#and... that's half of why I hope I ever make that soap; cause I know it's worse when it's allergies

[ponyosmom35]

don't ever talk to her like that again

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability chapter ten!

synopsis: Ghost forgets to come by and get his wound checked and the reader confronts him in front of 141, who make fun of him. he goes to her and catches a soldier yelling at her.

warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, cursing, angsty ghost

Liability masterlist:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

The next day was busy, she worked at least 16 hours, hopping between the soldiers, tending to their wounds. All of them were kind except for one. James was the young man whom she saved with Ghost the day prior. For whatever reason he seemed to dislike her. He made comments the entire day that had been slowly upsetting her. She tried not to think about it, and even asked to switch with another medic. She didn’t want him going around to others and telling them that she was an awful caretaker. 

Things settled down around 5 pm, most of the soldiers were fast asleep. She sits dwon for the first time that day after 12 hours of work and runs her hand over her hair. Her legs were on fire, as was her neck and her back. Yet you could never tell just but looking at her. She looks down at her files and goes over them all. She updated the treatment they’d received that day. She picks up the last file, noticing that it was the partially filled-out page she had for Ghost. She was unable to find his file without knowing his name. She huffs as she remembers that she’d told him to come visit her today. She leaves the files on her desk and walks through the dining hall, she spots him sitting at a crowded table with 141 and many others. Deciding to take a break she grabs a plate and sits down next to Soap and across from Ghost. 

“ankle biter! My god it's great to see you” Soap exclaims 

“Good to see you too suds” she says pushing his shoulder, the table chuckles at her cute nickname for him.

“How you been today? Haven’t seen you take a break once” Price comments “Yeah its been busy, everyone seems to be settled now” she nods

“You’ve done such a great job here, Ghost briefed me last night. You’re a real asset kid, thanks for the hard work, hope you know its appreciated” 

“Thank you, captain, that means a lot” she nods happily, as her cheeks turn pink

“Any of em giving you a hard time?” Gaz asks “sometimes we can be stubborn after gettin hurt”

“Just one, he’s fine though, doesn’t bother me”

“Who is it?” Ghost asks roughly, his intense gaze on her. Everyone turns to him in surprise, as he hasn’t said a word the whole time. 

“Doesn’t matter, but I am curious why you haven’t stopped by today, I need to check your stitches” she says crossing her arms, eyebrows raised as she waits for his explanation. The boys exchange glances, smirks on their faces as they await his response. 

“I’m good, don’t need anything else” 

“You are on the brink of an infection, I need to clean it out again”

“It’s fine-”

“If I don’t see you in my office before lights out I’ll drag you in there myself” she warns, pointing her fork at him. 

“Better not test her mate, I hear gingers are crazy” Soap murmurs 

“Shut up Johnny” Ghost snaps 

“You have three hours Ghost, don’t push me” she half-jokes “alright boys, I better get back to it, enjoy your dinner”

“You barely ate!” Price comments 

“No time, I’ll grab something later” she smiles before leaving the table.

After she’s out of earshot the men erupt into laughter, slamming their hands on the table as they cackle. Ghost sits there with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed at Soap.

“she got your ass LT” 

“I’ve never seen a bird talk to you that way, my god I love that woman” Gaz exclaims as he wipes his tears 

“She’s got you good doesn’t she eh Ghost?” Price asks slamming his hand on Ghost’s back. 

“What makes you say that?” he questions angrily, causing them to laugh loudly once more.

“You’re killing me LT, I can’t stand it” Soap says wiping the tears in his eyes

“Let me put it to you this way mate, I’ve never seen anyone speak to you like that and walk away unharmed. You didn’t even say a word! Never would’ve thought a bird would hold you by the balls like that, I’m glad to see it though” Gaz says sincerely, Ghost shakes his head and stands up holding his empty plate. Soap and Gaz continue to giggle and he glares at them intensely, both shut up and cover their mouths to hide their laughs.

“Fucking idiots” he comments

Ghost walks over to the food and makes a plate of food, he grabs a napkin and silverware before walking to the medical bay. He could hear a loud voice yelling and frowns. He walks closer to the source and sets the food down. 

“You fucking bitch! You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, get me a new doctor!” a voice yells

“James, I know it hurts but I have to clean it out, you don’t want an infection trust me” he hears her voice explaining calmly. Ghost stays outside, knowing that she could handle herself. He knew she’d be upset if he came in and defended her. Though every part of him was itching to rip that kid’s throat out. 

“No I don’t fucking trust you! You’d rather bounce on Ghost’s dick than actually do your job!” he yells

His eyes widen at that comment and he can’t control the rage that fills his body. Ghost storms into the room, his heavy footsteps causing them to turn and look at him. 

“Ghost-” James starts, in the blink of an eye he’s standing above the wounded soldier gripping his collar and holding him up. His heart rate spikes on the machine and he ignores it. 

“You fucking insignificant bastard, how dare you speak to a woman like that?!” he demands 

“Ghost it’s fine-” she starts 

“If I hear you speak to her like that ever again I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me? I don’t give a fuck if you’re in a hospital bed, only makes it easier” he threatens 

“okay man!” James says with tears in his eyes

“This woman saved your life! You’d be rotting six feet under if it weren’t for her. Show her some goddamn respect!”

“I’m sorry!” he cries out

“You will be once I’m done with you” Ghost drops him on his back forcefully. She places a hand on his forearm, instantly catching his attention at the touch. 

“Come on, lets clean you up” she says pulling him out of the room “someone will help you soon James, hang tight” 

She leads Ghost into a spare room and closes the door behind her. He doesn’t say a word as he breathes heavily, his hands clenched as he tried to keep himself from going back and finishing the kid off. 

“Can you take off your jacket?” she asks, her voice gentle. He looks up at her, her eyes were red and she was visibly exhausted. He does as told and unzips the thick fleece provided by the force. He reveals the tight black tee shirt he’d worn underneath and she inhales a sharp breath quietly as she stares at the way his muscles pop from the shirt. This was the second time she’d seen his bare arm, and she was still in shock. Fuck he was so sexy.

“besides what just happened, Have you been keeping yourself on light duty?” she asks, seemingly trying to move past the incident that just took place. 

“Yes”

“Oh at least you followed one of my instructions” she comments sarcastically 

“Are you okay?” he asks as she begins to slowly unwrap his wounds 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“James-”

“James is a dick but you could’ve really hurt him” she says disapprovingly. 

“He can’t talk to you like that”

“Unfortunately that’s a part of the job Ghost, angry soldiers need someone to blame, often times the person in front of them trying to help”

“Still gives him no right” he grunts, she begins to clean out his wounds gently as she sighs. He says inherently apologizing for the way he treated her when she tried to help him months back.

“Then he would’ve blamed me for that too, made the rumors worse” 

“If you want me to apoligize its not going to happen” he responds 

“I don’t expect you to apoligize, I actually think it was really sweet what you did for me. Nobody’s ever defended me like that before” she muses 

“Never?” 

“No”

“You let me know if he opens his mouth again, I’ll make sure those are the last words that rat bastard ever speaks” he says, watching as her face lightens and she laughs. The sound is like music to his ears, the tense feeling in his stomach dissipating. 

“I think you’ve scarred him straight” 

“Fucker” he murmurs under his breath. 

“I’m a big girl ghost, I can handle my own” she says 

“I know you can, but I didn’t ask you to” he responds causing her to snort. “What would you have said to him?” 

“I probably would’ve warned him not to threaten the person trying to help him, sound familiar?” she asks, he laughs and nods his head. 

“very” 

“Okay you’re all set” she says, fixing his sleeve “do you want anything for the pain?”

“No” he says, standing to his feet, his large stature once more towering over her. 

He moves to the door and opens it, gesturing for her to walk in front of him. She smiles and walks into the common room, noticing a plate of food on the table. She frowns and walks over to it. “I wonder whose this is” 

“I brought it for you” he comments, watching as she looks up at him in surprise “probably cold now”

“That was really sweet, thank you” she says taking a seat as she picks at it. 

“Thank you for…” he trails off gesturing to his arm

“Anytime” she nods, watching as he turns to walk away, her eyes widen and she stands calling after him. Ghost turns, staring down at her in confusion. 

“So I know you go by Ghost but I need your real name so I can update your file” she says, his body tenses and he glares down at her, she notices and shifts uncomfortably “Its protocol, legally I can’t keep using a blank form” 

His mind races as he thinks of a way to get out of this situation. She seems to notice his distress and shakes her head. 

“You know what, I’ll talk to Price and figure it out, no problem” she says, watching as he sighs in relief. 

“Have a good night Ghost” she smiles before walking away.

-

Later that night she walks into her room, fresh out of the shower. She opens her door and notices it catching on something. She frowns and opens it all the way, noticing a file on the ground. She picks it up and opens it. At the top it read ‘Lieutenant Simon Riley’. Her heart swells as she nearly drops the file on the ground. A large smile spreads across her face as her cheeks turn pink. Simon, his name was Simon. He trusted her enough to reveal his name. 

She spends an hour filling out his medical report, unable to keep the smile off of her face. As she finishes she sets the file on her bedside table and crawls under her covers. She lays on her back, staring up at the ceiling with a smile. Her heart racing at the thought of him. Simon Riley had her wrapped around his big ass fingers. 

a/n: giggling and kicking my feet rn! I am losing my mind at this, ugh how sweet.

[captianprices40thson]

Just read you're other story, it was awesome. Can you write one with male reader being married to graves and ale and rudy flirting with m/n, but every time m/n is like I'm married but never tells hes married to graves. And one day they are making out on the couch and ale and rudy walk in and are like " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE. " and " THAT SHOULD BE ME. "

Do you have a man? I don’t see a ring on your finger

Word count: 2.3k

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Graves (jk) None really. A lot of fluff, Los Vaqueros and Graves have beef, Alejandro complains about white people (as he should), 

Notes: Wrote the vast majority of this in class while listening to IT GIRL. You know this is gonna be good. And yes, if you've submitted a request the last three days after I posted my last fic, I’ve started to work on it. Gotten a lot more than I’ve expected so I’m trying my best lol. And Anon, if you want me to rewrite this or make something different, please just ask me to, I really don't mind. I'm not too proud of this one, but I hope I've satisfied you.

(Takes place before the Graves betrayal. Reader is not part of the 141, Shadows or Los Vaqueros, but a secret fourth thing.)

“Come on, Guapo. You’re bluffing.” Alejandro smirked, crossing his arms as he spoke. You chuckled, leaning back against the truck that Rudy was loading up. This wasn’t the first time he had accused you of lying about your relationship status. If you had a dollar for each time, you’d have enough to have another wedding.

“I’m telling you, Alejandro. I’m a married man. How many more times do I have to tell you?” You confirmed for the millionth time, a stupid grin on your face. Truth be told, you didn’t half mind their flirting, it made you feel better about yourself knowing that you still got it. The fact that they refused to believe that you were married, it was sort of funny.

“I don’t see a ring.” Rudy added in after he loaded the final bag onto the truck, a know-it-all look on his face as he walked up to you too. You rolled your eyes, refusing to move from your position because you thought you looked too cool not to. “No one wears rings during active duty, Rodolfo. You see Soap and Ghost wearing theirs?” You spoke back, pushing yourself off your spot on the car for two reasons. Them being, you thought it would be cooler and Rudy was moving to open the door your foot was suffocating.

“No, Ghost wears his ring around his neck. Also I’m pretty sure Soap lost his.” Alejandro commented, making eye contact with you. It wasn’t for long because you immediately closed your eyes as you scoffed.

“Well, that’s Soap for you. I guess I just prefer to not wear mine.” You reasoned, looking over to Rudy, to Alejandro and then over to a whistle that just sounded American. That always made you smile, seeing Graves whistle his Shadows like they were dogs.

“Oh great, it’s the gringo.” Alejandro hissed, causing you to turn your head and shake it a bit.

“Hey.” You scolded him like he was a child and had just said he hated something, which was kind of true. Los Vaqueros had a sort of special hatred for Graves, perhaps it was because he was the most American man you’d ever meet, perhaps it was because he was just kind of an asshole. You’ve been trying to get them to get along, but so far it would only work on Rudy. He was the kinder of the two, it was clear.

“Alejandro. We talked about this.” Rudy chimed in, causing Alejandro to hold out his arms in disbelief. He dropped them to his sides and pointed over to Graves.

“Is it my fault he’s so white? I’m literally being blinded every time I look over at him!” He protested, causing you to chuckle a little. Rudy didn’t let himself smile, although he was internally.

“I know. It is very painful to look at him.” Rudy nodded, placing a hand on Alejandro’s shoulder and shaking his head like he was sympathising with Alejandro after he had been shot or something, not like he was complaining about white people. A valid complaint in most people’s eyes.

“I don’t even say it to any of the 141.” The taller man whisper-shouted, searching for sympathy from you. You smiled, shaking your head as you walked over to him and placed a hand on his other shoulder so you were now one big line.

“Oh yes, you’re very strong, Ale.” You patronised him, talking down to him like he was a toddler. Before he had time to punch you, Graves walked over. Sorry, not walking, strided like the sassy man he is.

“Alright gentlemen. Let’s get this show on the road. You coming with me, Y/N?” Graves smiled, looking over to you. Both Alejandro and Rudy looked over to you, knowing that you always travelled with Graves when you went to go do something. Not belonging to any of their groups, you preferred to travel with your husband.

“Ye-”

“Actually, Y/N will be travelling with us for this mission, Graves. He’s been with you every other time.” Alejandro butted in, placing his arm in front of you like you were going to run off to the man at any minute if he didn’t step in.

“You can’t just decide where he does and doesn’t go, compadre.” Graves tried to argue, but you gave him a look to say it was fine. He nodded, making a little symbol with his hands to tell you that you were to make it up to him later. You had created a lot of those symbols, knowing that it would be hard to communicate all your incredibly affectionate thoughts for one another.

Graves walked away and the three of you turned to the car. Rudy tossed the keys around in his hands, indicating you were to sit in the back because of course Alejandro always had to take shotgun if Rudy was driving.

“Who used this truck last?” Alejandro asked as he opened the passenger’s seat door, sitting down while you buckled in and Rudy turned the keys.

“Uh, It was you last, right Y/N?” Rudy asked, turning back to you. You gave them a thumbs up, your mind replaying why exactly you had used the truck last time. Makeout sessions were not easy to go on base, and the trucks had tinted windows.

“Wait what the…who the fuck did you have in here? W-Why is the seat back like that?” Rudy asked as leant back in the seat only to realise just how far back it was positioned. The taller man held the lever that would pull the seat back up for Rudy and before you could deny anything, Alejandro had something to ask..

“AND WHY DOES THIS CAR SMELL LIKE JAPANESE CHERRY BLOSSOM? WHO THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE IN HERE?” He yelled, causing Rudy to laugh to himself at seeing your guilty face.

“THAT'S JUST HOW I LIKE TO DRIVE!” You lied, trying to come up with an excuse for why the truck was like this. You were sure they didn’t believe you, but they didn’t say anything about it for a moment.

“Sureee, we believe you, love.” Rudy smiled, starting up the car and beginning to lead the rest of the group to the relocation point. You looked over at your hand in the backseat, wondering why you had chosen not to wear your wedding ring. Sure, it was impractical as hell to have on the field, but you could easily attach it to something else, like a necklace. 

“What’re you thinking about, carino? Tryna make up a personality for your fake husband?” Alejandro asked, looking back at you from his chair. You frowned, like a full on cartoon downturned face.

“He isn’t fake, forehead. And what I’m thinking of is none of your business.”

“Oh I get it. It was sexual. You were totally thinking about Rudy and I.” “Don’t drag me into this Ale.”

“You helped me dig this hole, Rudy. You’re coming in with me.”

“Why do you make everything about sex?”

“Why do you not?”

“I’m a human that respects everyone around me, Alejandro. You don't…” You decided to tune them out, it was just the same bickering every time that somehow got you roped up in it. You’d heard it all before. They’d argue about something or other and eventually they’d make up when you forced them to, which made them want to flirt with you even more. You didn’t mind the flirting…it just got a bit tiring sometimes.

________

“Hey baby.” Graves smiled as you entered the small section of the base that was dedicated to the shadows while they stayed for the time being. You smiled, walking up to him and embracing the American man in your tired arms, just wanting to hold him.

“Hey Graves.” You mumbled into his shoulder, your voice being muffled by the fabric of his shirt. It was one of your favourites, a dark blue that suited him well. Graves reached a hand up, holding the back of your head and slowly swaying from side to side.

“How were your little cowboy friends? Better drivers than me?” Graves asked, making you groan, remembering how they were flirting with you all trip. The American chuckled at your response, continuing to hold you close.

“They just can’t seem to understand that I’m married. They think it’s impossible…I don’t know whether or not it’s a compliment and at this point, I don’t care.” You groaned, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. His smile, no matter how much of an asshole he was being, was always kind to you.

“Aww, baby.” Graves frowned, holding your face in his hands. You smiled and placed both your hands on his waist, both of you leaning forward to kiss. The two of you had missed the touch that you never seemed to get, this was a rare time.

You both went down to the couch, Graves on top of you as you made out. He moved one of his hands to hold you from the back and you put another in his hair, holding the platinum blonde locks as your passion rose to the surface.

“What the fuck?!” The accented yell caused you and Graves to pull apart and look where it came from. A very very shocked Alejandro and Rudy stood in the doorway, both caught off guard by the situation.

“W-What are you two doing here?” You asked as Graves pushed himself off of you so you could speak to the two men. They never visited this part of the base on purpose, avoiding Graves and his shadows like the plague.

“What are you doing here?” Alejandro retorted, pointing to the two of you with a confused look on his face.

“I’d say its pretty obvious what my husband is doing here.” Graves butted in, pointing to you with his thumb, causing both Alejandro and Rudy’s jaws to drop. You almost let out a laugh, instead choosing to hide your reaction and just look at them blankly.

“W-What did you say?” Rudy questioned Graves, looking over at him and then back to you. It was like he couldn’t believe that someone as sweet and kind as you…was married to Phillip Graves.

“Y/N is my husband. He wasn’t lying about being married, y’know?” Graves smiled a stupid shit eating grin at the two men’s reactions. They both looked over at him, then back to you seemingly in unison. You could only lift up your hands a bit and give a ‘sorry smile’ to them. 

“B-But if not us…why him?” “COME ON, Y/N. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER!” Alejandro added in, more fond of shouting than Rudy would ever be. You made eye contact with Graves while they yelled, trying to figure out why he was the one you were romantically interested in,

“D-Do you just have a thing for Americans?”

“Is he lying to you about how good of a person he is?”

“What type of car does he drive?” 'HE'S THE WORST, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

“Fuckin white people, taking everything anyone else wants.”  "WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE?"

While the two Mexican men started rambling and guessing why you would be with Graves and not them, you and Graves decided to share another kiss while they argued, effectively shutting them both up.

“You two,” You started as now you finally had their attention. “We’re with each other because we love each other…simple.” You smiled, watching them take in the fact that you actually might just love Graves.

There was a silence while they processed that, a deafening silence and if anyone came past the room, they’d assume there was no life in there. It stayed for a minute before Alejandro spoke up.

“This isn’t over, white boy.” He vaguely threatened, making ‘watching you’ hand gestures and walking out of the room backwards, maintaining eye contact with Graves the whole time. 

“What he said.” Rudy added on, quickly walking after him, just keeping his head forward. When Alejandro bumped into the wall while trying to exit, Rudy grabbed his shoulder and they both muttered something to one another, Alejandro rubbing his head as he left.

“Were they high? What was that?” Graves asked, completely confused on what just went down. You didn’t know whether to defend them or not, because to be honest, you thought they were as well.

“I have no clue…” You whispered, turning back to Graves and laying back down on the couch in the position you were in before. The blonde saw this and smiled, laying down back on top of you, not kissing you, just laying there.

“We can deal with them later.” He whispered, closing his eyes and just laying there with you. You smiled, placing your hand in his hair and mentally preparing yourself for whatever the dynamic duo were going to try next. You had no idea what it was going to be, but you just hoped they wouldn’t resort to trying to kill Graves. But, there was no saying what those men would stoop to to win your affection.

[moralesluvr]

Could I request a hobie x reader with a morning routine?

morning routine with hobie brown <3

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x spider!fem!black!reader ♡ summary: morning routine with hobie!! ♡ warnings: none ♡ a/n: this idea was literally the cutest ever! tysm for requesting amor ♡ got a request? | masterlist in the works! ♡

"HOBIE, IT'S TIME TO GET UP." You called out to your boyfriend as you slid a pair of shorts on in front of your mirror, stepping into your white Spider-Man slippers. You heard Hobie groan into one of your pillows, "Mmgh, five more minutes, love?"

"No." You sighed, "Unfortunately, there are bad guys we have to defeat today, just like every other day-- you know this. I love you, but you gotta get up."

Your statement earns another groan from your lover, but you ignore it as you walk over to your bed, pulling the covers off of Hobie. A string of loud curses leave his lips as you toss the comforter onto the ground.

"You're so annoying," He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You grabbed his hand and pulled firmly, "Get ready with me?"

Although he pretended otherwise, Hobie loved when you shared your morning routine with him. That definitely woke him up out of his former slumber as he rose up off the bed, following you into the bathroom so that you could start your morning.

You opened the drawer next to you as Hobie flicked the light on, hands taking home on your hips as he stood behind you. He rested his head atop yours as he sighed, "'M tired...think I'm jus' gonna let some people accept their fate today."

"Hobie!" You snap, pulling your matching headbands out of the drawer. You reach above you and hand Hobie his black one, "You can't just say that. We're super heroes and we have to do our job."

"I was only joking," Hobie scoffs, sliding his headband on.

"Handsome, can you tie my braids back?" You asked him sweetly. He nodded eagerly and grabbed a thick hair tie from the cabinet, taking your hair in his big palms and pulling it into a neat ponytail. You thanked him as he stepped beside you, grabbing his toothbrush. You copied his actions as you brushed your teeth, singing the ABCs in your head a couple times to make sure they were clean. You turned the water on and spat, and you nearly felt Hobie shiver.

"I know spitting is necessary in this moment," He starts, "But I have to admit, doll, it is disgusting."

You ignore his statement and roll your eyes, grabbing your face wash. You run your hands under the water for a couple seconds and squirt some into your hands, massaging it into your skin. Hobie follows suit, although he washes his face for what seems like about five seconds.

"Now you know good and well your skin is not clean." You said, eyes screwed shut in hopes to not get the soap in your eye.

Hobie shrugged at your statement as he moisturized his skin, taking the headband off and laying it back in the drawer where it belongs. You finished up your routine quickly, following your lover into the kitchen for quick coffee and breakfast.

"I'm feelin' peckish," Hobie remarks, opening the doors to your shared pantry to find something to eat. You scoff at his use of British slang.

"Peckish? Why not just say 'looking for a little snack' you nerd." You laugh, grabbing one of your mugs from the cupboard. You pop a Starbucks pod into the Keurig, letting your mug sit underneath as you venture back to your bedroom to grab some clothes and your suit.

You slip on a pair of black cargos and a teeny white crop, something that you can easily slip in and out of if need be. You hear footsteps approach the door, Hobie's half-clothed body leaning against the doorframe.

"Wanna match outfits today?" He suggests, taking a bite out of a bagel that's filled to the brim with cream cheese. You nod, "Sure, if you wanna wear somethin' like this, 'cause I don't feel like changing."

"Mkay," He remarks, pulling the first two items out of the drawer that resemble your outfit. He grabs a spiky belt and pulls it through the loops of his pants, the waistband of his Calvin Kleins showing. You take the hair tie out of your hair and stuff it in your pocket, grabbing your keys-- "Are you about ready to go, Hobs? Don' wanna be late."

"Yeah, comin'!" He yells, but you're already heading for the door by the time he's even halfway ready to go. You scoop your coffee up from the kitchen, opening the front door, "Yo, I'm leaving!" You sing song, stepping through the door.

"Y/N, you idiot, wait!"

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

[xo-cod]

Hi my love! Hope you’re doing well 💕 no pressure, but if you were taking requests, would you be able to do a blurb of the 141 men learning how to braid their daughter’s hair? I’ve been reading your girl dad fics and it makes me so soft!!!! Imagining these burly guys trying to figure out little girl braids makes me laugh lol.

Again I love you blog, you’re incredible 💕 hope you have an amazing day 💕

hi lovely, you're so kind ily 🥹🩷 hope you're doing well! <3 this was so so cute omg, i loved this so bad 😭

i hope this was along the lines of what you wanted :")

price: "goddamn it, not again" lowkey getting very frustrated with himself because it's not turning out the way he wants it to be and he's a perfectionist. he's already run the brush through her hair gently for the umpteenth time, causing her to grumble and wanting to go play instead. but he holds her back carefully, determined to make her braids the prettiest anyone has ever seen. he holds her hair band between his lips as he frowns at the braid again.

"just a second, honey" it's loose and he doesn't know how to tighten it but he's determined. nobody is moving an inch until he perfects that braid. his back curved slightly uncomfortable and he's definitely going to get neck pain, bending a little down to get the best access to her head and he does finally manage to get it accurate. it only took an hour but he's very proud of himself :")

simon: "this bit.... goes underneath right? over the top, underneath the side, down back under.... piece of cake, honey" simon is a dedicated man, his tongue peeking out from his lips as he tried his very hardest to memorise what he had learnt from a youtube video. his daughter sat between his huge thighs, his big fingers working her hair very delicately in order not to pull on any strands. he has the hair grips secured between his lips, eyes narrowed very carefully as he braids her hair trying to get all of the hair. he is a man on a mission and he will carry out the task to the best of his ability.

"bloody hell, that took it out of me" he finally lets out a relieved sigh at his masterpiece, there might be a few strands sticking out and the braid might look a little lopsided but it's unique :") only to have his daughter shake her head once causing the braid to tumble down and his face in pure utter shock and disbelief

gaz: "keep your head straight okay, honey?" gaz should def open a hair place, he's already mastered the technique of braiding from his mom especially because his hair type is different and requires a certain amount of care. so he knows exactly how to braid, call it his secret talent ;) lowkey finds it therapeutic and will 100% decorates his girl's hair with different clips and grips, whatever her little heart desires. he loves brushing his fingers through her locks and he always manages to get the parting accurate on the first time. which saves a ton of tantrums on her end.

"my beautiful baby girl" best believe he's whipping out the camera to take pictures of her hair and send it to you, marvelling at how gorgeous she looks. he's all smug when she wants to come to him for her hair but it bites him back in the ass when he's half dressed needing to leave the house in five minutes to head to bade only to be tugged by his child by the wrist to have her hair braided in that specific way she loves.

soap: "christ sake, why would they add so many pieces?" soap definitely underestimated himself, he didn't mean to blow his own horn but now that he has, he doesn't not accept defeat easily at all. will memorise that youtube video back to front, his daughter seated in his lap both of the criss crossed as he works delicately. his face set intently, eyes slightly narrowed as he braids. he's confused by the movement but gets the hang of it after a while and then it's like second nature, he's so happy with himself.

"look at you, little lass. my sweet girl" his little girl perched in his lap as he tightens the braided pony tails, gushing at how cute she is and how perfect the braids he had done on her hair came out. will 100% parade her around so everyone can see how perfect his braids are but no touching his little girl or her hair at all, under any circumstances <3

[dovabunny]

(Ghost)Soap AU Concept - His Hair

Cw: angst, minor character death mention, miscommunication. Inspired by Wine and Wheat by Noel_o on Ao3

Soap looks down at his trembling hand holding the electric razor, the buzz not drowning out the words echoing in his mind.

"You're not even a little embarrassed?" "No one will take you seriously looking like that." "It looks ridiculous!" "Did you really think-"

He lifts it to his head.

...

The night started with Soap in high spirits. He was proud of the latest mission - his new self-made bombs saved the day and maybe he was feeling a little cocky.

Which is usually nothing new or problematic when surrounded by his closest friends - Ghost, Gaz, Price, Rudy and Ale.

🧼: tellin ye, Cap', I deserve some chest candy for my ingenuity! Might just have rewritten the military demolitions handbook today.

Price just rolls his eyes.

That's when it started.

🧢: No offense, mate. But you show up at HQ with that hair, no one will take you seriously.

Ale choked on his beer, Rudy tried to hide a smile. "Dios mio, so it's not just us who thinks it looks ridiculous?" Ale looked to Price. "How is that allowed?"

💰: We're not sticklers for regulation in the 141 - but maybe we'll have to make an exception this time.

They all laughed and agreed.

Soap didn't. He felt his throat close and had to remind himself that they're just teasing, they don't mean it.

Rudy, sweet, kind Rudy gave his 5 cents next. "You're brilliant with bombs, friend, but really - you look in the mirror and decide that's your style? Not even a little embarrassed?"

Soap swallowed thick.

This isn't new. He's been mercilessly teased about his mowhak for that last 15 years. Till he joined the 141. He'd thought he was finally past shallow insults.

His ma had told him she loves it, three weeks before she lost her long battle, her own hair having fallen out months before. So he kept it.

He tried to deflect, be the usual fun, bubbly Soap they used to respond well to.

🧼: ah c'mon, ye are all just jealous ye can't touch my destructive talents!

Then the killing blow struck.

Ghost, the only man he's ever truly wanted, whose opinion mattered more than anything else.

Ghost chuckled, shoulders shaking with it as he shook his head. Surely he wouldn't-

💀: They're not wrong. You look like a 80s punk band reject, Soap.

'Soap'. Not Johnny. Ghost cares about Johnny, not Soap. He hopes...

💀: C'mon Johnny, you didn't really think it's a style that demands respect.

The agreeing laughter around the table didn't feel friendly, it felt cruel.

Was he really a laughing stock to them? Did they talk like this behind his back too? Was he just a joke they kept around cause he was good at blowing shit up.

They never even cared to ask why he had it.

He gave a rough brittle laugh, kept his head down, and made a half-assed excuse of needing to piss. Keeping his face turned away he rushed to the bathroom, he knows he's not strong enough to face the teasing if they see the tears in his eyes.

He climbs out the window and leaves.

No one texts or calls to check in him on the way back, walking instead of taking a taxi, hoping to clear his head. It didn't help. His ma always called him her gentle boy, said his heart was good and to protect it.

She was right about that. But turns out, wrong about his hair.

He can't fix what he's like on the inside. It stays broken no matter how he tried.

But he can fix what he's like on the outside. Make him look fixed, at least.

He picks up the electric razor he kept for the sides of his head. Ghost usually shaved it for him. He always teased that he was gonna shave it all...

A lock of hair falls.

[pinazee]

Lights camera homicidio

Hola! Me llamo pinazee! Me gusta queso!

Okay im just going to be honest here, when i first watched this (being part latina myself) it made me feel a lil’ icky because it was a knee jerk reaction of it feeling like a white guy doing a bad impression of a mexican; but once i learned James is half and that his dad enjoyed hearing him speak spanish on his show im perfectly fine enjoying all the over the top spanish bits. And listen, i understand that james wasn’t doing an impression of a mexican and it was really more an impression of the soap opera acting, it still felt like a degree of the culture was at play too. But again, its totally fine, and honestly even if he was a full blooded german i probably would have given it a pass, simply for the reasons stated above.

Anyways, I, surprisingly, don’t have a whole lotta notes for this one. So this might just be a set of gifs ;) i mean, look how much fun he’s having!

I love that rothstein and Jorge were almost instantly bff’s with shawn, to the point that the show called it out- which was great! He has this infectious quality of bringing people into his world and making them feel valued and listened to. The more i watch this show, the more im grateful that Shawn was the subversion of the “genius”trope we had at the time in the sense that he was actually great with people. Mid 00’s you had the mentalist (prick), house (prick), sherlock (prick), monk (awkward), charlie (awkward, p.s adorable), uh that lie to me guy (prick)- you get the gist. Shawns a lovable guy. I dare anyone to say otherwise.

Hahahhahaha get it? His sister is ugly! She looks like a guy! Hahahahahha -_-

*sigh* Look how deflated shawn gets because he’s so used to the criticisms at this point. Ugh, henry is really pissing me off this time around. But, i will say, this does add a little bit more to henry as a character. Like the whole bubble bath and tanning thing, we see henry is not the stereotypical manly man but instead feels he has to hide this more feminine side of himself, enough to the point that Shawn doesn’t really know the real him. Henry’s imposed this image of what he thinks a man should be while secretly hiding he doesn’t live up to that ideal himself. Henry’s a really guarded individual and i can’t help but wonder if there is a trauma there that built that wall, or if it was simply how it was growing up in his time. Idk, maybe a little of both. But, again, i don’t think it was ever really explored which is a shame. I would have liked to see henrys origin story. Could you imagine movie 4 opens with kid Henry and papa Spencer? That could be cool :)

The juliet B story- im so confused by what they were trying to say. It was naive of juliet to try to make friends? She shouldn’t come on too strong? Chief Vick is the only friend she needs?? I like the scene she has with the chief, and i honestly don’t even mind that lady being an asshole (cause feminism). I’m just confused by the plot really. I wish they would’ve given us some hope that she could’ve made a friend in the department. Like a passing lady says hi to her, and juliet smiles. Or had karen give her advice that was more than “be careful, these women are guarded.”

That scene juliet had with her did break my heart a little at this part. Juliet needs a friend okay.

Also, i think Ms. pascoretti thought juliet was hittting on her and thats why she filed a complaint, so she’s just a homophobic asshole who should be fired, and im going to assume she was as we never see her again so good riddance.

P.S TOO HARD!

[sugdenlovesdingle]

I tried vibing some sunshine your way! I'm in England and we don't seem to get much of it these days, so maybe that's why it put me in such a good mood today.

I'm the same as you, only got into 911 properly after 7x04 (though I'd watched lonestar since the beginning - apparently everyone hates Rob Lowe but I still see him as Sam Seaborn from the west wing (one of my all time fav shows) 😂).

I've got no idea why there are so many interviews either, and maybe it's adding to how bad some of them are? Like it's diluting whatever messages Tim et al are trying to convey because they're doing it every week and there's only so many teasers you can keep coming up with?

If the current plot resolves with Tommy coming back by hiatus, or by the end of 8B, then the earlier interviews about hurdles to overcome, deepening the relationship, their romance being a romcom, Oliver saying he likes slow burns, etc etc will all make sense - but then the intervening interviews since then will look like total bullshit/outright lying? Idk, I know alot of interviews are by buddie 'journalists' and words can be misquoted and written with a bias, but some of them still seemed pretty clear the current relationship is over. Plus there's the interviews mentioning plots to come that definitely never happened, so I think I'm just back to wanting to ignore them as they cause too much unnecessary stress.

Plus why focus on the stress when the fic and speculation is fun. I've enjoyed mpreg before but never this much 🤣, for me it's the combo with the angst of a breakup makeup that makes it just chefs kiss.

And finally a robron question as I am pretty out the loop with it, do you think there's any chance of Ryan coming back on the horizon??

Sunshine from England?? No wonder it didn't work! That's too rare to send over!

I never watched Rob Lowe in anything before Lone Star really. Not REALLY. sometimes i see things and i'm like 'wait... he was in that???" - i did see some gifs (i think) of him and lisa edelstein in another show where they *also* played a couple. I don't remember what show that was though. But yeah -i've always preferred lone star over the OG. Even now every monday is like "oh hiii babies!!" And i don't think the fandom is as fucking rancid as the og fandom can be. (not the bucktommy fandom - i love everyone in this club, but you know what i mean) I've never seen anyone so *violently* hate tarlos and send hate to Rafa or Ronen just because they're not the person they think the other half of the couple should be with. Even my fellow Nancy/Marjan shippers (all 5 of us) who don't want Nancy with Mateo don't go around harassing Jules.

ANYWAYS - the interviews are bullshit. I mean Tim teased tension between henren and madney over mara, he teased eddie being the third wheel and buck not having time for him, he teased buck leaning on Tommy with the Gerrard of it all - none of that happened. And if you look at the quotes from Lou's interview especially it's more up in the air like "i have a job lined up, i'm going back to SWAT, and a few other things coming up and if they call me to come back i hope i'll have time" he never said he definitely 100% will never ever ever come back as Tommy. That's what the buddie baiting "journalists" turned it into.

And yes speculation is half the fun! I mean how many speculation fics has this fandom written the past six months? Or this-never-happened fix its. Or Tommy-was-there-after-all- fics. Keep 'em coming people! I'm not keen on mpreg fics though but hey if you're all having fun with them - have at it! I know how to blacklist and keep scrolling ;)

As for Ryan coming back... I REALLY hope so... but realistically speaking... i don't think so. But if emmerdale wanted to prove me wrong and give me Robert Sugden back for Christmas, i wouldn't hate that! just FYI @ soap gods

[silversoulcreations]

DWC Nov 18 - Day 2 - Deceit/Eternal

Something dropped. A coin, or a cap, perhaps. It was subtle, the noise, and one that caught the attention of long ears as the elegant figure sat bent over his desk, quill in hand. His lover wasn't due to be back for some time, the most recent assignment proving more difficult than the assassin was often tasked with. They hadn't been dating overly long, a few months? A year? Well, perhaps that was longer than some... but the connection they'd formed had felt like wildfire from the get, and left the nobleman sitting just like this, many a night, penning poetry and prose, hopes for the future, and more, upon rich parchment, while his beloved was out taking out his next target. It left the house quiet, and, if Jaredian was to be honest with himself, exceptionally lonely. Which was why that sound, unknown, unexpected, caught his attention, and bid him rise from his desk, pluck up his cane, and go to seek out the sound. What he found, however, caused his heart to ache in confusion and concern.

Sitting on the ground at the base of the stairs, an open bottle, half drank in one hand, the be-patched redhead peered up with a singular fel-green eye and smiled, a weary, woeful smile. "Hey D... we... need to talk." Long ears perked, and he moved to kneel beside his fiancé, wincing slightly, one hand moving to rest on. "What happened? Are you injured?" He tried looking over the man, scantily clad as he ever was, in leather harness and trousers, boots... his gear... but couldn't find any injuries. Normally, however, he knew he didn't drink. Leastwise, not like this. "No.. No it ain't like that.. There's somethin I have to get off my chest." The rogue sat up a little straighter, his features locked on the gentle priest's own. "You think you know the real me... You don't." Jaredian blinked. Well, That was... odd. "Honey I know all about your work. I know the job was hard and you probably have to do some.. rather unfortunate things but I told you it doesn't bother m-" "That's not what I mean D." He sighed, cutting off Jaredian before he could continue. "I found him.. I found the bastard that did this to me... I never thought I would but I did and... and this changes everything." Running a hand through messy crimson tresses, he waited for a moment before continuing. "Jaredian, I've.. never been quite... truthful with you about something, and it's something that's been eating at me and If I had never found the guy then this wouldn't have ever come up but now... Now I have a way to fix it and I really hope this isn't going to be a big fuck up on my end to admit but here goes... "

Jaredian tossed in his sleep, curling up around the pillow that smelled so heavily of his lover's favorite soaps, alone, at the moment, as Beledar had shifted to shadow. Whispers clouding his mind, echoing lies from years past... a deep, terrifying ache setting into his very bones as he slumbered on, helplessly reliving his memories.

"W-What do you mean.. Rhys? Haven't I tried? I've tried everything! I -do- love you... staying with you after you... Don't you see how much I want to make this work? For both of us?" His hands slid down her arms from her shoulders, staring into that singular fel-green eye as he caught her hands in his own. "I've stayed, haven't I?" "You aren't the man I met, D. You're withdrawn, skittish. We barely touch, Ever since the ritual. It's like you don't want me anymore." Jaredian swallowed, hard, his ears pinning back slightly. He -had- tried. He loved her..... he kept telling himself that, over, and over again, but each day was harder than the next, knowing the depth of the lies that he had been told. She'd been cursed. She explained. She'd been afraid to tell him, knowing his preference, as they fell in love. She'd been resigned to her fate, as long as she could have him.. but then she'd found the warlock who's fucked her life over. She'd taken her revenge and in his desperate attempt to hold on to the love he felt for the man he had intended to marry, he agreed to help her. To do anything to make her happy, if it meant he would have a wife instead of a husband? So be it. He was hurt by the lies, a full year's worth of lies, one piled up on top of another, weaving a story so strong that he had believed, nay, hung on every word. They had completed the ritual to revert the curse, and for a while, he had made himself believe that it was just that he had been lied to, that he wasn't comfortable with her anymore, that - that love ached, more than warmed him. Attraction was near non-existent, something forced with medicine his friend acquired for him, even allowing him to 'perform' enough to bring a child into this world... it was false... and they both knew it. The words were out before he could stop them, as his hands fell to his sides. "I could say the same. Rhys.." He peered at her as he took a step back. "You aren't the man I met, either. The man I fell in love with. The man who promised a world he could never give... because he never existed."

In the waking world, the priest was shifting again, lashing out, only to curl back into a ball as familiar shadows curled around him, comforting him in their embrace, glowing eyes gazing at each other before looking back down to their master while, as per usual, S'jach and S'ren did their best to console him in his nightmares.

Rhys's face fell at that, anger quirking the corner of her lips, as she shouldered the pack that had been sitting at her feet. He flicked his ears, listening for the infant sleeping in the next room. The argument had started near silently over the fact that she was leaving again, mere weeks after giving birth. Another mission, and leaving him alone, with their newborn son. "I'll be back, or I won't. You know how to take care of him. You can get formula from the nursemaids over at the orphanage. It's for the best. we both know you can't stand the sight of me." "That isn't true!" He hissed out, though he questioned his own motivation. Was he trying to keep her here for himself, or was it the desperate desire for his son to have his mother? The question teased in the whispers that echoed in his mind, shadows lacing together around a heart that was growing colder by the day. At the soft whimpering that could be heard from the next room, he hissed out. "Fine... Travel safely, and come back home. Your son needs you." "Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't... But do you?"

It was the last time he'd seen her. News had made it's way back to the cove that she'd been killed on that mission, rival assassins. He wasn't certain, with their parting, if that was actually the case, and for the life of him he'd known he was supposed to grieve, to be forlorn that a woman he had been married to, sired a son with, should be mourned accordingly, should be missed. He should be devastated. Doubt, however, had twisted the knife all the deeper. Had she lied, to run off? Abandon what he himself had sacrificed so damned much to keep alive? It ached, it burned within him, these doubts, these pains, as he continued to raise their, No.. HIS son... but that hadn't been what hurt.. No..

It had been several years later, when his son began to learn to speak, to learn his letters... when the young redhead asked, eyes wide and doe-like up at his father. "Did minda hate me? Is that why she left?" And to this doe-eyed lad, his heir, his only joy in the past few years, who he had raised primarily on his own, with the help of his familiars, could only say one thing, despite the very real feeling of uncertainty, and a lie to the taste on his tongue. "No, My little sun. A mother's love is eternal. If she could have come back, she would, in a heartbeat. Bad men took her away, and there was nothing she could do. Somewhere, she watches over you, and loves you, still. I promise."

Beledar shifted to light once more, and the memories faded in the warmth of familiar shadow's embrace, finally allowing the priest to dream once more of his heart's desire, and the future he hoped to build...leaving the past to once more rot there, in the twisting coils of broken memory.

-- @daily-writing-challenge

[ab4eva]

Congratulations baby!!!! I can’t think of another person who deserves this as much as you do!!! Could I get a blurb with the prompt #91? With Mr. Elvis Presley if you don’t mind? 💕

-Daisy (@powerofelvis)

My sweet Daisy! Yes of course my love, my lil wifey 🩷 Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this out! I hope you enjoy, @powerofelvis!

Prompt #91 with Elvis Presley - "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

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“Well, Sergeant Presley, the good news is it isn’t broken. The bad news, no football for the next week.” The pretty head nurse on duty at the base carefully wraps Elvis’s bruised finger around a splint, taping the swollen digit carefully. Her eyes flick up to his face at the sound of a soft hiss escaping his lips. “Sorry, soldier, almost done.” Her pink tongue sticks out the side of her mouth in concentration and Elvis thinks it might be the cutest thing he’s ever seen. His pain is eased for a moment as he takes in the rest of her - white uniform fitting snugly over her curves and brown eyes dancing with amusement and a little something else he can’t put his finger on.

“There now, good as new. Almost,” she says, gently laying his hand on his thigh. “Here’s some aspirin if the pain gets to be too much. Come back in a week to make sure everything’s healing up properly.”

“Thank you ma’am, I’m real grateful to ya for lookin after me,” he ducks his head shyly, that famous lopsided grin causing her heart to flip flop a tiny bit. She clears her throat and busies herself cleaning up.

“You’re welcome, Sergeant. Happy I was here to help. You’re free to go. And remember, no football this week.” She starts to gather her things, putting on her coat but an arm is tangled up and she flounders for a moment until Elvis hops off the exam table and she feels a hand on her shoulder.

“Let me help you with that, ma’am,” he chuckles as he helps her shrug her coat on, his hand lingering on her arm a second too long. He’s so close she can smell his soap and aftershave, spicy and clean. She steps away, blushing a little.

“Thank you, Sergeant Pres-”

“Elvis. Please, call me Elvis. We’ve held hands now,” he waves his bandaged finger in the air, “certainly we’re past formalities Miss…” he trails off expectantly.

“Nurse Olsson,” she responds, not unkindly. “And now, Sergeant Presley, I’m late for a date. If you’ll excuse me…”

"Don't go on that date,” Elvis says suddenly, grabbing her hand.

"Why?" She resists the urge to pull her hand from his grasp, but his embrace is warm and steadying in the chilly room.

"You know why.” He slowly brings her hand to his mouth, brushing her fingertips gently with his lips, his warm breath sending a shiver through her.

"Say it,” she commands, a little breathlessly. “I want to hear you say it.” He bites his lip, his blue eyes twinkling, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. His grip on her fingers tightens and she gasps quietly.

“Because. I’m in here every other week, making up some ailment or injury, just to see you. And…now you’re telling me you’re going on a date… with someone else?” His bottom lip sticks out, very nearly pouting. It’s adorable. “Go on a date with me. Forget that other guy, baby. Has he worked as hard as I have?”

Her eyes search his face, and finding nothing there but earnest sincerity, allows a slow smile to to light her face. “Alright soldier. You’ve earned it. Better make it a good one.” She heads for the door, looking back over her shoulder at his slightly stunned face. “You coming…Elvis?”

-

I have one more request for my celly from @richardslady121 - it’s coming I promise!

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

“Mornin’ Gary…” the body that was previously hugging him leaves suddenly, the bed shifting as the body sits up and turns.

Ghost only has a moment to wonder where Roach is going before it clicks in his brain, causing him to bolt upright and turn toward the other. Soap looks back at him, teary eyes and small, heartbroken smile on his face as he whispers, “Hey Ghost.”

And something in the way he says it and the way he looks at him let’s him know that he’s gone too far. Mistaken the man for someone long dead one too many times for it to be forgiven this time.

“Johnny…” Said lieutenant shakes his head, wiping at his eyes uselessly as a sob works its way out of his mouth.

“It’s… fine. I get it, don’t worry about it.” But its not fine. Cause it’s been years of Simon and Johnny and even longer since Gary, so he shouldn’t be holding on so much still.

Ghost reaches out, tries to pull the other man in and apologise like every other time this has happened. But instead of crumbling in and accepting it Soap flinches away from him, moves off the bed and away from Simon, refusing to look at him as he continues to try and rid himself of tears.

“I- I love you. So much Simon… But I don’t know if you even see me anymore.” It’s unfair of him to do it but it’s also unfair of Ghost to expect him to forgive and forget every single time.

He’s been hoping, every single day, for five years that maybe Ghost won’t mistake him that morning. Maybe he’ll say that he loves him. Maybe, in his half aware states it’ll be Johnny’s name that escapes his lips and not Roach’s.

But maybe he’s a fool for ever having thought it a possibility, “I will wait forever for you Simon. You know I will, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’m so sorry.”

Ghost feels like the worst human to ever exist. To have Johnny apologise to him for something that was never his fault rips Ghost up inside and makes him wish that the Scot had never met him. Cause then maybe he could’ve been saved from this pain.

<><><><><>

“Gaz? Where’s Price I need to speak to him.”

Said man shot him a confused look, head tilted as he gestured vaguely, “They didn’t tell you? Him and Soap left on a mission a month ago.”

Ghost frowned, crossing his arms as he spoke, “Well when will they be back?”

Gaz looked to the ceiling for a moment, probably thinking his answer over, “Tomorrow? They haven’t gotten back to us in a while.”

Ghost nodded, deciding he’d just have to wait till then before he could do what he wanted. He knew his captain was pissed at him for what he’d done to Soap - who was like a son to the man - so he was hoping that with this he could make it up to both of them.

He had worked through his issues, gone to see people and learnt to let go of Roach because it was long past due. He was desperate to prove to Johnny that he could make them work, be what the man needed now.

When the next day comes there’s something heavy sitting in his gut. Some sort of unexplainable feeling that was trying to warn him of something. It’s not until the heli lands that he finally realised why he’s feeling it.

It’s just Ghost and Gaz waiting on the tarmac, watching the heli descend and land. Price comes stumbling out, the man looking beaten and bloody with blood and dirt still fresh on his person.

His eyes look around wildly for a minute before they’re settling on Ghost, then the gaze turns steely and sorrow filled all at once. Price marches toward him before slamming something into his chest, words coming out ragged and angry.

“Even in his last moments he was still apologising to you” Price turns back to the heli, walking away without another word.

Ghost is confused for a moment before he’s looking down at what the captain left with him. It’s Johnny’s journal and dog tags, both of which have blood dried on them.

Ghost can feel his knees give out, the pain ricocheting up his legs as he hits the floor nothing compared to the pain now ravaging his heart.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

I'm sorry you managed to hit me right at the peak of my cod ghost hyperfixation and now as a member of the 'put kate bishop in every fandom ever' club this is all I can think about. Kate 'hawkeye' bishop fucking up all their sharpshooter records. Kate giving them info about her weapon smuggling father. Kate attempting to assert dominance by jujitsu leg headlocking anyone and everyone she can during training. Using ghost as a brace for sniping cause he's an Unmoveable Object and also a Good Shield. Help Me.

I have been holding myself back SO SO MUCH with this but if the people ask for it!!!!

oh it got LONG we're doing a readmore

SO many good scenarios for them to meet here.

TF 141 asks for Hawkeye to assist on a mission

option 1: they ask for Hawkeye, expecting Clint, and get Kate. Gaz is delighted. Price is getting himself a drink. She's not great on the obstacle course but gets Ghost in an arm bar in about ten seconds. They take her to see how she shoots and they're all like 0.0. Gaz is DELIGHTED. Ghost is like 'sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me'. It's already been awoken in Soap. She's theirs now. No take-backs

option 2: they ask for Hawkeye, get Clint, and are mad. They wanted Kate!!! How do they know about Kate? Well they wound up working with some outside forces a while back and Deadpool DOES NOT SHUT UP about his best friends Hawkeye and Better Hawkeye. 141 is actually kind of upset, they don't need another massive dude they were kind of looking forward to having someone smaller who could be hoisted into walls. Clint can't stop laughing

or maybe one of them knows her outside of the task force?

Ghost knows her through Deadpool. I'm sorry, I can't budge on this. GIANT MEN WHO LOVE KATE BISHOP. He wears the mask all the time around her, that's not a big deal. Ghost teaches her how to use a few different kinds of guns. She whines at him because ew guns. He whines back. They're having a great time. He shows her a few different ways to kill someone with a kitchen knife. Kate is simultaneously excited and disturbed.

Ghost doesn't mention that he knows her (why would he?) and when Price finds out they're getting a Hawkeye assigned to them, he knows, deep in his heart of hearts, that Ghost is going to HATE her. Price knows how Hawkeyes are. He knows that is not a kind of person that endears themself to Ghost. He has five different damage control plans laid out for each of them

Soap and Gaz have been arguing about who is going to show her around base etc. Ghost isn't even throwing his name into the ring (BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE'S GOING TO BE THE ONE SHE PICKS ANYWAY!!!!)it's a good thing he wears a mask all the time because because his smug expression is so insufferable someone would smack it off his face

141 is waiting to greet her on the tarmac (something that was HIGHLY ENCOURAGED so that they did not LOSE their Hawkeye immediately after landing. Hawkeyes know they're not supposed to do that but Hawkeyes gonna Hawkeye)

Kate clocks her Good Buddy Ghost, SCREECHES, runs pell mell at him, and jumps into a hug

to the rest of the task force it looks like she just tried to attack him

Ghost doesn't pin her or throw her or stab her or any of the other things that would be a typical Ghost response

he just gives her a gruff "watch the goods" as she comes dangerously close to kneeing him in the junk before hugging her back???

tf141.exe has stopped working

tucks her under his arm and says he'll show her around

Soap and Gaz are ??????!!???!?!???!? WAIT

they can't see Ghost's expression but they KNOW it's so smug they can FEEL it as he's like my hawkeye >:)

Ghost lets her climb all over him. Like he's standing arms crossed over his chest all intimidating and Ghost-like perfectly still as she climbs up his shoulders to pop open a drop ceiling tile

this has the unintended but hilarious side effect of making 95% of the people on base terrified of her. they don't know who she is, but she's easily half Ghost's size and she's not afraid of him even a little. obviously she's insane

sees him sans mask for the first time on base and walks into a wall because ummm that's a hottie, actually. lucky for her it happened by a security camera and Gaz text the video to her >:)

or ororor she meets Johnny while they're both on vacation (?) and they wind up disarming a bomb together. They are both just a tiiiiny bit disappointed because they like when things go boom :(

they get some sort of frozen treat afterwards in their very-inappropriate-for-diffusing-bombs apparel. Evening wear? Beach wear? Not sure.

Kate has a moment of "relationships with civilians never work friendships or otherwise" and dips not realizing that helping diffuse a bomb is NOT CIVILIAN BEHAVIOR KATHERINE

Johnny is NOT going to use questionably legal methods to find out who she is (besides the future Mrs Sergeant John MacTavish).

He's NOT.

yet

he tells people he met his wife on vacation

they disarmed a bomb together :D it was FATE

someone has to tell Johnny that's a weird thing for a rando to know how to do

maybe she's a spy or something so he SHOULD use slightly less than legal means to find her???

doesn't matter, the next day they get a team from the Avengers on base for some reason. Captain America (Sam Wilson) Black Widow (Yelena Belova) and Hawkeye (Kate Bishop) (also poor sam who gave him the most feral widow and hawkeye. who did that.)

not sure if he actually says "that's my wife!" but Kate does call him Bomb Boy :)))

as in that is what Yelena and Sam know him as.

"This is Bomb Boy, Kate Bishop? I did not expect him to...have a mohawk."

"Or be Scottish," Sam adds. Unhelpfully.

which, duh, guys! Those weren't the most important things about Bomb Boy. The most important things were knowledge of explosives and steady hands. And funny.

(ps I don't know if Kate and Soap are legit into one another or if Kate just picks up another work husband)

Kyle would be the one she meets most normally. Ish.

Either it's totally boring civilian like they meet online and then Kate has to go to the UK to meet up with tf141 so that's a great time to meet up with her good buddy Kyle who is also in the UK!

so either he's not there with the tf when she gets on base and she's like oh!!! my dear friend Kyle is also in the military!! Maybe you know him. His name is Kyle, he goes by Gaz sometimes?

and the task force is buffering because GAZ HAS SAID NOTHING ABOUT SORT OF DATING AN AVENGER

Soap records their entire meeting. it's so cute.

that or they don't figure it out until they're at the restaurant literally sitting next to each other waiting for their dates when Kate notices he has some violets because "purple is my friend's favorite color" and Kate's like purple is MY favorite color!!! then they hug and it's super cuteeee

or

they meet through Sam. He and Riley bumped into tf141 one and saved their asses a while back

when he became Captain America, Sam reached out to Gaz

so anyway Gaz is at some party Sam invited him to and look, he can't say no to the Black Captain America. He just can't.

but he's jet-lagged and he doesn't really know anyone so he's sitting outside recharging his social battery and enjoying the night breeze when all of the sudden a purple blur races around the corner and vaults over the bench he's sitting on into some shrubs

that's pretty weird, he thinks. but also, usamericans

a minute or two later, an older man comes around the same corner. he looks familiar but kyle can't place him

"did you see a woman in a purple dress run by here?"

"can't say that I have."

the man swears and continues on his way.

Kyle waits a minute. "He's gone, love."

the woman pops up. She has twigs in her hair. "thank you so much, I hate that guy. He's such a creep."

he helps her remove shrubbery from her hair and they chat about the party and their respective teams and everything and nothing

at the end of the night he kisses her hand and FORGETS TO ASK HER FOR HER NAME

he's kicking himself for weeks.

is that something he can ask Captain America about? Does he know Captain America well enough to ask for his friend's number???

thankfully Captain America is coming to base to help the 141 out with something

Gaz is elbowing Soap in the ribs because that's her??? the woman with Captain America is HER, THE girl

"That's fuckin' Hawkeye, mate!!"

Ghost being an Immoveable Object and Shield while covering his face all the time is going to get me back on my dinkate bullshit OOPS

kate refuses to understand chain of command or rank. she literally fears no god or man. she'll listen to Price or Ghost because she's nice. if someone outside of the 141 tries to pull rank on her she's just like no thanks (: well SURELY she listens to Captain America! and she laughs. someone gets the bright idea to call Steve Rogers himself because SURELY she has actually followed orders from him and he laughs so hard he cries

i think that derek is SUCH an embarrassment to kate. he does crime and he's not even good at it. i also like to think that every few years he does try to have her and Clint killed, just to see if it'll take this time. now, anyone who knows Deadpool knows better than to take that contract, but the pay is good. anyway i just want the task force to be there when someone DOES try to kill Kate and their responses when they find out it's her DAD trying to do it. obviously Ghost is ready to kill him, but i think Price is the dark horse here with how fucking angry this makes him. like he's asking "is derek a scotch man? whiskey?" and then a week later derek bishop is mysteriously on life support. the last thing he was seen doing was having a nightcap

ughghughg tf141 catching wind of a prolific assassin picking up the Bishop contract, and they've been trying to catch this guy for years, so they go undercover as her neighbors. They think she's a regular civilian meanwhile Kate is like "beefy and attractive men who are always trying to be helpful to me...suspicious". She then proceeds to bug their apartment or trailer--which they find, of course, only they think that it's the assassin or foreign operative and NOT the woman they are stalking using as bait protecting

it's incredibly jarring to them the first time they see her in action in the field. They've trained with her, the fact she's assigned to them at all is telling, but they still kind of see her as a goofy carry on or something--until the guys walk into an ambush. Kate's nearby but not with them because they didn't think they'd need her for this (which is not how this is supposed to work!!! but they're still struggling with how best to utilize her). point is, the guys are all probably going to make it out okay, but it's going to be loud and it's going to be messy and those things will probably fuck up the rest of the mission.

anyway they're getting ready to fight their way out when Ghost realizes that one of the snipers he's been keeping an eye on...isn't there anymore. then the other sniper, suddenly no longer visible. suddenly three of the men advancing on them have arrows sticking out of their necks, and then Hawkeye is dropping from a roof taking out the last three with mostly her thighs. there's silence while hawkeye catches her breath and every man of the 141 goes ah! i get it now! she's terrifying!

everyone on base thinks she's their yappy little chihuahua but the boys think she's more like a sand cat--looks so cute and smol but will rip your face off as soon as look at you. someone talks shit about the 141 one time in Kate's hearing. after that, she became the 141's scary dog privilege.

anyway please say more to me. share thoughts. i'm insane about this

[0oolookitsme]

We’ll also Sit there, One Day.

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Just Hails <3 [@fishnets-fingers series: Six Months' characters: Harry (MMC) and Layla (FMC)]

Word Count- 1.9k

Warnings- Tooth rotting fluff and nothing else.

A/N- @fishnets-fingers HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN!! I HOPE THAT YOU LIKE THIS <3

Also, majority of the credits go to @eloquentree for helping me out with this fic. It was so shitty but she's the one who turned it into something readable with her pretty writing style and ideas <3

The sun was streaming when he woke up and despite it irritating him, he felt content because of the person he was lying next to.

Turning around to face her, his arm went over her stomach and snaked around her waist. With a strong tug, he pulled her towards with ease, sighing as she curled further into him. A warm smile pulled up on his face as he shifted a little for her to be more comfortable, laughing slightly when she whined at the loss of contact for a nanosecond.

"Why are you so bloody cold?" he asked her, voice muffled as he dug his face into the pillow. A weak chuckle escaped past his lips again when she muttered absolute rubbish, probably cursing him out for a reason he had yet to know. Pulling away from her slightly, he adjusted a little so that the side of his head was in his palm while his elbow rested on the pillow. Tracing the side of her face, he asked her to repeat in his groggy voice.

"Ah c'mon— I said the blanket fell off!" She exclaimed, cuddling furthermore into his side to not let any warmth not be absorbed by her.

Harry raised his head a little to see the blanket had indeed fallen down from her side of the bed. Groaning slightly as he tried to pick it up, he was back in place when she groaned under half his weight on her body.

"Any plans of getting out of bed today? Hmm?" He asked as he ran his hand through her hair, pulling her as close to him as possible. 

"When do you ever want to?" He teased when she hummed in denial, making her shove his chest slightly, her eyes opening slightly to glare at him half-heartedly.

"Go back to sleep, Satan," Layla grumbled— clearly giving away that she's dead serious and meant what she said. Chuckling, he squishes her cheeks, kissing her pout lightly— also almost getting smacked for that. 

"Can't do that Lails. Do you not remember about the ceremony?" He asks her alongside cautiously teasing her, knowing very well she doesn't remember her own name when she's half awake.

But this? Oh, this caused her eyes to snap open, horror painting her face as she faced him completely- eyes wide and movements frantic.

"Holy shit, Harry- get the fuck up. We're gonna be late!" She exclaimed while panicking, throwing the blanket off of her body and rummaging around to find her slippers.

As soon as the slippers were found, she made a run for the bathroom— almost slipping on the rug that decorated the room, making harry yell at her to be more careful. Shouting for him to 'get the fuck up' once more, she slammed the door and harry could hear her working around inside.

One might say that she's being a little too dramatic for panicking so bad, but seriously in her defense, it's all for the good. She'll have to take a long shower to rub soap all over her body and wash her hair and then dry it which takes her forever; all of that after brushing her teeth perfectly and before she even sits down to do her makeup—trust her when she says that her brows are a bitch, or maybe her hands are. So, it was a safe bet to say that she needed time if she was planning on making it to the ceremony.

After taking a shower, time seemed to pass in a blur and all Layla could remember was yelling at Harry to get ready, doing her makeup, yelling at Harry, styling her outfit, yelling at Harry, making it down the lobby and yelling at Harry once again. 

After making it to the safety of their car, she sighed and faced him, her face twisting into a frown.

"One of these days, I'll break the sound barrier," Layla grumbled, fastening her seatbelt and staring right ahead. 

"I, wholeheartedly believe you can do that," Harry mused, looking at her with a shit-eating grin that had her glaring at him while backing out of the garage.

"Focus on the road, please," she requested, turning away to see the scenery pass her by as the car drove to the venue. 

"Whatever you say, love," Harry flashed her a smile before turning back and focusing on driving. A minute passed before Harry felt a hand intertwine with his. He didn't have to look at her to know that she wasn't mad at him and sighed, placing a featherlight kiss on the back of it.

Almost an hour passed before Harry pulled up to the venue and the couple got out, walking towards where the rest of the family and hamish crowd was.

“What’s the ceremony called again?” Harry asked for the fifth time since they have arrived. He knows he’s getting himself worked up for no reason at all, he knows everyone here and vice versa but still, what if someone asked him something he doesn’t know? They’d definitely think he doesn’t know anything about their culture and wouldn’t support Layla if she were to say yes for marrying him.

Layla sighed and intertwined her hand with his once again and started walking, bumping her shoulder with his every once in a while, as he walked right beside her.

"It’s called ‘panda kaal muhurtham'. In South-Indian culture, once the wedding is finalized, the bride and the groom’s families offer their prayers to their deity and seek blessings for a successful marriage and protection of the couple,'' she looked at him and continued. “It’s usually held the day before the wedding."

By the way she didn't try to calm him down tells him that she's just as nervous as him and is planning onto getting everything perfectly right- and he'll make sure that it goes just like that.

His mouth formed an ‘oh’ and before he could add anything else, her name was called from behind, asking to come inside before informing her that the ceremony had begun.

Both of them inhaled and exhaled deeply together and made eye contact, smiling afterwards and leaned in to share a short but sweet kiss. Layla swayed their interlocked hands back and forth and continued with the walk leading to the interior of the temple, with Harry on her right side.

A divine and strong fragrance of multiple incense sticks filled their nostrils as they stopped right under the hanging bells, having a perfect view of the bride and the groom from there itself... well yes, Layla did struggle a bit, but Harry exchanged spots so that she can see better while still beside him.

The older ladies situated themselves at the front as the priest started with some small chants.

With every chant ending, the couple were asked to throw a mixture of camphor and such materials to support the small fire in continuing its burning. With each bit of it being thrown in the burning wood which had been wettened by ghee to light up a fire easily, the burning sensation in everyone’s eyes also increased.

The priest announced the start of the aarti, making everyone inside stand up and shuffle a little closer. They let the professional start and joined him slowly and slowly, the sound of them singing echoing inside while the ones who were towards the exit also gathered up to create some warmth when a cold breeze flew across.

Harry carefully listened and just prayed for the couple in his own language and absent-mindedly leaned a little to his side as to focus on Layla’s voice more than on others.

It might not be the best sound he had heard, but it's his favourite and comfort.

Slowly, his mind wandered back to the day he had seen her dancing while cleaning, listening to a song in a language he wasn't very aware of. He remembered standing there and watching her through the window, feeling like joining her— even if it meant he'd have to clean with her.

He slightly remembered the tune of the song and as he tries to catch up with it, something doesn't fit right. There are two tunes clashing with each other, making him jump when he opens his eyes to the clanging sound of bells. The aarti was over now and there were a few people who were standing in a crew to ring the bell.

A smile stretches out on his plump lips when he sees a frustrated kid jumping and trying to reach the bell, getting chirpy again as his mum picks him up to help him.

"Seems like you gave many blessings, eh?" Layla asked as she dumped some cut up fruits into his palm, mumbling 'prashad' when his facials showed doubt about it.

He smiled at her, slightly embarrassed of the fact that he got a little carried away. "You look beautiful today, did I tell you that?"

"About a hundred times, yeah," she answers, faking a nonchalant behaviour.

Fixing a pointed look at her, he bumps her hip with his.

"Doesn't give you the pass to not appreciate it when i say it for the hundred and one-th time, though," he managed to let out with a mouthful of juicy fruits.

People started scattering away and the weather seemed to be getting windier and colder. It might rain or storm, he heard someone say from behind. 

"Harry? Why don't you come back to our house and have lunch there only?" Layla's dad asks, placing his hand on his shoulders to turn him around and walk with him.

"oh— uh I'd really appreciate that, sir," Harry stuttered and he hates himself for that. "I also really like your footwear, by the way— I was searching out for a chance to get to you and say that."

It seemed like he hit the spot because the man let out a hearty laugh, which was quite loud but still ...disciplined. "Thank you, child. They are very old now, but I love them just the same. My wife gifted it to me many-many years back... I'm surprised they even fit now," he ended with a hoarse chuckle.

"Appa! Do you have any idea what's cooked for breakfast back at home?" Layla came running from behind- someone probably asked her to do this as there are two-three of her cousins who seem quite nervous for some reason, which surprises Harry as he has always seen them confident and chirpy. They still looked chirpy, but an essence of nervousness didn't go un-read by his eyes. "I'm really hungry!" She continued.

The old yet handsome man beside Harry cleared his throat, stopping to turn around only to tell her 'no' with a smile on his face and watch her whine.

Harry was grateful for her arrival though, because with a pat to his shoulders, he left him with his niece and nephews.

"Hey, Lails?" He asked for her attention after making sure no one but them was lingering around.

"Yep?"

"We'll also sit there one day," he tells her while a shy smile lays out slowly on his pink lips.

Although harry didn't specify where, Layla immediately knew. She looked around to see if anyone stuck around, just to double check and on finding the area empty of eyes, immediately locked her arms around his neck to pull him down.

The moment their lips connected it was as if that's the only place their lips are supposed to be, that's their only destination- on each other's lips.

It was as if in that very moment, it got locked in their destinies that their knots will be tied with each other only.

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS HEHEH NOW GO AND READ SIX MONTHS BY @fishnets-fingers <33333

[eastwoof]

Joisey Boisey: Local Homestead Edition

Hi again everyone. Mod Spit here. Uhhhh, guess who has two thumbs and ended up seeing Jersey Boys again? This guy! So, in honor of the complete and utter bullshit I did last time as a means of filler, here’s my ramblings on a local production of Jersey Boys.

Friendly disclaimer like last time: Please know all these silly comments are said with as much love as humanly possible. I respect all these actors and the hard work they put into performing this show each night. Any seemingly negative opinions/commentary are in no way meant to bash the actors as they do not reflect their actual talents and abilities. So without further ado…

Pre-Show:

I dressed up for this event. Why did I do this.

And by that, I mean I walked in with a red blazer and tie because I wanted to be immersed. IMMERSED, I tell you.

Also wow, they’re gonna perform on a stage that I did community theater on. That’s crazy.

Oh my god the set is so cool. (I wonder how they’re gonna do the lamppost.)

Edit: There was no lamppost :(

Why do people bring their little children to this show they’re going to start calling you an asshole

Act I:

OH MY GODDD.

“CES SOIRÉES-LA” WAS SO SEXY AND BRIGHT. I WAS HOOKED FROM THE START. AMEN

For a local theater, the set is really, really good!! For example, there’s no giant screen agressively telling me the season (nor a gregariously big lamppost), but wow. Top tier professional production.

Tommy is the most stereotypical Italian man I have ever seen. I want him to spit on me and murder me with a spoon. Please.

He’s also the tallest out of the four of them?? Which is something I didn’t expect to enjoy as much as I do.

Frankie is so bubbly and animated!! He’s so cute. AND he’s tiny!! I love him.

But oh my god please,, stay still,, a bit sir. You’re sweating so much. Sir. You must be so tired. SIR. CALM DOWN--

It also seems to be causing a bit of strain on his voice. I hope he’s okay :(

On the bright side his guy liner is 😩👌

BOB IS SUCH A COCKY AND CONFIDENT PIECE OF SHIT. THEY REALLY SAID “FUCK UWU BOB. HE’S TALENTED AND A HOE AND HE KNOWS IT.”

Also his tone? So smooth. I wish my skin was that smooth. “Cry for Me” was so hot. When I pray, that’s the voice I wish I had.

NICK. OH MY GOD. A GOOD NICK. I... I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. I’M-- HAVE I DIED?

His comedic timing? Magnificent. Do I pity him? No. Do I want him to step on me? Absolutely. Does he beat Mark Edwards though? I’m sorry, but no. (The day someone changes my mind about Mr. Edwards, I’ll make a whole separate post, and the world will probably implode. Despite that, I prefer this Nick a million times more than Blonde British Massi™️.)

“I Go Ape” was so awkwardly funny for absolutely no reason. I love it. Hank went, “..HAHA YEAH!” as he handed everyone the suit jackets.

Gyp’s mic tape came off during “My Mother’s Eyes,” and I loved watching it dangle from his face during his aggressive sobbing.

“AN ANGEL CRIED”. HAL TOOK THE OPTION UP AT THE END. AND. ALSO. DURING “OH WHAT A NIGHT”. WHAT. THE HELL. HOW IS HIS VOICE NOT BROKEN. IS HE OKAY? HE IS SO GOOD. MURDER ME.

Loraine’s actress is very cute. I’ll update y’all.

Act II:

They all did their own special pose during the beginning of “Big Man…” and tbh I thought I was watching an anime opening.

OKAY. I LOVE NICK. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. aaaAAAAAHHHH—

HIS MONOLOGUE. It gave me secondhand embarrassment in the best way possible. Everyone’s trying to talk about the IMPORTANT MATTER, and he’s over here WHINING about Tommy being a little BITCH.

His monologue just gets increasingly louder until he shouts “TEN YEARS.” then he pauses and delicately plops into his chair to sit all politely. He looks like the cat meme. It’s so goofy.

Also, Nick being on the brink of tears when he mentions how he can’t see hotel soap.

The audience loudly groaned once Tommy said “half a mil,” and it made my heart happy.

Bob was the only one with a toilet during the jail scene, so seeing everyone dramatically draped over their chairs while he’s all scrunched up on the can was hilarious.

Okay, so Frankie being a hyperactive beyblade was definitely necessary here. He needs a place to put all that energy. HE RAN WITH IT.

“Beggin’” had sexy spins. “C’mon Marianne”? Exquisite. But then he starts doing whole ballet turns during “Working My Way…”??? Like, okay, Nutcracker and Swan Lake. I see you.

Bob’s smirk when he says, “What makes you think they liked you before?” 🥴✨💕

LORAINE. SHE IS SO CUTE. AND INCREDIBLE. I usually don’t pay as much attention as I should to her character, but this time my eyes were practically GLUED to her. Her leaving Frankie broke my heart into pieces. She deserves the world.

Oh, and sickness is cured. They all enunciate so hard, that they’re constantly spitting like camels. I love theater.

And now, the cast:

Frankie Valli: Ben Bogen

Tommy DeVito: Alec Michael Ryan

Nick Massi: Matthew Amira

Bob Gaudio: Michael Notardonato

Joe Pesci: Gianni Palmarini

Barry Belson: David Lamarr

Gyp DeCarlo: Peter McClung

Lorraine: Madeline Canfield

Mary Delgado: Abigail Sparrow

Francine: Hannah Jane

Norm Waxman: Rhys Williams

Bob Crewe: Aidan Cole

Hank Majewski: Jack Baylis

[scattered-winter]

So what is your time fuckery au?? I've noticed you mention it a few times in tags but never found a proper 'thing' about it. As in, there's no fic or main art that I can find

(hope your day is going well <3)

ha, yeah, the time fuckery au mostly lives in my brain only at this point. I've written a few scenes here and there, and even posted a few snippets to my blog, but mostly it's just been an ongoing development in my brain only <3 that SAID. i loove talking about it so i'm glad u asked :] (technically "timeline fuckery au" is probably more accurate because that's what I'm messing with: timelines and alternate universes, as opposed to. literal time. but i called it the time fuckery au once and it stuck. so.)

here's the playlist (I'm constantly updating it) :]]

so basically. there are 2 different versions of the call of duty modern warfare franchises: the og, w three games in the mid-2000s, and the reboot with two games between 2019-2022, and a third game in the works. for the most part, the two franchises are fairly aligned w similar events/recurring villains (such as the shepherd betrayal, which happened in both versions, but in the og it resulted in the deaths of ghost and roach, but in the reboot nobody died. in fact, overall in the og games, everyone on the team was dead by the end except one of them.) in this au, the two versions are alternate, adjacent timelines. all the deaths that happen in both* timelines are fundamentally Not Supposed To Happen, and so some Freaky Timeline Shit occurs to try and correct it. the two soaps trade places. og soap ends up in the reboot timeline with the reboot team, and reboot soap ends up in the og timeline with the og team. at this point, reboot soap and ghost are in a relationship, and the 141 is all very close, and so of course it's a big mess when soap wakes up in a universe where everyone looks like his closest friends/boyfriend but they are, fundamentally, different people. and the same goes for og soap, who's suddenly thrown into a room with people he half-recognizes but none of them are Right. and what's more, some of the team is Not There when they should be. (like roach).

*as of the 2022 game, nobody in the main team has died yet, BUT the third game is involving makarov, who was the villain who caused the deaths of several team members in the og, so I'm taking some liberties with the timeline during that period. so in the unchanged reboot timeline, several team members died.

(i would also like to point out that the actual switch happens before all the deaths happen, obviously. HOWEVER, both soaps know exactly how the original, unchanged timelines are gonna turn out if they don't do anything. it's basically just a very fucked up timeloop.)

to make matters worse, the soaps are connected to each other even before the actual switch happens. reboot soap has nightmares of his team dying right in front of him (gaz shot, ghost burned, etc) but they're not his team. they're the og team. but ofc he doesn't know this yet <3 and this ofc happens vice versa, but I haven't figured out specifics for how the reboot team dies yet so I can't tell you anything about it lmao

and the dreams don't stop after the switch!!! because why bother sending them to alternate dimensions if not to remind them what will happen if they fail!!!! and the entire time, they're also racing against time because having two people Cross Realities is throwing the continuum out of whack, and so it's trying to Find Equilibrium Again by merging the two soaps more and more as time goes on. reboot soap wakes up with a scar that he didn't have before, but remembers getting. on a mission he never went on. og soap is talking to ghost (with all the awkwardness of talking to someone who's dating your alternate self) and he calls ghost something that only soap--reboot soap--ever called him. he just. Knew. and so on top of everything else, they also have all the fear of slowly losing themselves <33

and of course they manage to save both teams (and also bring reboot roach into the team godbless <33) and things return to normal but not before there's a LOT of angst and timeloops and timeline fuckery going on. this whole au is basically me just taking both canons and attacking them with scissors and then gluing the little pieces together into a collage. and then rinse and repeat. I'm having soooo much fun with it :]]]] and of course, at the end before the timelines fully go back to normal, the teams get to meet their alternate selves :]] self recognition through the other except it's you from another life :]]] here's a lil snippet :]]]]]]

Simon stood in space. Stars wheeled overhead and below, clustered in colorful nebulas in explosions of color and light.

And across from him stood…himself.

Ghost was holding himself the same way Simon did; weight evenly distributed on each foot, gaze constantly shifting from person to person and window to door. Ready to act at a half second’s notice.

Simon could see the moment Ghost noticed him; a slight stiffening to the shoulders, a straightening of the spine, a subtle slide of the foot to gain a better defensive stance. All miniscule tells, but to Simon, glaringly obvious, a blinking neon sign.

Were Simon’s tells always this clear, or was it simply because he knew to look for them? He could read the other Ghost like a book; the subtle tilt to his head as he sized him up, the tension in his shoulders as he decided if Simon was a threat. He could read the other Ghost and see how he himself was being read; another tilt to Ghost’s head as he clearly came to the same conclusion as Simon.

“You’re the other one.” His voice took Simon off-guard. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this wasn’t it: soft, rounded at the edges, like a stone worn smooth by a stream. But behind it was that edge, that gentle tone of danger. Even from a different world, that was still the same, with perfect, striking clarity.

Simon wasn’t sure what to say. What was there to be said? Here he stood, before someone who was his double in nearly every way, who likely already knew what he was thinking because he was thinking it, too.

“How’s the team?” was what he said at last, rough, abrasive voice grating against Ghost’s softer tone.

“In one piece. Thanks to your man.” Your man. Did this Ghost know what Johnny meant to him? He must; he was Simon, after all.

“Yours did good work here, too,” Simon said, though they both knew Captain Mactavish wasn’t his.

They fell silent, as they both preferred, simply studying one other. Ghost had sunglasses over his mask to veil his eyes, something that Simon had done himself on occasion. He liked it when nobody could see his eyes, but hated how it limited his field of vision.

It was unnerving, the way he was so very much like himself. The mask, the name, the way Ghost stood. He was a dead man walking, they both were. Had he suffered the same things Simon had suffered? He must have; why else would he wear the mask, and stand like that, like an attack might come from any direction?

For a moment, Simon looked at Ghost and Ghost looked at Simon. A pair of reflections, a pair of echoes. For the first time in his life, Ghost could peer out into the darkness and see his own face looking back at him.

Then Simon broke the silence, voice as haggard and vulnerable as he would allow it to be in the empty space between worlds, where stars flickered under their feet and where there was nobody to hear but himself.

“Were we better off dead?”

Ghost paused for a moment, hesitated, looked Simon up and down, and Simon knew he wasn’t just seeing him standing there. He was seeing the coffin six feet under, the choking dirt, the dead bodies in the flat in London, the rivers of blood staining his hands, so much of it that he could never wash it all off. The nightmares. The kills. The missions, one after another after another, because the war never ended, not really, not for him.

“I don’t know. Maybe we were.”

And there wasn’t anything else to say, not after that. Simon sighed, felt the universe sigh with him, and dipped his head in acknowledgement. A few feet away Ghost did the same, and had Simon been able to see his eyes, he would have seen himself reflected there, just like everywhere else.

And then the stars and the mirrors melted away, and Simon woke up.

[valhallaas]

A Taste of Valhalla

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Warning: smut (18+, minors dni) oral, f receiving

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Ghost owes you one, maybe two.

A/N: I wrote this in two hours. I’m so happy with it. I hope you all enjoy it. As always feedback is appreciated!

The mission was a success. Everybody is alive, with few injuries. You got the intel and took the bastard out. So why are you sitting at the back of the house, beer in hand trying your best to seem small? It feels like you're in trouble and you’re trying not to get caught. You haven’t done anything wrong. In fact, if it weren’t for you, Ghost would probably be dead. You hastily take a swig of your beer. The idea of your lieutenant no longer being around made you anxious. It brought up thoughts you’d rather have buried down deep in fear of him ever seeing them.

The guys sit around the coffee table playing poker. Cigar smoke lingers in the air, they're drinking heavier stuff than you. The weight of the day is long gone as is most of the grime. You of course had gotten first dibs on a hot shower. A quick game of rock paper scissors against Soap. He grumbles about you cheating—you don’t. He just picks scissors the first go around every time.

You still feel dirty. Your body aches from laying in the same position for hours. You don’t complain. Picking at the label on the dark bottle, your gaze takes in those around you. Your team. Johnny’s the reason you're even here. He’s talked you up so much you were fairly confident they didn’t believe you were real.

“There she is,” he called when you made your way to them from base. His grin as proud as ever. “Our heavenly savior.”

None of them quite believed him. Not that they said anything to your face. But you heard the murmurs. Your numbers were marked on paper, but you didn’t keep count. It wasn’t anything you lost sleep over. Your job was the shot.

“Valkyrie, y’good back there lass?” Soap calls out, making you blink back to the present.

“M’good, Johnny.”

“Wanna play?”

“Why? Want me to kick your ass?”

The others laugh causing you to smile. Soap gives you the bird before turning back. Another swig of beer down and your shoulders loosen. Shitty beer is finally doing the trick. It seems like a waste though when a heavy gaze lands on you. You’re a deer caught in the headlights. The mood becomes somber when Ghost barks at you to come see him for a debrief.

“Take it like a champ, Val. We’ve all been there.”

“Bite me, Soap.”

The room is silent and it eats at you. You’re waiting for him to say something and he’s waiting for you to break. You know how this goes. Ghost smells like firewood and gunpowder. He’s stripped of all his gear except for his gun that still rests in his thigh holster. The one weapon he never removes. He’s huge, built like a mountain. You can feel the animalistic rage and adrenaline rolling off him.

“You ignored a direct order,” his voice is low and smokey.

“He was wanted dead or alive.” You can’t stop from flinching when he steps forward into your personal space, taking up all the oxygen, your back against the door. “It would be for nothing if we hadn’t gotten that intel.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

He’s angry, and you’re just now realizing you’re locked in a room with him. Your teammates unaware of what’s even going on. You swallow, teeth digging into your lip. He’s holding himself back, you can see it in the way his bare hands curl into tight fists at his sides. He wouldn’t hurt you. Even if he is the scariest man alive and could break you in half within a blink of an eye.

Your breath stutters when his chest brushes against yours. His pelvis is up against your stomach and you can feel him, all of him and you do your best to fight back a whimper. Taking a chance you look up at him from beneath your lashes and his gaze is searing. You’re being burned and scarred from all the stars and galaxies that hide in the depth of his dark eyes. You could get lost trying to chart the constellations.

A gasp cuts through the silence when his thumb pulls your lip free. You blink, mind hazy. How is he doing this? Just his presence is making you feel completely fucked out.

You’re so weak. God, you’re so weak for this man.

Ghost hums, pulling his hand away from you. Like you’re something delicate and he didn’t want to break just yet.

“Heavenly savior,” he repeats Soap’s words from when you joined. His voice is deep, ran through gravel, but something about the words is dripping in honey. “I think I'd like to pray.”

“Wha—“

Seeing Ghost on his knees before you has you whimpering. He doesn’t have to have the mask off for you to know that he’s smirking.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, angel.” The pet name has your head falling back against the door.

“Needy are we?” He questions, hands moving up towards your sweats, thick fingers digging into the waistband. His eyes remain on yours as he pulls the material down. “You may not believe it, but I watch you. Bloody distracting creature you are.”

He runs his clothed nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.

Your eyes widen when he grabs at the bottom of his mask. He watches you for a quick second before he pulls it up. No farther than his nose, but it’s the most you’ve ever seen of his face. You swallow, breathing shallow, taking him in as his large hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. You’re a pathetic pile of putty in his hands. You can’t help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“You're soaked, angel. Fuck, you taste sweet. But I bet your cunt is absolutely heavenly, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“Yes, lieutenant.” It comes out in a sigh.

“Simon.”

You clench around nothing. The forcefulness of his voice. The fact that you had no idea what his first name was. You didn’t like to push, he’s a private man. Everybody has their secrets, and this was going to be yours. Your best kept secret yet.

He gave nothing else before diving in. You moaned, your head falling back against the door again. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.

“Valkyrie,” he warns.

You simply nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. It’s like he’s done this before. Or at least thought about it. That thought does something to you. Thinking about Ghost having thoughts about face fucking you. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands.

“Simon,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Angel.” He replies voice thick with amusement. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his mask on his nose. You whisper his name, a chant, a prayer. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.

“Easy, now angel.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering, your lip bitten raw from how hard you're trying to not draw too much attention. The sounds of her clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it.

You feel like you’re out at sea. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that can’t be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.

“You taste fucking divine. Will I find god between these legs?”

You can’t help but laugh. “The only god buried between my legs is you.”

You’re on the edge. Just a push. A simple push and—you bite back a sob, tears pricking at your eyes as he draws figure eights with his tongue. The perfect pressure and you're flying.

“Oh my god,”

Simon groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, wanting to take everything you’ve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.

“No, no. It’s too much.”

“Come on, be a good girl. I know you’ve got another one for me.”

It should embarrass you that he’s picked up on it. A chronic people pleaser, you bask in praise. His praise is far and between. Hardly given to anyone and it shoots straight to your core. You’re desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips, your cunt pulsing and aching. It’s all burning heat before it melts into pleasure.

You're dripping down your thighs. You know it’s all over his face. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his full lips. A gift just for you. He’s shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. Thrusting his tongue into your mouth, you moan at the taste of yourself. As quickly as it started it’s over.

He swiftly stood, pulling your pants back up. You watch him in a heady daze as he fixes his mask. Eyes trailing down you catch sight of the bulge in his pants. His thumb and pointer finger hooks onto your chin.

“Next time, angel.”

You move, a content smile on your face. Next time?

[likeastarstar]

Birthday Boy

summary: WARNING! smut ahead. It's Namu's birthday and you're in love with him and his body and how it looks in the shower.

masterlist.

Your boyfriend was a menace.

Seriously, who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to workout on their birthday of all days? Wasn't anything sacred? Surely his birthday, the day that should be considered an international holiday, was a good enough excuse for a cheat day.

But no, Joon had left you so early you were only just waking up as he returned back the apartment you shared after exercising. You laid in bed, half asleep, watching as your boyfriend immediately shoved his socks off, the sleeveless compression shirt he had on following quickly after. He couldn't even be bothered to wait until he was in the bathroom to strip down, pushing his gym shorts off his hips along with his underwear already balled up in his fists by the time he was halfway across the bedroom.

He took note of your laying form but because of the massive amounts of pillows you insisted on having, he couldn't tell you were awake and currently ogling his extremely perfect, extremely buff, super sexy, oh wow he is gorgeous, body. Maybe him going to the gym was a blessing, maybe you should be more grateful. You were certainly grateful when he turned towards the bathroom and you got to stare at his ass.

Namjoon had the most perfect body in the world, broad, rolling shoulders, his thick neck perfect for biting down on, his soft pecs that you liked to lay on despite the aforementioned mountain of pillows on your bed, the chiseled abs rubbing down the length of his torso and disappearing with two lines dragging directly into the neatly trimmed dark hair of his lap.

His thick thighs you insisted on sitting on far too often, his thighs that you had a habit of rubbing absentmindedly underneath restaurant tables when you went out until he forced you to stop- citing the risk of him popping a semi before dessert. You loved his back, muscular and strong, his arms as equally as pleasing when they were wrapped around you. You had recently become somewhat of a masseuse, gleefully running to get the massage oil when Namjoon came home sore from the gym.

It was the little things.

He was perfect- an adonis among men and that's before you even got to who he was as a person- which was also, shockingly perfect. The kindest, most wise person you had ever known. You loved his big brain as much as his big body and it was your favorite person's birthday today.

His birthday!

You sat up with an excited squeal, running to follow Namjoon as you heard the shower start. He was already in the shower by the time you had stripped off your pajamas, back facing you as he washed the sweat off of himself. You stepped into the steaming shower quickly, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

"Happy birthday," You smiled, kissing his back where your face was pressed against it. His hands covered yours and squeezed in response before turning around in your arms so that he was facing you with his own shy smile, dimples on full display.

"Thank you, good morning." He said softly, leaning down to kiss you. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

You shook you head and reached for the environmentally friendly sea sponge covered in soap in his hand, squeezing it against his chest and watching the suds drip down his skin before rubbing the sponge on him thoroughly, "I had to get up anyway, it's a big day, lots to do."

"You always take my birthday too seriously," He laughed, squeezing a puddle of the shampoo he liked the smell of on top of your head and massaging it into your scalp.

"I observe the auspicious day the way it's meant to be honored, yes." You noted formally, nodding your head solemnly under his hands.

He laughed and rinsed your hair, rubbing conditioner in the ends before wrapping the length of your hair around his hands and pulling, causing your neck to crane up towards his face. He looked down at you with a devious look on his face, the steam in the shower surrounding the pair of you like a cloud.

"It's my dick's birthday too, you know." He joked, smirking slightly.

You raised your eyebrows and flickered a glance towards where his legs met, noting that he was already beginning to get hard, "I did know that."

"And you should celebrate it too, do something special." He mused, raising his eyebrows in a sort of a dare.

"Oh? Like what?" You challenged, standing on your toes to kiss him. He kissed you possessively, roughly, with his hand still wrapped around your hair so you couldn't really move much.

Namjoon slid his tongue against yours and you let your hands glide down his wet torso, wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking it slowly. You matched the pace of his tongue against yours, body rolling against his rhythmically. There was barely an inch of space between you and even that was too much.

Namjoon let go of your hair in favor for wrapping his grasp around your neck, guiding you to the glass wall and spinning you around so quickly you let out a gasp of surprise. He reached a hand back and angled the shower head so that it was hitting the top of your back and rolling down, the pressure sending tingles down your spine.

Namjoon's body came up behind yours, pushing his front into your ass and kissing your neck, "You're gonna give me what I want for my birthday, right? I can ask for anything and you'd do it for me, because it's my birthday and you love me?"

"Right, yeah- anything," You breathed out, a moan sitting on the tip of your tongue.

"Good," He grunted, "Now look at yourself."

Your eyes snapped to the mirror on the other side of the bathroom in front of the sink, the reflection of you and Namjoon in the shower staring back at you. The glass had fogged up and the only thing really visible was your tits pressed up against the glass, the palm of Namjoon's hand flattened on the surface of the glass pane above you, caging you in. You moaned at the sight- wondering what you looked like from the back, bent over like a slut.

"I love my birthday," Namjoon laughed, "You get so horny- which is saying something because you're always a slut for your boyfriend. You like making me happy?"

"I like- I like being slutty for you," You moaned, "I like being yours."

"I like being yours too, baby." He grinned, pecking you on the cheek sweetly before kissing down the length of your back. He bit down on your ass cheek like it was an apple, making you moan out embarrassingly.

"Fuck- Joon, it's your birthday, shouldn't I be the one on my knees?" You pointed out, looking down at him from behind your shoulder. He didn't even look up at you, staring instead straight at your pussy, spreading your legs apart gently and watching the water drip down between them.

"No, it's my birthday- I'll eat you out if I want to," He demanded petulantly, "Your pussy is better than a birthday cake anyway."

"Bitch, I got you a cake from Honeybee," You snapped, breaking your horny character for a moment.

Namjoon paused as well, sitting back on his heels and looked up at you with a surprised look on his face. It was a good thing the water wasn't angled at him, otherwise you were pretty sure he would've drowned by now.

"Oh, the chocolate one or the passion fruit one?" He asked eagerly, a hopeful look on his face.

"Chocolate, duh- who do you think I am? I only got the passion fruit cake that one time because I wanted to try it." You grumbled, pouting slightly.

"My girl is so smart, good choice. See? You deserve to get head for that, my sweet little girlfriend got me my favorite cake," Joon gushed, squeezing your ass fondly before licking a broad stripe through your folds and making you forget all about the stupid cake.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it, pushing the sensitive spot around with a mission while two of his fingers ran through your folds and sunk into your pussy decisively. You moaned, feeling him pump his fingers in and out furiously. You clenched around them, wondering why the hell he was going to fast until he switched his fingers and his mouth, tongue dipping into your honeyed center while his fingers flicked at your clit roughly.

You withered above him, barely able to keep your weight up until you felt an orgasm barreling towards you- "No, no, no, Joon- I'm gonna cum, it's too fast."

"No, it's not," He snapped, words vibrating against your clit as his breath against your skin only sent you closer to the edge. "Birthday boy wants his slut to cum."

His words were the final push you needed, cumming around his tongue in waves of pleasure as his fingers ran circles around you clit, milking your orgasm of everything it was worth. You lost the ability to think for a moment, the air leaving your lungs, and you barely had a chance to catch your breath before Joon was standing behind you, one hand gripped on your hip as he slid his cock into you, thrusting up sharply. You let out a surprised noise that contrasted his low moan in your ear, thankful for the sound of water hiding the sound of how wet you were.

"Come on baby, show me how much you love me," He demanded, slapping a large hand down on the side of your ass hard.

He thrust up into you at a bruising pace, using your body for his own pleasure as you did your best to keep up. Namjoon kept one hand on your clit and wrapped his other arm across your body, pulling you taunt against his chest as his hips snapped against yours. You were barely even standing up on your own, Namjoon holding your body so securely you could probably relax completely and he'd just carry you.

"Cum in me," You begged, slamming a hand against the glass wall to throw your ass back on him better, matching his thrusts now that you had a moment to gather your bearings. "Pl-please, will you please fill me up? Fuck- your dick is so big."

"Yeah baby? Feels good?" He asked, sounding all too pleased with himself.

"F-Feels so good- I want you to fill me up, please?" You stuttered, a pathetic noise leaving your body.

You were desperate for him at this point, reduced to a dumb, messy, whiny slut who just wanted her boyfriend to cum in her pussy.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you- since you asked so nicely." He obliged, slamming his cock into your pussy like he owned it. "Fill you up nice and full so you can spend the rest of the day thinking about it. Maybe I'll let you suck my cock later if you want more, huh?"

"Y-yes, I want it." You moaned, "I want your cock."

He groaned and his thrusts got sloppier, faster still. He pinched your nipple hard, doing the same to your clit and you came again, clenching hard around him before he followed, the two of you slowing the pace down almost completely. He rocked against you, dragging his cock in and out of you slowly as you felt him cum in you, warmth spreading through your lower belly. Your pussy continued to suck him in, wanting to keep him there for as long as possible before he pulled out and watched his cum drip down your thighs, dragging a finger through it.

He held his hand up to your tongue absentmindedly, trying to resume washing your body with the other as you sucked his cum off of his hand.

"We gotta hurry," He mumbled, trying to speed wash you as if he hadn't just demolished your pussy. You were sensitive and moving slowly, spent from the morning activities. "We've been in here for so long, what a waste of water- why did we do this?"

"Because it's your birthday?" You offered lamely, watching as he turned the water off and lifted you into his arms, carrying you out of the shower.

"You shouldn't encourage me," He tssked, "I let the birthday shit get to my head. Horny or not, one should never waste water."

You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly at Joon's strictness with himself. He set you down on the edge of the vanity and handed you a towel, wrapping one around his waist securely.

"This is your fault for showering, we could've just had morning sex in bed like a normal couple but no- you have to leave me every morning to go to the gym." You pointed out.

"I go to the gym to fuck you better, you should be thanking me." He grunted, leaning against the countertop and kissing you again. "Maybe you could suck my cock before dinner to make it up to me."

"God, the birthday thing did get to your head," You gasped, shaking your head dramatically.

"So no head?" He pouted, an adorably wide eyed look on his face.

"Oh, head for sure." You corrected, nodding eagerly.

It was his birthday, after all.

(A/N: I have created...a monster.)