#johnny is too quiet and scares the shit out of everyone

[im-normal-about-everything]

I KNOW the sleepovers with the Curtis gang go hard as hell. No one is going to sleep at a reasonable time and everyone is upset in the morning.

[buggyjuggie]

Could you do Johnny, Kitana, Kung Lao, Syzoth, and/or Smoke w/ a reader who has a Katya Zamolodchikova type personality/sense of humour? I'm talking pure chaos, but with a loving and caring vulnerable side. :)

──★ ˙ ̟ Johnny Cage, Kitana, Kung Lao, Syzoth and Smoke x GN!reader with a Katya personality

Note: I watched so much rupauls drag race just for this request because i was so scared of getting something wrong oh god i really hope you like it also @rueschronic you saved me i love you bitch

「 ✦ Kung Lao ✦ 」

* SHIT TALKING DUO

* you and Kung Lao are competitive and like to show off both of you can walk into any place and all eyes are on yall

* Both of you lift each other up as much as you can because you and Kung lao both know what it feels like to put on a character/facade or joke around people even when your hurting on the inside or try to hide it to appear fine

* When you called him queen he wore that like a badge of honour

* He picks up your vocabulary extremely fast and manages to confuse everyone around him

「 ✦ Johnny cage ✦ 」

* THE duo not a duo it’s THE duo

* I feel like Johnny has wanted to try out more ,,feminine” things but due to holywood and it being looked down upon he hasn’t yet until you gave him reality check and remined him that no one cares (bitch)

* Like Kung lao you and Johnny have that one thing in common: a character. Both of you act a certain way and have built a character to show off to people. People know ,,Johnny Cage” but do they know John Carlton. As more time passes you and Johnny start working on tearing those walls down and showing your true honest selves of course without loosing those confident attitudes

* Clubbing, going out, after party’s all the time most weekends will be endend with you and Johnny at his house not knowing how you got back home but not really needing to know because you’ll be too busy cuddling one another

* Has definitely asked you to be stunt performer because he knows that you can strut your shit like a its a performance

「 ✦ Kitana ✦ 」

* You captured Kitanas attention right away

* Kitana enjoys her status and work as a princess of Outworld but it does become dull at points. The people being careful around her, underestimating her and treating her almost like a porcelain doll

* Not you tho you treat Kitana like a normal person, tell her things honestly and aren’t afraid of what she can do

* Kitana is very observant she sees that you hide behind jokes and when she finally confront you about you let eveything out. All the toughts of self doubt, anxiety are washed away with promises from her to protect you and keep you safe for as long as she is alive

* A lot of time with Kitana and you is spent sparring or you telling her about Earthrealm, languages and culture (Kitana is prob a history nerd sue me)

「 ✦ Syzoth ✦ 」

* He was enamoured by you at first sight

* Because of his zetteran liniage Syzoth understands your struggles. Wanting to be yourself but the world rejecting it deeming it ,,too much” or even distasteful. He assures you to the best of his abilities that he’ll never leave you and will stay by your side no matter what

* ,,mother? But im a man” ,,slay ? Slay what ?” Her a little confused when it come to slang but slowly starts to understand it

* If you do drag or are interested in drag TELL IT ALL TO THIS MAN. Syzoth absolutely loves learning about earthrealm its cultures and norms and how people express themselves

* You insulted him once in a joking way and he didn’t understand that you were joking and it ended up in a hugs and kisses session for like 30 min and a long as hell explanation

「 ✦ Smoke ✦ 」

* The walking definition of polar opposites

* Smoke is quiet ,reserved and introverted meanwhile your loud, not afraid to make a scene and get dirty and extroverted

* ,,Excuse me he asked for no pickles” you say as Smoke stands in the background like a wet puppy

* Smoke is the only person who knows about your anxiety’s he does his best to assure that you are loved for who you are

* If you do nails he’s constantly asking you to do his. Smoke just really enjoys having pretty nails that match with his beautiful partner

*. ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[iliketangerines]

Hey hey- i am literally obsessed with your writing 🤭 first time requesting something so sorry if it's weird but could you write Something for mk1 men (whichever character you like) with a fem reader that is like in her own world most of the time and one time she gets so startled or surprised that she slaps them across the face? It's perfectly fine If you wouldn't like to write it tho :D

(sorry if its confusing English is not my first language)

instinctual reaction

a/n: n/a

pairing: johnny cage x gn!reader

warnings: minor injury mention

Johnny stares at you from across the room, eating his food slowly as Kung Lao and Raiden talk to each other right next to him

you sit across from Kenshi, the both of silent except for the occasional murmurs of Japanese as you eat

although Kenshi was quiet and spoke only when needed or to make a jab at Johnny, you were silent as a ghost, showing up and scaring the shit out of everyone when you did so

you even scared Lord Liu Kang whenever you just showed up in the room, footsteps silent even on the creaking wooden floorboards

on top of that, you rarely spoke English, only ever speaking Japanese with Kenshi, and only ever spoke English when he wasn’t around and you needed something

Johnny needed the attention from you, everyone here, even Kenshi, had given him attention in one way or another

you, however, ignored him, not even sparing him a glance even when he directly talked to you, and it irritated the hell out of him

he needed you talk to him, to acknowledge his presence, anything

he had tried crazy stunts, shown off his best moves in the training field, tries his best pick-up lines, said crazy shit while you were around

and still, you never said anything to him or even looked at him, almost as if he was a buzzing fly in the room

actually, more like he didn’t exist because you even gave the flies attention, killing them when they buzzed too close to your blade

the worst part was that you talked to everyone, gave formal greetings to Raiden and Kung Lao, conversed with Kenshi in Japanese, talked to Liu Kang and Geras

everyone except the super megastar action movie star

Johnny feels a tap on his shoulder, and he looks over to Kung Lao with a teasing smirk as he tracks the actor’s gaze to you on the other side of the room

the monk teases him, saying in a singsong voice that the actor liked you, and Johnny rolls his eyes and says he did not like you, he was just confused by you, that’s all

Raiden gives a little shake of his head, a small smile as he sips on some tea, and Kung Lao just slaps Johnny on the back and says that he doesn’t believe a single word that the actor says

Kenshi spares a glance over to Johnny to see the fuss and gives him a glare before turning his attention back to you, and the actor frowns at the sight of you talking back to the swordsman

looking back at his meal, he decides that he would get your attention no matter what, and Johnny sits in silence as he formulates his plan

Johnny stares at you from across the room, eating his food slowly as Kung Lao and Raiden talk to each other right next to him

you sit across from Kenshi, the both of silent except for the occasional murmurs of Japanese as you eat

although Kenshi was quiet and spoke only when needed or to make a jab at Johnny, you were silent as a ghost, showing up and scaring the shit out of everyone when you did so

you even scared Lord Liu Kang whenever you just showed up in the room, footsteps silent even on the creaking wooden floorboards

on top of that, you rarely spoke English, only ever speaking Japanese with Kenshi, and only ever spoke English when he wasn’t around and you needed something

Johnny needed the attention from you, everyone here, even Kenshi, had given him attention in one way or another

you, however, ignored him, not even sparing him a glance even when he directly talked to you, and it irritated the hell out of him

he needed you talk to him, to acknowledge his presence, anything

he had tried crazy stunts, shown off his best moves in the training field, tries his best pick-up lines, said crazy shit while you were around

and still, you never said anything to him or even looked at him, almost as if he was a buzzing fly in the room

actually, more like he didn’t exist because you even gave the flies attention, killing them when they buzzed too close to your blade

the worst part was that you talked to everyone, gave formal greetings to Raiden and Kung Lao, conversed with Kenshi in Japanese, talked to Liu Kang and Geras

everyone except the super megastar action movie star

Johnny feels a tap on his shoulder, and he looks over to Kung Lao with a teasing smirk as he tracks the actor’s gaze to you on the other side of the room

the monk teases him, saying in a singsong voice that the actor liked you, and Johnny rolls his eyes and says he did not like you, he was just confused by you, that’s all

Raiden gives a little shake of his head, a small smile as he sips on some tea, and Kung Lao just slaps Johnny on the back and says that he doesn’t believe a single word that the actor says

Kenshi spares a glance over to Johnny to see the fuss and gives him a glare before turning his attention back to you, and the actor frowns at the sight of you talking back to the swordsman

looking back at his meal, he decides that he would get your attention no matter what, and Johnny sits in silence as he formulates his plan

the next morning, he gets up bright and early, and he brushes his teeth and washes his face, as he puts on moisturizer and checks that he hasn’t missed a single spot, Kenshi enters the restroom and leans on the doorway

the swordsman just stares at the actor, and Johnny finally turns back to meet the swordsman’s glare

Kenshi says to back off from you, that you aren’t interested when you have business in protecting earthrealm, and that you especially weren’t interested in a egotistical actor that couldn’t bother to attend most of the lessons

Johnny scoffs and gives Kenshi an offended look, asking if he was the one to put you up to ignoring him all the time

Kenshi ignores Johnny’s question, saying you certainly aren’t interested in talking to someone who was only here to benefit themselves, even Kung Lao had an interest in protecting Earthrealm because he wanted to protect Raiden

you had spent so much of your life training to protect Earthrealm, and Johnny’s relaxed attitude had annoyed you, made your whole life a joke

Johnny stares at Kenshi, letting out a small oh in response at the realization that he had unknowingly belittled your whole life, and walks off to the dining hall

he stares at the baozi and grabs an extra one and goes off to find you

as he finishes his breakfast, he  finds you in the courtyard atop one of the stones, legs crossed and palms resting in your lap as you meditate

he walks up to you, kicking away rocks in the dust as he does so, and he says that he got you breakfast and puts a baozi on the stone next to you

taking a second to just gather his words, Johnny says that he’s sorry for making your whole life a joke, he really was trying to take the whole Earthrealm defender think seriously, and that he’ll try earnestly

you don’t open your eyes, face calm as a pool of water, and Johnny stands there awkwardly for a few moments longer before bidding you a quiet farewell and leaving

sulking throughout morning training, he tries to give himself a pep talk that you simply were just processing the information

and then, as he watches you finally arrive to morning training a few minutes before, a half-eaten baozi in your hand, his confidence soars at the fact that you had accepted his food and had given him a indirect acceptance of his apology

he doesn’t pester you for the rest of morning training, focusing on his own efforts of trying to improve his fighting style, but near the end, as he grows more restless and bored with practicing the same drills over and over again, he spares a glance to you

you’ve barely broken a sweat and continue to hold the sword in your hand and face off against the dummy, and you practice the same move over and over again, hitting the dummy directly in the neck

it’s almost as if you’re in a trance, and Johnny glances down at your unbandaged hands, knowing that you were definitely growing blisters on your palms

he wonders if you always train until you bleed, and he sighs as you wince, almost imperceptible as you whack the dummy once again

Johnny rolls his eyes and heads over to the medical wing, thankfully close by the training fields, and he grabs a bandage and some antiseptic wipes and heads back to the fields

walking over to you, you still haven’t noticed him, still hitting at the dummy with controlled breaths and precise moves

he isn’t sure if he should interrupt you when you’re training, but even from behind you, he could see how red and irritated your hands had become, blisters forming on the palm

tapping on your shoulder, you whip around, sword coming down at his neck, and Johnny yelps and puts his hand up to stop your arm

the blade comes down and stops just in the nick of time, and Johnny can feel the wooden blade resting against his neck lightly

if it were metal, there would have been a slight trickle of blood dripping down his neck

you stop and take a breath, removing your sword to go back to training, and Johnny stops you, holding up the bandages and grabbing onto your hands

he can feel you try and tug them away, as if offended by the touch, but then you notice the blisters on your hands and frown, like the pain had just hit you

Johnny sighs and says to hold your hands up, and you hesitate for a moment, before holding your hands up and letting him bandage up your hands

he says that he’s had a lot of practice bandaging his own wounds, being your own stunt actor with real props meant a lot of injuries

as he wipes away any bacteria with the wipes and tightly wraps your hand, he says to be more careful and gives you a slight bow in respect

you mumble out a thanks, and it’s so quiet that Johnny almost misses it, nearly falling over in the process

it was quiet, but it was still there, and Johnny says no problem, walking away with a big smile on his face

[alwaysshallow]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could do a soap fluff where he never sees the reader sleep, he’s seen her up at such ungodly hours yet he doesn’t confront her because she scares him a bit, she’s quiet and only talks when spoken too, not too much like Simon though, she isn’t mean, just a little arrogant and snarky.

Soap has a little crush on her but he pushes it away most of the time, questioning himself for it but the girl never normally shows affection only little nods toward price, it’s obvious she looks up to him.

Anyway on one mission they get in the plane from Mexico and she sits down, soap sits next to her as he talks to Gaz, he feels a weight on his shoulder and she’s fast asleep, he doesn’t think much of it until she wraps her arms around his bicep, nuzzling her self into him and Gaz notices his stuttering mess and nervousness.

ignore me if you don’t wanna write soap!

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

He tries to get to know you more. (1,9k)

AO3 version

A/N: I could never say no to my beloved Johnny; AND it's first request, very thankful!! I had to turn it into oneshot, I just had to. I hope you will enjoy <3

It's probably the way you're unavailable for him. Out of reach, he can say, but he's working on getting to it, slowly.

It's probably the way you practically don't smile, the way you're quiet, the way you're devoted to your work, just like he is.

Johnny is the type of person to be friends with everyone in Task Force 141; might be his charming nature, might be his talkativeness, but all in all, he's just everyone's friend. He likes late night talks, going to bar with squad, pretty much everything suits him and his nature.

You're kind of different. Quiet, methodical, just like Simon, but also different – you seem like you're more open than him. It's the way you gave him a comment after his missed shot when you were on comms, asking if he really was one of the best shooters or he just pretended to.

Somehow, that didn't offend him at all. Normally, it would even cause a conversation and a bit of banter, but all he gave you was a laugh and a question if you're feeling cheeky, if you need some proof that he's the best. He almost heard your eyes rolling at that moment. It was another thing that interested him in you – for fuck's sake, he loved people talking back to him. If they were ladies, maybe even more. He knew you like working with him, though, despite your irritation sometimes. Most of the time, he irritated you to the core with asking questions, on purpose, just to get a rise out of you, just to get you to speak since you did it rarely. Soap was pretty convinced that you believed in speech is silver and silence is golden type of shit, but he liked silver better anyway.

It was Christmas when he got you a little gift – he did the same for everyone to not raise suspicion, but every pin was personalized. Skull for Ghost, helicopter for Gaz (obviously, he had to continue the joke), cigars for Price and for you... a cat.

No one knew that you had a cat – it was more of observation, when you had your civilian clothes, your shirt had some of white fur on it, Soap realized. He almost immediately though of asking you what was the race, if it was he or she, but he decided to drop it, so he could surprise you.

And it was worth it.

He knew you liked it, when you sent him a look, full of questions that he could answer if you'd only ask them. He could explain that he pays attention to detail, despite the public knowledge, their jokes about it.

Soap was so calm back then. Everyone liked their pins, everyone had them, so no one would question gift for you.

It was enough he was questioning himself all the time.

Like, how can he know so little about you, but yet, feel so giddy whenever you're around?

How can he not turn his head in your direction when you're walking next to him, so gracefully, focused on something, a gun strong in your hand, prepared for every occasion that would happen. You would die for your people, that much was clear, and so would he.

Johnny is almost ashamed at his feelings and hitting on you – you can't take it seriously, considering that he hits on everyone in your mind, but this type of hitting is different. You obviously don't know that, but he thinks twice before he says something to you.

He thinks twice before giving you a cheesy pick-up line that:

a) you usually ignore,

b) you roll your eyes at,

c) from time to time, you ask if he has something better, and he just grins like a kid that got candy, telling you another one.

What he doesn't know though? He doesn't know that you smile every time in your dorm at it, when you remember what he has said to you, it's a sweet secret that you're willing to keep.

As long as you can.

You're the first one who takes seat in the plane that is supposed to go back to your main base; you're grateful that you're going home. You like Mexico, obviously, as well as the adrenaline it brought, but you were tired as hell, fighting with yourself to not fall asleep after draining mission.

At least, you planned not to fall asleep until everyone will be here, and the plane will be in the air.

First ones to come after you, are Ghost and Price. They are talking about some machines that they "have" to buy. You're not interested, so you mainly observe your surroundings, or you just play with your hands to make the time go faster.

A little scolding goes to Soap and Gaz for being late; it's not serious obviously, but it's something that Price likes to tell them, praying that someday they wouldn't be late.

"Feelin' sleepy, ace?"

"Always, Gaz. Pretty tired" you reply, your eyes darting between him and Soap.

"We played those fuckers like kids. I do not believe that they gave up so easily" Gaz rolls his eyes with amusement, as he takes a seat nearby.

"Yeah, we got 'em. Motherfuckers thought they had a chance" Soap laughs, shaking his head. It's the first time he's so happy with the mission, despite being tired and a little beaten up; he takes the seat next to you, nodding in respectful manner. A greeting, you could say.

His head turns back to Kyle.

"Just like you in poker." Garrick responds, grinning. Soap can't help but roll his eyes at this statement, even if it's true – yeah, maybe poker wasn't really his best, but he was the best in other things.

Uno, for example. Or Monopoly, even if he got easily irritated by Simon taking his favorite places just to rile him up and pay the taxes or beg for buying it from him in exchange for something. Despite all that, he's pretty good at it. Poker is a different story, everyone cheats here, mostly Gaz and Price.

That's what Johnny thinks. Captain and his "son" cheating, ain't that surprising?

"Won't comment on that, Gaz" he manages to mumble; there's something else in his mind too, but he forgets it the moment your head rests on his shoulder.

His gaze goes to you immediately and with the rest of his willpower, he tries not to smile. It's pretty sure he lost count how many times in just one minute he told himself to not daydream over this little gesture. After all, it happened only because you are tired, right? It happens to everyone.

Soap's mind is filled of memory when he fell asleep on Price; the great surprise he had after that, tells him to not overthink. It's just probably because you feel safe around him. Your body is weak after such an intense mission, no doubt that you want just somewhere to lay your head on.

"Because you have nothin' in your defence, man." his friend laughs, pointing at him. "I'd play even now, if you want to. I think I have cards somewhere. Price, you want to play?" he raises his voice.

"Gaz, for fuck's sake, she's sleeping" Soap hisses, looking at Gaz with furrowed eyebrows.

"Jeez, calm down, man. She's sleeping like a damn rock here." he rolls his eyes and nudges Johnny. "What are you, her protector?

Scot sighs. "She did a pretty good job today. 'st want her to get a proper rest before we will hit our base, you know? It's..."

He trails off just in the moment you nuzzle into him – consciously or not. More to his bicep, considering that your arms wrap around it tightly, and your head claims it proudly as a pillow, but it's enough.

It's enough for Soap to lost the track of his thoughts, to lose his composure. You never did things like that, hell, you never even hugged, and there you are. Skin to skin, so close, sleeping, vulnerable for everything around. It's the way he feels sudden urge to protect you, even if nothing dangerous is around, just men who would give everything to protect their team.

He knows you can protect yourself on your own, you're perfectly capable of doing that. He saw it multiple times, how easily you could take down a guy twice your size, and he adored that. More than he would ever admit, considering that he keeps his feelings to himself. It's easier this way, less complicated, Soap needs to think how he will approach you.

Not an easy job, no. Especially that you're not the one to show affection, he has to have a better plan than pick-up lines. Or maybe the time will help?

Something shifts in the air, and he knows it. He's bad at hiding emotions like this, unexpected ones, so when his gaze drifts back to Gaz, already observing him with curiosity, he gulps.

"What you wanted to say? About..." he points with his chin at you, wrapped around his arm.

"What? Nothing." he replied immediately, biting his cheek from inside.

"No, you certainly wanted to–"

"–mm, can you be a little bit quieter, Gaz? Just a little bit." you murmur, sleepy; you don't even know what they are talking about, you're more than focused on sleeping and warmness that Soap gives you.

"Yeah, sorry, ace. Got some really good pillow over here, eh?" Garrick smiles widely, looking at Johnny, whose gaze is at you.

"Mhm."

Oh, if you'd only know. You don't even realize how this little gesture, how your blurred mhm affects him. Your close proximity, soft skin of your cheek on his bicep, it all makes him feel like crazy one because he thinks if it's something normal for you, or you just like-like him. He has a million questions.

Could it be it?

"Soap?" he hears Gaz.

Soap is not sure if he spoke something before calling for him. "Y-yeah?" For the first time, he fucking stutters, which is embarrasing enough when Kyle looks at him.

"You good, man? You seem... tensed up."

"What? No." he laughs quietly, nervous that his friend might be onto something. He wasn't dumb, but Johnny would hate for him to know. It's not like he will tell you, not at all, but he could make comments, and that... nah, not an option.

Gaz would try to and be a wingman, but Johnny needed to charm you on his own, without any help; he needed time to figure things out.

"Sure of that?"

"Gaz, really. Leave him be and shut up." you spoke up again; boys aren't sure if it's mumbling from your sleep or something, but what they know is that you mean it, so Kyle just rolls his eyes.

Yet, he gives Soap the biggest grin once again, and he knows that he will be insufferable, when he gets up from his seat and he takes the one near Price and Ghost.

MacTavish is more focused on you, though. He smiles under his nose, and with a little bit of hesitation, he rests his head against yours.

"Is it okay?" he whispers, trying to get an answer from you. It's risky, he doesn't even know if you're awake, but he would hate to overstep a boundary with you.

You don't give him verbal answer; instead, you just nuzzle into his arm more, and it's all he needs.

He decides that he will ask you out sometime – for something simple, maybe coffee, maybe he will find an excuse to go with you to the movies.

He will, he just needs to find a right moment, but he knows it's gonna happen.

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

The Light Behind Your Eyes

Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader Task Force 141 X Platonic!F!Reader

“Gave us quite a scare, darling, try not to do that again, that’s an order.” Price’s laugh was thick and wet, clearing his throat to try and help stop the tears. “Not allowed to leave us just yet there sweetheart, not until you’re old and gray.” Gaz knew you could hear their jokes, even if they fell somewhat flat.

a/n:ahhhhh! this is thanks to my amazing friend @gaylemonshark fuel my angst filled heart, this was probably the angstiest thing I've written in a while! warnings:mentions of blood, wounds, near death experiences, blood loss, broken bones, it's a total angst fest

It was supposed to be an easy mission, get the intel and get it back to base so that Laswell can analyze it. None of you had been expecting the firefight that greeted you the moment the helicopter landed. Price had taken the lead, Ghost running alongside him as they did their best to take out any enemies that were within eyesight. They’d managed to get more than half, laying low to check ammo and make sure that everyone was alright. A sniper had nearly taken Soap out, you had tackled him to the ground when you noticed the little dot resting on his shirt.

He’d thanked you quickly before firing back his own shot, successfully taking out the sniper that had been firing at your group. Price had sent you, Ghost, and Soap into the building to retrieve any important information while he and Gaz scoured the area. It was unnervingly quiet as you scoured for any documents, or hard drives that you could snag.

“I don’t like this, it seems too easy.” Ghost was on edge, and that wasn’t something he felt often.

“It’ll be alright, we’ll get what we need and meet back up with Price.” You pushed open the door to your left, jaw dropped as you took in the amount of filing cabinets.

Shit, this was going to be a lot more difficult with the amount of information you’d be sorting through now. Shouldering your gun, you started pulling open different drawers to see if any of them held any important documents you needed. You pulled out any files with names that stuck out and laid them down on the table behind you. The stack stayed relatively small, which surprised you. Ghost and Soap were still in the main area, scoping every corner to look for any stragglers that might’ve been hanging around.

You’d been so in your head you hadn’t noticed the man slipping out of the closet closest to you, gun raised. The sound of the safety is what caught your attention, spinning around to face him.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Your body was thrown back against the filing cabinets, pain spreading throughout your body like a wildfire. Ghost slammed into the room, knife wedged into the kids throat before he could even react. You pressed your hands against your thigh, and abdomen, wincing at the blood seeping through your fingers.

“We need evac!” Soap threw himself down beside you, hoisting you into his arms as gently as he could.

“Get her outside, now.” Ghost wanted the man at his feet to suffer, but he’d already bled out in the few minutes it took them to gather the files and get you outside.

You couldn’t keep your eyes open, eyes half lidded as you struggled to take in your surroundings. Price was barking out orders, more concerned with keeping you safe and alive than getting the information back. How could they have let someone slip through their fingers and get to you? It wasn’t until they’d placed you in the heli that the pain seemed to really set in. Ghost’s hands were pressed against your thigh, Johnny cutting off your tac vest to get to the wound in your abdomen. 

“Make it stop!” Your throat felt raw with the guttural scream you let out.

The pain was unbearable, and this wasn’t the first time you’d been shot before. There would always be wounds, times where someone wasn’t quick enough to warn you. This? This was hell incarnated. Your body was turning cold, fingertips and lips turning blue as your heart rate plummeted. Soap and Ghost watched as the heart monitor flatlined, your body limp on the bed in front of them.

“Goddamnit! Open your eyes!” Price was screaming above the sound of the helicopter blades, frantic.

Price threw off his gloves, beginning CPR as they hooked up another blood transfusion. If they weren’t able to get your wounds to stop bleeding they wouldn’t be able to save you. Gaz’s hands hadn’t stopped shaking, pressing more gauze against the angry wound on your thigh.

“You better come back or so help me.” Price’s voice cracked with each press of his hand.

The subtle beep of the heart monitor relaxed him for only a second before he shifted to help get the bleeding to stop. They needed to get you somewhere where a doctor could help take care of you, now. Soap’s hands were shaking as he pressed another wad of gauze against your abdomen, they couldn’t lose you.

“Stay with us darling.” Gaz began to thread a needle, glad the bleeding had slowed for the few precious seconds he had.

You didn’t so much as flinch as the needle made contact with your skin, they only had so long before you bled out and lost the battle your body was fighting. Gaz worked as quickly as his hands, and your body, allowed him to. He glanced over to Ghost when he finished stitching the smaller of the two wounds. Ghost’s hands were covered in your blood, sinking into the cracks that adorned his flesh.

“Lift your hands, I need to close the wound.” Gaz wasn’t sure where the medic was, but right now he was downright pissed they hadn’t been nearby.

Ghost didn’t want to move, to watch you die in front of his eyes. It was all his fault anyway, he hadn’t noticed the man slip into the room and shoot you. He’d been too distracted checking the other rooms, checking each corridor carefully. Gaz worked quicker with the wound on your leg, knowing they’d need to cut the stitches to get the bullets out back at base. Right now all he cared about was making sure that you stayed alive.

“We’re almost there darling, just keep holding on.” Price grabbed your hand, noticing how limp your hand was in his own.

They all sat around you, watching your chest rise and fall slowly, keeping an eye on the heart monitor they’d hooked you up to. The hospital felt too far away, how could they have not arrived yet? 

“Landing now, brace yourselves.” Nikolai knew he had to be gentle, or at least as gentle as he could be while landing a helicopter.

Your body jostled for a brief moment as they finally landed, the doors sliding open as Ghost and Soap started to yank off the IV’s and heart monitor. It wasn’t the safest thing to do considering the state you were in, but goddamnit they needed you to get inside. Ghost slipped out of the helicopter first, grabbing the end of the gurney closest to him. Soap helped slide the gurney out before grabbing the opposite end. They ran into the hospital, screaming for any doctor or nurse that was willing to listen. No one seemed scared or phased by the two, rushing over to take the gurney you were lying on.

Ghost knew his mask was wet, tears streaking down his cheeks as he watched the doors to the operating room swing closed. Soap was no better, chest shuddering as he tried, and failed, to keep his composure. Gaz and Price made their way in slowly, they’d known where you were, and now it was a waiting game.

1 Hour

2 Hours

3 Hours

4 Hours

5 Hours

6 Hours

7 Hours

8 Hours

That’s how long you’d been in surgery, eight fucking torturous hours while the team waited to see if you would even make it out alive. The surgeon had walked out slowly, surgical gown covered in your blood. Soap’s heart sunk, they’d been too late, you were gone.

“We were able to stop the bleeding and get them stable. Unfortunately there’s going to be a long road of recovery ahead, they have five broken ribs on top of the gun wounds.” Price nearly burst into tears at that moment, thankful you’d survived, but horrified at how much worse things were.

“Thank you doctor, is there any chance we can see them?” He wouldn’t push if they said no, your health was number one priority right now.

“Yes, but be advised they probably won’t be awake just yet.” She gave them the room number before heading off to strip off the reminder of what she’d just had to do.

Price and Gaz took off like rockets, eager to prove to themselves that you did in fact make it out of surgery. Soap was much slower to follow, Ghost staying rooted to where he was until Soap had made it to your room. Price was sitting at your bedside, both hands gently cupping one of your own. No one would ever mention the tears that were sliding down the captain's face, soaking into the beard on his cheeks. No one would say anything about how these normally stoic and strong men were brought to their knees knowing you were only clinging to life.

“Gave us quite a scare, darling, try not to do that again, that’s an order.” Price’s laugh was thick and wet, clearing his throat to try and help stop the tears.

“Not allowed to leave us just yet there sweetheart, not until you’re old and gray.” Gaz knew you could hear their jokes, even if they fell somewhat flat.

Soap couldn’t go into your room, couldn’t see you knowing that he still had a chance of truly losing you. You two were thick as thieves, pulling pranks on everyone at base, except for Price of course. He’d welcomed you to the team with open arms, saying he was happy there was someone new he could talk to. Price had told him, in no other terms, that you would still need to befriend all of them. You’d done so within a week, getting to know everyone and seeing how they worked best. It gave you an idea of how they would be in the field, who to stick with for which missions, and who worked better alone.

Ghost was someone that was a little harder to crack, you didn’t want to pry into someone who was clearly trying to stay hidden. Everyone had a past, it came with the territory, but knowing that he was working so hard gave you the push to not push. It took him nearly six months before he opened up to you, telling you everything. It had shocked you, not only because Ghost didn’t trust anyone whatsoever, but that he told you everything about his past. His traumas that had sunk so deep they were embedded into his very being. His soul had been tainted by the actions of other people, something he would never be able to clean.

The first time he’d taken off his mask in front of you was also the first night you’d kissed him. He’d let slip that his body wasn’t the only thing that barred scars, that he had to keep his face hidden to hide the horrors. You had whispered that scars made a person who they were, that with or without them, that person was still beautiful. It was the scar extending from just next to his nose, through his lips, down to his chin. 

In a way it was beautiful, this man who had killed to keep himself alive had a constant reminder of what happened to him. He’d never let it win, never let the horrors of his past be what tore him apart until he succumbed to death. You cupped his cheeks gently, lips pressing softly against his. You could barely feel the scar beneath your own lips, hands sliding so they were gently cradling the back of his neck. Ghost had also told you his real name that night, Simon Riley. You giggled and told him both his callsign, and his real name suited him. Though you had been a little shocked to find out that he had been a blonde.

“I show you my face for the first time, and your biggest gripe is my hair?” It was a soft blonde, a ting of yellow running through the tips.

“I honestly thought you’d be a brunette, pretty brown eyes and all.” You oh so gently gripped the base of his hair, straddling his thighs carefully.

“Ma thought so too, unfortunately my daddy was a blonde.” Ah, of course, men tended to take after their dads.

“Well, I still think you’re very attractive, blonde hair and all.” You pressed another kiss to his lips, sighing into it as Simon’s hands squeezed your thighs.

“She’s gonna be alright, I swear on it.” Soap wasn’t going to lose his best friend, he’d sell his own soul to the devil to fight it if need be.

Ghost couldn’t bear to look at you, to see how lifeless you looked after everything you’d been put through. He turned and stormed off, boots echoing in the nearly empty halls. Anyone who knew him would know he could walk in even the loudest shoes silently. Even with you being so close to death Ghost was still being considerate of those around him. You would joke about how often he scared you, how someone of his size and stature shouldn’t be silent. It was a habit he’d picked up after promising not to scare you anymore

Gaz had thanked you immensely for it, saying how he’d nearly pissed himself on a few occasions because Ghost had slipped into the room unnoticed. You’d played a few pranks with him, mainly scaring Soap and Gaz, or even new recruits that got too cocky. Even if he hadn’t been their superior the man was still intimidating. He never did it to you again though, ignoring your chances to try and ask why he’d stopped. It wasn’t because you’d asked nicely, or that Soap had told him one day that it kind of bothered you. No. It was simply because he truly felt comfortable around you. It had been so long that he didn’t feel as if he had to have the impenetrable walls up, ready to let you in.

He was going to tell you he’d loved you, wanted to wait until you were safe back at the base, but then he’d be the exact fucking reason you were here. Ghost was a lot of things, but an idiot was not one of them. He could spot an enemy without so much as glancing at them at times, so how had this one slipped by? He would’ve heard their shoes stepping on the broken glass that was scattered around. Or had this person already been in the room, hoping you had been one of them instead?

The had chilled slightly as he stepped outside, reaching into his pocket for the pack of cigarettes he’d brought with him. You had jokingly teased him about how they would kill him before any enemy could. And well, he’d actually laughed at that, because he kind of hoped the cigarettes would kill him first, then he wouldn’t have to let you down. He would be by your side when he passed, but life had ulterior motives.

He hadn’t even realized the first stick was gone until he was halfway through smoking the second one. It was a horrible habit he couldn’t break, you didn’t mind that he smoked, but it was the chain smoking that seemed to get to you. It only happened when he was extremely overwhelmed, or was self destructing. Ghost didn’t want to let you down when it happened, but it was the only thing that ever seemed to truly calm him down. He’d wanted it to be you, to have you be the salve his soul desperately needed. Nearly half the pack was gone before he finally stopped, stubbing out the final cigarette in the small dish beside him. He wasn’t sure if that’s what it was meant for, but he wasn’t about to litter.

“She’s awake, asking for ya lt.” Soap was wringing his hands together, creased leather squeaking in the quiet night.

“Go ahead, I’ll be up later.” Ghost couldn’t see you yet, not when his mind was thinking of a million different ways he could still lose you.

“I’ll save you a chair.” Soap patted his shoulder gently, he knew the older man was too tense, but there wasn’t anything he could do.

The only thing they could hope for was that you would make it through these next few days with no issues. Gaz had told them right away he’d stitched you up, not wanting to waste any seconds until you were in safe hands. They told him you were lucky, that if he had waited even a moment too long you wouldn’t have survived. It was a reminder how fragile life truly was, that you could be gone at any second. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone that not seeing Ghost hurt more than you expected.

“Thank you, for everything.” You squeezed Gaz’s hand, smiling at the way his eyes teared up.

“Just wanted to keep my favorite sergeant alive and well.” Gaz patted the back of your hand, laying it down gently in your lap.

“We all know that’s Soap.” Your grin widened as Gaz scoffed, you couldn’t laugh lest you suffer in more pain.

Price couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped through his lips, he would laugh for you since you couldn’t do much besides lay in your bed. The three of you were unaware of Soap and Ghost standing outside the door, watching you. Soap could feel his heart quicken, seeing your eyes truly open and shining with a light he was afraid would slip away. Ghost’s hands were shaking, he wanted to kiss you like it was the last thing he’d do. Price was trying to keep you smiling, to keep the worry from settling in.

Ghost pushed every rational thought from his mind as he pushed the door open, standing at the foot of your bed before he could stop himself. You looked over at him, eyes wide as if you had forgotten he was on the mission with you as well.

“I love you. I absolutely fucking love you Y/N, and watching you nearly die today reminded me that I could’ve lost you before I got the chance to tell you.” Ghost’s chest was rising and falling harshly. You opened your mouth to speak before he held a hand up, effectively cutting you off.

“I’d never gotten as close to someone the way I did with you, you brought out a side of me I haven’t seen since..since before everything.” Ghost swallowed harshly, reaching up to pull off his mask.

You could see the way his cheeks were streaked with tears, the eyeblack he wore underneath smudged and missing in spots. This was someone who hadn’t even told his captain about his past for over two years, hiding away the darkness that sat within him. Here you were, an angel sent from heaven to watch over him. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you today, I will never forgive myself for letting you get hurt.” He dropped the mask onto the bed, hands wrapping around your ankles.

The room fell silent, the only sound being the heart monitor you had been hooked up to. Your heart hadn’t spiked at all, your breathing calm.

“I love you too Simon.” You wiggled your toes beneath the blanket, the tips of your toes pressing into his forearms.

The other three men would deny that they teared up at Ghost’s declaration of love, that they had all watched how much Ghost truly loved you. How he had slowly, oh so slowly, slipped out of his shell to show you who he was. He smiled down at you, the right side of his lip drooping ever so slightly due to his scar.

“‘M gonna go to bed now.” You carefully pulled the blanket higher up onto your chest, snuggling with the soft material.

Ghost let go of your ankles slowly, watching the way you slipped into slumber so effortlessly. Though he was positive it was also the pain meds being pumped into your body, easing away the burning ache that was surely running through you. Price led Gaz and Soap out of the room, telling the two men he’d get rooms close by so they could keep an eye on you. Ghost wouldn’t move, no matter what, not until you were allowed to leave with him.

_________

His dreams were plagued by your death, each one becoming more vivid than the last, your blood staining his skin. He could taste copper, the salty rusted tang that blood always seemed to have. Times where he was the one pulling the trigger, mistaking you for an enemy as he took your life. He couldn’t seem to wake up, no matter how loud he screamed for his unconscious mind to wake up. It wasn’t until your fingers slowly began to run through his hair that he awoke, chest shuddering and cracking as he broke down once more. His chest heaved with wracking painful sobs. How could you still want to be with him? How could you possibly love him after what he’d done to you?

“You know, I always thought you had a softer side to you, something that no one got to see because you kept it hidden away from the world. And I was right.” You curled your hand slightly, running your nails across his scalp.

“Better than you imagined?” It was how Ghost coped, with dry humor.

“It is, thank you for letting me see it.” You continued gently scratching his scalp, feeling the way he slowly relaxed.

You knew that Ghost kept himself closed off for a reason, it wasn’t your typical “I got hurt by an ex and now I’m afraid”. No, this was something that wouldn’t be brushed off with a few kind words and a long hug. He would never be able to live his life without a reminder of what happened to him. And instead of turning him away when he’d practically begged you to, you smiled at him, and pulled him close to you. It was that day that you knew you were in love with him, but it wasn’t the time to voice those thoughts.

“Do you ever think about what happens after we die? If there truly is a heaven or a hell? Or if we reincarnate into new people?” You’d never given it much thought growing up, but this right here? This was a reminder that you were only human, and that life could be gone in the blink of an eye.

“Sometimes, stopped believin’ in all ‘at when I was a kid.” Ghost wouldn’t admit it had been when he was barely five years old.

No one wanted to be with someone that struggled to look at themselves in a mirror, to be reminded of the man that had beaten him so badly as a child. He was angry he’d grown to look like his father, save for his eyes, those belonged to his mother. The only thing he ever had left of her were his eyes. 

“I hope they have your eye color.” You slid your fingers down, grazing the edge of his jaw.

He sat up slowly, brow furrowed as he stared at you in the bed, did he hear you correctly or was he finally losing it?

“Excuse me?” Ghost’s jaw dropped open, your face was clear, so you were actually serious.

“I hope that our kids have your eyes, they’re this gorgeous shade of brown, like trees during fall in Massachusetts.” You’d spent quite a long time there, reveling in the colors when fall came around each year.

Ghost didn’t think before surging forward, pressing his lips roughly against your own, hands sliding back and gripping onto the roots of your hair. You grabbed onto his forearms, putting every ounce of strength you had into the kiss. Simon was the only man you’d willingly spend the rest of your life with, no matter how long or short that time might be.

[sadie-bug345]

greasers when they’re sick

i myself have been deathly ill for the past week so whilst i am bedridden i’m writing this🤡🙆‍♀️🤩 ANYWAYS LETS GO

ponyboy:

hates missing school solely cause my guy despises talking to teachers abt what he missed

also cause he thinks he gets super behind when guy just skipped one day of school😭

probably holes himself up in his and sodas room and when soda comes in to check on him after work it’s like PITCH black and pony is just sitting in a pile of tissues

”what do YOU want?” says pony with a voice similar to kermit the frog cause bros nose is SO stuffed up

and soda just assumes pony is in one of his moody, poetry reciting moods again and slowly exits the room, leaving only a baloney sandwich in his wake💀🤡😭

johnny:

def the type to not accept help

like he would go to school sick and the second someone brings up how his voice is screwed up he’s like 😐”what’re you sayin bout me?”

if the gang does quarantine him to a room he’d def just be able to entertain himself and prob come up with his own secret language and fictional multiverse or smth

idk he just gives the type to be fully okay with being alone for a bit but the meds he’s on make him all wacky too so it’s an interesting mix for sure

sodapop:

i’m sorry this guy has the most nastiest cough 😭

idc if he doesn’t smoke a lot he just got those mucusy coughs

other than that everyone’s having a good time, making jokes and feeling good and then soda pauses his laughter and unleashes the most rattley cough and then everyone just goes quiet and he just looks like 😃

definitely unfazed by sickness in general

until one day my guy just has the worst time and breaks downnnn🥰

we’ve all been there too esp when you’re sick and shit just goes downhill and everything sucks and you hate everything and everyone

darry:

now johnny doesn’t accept help but that’s NOTHING compared to darry

he has peak older-sibling syndrome and is just used to only helping other people

so when those people that he takes care of flip the script, my guy is just weirded outtt

like he def appreciates two trying to make him soup but he just doesn’t know how to react

goes lowk crazy with not being able to work or straighten up the house just cause he always feels like he’s gotta do SOMETHING productive with his time

dally:

i’m sorry but guy is def the type to go to school FULLY sick and either not say a word about it or complain like a lil bitch the whole time

also he totally smokes while he has a cough like soda which is so unhealthy i can’t even😭

just overall his habits and life doesn’t get upended by “some fuckass cold” (his words, not mine)

like bro please you just gotta rest sometimes😭

the gang is able to get him to stay at the curtis’ couch one day and bro just WIPES OUT

istg he’s out for like 15 hours straight in the full daytime and everyone is scared to walk past in case they wake him up

but dally is a crazy heavy sleeper so he actually gets a lot better after calming down for once🥰

two-bit:

honestly stays home from school like a normal person

except bro gets one cold and then just doesn’t show up to school for like two weeks😭

and it’s not cause he’s a wimp it’s just cause guy finds an excuse to skip out for a so called “vacation” and he rolls with it

and then he’ll just spawn back in on campus like a month later like nothing happened and everyone just expected two to take a dare too far and end up in the hospital🤡

steve:

CANT STOP WONT STOP

bro just pushes thru the pain😭

he probably takes way too much of the recommended dose of general meds (don’t do this please🧍‍♀️)

and then goes all loopy for hours straight

and people are kinda sus about it but honestly it’s steve so who is really all that surprised

LMAO THAT SOUNDS MEAN SORRY STEVE

ANYWAYSSSS i think imma post a romantic kinda sick reader x greaser thing so that’ll hopefully come out soon while im still coughing my lungs out🫶

[alaskan-wallflower]

We always talk about the Curtis bros, but do you have any Johnny hcs? ❤️🎞️

Oh absolutely!

(tw for suicide and s/h mentions)

He used to feed the stray animals of the lot-he’d be walking to the Curtis’ house and there would be an army of kittens and puppies following him

He names them all too, he has favorites but he won’t admit it

His favorite is a black lab he named Mocha and a dark brown cat with green eyes that he named Cinnamon (he loves his food related names)

He has the biggest appetite out of everyone in the gang-when the Curtis brothers would host thanksgiving they would make two turkeys for that reason alone

He’s very light footed and will sidle people by mistake

He hates bio because he hates dissecting things (more so after bobs death- i refuse to accept that Johnny died)

He knows karate because he would watch through a window (tying together Ralph Macchio’s roles lol)

His hair is canonically super fluffy not greased back (in the movie at least) and he secretly loves when people play with it but will never let anyone actually do it unless it’s a gang member

He always makes sassy little quips under his breath and no one gets mad because they’re actually kinda funny and original

Before their deaths, Johnny was super super close to Mrs. Curtis

Like she would leave slices of cake or leftovers from dinner on the windowsill because she knew he was too prideful (and too worried about bothering anyone) to actually ask

He doesn’t get bloated no matter how much he eats. Soda is insanely jealous

He’s not big on cuddling because he’s just jumpy but sometimes he’ll snuggle up with Pony in the lot

He’s one of the shortest in the gang, right after Sodapop (i’d say he’s 5’10’’ or so)

‘He is undefeated in burping contests and he’s proud of it (unless he’s in public then he gets all shy. Dally gives him shit for it like “come on we’ve all heard you before! don’t get all chicken on us now!”)

He isn’t subtle about being hungry either. He by far has the loudest stomach in the gang (coincidental for him being so quiet)

Him and Pony were inseparable as kids and Soda was insanely jealous (he got over it after Mrs Curtis explained Johnny doesn’t have anyone at home like Pony and that Soda has him all the time while Johnny doesn’t)

He never drinks. Ever. Even when he’s of age because he’s seen what it’s done to his parents and it scares him

The rest of the gang know this and they don’t drink around him or come near him when they’re actually drunk

He’s the prettiest crier you’ll ever see

He was an oops baby and his parents have no shame in telling him so. Because of this he often feels like a mistake and takes it out on himself in very bad ways

He has an older sister but she ran away and left him behind. He used to resent her for it but then started wondering if he would’ve gone through with it if she had gone with him

He loves croissants

He isn’t a fan of chocolate and swears sour/gummy things are better (him and Pony have bickered about this)

He has no problem standing up for himself against the gang if he thinks they’re being unfair to him

He’s not really competitive but he’s oddly good at making bets

He doesn’t bother taking a lunch period in school because he never has food anyway

He gets easily embarrassed when people know he’s hungry because he feels like he’s being a burden or something

His mom is Hispanic and his dad is Native American

He’s fluent in Spanish because of this and knows a bunch of insults (mainly because his mom used them on him)

He has a high spice tolerance but spicy stuff makes him burp and hiccup like crazy

He’s a quiet crier. Like he’ll just put his head down and you’ll hear teeny tiny gasps. He kinda trained himself to be quiet though

He loves ducklings. He’s rehabilitated a number of animals because he has genuine care for them but ducklings and birds were always his favorites

He’s on the ace spectrum (Demisexual)

He has the biggest brownest eyes imaginable and knows when to use the puppy eyes to get what he wants (even Dally can’t so no to those puppy eyes)

He often makes jokes absolutely degrading himself and the gang always sits him down for a “101 reasons why we love Johnny” session

He made a joke about offing himself one time. Did not end well. The gang panicked and wouldn’t let him be anywhere alone for months because they were so worried

Speaking of, he’s attempted a number of times but was obviously never successful

He always feels a lump in his throat when he sees anyone with s/h scars because it means they’re hurting in a similar way to him

His parents tried to institutionalize him once but the gang got there before anything could actually happen

His response she to fear tends to be snap back. It’s all he knows. So if he’s afraid or feels threatened he will snap and yell at you

He hates feeling like a pet. The soc girls at school would treat him like a quiet shy pet until he snapped back at them

He despises nearly every soc (before he met cherry and expanded his thought process)

He has a pine allergy and once Darry had a pine scented candle and he almost died (Darry felt awful because he didn’t know)

Whenever the gang roughhouses they go light on him and make a point to not insult him because they don’t want it to turn into something his parents would do

I kinda like to headcanon that he has vitiligo but on his arms and back and such but he’s really insecure about it so he hides it

He has pretty bad PTSD and his panic attacks are intense

He has told the gang to “shut the fuck up” when they got too loud

Coincidentally he despises johnnycakes (he melts when it’s used as a nickname for him tho)

He’s kinda big on pet names because he didn’t get that a lot as a kid from anyone besides Mrs. Curtis. But he also doesn’t like to feel babied

That’s all I have for now-really went on the angst train…woof-anyway-hope you enjoy!

[lorelaisdiary]

↱ Content warnings: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns, in Darry and Johnny’s part reader has animals at home that she misses, reader has decent families in all of the oneshots, Steve’s dad is abusive and it mentions him getting drunk/blacked out, in Dallas’s part it’s mentioned that the reader has drank alcohol and done drugs, and ooc Dallas. ↰

↱ The Outsiders When You’re Homesick (fem! Reader) ↰

↱ Summary: You’ve been away from home for far too long and suffer the unfortunate consequences that come with that. ↰

↱ Characters that are present in this are Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston, and Two-bit Matthews. ↰

↱ Author’s note: I do want to bring awareness to the fact that it’s normal for everyone of every age to feel homesick once they leave home even if it isn’t for a long time. Anyway, have a nice day/night!!💛💛↰

Darry Curtis:

You were sitting on the bed, debating on how you would tell Darry that you wanted to go back to your home. You remembered D/n and C/n. They were in your own home and were most likely missing you as well. You went over to feed them often and walk D/n while cleaning C/n’s litter box for her.

You thought about it and settled on asking your beloved to just come home with you to enjoy time in your own space with your own animals. You loved all the boys but you couldn’t really feel completely content knowing your animals were alone and without someone there with them.

You moved on the bed as you nervously played with your hands. You didn’t want to upset anyone and you hated confrontation just as much as you did the feeling of being homesick.

The door to your lover’s room opened and you looked up at Darry as he walked through the door. “Hey, baby.” You tried to make it seem as if you were fine and everything was fine. You would mention it while laying down with him so the two of you could sleep on it and he could give you a confirmed answer in the morning.

You didn’t want anyone to be mad/upset for something that you were naturally feeling. It was normal.

“Hey, R/n. What’s wrong?” Darry questioned as he sat down on the bed beside you.

“Oh, um… I wanted to talk about something with you.” Your hands were sweating and shaking all because you were talking about your feelings. It wasn’t like Darry had ever shamed you for your feelings or your made you feel less than.

You were just nervous. You looked at Darry with a small frown playing at your lips. “I want to go home,” you said with a frown appearing on your face. You prayed that you didn’t disappoint him by saying that but you also knew that Darry wouldn’t allow you to feel guilty for asking for things. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

Darry looked down at your hands and grabbed them before you could rub them until they started to sting unnaturally. “That’s fine. Why are you gettin’ so nervous over it?” Darry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him.

You pressed a kiss to his lips gently. It was so soft and gentle that he didn’t think you had truly done it for a good minute. “Thank you. I was so scared.” You whispered out as you let out a laugh. “Can we go tomorrow? I know you can’t stay for long because of the boys but I’d love it if you could spend a couple of days with me!” You let Darry hold your hands with a relieved smile on your face.

You wrapped your arms around his stomach and leaned against him. “I love you so much,” you said with a smile on your face.

“I love you too.” Darry murmured under his breath as something shattered from the living room. You both stood up and began running towards the bedroom door.

“Shit.”

Sodapop Curtis:

You were laughing along with him at the joke Steve had told. Steve had to leave though and soon, quietness overtook the room. Ponyboy and Johnny were out doing whatever those two did without anyone around. You never cared enough to always question them. The only time you did was when something bad happened and they were out of the house during the time it took place.

You looked at the couch with a sigh leaving you as you noticed the emotional build up that was happening. Your stomach flipped in an almost unnatural way as you began nervously playing with your hair. Soda took notice of your change in mood almost immediately as he wrapped an arm around you.

“What happened?” Soda asked quietly as he frowned.

“I don’t know,” you said with a sigh as you leaned closer into him, “I think what happened was it got quiet and I realized how long I’ve been away from home.” You pressed a kiss to Soda’s cheek.

Your coffee was sitting beside you and you grabbed it and took a sip. You had made it with the intention of staying up later into the night to study for an exam coming up.

Soda just nuzzled into you. “Wanna go back to your place? We can spend the night there.” He stood up and pulled you up with him.

“I don’t know. I don’t think my parents are home but you know they don’t like us being alone.” You crossed your arms over your chest but Soda simply shrugged.

“I’ll sneak in, baby.” He laughed as he snuck a kiss onto your lips. You only pulled away for a moment to breathe but when your breath came back, you pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Thank you. I thought you would be mad or upset that I wanted to go home.” Your voice was soft and gentle as you wrapped your arms around Soda’s neck. You let your body relax into his as you whispered your softest “thanks” to him.

Soda only rubbed your back gently as he nuzzled into your neck. You could only laugh, feeling slightly better about missing your home.

Ponyboy Curtis:

You laid against Ponyboy with him smoking. You knew he had slowed down a lot and you were grateful for that but it still made you curious. How much had he been smoking before you showed up?

You leaned forward to conserve warmth between the two of y’all as you stared at the wall. You wanted to go home, mostly because you had stayed for an entire week with Ponyboy. You didn’t want to tell him that though as you were scared that he would be upset with you.

You let yourself feel comforted by your lover though. His presence made you feel much better than before. You looked up at Pony and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You weren’t necessarily feeling homesickness. If anything, you wanted to stay with him at your house.

You curled in closer as he sighed. “Johnny’s parents kicked him out again. Man, I wish I could help.” Pony let out a sigh as he put his cigarette out and kissed the top of your head.

“I wish I could too. Do you think if I got him a job, he would be able to live on his own without them?” You asked as you thought about referring Johnny to your dad. He could get your friend a job especially with knowing his situation.

You sighed as Pony ran a hand through your hair. “Is something on your mind? You’ve been staring at the wall with a frown.” Pony gently rubbed your arm as you leaned against him with tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

“Not really. I just want to go home but I don’t wanna disappoint you.” You whispered out as you pressed your cheek against his chest which felt warmed due to his jacket.

“Why would that disappoint me, darlin’?” Pony watched as your body physically relaxed at his words. You simply smiled and pressed yourself tighter to him. You were grateful that he hadn’t gotten mad.

“I don’t know but I thought you would be like upset that I wanted to go home. If anything, you could always come with me. I know you like our tv.” You laughed as you sniffled slightly from the tearful moment you had a second prior to your words.

Pony only laughed in acknowledgment at your words.

Johnny Cade:

You would never complain to your boyfriend as he tried his best for you. He made sure you ate, drank water that day, and even allowed you to smoke some of his weed. Still, you wanted to go home as you missed your cat.

He was the sweetest cat you’d ever owned and you enjoyed spending time with him. Lately though, you had been spending much more time with Johnny without realizing and it was your own fault. Usually, you watched the time like a hawk, making sure that it wouldn’t get too late for you to walk home by yourself.

It was far too late at night for you to walk home and you didn’t want to endanger Johnny because of your selfish desires. So, without much thought, you pushed that feeling of homesickness down and tried to stop yourself from crying. The feeling of your throat tingling from wanting to cry along with the burn within your nose made you lock yourself in the bathroom with the excuse of feeling sick.

Johnny had wanted to come in to check on you but you had used the excuse that you didn’t want him to see you as a mess. Johnny respected your wishes of not wanting to be seen and you thanked him for it.

You finally thought that you looked respectable enough and opened the bathroom door, going out to greet your lover.

“Hey, baby.” You tried to kiss his lips before anything else and Johnny automatically pulled away from you.

“Whoa, I don’t wanna get sick.” He still threw an arm over your shoulder though. You pouted at him and pressed a kiss to his slender fingers that were hanging off of your shoulder.

“I’m not going to get you sick, Johnny.” You grabbed him and led him to the couch where you began explaining your situation. “I’m… homesick. I miss my cat and I didn’t realize how late it had gotten and how many days I’ve been away from him.” You whispered out softly as you genuinely thought about it.

“I think I get it. I’ve never been homesick before though. Maybe that’s just me but we can go back to your home and stay the night there.” Johnny murmured a solution into your ear as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Why did you lie to me about being sick?” Johnny suddenly asked as he tilted his head.

“I didn’t want to put you in danger by forcing you to walk me home.” You looked down at the floor of the house and Johnny nodded his head to acknowledge your words.

You pressed your lips against Johnny’s cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him down onto the couch with a sigh. “Why don’t we stay here for tonight and then go tomorrow? I would like for us to go out to eat soon anyways so we could do it tomorrow.” You rambled on as you stared at Johnny.

You would be fine with him.

Steve Randle:

You heard the shower running, feeling a pinch of that upsetting feeling building within your stomach. You didn’t want to bother Steve with your emotions as he couldn’t really handle his own so you kept those feelings to yourself.

You listened closely to the shower, knowing that when it turns off you need to dry your eyes and make sure you don’t look as if you were crying. You had no reason to be homesick. You were just in a new place with a man who couldn’t seem to stop yelling at Steve for even a moment.

It was upsetting and you were pretty sure that you were more so upset at the fact that Steve’s dad was being such a jerk. It made you miss your home.

You hadn’t even been at Steve’s house for long. Less than seven hours but you were going to ask him when he got out of the shower if you could go home with him. You wanted to grab him and put him into your pocket to make sure that you could protect him for the rest of his life.

You heard the shower turn off and wiped your eyes. You made yourself feel slightly better by telling yourself that he would willingly go home with you.

Steve wasn’t mean to you. He was usually very caring and sweet towards you.

You looked up as the bathroom door opened. Steve’s towel was wrapped around his waist as he shook his head. “Shit, it’s cold in here.” He was quick to find his room and you sat patiently on the couch for him.

You didn’t want him to feel rushed or anything so you leaned back on the couch. You listened for his dad, not hearing his drunk ass in his bedroom. That man had gotten damn near black out and it had caused him to get more aggressive.

Five minutes passed as if it was nothing and soon enough, your boyfriend was walking out of his room. “Hey, you look like you’re cryin’. What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat beside you on the couch.

“I don’t like it here,” you whispered out as looked over your shoulder to make sure his dad wasn’t there, “and I don’t like you being here. We’re going to save up and we’re going to get something together. I don’t know what but I hate you living here.” You finally took a deep breath, letting your breaths mellow out and become slower.

“Yeah, he can get violent when he drinks. That’s why I didn’t want you coming over here.” He was right. You were the one who wanted to see where he came from. Unfortunately, you didn’t want to stay any longer.

“I’m sorry. Come on. We’re going to my house and explaining the situation to my parents. They’ll let you stay with us.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek before standing up and pulling on him to follow you.

Dallas Winston:

You were tired of hearing the sound of the parties going on downstairs. If anything, you were close to just walking out yourself but you cared far too much for the man who seemed to genuinely enjoy the loud parties a little too much.

Still, you didn’t care a lot about the parties. They made you feel horrible. Alcohol and drugs made you feel messed up. You remember when you used to drink and you would wake up, feeling horrible. Even when you put a hand in with the drugs, they made that feeling worse so you knew from personal experience that the parties weren’t a good idea especially for Dallas.

It didn’t help that he was constantly partying which was where your feeling of homesickness began. You had left your home for multiple days on end, and you were starting to miss your bed. You were starting to miss your room which was why you were planning on telling Dally that you wanted to go home.

Still, you were scared that he was going to get defensive and try to start a fight with you over nothing.

The door to the room opened and Dally stumbled in. You let out a sigh and stood up, helping him to the bed. “Hey Dally? I wanna go home.” You nervously mumbled out.

Immediately, Dallas got off of the bed and looked at you. “If you wanna go home, I’m going to walk you home.” Dallas stared at you seriously, as if it was okay for him to walk back to Buck’s by himself at night.

“Dally, you’re drunk. You’re stumbling. Please lay down.” You huffed as you tried to get him back down on the bed. He refused and only when you begged him to sit down did he.

“I want to walk you home. Why do you want to go home?” He asked softly as he looked up at you.

“I just got a little homesick. Don’t worry about it, Dally.” Your words were soft as you tried to pull away from him but his grip stayed tight.

“I’m going with you.” Dallas stood up and held himself up. You let out a sigh before finally agreeing.

“Fine but you’re staying at my place tonight.” You huffed out and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the door.

Two-Bit Matthews:

You washed the dishes, feeling slightly upset at the fact that you hadn’t seen your family since you had stayed with Two-Bit. Finally, you turned the sink off and placed the last dish into the drainer. You knew his mom appreciated your help and you were glad to help her seeing as you planned on being with her son for a long while.

You stepped out of the kitchen and began looking around the house, knowing Two-Bit was most likely in front of the tv, drinking and watching Mickey Mouse.

You weren’t upset at that at all. You actually enjoyed his interests and seeing what he enjoyed but damn, did it irritate you that you hadn’t even talked to your family. That was mostly your fault but it still didn’t make you feel any less homesick about it.

You sat down on the floor beside him as he finished off his beer. Your nose wrinkled as you remembered how it tasted. It was watered down with a little bit of an aftertaste. You couldn’t describe it but it was somewhat okay. Still, you wouldn’t drink it if you had a choice in the matter.

“I wanna go home.” You didn’t make eye contact as you let your eyes drift to the tv with Mickey Mouse playing on it.

“I’m not holdin’ you hostage, baby.” Two-Bit responded and you immediately fed into his attitude.

“How do you know such big words? I thought your reading comprehension was still a little bad.” Your voice cracked from you trying not to laugh as Two-Bit looked at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“Oh, you’re bein’ a brat, huh?” He dug his fingers into your side gently and you laughed, pushing him away.

“Seriously, I do feel homesick though.” You frowned as you leaned against him once you let yourself settle down.

“I’ll take you home, baby. Don’t you worry that pretty little head about it.” He stood up and you followed him, letting him lead you to the kitchen.

You watched as he grabbed a beer and tried to hand a cold one to you. You shook your head quickly but made sure to thank him for the offer.

Finally, after he finished up with opening his beer, he began walking towards his front door where he would walk you home and hopefully stay the night.

[cod-dump]

No to make the ‘am I ugly’ post angsty…. Buuuuuut to make the ‘am I ugly’ post angsty I imagine that both Ghost and Gaz were actually upset when asking Price that, but Soap wasn’t so it was a joke, but imagine Soap actually needs comfort and is scared Price will think he’s joking so he goes to Nik (hope that’s the right spelling) for comfort (due to the ‘Soap is Nik’s favorite’ post). Pretty much I just imagine that Laswell and Price is Gaz and Ghost’s favorite parents but Nik and Laswell’s wife is Soap’s favorite parents. Anyway thanks for listening!

-Anon 🎧

I was hoping someone would have an angsty idea for that post

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Soap enjoyed joking around with everyone. A good joke was a good way to make friends so he often made his way through life with jokes and smiles. He was good at just joking his way out of things... and joking through the pain.

He joked so much that Price didn't take a lot of things he said seriously, anymore. That was Soap's fault. Gaz joked a lot, too. But, unlike Soap, Gaz was believed when something was wrong. Soap didn't blame Price for not listening. Soap had cried wolf far too many times for the man to recognize when something was actually wrong.

So Soap chose to hide when the past came back to haunt him. It was a mistake he made ages ago that costed several lives of good men. Soap, again and again, believed he should've payed more for what happened. But, here he was, walking free. He wanted to talk about it, but Price was pissed at the world at the moment and Soap knew he probably wouldn't take what he had to say seriously.

So he hid in the hanger, tears in his eyes as regret tears at his chest like a caged, wild animal.

He didn't expect anyone to find him. Anyone to notice he was missing. But, Soap would be wrong about that.

"Sergeant?"

Soap jerked from his fetal position, wiping his tears at the sudden voice. He looked over the crate he hid behind, surprised to see Nik standing there. Man wasn't due to be back on 141 base until next week. What was he doing here?

"A-Ah, Nik! What-What are you doing here?"

"Mission was completed ahead of schedule. Something wrong?"

Soap quickly tried to deflect the question, "Oh? Better tell Price. Be warned, he's in a bad mood, today."

Nik walks over, "Did he snap at you?"

Soap sees the anger in Nik's eyes, "What? No! Just, he's not in a good mood today."

Nik sits next to Soap, "What is wrong, Солнце?"

Soap swallows, looking away from Nik. The man looked tired and probably wanted to get some rest after completing the mission early.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Johnny..."

Soap sniffs, feeling a tear slip down his face. Nik pulls him into a hung and Soap can't hold back the tears. He ended up telling Nik everything about what happened, about how it was his fault and he should've paid for those men's lives. Nik held him, not saying a word and just letting Soap cry his heart out.

Eventually, Soap stopped crying and was just leaning again Nik. Nik rubbed his back, still quiet, as Soap's breathing slowly became even. After his mind became more clear, Soap realized his phone was ringing. He pulled away from Nik and dug it out. He had seven missed calls from Price with double the amount of texts.

He was worried, wondering where he was and if he was alright.

"Shit... I better go see Price before he loses his mind."

"I'll come with you."

"You don't need to-"

"I do need to see, Price. And if he tries to say anything about you disappearing, I'll punch him for you."

Soap smiles, "Thanks, Nik."

"Anytime, Солнце."

[gaydenjiirl]

RTC Headcannons baayyyybeeee

NOTE: These are my personal head cannons, my outlook and my perspective on the characters isn’t canon and I respect that. If yours are different that’s fine. I just wanna share these!

everything is undercut!

Ocean O'Conell-Rosenburg

→ I don't like her. I personally think that she bullies others subtly and thinks she's above everyone.

Noel - bullies him (subtly) for being gay and not feeding into the stereotypes she believes.

Mischa - looks down on him for being a "bad boy”, scared of him for an RBF

Ricky - Just ablist towards him. Uses him as a scape goat for trouble.

Penny - Thinkis that she's weird and shoe-in for the chior. Looks down on her for her crimes and family.

Ezra - Same as Penny but very too vocal

Constance - Unknowingly manpulating her. Just a bad friend.

Noel Gruber

→ Sensitive, a poet. Wants to live life to its fullest but over all, scared of that. Dials his everything back.

Ocean - bullied by her constantly. That's about it.

Mischa - huge crush on nim, wrote letters and burnt them without giving nim then.

Ricky - they don’t interact much

Penny - thinks she's cool, hangs out wiher and gushes over Johnny Moon with her

Ezra - Talk abt European nihilism together as well as obscure entertainment

Constance - they bake together and he’s in classes with her

Mischa Bachinski

→ I'm going to heep close to his catchphrase here, tough exterior soft interior

Ocean - Doesn't care much for her, but stands up to her she's bothering others

Noel - Thinks he's cute realizes/falls in love with him later (depending if AUs are involved)

Ricky - Doesn't care much, both cold and friendly towards him

Penny - hangs out with her, good friends

Ezra - Rap enjoyers :)

Constance - Friends, swings by the bakery and even helps out sometimes.

Ricky Potts

→ Silent due to obvious reasons but uses CSL as well as communiction cards to communicate. Overall p. cool guy

Ocean - thinks she's smart but overall just rude rude.

Noel - Admires his longing for love but they don’t really talk much

Mischa - Thinks that he and Talia are cute, but they also don't talk much

Penny - Crushes on her, they talk often and he info dumps her on the Zolarian Race, even made her a character

Ezra - Friends

Constance - Also talks to him in CSL, she knows a little bit of Zolarian lore

Penny Lamb

→ Weird kid, wholehearted, nice. Is mean when She needs to be though, not afraid to state opinions.

Ocean - bullied by her, understandably doesn't lime

Noel - Also a 7up fan, fauns over other bay bands with her

Mischa - Enjoys bands with him out mosty Eminem and DI2

Ricky - <3 crush, knows all Zolarian lore

Ezra - Friends + Siblings to the end, clun. Brings him with her to chior so then he's also not alone

Constance - Friends, only in classes though

Constance Blackwood

→ Genuinely sweet but also has taken so much shit from ppl

Ocean - Always mad at her but lies, mainy for her own good

Noel - Notices his crush on Mischa and comforts him when she can, he comforts her as well

Mischa - Appreciates his help around the bakery. (Also drops hints for Noel- Doesn't pick up on them though)

Penny - Friends, only in classes though

Ezra - Gives him pasteries when he's in the choir room

Ricky - Communicates in CSL with him, knows Zolarian Lore

*Bonus Page! *

Ezra Lamb

→ Quiet sometimes. I thint that he's quite caring for his friends but comes off as genuinely mean.

Ocean - Hates her, not quiet about it

Noel - Friends! Probably tall about European nihilism together

Mischa - Rap Enjoyers!

Ricky - Taught him the WORST words in CSL

Penny - Hates her/j/nsrs. Probably started selling dugs to get her better help/get out of St. Cassian

Constance - Enjoys her baking and presence

[buglord-isaac]

Angst angst angst (GhostSoap)

The touchdown back onto base after the death of Hassan was a breath of absolute fresh air to Soap’s aching chest. He was in pain, but was insanely happy that he’d survived the shit show that was the task to detonate that missile, fight armoured guards with nothing but glass and a box cutter, and directing Ghost to kill Hassan while Soap hung off a damn skyscraper. He was alive. And he was happy about it.

If he weren’t concussed from a hit in the head, hurt from a fall from elevators, being shot, being beaten and jumping through windows, he’d be practically bouncing off the plane. Instead, he followed Price out of the plane and took as deep a breath he could before the stabbing pain returned to his ribs. He would need to go to the infirmary, but eh, that could wait. What he really wanted was to talk to Ghost. He wanted to perhaps plan a time for them to chat after he was out of the infirmary.

He turned to Ghost with a big smile on his face, looking up to the blank eyes that were looking off into the distance.

“Hey Ghost~! Wasn’t that great?? We all did so well!”

Ghost didn’t respond. He looked down at Soap, who would’ve been a miserable sight. Cut, bruised, a gash on his forehead with blood down his face and neck that had dried, shot, burnt. Beaten in general. Foolishly, he kept talking.

“I can’t believe we succeeded on such an impossible mission, it sure is exhilarating!”

“The only reason you’re alive is because of me.”

“… What?”

“You heard me.” Ghost started advancing on Soap, who backed off, sensing anger. Every step that Soap took back, the taller man stepped forward.

“Your stupidness meant that you got shot, and you had to traverse a city alone to get to me. Why did that take you a fucking hour, Soap?? I was there within fifteen minutes! You nearly died!”

Soap shrunk in his skin. “Woah woah- where is this coming from…?”

Ghost paid no attention. “You seem to think you’re a human fucking pin cushion! You’ve been shot how many times in the past 48 hours?? Graves, Hassan, Shadows?? And all through that you don’t shut up! You’re only quiet when I want you to talk to me!”

“I followed yer orders…”

“I had to save your life twice!”

“… ‘m sorry… I thought we were friends… what about all the joking-“

“I work alone, Johnny. That way I don’t have to save people and I don’t have to be saved.”

The last sentence was spoken with such a blank tone that it almost scared Soap more than the shouting. Everyone was looking at them. Everyone was looking at Soap. Recruits too, hearing that he had to be saved multiple times, that he’d been hurt so many times over. He looked down, furrowing his eyebrows in an effort not to cry. His chest was tight, and all the pain he’d felt before was tripled. He always struggled with the feeling that he didn’t belong, but he thought Ghost actually liked him as a person. Now, he was ashamed, embarrassed, and burdened by a freight train’s weight worth of impostor syndrome.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, but shook it off and barged past Price; the owner of said hand. On his way to the infirmary, probably in Ghost’s field of vision but he hoped not, he began sobbing. His hands, bloodstained and cut, soaked up the tears and smeared oil and blood and grease all over his face. He was pathetic. He didn’t belong. He was stupid to think he made a friend, especially in someone who wore a fucking skull on his face.

(There will be more parts)

[backtoyuta]

How NCT127 would be as teachers

[or working in a school]

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❁ [Taeil] History teacher;

100% one of those teachers that spends at least 15 minutes of the lesson chatting shit with the class

Can also be easily distracted by just asking him what his favourite season is, or his plans during the summer

Is always pitching school trips

Makes awkward eye contact with you when you try to cheat in a test

Launches text books across the room rather than just handing them out

Has a chocolate drawer

Literally can never make his smart board work, is always forced to play youtube videos on mute.

❁ [Taeyong] School councillor/ pastoral;

He's the guy in charge of talking you down from an anxiety attack, or handing you a box of tissues when exams are really getting to you.

Has the stash of generic pads and tampons for all the poor kids that come running in with that fear stricken look in their eye and a jumper tied around their waist.

always has a box of biscuits and chocolates locked and loaded.

Mr Lee is the guy that approaches you kindly with his hands in his pockets because he knows you've been going through it at home, and wants you to know his door is always open.

Manages to give extremely sound advice, like he truly cares and isn't just regurgitating quotes from a training seminar.

extremely well liked, when students get sent to talk to him they know they're in good hands.

❁ [Johnny] Behaviour team;

in charge of the after school/ lunch time detentions.

No one knows fear like when they are *this* close to getting away with ditching and then Mr Seo rounds the corner with his walkie talkie

assertive as hell

you'd think he was hated by students, but if you're behaving well and going to class he's not afraid to have a little joke with you either.

Sits there with his eye brow raised and his arms crossed on the desk while you explain why you're in detention, but the conversation is interrupted when his walkie talkie is going off again because a kid is trying to scale a wall.

always has his tie loose and sleeves rolled up by the end of the day because his job is one of the most stressful.

Is fully aware that he scares students a bit so goes out of his way to be kind and funny to put kids at ease (as long as they're not misbehaving)

really good at remembering student's names, even the quiet ones that slip under the radar

❁ [Yuta] Scary flamboyant biology teacher;

You stopped believing his anecdotes weeks into the term because theres an 80% chance he's fucking with the class.

a very good teacher who can get the lesson done concisely and efficiently

is one of those teachers that stares at you and just waits for you to finish talking instead of saying to be quiet.

Students find him mysterious and intimidating but also never complain when they have him on their timetable.

Yuta is the teacher that the substitutes ask for when they can't control the class

you'll be sat there having a chat with your friends and then Mr Nakamoto comes in to yell at the class to be quiet and listen to the sub and then everyone actually does it.

Will sign the petition to stop dress-coding the girls without a second thought because he truly believes it's stupid.

Tells kinda TMI stories, but you don't read too much into it because who knows if its really true or not.

❁ [Doyoung] Aggy receptionist/school nurse;

Is the least bit interested when you roll up late and have to be signed in.

Is extremely glad he sits in his own office and doesn't have to deal with kids as much as the teachers

Gate keeps the espresso machine in the main reception

Has to work extra hard when a kid comes in looking like they're gonna puke or with a bloody knee because sympathy is exercising a new muscle for him.

Will gossip with Taeyong in his room when he's on his lunch break

If you do happen to catch him in the pastoral room then he'll sit quietly and respectfully while you talk to Mr Lee, he might even chime in with something useful that'll make you fear him a bit less

Has perfected the art of dealing with complaining parents to an actual tee, the best in the business.

Fails to hide his laugh when you come into his office and tell him you got hit in the face with a basketball.

Makes a huge song and dance when kids come to him and tell him they forgot their PE kit or their violin and now he has to call their mum

❁ [Jaehyun] PE teacher Himbo;

Definitely one of those young PE teachers who peaked in high school and only likes you if you're good at sport.

Had to consciously act professional when he was assigned the lower set.

In reality, is the most fun on sports day

Like he will actually take part and that's why his classes like him

if you hurt yourself and its not serious he'll make a little joke or laugh with you to make it less embarrassing before sending your sorry ass to Doyoung.

if you want to get out of PE, just say you're on your period because Mr Jeong gets flustered easily and he won't ask any questions

Heaven forbid he gets asked to cover a lesson that isn't PE, will just let the class go crazy on kahoot.

Shoots baskets perfectly and tries to act chill when the class is cheering but really he's screaming on the inside.

❁ [Jungwoo] Librarian;

First things first, Mr Kim makes World Book Day his bitch.

Maybe the school was more casual about it in the years past, but since he started working there, the students are generally expected to take part or Jungwoo will be very disheartened

Makes the library a true sanctuary

is guilty of calling the IT support at any minor inconvenience on his computer

Also eats during the day and then simultaneously tells kids off for eating in the library

Is terrified at the concept of disciplining rowdy students- so he just doesn't.

not that students ever really disrespect him, he's too nice

admittedly spends most of his day flicking pens and twiddling his thumbs, but students fight over the role of student librarian because he's quite fun to talk to

❁ [Mark] TA;

At least half the student body has a crush on him

Gets mistaken as a student all the time because youth.

always keeps fidget toys on him for the kids that need them

puts 110% effort into helping you with homework, even if he's clueless on what the subject is

thrives in the modern foreign languages class

calls the students "dude"

always ends up washing the dirty mugs in the staff room at the end of the day

If he catches you upset in between classes, will sit and talk to you like a friend before walking you down to Mr Lees quiet room.

Just the bestest boy really

❁ [Haechan] Shitty ICT teacher;

One of those fresh out of Uni teachers who's still finding their way

Drinks redbull during class

avoids leaving his desk at all costs

His marking is always so inconsistent

Like you'll be looking at an answer he marked wrong, but marked correct on your friends test and when you go up and question him about it he's like "damn shawty lemme take another look at that"

doesn't say shawty, but ya know same energy

has no shame in literally regurgitating the same comment over and over again at parent's evening

His redeemable quality is that he's the most fun on school trips... probably because he also enjoys not being in school.

[paul-ster]

After the Curtis Parents Deaths…

This was labeled as “I’m Going Mental” in my notes 😭

Word count- 1154 Ponyboy sickfic. Unfinished but I kinda wanna finish it 😜.

Days had been rough. It was two months since the Curtis family had the incident. Now Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were gone. No one in the gang could believe it. Especially not Ponyboy…

Darry pulled through and Sodapop helped with finances. Ponyboy did his part and worked hard in school. Although it had the most impact on his mental health. Now he was 13 and couldn’t go anywhere without someone.

The whole gang was worried for him. They had never seen Ponyboy more quiet. Johnny could talk to him but on some days not even more than two words were spoken. Soda worked hard and tried to talk to Ponyboy. All the gangs advances didn’t work on him.

His head always seemed to be in the clouds. Either that or somewhere between grief and living. Ponyboy stopped eating. When he was told to eat was when he spoke the most.

“Not hungry…” was his usual and if called out “already ate.”

On special occasions Dally would come in and take Ponyboy and Johnny out. When they would come back, Ponyboy was more willing to speak to people. The gang was so happy at that, they didn’t even care that it was Dallas who helped.

Although when time passed and Steve started bullying Ponyboy he just about pushed him back into that corner. Steve had gone too far this time. He yelled at Ponyboy about something small he did. It was Ponyboys report card. It had all F’s, but that wasn’t his doing.

“Ugh take this,” a soc pushed Ponyboy into the lockers. Then he grabbed his report card. “Fucking A’s? What the fuck, beat him up.”

Ponyboy had tried to stay small. He didn’t want this to happen. Now his paper was vandalized and he had some invisible bruises. Well, they were visible, but he didn’t want to show them…

Ponyboy walked home with his head down. He didn’t mean for his report card to get to Steve. Yet, now Steve held it for everyone to see. Darry and Dally weren’t there and Ponyboy was trying to figure out a way to fix the grades.

The door opened and Steve rushed to whoever came in. He thought it was Darry but when Dally came in Steve backed off. Still, however, showing the vandalized report card.

Dally didn’t care and instead took a seat next to Johnny. Johnny was sleeping off a bad beating he got after school. The house was quieter, even while Steve bullied Ponyboy. Darry came in next.

When Steve showed the report card Ponyboy could see the anger come to Darry’s face. Ponyboy wanted to speak up, to let them know what happened. All that Ponyboy knew was that Darry was going to yell at him for his “excuses”. Ponyboy was stuck at a wall and Darry was not going to let him pass.

Steve smiled an ugly sly smile. Darry walked over to Ponyboy. “We’re going to have a talk after dinner.”

The anger in Darrys face was appearing and Ponyboy was scared. All he could do was nod and go to his room. He sat on his bed and just thought about how he could’ve prevented it. Before long he fell asleep.

“Wake up. Stop faking it wake up. Oh shit he was actually asleep,” it was Darry. Darry stood above Ponyboy and was shaking him. Ponyboy got up and just looked at Darry.

“Dinners ready-“

“Already ate.”

“No you didn’t,” Darry’s voice was rising a bit. Ponyboy didn’t roll his eyes but he was about to. Darry furrowed his eyebrows.

“Pony cmon just eat.”

Ponyboy just shook his head. “Talk to me when you’re done eating.”

Darry was stunned. Ponyboy had laid back down on his bed and turned away from Darry. Darry didn’t know if he should’ve felt glad for the sentence Ponyboy spoke. Or, the meaning of the sentence that Ponyboy spoke.

“No kid you’re gonna eat. The gangs worried…” Darry touched Ponyboys shoulder and Ponyboy flinched away. Darry was stunned again. “Just… come to the table okay?” That was Darry’s final offer. He pulled Ponyboy up and they walked in silence to the dining room.

When they came to the dining room, everyone turned to look at them. Johnny was concerned for Ponyboy, Two-Bit knew the situation, Steve was still smiling slyly, Soda was making dinner, and Dally was just looking at Ponyboy. Darry sat Ponyboy next to Johnny.

“Hey, are you okay?” Johnny asked. Ponyboy just stared at him, almost forgetting how to speak. He opened his mouth but close it and just nodded. Dally eyed them until dinner was served. Soda gave Ponyboy a serving and he just stared at the food.

It was Ponyboys fourth day without eating. He usually ate with Dallas but he had been refusing to eat, even with Dallas. Something in him always made him anxious and sad when eating.

“Pony?” Johnny was trying to get Ponyboys attention. Ponyboy felt the rumbling in his stomach but the food started to make him feel sick. Johnny put a hand to touch Ponyboys shoulder and he flinched backwards. That caused a chain reaction.

The sudden movement made Ponyboy scared and have to run to the bathroom to throw up. Soda followed Ponyboy and the gang was worried. Johnny felt horrible because he made Ponyboy flinch. Darry was wondering what happened. When Ponyboy was throwing up he saw spots appear in his vision.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Soda was rubbing circles on Ponyboys back. Ponyboy just shook his head. “What’s wrong? What hurts?” Ponyboy just laid his head on the toilet seat.

Darry came in with a cup of water. Soda looked to him as he continued to rub Ponyboys back. “Please, tell me what’s wrong,” Soda begged.

“I don’t know!” Ponyboy cried out. There were spots in his vision and his head pounded. Darry looked in the toilet bowl and saw there was no food in there.

“When was the last time you ate Pony?” Darry asked as he gave the glass of water to Soda. Ponyboy turned his head away from his brothers. “Four days ago…” Darry didn’t hear but Soda did.

“FOUR DAYS?” Soda practically screamed. Even Darry was shocked. Ponyboy sighed and nodded. Soda helped Ponyboy up and into the dining room. Johnny looked at Ponyboy apologetically. Ponyboy tried to smile but the spot in his vision prevented that.

“Eat, now, please,” Soda instructed as Ponyboy sat down. The food started to seem even more unappetizing but when Ponyboy felt the gang staring at him, he took a bite. When he finished, Sodapop tried to put more food on his plate. Ponyboy sighed and shook his head, holding onto his stomach in mock pain.

“Ponyboy, you gotta tell us when you don’t eat,” Darry started. He seemed angry but also sad, Ponyboy just stared at him.

Was he ever going to tell them when he didn’t eat?

[thelittlestspider]

added on to this matt/peter scene in misery business from ths, and i love it. it's so uncomfortable.

Peter: Nobody's perfect.

Matt: You are.

Peter goes quiet. For a worrying amount of time. Matt squirms. He wishes he hadn't said it. Then:

Peter: Matty, I know we're friends and we hang out, and now we're something more. But there's a lot that you don't know. Stuff that might make you think different about me.

Pause.

Peter: And I know you have this idea of me in your head. Of this perfect, heroic guy. Making me better than I am. I probably do this with you too. But all that heroic shit. That friendly neighborhood Spider-Man shit is just a front. So people won't be scared of me. So you won't be scared of me.

Matt opens his mouth to protest, but Peter stops him.

Peter: You're scared of me. You try to tell yourself you're not, but I see the way you react to me sometimes. The way you smell when you're afraid.

“Peter…I'm not–” Matt steels himself. He has to make Peter understand. “You're a good man. One of the best guys I know. Maybe you mess up sometimes, but you always try to do the right thing. Even when it hurts.” Matt's voice softens to almost a whisper. “It's something I've always admired about you.”

Peter doesn't answer. His silence feels suffocating.

Peter: See, that's the thing: I try so hard to be good. To help people. But it's never good enough. Everyone puts me on a pedestal. And I don't understand it, because I'm just a guy. I laugh and cry and I bleed like anyone else.

Matt doesn't know what to say in response. He wishes Johnny was here to crack a joke to lighten the mood, or help him console Peter in the ways he lacks.

[rodolfoparras]

Since everyone is talking about their cod ocs, I wanna join (this is so long, I'm so sorry)

So basically my little guy is autistic and trans (I'm projecting) and a huge mamas boy. His name is Everett (I just realized I NEVER gave him a last name😭) and his callsign is Rabbit and he's an Alaskan native (I'm pretty sure this is what they prefer to be called because they don't fuck with being called americans and shit? I'm not 100%)

His ma picked out Everett by force, she was like "?? I'm literally your mother, I'm picking your name" and he was so worried she'd pick something awful, turns out!

(side note, I love rabbits and use them for symbolism a lot. They represent rebirth, so I use them in trans related pieces. I did an art piece of myself pulling a rabbit out of a hat with a bunch of rebirth symbolism and shit, love the piece, may send it here to show it off)

But his callsign comes from being a rabbit hunter growing up and his ability to blend in, he specializes in undercover operations and stealth missions. (Some hares, like a snowshoe, change coats in the season to blend in from predators)

He's voluntarily mute most of the time and does not do expressions very well. Most of his childhood photos are him just 🧍‍♂️😶, gotta be reeaall close with him to have a convo with him

Because he's so quiet, he hears sooo much shit and does like weekly shit talking sessions with Ghost and Roach in their barracks. No body understands how he knows so much because fucking no one talks to him and turns out the rodents are stalking the base and listening in on conversations

Idc how overused masks are, they're so fun. He wears one at home (and at work) because he's got a huge family with lots of little kids, and he's scared of scaring them and doesn't want to "traumatize" his nieces and nephews with his scars on his face and body. Everett misses out on a LOT of family events even though he really wants to go and misses them so much because he's scared

He carries and makes a lot of rabbits feet charms because he firmly believes in their ability to bless you with good luck. He does the metal work himself and personalizes them and gives them off to people he truly cares about.

Everett believes it because his ma said so (duh) and because he narrowly missed a bullet that took a chunk of his ear inside of blowing his brains up while he carried one, so all his favorites get one to protect them.

Later in life, he wound up too close to a bomb and a piece of shrapnel went straight into his face and blinds him in one eye

He was so utterly devastated when he got medically discharged and was scared of totally losing his sight and never being able to communicate with Roach again

I'm a firm believer in polycule 141 so it just becomes scarier when Johnny starts losing his hearing from all the explosives and shit and so many of them experience wear and tear in this hand joints from working with guns

Gonna copy and paste my polycule 141 disability headcanons that I've talked about with my bf

"Ghost's got horrible horrible nightmares and sometimes will react in his sleep. Night terrors or physically reacting, but that one's very rare."

"Price definitely gets respiratory issues, half because of his cigars, and half from breathing shit in before he could get a mask on. Probably gets asthma the older he gets."

"Roach gets chronic migraines. They're basically debilitating, can't get out of bed for days and keeps all light out of his room. Takes meds for it that usually work."

"Most of them have joint issues. Half of them creak and groan like a fucking million year old house on its last leg."

"Gaz gets degenerative arthritis. I think he'd be in the force the longest and since he was the youngest to join SAS, he probably overworked himself beyond belief when he had joined. Wore him down fs"

With Johnny being hard of hearing:

"I don't if he'd be able to get hearing aids, his cochlea probably too damaged so that if he did get cochlear implants or something, they probably wouldn't do much but piss him off. Because sometimes if you get cochlears, they just make an annoying noise. So he'd just wind up pissy over it so he'd probably opt not to get them - (also the surgery is invasive and obviously doesn't work sometimes depending on person)

-141 would have to install flashing light systems through the house to alert Soap and half of em probably walk heavier to warn Soap so they don't scare him"

Since he grew up in Alaska, he was very used to it being day or night for weeks or months, sometimes finds it a little jarring when he sees the sun actually setting and the moon coming up or vise versa.

One time, after a really shit mission, he woke up in the hospital to see it was nighttime when he distinctly remembers it being day the last time he was awake. And it's like "OH SHIT HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN OUT FOR." nearly sends himself into a panic thinking he'd just woken up from a fucking coma.

Shit there's so much more I could say but this is already so long, I'm so sorry 😭😭😭 I was so hyper fixated on him for a good few months with my bf

-🐧

Wait the fact that she picked the name is kinda cute and that the reason behind it was bc she’s the mom here idk it’s nice when parents are properly involved in their kids life

Also I’ll forever love yalls background story for your call names bc they’re always so thought out and so interesting genuinely y’all are so creative 🥹

I love that he has shit talking sessions with ghost and roach bc I absolutely think they’d get along well soap info dumps sm gaz overshares and price uses Everett to complain so he knows sm and randomly shares the info😭

Does his mask look something akin to a rabbit or does it represent rabbits in any way? Also now I’m imagining him walking around on base all excited about handing out charms😭 oh my goodness imagine each charm having something that represents the members that wears it?

Oh man although it’s sad he went blind in one eye I can imagine he’d lock sick in a prosthetic eye!!

Also I like how the disability hc actually makes sense especially prices and soaps but especially prices bc I know that man has coughing fits and snores horribly and you can hear a certain rasps in his voice when he talks 😭

And I love them being a polycule and taking care of each other in this way 🥹 like I know this is what you do in healthy relationships but idk it’s sweet ? Like price giving gaz massages bc his wrists hurt a lot? 🥹

Also don’t apologize sugar it’s okay!! It was a really interesting read genuinely I wish I had the ability to create ocs but not just ocs-, but ocs that have so much depth and backstory it’s absolutely amazing that y’all have this ability!

[blnk338]

Glitter Anon here. Can we learn more about the 831? Like: What kind of shenanigans would they get into? Who was baby? Their yearbook labels? Just fun things.

[I am using Nadya's name in place of Reaper's!] (Said is pronounced as Sai-ee-d)

Task Force 831, better known as Team 831 or the 831, was a group of American Special Forces soldiers led by Captain Phillip Graves. Active for roughly five years before the unfortunate death, injury, and disappearance of them, the squad handled sensitive and dangerous operations outside of the United States, mainly in the countries of Adal and Urzikstan, with minor missions within other west Asian, Eurasian, South American, and European countries.

Captain Graves enlisted several decorated forces to serve under him in the force. Lieutenant Rose Achebe, Lieutenant Marisha Gallagher, Sergeant Tahoma Johns, Sergeant Isabella Okazaki, and newly promoted sergeants Angeline Navarro, Rodrigo Cassidy, and Nadezhda Said.

Other teams and staff largely regarded them as never being anywhere without another-- the task force were at each other's hips all the time; eating together, training together, etc. Often on breaks, they'd spend plenty of time at Graves' house in Austin for get together, weekend trips, BBQs, you name it!

Rigo was largely labeled as everyone's little brother or the baby of the team. He never seemed to mind it and actually, maybe even enjoyed the pampering and babying from his friends. Rigo's callsign used to be "Teddy" considering how soft the 831 was on the guy (he's largely just called by "Rigo" now). He was obviously deemed "Class Clown" in his senior year's yearbook!

Nadya, Nads, Nadder-- the firecracker of the 831. Previously deemed [callsign recall failed, reboot system and try again later], a title well-earned for her strength in the field, she was the life of the motherfuckin' party. She was always on booze for the 831 parties and always knew the best places to get food. Smiling from ear to ear constantly, those outside of the 831 hardly saw her without the blinding grin. Known in high school as "The Emo Kid."

Angeline, Angel, Angelina-- the gentle giant of the team. Towering over plenty of the other sergeants, her 6'2 stature often scared the living shit out of those on the battlefield. Callsign "Maverick," she'd sweep through buildings in minutes, wiping out anyone who stood between her and her team. ...But she was also the 831's beauty specialist. Gentle, steady hands could do the finest eyeliner and best contouring you could ever see. Though she was quiet, the affection she had for her team was obvious-- this loving, caring woman spent her breaks from the military fostering kittens. Voted most likely to go into professional sports because of her height in high school.

Izzie was the team's gym junkie. Christ on a cracker, this girl never drank alcohol, never (sometimes) went to be late, never touched anything that could've even been deemed unhealthy (think of her as the ultimate health nerd)-- and she did what she could to keep the others on the same path. Izzie "Legs" Okazaki could power through a hot battlefield and make it out the other side like she was Secretariat, corralling the rest of the team into safe positions while she laid down cover fire. Was Prom Queen her senior year!

Homa, Johnny-- he was definitely the heart of the team. A bit of a worry wart, the firearm specialist had a heart of gold amongst the blood and guts of the field. "Birdie" had an eye out for his team at all times, firing a shot into the head of anyone who stepped too close to his armored companions. It was impossible not to like him, but damn... did he love a little gossip. This boy was pretty and popular, winning Prom King in his junior AND senior years of high school.

Mari was a bit skittish in her years as a lieutenant. Sure, she was strong, commanding, but she held a secret insecurity that was chipped away at by the support of her captain. Graves knew she had some doubts, so he did everything he could to encourage the woman, turning Marisha into the headstrong Lt. "Textbook" Gallagher for her strict regiment toward the rules and precise knowledge of military action and code. Luckily, she's largely been called "Gallagher," or "Galla," since her time as a Captain. She was captain of the Mathletes in her middle and high school years.

Rose, Rosie-- aptly given the callsign "Thorn," was probably the most lax lieutenant you could have. Pretty much owned the phrase "if I didn't see it, I don't care." With that being said, she was well respected because of her hands-off style of leadership. She was held as a responsible guide, letting the lower ranks fuck around and find out, then teaching them how to not do it again. Loved by many, the woman made sure to keep the anxious members of the 831 as chill as possible. Oddly enough, she was voted for "Teacher's Pet" in her yearbook!

Finally, Phillip Graves, the kind-hearted Captain of the 831. He collected them with the hopes to turn them into a strong, powerful team, and boy, was he not disappointed. He cared for each of them like his own children (since his actual kids ended up being taken in the divorce), making sure they always came back in one piece. It's a wonder as to why he didn't cry when he found out their helo had crashed in an untrackable location.