#johnny cod

[milk-tea-sakura]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎- 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒸, 𝓈𝑜 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈.

𝒞𝓌: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒶𝓁

Johnny had always been a fan of the holiday season, particularly the Christmas festivities. As a devout Catholic, he loved celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ and spreading the joy and cheer of the season. And one of his favorite traditions was decorating the house for Christmas.

For Johnny, hanging the Christmas lights was always a must. "No one does it like me," he'd say with a grin, patting his chest in pride. But it wasn't just about being the best at it, it was about feeling the magic of the season and creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere in their home.

Every year, Johnny would drag out the boxes of Christmas decorations from the attic, a childlike excitement in his eyes. "It's time to get festive," he'd say with a chuckle, rummaging through the boxes and finding his favorite string of lights.

You, his wife, would watch him fondly as he went about his task. He would hang the lights outside on the house, wrapping the eaves and outlining the windows carefully, humming carols under his breath. And once they were done outside, he would move indoors to string the lights on the tree, the fireplace, and any other surface he could find.

As he worked, Johnny would occasionally turn to you and say, "Can you bring me the tinsel, baby?" or, "Do you think this looks even?" His focus was solely on getting the lights just right, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.

Finally, when the lights were hung to his satisfaction, Johnny would step back and admire his handiwork, a proud smile on his face. "There," he'd say, his chest puffed out. "That's how it's done."

Finally, when the lights were hung to his satisfaction, Johnny would step back and admire his handiwork, a proud smile on his face. "There," he'd say, his chest puffed out. "That's how it's done."

The house would be transformed into a winter wonderland, the lights casting a soft, warm glow throughout the rooms. And as you looked around, taking in the magic of the season, you couldn't help but feel thankful for Johnny's enthusiasm and dedication to making their home as festive as possible.

"Are you going to take all this down after christmas?"

Johnny nodded eagerly, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. "Of course, baby. Wouldn't want the house to look like Christmas year-round, now would we?"

"You probably wouldn't mind it"

Johnny chuckled, a guilty look on his face. "You know me too well," he admitted, a grin tugging at his lips. "I do love the holiday season, but I guess I'll have to settle for just one month a year."

"Besides," he added, taking a step closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "I think you'd get sick of it pretty quickly."

"I wouldn't but it would take the magic out of this time of year. Plus I wouldn't get to see my handsome military husband use his muscles yearly."

Johnny's chest puffed up at your compliment, a cocky smile on his lips. "You just like seeing me lift heavy things and reach high places," he teased, his hands sliding down to give your hips a playful squeeze.

"Well, it certainly doesn't hurt," you replied with a coy smile, looping your arms around his neck. "But I also like seeing you all festive and jolly. It's a nice change from that tired military man all the time."

"Hey, I can be serious and festive at the same time," Johnny protested, feigning insulted, despite the smile still tugging at his lips. "I can put up the decorations while silently judging your taste in Christmas décor"

"What's wrong with my Christmas decor?"

Johnny's eyes widened in mock shock, as if offended by your question. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you insist on putting up that gaudy inflatable Santa next to the front door every year—"

You rolled your eyes playfully, swatting him on the chest. "That Santa was a gift from my grandma! I have to put it up every year."

"Plus she knows how much you love Christmas which is the whole reason she gave me that Santa." You continued.

Johnny chuckled, unable to argue with that logic. "Okay, fine. The Santa stays."

He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But the elf collection in the living room is another story—"

"You contribute to that collection every year so don't even."

Johnny's shoulders sagged in mock defeat, a sly smile on his lips. "Guilty as charged. I do seem to have a habit of buying those little elves every time I pass by the Christmas section at the store..."

"Yeah, and I quote "I brought it because it made me think of you." Sound familiar?"

Johnny rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Alright, alright, you caught me. But can you blame me? Those elves are adorable."

"You just said that you didn't like them"

Johnny chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter. "Baby, I just said I didn't like the elf collection. Doesn't mean I don't adore those little buggers. I do have to admit, they are pretty cute."

"Plus, they do remind me of you," he continued, his voice turning teasing. "Short and feisty."

You slap Johnny's chest playfully "On another note, I have a semi-early Christmas gift for you."

Johnny's eyes widened, a mixture of curiosity and excitement in his gaze. "A gift for me? And early, too? Christmas came early this year, I guess. What is it?"

"How do you feel about kids?"

Johnny's eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting that question. He paused, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, a thoughtful look on his face. "Kids, huh? Well, I mean, I've always thought it would be a nice idea, you know, to have a little one running around someday. But...are you trying to drop a hint here or something?"

"Stay here, I'll be right back." You say as you disappear into the bedroom

Johnny watched you with a mix of confusion and curiosity as you left the room. He stood there in the living room, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what you were up to.

He waited anxiously, his gaze darting between the empty doorway and the boxes of Christmas decorations surrounding him. The suspense was killing him. "Babe, what are you doing in there?" he called out, his voice tinged with impatience.

You walk back into the living room holding a small box "Here you go"

Johnny's eyes widened as he saw the small box in your hands. A mixture of emotions flashed across his face - surprise, anticipation, and a hint of excitement.

He took the box tentatively, his fingers lightly cradling it. "What is it? Can I open it now?"

"Yes, you can open it now."

Johnny's heart seemed to skip a beat as he looked down at the small box in his hands. He carefully opened it, his movements slow and measured.

When the lid came off, Johnny's breath caught in his throat. Inside the box was a single item that made his eyes widen and his heart skip a beat.

It was a positive pregnancy test.

Johnny's mind seemed to go blank for a moment as he stared at the small stick, trying to process what it meant. He looked up at you, his eyes wide and filled with shock and disbelief. "Is...is this real?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes... and I would like an emotion from you so I know how you're feeling about this."

Johnny's mind was still reeling as he processed the news. A mix of emotions ran through him - shock, surprise, a hint of worry, but also a growing sense of happiness and excitement.

He looked up at you, meeting your gaze with a mixture of awe and joy in his eyes. "I...I don't even know what to say. I can't believe it. We're...we're going to be parents?"

Johnny's words were shaky, his voice thick with emotion, as he began to fully grasp the implications of the positive test. He placed the box down and took a step towards you, his eyes searching your face. "Are you sure? This is...this is real?"

“Yes, it’s real Johnny. We are going to be parents.”

Johnny's heart was pounding in his chest as he heard you confirm the news. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you close into his embrace. "We're gonna have a baby," he breathed, his voice filled with a mixture of joy and disbelief.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent. "I...I can't believe it. I'm going to be a father. We're going to be parents." He repeated the words, as if trying to make them real.

"We're going to be parents" You confirm

Johnny held you tighter, his arms almost crushing you to his chest as the reality of the situation sank in. "A baby," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "We created a life."

He lifted his head, pulling back just enough so he could look into your eyes. His gaze was filled with a mixture of awe, love, and a hint of trepidation. "Are you...how do you feel about this? I mean, I know we talked about kids, but now that it's real, are you..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words.

"I'm...I'm a bit scared," you admitted, your voice slightly shaky, but also filled with a hint of excitement. "It's a huge step, you know. It's going to change our lives forever. But...but I think I'm also excited. I want to be a mom, Johnny. I want to have a family with you."

Johnny's heart swelled at your words, a wave of reassurance washing over him. "We can do this," he said, his voice firm and determined. "We're a team, remember? We've been through so much together. We can handle this. "His hands ran up your back, holding you close again. "I promise I'll be there for you every step of the way. We'll do this together."

He pulled back slightly, a smile tugging at his lips. "Plus, you're going to be a kickass mom. I can already tell."

You couldn't help but chuckle, some of the tension from before melting away at his compliment. "And you're going to be a pretty darn good dad," you replied, resting your head against his chest.

Johnny beamed at your words, his arms wrapping around you tighter. "Damn right I will be," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll protect our little one with everything I've got. And I'll do my best to make sure they know how much we love them."

"Even with you being away with the military?"

Johnny sighed, the weight of his job suddenly heavy on his shoulders. "Yeah, I know it'll be tough," he admitted. "Being away on missions, especially when the baby arrives...it's gonna be hard. But I promise you, I'll do my best to be there as much as I can. And we'll figure it out together, okay?"

"We'll get through it, baby," he continued, his voice filled with determination. "And our little one is gonna know how much we love them, no matter where I am or what I'm doing. We're in this together. You, me, and our baby. We're a team."

He pulled you close again, his arms encircling you once more. "And when I'm home, I'll make sure to spoil you both rotten."

You smiled into his chest, feeling a wave of reassurance wash over you. "You better," you replied, your voice filled with mock threat. "I'll hold you to those promises."

Johnny chuckled, his hand gently rubbing your back in a soothing motion. "Oh, don't worry," he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. "I always follow through on my promises, especially when it comes to you and our baby."

[hidingwhere]

John Prices wife coming to pick him up at the airport after he returns from a mission, but the car is now full of military men.

One look at the three boys, completely exhausted and pulling their phones out to book a taxi had your heart crying. Without thinking, you offered them all a lift to yours and Johns home for them to stay overnight.

So now there’s three men cramped onto your three backseats, John having the luxury of sitting in the front. Simon is on the end (still in his balaclava but luckily not the skull mask because you’d be a little creeped out seeing that every time in the rear view mirror), Johnny in the middle and then Kyle on the other end. Johnny complains for about 10 minutes that he’s squished in and has no room to move but after that he’s completely zonked out on Simons shoulder.

Your music plays quietly through the speakers and they’re happy to listen to anything that isn’t gun shots or explosions.

Once you arrive home, they all climb out the car, grabbing their bags from the boot and dumping them down in the living room.

“Place looks less lifeless than last time I was here,” comments Johnny.

“Finally got a woman’s touch to it,” adds Kyle.

You smile a little at the non-direct compliment. Price also looks around, noticing the little details that have changed or the things that have been added around his house, keeping a hand on your back. He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling “I missed you” against your lips.

“I missed you too. But it looks like you’ve lost weight.” You glance down at his body. “I’ll fatten you up again,” you tease with a little giggle as he chuckles.

It’s around 9pm by the time you’ve cooked dinner for four people who have appetites of bears. They all look at you as if you’re an angel sent from heaven when they see the food, sitting down at the dining table silently and scoffing down the meal.

By 10pm, you go into the living room thinking they’re all watching TV but instead they’re all asleep. You grab some spare blankets from beside the sofa and cover them up except for John. You shake him awake and make him move upstairs into bed with you. There’s no way you’re letting him sleep on the sofa and not with you after weeks apart.

[chaosandmarigolds]

Simon Riley this and Simon Riley what about John Mactavish!!

And yes, John

Because John, Johnny and Soap are three very distinctly different people within your household

Johnny is the guy who has your toddler on his shoulders and running through the backyard at full speed while making airplane noises

Johnny is the one surprises (sneaks up) you with showers you of kisses at the most absurd times, right out of the shower? bam, forty kisses. Getting groceries out of the car? Bam, forty more-

John in the one helps you zip up your dress with an adorning gaze, making sure he’s wearing the right cologne that matches your perfume

John is the one who helps your toddler with their math because you didn’t want to be associated with failing a math class

John is the one who goes up and down the stairs forty times to make sure your coffee is just right and coming back with a soft, ‘taste ‘is one, love, should be right.’ And will not whine when you give him a slightly downturned expression

John who sits on the tile of the bathroom floor as you sit in the bath, happily listening to your day

now soap, now, okay, that’s his work mode. It’s Simon’s Ghost, so soap really only makes a show when you’re out and something slightly pisses him off such as someone trying to grab your ass you’re both shopping for formula

He doesn’t get violent, at first, more of snarky remarks that lacked the usual life within them

Soap is a very calculated man, it may not seem like it but he is- he has to be so he waited, got the license plate and well…he figured he should Ghost finish the op

Soap is the one who will leave flowers for you one your nightstand, he’s also the one who will do damage control if he ever majority fucks up

All together you get your wonderful Johnny Soap MacTavish and well…he can be a handful

(Annnd yeah! If you guys have any comments, ideas or feedback, lemme know!! Toodles!)

[lyeofhell]

╰┈ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ MDNI, banner cred: @/cafekitsune

I just know Soap would be an amazing brat handler. His intelligence and penchant for chaos keep him attentive, and his charisma and humor make him incredibly quick-witted. All of it lends well to being able to anticipate his brat’s behavior and beat them at their own game, all while maintaining a playfulness and lightheartedness that still makes his brat feel safe and secure.

He holds you to your mistakes, following through with punishment when you need structure and stability to beat yourself against. But he also knows when to let things go, opting for comfort with open arms over correction when you need something a little softer to fall back on.

Biting, kissing, chasing, wrestling, tricking, outsmarting, laughing, playing - it’s just so natural. It comes so easy to him. And as someone who might struggle a bit with racing & jumbled thoughts, a bouncing leg and a need to be perfectly stimulated, the push and pull between him and his brat satisfies his needs so well. He’s kept on his toes in the best way possible and his brain loves you for it.

A dynamic like this allows him to love you wildly, chaotically, boundlessly; in more ways than one - from gentle to brutal and everywhere in between. Johnny wants no limit on the ways he can love you, and no matter how much you throw at him, or how much you restrict yourself to fight and snap and disobey - he can handle it. He wants to handle it.

christ, bonnie just let him handle it

[emmster]

I think I’ve decided to make the comic with Ghoap in mind

[musouie]

cw ⊹ ࣪ ˖ dacryphilia, overstim | ib: @deargaz's drabble !

johnny gets so turned on when you cry.

he realises this while you’re both watching some shoddy film, something about a dog dying — he can’t remember, because the second he sees tears well up in your eyes, his cock is straining against his trousers.

it’s the way you sniffle, the way your eyes go all red and puffy...

and the more you sob, the harder he gets.

his hands start to wander, and it’s not long before they’re slipping between your thighs. you’re not quite paying attention, too caught up in the film, and you don’t notice that his fingers tease the soft skin below your fuzzy pyjama-shorts until his calloused thumb grazes your clothed clit.

“johnny,” you whisper, voice warbling, eyes snapping to his. “w-what’re you doing?”

“shh, don’t worry, bonnie,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “’m just tryna make ya’ feel better.” (the film continues, now background noise to his fib, to his want)

he slips his hand past your underwear, and his fingers are cold, but they quickly warm up as they slide through your folds. he rubs the pads of his digits against your sensitive bud, and your hips buck forward, a soft whimper tumbling from your lips.

the pleasure of it all causes your head to fall back against his shoulder, and he can see the wetness glistening on your cheeks, the way your eyelashes stick together.

“yer so fuckin’ pretty when ya’ cry,” he growls, his free hand reaching up to cup your jaw, tilting your face towards his to offer a better view. “so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

he presses his lips to yours, and the kiss is hot and messy and desperate, tongues sparring and teeth clinking as you both fight for a rise. he pulls away to lap at the seam of your lips, the warm muscle straying to your cheek...

you taste like salt, johnny notes, as he rolls the flat of his tongue over your wet skin, humming contentedly at the taste. he repeats the movement, drawing out a keening whine, and he feels himself growing harder and harder at the salty sting on his taste buds.

as he savours you, his fingers continue their ministrations, rubbing tight circles around your clit. it isn’t long before you’re trembling, your thighs clenching around his hand.

“that’s it, birdie,” he coos, his voice low and rough. “cum for me.”

and you do. with a choked sob, your body shuddering as your orgasm washes over you, you do.

but johnny isn’t finished.

he keeps going, his fingers working your clit, and the stimulation is too much, too intense, and you try to squirm away, but his other arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

tears of overstimulation leak from your eyes, stinging, blurring your vision. and there it is again; his tongue licking them away, lapping them off of your heated skin, moaning softly.

you sob as he works your little bundle of nerves, bringing you to climax two, three, four times, before you finally tap out. his digits are covered in your slick, and you watch with wide, bloodshot eyes as he slides his fingers into his mouth, humming contently at the flavour, cleaning them one by one.

and when he finishes, he takes a spit-soiled thumb and runs it across your cheeks, gathering the remnants of your tears before sucking his finger back into his mouth.

(can you blame him? he just wanted to hear his pretty bird cry... )

masterlist <3

[soft-lilith]

You can have long haired mohawks. They're sick as fuck. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love your female soap.

O M G

WAIT I NEED TO DRAW THIS

3 hours later

OK THAT TOOK WAY TOO LONG AND IDK WHY ADUJHASDJ

(and yes i didn't draw their tattoos located on the arms because it's literally 11:30 pm and I need to head to bed but i wanted to finish this so badly)

ANYWAYS THANK YOU MUCH I STILL HAD A BALST DRAWING IT 🖤

[burnt-coffeepot]

ghoap brainrot reaching me

[project-neo]

Leaving this hier with you guys.

[solowinged]

maybe now i can get some shit done

original render by @ave661

[go-go-gadget-autism]

current work in progress but i just thought i should post this here for funsies. if you don’t see a mouth. uhh that’s cause it was too hard to draw so i didn’t give him one. love u pookies have something to eat while i’m gone

[hidingwhere]

Task Force 141 when you fuss over them after coming back from a mission:

John Price-

Gently reassures you that you don’t need to do anything for him and having you in his arms again is the best possible thing to make him feel better. Even when you pull away and insist on making him a quick meal, he swiftly pulls you back into a hug again before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you upstairs. He refuses to let you leave and kisses you sweetly to convince you to stay.

Simon Riley-

Knows the minute you ask if he wants something to eat or drink that he’s going to marry you one day; sooner rather than later. Lets you fuss over him happily but pretends to hate it, muttering that he doesn’t need you to turn on the shower for him. However, he lets you do whatever, knowing it makes you happier and more relaxed when you take care of him.

Johnny Mactavish-

Literally refuses to let you leave his side. No, he doesn’t want a meal or a drink, he wants you. He’ll hold you so tight it feels like your bones are being crushed and only when you comment on the uncomfortableness of the embrace does he relax his grip. He doesn’t have a shower which earns him a number of complaints from you because he smells bad but he doesn’t care- says he’ll have one tomorrow morning which causes you to grumble.

Kyle Garrick-

Acts like a puppy and lets you do everything for him. Grins happily when you cook him a simple meal and set it down on the table for him. Thanks you profusely and gently runs his hand up and down your waist while you lead him upstairs. Watches you help remove his clothes and sighs against your shoulder in content when you rub his arms.

[chaosandmarigolds]

what??? What do you mean you don’t wanna hear-

Too bad ok

So my favorite genre of angst is what I lovingly refer to as ‘no hope angst’ and a PRIME example is:

Desperate CPR

Now for John Price it would be post OP, probably on an Evac back to the base or safe zone- where he was trying to ignore the obvious signs of decrease for his own mental sanity. And he did that until he couldn’t anymore, where you slumped forward in your seat after a few whines of pain. His forearms would burn from the forty minutes of shocks and compressions and ultimately Simon and Johnny would’ve had to drag him back

Now for Johnny MacTavish it would be a nonnegotiable, in his brain he stoped the bleeding so therefore CPR would totally fix a bullet to the heart. It wouldn’t matter that the skin was cold to the touch, it wouldn’t matter how his teammates screamed at him to get out of the fire zone- he had to save you. He had to get this right. He would happily die beside you if it meant he didn’t have to leave you.

Kyle Garrick would know something was wrong when you started to complain of ‘heart burn’ during a briefing, really it wouldn’t have been his fault but large of a poison dosage…it was a waste of time. For all the care and love he had it didn’t matter in that moment because he knew the tasks at hand, he would’ve snapped at anyone who suggested anything different, sweat beading up and even the medic telling him it was useless.

Then we have Simon Riley, who would’ve fought for you even before the announced death. His eyes would burn with tears that were never shed and he would cringe to the sound of ribs cracking under his weight. He would’ve relented with the medics took over and he wouldn’t have slept for days until you were officially announced brain dead and…well, according to him the rest is history.

:D teehee!

[amourlyns]

⠀ 「 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ Johnny is determined to make you his, even if it takes some white lies.

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Johnny ���Soap 〞Mactavish + gn!nurse Reader

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀This is also on ao3 ➜    masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ None

⠀ ��� ⠀ | JOHNNY WAS A SHIT LIAR, YOU KNEW that and he knew that too. The lengths he’ll go to see you were hilarious, you’d never admit that though.

So, when Johnny shows up to the infirmary with a paper cut you can’t help but sigh at his antics. Maybe if you kept up this front he would leave you alone. ❛ Ach, ya look s’pleased ‘t see me.❜

The sound of Johnny’s voice lingers in your head— his cologne seems to linger too. Damn, you needed him out like.. right now. ❛ You should just give it up, Johnny. Seriously.❜

He doesn’t of course, and you’re not surprised. He knows you don’t actually mean it, because if you did… he wouldn’t be here in the first place. Silence fills the space between you too. Then you break it.

❛ Just one date, just one and that’s it.❜ He accepts it of course, you finally peek out of your shell. Just a bit. And that’s all he needed. Before he leaves, you put a silly Hello Kitty bandaid on his paper cut.

❛ Well I’ll be damned. An ‘ol paper cut was all y’ needed, aye? Can I get a star next ? ❜ You ignore him for the most part, but he can see the small smile that creeps onto your expression.

You shoo him out moments after, and he raises his hand in a defensive manner. Giggling his way out of the infirmary… God, this was going to be rough.

YOU WERE DEFINITELY DRAMATIC… Here you we’re wishing that this night could last forever. Johnny was nothing but a gentleman to you.

But it gets worse, he was a damn good comedian. So funny in fact, it had you wondering why didn’t you go out with him sooner? Well, you were as stubborn as an ox of course. You could feel yourself twinge with a bit of pride at the sight of his Hello Kitty bandaid.. he kept it on?

He follows your line of sight and grins. The warm lighting against the setting sun did him wonders… he just looked so right like this. He was really good at picking places to go as well, almost too good.

He took you to this small botanical garden, then a local coffee shop now you were here, at some food truck with amazing street food. You also noted that he loved walking, not that you mind of course. It was better than being cooped up in the infirmary after all.

The sound of Johnny talking breaks your train of thought. ❛ Ay, I kept the bandaid. The boys teased the hell outta me. ‘S a nice reminder of ya though. ❜ Wow, he’s honest. Maybe too honest, because he’s making you more and more nervous by the minute.

Involuntary smiles and giggles are slipping out and your face is getting warm. Damn, he’s smooth. ❛ That’s sweet of you.❜ Why did you have the strongest urge to kiss him? You don’t of course, but you do feel the need to tease him a bit.

So you lean in, to him. And he replicates your movements, instead, you take a bite out of his gyro. A satisfied groan escapes your lips at the flavor and you’re left with a blissful expression.

When you focus on him again, you’re inches away from his face. Your gazes meet and you pull away. He’s speechless for the most part he couldn’t tell if he should be upset about his gyro and your teasing, or if he should be grateful.

He decides to go with both options. ❛ Cheeky, aren’t ya? ❜ You respond with a small smile, and a satisfied hum. You and Johnny to call it a night and head back to base.

Johnny holds the door open for you, ushering you in like some royal… it’s funny to be honest, it makes you feel special. He definitely earned the star right? Especially after today.

So you give it to him, placing it on his chest giving it a gentle kiss. And you end up giving him one too, on the cheek of course. You don’t want to get his hopes too high now. He smiles like a little kid who just got candy, all cheery and giddy.

You bid him farewell, and he does the same.

He was definitely getting another date with you.

[emmster]

Some lore dump for the cod readers and some nostalgia for the destiny readers

[beloveds-embrace]

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

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