given her some light in the dark of it all and now he was stepping away.

He took her hand, leading her down and into the truck so that he could meet the rest of his detachment at the port to board the carrier. He was the last one to arrive, not late by any means, but all eyes examined him as he walked up with Sam. Javy’s new girlfriend, Maisy, was there as well, and Penny, as well as Cyclone and Warlock’s wives. 

Nat and Bob stepped over to Sam and hugged her. “Be careful.” She said to them both and they nodded. Nat hugged her once more and she glanced at Jake. “We’ll keep an eye on him and make sure he gets home safe.”

“I know you will...and I know he’ll do the same for you guys.” Sam said and they strode away with one final wave. Rooster then headed over to her and he smiled at her before carefully embracing her. Sam stared at him hard after they parted, as he kept his hands on her arms. 

“Bring him back to me, Roos. I need him.” She said, stern and needy all in the same token. Bradley nodded and he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

“I promise. I know him and I have had our differences but I see how happy he makes you, Sammy. I understand him a little better now...so I promise that he’ll come home safe...that I’ll bring him back to you.” Bradley vowed and that made Sam tear up and pull him into a hug again. He smiled and glanced down as he began to walk away but Sam called for him once more.

“Roos...you come home safe too. I mean it.” Sam said and he chuckled and waved goodbye. It was then that Jake walked back to her, hands in his pockets. Sage green met chocolate brown in the morning sun and Jake couldn’t help but draw her in for a kiss, one that was full of passion and need. One that she would think about until he came home. One that burnt a memory into her brain that she knew she’d never forget. 

“Tell me that you'll be safe and sound. Please, Jake. Lie to me if you have to, right here, right now, so I have some peace of mind.” Sam said her voice barely above a whisper between them and he held her head in his hands, kissing her once more.

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, honey bun. I will. Here...want you to have Tyler's number just in case.” He said softly and sent her his brother's contact information. “If you’re feeling shitty or you need anything just call him and tell him what's going on and he'll get here if he can. He's super reliable. I know I won't have much service on the boat, but I'll try to text you when I can.” He explained, then he pressed his lips hard to her forehead. She closed her eyes tight, trying to keep herself from crying in front of everyone. His fingers met the back of her neck and he squeezed there, while her hands bunched on his sleeves, her nails digging into his forearms. He could feel the tension coursing through her. “ I love you, Samantha Kazansky .” He said, his lips at her temple.

“ I love you, Jake Seresin .” She murmured, gazing up at him. Jake then felt a hand on his shoulder and he glanced back. 

“Time to go, Jake.” Javy said, making Jake shake his head and back away from Sam. Javy hugged her and whispered something to her that Jake couldn't hear. Javy followed him, placing his hand on Jake's shoulder. Jake glanced back at Sam, tears stinging his eyes and he was sure she was the same. 

Penny had taken Sam into her arms and reassured her. “He knows what he's doing. And Mav is with them. They'll be okay.” She said and Sam smiled weakly against Penny's shoulder. Maisy introduced herself to Sam, and then Penny invited them to come back to the Hard Deck if they wanted. They both agreed it would be good and then they could get to know each other. 

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Once on the carrier, all the pilots changed into their flight suits. Jake sat in his bunk, flipping through his saved pictures on his phone of Sam. He already missed her. He had limited cell service. He sent her a text, knowing it probably wouldn't send for some time, but he did it anyway.

Jake: miss you already, i love you Sam 

He sighed heavily, placing his phone on the mattress beside him. He heard boots down the hall coming toward his bunk. Someone poked their head in, Jake, sensing the presence but keeping his head in his hands. The boots crossed the small space and he heard the metal cot creak with weight settled next to him. He felt a hand at his back, the hand rubbing back and forth a few times before settling. 

“I made Sam a promise. I'm your wingman, Jake, so all the shit from the past, it's void. We start from scratch right now, okay?” Bradley murmured. Jake sniffled and cleared his throat.

“Mature of you, Rooster.” Jake mused and Bradley glared at him. Jake smirked and then dropped his gaze to the floor. “I would really like to start over...”

“Hey...I'm Bradley Bradshaw, Callsign Rooster.” Bradley held out his hand to shake. Jake took it firmly and chuckled.

“Jake Seresin. Callsign Hangman.” He said and Bradley squeezed Jake's shoulder. Jake knew he was trying to be comforting and it was actually helping. 

“We’ll be alright. We just need to work as a team. Also...I am happy for you and Sam. I'm sorry about what I said before. I've known Sam since we were teenagers because of her dad...I uh...did she ever tell you anything about her and I?” Bradley's words were a million miles a minute, filled with emotion that Jake expected. Bradley had always been emotional, and that was part of the reason they didn't get along. Jake had always been cold and calculating. Not with Sam though.

“Other than you guys knowing each other for a long time. There something I should know?” Jake asked, knowing what he was going to say, but wanting Bradley to say it anyway. Bradley took his hand away and folded his hands in his lap.

“I slept with her...once, two years ago...obviously there's no feelings on her part...but I wanted to be completely transparent with you. I know she'll never pick me over you. I wouldn't even dare try. I do still like her a little more than a friend though...” Bradley leaned back and away from Jake, anticipating possibly getting punched in the face. When Jake just laid back and sighed, Bradley was surprised. Jake's brows furrowed.

“All I'll say is if you're gonna still have feelings for her, you better be ready to protect her if I need back up. You'd better be respectful. And if I die, you'd better take care of her for me or else I'll haunt your ass until you die. And then I'll make your afterlife hell.” Jake said flatly and Bradley laughed a little.

“Okay that was not the response I was expecting.” Bradley shrugged and Jake sat up and looked Bradley square in the face. 

“What good does it do me, or you, or Sam for me to be pissed about it? Doesn't help us any at the moment. And it doesn't affect Sam right now. This was damn near the worst timing for this mission.” Jake explained and Bradley nodded in agreement. Bradley hadn't ever felt the way Jake was feeling about Sam, about any girl, but if it was affecting him this much, if Jake loved her this much, Bradley could see how him being with Sam a long time ago wouldn't bother him now.

“It'll be quick like Mav said. I have to talk to Mav when we get back too.” Bradley said and Jake raised a brow. Bradley sighed. “He pulled my papers and set me back four years. We have some things to work out but after seeing Sam lose her dad and Mav trying to be a second one to me...I wanna fix the relationship with him.”

“I think that’s important for you, Bradshaw. I’m sorry about your mom and dad by the way...I didn’t know.” Jake said and Bradley smiled warmly at him. He gave him another pat on the back and then stood and leaned against the bunk for a moment.

“Sam’s hard to love, Jake. She’s independent, stubborn, and willful. She’s like a wild horse that won’t be tamed. You’re never gonna tame her, but if you treat her right, she’ll stay. If you don’t she’ll move right the fuck on...I know you know that.” Bradley said, Jake nodding in agreement.

“She was so damn easy to fall in love with...I mean the moment I saw her...I knew...and I know she’ll be hard to keep. I know she’s gonna make me work for it. I’m gonna enjoy every single second of that, Bradshaw. I’ve been waiting for a girl like her, someone to match my attitude and call me on my bullshit. She’ll single handedly keep me humble.” Jake said as he glanced down with a grin. 

“Didn’t know it was possible to humble Hangman.” Bradley joked, both of them letting light laughter settle between them.

“For her, it is. It’s the easiest thing in the world for her. And that’s just one thing I love about her.” Jake stated.

“There’s a lot to love about her, Jake. I’m happy for you. I truly am.” Bradley said quietly, tapping on the top bunk before he left Jake to his own thoughts.

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The carrier sped to their destination with good seas and clear skies the majority of the way. Jake had gotten a single text back from Sam.

Sam: i love and miss you Jake, please be careful 

The text had brought tears to his eyes. He had thought back on the past few weeks and realized how silly everything might look from the outside. He’d not only just met Sam but he proposed to her too. Jake felt crazy for that. He decided then there was another text he had to send.

Jake: hey Tyler, just wanna let you know i’m deployed on a mission and I proposed to Sam, gave her your number in case anything happens or she needs anything, hope that’s okay, love you, miss you, cant wait to see you, planning to bring Sam down to see you when I get home

Once he sent that, they had several more hours before they were going to begin pre-flight checks and he was trying to get all the rest he needed. His phone chimed then.

Tyler: hey, good luck don’t break anything or die, can’t wait for you to get home, be safe, love you, miss you

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Jake stood in front of Bradley for a moment before heading to his jet. His jaw worked and he glanced down before saluting Bradley.

“Let’s give ‘em hell.” Jake said, pulling Bradley in for a hard and fast hug. 

Once Jake was settled in his jet, Maverick had come up the ladder to check on them all one last time. He saluted Jake. “Come home safe, Lieutenant.” He said and Jake saluted him back, pulling his helmet on and adjusting his mask. Engines were on and he was ready to get moving. He bristled for a moment, hyping himself up like he always did and then he glanced over at the flight crew. He was being waved onto the catapult. 

“Dagger One, up and ready on catapult one.” Jake confirmed as they locked the nose gear into place.

“Dagger Two, up and ready..” Bradley said, glancing over at Jake’s jet in anticipation.

“Dagger Three, up and ready..” Nat affirmed, glancing back at Bob, who nodded his head.

“Dagger Four, up and ready.” Payback said and Fanboy gave a thumbs up.

“Support assets airborne. Strike package ready. Standing by for launch decision.” The launch coordinator said over the comms, then looked to Cyclone for the ready. The vice admiral swallowed hard and stared at the radar, checking and double checking one last time. He folded his arms across his chest.

“Send them.” He said, and the catapult slung Jake’s jet down the length of the carrier, and asonic boom sounded as he pushed the throttle up. He steered the plane off the deck and into the sky above the Pacific Ocean.

“Dagger One, away. Dagger Two, away. Dagger Three, away, Dagger Four, away.” The launch coordinator said as they heard each boom from each jet as they lifted off the carrier. They were off, heading to the most difficult mission they’ve ever encountered. All Jake could think about was getting it done and coming home safely.

“Comanche, Dagger One, standby check in.” Jake said over the comms. Bradley took a shaky breath that he hoped no one could hear.

“Comanche, One one set. Picture clean. Recommend Dagger continue.” The radar operator said. Jake adjusted himself and steered his jet down.

“Copy, Daggers descending below radar.” One by one they pulled down through the clouds and fog, getting to their mission altitude, only about one hundred feet above the sea. Jake took a deep breath and spoke again. “Feet dry in sixty seconds. Comanche, Dagger One, picture?”

“Comanche, picture clean. Decision is yours.” The radar tech said, and Jake’s breath out had a weight to it that the other pilots felt in their own jets. 

“Copy. Dagger attack.” Jake commanded and they assumed their attack formation. The Tomahawk missiles had been launched and were heading toward their target, the air base that they needed to take out.

“Tomahawks airborne. No turning back now.” Warlock said, turning to Cyclone. Maverick was up on deck, as the Dagger Spare in the event that they needed him. Mav was practically biting his nails. This would all be over and done within a very short time, but until then, the not knowing exactly what was happening made it difficult to sit by and wait.

“Daggers set. Proceeding to target. Two minutes and thirty seconds in three, two, one. Mark.” Jake said, pressing his timer.

“Two mark.” Nat said, having slid in behind Jake’s jet.

“Three mark.” Bradley said.

“Four mark.” Payback said. They’d reached dry land and maneuvered easily through the first bit of terrain between the mountains.

“First SAM sight overhead.” Nat said. Bradley’s breath quickened, glancing up.

“Dagger, Comanche. We’re picking up two bandits. Single group. Two contacts.” The radar operator said, and Jake surveyed above him quickly, his fingers tightening slightly on the stick, thinking of speeding up. He knew he coukd

“Comanche, what's their heading?” Nat asked. They all had a slight wave of panic and nausea roil over them. 

“Bull’s eye, zero nine zero, fifty, tacked southwest.”

“They’re headed away from us. They don’t know we’re here.” Bradley affirmed and they all let out a breath of relief.

“No, but the second those Tomahawks hit the airbase, those bandits are gonna move to defend the target...we’ve gotta get there before they do. Increase speed.” Jake said, pushing his jet faster.

“We’ve got you, Hangman. We’re right behind you.” Nat said. Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy were right behind them, aa they navigated the terrain with amazing precision. They were ahead of their time to the target.

“Tomahawk Impact in three, two, one.” The comms officer said, as the missiles hit the airbase, decimating it.

“Bandits are switching course to defend the target.” The radar operator said. “Bandits are two minutes from target, Daggers are one minute.”

“We gotta move our asses guys, Rooster where are you?” Jake asked, checking over his shoulder and surveying above once again. 

“We’re right behind you, keep going Hangman.” Bradley said and Jake focused on his breathing for a moment again.

“Bob check your laser.” Jake said, waiting for his lock.

‘Air-to-ground check complete. Laser code verified. One, six, eight, eight. Laser is a go!” Bob said and Jake rolled his shoulders.

“Phoenix, stand-by gor pop-up strike in three, two, one. Popping now.” Jake commanded, pulling back on the stick, and with Phoenix and Bob hot on his tail they popped up the side of the mountain, inverted across the top and headed down into the valley. Bob locked his laser on target and Jake sent the bombs, directly hitting the bunker, opening it up for Rooster’s hit. As Jake pulled the stick back and they headed up the other side of the mountain, he felt the weight of everything pressing on his chest, not just the G-force, but the weight of all of his decisions that led him to the moment.

Payback and Fanboy's laser malfunctioned and Rooster decided to drop his bomb anyway, making a direct hit. There was cheering form everyone on the boat, especially Maverick in the spare jet. As they climbed in enemy airspace, the SAMs began firing on their jets. All they could hear on the boat was voices, trying not to panic, but at the edge of it, as they did their damndest to not get killed.

“Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!”

“Break right, Payback!”

“Breaking right!”

“Oh, my god, here they come!”

“SAM on your six, Rooster!

“Deploying countermeasures.”

“Negative contact.”

“Dagger one defending.”

“Talk to me, Bob. Break right, Phoenix! Break right! Hangman!”

“Nine o’clock! Nine o’clock!”

“Rooster, two more on your six.”

“Dagger two, defending.”

“Payback, SAM on your nose.” 

“Dagger four defending!”

“Rooster, tally, seven o’clock! Talk to me, Bob!”

“On our six! Dagger two defending!”

“Phoenix, break right!”

“Dagger two defending.”

“Shit, I’m out of flares!”

“Rooster, evade, evade!”

“I can’t shake ’em! They’re on me! They’re on me!” Rooster said, and a feeling of dread washing over him as the SAMs followed his jet, getting closer and closer as they all tried to leave the area. Jake steered as close as he could over the top of Rooster’s jet, then stalled and hit the brakes, sacrificing himself to save Rooster. 

Jake's jet is hit by the missiles, the back end exploding into a fiery cannon ball. Jake winces and closes his eyes as he pulls to eject. He felt nothing but pain, in every fiber of his being, before he blacked out.

“Dagger One is hit! I repeat, Dagger one is hit!” Phoenix said as the rest of Dagger Squad begin to head out of the bowl away from the remaining SAMs.

“Dagger One Status!” Rooster yells. Everyone on the boat goes silent. It seems as though everything stops. Cyclone slams his hand on the table in front of him. Maverick slams a fist on the side of his jet. 

“All Daggers flow to ECP. Bandits thirty west, locked on you, flow to evade.” The comms officer stated and then they hear Cyclone over the comms.

“There's nothing you can do in a goddamn F-18. Get home now. We'll launch search and rescue as soon as those bandits are out of the sky. I will not lose anyone else today!”