#also roach : *falls in love with soap himself* oh no

[natelia-aldelliz]

"So what's his damage," Soap whispers to him as he's floating above Ghost's sleeping form, in the plane on their way to Mexico.

Roach snorts. "Would be faster to tell you what's not broken, honestly. Though I guess his fiancé dying on him was probably the final straw, what convinced him to just... Close off, I guess."

Soap's face contorts in earnest empathy. "Ah shit, sorry," he says. "Did ye know them well?"

Roach just stares at him. From the little he's seen of him in the field, he's extremely competent, smart and resourceful. He's also apparently quite dumb. He's lucky that's exactly the kind of person Roach likes.

He sees the exact moment the realisation hits him, his pretty blue eyes going wide. "Oh, you're the- okay, damn, sorry man."

Roach chuckles. "You should have said 'that's rough, buddy'. It's been five years, I've accepted my fate. I'd just... Like for him to do the same."

Soap hums. "It's a complicated issue," he whispers. "But I have to say, most ghosts that haunt their partners like it better when they haven't moved on."

"Why would I want that," Roach frowns. "I want him to be happy. I want him to have friends. I want him to live his life."

Soap smiles.

"I'll have ye know I'm trying really hard to be his friend," he says.

"Don't take it personally when he treats you like an arsehole, it's on purpose, to make you flee and allow him to keep wallowing in his misery."

Soap nods. "Thanks for the tip."

"... You really mean it? You really wanna be his friend?"

Roach finds out right now and then that Soap's smile holds the power of the fucking sun.

"Yeah! He seems really cool and I love making friends."

That's a golden retriever in human form, Roach is sure of it now. A really pretty human form as well. Anyway-

"He's also really hot under his mask." Why did he say that?? Roach tries really hard not to facepalm. The man just met them, it doesn't matter if he knows he's Simon's type (and his), he just wants to be friends, what is he doing... He doesn't even know if he likes men! He can only blame that on the five years he spent without social interaction.

Not that he was that good at social interaction when he was alive, but that's not the point.

Soap sputters for a few seconds, cheeks pinker. That's... Interesting. Damn, he really has a one track mind sometimes...

"Hum, guid tae knaw," Soap says finally, his accent thicker. Is he that flustered? Does that mean Simon has his chances?

If someone had told him years ago that he would be flirting with a co-worker, as a ghost, on behalf of his unaware still living fiancé, he'd have laughed probably.

[lxvvie]

Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.

[wow-thisismylifeiguess]

hanahaki soapghost

soap spitting out flowers for the first time when they leave las almas. wheels up in ten, but he’s running last minute to the bathroom ‘cause there’s something stuck in the back of his throat and it /hurts/. coughs enough times to finally take a proper breath and…./shit/.

he knows who it’s for, there isn’t a single doubt in his mind. /what inconvenient timing/, he thinks to himself, leaning over the bathroom sink before someone knocks on the door. soap forces more of the petals, not quite yet full flowers, out of his throat and scrambles to clean it up before opening the door. ghost raises an eyebrow at him.

“You okay, Johnny?”

“‘s all good, just needed to piss.”

he…/they/ don’t have time for this, not with hassan still out there with another missile and shepard trying to get away with attempting to kill them. he can tell ghost after all of this is over.

—

soap can’t tell him. he can’t.

he knows gary sanderson, /roach/. he’d worked with him when he’d first made sergeant, and he’s a pretty stand up guy. soap remembers liking him a lot. he remembers being sad when he heard the man disappeared, reported mia but most likely dead.

now, the man stands in front of him being held in a tight hug by ghost like if he lets go, roach will disappear all over again. /fuck/. soap can’t tell ghost. it’s so clear what kind of relationship the two of them have, and the last thing soap is going to do is ruin that. maybe….maybe his feelings will go away, and with them, the flowers that are beginning to find their way into his lungs rather than just the small handfuls of petals this started out with.

it’s wishful thinking, really. soap knows just how in love with ghost he is, he’s had time to analyze and dissect those feelings. it’ll be like ripping off a limb to get rid of those feelings, so he has little choices on how to proceed next, especially since he’s already decided telling ghost is simply….not an option at all.

dying is also not an option. soap is a dramatic man, but he’s not going to let himself /die/ for love, especially if it’s preventable. which leaves him with a final choice. oh, he hates it. just thinking about it makes him feel sick, or sicker than he already is. his chest hurts and he rubs at it uncomfortably before a voice interrupts his thoughts.

“Soap! It’s so good to see you again, man!”

roach looks good. healthy. whatever happened to him during the years of his disappearance, he’s managed to shake off at least the physical effects. the other sergeant smiles broadly at him and ghost hovers over his shoulder like…well, a /ghost/. he radiates a protective aura and soap wonders if ghost sees him as a threat to roach. soap forces a smile though only someone who knows him well would be able to tell it’s fake. ghost is too preoccupied with roach to notice, and roach himself doesn’t know soap well at all.

“It’s good to see you again too, Roach. Happy to have a guy like you on board.”

someone knocks their shoulder against soap’s and when he turns to look, gaz shoots him a worried look. soap’s eyes go wide and he clears his throat, but it makes him cough. oh, he can’t do this in front of them. he tries to swallow but it makes him cough again and he gets a worried look from all three men now.

“Johnny-?”

“I’m okay,” soap rasps and covers his mouth to keep the petals from falling wet and limp from his lips. “Just need water.” his voice is rough and raspy, but he turns away before anyone can ask him what’s going on.

the last thing soap expects is to be followed. he ends up in his room and before he can shut the door, someone shoves their boot in to stop it.

“Gaz?” soap rasps.

“You need to tell him.”

/oh/. he knows. he found out. soap moves his hand, tightens his fist around the full flower in his hand and wipes at his mouth to get rid of any lingering petals.

“I can’t, Gaz.”

1/?

tbc

[fixfoxnox]

Use this ask to ramble about anything, better if it's about Roach 🪳💖

(btw I think I found you in twitter by accident, I'm not sure, too anxious to follow anyway)

AHHHHH YESSS ROACH RAMBLE ASK MUAH MUAH (KISSES)

I haven't gotten to yell about my boy by himself in so long omggggg

Oh also before I forget, you probably did find my Twitter! I haven't really made any posts about it cause, tbh, I still have no idea what I want to post there, but I do indeed have a Twitter! It is here for anyone who wants to follow me. Right now I've just really been dropping random cod thoughts and reposting a lot of artists content, but who knows maybe I'll start doing some Twitter exclusive stuff or thread fics or something (has no idea how thread fics work). Anyways on to the boy:

I'm using this as an opportunity to just talk about whatever comes to mind and the first thing I wanna start with are like some alternate ideas I had for Roach's family before I landed on the Sanderson dynamic that I have now:

Roach from a military family

Imagine how fun it would be if Roach was raised in a military family, especially if they still had that overprotective aspect to them. Like baby boy who was raised around the military so he's been intimately familiar with it

Maybe he had some different talent and his family wanted him to go down a different path and not go military like them

He says fuck that and joins the military and fucks around and ends up joining taskforce 141

Extra funny points if his family don't realize that he's on a specialized taskforce cause he was so nervous about telling them and they find out in dramatic fashion

Maybe he drops in to save them on a mission or something like 🤭 the drama of it all I love it

Also side note but I was thinking so hard about the Sanderson boys (Johnathan and Eddie) and I can't draw so I have to snatch some Face Claims for them so this is what I think Roach's older brothers look like:

Johnathan is played by Lee Pace don't test me this man is tall and probably acts as his own security at his bar and also is a goofball and idk Lee Pace is perfect (this should not detract from me also thinking that Lee Pace is a perfect fc for König)

Eddie to me has to look something like Luke Norris idk I feel like he needs a softer and more like nervous/panicky energy than Johnathan and this man fits don't test me don't test me

Also for anyone who is wondering: No, I still don't have a face claim for my Roach. In my mind he changes so much I see so many different artists versions of Roach in my brain at all times so choosing an actor for him is so hard. I have...thoughts, but idk that anyone would enjoy the thoughts that I have so we'll pretend I don't have them.

More on Roach cause he's my lil guy, my lil dude, my lil buddy

Listen y'all know Southern Roach is my bias but also also also have been falling in love more and more with the idea of Russian Roach. He would be so funnn like he works with Nik beforehand maybe he was undercover with the ultranationalists. I also enjoy the idea of him cursing Shepherd and/or Makarov out in Russian I think it would be fun.

However Southern Roach rains supreme I was thinking so hard about a ghostroachsoap au recently based loosely on the song "Farmer's Daughter" by Rodney Atkins. (Y'all let me know if you want the full au its really just farm au cuteness)

Thinking so hard of Roach just being beloved in his small town as this Golden Child precious little dude then he goes off to the military and finally let's that feral side come out a little. Imagine how funny it would be for Ghost and Soap to go home with Roach and see their boyfriend pu on this innocent act and listen to people describe him as this perfect little guy when they know for a fact that Roach is like borderline feral two steps away from being considered a wild animal.

"He's such a good boy, would never hurt a fly."

Ghost and Soap who watched Roach tear a man's throat out with his teeth last week:

Also taking the opportunity to say that we as a community need to start acknowledging hoe canonically skilled Roach is with weapons! Like this is a boy who had both Price and Soap cursing because they couldn't get any kills because he was killing them to fast. This is a boy who beat Ghost (his luitenant) on a rifle test by a wide margin and on the test that ghost beat him he only fell behind four points.

Roach canonical has several extremely brutal takedown moves that he can do, including the pickaxes and the little fucking kick thing he does to the one guy before stabbing him. Also he's like straight up flipping his guns and doing tricks with them and shit in his weapons inspections, Soap talks about how good he is with C4 and shit.

Like I think people see the like spots where he got into trouble and nearly died in the campaign and take that to mean that he's like not as good as Ghost and Soap and needed their help a lot but like honest to God all of the trouble he gets in to is less because he fucked up and more because the world seems to have it out for him.

The roof breaking out from under him, the ice cracking on him, explosions happen to rock his ass just as soon as he hits an open field. Like someone was trying to kill this little fuck and two outta the three times they failed.

And like its not like Roach doesn't help himself during these situations. Like when he fell yeah he had Soap guiding him but he was the one having the run and slide and do all that shit like no amount of Soap's guiding could have made that easy for him.

Also this boy almost falls off a cliff but is able to get himself back on track enough that he not only finishes climbing the cliff but then does a whole ass stealth mission basically invading a Russian military base on his own???

Roach is a very talented and skilled bug and we should all be patting him on the head for how cool he is.

Also I think its absolutely funny cause In my mind he's smaller than Soap and Ghost both like height and build wise (not small, just smaller than those two behemoths) and so when the trio of them are together people like tend to underestimate him meanwhile Ghost and Soap are like "Uh, no, no you uh hey dude no" because they know that Roach will gladly fuck people up.

I also love the idea of Roach appearing out of nowhere like a fucking cryptid. There is no talking behind Roach's back or keeping secrets he is everywhere at once and will appear out of thin air. Ghost and Soap have to like fully leave base if they want to plan a surprise for him and even then both of them have no trust that Roach won't somehow pop into existence next to them waahahhahaha

Alright thats all for my rambling for now

[callsign-songbird]

OK ok ok, my mind is churning with an AU

So, we know Charlie's wonderful slasher Simon AU, right? Well, I just finished the second scream movie and BOY do I have thoughts for my own vaiernt of the Slasher Simon AU.

College.

Sports.

Murder.

Of course, not for any convoluted reason like Micky or Ms. Lumen, no. Just because Simon had a rough upbringing, and it's one of the only ways he knows how to releive stress. Besides, he's always found knives and firearms fascinating, especially his KBAR and his Snake Eye. The first time was an accident, the second time felt good, and after that? After that was just... Ghost.

They can go to an rotc specializing college (idk if those exist, but it's 4 am, I'll finesse the details later) ANYWAY they can be split up by Dorms!! Like, dorm TF141, and K0RT4C.

Laswell could be the headmistress, or Vice President

Price would totally be the golden boy dorm leader. He has to make sure that the boys under his jurisdiction stay safe and abide by dorm rules. He totally acts like the father of the group and always gets mistaken for a teacher (although, he does tutor students who fall behind, even if they aren't in his dorm)

Gaz could be the clumsy right-hand man who always has the scoop around campus (Golden retriever boy) always wears a baseball cap or letterman jacket, sometimes both.) He's the little brother of the group, definitely. Not to the point where he is baby, but definitely to the point where the others help him out a bit more and tend to give him advice (whether it's warranted or not) and he totally looks up to Price.

Soap is a study abroad student from Scotland who takes his studies almost as serious as his Rugby. A total Jock, but not the sleazy kind, the kind that takes a drunk girl home and writes her a note explaining what happened while leaving a bucket by her bed and some pedialite on the bedside (because not everyone can drink like him) going with the brother theme, Soap is TOTALLY the older brother, you can't tell me I'm wrong. I totally headcannon that he grew up in a stable household with three younger sisters, so he's just used to being the big brother.

Simon would (obviously) be the Ghostface. The scream movies are really good at keeping you guessing who the killers are, so it really wouldn't be obvious at all. He's buff from sports and the time he spends either at the gym or training in martial arts for his expected military career, of course he still likes dark humor and really bad jokes, and has a penchant for skull themed clothes, going as far as to wear a skull-print balaclava in winter. (Soap has declared himself as Simon's best friend. Simon won't admit it, but it's true.) Keeping up with the brothers theme, Simon is DEFINITELY a middle child. Quiet, reserved, brooding, tries to keep to himself so people tend to overlook him. Middle child all the way in this dorm dynamic. (Though, being a murder isn't exactly his LIFE, more of a hobby to let off steam, so it isn't really the focal point of the AU so much as college shenanigans)

And Roach (Because in my AU roach is alive and well) if the dorm is a family, then Roach is the pet, or the Wine uncle who occasionally shows up at 3 in the morning to steal snacks. Roach is the dorm party animal, always up to trouble, always has a drink, everyone loves him, and he always seems to know everything about everyone on campus. But he's also a feral gremlin who says and does weird things (like taking naps in the ceiling on lunch) all the time, so half the time no one takes him seriously. Odd and feral as he may be, he's still part of the dorm, and everyone treats him as such.

I still have to think about the K0RT4K dormmates and their dynamic, as well as the Ghosts squad, but oh my gosh, let me know if you want any more, and please send asks if you're interested! Though, I'll probably be drabbling more about it anyway, lol

[hirik0]

Forced Proximity

Day 8

They wait in Price office, Soap sipping his coffee being bone tiered. Ghost feeling nervous their theory has no profe and it was against a General. "I would", Ghost says getting a confused sound from Soap still to tiered to make any connections. "You question from yesterday before Shepard showed up. I would with some limitations." Soap trys to get the gears in his head turning faster, willing the caffeine to work. What did they talked about, before Shepard approached them. Soap chockes on his coffee the realisation hitting him when he takes another sip and in the same time trys to gasp shocked. "Did you forget how to drink why I was away Soap?", Price ask while walking in his office. Ghost has a smug expression hidden under his balaclava, got you Soap. "No, Sir", Soap coughs out when he there is no coffee in his lungs anymore. "So what's going on with Shepard?", ask an Ghost closes the door. "3 days ago Shepard ask for a room on base for an interrogation. I declined the the request", Soap starts to explain. "Why?", Price asks. "I assumed and Ghost is agreeing that we would get in a lot of shit if the public hears about what happend that day. The yesterday Shepard walked in to my office dropping a 'super important' mission on me. A mission nobody was able to take because everyone is in the field or on medical. When I told Shepard you and Beta team will return late the same say it was to late. He also wanted to send Roach and the FNGs out." Price frowns at this, the information ate concerning. "When I declined the mission Shepard said that he will try to cut our funding and he will put his own man in the 141 so 'things get done right' ", Soap finishes his explanation. Price nods thinking about the information Soap gave him. "He wants to replace one of us", Price concludes. "Me", Soap corrects. "I will handel Shepard and Soap good call in declining this things." Price is fumming angry, how dare Shepard, this is his taskforce.

"There is another problem", Ghost starts dropping the complaints on Price desk. Price reads them and they are not helping to lift his mood. "You're handling this Soap?", Price asks. "Yes, Sir, the Privates will clean the shower with a toothbrush for 2 months. Still undecided on the Sergeant. Told him we three would chosse a fitting punishment", Soap explains. "We thought that the person that filed the complaint should choose a fitting punishment", Ghost says his eyes gleaming mishivious. "It's a anonymous complaint." "Was filled out in my office", Soap informs Price. "No", Price declines, with Shepard looking for reasons to get rid of Soap they need to do everything by the book. "He will lose his privilege for leave and will have a take a curse in sexual harassment. We can't step out if the line with Shepards spiel right now", Price explains his reasoning. "There anything else I should be aware of?", Price asks looking at them.

Soap has the feeling Price knows somehow. That something happened in between them. They stay both silent. "Heared some intressting thinks from the head nurse", Price puts part of his cards on the table. "Oh, about what?", Soap asks predenting to be clueless and falling as his voice just an octave to high. Ghost is tensing at this, of course the head nurse would give a heads up. "New found love in the 141, not seen a thing?", Price asks. Soap has to fake blink to prevent himself to give Ghost a side glance. Ghost has his sunglasses on, but he feels ike Price could look through the tainted glasses so he laser focuses on the wall behind Price. "You two are suspiciously silent over this", Price says after a while. "We..", Soap starts wanting to say seen nothing but the words stucked in his throat. "I kissed MacTavish yesterday", Ghost says not seeing how they could fool Price. The tense silence that follows speak louder then words. Price exhales loudly before lightning up a cigar. He needs several deep inhales of the smoke before is able to talk again. "Did anyone see you?", Price asks. "No." "Did you do more then kissing?", Price asks. "No, Ghost was just released today from medical." "Nothing can happen on base, you two can't get caught. It would be so easy Shepard to get rid of you Soap if he learns about this", Price signs. "You won't tell us to stop?", Soap asks confused. Price laughs at this question shaking his head in disbelieve. "Don't think I saw so oblivious people pinning for each other before you two. I have the paperwork ready filled out somewhere in a drawer, I just accept this as something that will happen and I can't stop over the years. It was painful to watch at times. People asking in hushed wispers if you two can finally fuck already. I confiscated 3 beting pools by now. Much to Roach protest and countless failed attempts to make me join. I'm sure there is a forth pool by now, I just haven't catched them yet", Price tells them amused. Soap blushes out of embarressment at this, while Ghost hopes the floor is opening under him. "I will give you two some leave when our shedule is not that full. Go somewhere nice and far away", Price says making a hand gesture to dismiss them. "How did everyone figure it out before us then?", Soap asks irritated. Ghost punshing against Soaps arm, having the feeling Soap just opend Pandoras box.

"Oh god where to start. You always seek each other out after a mission. Sitting next to each other on exfile, searching for the other when you were not on the same mission. When one is injured the other brings them to medical, if its minor staying till the other is patched up. You bicker like a old married couple, I constantly get text stating 'mum and dad are fighting again'. When the one has a hook up the other sulks for 3 to 5 days, not sure on how the time is measured for that. When Ghost needs a break he is 70% of the time is in your office Soap. When Ghost is angry after an argument he sticks with Roach for 3 days. Whenever Ghost enters a room, Soap somehow sense it and has a small smile on his face for a few seconds. I have more", Price states what he rembers on the spot. Ghost is glad his face is covered, he's red like a tomato. Soap has his face buried in his hands, being just as red as Ghost. "Now get out of here, Shepard will be here soon. He can't see you like this. Can't believe it took me tricking Soap in to looking after Riley for you to figure it out", Price says shaking his head.

They sit in Ghost office, not really hiding but also not the first place people would look for them. Needing some time for themselves after what Price told them. "Can't believe everyone figured it out before us", Ghost groans feeling utterly embarrassed. "Never realised we did this before Price pointed it out", Soap agrees and runs his hand over his face. "I will murder who ever started the mum and dad think", Ghost says rembering a interaction he had with some admin staff 2 years ago. "I will hide the body's with you", Soap promises getting a amused huff from Ghost. "So a vacation 'somewhere nice and far away' huh", Soap repeats what Price said. "Should stay in Britain in case of a emergency and because the legally dead thing", Ghost reminds him, what cuts their vacation spots rather short. "We can drive up to Scotland." Ghost like the suggestion, Soap maybe even knows some secluded spots. "Sounds good." Soap smiles at this happy that Ghost agrees with him. "Find a nice cottage so we can take Riley with us", Soap further sugests. "At the coast?", Ghost asks. "Sure, we will have to share the beach with the seals", Soap jokes liking the idea. "Can't be worse company the Archer and Ozone." Soap laughs at this. "Your mean Simon." "To be mean it must be a lie." "Can't believe Roach started a a betting pool", Soap says in uter disbelieve. "I can, Roach just fools everyone with his loveable character. He's a littel chaos gremlin deep down", Ghost says fondly Soap hearing the smile in his voice.

Its late in the evening and Soap is alone in his room since he took in Riley. Its wired, Riley became a constant he maybe didn't liked at first but grow fond of. Simon walks into his room, followed by a exiting Riley, who instantly jumps on Soaps bed. "She b-lined here after her walk", Ghost says dropping down on Soaps chair. "And you didn't stop her", Soap says more as a observation then a question. "Should I?", Ghost asks, lifting up his balaclava, reveling his black hair. "No, its wired that Riley is not here anymore." They stay silent after this there is nothing to talk about. Riley trys to get as close to Ghost for scratches as she can without leaving the bed. Ghost leans forward to scratch her but it's a uncomfortable position for both. "Just get on the fucking bed Simon", Soap says after watching these two for several minutes. Ghost looks at him a bit unsure before he gets up, sitting down next to Soap. Riley instantly lays on both there legs, looking at them with big eyes. Ghost scratches her favourite spot behind the ears and Soap is coming through her fur in her back. When ever they here Riley snoring they stop their hand movement the dog looks in utter betrayal at them. "Spoiled rotten", Soap says after the 4th time. "I guess", Ghost agrees soft smile on his face. Soap places his hand on Ghost leg, rubbing circles in the fabric with his thumb. Soap trys not to oggel at Ghost from the site. He knows Simons face, the scare and the crocked nose, because it was broken on to many times, the piece of his left ear thats missing, but it feels diffrent know. Their relationship changed, its not a emergency that causes Ghost to remove his mask, he did it because he wanted to. "I would say take a picture, but you can't", Ghost says into the silent room. Soap rolls his eyes huffing amused. "Shame you have to hide what a bonnie you are." "A what?" "You're handsome Simon, a bonnie." Ghost blushes at this, he was told he's attractive before Roba, but now with all the scares? "I think your definition of handsome is broken." "Just take my damm compliment." Ghost turns his head to look at Soap can't help but smile back. "Only because you asks so nicely." Can't help but laught at Soaps fucking hell face. "I was thinking about kissing you, but now I won't." Ghost laughs harder and Soap loves it, love seeing Ghost so carefree. Ghost leans in, kissing Soap himself. Their kiss is interuped by a whining Riley, because the two dared to stop scratching her. "You think it's to late to unspoil her?", Ghost asks still starting to move his fingers again. "Don't think you can stop the other members of 141 for spoil her, the second you're away on a mission they will give her all the attention." "Fucking hell."

Riley fall asleep on their legs. Ghost is resting his head resting on Soaps shoulder a tiered smile on his face. Soap is reading something on his phone, but Ghost don't pay any attention to it. Just trying to enjoy the moment, how peaceful it is, that hes happy. "You're tiered?", Soap asks hearing how Ghost breathing is getting deeper and shower. Ghost humms as a agreement, blinking, eyelids heavy. Soap carefully pulls his legs from under Riley trying to not wake the dog up, failing. Riley lifts her head of her paws, giving Soap a how dare you look. "Sorry Princess", Soap says, the smile on Ghost face getting bigger at this. With that Ghost also pulls his legs from under Riley ready to get up, from the bed walking back to his room, but Soap pulls him back. "Soap", Ghost half-hearted protest, yawning. Soap presses his chest in to Ghost back, hugging the other from behind. "It's already past curfew", Soap states. Ghost huffs at this nobody stoped him when he's out after curfew and Soap knows that. "Trying to prevent me from getting written up?", Ghost humours Soaps lie. "Yes." Soap can hold back his laughing at this. "Well I gues you're right", Ghost says felling Soap kissing the back of his neck. "Of course I am."

[rawstfish]

Write please for captain price. I need more of that man in my life.

I decide to do how I think Price and MacMillan's first meeting each other went. I also took this as a chance to kinda introduce my OC, it's a completely different story. Sorry if you wanted a x reader.

Warnings: Price simping/Fighting

“Alright, here is the lieutenant's file and the lieutenant himself.” With that the man left the break-room, leaving MacMillan alone with his new squad-mate. Neither of them said anything.

MacMillan picked up the man’s file and started looking through. The lieutenant was top of the recruits in basic training, acing all the courses in phase 1 and 2. It’s noted that he was only 16 when started and had little to no experience. After finishing basic training, the man climbed the ranks fast. With his sharp mind, a natural at combat, and his seeming lovable personality. However, in parentheses it’s noted that he acts on impulse and doesn’t do well with listening to orders. As well as, his weakest skills are sneaking and sniper-rifles.

I see now why they assigned me with a stranger. MacMillan looked up, his bright blue eyes meeting a darker blue. The man’s face held no emotion, he looked lost in thought but about what?

The lieutenant was thinking about one thing and one thing only. MacMillan is absolutely the sexiest man the lieutenant has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. MacMillan’s eyes are the brightest color blue this man has ever seen, and don’t even get him started on the little flakes of gray in them. His big, strong nose matching his strong, sharp jawline. His short black hair is the softest looking hair the lieutenant has seen in this military. The lieutenants favorite part of MacMillan though, was his lean build being hugged so tightly from his shirt.

“John?” MacMillan called his name out, with the hottest scottish accent he’s heard in forever.

“You're hot.” Was Price's only response. MacMillan’s face filled with confusion.

Wait, did I just say that out loud? Fucking hell I didn’t mean to let that slip out...Actual no, I did mean to say that out loud. Look at that cute confused face. Price snapped out of his thoughts quickly, just now realizing what MacMillan called him.

“And please, call me Price. I’ve always liked it better.” He said with a little smirk on his lips.

“Okay, sorry about that.” MacMillan stood up from his metal chair, “We should start getting ready to head out.” And with that MacMillan started leaving the room. Not before he suddenly stopped in the doorway.

“Thanks for the compliment but don’t get distracted.” He left Price in the break-room, leaving him with a sense of need growing bigger.

He wants to play hard to get, then we can play hard to get.

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Oc:

Fish had stayed in one of the helicopter’s in front of the Gulag main entrance, in order to watch the Task Force 141 men's back. However, they soon regretted that decision.

Price was alive. Instead of “talking” to him when Soap and Roach found him, Fish had to wait until they got back to the base. This only allowed their rage to have more time to grow inside them.

As soon as their helicopter landed at the base, Fish was storming inside. They had kept track of the helicopter Price was in, this way they wouldn't tear the base upside down trying to get to him.

They turned a corner and there he was. Holding onto Soap for support. Fish immediately saw red, their anger consuming them. Price looked up when he heard stomping and was met with a fist to the cheek. Even with his tight grip on Soap, he fell to the floor.

“Oh, you little bitch.” Price spit out along with some blood.

Fish didn’t say anything, choosing to lunge at Price. But before they could hit him more, Roach and Ghost held them back. Soap is going to help Price up.

“You motherfucker, it’s your fault! It’s your fucking fault that Gaz and Griggs are dead!” Fish accused him.

“What the bloody hell are you going on about!? How the hell is it my fault that they’re dead!?” Price shot back, surprisingly having the strength to hold back his rage.

“Cause you failed to fucking protect them! The one time I thought I could trust you to do something right, and then you do jack shit! I made a promise that I wouldn’t let them die on my watch, and now look at where they’re at! Six feet in the fucking ground! They should be here, Captain fucking Price!” Fish’s throat hurt but they wouldn’t back down, not to him.

“Right because I wanted someone that I LOVED and one of my BEST FRIENDS to die! You never make much sense, Fish!” Price had moved closer to Fish, being sure to keep his distance. Not knowing when they’ll break out of the hold Ghost and Roach has on them.

“And it’s totally my fault that you couldn’t keep your bloody promise!” Fish could feel some spit from his mouth falling onto them.

Soap grabbed onto Price’s shoulder, holding him back.

“Fish can you have some fucking sympathy! He just got out of Gulag, do you hear that? The bloody fucking Gulag. Do you really hate him that much?” As much as Soap considers Fish a dear friend and is glad that Price is alive, he never understood the hatred these 2 have for each other.

Fish looked directly at Soap, “Yes.” Fish broke the hold Ghost and Roach had on them.

Looking at Price, they gathered all their saliva and spat right on his face. With that they left.

“I’m sorry-” Soap didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.

“Don’t be, it's always been like this between us.” Price wiped the spit off, turning the opposite direct Fish went.

All Soap, Ghost, and Roach could do was stand there, not knowing what to do.

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Criticize is very much welcome :)

[funkylittlebard]

You're safe with me, I promise- Chapter 1

Hello! I posted an Ao3 link to this before when I first wrote it but still- ta da! I'll post the actual words on here this time and all.

This one's a bit long, about 5.7k of Geskel fluff followed by smut.

Rating: Explicit

CWs: Trans Geralt, Established Relationship, Kaer Morhen's Fanon Hot Springs, Dubious Consent, Sexsomnia, Frottage, Frottage Sexsomnia, Enthusiastic Consent, Thigh Riding, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Light Dom/sub, Bottom Geralt, Top Eskel, Fluff and Smut

Geskel fluffy smutty goodness below & notes from author's note re. how I refer to Geralt throughout

Also, from the notes on 1st chapter, this small warning:

Hi! Few things that are a bit spoiler-y but still: Geralt is trans in this fic, and as such I've used words to describe his genitals that might make some people uncomfortable (dick/ cock/ slit/ cunt). Also, the dub con refers to one person grinding on the other in their sleep, waking up a bit embarassed, getting reassured before they both give explicit consent before going on to have sex (I've put the specifics in the tags). The snow was still falling softly and settling gently on the thin layer of white powder covering the courtyard when Geralt stepped in, Roach following close behind. She shook her head, mane flying out behind her and whinnied as Geralt gave her a small, appreciative smile and petted her flank. As he walked her into the stables, there was a cry from the entrance of the keep.

“Hey! He’s here!”

Geralt frowned almost imperceptibly as he started taking his saddlebags down from his horse before he could begin grooming her. Sure, he’d taken a little longer than usual to head back, but the snow wasn’t that thick yet. He looked up and peered into the other stable stalls. Ah. That would be why then- he was very rarely last back, too eager to see Eskel in particular again after months of separation- and there were already three other horses stabled. They seemed perfectly content, happily munching their way through some hay. He let out a small huff, and his frown deepened. He had wanted to have everything set up before Eskel got back- he’d managed to find a few trinkets that he’d thought the other witcher would appreciate over the year. There was also that other particular… item hidden deep in his saddlebags that he was keen to test with his boyfriend. Somewhat put out at his surprise being spoiled, Geralt finished dealing with Roach (giving her a parting gift of an apple, of course, it wasn't her fault he was late) and hefted his bags up onto his shoulders. He padded across the snowy courtyard, snowflakes dampening his pale hair and making it slightly frizzy as he walked. Waiting at the door for him was Vesemir, who looked older and greyer than Geralt remembered him. He felt a jolt go through him at the thought. He willed it away as Vesemir brought him in for a hug, patting him roughly on the back.

"You're late. Thought for a while we might not see you this year."

Geralt grimaced. "It’s not that bad, is it?"

Vesemir crooked an eyebrow at him. "Eskel was getting quite worried. But then he's not doing too well himself, he's laid up by the fire in the main hall."

Geralt blinked, mouth going dry. "What."

Vesemir opened his mouth to explain, but the younger witcher had already shot off inside the keep, dropping his bags inside the door as he went. Vesemir sighed and picked them up with a small smile.

Geralt strode swiftly into the main hall, and he could feel his eyebrows slowly rising into his hairline as he caught sight of Eskel by the fire with one of his legs raised on a stool in front of him. He turned at the sound of movement, a book resting in his lap. Eskel began to smile but froze up when he saw Geralt's face as the man rushed towards him.

"Good journ-"

"What happened?" Geralt had reached his side and set himself down on his knees by Eskel’s side. He looked up into his face, absentmindedly searching for any new scars, a rush of air coming out of his mouth when he didn't find any.

"Geralt, I'm fine, honestly. It's not as if you've never come back injured you know."

But he was ignored as Geralt had moved over and was cautiously poking his leg, trying to discern the nature of the problem.

There was a thud as Vesemir dropped Geralt's bags behind them, which he studiously ignored in favour of rolling up the left leg of Eskel’s breeches. Eskel rolled his eyes, trying to hide a fond smile behind a hand he brought up to scratch at his scars.

“Geralt, honestly, I’m basically fine-” He winced as Geralt poked at the tender part of his thigh.

He glanced down at the other man affectionately, before huffing out a laugh and returning to his book. Geralt continued to examine his leg, undeterred. There was a harsh red line about halfway up Eskel’s thigh, cutting diagonally and curved slightly at the end. It looked like it had already been stitched and there was no sign of red skin spilling out around the wound, so he was probably safe from infection. Tentatively, Geralt grazed his fingertips across it, keeping a careful eye on Eskel’s expression. He saw him swallow, and his eyes tightened at the corners as he winced.

“It’s healing, but it’s still sensitive,” Eskel murmured, running a hand through his hair to brush it off his face. Geralt glanced up at him and squeezed his knee.

“How does it feel to walk on it?”

Eskel huffed and turned to look into the flames licking across the logs in the fireplace.

“Not great, but I can still move about alright.” He spun back and pinned Geralt with a look. “I’d be up for more strenuous activities, so long as it didn’t jostle it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Geralt spluttered indignantly, “No, no, I just meant-” He was cut off by a peal of laughter as Eskel tipped his head back in mirth.

“It’s fine, wolf.” He reached over and ruffled Geralt’s hair, receiving a half-hearted growl and a glare that was somewhat less effective because of the pout hiding below it. “Aww,” Eskel teased, watching Geralt try and straighten his already frizzy hair and move it away from his eyes. “You’re not upset I messed up your pretty hair are you, Ger?” he leant over and tucked a strand behind his ear. Geralt’s glower deepened.

“Not pretty, ‘s just hair.”

“Why do you care so much when I mess it up then, huh?”

Geralt blinked. He had no answer to that. He gave Eskel a light shove. “Shut up, Esk.”

Eskel smirked, amused by the obvious distraction his boyfriend was trying, as Geralt cleared his throat, and stood up.

“Uh,” he offered, eloquently. “Your, uh, thigh,” Eskel looked at him expectantly. “It, umm. Eskel, it’s a little, uh, it’s a little bit fucked.”

“Truly, you’ve always had a way with words, Geralt.” Eskel leered. Geralt turned away sharply, willing his hair to cover his cheeks as they flushed pink at Eskel’s words. Ugh, why did compliments and teases have to be so embarrassing? Gods, it made his skin crawl. And Eskel knew it too, the smug bastard- at least Geralt didn’t flush as easily as he had done before the mutagens. Eskel always used to lean in and whisper casual compliments when they were sat in the main hall, maybe about his footwork in sword practice, or how nice the curve of his ass was when he bent over, just to watch his friend go red in the face and squirm. He had always been particularly uncomfortable with heartfelt compliments, and Eskel had always, always, used it against him. Little shit that he was. But Geralt wouldn’t have him any other way, he thought, looking through his curtain of hair back at Eskel’s knowing smirk.

“Esk, why don’t we go down to the hot spring? The water will be good to ease the tension you’re carrying in your leg at least.”

Eskel hesitated a moment. Geralt nibbled at his bottom lip, wondering what he was thinking about. It wasn’t like he had any ulterior motives- he genuinely wanted to help his wounded lover. “Alright,” Eskel replied eventually, the moment apparently over, “Let’s go then. Lead on.''

They meandered down the path towards the steamy air of the spring. As they entered, Eskel wasted no time in reaching behind his neck and pulling his shirt off in a fluid movement. He left his breeches and smalls with it on the side of the pool and winked at Geralt over his shoulder before leaping into the steaming water.

He gasped as he resurfaced. Blinking, with water droplets decorating his lashes, he gaped for a second. “Fuck, Geralt.” he exclaimed, “it’s lovely in here.” He beamed at him prettily, and Geralt wanted nothing more in that moment than to press kisses all over his gleeful expression. He nodded instead, turning around to peel off his shirt. He took a quick glimpse over his shoulder before yanking his trousers and smalls down in one rapid tug and leaping into the water. It was a habit he’d formed so long ago, but even around people he trusted, Geralt couldn’t quite bring himself to break it. Eskel said nothing and pretended politely to be distracted by the bubbles, no matter how intimately familiar with each other’s bodies they were at this point. Geralt appreciated his pretence, though he still sent a shifty little glance over his shoulder before deciding to venture further into the water with him. As usual, Geralt buried himself up to his neck in the hot water and grabbed the soap, rubbing it hastily into a lather.

Whilst he was busying himself with the soap, Eskel looked up at him from beneath his lashes, and oh gods, but Geralt was done for. He was gorgeous with his strong, thick arms, and a trail of dark hair leading down across a deceptively soft-looking stomach- Geralt knew the strength hidden under there was formidable, but it still felt wonderful to lay his face against.

“Esk, how about, I wash your hair for you?”

Eskel looked over, eyebrows raised. He waited, not answering, and Geralt could feel the nerves rising in his chest, almost forcing his next words out in a hurry.

“Uhh, I mean. Umm. I, if you’d like, I could “ he stuttered, awkwardly. He winced. Why was he making this so hard? He’d washed Eskel’s hair before and now, when he was itching to do something nice for the man whilst he was injured, apparently Geralt was incapable. He frowned, and let out a quiet “Hmm”. Eventually, he sighed and tried again.

“Look, I wanted to help you, so just shift your ass over here and let me.” Geralt ground out, every line of his body stiff. Eskel grinned at him softly, the corner of his mouth pulled tight by the scars. It made no difference- his smile was still radiant as ever. He splashed a little as he turned around, sitting sideways on the stone bench.

“Go on then, pretty boy,” Eskel said, leaning back against Geralt’s chest. Geralt huffed at the nickname, but he didn't stop in his goal to pamper his partner. He reached behind himself to select one of the oils they kept on the edge of the bath for their hair. There was the lavender one that Lambert favoured- something about reminding him of some cat witcher, a fact which they all teased him mercilessly for- the dark liquid with the sandalwood smell that produced such a strong sense of security and warmth and safety in Geralt’s mind that it could only belong to Vesemir. He skipped past his own favourite- a hint of spice and smoke with the smell of sage lurking behind it- in favour of Eskel’s charred wood and saltwater fragranced oil. He spilled a little into his palm, and gently motioned for Eskel to tilt his head back. He had already ensured Eskel's silky chestnut hair was wet, so he tipped his palm over the top of his head and began to massage the oil in. He started with a very gentle pressure, and slowly built it up into something more insistent and firm. He could feel the soft little puffs of Eskel’s breath against his cheek when he leant around to spread the oil into the other man’s sideburns. Risking a look at his face, he saw that Eskel’s lips had parted, mouth left open and relaxed. There was a low rumbling noise coming from deep within his chest, an almost purring sound. Geralt pressed a kiss to his cheekbone. He dragged his hands deliberately down from his scalp to his shoulders and rubbed them gently for a moment, just enjoying the closeness he was able to share with Eskel.

Reluctantly, Geralt stretched an arm back out of the water to collect an earthenware cup. He filled it with water and covered Eskel’s eyes with one of his palms. Keeping Eskel pinned in place, he rinsed his hair and combed through it with his fingers.

“Alright you're done.” he paused a moment, “actually, wait.”

Geralt spread his palms out flat across Eskel’s back, pushing his fingertips into the skin beneath them and rubbing. His hands slid across his shoulders and down his back, easing the tension he was still carrying from the year on the Path with ease. Geralt’s calloused hands smoothed across his hips before gradually moving up his flanks. He could feel Eskel’s chest rumble on a pleased groan as his hands slid across his front, not lingering too long, but soothing nonetheless.

After a little longer enjoying the pleasant warmth of the water, Eskel dragged himself up onto the edge of the rock surrounding the water. Geralt slunk low back into the hot spring again, his mouth just about above the surface. “You head on up, I’ll be out in a minute,” he mumbled, not meeting Eskel’s eyes. Eskel tilted his head to the side, and Geralt was startled at the sudden resemblance Eskel bore to a confused overgrown puppy.

“Ger,” he said, lowering his voice and being careful not to smile at all in case he was misinterpreted. “You know I won’t judge you. Look, I'll even turn around.” He wrapped a bath sheet around his waist and turned to face the exit. “It’s ok, Ger.”

“I, I know that,” Geralt started, and took a shuddery breath. “I just… I don’t know.” He sighed in frustration, irritated by his inability to express himself. “I… hmm.”

Eskel waited patiently, as Geralt exhaled and splashed a bit in the warm water, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. Finally, Geralt huffed out a little resigned groan. “Makes me feel vulnerable. Like it used to when we were kids. Ugh.” He grunted and glared at the rough stone wall, embarrassed.

“Geralt. It’s ok, you're safe with me I promise.”

That pulled him from his thoughts. “Esk, I'm supposed to be looking after you, damn it. I’m fine, just gimme a second.” Geralt extracted himself from the water and hastily tugged a bath sheet around himself and over his shoulders. He padded over to Eskel and crept into his line of sight. “Sorry. Didn't mean to make you wait so long, put all that pressure on your leg. Let's head up.” He offered him a shaky smile. They headed back up through the cold corridors of the keep, bypassing the main hall and continuing up the stairs to their rooms. Geralt ushered Eskel in and pulled the heavy oak door closed behind him. Crossing the room quickly, he nudged a few of the logs in the grate around before flicking his hand into the sign for Igni and lighting the fire. Behind him, Eskel was already sprawled out across the bed, eyelids heavy and looking very content with the way he stretched his arms up above his head, a smug little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Geralt stood and dropped his bath sheet onto a chair that sat in front of the fire. He was less uncomfortable outside of public spaces. He didn't know what it was- it wasn't as if Lambert couldn't barge into the room as easily as the springs if he wanted to. Perhaps it wasn’t logical, but he could work on it some other time. For now, he slid up onto his bed and stretched his arm out across Eskel’s belly, snuggling into his side and entwining their legs, carefully making sure not to put any pressure on Eskel’s injured thigh. They both sighed, pressing close together, with Geralt petting Eskel’s side, and Eskel gently combing his fingers through Geralt’s hair. They lay there a while, enjoying each other’s company. But of course, it could only last so long. Neither of them knew how much time had passed, but eventually, Eskel’s stomach began to rumble. The pair of them chuckled, and Geralt pulled himself upright. He pressed a kiss into Eskel’s still damp hair.

“You stay here, I’ll go and get us some food.” Eskel nodded sleepily and gathered one of the blankets more firmly over himself. He started to burrow under it and Geralt could feel his heart melting slightly at the sight of it. How could such a large man be so adorable? He reached for a clean shirt, telling himself firmly that that was a mystery for future Geralt to solve. Fully dressed again, he headed back out of their room and down the stairs towards the kitchens. He could smell somebody cooking as he meandered down- the air was fragrant with the tang of spices, and he could smell some chicken being fried off. He heard a quiet ‘pop’ sound of a cork being yanked free from a bottle and rounded the corner just in time to see Vesemir leaning over the fire pouring some luscious burgundy liquid into the pot. Across from him, Lambert had obviously been tasked with the chicken, and he was glaring down at it as if he thought the heat from his gaze would cook it sooner. At least he hadn't burned it yet, unlike last winter. Geralt was never going to let that go. Vesemir looked up as he entered the room and offered him a quick smile before turning back to the important business of his stew. Lambert smirked at him as Geralt started to rustle through the cupboards for some dishes and cups.

“How’s Eskel?”

“Hello to you too, Lambert,” Geralt said, not taking his eyes off his task. “He’s just tired.”

“Oh,” Lambert responded with a waggle of his eyebrows, “I’m sure he is.”

Geralt scowled into the cupboard and grinned when seconds later he heard Lambert yelp as Vesemir swatted him with his spoon.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, boy,” Vesemir growled as he turned back to his pot again. Geralt shook his head, amused, as he reached for some bread and cheese that had been left on the side. Snatching up a tray, he balanced the two plates and cups, a jug of water and then reached into another cupboard to fetch some dried fruit. He hummed appreciatively when he found some cured meats and snuck some of those onto the tray too. That ought to do it, he thought. He nodded at Vesemir and Lambert, who very maturely stuck his tongue out at him, the little prick, and retreated back upstairs.

Back within the warmth of the room, Geralt placed the tray at the foot of the bed and helped ease Eskel up, still cautious of his leg. He leant in, his hair falling around both their faces like a curtain as he tenderly kissed Eskel once, then unable to help himself he leant in again for another. He scooted back to pass Eskel his plate, legs still touching as they went quiet for a while as they ate. The fire was still going nicely, oranges and reds flickering together in the grate, creating such a cosy atmosphere that Geralt could feel his eyelids start to sag. When he looked over at Eskel, he saw that the other witcher had already fallen asleep, his plate slumped against his chest which was rising and falling with his unnaturally slow breathing. Cautiously Geralt cleared away the plates, leaving the fruit for later. He smoothed Eskel’s hair back from his face and then climbed into bed himself, tugging and adjusting at the blankets and furs he had accumulated there over the years. He felt his eyes fall closed languidly as he pressed his nose into the nape of Eskel's neck and took a deep breath, inhaling his smell as he drifted off to sleep.

When Eskel awoke, the fire had burnt down to embers and the room was almost completely dark, save for the few rays of early morning light sneaking their way in as the sun began to rise over the edge of the mountain and across the valley below that could be seen from their window. He sighed contentedly, warm beneath the blankets and from Geralt who was pressed up close against him. He ran a hand across his face, trying to clear the haze of sleep from his mind. As he did this, slowly becoming more aware of his surroundings, he began to notice Geralt pushing insistently against his thigh. He paused, holding his breath whilst he considered the situation. Geralt’s breathing was coming out a little quickly and kept catching in his throat, coming out in uneven stutters. Eskel looked down at him, at where he was pushing against him. Oh, well that was interesting.

Eskel swallowed thickly as Geralt rolled his hips into his thigh with a little sigh. Eskel glanced down at his face. He was definitely still sleeping judging from the peaceful, open look on his face and the endearing way his eyebrows quirked upwards when he caught himself at a particularly satisfying angle. Fortunately, Geralt was positioned against his uninjured thigh, and whilst Geralt was still wearing his shirt and smalls from the night before, Eskel had never bothered to re-dress. With Geralt’s next rut against him, Eskel noticed his thigh getting damp as Geralt rolled into him again with a short, high-pitched whine. He felt his face warm slightly as his own cock twitched in response. He took a breath to compose himself and was reaching across for Geralt’s shoulder to shake him awake before this could go any further, when Geralt stilled completely and his breathing stuttered to a halt. There was a tense second where neither of them moved, and then Geralt shot upright, wincing as he sat up, and Eskel couldn’t tear his eyes away from where his damp underwear was clinging close to his body. Before Eskel could speak, Geralt had scooted away and was blurting out an apology as quickly as he could.

“Ah, Eskel, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to! Did I hurt you? I know it’s your other leg but what if I-” Eskel rolled his eyes as Geralt continued his embarrassed babbling. He had a much easier solution. He reached out and took a firm grip of Geralt’s hips, and dragged him over to sit on his thigh. Geralt stumbled to a halt, wide-eyed and flushed pink.

“Geralt,” Eskel said, stroking a hand down his face in a way which he hoped was comforting. “I know you didn’t mean to, and if you want to stop we absolutely can. However,” he continued, running his fingers down Geralt’s abdomen unhurriedly, “I would be more than happy to keep going, if you’d like.” He curled his fingers around Geralt just above the top of his smalls and waited patiently for a reply. Geralt gaped for a moment, the tips of his fingers tickling the top of Eskel’s hips, before he slammed his mouth shut and nodded.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He grated out, voice still rough from sleep. Eskel smiled wickedly, and pushed his thigh up sharply between Geralt’s legs. He revelled in the little moan he received in return, gripped Geralt tightly by the hips, and did it again. Geralt whined and threw his head back, hair flying over his shoulders and across his face. His own grip on Eskel’s still sleep-warm skin tightened till his knuckles turned white as he ground his hips down onto Eskel’s thigh.

“Now then,” Eskel said in a low voice, “Don’t you worry about me, how about you finish what you started here, sweetheart?” He pushed his thigh closer as Geralt rode it faster, face flushing darker at Eskel’s words. He bit his lip and nodded as he began to frantically thrust down on Eskel’s strong, firm thigh. He shuddered, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, his breath hitching as his dick pressed hard into Eskel’s leg. Eskel stared openly at the way he squeezed his legs together more firmly, gasping between his hurried breathing. He felt Geralt’s dick throb against the muscle of his thigh and heard him let out a surprised moan as another rush of slick dampened his already soaked smalls even further. He kept grinding down, panting getting heavier as he got closer to the edge. Eskel shuddered, feeling hot all over. He cleared his throat.

“You gonna come on my leg just from this, Ger? In your pants? You’re making such a mess of me, you naughty boy, maybe I should make you clean it up.”

Geralt choked on air, his vivid golden eyes popping open and going wide, a loud, needy whine working its way out of his mouth at the mental image. Eskel smirked- it was so exciting when Geralt got worked up like this, and with the sunlight coming in through the window he looked practically ethereal as he rode Eskel’s thigh frantically. Beautiful as the image was though, Eskel had another idea.

“Do you want to be a good boy for me, Geralt?” He gripped Geralt’s chin gently in one hand, the other staying firmly on his hip. Geralt licked his lips, nodding almost as rapidly as he was grinding. “On your back for me, then.”

Geralt frowned, but obeyed without hesitation- Eskel felt a rush of heat go through him at the easy show of submission. He smiled and leant over him, giving him a quick kiss to his lips before moving further down the bed. Making sure to adjust his wounded leg comfortably before he started anything, Eskel peeled Geralt’s damp smalls down his legs, breath catching as he caught sight of what was hidden below. Sticking out from the damp curls was Geralt’s dick, wet with slick and glistening in the low amber light. He swallowed as he threw the underwear onto the floor and reached for the bottom of Geralt’s shirt. He raised an eyebrow at the other man lying beneath him and tried very hard not to look at Geralt desperately shifting his hips. Geralt met his gaze and caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his brow furrowing. Tentatively, he gave a very small shake of his head. Eskel smiled kindly at him and released the shirt, before lowering his head down to press an indulgent kiss into Geralt’s thigh. He took a moment to enjoy how soft the pale skin on the inside of them was and yet how solid they were, before shoving them apart none too carefully and burying his face in between them. There was a sharp cry above him before one of Geralt’s hands flew up to his face to cover his mouth. Geralt spread his legs further apart and squirmed as he felt Eskel’s tongue lap gently at his slit before continuing in a slow path up to his dick. He couldn’t keep the little sighs and moans back as Eskel lavished him with attention, still holding him in place by his hips so that there was nothing Geralt could do to get more friction but whine and plead. He let his other hand fall into Eskel’s hair and tug on it to try and make him show more of that attention to his dick. But Eskel pulled back with a tut, leaving Geralt to cry out.

“Naughty boy, trying to decide what I do. Who’s in charge here right now?” Eskel stared him down as Geralt tried in vain to stop squirming, panting desperately.

“Y-you, Esk. Please.” He gasped out, eyes pleading with Eskel as much as his words. His pupils had grown so large and dark his eyes were almost completely engulfed by them.

“Alright then,” Eskel replied and leant back in, this time holding down Geralt’s right thigh and sneaking his left between them. He teased Geralt with it, running it over his cunt but never slipping in, glancing around his dick but never touching where he needed it. Geralt’s eyes closed again involuntarily as he panted. Eventually, Eskel slid his tongue into the warmth of Geralt’s cunt, lips curling into a smile at the moan from the trembling man above him. He ground his hips at a leisurely pace against the furs covering their bed. It was always a delight to make Geralt fall apart, Eskel thought, still licking into and around him, sucking every so often. He reached his hand up to finally, finally wrap two fingers around Geralt’s dick and stroke it. He could feel the shaking of his thighs around his face and lapped at him more determinedly. He moved to suck at Geralt’s dick at the same time as he slid a finger inside him, crooked it and pushed. Geralt gasped and groaned above him, wriggling and unable to hold still.

“Esk- ahh- Eskel I’m gonna, I-” he moaned out. Eskel shushed him with a featherlight caress of his thigh. He slipped his tongue free to press a kiss to the tip of Geralt’s dick, savouring the whine Geralt gave him in response.

“Sweetheart, you can cum whenever you want.” Geralt nodded jerkily, and bit his lip as Eskel continued his ministrations, moaning his appreciation for another minute before-

“F-Fuck!” Geralt exclaimed with a gasp as he came, grinding down onto Eskel’s mouth as he did so. Eskel pressed a barely-there kiss to his dick, and then each trembling thigh as Geralt sank deeper into the bed. Eskel sat up a bit more so he could still reach Geralt’s abdomen to pepper it with gentle little kisses and watched him as his breathing returned to a normal pace. He enjoyed the quiet and spent the time admiring Geralt’s reclining figure, feeling very relaxed and quite pleased with himself. He was, however, perhaps too relaxed. Geralt pounced on him, shoving him back onto the furs with no warning. Pulling his leg out to the side so that he could be comfortable, Geralt lifted himself up and sat over Eskel’s crotch. Eskel’s breath caught in his throat as Geralt rolled his wet cunt once, painfully slowly, over the length of his cock. “Wanna ride you,” he murmured and rested his hands on Eskel’s pecs. Eskel bit back a tiny whine as his eyes widened. Geralt blinked down at him, biting his lip and rubbing his thumb over Eskel’s left nipple. “Please?”

How could Eskel possibly say no to that? He could feel his dick twitching against Geralt’s, so enticingly close to that wet heat that it was practically making him salivate. His carefully maintained patience was fraying at the seams. He nodded without hesitation and helped Geralt adjust the pair of them into a comfortable position. Holding himself tight in one hand, he used the other to lower Geralt slowly onto his cock. They both groaned as he bottomed out, sitting there for a moment as they adjusted.

“Hmm, fuck Esk, ‘m so full,” Geralt whimpered. Eskel reached an arm forward to rub at Geralt’s dick, making Geralt buck up, still sensitive.

“I know, sweetheart. You’re being so good for me.” Eskel said, grinding up into Geralt, pulling him down onto his dick by the hips. Geralt’s hands dug into Eskel’s pecs more firmly as he started bouncing up and down, setting a pace that left them both gasping. One of Geralt’s hands had migrated to Eskel’s right nipple, teasing him with little pinches. He groaned and rocked his hips up into Geralt harder. Fuck, but he was so wet, and Eskel could feel his cunt gripping him as his cock slipped in and out. He glanced down, watching himself piston in and out, and bit his lip to hold in a moan. Gods, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“How’re you doing, G?” he asked, looking up at Geralt and watching his red face as he panted desperately, hair hanging dishevelled about his shoulders, brow dotted with sweat.

“G-great,” Geralt gasped out, clenching tightly on Eskel’s cock.

“Can you take some more?” Geralt panted and nodded in response, shaking slightly as he edged steadily closer and closer. Eskel reached between their bodies, and stroked two fingers up then down Geralt’s dick, once, twice and a final third time. He shifted it away as Geralt came with a loud wail and collapsed onto Eskel’s chest, twitching, breath panting out in warm puffs over Eskel’s shoulder. Eskel groaned deep in his chest and clutched Geralt close to him. He fucked roughly up into him a few times, listening intently to Geralt’s overstimulated whining and whimpering, making him moan loudly as he came. They lay, panting and exhausted, for a moment, until Eskel slipped his now soft cock out of Geralt’s hole, savouring the little whimper it produced. Eskel gently stroked his back.

“Now, I believe there was the small matter of you cleaning up your mess.'' Geralt smiled and burrowed his face to hide in the crook of Eskel’s neck. Eskel chuckled, and kissed the top of his head, cuddling him closer. “I’m kidding, let me get a washcloth.” Eskel wriggled out from underneath his boyfriend, who slumped into the furs with a soft “oof” sound. Eskel patted his ass fondly and fetched the cloth. Gathering up some of the fruit they’d ignored the night before and refilling the cups of water, he padded over to the bed again. They spent a quiet few minutes tenderly cleaning each other up and feeding the other dainty pieces of fruit, taking the time to make sure they both felt settled. With that done, Eskel chuckled as Geralt leant over the edge of his bed to find his smalls, wrinkling his nose at the state of them and grumbling as he had to move to the chest he kept his clothes in instead. With a pair shimmied on and the plates once again cleared, Geralt settled back into the bed and pulled Eskel up against his chest. He nuzzled into his neck, and Eskel relaxed back into it, both of them too comfortable now to be bothered at being so soft and needy with each other. Geralt moved his hips forward until they were flush with his boyfriend’s. Safe and cosy, he could feel his eyelids drooping. Eskel hummed in contentment and let out a yawn.

“Maybe,” Geralt said, swallowing a yawn of his own. “I could top next time.” His breathing evened out as he fell asleep. Leaving Eskel to mumble happily at the prospect and burrow himself deeper into the pillows before his own eyes fell closed.

[shrinkynatural]

Finally, a bathing scene between the totally not tiny bard and his massive oak tree of a witcher.

And because I’m not great at giving individual thank yous, I’d like to give a big, all-encompassing thank you to everyone who’s read these and liked them and reblogged them.

The rest of this unnamed self-indulgent mess can be found here: (1) (2) (3) (4)

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It has been nearly a whole damn month of nothing but shallow streams barely good enough for washing up in, and the river is the greatest blessing Jaskier could ask for in these circumstances. Clear water, a slight current but nothing that will carry him away, and Geralt-approved to not contain any drowners or other dangerous creatures that might want to eat an unsuspecting bard.

One finger hooks into the collar of his doublet, stopping Jaskier’s run to the river as effectively as a whole hand. Everyone knows he’s always a slut for dramatics so he lets it act as a yank and falls right back into Geralt’s bulk with a very startled yelp. “But Geralt, you said--!”

"Camp first, then we bathe." And because he thinks that he's in charge Geralt doesn't even wait for confirmation, he just slides his finger from Jaskier’s neck to his back (the bard doesn’t shiver, he doesn’t) and nudges him to stand on his own two feet. Then he moves away and takes Roach's reins to lead the mare back into the trees to find a decent area to set up camp.

Jaskier does follow after, but he makes sure that he states clearly just how cruel it is to offer him such a treat only to rip it away. "I feel I have an inch layer of road dust and sweat baked over me like a crust, Geralt!" He doesn't get any response which makes him think Geralt's rolling his eyes at him.

It is the fastest he’s ever helped set up the campsite, gathering wood and separating their bags after Geralt unloads Roach. Some of those bags are heavier than they look so after Jaskier nearly fell under one containing an assortment of witcher potions it was a task permanently assigned to said witcher who spent hours mixing them.

As soon as he drops off the last of the firewood Geralt waves a dismissive hand toward the river and Jaskier doesn't have to be told--gestured to?--twice. Lute and bag down, cloth and soap in hand, and he's practically running to the water's edge. He strips out of his clothes and sets them aside to wash them up later and then he wades in, shivering just a little. Jaskier dunks himself completely and then retreats a bit so that he can lather up his soap and finally be clean. Just the first swipe feels absolutely glorious and he starts humming a tune that turns into a jaunty song he washes himself in time to.

"You shouldn't sing in the river," Geralt says suddenly from behind him and Jaskier lets out a sincere yelp as he turns around. The Witcher is at the edge of the water and taking off his own clothes while regarding him with a raised eyebrow. "A siren will hear you and come take you away."

That shuts Jaskier up and he looks wide-eyed at the water around him. “But you said--!” When he turns back to Geralt he catches the smile before it's schooled away and his jaw drops. "You!" He waves his wash cloth at him with pure indignation. "Is that a joke? Are you trying to scare me off so you can have this whole river to yourself? Joke's on you, I'll gladly be carried off by a siren if it means I get to have regular baths. We'll sing lovely duets together." He sing-songs the last part, amused at the play at humor now that he isn't worried about river monsters coming after him.

Geralt snorts and sets his clothes besides Jaskier's before walking into the water. He goes downstream a few yards, which Jaskier appreciates because he just knows that some of that monster blood and guts don't come off completely from a quick scrub in a little stream. He's in up to his chest almost and Jaskier attempts to be a polite bathmate and not stare, but he can't help taking little peeks at what he can see. He's a young, healthy man with an active appreciation for the human form and Geralt is just...absolute perfection.

He finishes washing himself up and scrubs his hair one more time just because he can. With one of those illicit peeks he spies the bland-looking, non-perfumed brick of a thing that witchers apparently call soap clenched in Geralt’s hand. It’s offensive, really, what’s the point of finally being clean if you don’t smell nice after? The awful thing barely even lathers and the foam is half the fun!

Jaskier hums to himself and makes up his mind then and there. He’s clean and feeling so much better for it, the only thing that would make it better would be if the water were hot and he’d get to retire naked to a soft mattress with silken sheets. Since that’s not going to happen he decides he should at least get Geralt smelling sweet and fresh, too. As much as he enjoys curling up to the witcher on cold nights, he far too often ends up with his face closer to his sweaty armpit than he likes.

“Oh, Geralt!” he calls over to him and starts to wade through the water toward him. “That stuff isn’t doing you any favors at all, why don’t you try this? It’s something I picked up back in--oh shi--!”

Between one step and the next, the soil of the riverbed drops out from beneath his feet. It’s so unexpected that Jaskier goes right under and loses his grip on his soap and wash cloth as he flails around trying to figure out what the hell happened. His feet do touch bottom and he kicks himself up, breaking the surface of the water with a sputtering curse before he goes back under.

He does this twice more before there’s a log of an arm right in front of him and he wraps his arms around it and clings on for dear life. He spits and coughs and wastes entirely too much breath on cursing the unpredictable wilds. Jaskier shakes his head roughly and blinks water out of his sore eyes to squint up at Geralt, who is just standing there…in chest-deep water and of course, he’s a fucking idiot. Of course he’d be standing in a deeper part, the massive bastard.

“Don’t know how to swim?” Geralt asks, seemingly content to keep his arm out to keep the bard afloat. He does look concerned, at least Jaskier thinks he sees blurry wrinkles on blurry-Geralt’s forehead. “Are you all right, Jaskier?”

“Why would I know how to swim!” He shrieks it a little louder than he intended, but his pride is wounded and he lost his expensive soap and it’ll be months before they’re in a city here he can get another one. He just wanted to do something nice! “Now my soap is gone and I’m going to have to use that awful stuff you use and I’m going to smell like some..some..”

Geralt brings around his free hand and nestled up against the plain brick of soap in the middle of his broad palm is not only his little bar but also the cloth, which he offers to Jaskier. He isn’t even hiding his big, dumb smile now which means the look on Jaskier’s face must truly be priceless.

“You saved it,” Jaskier states, his brain doing backwards somersaults as it recovers from all this emotional whiplash. He makes no move to take it or let go of the arm that is his lifeline. “Oh. Thank you. Would you like to borrow it?” Now Geralt looks surprised, which makes him hasten to add, “It’s only that your soap is so boring, really, and I thought you might like to try it. I don’t mind, that’s why I was coming over to you but now of course it could be my thanks for you once again saving my life. That’s convenient, don’t you think?”

“It’s too strong,” is all Geralt says in reply as he slowly starts wading back to shore, Jaskier being carried along like a stick.

“Too strong?” Jaskier gasps, offended, and tries to twist himself so that Geralt can see and truly appreciate the look and see his wounded look.

The witcher doesn’t even look down. “Most monsters and creatures have a good sense of smell, why do you think I always try to leave you back at camp?”

His automatic response is to flail and he drops under the water for a brief moment before throwing his hands out to grasp Geralt’s arm again. “I do not stink!”

“It’s a nice stink, which is why it’s a poor choice for hunting. Are you going to stand up now or am I to drag you all the way back to shore?” Geralt has stopped walking, which Jaskier finally notices. And from his position floating on his back in the water he also notices that he is now about hip height with the witcher.

If the water were just a little lower…Jaskier shakes the thought from his mind before it can settle and he embarrasses himself even further. Still holding onto Geralt’s arm he pushes his legs down, feet pointed and toes searching until they finally settle in the dirt. He’s in up to his chest here and resists the urge to climb to safety up Geralt’s back; Jaskier knows he can’t get away with that too often and he doesn’t want to run out of chances so soon.

“Can I at least wash your hair?” he blurts out before he can change his mind. He can see Geralt tilting his head back to roll his eyes but he continues on anyway. “It’s just been so long since either of us have had a good bath and if my hair was awful then your gorgeous locks must be in a very sorry state. Your habit of ending up covered in blood and guts does you no favors. And it’s easier for someone else to get the back. Please? I’ll even use your awful soap.”

“How are you going to wash my hair?” Geralt asks in an exasperated tone, looking down at him. “I’m not putting you on my shoulders.”

Jaskier gives a relieved smile because that isn’t a no. He takes the lead now, keeping his grip on Geralt’s arm and leading them farther into the shallows. “You sit your precious bottom down and I wash, that’s how.”

It always surprises him when Geralt lets him drag him around, how for all his huffing and humming he lets Jaskier take him to where the water is shallow enough for him to sit and let him get a good look at that long white hair of his. This is the only time when he’s actually taller than the witcher and even now it’s just barely. The hair actually looks quite clean, if tangled, but Jaskier’s not going to say so and lose this opportunity.

Geralt holds out his hand with the soaps and cloth in it and Jaskier takes the plain brick and the cloth despite his temptation. He did promise and he can be patient and take his time when he really wants to. The cloth helps lather the soap and he works it all through Geralt’s hair, using his fingers to get through the thick locks down to the scalp. He doesn’t chatter on but he does hum to himself as he focuses on his task.

In this part of the river Jaskier is only submerged up to his thighs so every now and then he catches a chill as a breeze blows through. It’s not the most pleasant but that doesn’t stop him from carefully working out each and every tangle until his fingers run through Geralt’s hair from scalp to end perfectly every time. There’s just so much of it and he longs to brush it and braid it; it’s not fair that it’s always so far out of his reach.

“All right! I think I’ve got it all, go on and dunk your head.” Jaskier pulls his hands away and Geralt leans forward to put his head under the water and runs his hands through his hair to get all the soap out. Then he sits up quickly, whipping his hair back and splashing Jaskier with enough water to have him sputtering again. “Is that the thanks I get for doing something nice! I can’t believe you, Geralt, the sheer nerve.”

Geralt glances at him over his shoulder and the next thing Jaskier knows a hand is grabbing his ankle and all too easily yanking his foot out from under him so he falls under the water. When he surfaces he gives him such a glare that immediately softens at the witcher’s quiet “Thank you, Jaskier.”

“Fine, I forgive you.” He knows he’s also terribly easy when it comes to Geralt. Something about that eternally grumpy face makes it impossible to stay mad at him. “If you ever want to return the favor you’re more than welcome.”

That gets a huff of laughter as Geralt stands, handing over the little scented soap bar he’s still holding in one hand while he rests the other on top of Jaskier’s head. The massive palm curves easily over his crown and his fingers curl against his scalp in a way that makes Jaskier’s knees weak. “I would crush your skull if I attempted that.”

He takes his hand away and takes his own soap back before walking past Jaskier to the bank. The bard doesn’t know if he’s joking or not, but either way he’s damned if he isn’t going to do his best to get those thick fingers in his hair before the year’s out.

[discopiratetanis]

Oh Goodness, this is pretty cute!! I would ask you for a number 1?? I like the idea of Geralt smelling Jaskier and enjoy his smell. Deep inside Geralt is a softie. If you ask me this will be cute! Thanks, dear

Prompt: 1. You smell really nice

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It had been two weeks since the last time they had set foot in a minimally civilized place. Because it was cheaper and because the villagers didn’t like to see witchers near if there weren’t any monsters eating their sheep. Geralt was used to that, to the wildlife, the paths through mountains, woodlands and almost endless meadows with no village in miles and miles around. 

It meant more peace.

But less money, remember that, my dear friend.

That was Jaskier would say. Monsters far away from towns were no prey for witchers. Not if the monsters didn’t attack them. Not if there was no payment after.

That was the first rule. 

That was the first thing Jaskier had to learn. Yes, tales about witchers said they didn’t kill monsters for the greatest good, but tales were tales and Jaskier knew better than anyone that all the stories, all the ballads, and all the poems were enriched with lies. One of those lies was that witchers killed all monsters even if nobody paid them. That witchers hunted down monsters without a contract, not for the greatest good but for the sake of the hunt. And because witchers were monsters too and the only living being able to kill a monster was, deep down, another monster.

But Jaskier also knew Geralt was no monster.

And what Geralt thought about that was… It was a lie. 

The Lie.

Still.

Brown and golden leaves covered the forest ground forming an orange and yellowish mantle, sometimes dark and putrid where the fungi devoured the dead remains of other plants. There was a pleasant semi-silence, broken by the creaking of the leaves under boots and hooves, Roach’s occasionally huffs, and the chirps of the afternoon last birds. Geralt was walking beside Roach, guiding her by the bridles, waiting for the night to set the camp. Jaskier was walking a few steps behind mare and witcher, distracted with the view of the woods under the sunset amber light. Sometimes he picked up a leaf, recited some more or less poetic phrase and then threw the leaf with drama.

And Geralt couldn’t help finding himself smiling a little.

“New song?” he asked after one of those not quite poetic phrases. 

He heard how Jaskier, in light of the question, rushed his pace for matching Geralt’s speed. The witcher curved a new and tiny, very tiny, smile that faded away before the bard could see it.

“Well, no, not really,” Jaskier replied with a grin of enjoyment. “I’m practicing, I want to describe better sights, nicer, you know? I know I lack that.”

“You think so?” Geralt couldn’t tell if that was true, all of Jaskier’s songs were the same for him. Good songs, music he had learned to admire and respect, but all the same.

“I know so,” Jaskier sounded serious and convinced, still the amusement in his voice. He let out a loud and theatrical sigh and waved his hand pointing out the woods. “Look, Geralt, isn’t it beautiful? The trees with this light, all this orange, this full spectacle of color and shades, the shimmer in the horizon shattered by the leaves and the trunks?” Jaskier trotted a little ahead and faced Geralt while walking backward and framed the witcher with both hands. “Then you, the dark contrast in all this glow, the shadow, all black and leather, all brooding silence, all stiffness, a witcher walking alongside his loyal companion.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and snorted.

“You are going to fall,” he said.

“Excuse me,” Jaskier disagreed, with the most dignified expression he was capable of performing. “But I’m not that clumsy, thank you, I'm–”

Then, as if Geralt has had seen the future, Jaskier tripped and fell on his butt. Geralt stopped and Roach neighed with happiness. This time Geralt didn’t hide a smile.

“Ha-ha, very funny, ” Jaskier growled from the ground, legs spread and hands plunged in the mantle of leaves. He whined. “Oh, Gods and Fate, the ground is wet. Geralt–” He looked up at the witcher, noticed his delightful face, and puffed out his cheeks feeling them burning. “Geralt, stop laughing at me and help me.”

Geralt shook his head and stepped towards him, offering Jaskier a hand. The bard grabbed it and got up fast as if he was a feather because Geralt could lift him with no effort. Jaskier huffed, faking being outraged, and rubbed his hands in his pants with all the pain of his heart. Geralt watched him in silence, only one step away from him, still smiling, and took a deep breath.

And then he lost himself.

It wasn’t as if he never sensed Jaskier’s scent before, of course. In fact, he was more than used to it. It was everywhere.

All the time. 

He could recognize it among a crowd of villagers who hadn’t bathed in years. He could keep track of it even if Jaskier was days ahead of him and the trail was already cold for everyone else. He could know through it if Jaskier was happy, anxious, worried, sad or satisfied among other things. He could know if Jaskier was horny and didn’t want Geralt to know it. Wich was funny because Jaskier knew witchers could see, hear and smell everything. 

Not really everything but everything.

For the rest of the people, Jaskier smelled different every day. The bard took good care of that. He would use whatever he could use to mask any scent he didn’t want to smell in himself, either were perfumes, soap, incense, oils, ointments or flowers from the road itself. It didn’t matter what.

And certainly, it didn’t matter to Geralt either. The core was always the same and that was what he liked.

“Geralt?” Jaskier’s voice, curious and inquisitive, almost caught him off-guard. Geralt closed his eyes for a second and breathed out a deep grunt. “Everything it’s okay? It’s a monster? Do you want to take another path?” The bard held his breath, looked around and gripped the strap of his lute case. “Now I can picture a new song,” he said. “The Ballad of the Bright Amber Woods, where Geralt of Rivia, the Mighty Witcher, the White Wolf, fought a dangerous and terrible…” He turned around, facing Geralt. “What monster is?”

Gerald opened his eyes and gazed at Jaskier, at his pretty blue eyes, his slightly parted pale pink lips, his face still somewhere between childhood and adulthood with soft and sharp features mixed. Geralt tilted his head a little. He smelled worried in Jaskier, alongside… wonder. He wanted to sink his face in the bard’s neck and inhale deeply, taste his scent with tongue and teeth.

“Geralt?”

“You smell really nice.” It was a whisper, a low and hoarse rumor that made Jaskier feel a shiver running down his body.

“I… what?” Jaskier babbled. Beside Geralt, Roach caressed the witcher’s hair and shoulder with her snout, huffing softly on him. Geralt curved a small smile and patted the mare’s neck. Jaskier blinked, realizing there was no monster near. “Geralt, my sweet witcher, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I haven’t had a bath for a week and a half, I can feel the dirt crawling for all my body, it’s impossible for me to smell nice right now.”

Geralt tilted his head.

“Maybe,” he mumbled. He took one step ahead and entered Jaskier’s personal bubble. He heard the bard’s heartbeat speed up in half a second and smelled his sudden nervousness that made his blue eyes glow a little more. Geralt’s gaze shifted between his eyes and his lips. Twice. “Maybe you haven’t had a bath in a long time, maybe you smell like sweat, mud, and grime. Maybe you are covered in dust. I know that what you most want right now is submerging yourself in rose water. I could feel it, it makes you want to howl in despair.” Geralt raised his free hand. Jaskier had his doublet unlaced, the chemise mid open, as always, even if those days the wind were almost cold. And Geralt knew why. He touched skin, Jaskier’s chest between pecs, and tapped once there with two fingers. The heartbeat turned out impossibly fast and Jaskier began to irradiate heat as if he were the sun. 

“But deep down, Jaskier, you smell like soft feathers, like freshly baked bread, like buttercup and daisies, like oil and wood.” Geralt narrowed his eyes a little, slowly. “Like a safe bonfire in the middle of the night. Like sweet ale. It doesn’t matter if you covered yourself in whatever cheap cologne you want to use or if you hadn’t bathed in years. That’s your core scent and that’s the smell I’ll sense on you always.”

And then Geralt, as if he had realized how much he had talked without thinking, blinked, went stiff and walked away from Jaskier with Roach huffing happy behind him. Jaskier, who was trembling without realizing it, exhaled a deep broken breath and hurried to follow Geralt.

“Wait, wait a moment,” he said out of breath, still shaking, feeling his head full of bees. “You can’t say those things and not kiss me after, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Geralt sighed, no, grunted.

“Nothing is wrong with me. I said too much, forget it,” he said.

“Of course I won’t. That was the most beautiful thing someone had said to me in my life,” Jaskier complained and then his expression softened. “And it was you who said it…”

Out of the corner of his eye, Geralt saw Jaskier biting his lower lip, and he smelled happiness, pure joy, and unconditional love. He could recognize it, it was a sweet scent. Jaskier walked beside him in a new and comfortable silence, with the last glint of bright sunlight shining in Jaskier’s hair with little and glossy yellow diamonds.

“I love you too, you know,” Jaskier said then, with a weak and confident whisper. 

Geralt kept walking without looking at him, feeling surrounded by the bard’s scent, strong, powerful and cozy. He flashed a grin. Then he said:

“Yes, I know.”

[natelia-aldelliz]

Guys imagine, Roach died, before the creation of 141, but Soap is able to see his ghost. He was originally following Ghost around, really annoyed that he was using his death as an excuse to not get close to anyone, but when he found out Soap could see him and talk to him he started following him around instead.

And they get really close, like two peas in a pod, except they have to be discreet about it because no one else can see or hear Roach, and they'd think Soap was crazy if they saw him talking to no one.

They use that for shenanigans too: Roach will go follow someone else and report back to Soap, Gaz is genuinely starting to believe Soap has superpowers or something. It's really useful on missions as well, and Soap managed to successfully rescue team members thanks to Roach being able to move through walls and everything.

(Roach is not the only ghost Soap is able to see btw, just the only one he's talking to.)

And then Roach is witnessing his past lover trying really hard to not fall in love with Soap, and Soap trying really hard to not do anything about the love he already feels, and he has to try and convince Soap that he is dead. During that conversation he finds out that something else that keeps Soap from doing something is that he feels very confused about everything because he also has feeling for Roach.

So now Roach has to try and convince him that even if he was still alive he wouldn't have a problem with that. He's known for a while that he was polyamorous, but he hadn't really dared talking to Ghost about that because he thinks he's jealous and possessive.

And Soap is like "oh yeah, you want me to go say to Ghost 'don't worry about your dead lover that I'm not supposed to know, he's actually polyamorous and also in love with me, I know because his ghost told me!' ??? I'm sure he's gonna take that well!"

But Roach is nothing if not resourceful and he manages to put Soap in situations where he's forced to interact with Ghost, and eventually they kiss and their relationship is beginning to be something. They're not really sure what.

And Roach is sad, because he has to watch the two men he loves being in love without him, yes, but at least they're both happy, and it makes him feel a bit better. And then during a mission Ghost almost dies.

Because he was alone and Soap and Gaz were together, Roach was following Ghost this time, ready to fly to Soap in an instant if there was any problems. But there was and he didn't have time, so he instinctively grabbed the gun being pointed towards Ghost's head and moved it as the person was shooting, saving Ghost's life, giving him enough time to shoot the enemy himself.

But even as the threat is eliminated, Ghost is still looking up from where he's on the ground, staring right through him, looking shocked. No, not right through him, he realises when he moves to the side and Ghost's eyes follow him. He also realises that he grabbed the gun. He's never grabbed anything before, in all his years of being a ghost.

Then suddenly Ghost's eyes move wildly around, and he figures he disappeared from his view. He can still go through the walls, but he's kept the ability to grab stuff when he wants. It gives him a ton of new possibilities, to fuck with people and, of course, to touch Soap.

"I wish you were actually alive," Soap whispers to him, holding his hands against his face as he's falling asleep.

"What the fuck," comes Ghost's voice the next morning, waking both of them up - wait, since when could Roach sleep?

Soap doesn't understand immediately, because he's always been able to see Roach. But Ghost is standing in the door, looking straight at dead past lover.

Turns out Soap is a necromancer and he had no idea, though the whole 'I can see dead people' should probably have told him sooner that he wasn't normal... The more he wishes Roach is alive, the more he actually is. And they all end up happy and together. And Gaz is very happy to have won the bet that Soap indeed has superpowers.

The day Roach says, in a wondering voice, "I... I think I'm hungry" is the day they understand that something is really happening and he's actually coming back to life.

(Also, Soap has no control at all on his abilities, he has no idea what does what and why, he knows nothing. No one knows.)

[lxvvie]

More goofball shit featuring your faves. This time it revolves around this scenario: your lover is away, you're winding down for the day, and it's that time of the week when you do your face mask. They FaceTime you (or you them, depending), you answer with the mask on, and... reactions may vary. Or something like that.

Capt. John Price - The old man is actually nonplussed about it, if only because you got him the first time he talked to you with your mask on and he damn near had a heart attack. Dropped his cigar in his lap and everything.

Gaz - "Hey, love—oh, shit—!" The call disconnects and you're laughing your ass off. You got him back for pranking you and made damn well sure you were in the dark before you answered him.

Alex Keller - He was tired and wanted to send his love before he got some shut-eye for a bit. Then he saw you and was jolted back awake. Kinda. What really happened was that he spent the next couple of seconds looking crazy as shit and wondering if that was really you. Got his confirmation when he heard your voice. Hell yeah, his ass needs some sleep.

Soap - Kinda sulks in Golden Retriever because he would really like to partake in the goodness that is skincare with you because he really needs to de-stress, his skin isn't doing too good this time around, and you're wearing one of his shirts—how could you tease him like that?! Sulks even more when he finds out you're using the Aloe Vera mask this time, too.

Ghost - You know that one person who you FaceTime and y'all just spend a few minutes looking at each other? That's you and Ghost. His mask is up past his lips so you see the stubble—god, you miss the way it brushes against your inner thigh—and he's just... staring at you. Placidly. And you're staring at his lips him. Not-so-placidly. "Nice mask, lovie," Ghost breaks the silence, and you: "Better than yours, Simon?" He snorts good-naturedly, "Not even close." Cheeky bastard.

Alejandro - Has one of the most anti-climatic reactions ever. Doesn't even miss a beat with whatever it is he's doing and tells you to get some much-needed rest. Also mentally makes a note to take you up on your offer of getting a face mask once he gets home.

Rudy - Stops himself mid-laughter. Tries to hold it in. Busts out laughing. This was after he was startled because how else was he supposed to deal with the nervous energy? "What's so funny, Rodolfo?" Oh, shit, he knows that tone—

König - König.exe is in overdrive because you're using the sheet mask he bought for you. You can't see the goofy smile but you see the way his eyes crinkle. He'll be riding this high for a couple days, give or take. You'd give a smile in return but with the way the mask is practically plastered to your face...

Horangi - He's the one who bets that you'll fall asleep with it on. Bullshit. You were just resting your eyes because you had to keep it on for 20-30 minutes.

Graves - Doesn't even bother to react because he's seen you with a face mask on more often than not. Does pull this stunt though: "Say hey to the guys, darlin'. Wish 'em luck." And there you are in all of your skin-care glory for them to see. You awkwardly say hey and one sweet soul awkwardly waves back. Go to hell, Phillip.

Valeria - Turns out she loves her some face masks as well and y'all could be twinning, babes. And then she finds out which one you're using. "Huh. Sounds familiar. That wouldn't happen to be one of the ones I purchased, would it?" Oh, look at the time, gotta run—

Roach - Hits you with the thumbs up. Until you tell him you got one just for him, too. Uh...

Keegan - Spends the better part of your conversation wondering if you're okay (if the way he keeps staring intensely is any indication) because there can only be one masked mess in this relationship and it sure as hell shouldn't be you. You then had to give him a crash course in skin care.

[hollands-poppet]

ALL WE HAVE IS NOW PT 7// TOM HOLLAND X READER

Summary: Y/N is living the Hollywood dream but is conflicted with her feelings when her old flame comes back around..

Word count: 6.3K 💛

A/N: Writing this part was interesting ahahaha but shit sort of goes down. Anyway, I hope you like this part!! I busted my ass writing it (’:

PART1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 

warnings: SMUT ALERT, REPEAT SMUT. also there is cussing ,angst and drama, also I sort of proofread this but not really so yeah

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“Don’t worry darling, I got you covered.” Tom gives you a grin, and pulls you out of his flat. Your hands intertwining as you make the way to the car waiting for you both outside, Y/N not getting the chance to see the negative test that lies in the trash can in Tom’s bathroom.

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The drive to the hotel was a bit awkward between Y/N and Tom, they hadn’t spoken since the night before. It was about a 40 minute drive til they reached the hotel, and Y/N had still was jittery about taking a test that she didn’t know what the result was. As of now, she thought she was pregnant and she was going to stick to that.

“So,” Y/N clears her throat, “How was your morning?” She crosses her legs and looks at Tom who is looking out the window, into the city, “It was alright, just went to the gym and did some other things.”  

Y/N purses her lips, and she can’t stand the awkwardness in the car, “Look, I’m so sorry about all of this.” Tom doesn’t respond, his eyes stuck looking out of the window. He wanted to be upset about all of it but for some reason he couldn’t, you being pregnant wasn’t exactly the plan but you were here. He wanted nothing but all of you, he didn’t know if he could share you but he knew that you would still be his regardless.

“Tom, are you gonna say anything?” She hugs herself, feeling some type of nervousness through her body, “Please say something.” He runs his fingers through his hair, and leans forward with his elbows landing on his knees, “I believe that you didn’t know about your birth control expiring. It’s my fault too.” He brings himself backup to his seat, and looks into Y/N’s eyes, “I should’ve still used a condom.” No matter how mad he wanted to be, her Y/E/C eyes always looked so honest and it was almost like he was falling in love with her all over again.

Y/N rolls her eyes, not in annoyance but she told him that it was okay. He should be mad at her, so she moves her hand to his thigh, and lightly squeezes it, “But-” He quickly holds your hand that rests on his, and looks at you “Darling, it’s okay. We’ll figure out. I’ve been fighting for you since day 1, this isn’t going to change anything.”

Y/N blushes, and Tom notices. He takes in all of you, he studies your eyes, your smile, and he’s always loved you. Y/N let’s go of his hand and places her hand on her lap, and he was so happy to finally have you here with him. Even though she wasn’t going to admit it, in this moment she knew she was in love with him too. Tom has always wanted you both to be endgame, He just wanted to make sure you did too.

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As soon as you walk into the hotel room, you’re greeted by Zendaya with a big hug, “oh my god, Y/N! I missed you so much!” You stay in Z’s embrace, your chin lies on her shoulder, and you take in her presence. Your best friend was back home, and you almost felt alone so having Zendaya around felt heart-warming.

You let out a light sigh, “Me too, you look so good.” Zendaya’s hair is pulled back, and is currently in the baking process for her makeup. She is in a white robe, and some slippers while Y/N is still in her workout clothes.

Zendaya notices Tom’s awkward posture behind you both, both of his hands lie in his pocket while he watches Y/N in the dark beauty’s arms. He wants so bad to hug her that way but he had to work up to that, and he hoped tonight would bring them closer together again.

He makes eye contact with Zendaya, and then runs his fingers through his hair, “Well, I’m gonna start getting ready.. I’ll leave you two to catch up.” Z knew of Tom’s plan but had no idea of what was really going on. He turned around on his heel and went straight into the room next door to get ready of the premiere.

Y/N feels almost flustered by everything going on and begins to sob. This brings Z to immediately pull away, “Y/N, what’s wrong?” You shake your head, “Nothing,” you wipe away a tear, “Just stressed.” At that moment, Law Roach walks into the room and interrupts the two of you, “Okay, we need to get Y/N into makeup as soon as possible and Daya, you need your makeup finished.” He notices Y/N sobbing, “Girl, what is it now?”

Zendaya quickly turns to look at Law, and widens her eyes, “Law!” Y/N stands behind Z while her friend lightly scolds her stylist. He flips his hair and pushes his glasses up his nose, “Well, I’m just asking. She be acting pitiful.” They all stand in the room, tension rising but he was right Y/N thought. You were being such a Debby downer, so you decide to just come out with it, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Both Zendaya and Law’s heads snap at you, you stand with your arms crossed looking down. Law breaks the silence, “I’ll be in the restroom if y’all need me.” He flips his hair and leaves the room, while Z covers her mouth, “You’re serious?” You nod, “Yeah, I think so. I took a test and it was positive.” You don’t bring up the test you took before arriving but your friend visibly notices your doubt.

“Y/N, are you sure?” Y/N takes a seat on her bed, and takes off her nike sweater, “No, I’m not. I took another test before coming here, and I didn’t get to see what it said.” Z grabs Y/N’s forearms and drags her up from her seat, “We’ll talk while you shower.” You’re thrown into the restroom while Z takes a seat in front of the vanity that is on the other side of the room while the make-up artist continues to beat her face.

Law is lowkey living for the tea but leaves the restroom to lay out your outfit for the carpet. You step into the shower, and close the curtain. You undress in there, and throw your clothes over the pole that holds the curtain and then finally turn on the water, and you hear Z’s voice echos into the shower, “How did Tom take it?” The cold water hits your skin, and you let out a light gasp, then the water turns into a lukewarm and let it hit your face, you talk through the water “I don’t know, I expected him to be more upset.”

Y/N begins to scrub herself down when she hears Z again, “He didn’t seem that upset this morning when-” you’re scrubbing down your face with soap when you didn’t hear her finish her sentence, “Zendaya?” You let the water hit your face, and you wipe the soap off of your face and bring the shower curtain to the side still hiding your nude body.

You see her avoiding eye contact with you, “What happened this morning? Tell me, Z!!” She is looking up at the ceiling as the artist is wiping away the powder from her under eyes, “Look, he didn’t seem upset when we went to go get you a look for the carpet.” You bring your head back into the shower, and let the water from the shower hit your head, the water running down your face. Z continues, “He loves you Y/N.. like a lot.”

Y/N stops scrubbing herself down, and smiles. She already knew that, if he didn’t none of this would be happening. You bring your hands to the water turners and turn off the water, your roll your hair and make sure all excess water falls off your locks.

Z’s hand pops into the shower holding a towel, and you grab it and wrap yourself quickly. Y/N tugs the shower curtain open, and there she is, hair did and makeup done. “Just let me ask you something..” Her hand sticks out, and you take hold of it so that you don’t slip coming out of shower. “Do you want to be with him?” You re-adjust the towel that hangs from your chest and you really think about it.

You knew you loved him, he’s your possible baby daddy but actually claiming someone is so different. This is one of the biggest things that you couldn’t come to deal with, and you knew your answer but before you could tell Z, you’re interrupted by Law.

“If you want to go out looking like a mess then keep on talking but I suggest you get your butt in that makeup chair.” He stands at the doorway with his arms crossed, he’s so sassy but he knows what he’s doing. You look back at Zendaya who is looking down at her phone, “I’ll be back, Haz wants to talk to me.”

Y/N gasps, “What? Are you guys a thing now?” Z shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know, I mean.. we’re definitely vibing.” She begins to walk towards the door, and when you were about to compliment her and Haz, she threw a shot “We ain’t pregnant so we’re taking it slow.” She looks over her shoulder and laughs, Y/N lets out a shocked laugh as you stare at her from the vanity mirror. That was cold but a good comeback.

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Your hair and makeup was simple, your hair tucked behind your ears with loose curls, and a neutral look with a nude lip. As the artist is finishing your face with setting spray, you feel your phone begin to vibrate on your lap, you seen Manny on your screensaver.

“Hey Manny, what are you doing up?” The time difference was about 8 hours apart, your best friend should be asleep by now. You hear her laugh on the other line, “I should be dreaming but you won’t believe what I just busted my ass for.” Law comes up behind you in the vanity, “Motha, we’re running short on time we need to get you in your dress.” You get up from the makeup chair and keep the phone pressed to your ear while you walk to the next room, “What did you do?”

She clears her throat, “Well, I had to kiss major ass but I got you a 3 movie deal contract which includes…” and it’s almost like Manny’s words aren’t even being said in your ear, you can hear everything she is saying but you can’t make out it out because you’re distracted at the dress that is lying out on in front of you. It’s a red fitted dress, off the shoulder and it’s just along the line of your taste.

“Hello? Y/N?! Did you just hear what I said?” You clear your throat, “No, I didn’t. Sorry, I’m so..” there is a pause, “I’m just distracted by this dress that Zendaya got me..”

Then out comes the dark beauty from the door entrance, “Actually Tom picked that one out, I just approved it.” She is wearing some green pants with a red long sleeve top with some flamingos, it seems like this event is a little more casual than usual.

Your jaw drops as your look back at Z, she just lets out a small grin while she is putting on an earring. You put the phone to your shoulder and hold it with your ear as you pick the dress up in your hands, it really is a beautiful dress. Tom knows you so well is the only thought that could come to your mind, and then you hear your best friend on the phone, “Y/N! This is important!” You set the dress back down, “What is it?” You’re sort of listening but not really.

“If you sign this contract, you get to do Wicked.” You take a seat next to the dress, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not, there is a catch though.” The make up artist begins to rub lotion that has glitter on your legs, you wait for her to respond, it’s almost as she is nervous to tell you.

“You’re going to have to work with Timothee.” Yikes, that sure brought you down a bit. You didn’t know if that was the best thing, you literally broke his heart and Universal wanted you to work with him. “Manny, you know I can’t-”

“Listen, I know it sounds bad but Wendy ripped you a new one on TV the other day. This would clear up all rumors, you would have Tom’s baby at that point and everything would be fine. They would want you to film as soon as possible before your bump starts showing, or they’ll wait for you after.”

“And where in that do you think Tom would be okay with me working with Timothee?” You want to rub your face so bad but you have makeup on, you notice Law motion to you that you need to get dressed. You stand up, and the makeup artist begins to put the glitter lotion your chest and shoulders, Manny continues her shpiel “Tom is an actor, there has to be a silver lining somewhere in there. And this is your career, not his.”

You click your tongue, “I have to think about it.” Law unzips the dress and you slip your feet through the top of the dress, the towel still hanging from your chest and the makeup artist applying the lotion on your back.

“Well, there isn’t much time to think.” You roll your eyes, you were super done with this conversation, “I have to go Manny, I don’t have an answer for you right now.”

“Fine. You’re welcome by the way, I’m gonna get some sleep while you live it up out there with Tom.”

“Manny, don’t be that way. Hello? Manny?Manny?” She had hung up on you, you started to feel bad. All she was trying to do was help you but it was true but you didn’t have an answer for her right now. You needed to figure out what was going on with Tom and your pregnancy first. You’ll call her later, she would probably ignore your call anyway.

Before you knew it, the dress was slipped on perfectly and Law threw on some black louboutins to go with it. You walk back into the restroom, and you’re feeling yourself. As you stare at yourself in the vanity, the brown haired boy appeared over your shoulder, “Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful.” You turn around and immediately compliment him on his taste, “Thank you for the dress, its stunning.”

He walks towards you, “I remember seeing you in the blue dress at that award show, and you looked beautiful with that off the shoulder look.” His finger lightly graces across your shoulder blade as his moves one of your curls behind your neck, his touch gives you chills. Tom is wearing some black jeans with some boots and a black leather jacket. The only pop of color he is wearing is his black button up that has some kind of white floral design on it, he looks so good though. His locks slick backed, and his eyebrow combed up, you both were different people now but still so in love.

“I’ll pay you back for it.” Y/N turns back around to face the vanity and runs her hands down her waist, and Tom comes up behind her, “You know I won’t take your money, love.” His left hand comes up to your hip, and you feel him getting closer. The gap between you becoming smaller, and you decide to close it by turning around and you bring Tom closer to you by tugging on his jacket. You’re about the same height as him with your heels, so your eyes were leveled, you sigh in frustration “What are we gonna do?”

His hand creeps up behind your neck, bringing you nose to nose “ Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe we can finally have our happy ending” Y/N and Tom both know in this moment that they both are in love with each other, their lips gravitating towards each other.

Nothing in this moment existed but Y/N and Tom. Nothing Manny had just told her mattered, her career or his. They both wanted nothing more in this moment than each other, tension is high and lips about to touch when Z interrupts, “That’s going to be bad when your lipstick is smeared all over your face, just wait till the night is over.” She passes the both of them, and grabs a lipstick from the vanity, “Come on, Spider-Man can’t be late.”

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The limo space to the event was insane, you and Tom sat next to each other, Haz and Zendaya across from both of you. You can’t help but bite your bottom lip every time you glanced at the duo, you couldn’t believe that the night you saw her in Tom’s bed was the night she was actually trying to impress Harrison. This isn’t exactly how you imagined this to end up but maybe this was meant to happen like Tom had said.

The hardships were rough you’d admit, after the whole incident it was rough without him. You had met Timothee who you did fall in love with but you knew by not giving him your all that he wasn’t the one. Maybe you both could be friends, shit if you took Universal’s deal you were gonna have to be friends. If she even took this deal, she didn’t know if Tom was going to be okay with it. Did you want to be with him? Yes. You were having his baby that was a fact. But were you going to deny the deal because you were afraid he was he going to be mad? No. Well maybe. You didn’t know.

Haz knocks you out of your trance when you hear him say it was time to jam in the car, he connects his phone to the aux, “What do you wanna jam out to?” Tom pulls out his chapstick from his pocket, and starts applying “Something good mate, something we can all sing to,” You and Zendaya stare at the blonde as her looks through his phone and he lets out a devilish grin, “I found a bop.” Then after about 2 seconds, Zendaya’s song Replay starts playing.

Z’s eyes almost pop out of her socket, “OH MY GOD! STOP! TAKE IT OFF RIGHT NOW!” Harrison has the phone in the air out of her reach, you and Tom are dying laughing.

“Why are you freaking out, Z? It really is a bop?” You start singing along to her lyrics, you and Tom singing her lyrics in sync. She stops hassling and moves away from Haz, “Fine, don’t talk to me for the rest of the day Harrison.”

“Oh, love. I was just joking!” He scoots over to her but she is giving him a cold shoulder, her arms and legs are crossed, “No, Osterfield. Don’t try it.” Her song still playing, Haz rolls his eyes “Fine, I’ll change it.” Her song still playing in the background, and abruptly changes to Wait by Maroon 5. The change in song immediately changes Zendaya’s mood, and she elbows Harrison lightly, “Don’t ever do that again.” She laughs and gives him a light kiss on the cheek, and quickly wipes off the lipstick from his cheek.

Y/N and Tom immediately look at each other, and make grossed out faces, you both weren’t used to the PDA from your friends. You look outside the window, and start listening to the song.

Let me apologize

I'll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times

Your love, I don't wanna lose

I'm beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', I'm beggin' you

Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?

And right at that moment, your hand lands on Tom’s hand and you turn to look at him who was already looking at you. You both intertwine your fingers, where they fit perfectly, and everything from your past didn’t even matter anymore just you two.

It wasn’t long before you got to the carpet, you waited to get out last so that attention wouldn’t be on you. You didn’t want to stray away from Tom’s moment, this was his movie. This was insane, you were so happy for him, he had worked so hard for all of this.

You wait in the truck until you spot Tom’s mom arriving on the carpet as well, and that’s when you decide to get off. As your foot steps onto the carpet, you yell “Nikki!” And once she sees you she makes her way towards you along with Paddy.

“Y/N, you look gorgeous.” You make a slight pft noise, as you could ever be as beautiful as Queen Nikki, “Me? You look stunning, Nikki!” She waves it off, and lets out a slight giggle, “We both look great.” You nod in agreement and greet Paddy as well, he was feeling a bit under the weather so he wasn’t his usual cheery self.

You stand off on the side with Harrison and Tom’s family as Tom and Zendaya take photos with the rest of the cast. You could hear the paparazzi calling your name as you stand off to the side, so you hide behind Harrison wanting to keep attention off of you. Y/N pulls out her phone and starts looking through her Instagram, and in her feed a photo of Timothée appears.

He looks better, the bruise and swollen eye gone from his face. How could he be so happy after what you did to him but you remember what he told you that night in the hospital to be happy yourself. He let you go so that you could be with Tom, and maybe all that sadness and stress really did lead up to this.

Yeah, being pregnant wasn’t ideal but shit happens but it’s all about who it happens with. I’m If Timothée was happy through all the bullshit you put him through, then why was it so hard for you just to be happy too?

That’s when your phone is snatched out of your hands, as you look up it’s Tom putting it in his pocket, “Come on darling, come take a photo with me.” Y/N shakes her hands, “No, Tom. This is your movie, I can’t.”

Tom caresses both of your hands in his hands, and looks at you with his brown puppy eyes, “For me, please. You started this journey with me.” You shrug your shoulders and smile, even though during the filming of this movie was torture for you it felt nice to have Tom want you a part of this right now. Something about him wanting to take photos of you felt so inviting to his heart, maybe this is what you wanted. All you knew right now in this moment, is that you were happy. You were happy to be here.

Y/N is led by Tom, your fingers intertwined together as your right hand holds onto his forearm. She keeps her head down to avoid the flashing lights, she studies Tom’s boots when he comes to a stop. His hands wrap around her waist, and her left arm rest behind his neck, and her hand on his chest. You didn’t really like taking photos for the press but you felt so safe in this moment with him.

They both slowly walk down the carpet together, Y/N giving an over the shoulder look while in Tom’s arms. She couldn’t even hear the paparazzi’s questions that’s how secure she felt with him, and as she brings her face back into his view he was already staring at her. Not like a creepy stare but he was just so mesmerized by her, how her confidence was glowing and how she was carrying herself tonight. He knew how uncomfortable she would usually be but he couldn’t read that on her right now.

“What are you looking at?” She says as she moves a curl back to her neck. Tom looks down for a second while he lets out a low laugh, when he brings his head back up his tongue runs across his bottom lip and he brings his lips to your ear. His face is hidden from the cameras as he whispers to you, “I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now.” As he pulls away, you catch him wink at you before he smiles back at the cameras. You smile as you let out a shy chuckle knowing that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

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Y/N’s feet were aching as the event went on, she just wanted to go back to Tom’s and sleep, this time change was still hard to adjust to. You were by Tom’s side the whole night, and you decided to just ask him if you could take the limo back, “Tommy?”

He almost choked on his beer from you calling him by his nickname, “Yes, darling.” You pat his back to help his coughing, “Do you mind if I go back to your place, this time change has me all jacked up.” Tom places his drink on a table and rolls up his sleeves, “I’ll go back with you love, I’ll just tell Harrison and Z to take an Uber back to there hotel.” Y/N places her hand his chest, “Tom, we can’t do that to them.”

His hand grabs Y/N by the waist and leads her to their vehicle, it was a lengthy exit because Tom kept getting stopped by producers and guests at the event. You were stopped by some guests to take selfies here and there but you didn’t rush Tom when he was talking to some important people on the way out. Nikki approached you two and said her goodbyes as well, she also mentions that she scheduled a doctor’s appointment and that she would accompany you if you would have her. You were more than happy for her to come along with you, Tom was probably going to be busy doing something anyway for the Spider-Man press.

As soon as you reached the inside of the limo you popped off your heels, “Thank fuck, my feet are killing me.” Tom slides in and pulls out his chapstick, “Don’t you usually take Advil before wearing heels?” You throw the heels a foot away from you, you crinkle up your toes and roll your ankles while you stare him down, “I can’t take that if I’m pregnant, you div.”

He puts his chapstick away, and crosses his arms, “Oh, that’s right. I keep forgetting.” You let out a giggle, “Well you won’t forget when I’m huge and there is a ball coming out of my stomach.” He slides on over next to you, and pokes your stomach lightly, “You know, you being pregnant..” he takes a deep breath in, “sort of scares me.” He sighs, “Well to be honest, it scares me a shit ton.”

Y/N lets out a crooked smile, “Yeah, me too.” His hands creep up to your neck and then your cheeks, “But I wouldn’t want to experience this with anyone else but you.” Her hands creep on his, her hands holding onto his as he holds her cheeks, tears slowly flowing to her eyes, “I want you Tommy, love me please.” And without thinking twice, his lips are on yours. His hands moving from your cheeks to your waist, he brings you to sit on top of him. Your knees on both side of his thighs, his hands bring up your dress exposing your ass.

Their kisses becoming more intense, their kisses involving more tongue. You find yourself wanting more, your bringing your kisses down his neck while his hands are trying to find your zipper but you pull away and slowly slip between his knees, “Wait, let me first.”

 Your hand slowly drags down between his midriff and your hand reaches his growing bulge. Your hands start unbuttoning his jeans, you make eye contact as Tom stares at you with his puppy dog eyes. He helps you slide down his jeans so that his dick can come out.

“I’ve never wanted you more than I do now, Tommy.” Your tongue licks the precum of his dick as he lights out a slight whimper, “fuck y/n, I love you so much.” 

You begin to bob your head, taking him in you deeper and deeper each time. His dick aching in your mouth after every time you took him in, his whimpers getting louder each time, your name rolling off of his tongue as hold his dick in your mouth.

Tom fingers slide against your cheeks causing you to look up at him. He takes in your Y/E/C, you were so beautiful. How could you be so perfect for him? His moans and whimpers becoming louder as you take him in faster and faster. 

You bring one of your hands down to your pussy, and feel the wetness forming from being turned on by your man. Your fingers find your clit as you suck Tom’s cock, your rub yourself as you pull him out of you to breathe in some air.

Your hand holding his dick as your other hand is playing with your pussy, and you felt Tom’s cock pulsing getting faster as you bobbed your head. His hands intertwined with your hair as you took him in, “fuck, y/n, I’m close!” You wanted him to fuck you so bad but you were okay with making him feel this good, you wanted this.

 You take his dick out of your mouth, while you still pump his cock with your hand, “It’s okay, do it.” You bring his dick back into your mouth and bob your head at a consistent pace, and finally his hands grip the limo seats and his moan is loud, “Y/N, fuck!”

You feel his cum fill your mouth, and you swallow it. It’s almost bittersweet but you took in everything he let out. You lick his tip cleaning off the last of it, and you removed your fingers from your clit. Tom notices as he brings hand that you used to rub yourself to his mouth. 

He licks your fingers clean, “Is all that wetness for me darling?” He licks your fingers clean as you both keep eye contact. You bring your mouth to his and you both share a sloppy kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Tom picks up Y/N by her waist and lays her down on the limo floor. His kisses finding her neck as his fingers linger down to her pussy. He sucks on your neck as his fingers move aside your wet panties, his fingers playing with your clit. Your arch your back as his fingers find his way inside you, pumping slowly as your moan his name, “Tommy..don’t tease me.” His fingers still moving in and out of you, “I’ll get there darling.”

He begins to slide his tongue down between your cleavage and then brings his lips to kiss your pussy. His tongue meets your lips, at first he is slow with your hands playing with his hair. 

You find yourself panting as his tongue swirls around your core, your hands moving from his hair to yours. His fingers move inside of you as his tongue still flicks your clit, you feel your high coming as Tom’s tongue and fingers speed up. “Tom, I’m gonna-”

He pulls his mouth away as his fingers move in and out of you, “Cum for me, Y/N.” You let out a loud pant, as your back arches even higher. You feel your release as your hands move up to your hair, and you moan out Tom’s name, you bite your bottom lip as you come down from your high.

 He comes up to you, licking the remaining wetness from your core off his lips, and he brings his head to rest on your neck. The sweat from your bodies sticking you both together, you move a sweaty curl that sticks to his forehead, “Tommy?” He lets out a low hum as he holds you tighter, “I love you.”

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When the morning came, Tom was already gone from his bed, he had to an interview with Zendaya to promote his film. You both had fallen asleep once you got back to his flat, you both were so tired the night before that you agreed that you both would go out tonight. You reach for your phone, and see a text from Tom,

It was hard to leave bed this morning, I love you darling. I’ll see you tonight. xx

You also see another text from Manny,

I need that answer soon.

You really can’t process the message but it suddenly feels like you get butterflies in your stomach that causes you to become somewhat nauseous so got up from the bed, and ran to the restroom. While you’re in the bathroom, you hear a knock come from the door while your hands hold onto the toilet seat, “Y/N, are you alright? It’s me, Nikki.” 

As you’re on your knees, you let out a low “Come in.” She enters and immediately pulls back your hair back, “Do you want some water?” Even though you still haven’t thrown up you nod your head yes, and in that moment you remember the pregnancy test you had taken the day before. You look over to the trash that you threw the test in and see that it is empty.

When Nikki enters back in with water, you frown your eyebrows “Nikki, do you know who emptied out the trash in here?” She hands you the water, and lightly pats your back “Oh, I took it out darling. The garbage truck passed today so I threw it in with the rest of it.” 

You just nod your head, and take the cup from her, “Oh I see, it’s okay. I think I threw away my travel size shampoo but it’s okay.” Nikki lets out a light chuckle, “Don’t worry, Tom has plenty of shampoo for you to use.”

You smile as you try to forget about that test, it was pointless. You were obviously pregnant, you were here about to gag your whole life out. “Hopefully the doctor can suggest something to help with your nausea. I’ll be waiting in the car for you.” She exits the restroom and you get up and stand in front the mirror in Tom’s restroom. You’re wearing one his plain black shirt and pajama pants, the only thing you change are your pants to leggings. You keep his shirt on as you go back to the room and throw on baseball cap.

The car ride to the doctor was cool, you and Nikki talked about future work possibilities. She was actually quite supportive when you told her about the Universal deal but she understood how working with Timothee put you in an uncomfortable position.

 And then she brought up how the doctor you’re visiting delivered all of Nikki’s sons, that was kind of cool. The hospital was cold, and once you and Nikki entered the room, the ultrasound table was all set up. You both waited in the cold room for the family doctor, and as soon as he enters, your arm hairs shoot up from being so nervous.

He introduces himself and greets Nikki, claiming that he hasn’t seen her since he’s delivered Paddy. “Okay Y/N, I’m gonna have you lie down on your back, and we’ll get this ultrasound going.” You lie on your back, and lift up Tom’s shirt and reveal your bare stomach. 

The jelly that squirts out from the bottle is cold, rest your hands on your sides as the doctor moves the probe around your stomach. You study his face as he frowns, he continues to move the probe around but stops after about two minutes.”

He lets out a light sigh, and gives you a towel to wipe off the excess jelly, “I can’t detect a heartbeat… and I also don’t see a baby in the womb.” Y/N looks confused, and takes a look at Nikki and then back at the doctor, “What do you mean? I took a test and it was positive.” You sit up and continue your defense, “I’ve had the symptoms, I was nauseous this morning.” He takes a seat in front of you, “You’re more than likely experiencing a hysterical pregnancy. You probably believed you were pregnant so badly that your body started mimicking pregnancy symptoms.”

Nikki immediately grabs your hand, you gasp in disbelief and water starts to flood your eyes. You came back here because you thought you were pregnant, and now that you’re not this changed everything.

A/N: wow, I swear if I leave off on another cliffhanger, I’m gonna shoot up my Tumblr lmaoo. Anyway, I truly hope you enjoyed this chapter! WHAT IS Y/N GONNA DO? ALSO TIMOTHEE IS BEING BROUGHT UP AGAIN, IS THIS SOMETHING YOU GUYS WANT TO SEE MORE OF? Also feedback from y’all really helps me navigate the story so please flood my inbox haaha. -AMY 💛💛💛 (I don’t think I missed anyone on the tags but if I did, let me know please and if they dont work im so sorryyyyyyy.)

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My Gift Is You - One-Shot

Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x OC 

Summary: Ghost walks around his house with the greatest gift he ever received, his daughter! 

A/N: After a conversation with my friend, I decided to write this cute little fluffy one-shot about Ghost and My OC Liz Walker. I do have a Ghosts/141 slash fic in the works that will feature both of these characters. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Words: 1,094

Can also be found on FF and Ao3 

Simon was walking around his living room showing his 7 month old daughter Faith the pictures on the wall. It was the middle of the night and the little one didn't think sleep was a good idea at the moment. Every time Simon would put her back in her crib she would cry. 

He walked over with Faith in his arms and pointed at one of the group photos that was taken before an op. "That man right there is your uncle Soap. He's my best mate, who happens to be your godfather." 

Simon looked down at his little girl to see her smiling up at him. His own blue eyes staring back at him. "The man next to him is Captain John Price. I don't think you liked him since you spit up on him when he held you. He didn't like that very much." 

Faith started to babble as she looked up at her father. Like she was starting a conversation all on her own. He looked down at her with pure admiration and complete attention. "I agree, you should do that again." 

He pointed back at the picture again. "The man next to Price is Sandman. I don't know him very well, but he seems like a good lad. And next to him is one handsome lad that help great you. Your daddy." 

A small giggle came out of Faith that made him smile. Then he looked back up at the picture. Operation Kingfish, taken place October 8th, 2013 in the Karkonosze Mountains, Ukraine. Task Force 141 and Team Metal from Delta Force tasked together to take down Makarov. Simon scoffed then walked over to the next picture. 

He looked up at the canvas, a smile forming on his lips. "That numpty right there is Roach. He's never holding you again after that little incident. And that beautiful women right there is your mum." 

Simon's face soften as he looked at the picture. Corporal Liz Walker, former Ghost now apart of TF141. She was one of the best soldier's he's seen in his career, fierce and loyal to a fault. And he couldn't deny how beautiful she looked upon first glance. 

Their love wasn't something to happen over night, it took weeks to form. And even longer to admit, to each other and oneself. No matter how much he tried to deny his feelings for her, he always found himself with her. Whether in the rec-room or on an op. If it wasn't for the near death experience in the Caucasus Mountains that rendered him, Liz and Roach in the infirmary he wouldn't have mentioned his true feelings to her. 

Thankfully Liz shared them and they ended up together. She became his rock, the light of his life. Liz showed him true love, and that even with someone with as much baggage as him could still be loved with vigor. Marriage, a family was never in Simon's plans. He figured he would spend the rest of his life in the service, or die out in the field. 

That's what he thought his life would be, but the universe had other plans. Now looking down at his baby girl in his arms, someone he helped bring into this world made him proud that his other plans didn't fall through. His kissed Faith on her forehead and went to go sit down on the couch. 

He sat her up on his lap, each hand on her side supporting her so she was facing him. She was wearing her purple pajamas that said 'daddy's princess' on the front of them. He watched her play with her pacifier for a moment then glanced out the window. Another snow storm was happening outside. He wasn't much of a fan of snow, but he couldn't wait until Faith was old enough to go out and play in it. To make snowmen and snow angels with her. And maybe even start a snowball fight with Roach or Liz. 

Simon turned his attention back to Faith. He pushed back some of her dark brown hair out of her eyes. "You look like your mummy. You know that Faith?" 

"And your daddy." 

He looked up to see Liz leaning against the doorway to the living room. She smiled at him, then joined him on the couch. Faith leaned over with her arms out wanting her mother. Liz easily picked her up and placed her on her lap. 

"We didn't wake you did we?" 

"No you didn't. When I didn't see you in bed I was worried you had another nightmare and was down here by yourself." 

Simon looked down at his hands, then sighed. Liz placed her hand on top of his, making him look at her. "Simon we've been through so much together. I don't care if I have to spend the night awake with you, even if we have a child to take care of." 

"I know love. I didn't have one, I haven't had one in a long time. Faith just didn't want to go back to sleep after I changed her nappy." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. 

"I'll take your word for it." She glanced out the window to see the snow falling. "It's snowing again. It looks so pretty." 

"You're prettier!" 

"Oh shush." 

Liz chuckled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Then she settled down in his arms with Faith. She looked around to see most of the Halloween decorations still up, not bothering to put them away. Even if Thanksgiving was next week. Autumn was Liz's favorite time of year and Halloween was her favorite holiday. Her love for both made Simon love them even more. 

"We should probably take down the Halloween decoration soon. Cause I want to put the Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving." Faith rubbed her eyes and laid her head on Liz's chest. 

"Why so early?" 

"It's Faith's first Christmas I want it to be special..........and I like Christmas."

 "Whatever you say love!" 

"I know it's early but what do you want for Christmas?" 

Simon got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen without saying a word. Liz quirked a brow and waited for him to return. As he was walking back into the living room Liz could see he had something in his hand. He sat back down beside her, revealing an orange bow. He peeled off the paper to get to the sticky part then gently placed it on her head. 

"My gift is you!"