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[ragingbookdragon]

It was supposed to be a routine Friday Pizza and Movie Night but for some reason Gaz kept fidgeting the entire movie. At one point, she’d rested her ankles across his thigh like she usually did, and he shot up, asked her to pause the movie and practically ran into the bathroom, returning moments later with an excuse of, “Was about to explode, sorry,” and a lame and awfully nervous smile.

After returning to the movie, it only took him fidgeting twice before she paused it again, stood from the couch, walked to the light switch, and flipped it on; she turned back to him and crossed her arms over her chest with an expecting look on her face.

“Okay, you’ve got ants in your pants. What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”

Gaz reclined back on the sofa, rested an arm along the back and tried for his nonchalance but she also knew he did that when he was about to be blown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m solid.”

“You can’t lie to me, asshole,” she retorted and walked over, standing in front of him. “Seriously, you’re acting really fucking weird. What’s wrong with you?”

He pulled his arm back, hands in between his knees and he shifted on the couch. “It’s nothing serious.”

“Seems pretty serious to me.” She sat down beside him and leaned enough to catch his eyes. “Kyle, talk to me. What’s going on?”

Her voice was so sympathetic, so worried and he couldn’t help but feel heat blister behind his eyes and he squeezed them shut, jaw tightening as he shook his head. “I can’t,” he whispered.

Her face contorted in worry and she gently prodded, “Kyle, I’ve only ever seen you like this a few times. I know something is wrong.”

His mouth started to open, then it snapped closed, repeating the process a few times.

“Kyle,” she stressed. “Talk to me.”

He lowered his head in shame, a mumble coming out and she shifted closer.

“What was that?”

Kyle swallowed thickly and repeated a tad louder, “I’m in love with you.”

She blinked, a bit stunned, and suddenly it made sense. All the fidgeting, the past few phone calls and texts had seemed more sincere, more sweet, more intimate on his part and she felt foolish for not seeing it sooner—how easy it would’ve been to say it back.

Gently, she took Gaz’s face in her hands, tilting it up. “Kyle,” she murmured, and he shook his head, or tried to in her hands and she laughed softly. “Kyle, look at me, honey.”

He opened his eyes, a starting red beginning to rim them and he gazed at her pitifully. “‘m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she whispered and thumbed beneath his eyes and across his cheeks. “Now what on earth made you think that I wouldn’t look at you and feel the same?”

Gaz shrugged weakly and she leaned forward, nuzzling his nose. “So confident and strong in the field and yet to meek at home.” She pressed her forehead into his. “I love you too, you silly boy.”

“Yeah?” he replied, voice full of relief as his body began to sag against her, adrenaline beginning to fade.

She smiled at him. “Yeah.”

[multific]

Gaz’s Big Secret

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader

Summary: Kyle has a secret he told no one about.

Arriving back home after such a long mission, Taskforce 141 was exhausted, everyone longed to sleep in their own bed, well, everyone maybe except Simon.

Gaz for sure would have begged the Captain for a bed if they weren't returning home soon.

But here they were, about to land in a couple minutes and Kyle was finally able to use his own phone.

Pulling it up he saw a text which made him smile.

"What are giggling about like a schoolgirl, Garrick?" asked the Captain as he pulled out a cigar and lit it.

"Nothing, Sir." replied Kyle before getting his bag. 

All four of them made their way through the airport.

"Aiden! Slow down please!" they heard a woman call out, as all four of them looked, it was a young woman, rushing after a toddler who was running towards them. Before anyone could react, Kyle dropped his bag, leaning down for the toddler to run into his arms as he lifted him up.

"Hi Bubba!" Kyle giggled as the child grabbed tightly onto his jacket, pacifier still in his mouth he looked at the two men behind his father.

"He runs so fast! I can bearly keep up!" you said as you joined your son and hugged Kyle. "Welcome home." you whispered into his ear before the three of you turned towards his very confused and shocked team.

"I have been meaning for you all to meet. This is my lovely wife, Y/N, and our son, Aiden. Love, this is Captain, Lieutenant and Soap."

"Lovely to meet you all, I have heard a lot about you three." you smiled at the still extremely confused men.

"And we heard nothing about you! Garrick, just how did you keep this a secret?" asked Price.

"I have my ways, Sir."

"Nice to meet you, name's Johnny MacTavish." Soap took a step towards you as he extended his hand for you to shake but you gave him a big hug instead.

"Lovely to meet you, Johhny. I'm Y/N Garrick." then another man with a mask introduced himself as Simon Riley and finally John Price. "Maybe once you could come over for lunch, Kyle says I make really good fried chicken, if you guys feel up to it." you said but everyone was looking at Kyle, how he was softly talking to his son as the kid played with his tags.

"Lunch sounds amazing sometime." said Price as he finally broke the silence.

"See you guys on the next mission." said Gaz before he grabbed you and after your goodbyes, the three of you left to go home.

As you were leaving all three smiled, thrilled to see their team mate happy.

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[justanoasisimagines]

Home Sweet Home

Summary; Kyle has spent the last thirteen months deployed. He's had one regret, not asking you out. Now as he returns he's on a mission to right that wrong, but is he too late? Pairing; Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader WordCount; 1,523 Trope used; The character returns home A/N; Hey my lovelies, today starts off the 7 weeks of Hallmark fics. I hope you enjoy! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Thirteen months. Thirteen months since Kyle last stepped down on British soil. The last time since he'd been to his apartment in London. Last time he'd enjoyed the bustle of busy London streets. Last time he'd enjoyed a decent couple of tea. Last time he'd seen you.

Should have Kyle gone to rest his aching body which protested with every step as he made his way towards your cafe? Yes. Yet it wasn't an option.

Memories of you kept Kyle going while he was deployed. Every fight, every mission, you were always there lingering in the back of his mind. Reminding him of what he was fighting to get back home to.

Often at night, Kyle experienced a swirling tornado of questions; Are you okay? Was everything going well back home? Your business? Have you met someone? That often left a sour last in his mouth. His mind twisted with deep regret.

If only he'd gathered the courage to ask you out before he was deployed. In truth, he hadn't wanted to burden you with the harsh reality of being involved with a soldier.

It's why he'd backed out at the last second. He hadn't heard the last of it from Price. He'd been going on about it non-stop. Life is too short. You'll regret it. Price was right, Kyle had regretted it for the past thirteen months.

Now as Kyle turned into the street he released a heavy exhale. He'd done wasting time. Kyle only hoped you would be happy to see him. Could only hope someone hadn't swept you off your feet while he had been away.

Kyle was met with warm comforting scents of freshly made bread and warm pastries, as a bell dinged over his head. A muffled 'just a sec' came from the back. Kyle's hands found their way into his pockets. Unsure what to do as he waited.

Kyle smiled when he caught his glimpse of you. You looked well, almost as if no days had passed at all. Yet time had, plenty could have changed and plenty had. Suddenly Kyle felt sick to his stomach as your eyes met his, almost widening almost comically.

"Your back." You moved around the counter, quickly knocking yourself into a nearby table. In a rush to get to him. Kyle moved to meet you half way wrapping his arms around you tightly. At least you were happy to see him. That was something.

Both of you melted into each other's touch. Everything was familiar yet different, Had Kyle gained yet more muscle? Have you changed your hair? Both of you took each other in, attempting to document every little change the two of you could locate.

"Got back a little while ago. Had to come see you?" Kyle wasn't surprised when he was met with a playful slap into his bicep. He could barely feel it.

"You didn't have to come here. I would have come to you." Kyle pulled back enough to see your brows frown. Always worried about him.

"And miss out on your baking, no chance" You rolled your eyes as you pulled away. He knew you would have brought him something. Besides the look on your face had been worth every painridden step.

"I didn't just come here for your baking. I was wondering if you were busy Saturday night?"

"Yeah, I am why" Kyle stopped briefly. This was it. All he had to do was ask. He'd battled in hostile warzones and yet this was more challenging. If you were to say no, Kyle could lose everything.

Kyle was at risk of losing you. Losing your friendship, Losing one of the reasons he fought so hard to come home.

Kyle couldn't experience the last thirteen months again. Not knowing had found someone who makes you happy. Kyle wanted to be the man for you.

He would be the man for you.

"The Christmas lights are being turned on this Saturday, wanna go?" Smooth. However, Kyle had taken that leap. It was out there now, Kyle waited with bated breath.

"Are you finally asking me out?" Kyle nodded unable to look at you directly. Christmas Tree, Santa's and Snowman cookies were decorated beautifully in your glass cabinet.

Kyle finally mustered the courage to meet your gaze as he answered. "Yeah, I am." Your eyes sparkled like the North Star as a shy smile graced your face.

Then I look forward to seeing you Saturday,"

Kyle rubbed his hands together attempting to battle off the cold. The streets were bustling as people flocked to witness the Christmas lights. Stands and activities for all ages littered around the street. Christmas music played overhead.

There is magic in the air tonight. A warm welcoming feel as Kyle waited for you. Kyle was full of anticipation searching through the crowd desperate to find you.

You appeared like a Christmas Angel as Kyle began to maneuver through the crowd eager to get you. Thirteen months and five days had been leading up to this moment. Kyle wanted to enjoy every single second.

"You look beautiful."

"You don't look so bad yourself."

"Do you want to grab a drink first? It's bloody freezing out tonight." In agreeance, Kyle walked beside you, hand twitching to take yours. Hesitation halted him one more, yet it was you who bravely tested out the waters.

This was new for both of you. New boundaries are being explored. You two walked through the street catching up as you both shared details of the last thirteen months. Kyle wasn't able to tell you much but he had plenty of stories of Price, Soap and Ghost.

Kyle was already planning to introduce you to them as soon as possible. It was time they met the woman he couldn't stop talking about.

Two hot chocolates later, you two wandered through the streets exploring various stools. Handmade crafts, whimsical snowglobes, delicious handcrafted food. The street had suddenly become a winter wonderland.

"You know I wanted to ask you out thirteen months ago."

"Why didn't you? I would have said yes." Kyle looked out into the crowd of people admiring how lighter everything appeared. People smiled as they emerged through shops, bags in hand wrapping paper poking out of them.

Parents pointed up at the twinkling lights showing and enjoying the children who stared back in awe. Magic and wonder existed behind those eyes. Sometimes it was easy to forget how magical this time could be.

"Being with someone in the military isn't easy. I didn't want to put that burden on you."

"Kyle that's not your decision to make. Do you think I don't worry already? Every time you've been deployed I know there's a chance you're not coming back, but I hope that you do. That was my Christmas wish this year." Kyle stopped looking at you as you stopped several steps ahead.

"What was?"

"For you to come home safe." Kyle moved swiftly pushing past anyone who attempted to get in his way, before cupping your face in the palm of his hands and kissing you tenderly.

Your eyes widened for a second before fluttering shut. Your hands moving to rest on his chest. The world around you suddenly disappeared because nothing else mattered. Just you and Kyle.

As Kyle pulled away, his hands moved to wrap around your waist, holding you in the busy streets of London.

"Come with me to John's Christmas party? I'd like to finally introduce them to the woman I won't shut up about." Kyle pressed his forehead onto yours, both of you surrounded by a bubble no one could penetrate.

"Would John mind you bringing me?" Kyle shook his head, having to part as the crowds began to get busier. Taking your hand, you both proceeded to wander down the street once more.

"No Angel, he'll be more than happy to have you. He'll finally get to meet the woman I keep talking his ear off about." Kyle observed you as you nibbled on your lip.

"You have nothing to worry about. Price and the others. They're good men and I already know they're gonna love you."

"Okay, should I bring anything?"

"They're gonna love you regardless, but if you bring any of your baking. I might get some competition."

"No one could come close to you." Kyle wrapped his arm around you, holding you close as you walked through the street. Feeling the lightest he had in months.

Kyle thought he was doing what was right at the time, but in reality, nothing could compare to everything going through his mind. Happiness, Relief, love, anticipation. Kyle couldn't believe you were finally his and he couldn't wait to introduce you to everyone.

From now on Kyle would go away knowing he'd have you waiting for him. He could return home to you his slice of happiness. His piece of the world.

Price had been right, life is too short to consider every possibility. Sometimes you have to take a risk and step into unknown territory. Kyle would always be grateful to Price for giving him a well-needed push.

Now it was time to enjoy being home.

[beloveds-embrace]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

[disgustingtwitches]

threesome with Kyle and Johnny and you are reminded that Johnny is so smart he's stupid:

Soap: can I finish inside you

You: yeah I have an IUD

Soap: you got a bomb in your pussy?

Kyle: that's an IED you absolute clownshoe

...

Kyle: you are a demolitions specialist

[forsworned]

Being the only female on TF141 is like Simon constantly scolding you for getting into sheningans with Johnny and Kyle while Price sits on his arm chair with a good book, whiskey in hand and him puffing out smoke like a chimney from his cigar like the daddy he is.

"Delete it."

"Why?"

"Cos I fockin' said so."

You cock an amused brow at him as you look up from the embarrassingly cute photo of the skull-masked behemoth fast sleep and cuddling your Hello Kitty plushie. "Cos y'fockin' said so?" You mock his gravelly Manchester accent and it sends Johnny and Kyle into a fit of giggles. And even Price is chuffed by it. It's contagious really.

It lets your guard down enough for him to yank your phone out of your hand deleting the picture with a swiftness that made your eyes ream and your heart jump. You all groan and jeer at him for being a poor sport but he's quite satisfied with himself. Little does he know, you have a few copies of it in your desktop.

[v1x3n]

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (141 x fem!reader, live together)

Beside you, Kyle is the first to wake up in the morning. He’ll pad towards the kitchen, enjoying the sight of you making your morning drink silently, before moving to stand right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as he grinds he bulge lazily against your ass. He just wants to feel your warmth, how nice your soft flesh press against his cock.

“Just want to feel you, baby. It’s so cold out here.” He’ll unabashedly slip his hands under your pajamas shirt, kneading your breasts and tugging at those sensitive buds, forcing you to stop brewing your drink because you might spill the liquid.

Kyle just want to get an orgasm from you, a gift for you two morning birds, he claims before succumbing to sleepiness and tuck himself back under the duvet, fully content with being the first man making you come undone everyday, and sleeps in 5 more minutes.

You know Johnny will drag you into the shower with him whenever he comes back from his morning jog. You chide him before he engulfs you in his embrace, lightheartedly calling him a stinky man and shush him to go shower first.

So his solution is hug you despite your protest, then pull you inside the bathroom together, stripping off your pajamas and his sports wear impatiently before jumping into the shower with you.

“We’re both stinky now, jus’ thought ye might need a shower too.” Johnny grins when you glare at him, shamelessly pretends he’s just ‘looking out for ye’ while his hands traveling across your body, groping and preparing you for his cock with his hard dick prodding at the small of your back. He’ll never hurt you, but as soon as you’re wet enough for his girthy shaft, he’ll pick you up, stretching you deeply and completely with the help of your weight, groans and growls at how good you are, how your precious pussy takes him so good, ignoring Ghost’s noise complaint coming from the other side of the bathroom door as he fucks you fast and feral, making you unable to care about suppressing your moans and cling onto him, let him keep scooping you in his arms and thrust into you till he empty his balls in your good little cunt.

Finally getting Kyle and Johnny pass out from the alcohol, John and Simon manhandle them back to the bedroom before entering the living room again. 00:13, a glance at the clock telling you it’s late in the night, but it’s just the start for the three of you. Retrieving a bottle of fine rum, John seats you between him and Simon, thighs touching with theirs as you all sip on the wine and chat quietly. “The boys will chug the rum like it’s some cheap beer, they can settle with those just fine.” John chuckles lowly and comments on the awful taste and drinking habit of Kyle and Johnny.

“Those bonkers will stick to your side the whole day and complain if they find out, old man.” Simon chimes in after huffing out a laugh at John’s words.

You snicker along with them, feeling fully content and relaxed with squished between two of your lovers, joking about the other two men you loved while the rum flows smoothly down your throat. Soon your composure slips after few nips of the wine, whining cute and groggily as Simon ravish in the kiss with you, tongues dance and tangle with each other in a slow pace, let him drink down all your syrupy moans and coos in rare gentleness, so John can slickens up your pussy with his lips and your juices, making sure you can accommodate their fat cocks later, and you can’t expect or plead him to sink his cock into you already until him and Simon can see your juices dripping down your soaked folds, praying them to fill you up.

The two men will treat you so well, worshipping their dearest girl in the world. Simon’s fingers and lips are always on you when John squeeze his fat tip into your entrance, gliding in and out slowly and heavily, so all those spongy spots of yours that can make you chant his name like a mantra aren’t missed out. When he put a load in you with a husky groan, passing you onto Simon’s lap and let you lean back on his chest, he’ll plant tiny kisses on your shoulder, murmur about how they love you—will protect you and keep you safe and sound—against your skin. Simon allows him to indulge in the heat and tightness of your pussy, grunting and praising you as he fuck John’s cum back inside you, making sure you take each drops of John’s seeds, like the reliable lieutenant he always is for his captain. The base of his length has formed a creamy froth the time he nips down slightly on your shoulder to muffle his moan, drenching your messy cunt with every bit of his release. “Atta girl.” His croon is added with John’s soothing voice “Yeah, been so good for us, princess.”

They both pick up the glass once again to finish the remaining rum, with you already drifting between your slumber and consciousness, listening to their small chatters as your own lullaby. You don’t know when they’ll finish drinking, or if one of them will nestle their cock inside your pussy again, just to feel your walls clenching down subconsciously, but you let yourself slip into a dream, because they’ll take good care of you, always do and always will.

[boowritess]

part 2 lol

so apparently it's really fucking hard to get into the SAS. and ontop of that I've been getting tiktoks of people going around an army base asking why they joined. most responses were to pay off student loans, bills, school, (someone said there's was 6 years of prison or school and *mental note for idea*), the recruiter lied or spoilt them, barracks bunny.

141 (poly?) x notsobaddasssoldier!reader

and now i can't stop thinking of soldier!reader. who really half-assed their way through everything - only doing the job for the money and to pay off student loans + they had nothing better to do.

who somehow ends up being adopted by Price (kinda like Gaz i guess ???) all because reader happened to be in the right place at the right time and saved Price's ass while managing to complete a mission the Task Force were doing.

and it's not that you saved his ass or completed the mission that makes Price go *this is mine* - it's the fact that afterwards all you can say is-

"this shit is so not worth paying off my student loans."

"oh fuck i forgot to cancel my subscription. fuckk- waste of fucking money"

- all the while a building is burning in front of you but yeah just not at all concerned about what had just happened. so price just *grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you up, claiming you as part of his task force now.*

(lol you probably can't do that irl but this is fiction sooo suck my ass.)

and laswell's just like no... they are very much still green john. way too green. no.

but it's too late. he's already introducing you to the task force. singing your praises and you're just like

"man he promised to pay off my student loans and give me food." basically how ur recruiter got ya ass.

enough said. you get the whole off the books speech, saving the world by doing things others wouldn't like. but u couldn't give a rats ass - you should but nah...

and like... you know you're the rookie... you're still green... but some of the shit 141 do you just...

"so you just gonna kidnap the wife AND the child...? right... kid, you wanna watch bluey? here..."

"and you do this often...? crazy."

but you don't exactly protest. how could you with how much you get paid. you kinda just side-eye and look away when it's geta a lil crazy. *bombastic side-eye*

and the other 141 guys - oh my days. become just as enormed as price and want to start really trying to amplify your skills. but every time, they start explaining how to do things - the best way to go about a situation or how to fight a certain way.

you pull this face. like your top lip pulls back, your eyebrows scrunch together, and there's a slight frown on your lips as they speak. like you look confused/disgusted. but you don't even realise cause-

"why're you pulling that face?" 141

"that's... that's just my focusing face..."

"oh..." 141 feels bad

then when they do take you in feild you're shaking your head no. like you haven't been around that long. what the fuck? now you're bout to infiltrate an enemy base!?!?!

"can i just wait in the car?"

"no." price

"i'm gonna vomit."

"aim at the enemy." ghost

people think that because you're suddenly in this badass task force that surely they're just using you for your assets.

they all think you're the 141 barracks bunny. and maybe you should be pissed or annoyed or grossed out. but all you can do is sigh and pause from the burger price got you, and let out a long exhale.

"fuck... maybe i can just do onlyfans or be a pornstar... shit maybe it's not too late..."

"military is bascially sex work - selling my body..."

"not that different from what i'm doing now. body being used, check. body sore in the strangest places, check."

your tone so empty, blank and nonchalant, but there's a serious look in your eyes that when you grab your phone out to maybe do a little research on how you could do that, your phone is snatched from your hand by one of the guys and they walk out the room without a second look back.

with an annoyed huff, you go back to eating your burger. but suddenly, you turn to the person who genuinely thought you were a barracks bunny.

"hey you think if i be a barracks bunny i get out of missions and shit?"

"...that's not how it works..." rando.

"fuck."

and maybe you try...

like you go to price's office and the guys are already in there, chatting about something that you should really pay attention too but you can't be assed. instead you unashamedly start to speak...

"if i suck ya'll dicks can i get out the mission?"

"no. you still have to join." gaz says amused

"even if you-" *que long sigh from price* "even if you suck our dicks."

"that's fucked up. i should've done porn."

and with the most hurt and broken-hearted look on your face, you leave the office, closing the door with a dramatic sigh. the guys just stare at the door in... confusion, amusement, and maybe arousal if ya'll dig that

idk man just gimmie more soldier!reader who just really ain't the fucked, there for money, lowkey hungry and doesn't know what the fuck is happening. kinda a pet or little sibling energy that the 141 love.

bonus*

"wait so they aren't sucking our dicks?" *soap says getting slapped in the back of the head by ghost

a/n: brain is rottinnggg. i should be doing so much other shit but... cod just consumes my brain 24/7

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[TF141 with A Reader That Can Fall Asleep Anywhere and Anytime]

Price’s heart skips a beat when he steps into the bedroom and sees your legs on the bed while the rest of your body just dangles from the edge of the bed.

He manhandles you back onto the bed and kisses you goodnight, but his poor heart gets surprised again when he goes to the bathroom in the morning and is welcomed by the sight of you dangling your legs on the edge of the empty bathtub this time and body lies in the tub.

He picks you up and you stir, murmuring that you were brushing your teeth when he asks you why you’re sleeping in the tub, and then drift back to dream in his arms with the toothbrush in your hand.

Soap is too used to your weird sleeping habit, so when he comes home and sees you lying with your head on the couch but hanging your legs over the back of the couch, he just scoffs a laugh and carries you to bed.

“Hey Johnny” you mumble when you feel him put you on the bed.

“go back to sleep” He kisses you and goes to shower, and when he finishes and goes back to your side, he shakes his head in disbelief when he finds you lying horizontally even though he just adjusted your position into a normal human one 5 minutes ago.

Gaz wakes up in the morning and walks to the living room just to witness you standing but bend over the kitchen counter, he almost thinks you’re dead and the haziness in his mind just vanishes in a second.

“babe wake up!” he knows you’re alive but still checks if you are breathing as he wakes you up.

“goo morni kyl I -&&:@/“ and he only watches you straight up for a greeting and then slump onto the counter to sleep again, while the tea you make is beside you.

Ghost

“What do you want for dinner?” He asks when you two sit together in front of the desk, he's using his laptop while you’re reading.

“What you want for dinner love?” He says again when he doesn’ t get a response from you.

“Love?”

He turns to face you after another silence, and finally, he discovers why you're so quiet, because you fall asleep while resting your head on your hand.

He grins while taking out his phone and records you, and (luckily) he captures your head slips out of your palm and slams your face on your book as you are totally unfazed and keep snoring.

[ragingbookdragon]

My Lord! A Snappin' Turla!

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: New OC foks!! :) Thorne

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It’s an ordinary Tuesday morning at the 141 base when Laswell walks into the room with a rather annoyed looking woman in tow. The guys look up from their breakfast and tea, to Laswell, to the woman, then back to their breakfast, and it’s only Price who breaks the silence.

“This her?” he asks and Laswell nods, shoving her forward.

“This is indeed. Introduce yourself.”

“I’d rather not,” the woman mutters, crossing her arms over her chest.

“There are a lot of things I’d rather not do and babysitting you is one of those,” Laswell retorts. “Introduce yourself.”

The woman rolls her eyes, lets out an exaggerated sigh and greets, “Name’s Snapper.”

At this, Soap looks up from his eggs. “Snapper?”

“That’s what I said, William Wallace.”

He ignores the swipe. “Why do they call you ‘Snapper’? Bonnie lass like you should be called something nicer.”

Snapper blinks, eyes hardening as she answers, “I once got attacked by a drunk guy who though it would be a good idea to stick his hand in my face. Three guesses as to what I bit off and how many.”

“And there goes my desire to ask you out,” Soap jokes and she turns to Laswell with a glare.

“I’m gonna hurt this boy’s feelings.”

“Play nice, niece,” she sighs and this time, Gaz looks up.

“Niece? You have a niece?”

“My wife’s.”

“Ah,” he nods and looks to Snapper. “Kyle Garrick. But everyone calls me Gaz.”

“I cannot physically believe you’re sticking me in a base full of men.”

Laswell rolls her eyes. “As much as I hate to actually admit this, you’re one of the best information specialists I’ve ever seen. The 141 can benefit from your help.”

“Men. I’m stuck on a base full of male soldiers. Who shit and fart and laugh loudly with no regards to their surroundings. Why would this be enjoyable for me?”

“Consider it punishment for hacking into the Pentagon and changing the official records to say that Clinton did in fact have sexual relations with that woman.”

Snapper glares at the floor. “You just can’t appreciate good humor.”

“I appreciate my wife not being beside herself in tears that her only niece is in federal prison.”

“Had to get your attention and entrance to the CIA somehow,” she griped.

Finally, Ghost meets her gaze. “You hacked into the Pentagon so you could prove you were good enough to join the CIA?”

She glares at him. “Yeah, kinda how you joined the army so you could find a family that actually cared about you.” She looks at them. “Anybody else want their feelings hurt or just the obviously PTSD-ridden, antisocial, masked freak?”

“You’re out of line, Snapper,” Laswell hisses and she turns her glare onto her aunt.

“I didn’t ask to be here. You could’ve put me anywhere else. You control where I go but you sure as shit don’t control what the fuck I say or do.”

The two glower at one another before Laswell shuts her eyes, breathes deeply for a few moments, then opens her eyes and looks at Price. “Her file is on your desk, her bags are outside the door. She’s a handful but she’s good. If you need me, call.” She turns to Snapper. “You piss me the hell off, I want to kill you, I love you, I’ll call you when I land. Goodbye.”

“You can’t just leave me here!” she shouts in return but doesn’t follow, instead she cocks a hand on her hip and looks at the four men at the table. “So…what’s on the agenda first?”

Price lets out a breath. “Manners, for starters.”

“Kiss my left ass-cheek,” she retorts. “I’m not letting a forty-five-year-old man tell me how to be ladylike.”

Soap and Gaz both snort into their drinks and Price falls stricken with a look of disbelief. “I’m thirty-eight?”

“Uh huh, and I’m the fucking Queen of England.” She gestures to them. “Have fun in your circle-jerk club. I’m gonna go wander.”

“No you’re not, lass,” Soap says, jumping up to grab her arm and she pauses, looks down at his hand, then back up.

“You wanna play this game with me?” Snapper asks coldly. “Because I’ll win.”

He points a finger in her face. “You keep your hands to yourself and your teeth off people.”

“I find I don’t like men telling what to do particularly pleasant. Let go or you’ll be two fingers less than you were five seconds ago.” He glares but lets her go and follows when she turns around. “I don’t need a babysitter. Fuck off.”

“This base has sensitive information you’re not privy to.”

“Yeah, like how you take the lieutenant up your ass every night?”

Soap stalls. “H-how?”

“I’m very good at what I do,” is all she tells him, then pauses and turns back to the table. “I want that one to lead me around.” Her finger is pointing straight at Gaz, who looks like he’s about to shit a brick.

He looks at Price in terror. “I do not want to be her friend.”

“Fuck you,” she barks, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m a great friend.”

Price glances between the two glaring at each other. “Gaz, give her a tour of the base.”

“Price—”

“That’s an order,” he adds and Gaz grunts, getting up from the table to follow her.

“C’mon,” he says, and she clears her throat with exaggeration, getting in front of him.

“Oh no, I’m not being led around like a dog.”

“I’m not treating you like a fucking dog,” he gripes, opening the door. “Just go.”

“Make me, princess,” she retorts and the two start arguing as the door shuts behind them.

No one breaks the silence for a few moments, then Price groans, lays his head on the table and swears. “Fuckin’ Laswell. When she said she had a specialist in mind, I thought it was gonna be someone enjoyable.”

Soap tipped his head side to side. “I dunno, Price, she seems like an…acquired taste.”

“More like sour,” he bites back, sitting up to run a hand down his face. “God help Gaz.”

“He’ll be fine,” Soap says. “What’s the worst that could happen? They hate-fuck?”

“Exactly. I’m too young to be a grandfather,” he says, looking at Ghost. “They’re not allowed to sleep in the same room. Ever.”

“Who fucking died and put me in charge of them?” Ghost snaps.

“Because I trust you.”

“You don’t trust me?” Soap asks, hurt.

“You’ll encourage them, Simon won’t.”

“But don’t you want Gaz to be happy?”

“I want Gaz to not be arrested for killing a CIA agent.”

“Think she might bite his head off before that happens,” Ghost says.

“She’ll bite somethin’,” Soap snorts.

Price grunts, rising from his seat, tea cup in his hand. “I’m going to my office. Come get me if they get into a fistfight.”

“Still questioning why I’m in charge of them,” Ghost gripes.

“Because I fuckin’ said so. That’s why.”

“Permission to not be nice to her.”

“Granted. Lethal verbal decimation allowed.”

“Copy.” Ghost rises, pointing at Soap. “You. Come on.”

“You?” he sputters. “I have a name, ya fuckin’ reprobate.”

As the two argue while they leave, Price leans against the table and frowns at his feet. “I need a partner…or a fucking hobby…or both.”

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Wounds and Crushes

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader

Warning: injury

Summary: Going on a mission with your crush you were nervous, but you still have to act professionally.

It was supposed to be an in-and-out mission. Nothing complicated, nothing too difficult.

And while the mission itself wasn't difficult, try and be professional while your crush is right next to you, now that was difficult.

You wondered if Captain Price knew what he was doing by sending the two of you. 

You wondered if he did it all on purpose, at first Soap wanted to join but then the Captain made sure not to include him. 

And so, there you were with Kyle, or Gaz as you were supposed to call him while on the mission. 

But how were you supposed to be good at your job when all you could do was stare at his handsome face? How?

This was a temptation you did not need. 

And you suffered the consequences. You missed a shot, something you have not been doing for a long long time. 

And yet, here you were, your missed shot became a chain of events. You missed the shot, Gaz tried to cover you, which almost got him shot, but you moved him out of the way, which resulted in you getting shot.

You let out a groan as the bullet hit your shoulder.

And now, here you were, in a safe house with Kyle as he pulled the bullet out of your muscle and bandaged up the wound.

"Fuck!" you yelled.

"You shouldn't have pushed me out of the way."

"I was not letting them shoot you, Gaz." you gave him a look as he finished your shoulder.

"Rather me than you, Y/N." he said but you didn't reply. You knew he would keep watch while you slept a little.

You let your eyes close as you drifted off. 

You woke up to the feeling of someone touching your arm.

"We have to change your bandage." you heard a voice say, without opening your eyes you slowly sat up and let Kyle do the work. "You have a slight fever. Take this." you felt him hand you some medicine and water which you took. 

"Kyle,"

"Don't talk, you should go back to sleep, I'm keeping watch." you only nodded before laying back down.

---

You weren't sure how much time passed before you woke up again. Shouldn't be long as you woke up with a high fever once more.

Kyle was still by your side.

"You are so handsome you know that?"

His eyes snapped to you, you swore he nearly broke his neck looking at you.

"What?" he asked.

"You are so handsome. One time, I saw you in the training room, topless. I nearly fell, you are always so kind to me too. Handsome, sexy and kind."

"You have a crush on me?" 

"Crush might be an understatement at this point Garrick." 

"You have a fever."

"I always feel hot when looking at you, just it's usually lower than my chest."

"Oookay, Y/N, you need to take meds and sleep." he gave you water and meds, but you didn't let go of his hand after.

"Can you stay?"

"I never left." he said with such seriousness it made you even dizzier. With one last nod, you were off to sleep again.

---

You woke up the next morning. 

You did feel a lot better though. Your mind was clear but you couldn't recall the last evening after he bandaged you up.

Kyle was sitting by the window, looking outside, you assumed he didn't know you were up.

"Kyle?" you slowly approached him as he turned to you.

"Are you feeling better?" 

"A lot, thank you, I think my fever went down, we could move today."

"I already called Price, they are sending a chopper, a doctor will have to check you out."

"I-I feel like I'm good to go."

"I rather not risk your life, they can always send us on another mission."

"Sorry, I should have been more careful and not-"

"It wasn't your fault."

A very awkward silence fell between the two of you.

You sat with your back against the wall as Kyle looked out the window.

"Did I say something to you when I had a high fever?"

"No. You didn't say anything only mumbled."

"I always say something weird and you are acting strange, Kyle."

"Y-You said I..." Kyle let out a sigh, knowing he have to be honest. "You said you have a crush on me."

"Oh." you felt yourself getting heated, he never looked at you. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"Is it true?" he suddenly turned to you, his eyes finally meeting yours. "Do you really like me?"

You nodded once.

"I do. I had a crush on your since-"

"Since you saw me training. You told me that. When you saw me train shirtless."

You cringed a little, you really need to learn to shut your mouth.

"Actually it started before that. When I joined the team and Price introduced us, you caught my eye. You showed me around base and made me tea. Usually, it would take much for me to like someone but you are special. And I understand completely if you don't feel the same. We can pretend this never happened."

"I actually do like you. From the moment Price showed your picture to us, and then we met. Ah, fuck it, let's go on a date. Once the doctor checks you of course."

"I would love to." you smiled as did he.

When the chopper landed, as you got on it, you looked at Kyle, offering him another smile. 

Maybe getting shot wasn't so bad after all.

You lied.

It was.

Don't get shot.

Don't be dumb, just confess to your crush and hope for the best.

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Friends to Lovers

Hey lovelies back with another headcanon, my requests are open and my guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Kyle has always know you were special to him. hen the two o you met something clicked. The two of you were fast friends.

❀Kyle calling you a special nickname relating to your friendship. Even after you've taken the leap, he'll still use the same nickname.

❀You've been friends for yours before he begins to realise he's fallen for you. Over the years the two of you have gown close. You're affectionate with each other, hugging, kisses on the cheek. Kyle's caught him himself holding your hand more than once.

❀Kyle and you being insperable. The other's notice and make jokes about you two being joined at the hip.

❀When Price meets the two of you he insists you both join the task force. He makes a point to regard you as a package deal.

❀You and Kyle always looking out for each other. Both of you a fiercly protective of each other.

❀Both of you dating other people, yet each relationship fails. Through each breakup the two of you lean on each other.

❀It takes one day when things turn. You two are the closest you've ever been. You get injured in the field. Kyle's usually a composed person, but seeing you hurt courses him to go on a downward spiral.

❀He's by your bedside, refusing to leave. The other's have to bringg him food and force himself to look after himself. John reminds him he'll be no good to you, if he doesn't.

❀It gives him time to think. To realise he can't live without you. This is what forces Kyle to realise, he's in love with you.

❀When you wake, Kyle confesses his feelings at the nearest possible convience. With new realisations, and a new relationship, you two begin a new future.

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(Arranged marriage to duke john price except it means you married four instead of one 👁️👁️)

Your marriage to Duke Price is one out of necessity: you need a husband before high society begins rumoring you to be a barren woman and too old to be married off, and Duke Price needs a wife who is able to take on Duchess duties of his duchies.

You do not expect love, though you suppose it’d be a nice bonus. You are merely glad that Duke Price is a reasonable handsome man, and he informs you on your wedding night that he will not force himself on you, and there is no need to immediately begin attemtping for an heir.

You take admirably to your new duties, have been raised practically for this purpose though the head butler Kyle is wonderful in helping you as well- actually all the servants have been wonderful towards you. You have regular dinners with John, though they are a bit stilted but at least Chef Johnny’s food is good enough you can easily forget the tense atmosphere. You can tell your husband is hiding something- you are sometimes barred from going to his office to him, certain rooms are not allowed for you, and you are not allowed anywhere near the letters addressed to him- but as long as it isn’t hurting you, why should you bother him? So you never ask, and he seems happy enough that you don’t.

Until you accidentally stumble upon him and Duke Riley exchanging tongues. Very heatedly, hands grasping and tugging on each other’s clothes and Duke Riley sat on your husband’s desk.

It’s hot.

What’s not so hot is the way they both look at you when they realize you are there. You stutter, face a red so fierce it’d put a furnace to shame, and bolt out of the room despite hearing John call your name.

And you also skip out on the dinners for now, pretending you are sick with the help of your maids and their makeup skills.

But suddenly, it’s like your eyes have been opened. It’s not just Duke Riley who seems to hold a part of your husband’s heart; the one time you gather enough courage to maybe go speak with John and address the situation, you see Kyle stumbling out all disheveled and flushed, though he has a very satisfied air around him. He freezes when he sees you, and your jaw drops.

“My lady-“

“I- I’ll just- I’m taking a walk! Alone!”

You go to the kitchens instead, hoping that Johnny would have something delicious you can eat. Maybe something cold enough to wash away the blush on your cheeks.

Johnny is weirdly silent, however, even as he whips up chocolate mousse for you. His silence is not normal, it feels… almost guilty…

You sighs, take in a deep breath, and gather your dress. “Johnny… are you too…-?”

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

You can’t take it anymore. You leave the kitchens, and go straight back to your bedroom to bury your face in your bed. It’s not as if you are upset! It’s just- a rather befuddling situation?

Two nights later, it’s John himself who comes to you. You had assumed it was one of your maids returning with a new jar of oil for your nightly hair routine, but it’s your husband. You are glad it’s winter, and you aren’t simply in a thin nightgown.

“Wife.” He says, voice steady yet strained.

“John.”

You can’t call him husband. You’ve spent the last two days thinking and you were… rather sad. You were in the way of whatever they had (you saw Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny specifically sending food addressed to Duke Riley), weren’t you?

John sighs, sitting down on the settee while you remain on your vanity. After a moment of awkward silence, he opens his eyes and looks at you. “…what do you want to remain silent about this?”

You blink, raising an eyebrow. “…huh?”

John’s fists clench. “How much do you want in return for your silence?”

Frowning, you set your brush down and fully turn to him even if you feel exposed despite your thicker nightgown. “Is this about your… partners?” You say the word delicately, then shake your head. “I want nothing, John. If you are worried about me starting anything, I won’t. I just… hope this doesn’t mean you will divorce me?”

Being a divorced woman might as well be a death sentence on its own.

He looks at you, shocked into silence, and you quickly explain; his relationships have nothing to do with you and you aren’t a petty woman, who are you to come between what he and they have? You only hope this won’t take away the protection this marriage gave you.

That night, thus, you and John reach an agreement you are sure both of you are satisfied with.

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

With the ice broken between the two of you. The dinners have become so much more… relaxing and comfortable, far less than they had been. No secrecy was needed when you were around anymore, and you only giggle and look away, feigning innocence when they share tender kisses between one another… and the less polite kisses.

John can’t remain satisfied with this arrangement. You are such a sweet thing, now that he’s become to know you far better. He can see the way his men are looking at you now, something between fondness and hunger and want; Kyle helps you far more often now, despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. Even when you do it yourself, he stays by you and ensures you are comfortable.

And he joins your evening walks, arms looped as the two of you speak, laughing and giggling.

It’s similar to your late night chats with Johnny, where he plies your full of sweets and desserts until even your dreams are full of sweeter kisses you are sure will never be for you. Johnny, who cooks your favorites on hard days and who you heard from Kyle is even more serious about only having the best of the best in vegetables and meats and seasonings.

And Duke Riley… for all his stoicism, he is gentle with you. Even when he’d stared at you with doubt and mistrust, no doubt believing you to be lying to John and simply waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to ruin them. Yet it never happens, and now, during the galas you attend all dolled up on John’s arm and ignoring all murmurs about still having no children, you even dance with him and giggle at his terribly dry jokes, even share a few of your own with him.

Steadily, slowly, obliviously, John has watched each of his men fall for you. This, obviously, made you theirs. It made you his, more and more than you already were.

It’s why your current request is making him clench his glass in his hand, with Kyle looking on in displeasure as well, giving him subtle glances.

“-So that’s why I was asking, John,” you remain sweetly oblivious, adorned in a pretty dress Simon had gotten for you recently. “He will not spread any rumors, I’ll personally make sure of that-”

Your cheeks darken then, and you glance away. “I- I am… merely a bit- unsatisfied, if you understand my point. And the stable man is loyal to you, he wouldn’t say anything.”

It’s clear he needs to keep a better watch over you. Where and when did you even interact with his stable boy, Graves? Though he focused on your words.

Unsatisfied.

Well, he can’t have that, can he? You’ve done your wifely duties so admirably, it’s about time he took care of you as well… and maybe dealt with the baseless barren rumors as well. A baby would keep you nice and content and focused on them alone, wouldn’t it?

Oh yes. Yes, it would.

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141 with a partner who likes to bite

Okay, anon. I'll be honest. When I read this prompt, I immediately thought of "cute aggression." Not sure if that is what you meant or if you meant something else, but that's what I went with. Kinda. There are some more suggestive undertones in a few of these. I had a lot of fun with this one. Thank you so much for sending it in!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, biting, cute aggression, established relationship, teasing, flirting, suggestive themes

Word Count: 800

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John Price

"Are you teething?” asks John. “Do I need to get you a pacifier?"

John sounds annoyed, but you know that he isn’t. Not really. He happily puts up with your shenanigans.

"Can't help it,” you reply, showing your teeth. “You're too tempting."

The two of you are curled up in bed. He’s trying to read. And you’re trying to annoy him. When John is shirtless and reclined in bed, you have a clear view of his muscles. The temptation is always there, and it’s a pull you can’t resist. The aggression isn’t violent. It’s just overwhelming.

Clearly not liking your answer, John grunts. He tosses his book aside, uncaring of losing his place. One moment you’re next to him, and the next you’re fully on your back, trapped beneath his weight.

Giggling, you playfully shove at him, but there is no intention to escape from him. It’s not like you could break out of his grasp if you tried. He is warm and taut. A weighted blanket. This is what you wanted all along. To be beneath him.

"Stop."

He nips at your throat.

"Fucking."

Then he nips at your shoulder.

"Biting."

Finally, John nips at your upper arm.

"Me."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"Someone's going to think you're abusing me."

You grimace, even though Kyle’s tone is teasing and not at all upset. His arm and neck are peppered with small teeth marks. Most of them look like random little indents in the skin while others appear to be in the beginnings of bruising.

“I might have used excessive force,” you murmur, thumbing one of the marks.

Sometimes you can’t help yourself. The need to do it is overwhelming. Most times, you shake it off.

Kyle grins. “I like them. They’re little reminders.”

You laugh. “Oh yeah? Reminders of what?”

Kyle leans in, hand sliding up your back to grasp the nape of your neck. Pulling you close, Kyle lowers his voice. It’s all sultry smoothness.

"Of how many times I can make you come,” he coos.

“Kyle!” You lightly smack his chest, face heating as his gaze softens.

He shrugs. “You also just like to bite me.”

“Can’t help it,” you mutter.

“You’re like one of those small dogs,” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t you dare,” you scold.

“Adorable. Sweet at first glance.”

“Kyle.”

“Mean bite.”

“I swear to God, Kyle.”

“A—”

You place your hand over his mouth.

John "Soap" MacTavish

With Johnny as your bed, you spread yourself over him, head resting against his right pectoral. A rugby game is on. Johnny’s completely focused on the television as the two teams move about the field like small insects.

Johnny’s large, muscled arms are draped over your back, but his left bicep is dangerously close to your face. Every vein is pronounced. Tempting. You want to trace them with your tongue.

A naughty little urge creeps in. Makes itself known. Slithers around your brain to whisper that you should.

What’s one little bite?

It won’t hurt.

Like an itch that needs to be scratched, you lean forward, lightly chomping down on Johnny’s arm. The urge settles, the neurons in your brain content and happy.

Startled, Johnny jerks. Then, he laughs, arms tightening around you.

One second, you’re in full cuteness aggression. The next, Johnny is rolling you over, trapping you beneath him against the couch. Instead of you biting him, it’s Johnny biting you.

You shriek playfully, but he continues to nibble.

“Let me go,” you laugh. Smacking at him does nothing.

“You little goblin,” he mutters, dragging you off the couch and hauling you toward the bedroom, rugby match forgotten.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon wears only a thin, black shirt, leaving his arms bare. Your mouth waters at the sight of the protruding veins and taut muscles. The urge to touch and taste is overwhelming. It burns bright and hot beneath your skin.

"What are you looking at?" asks Simon without looking away from the menu board on the far wall.

“Nothing,” you reply instantly, glancing away like you weren’t thinking about his muscles.

A few seconds pass, and then you slip an arm between his, clinging to Simon. He doesn’t react. The menu board has his full attention. Simon is more worried about filling his stomach.

Turning your face into his arm, the urge to bite down—to unleash the aggression—wells inside you like a tsunami. At first, you resist, reminding yourself that you are in public and this behavior is inappropriate.

But you lose.

Your mouth starts to open, teeth poised to lightly bite.

“My arm isn’t a chew toy,” says Simon out of the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't bite," you mutter.

Simon slips his arm out of your grasp and then drapes it over your shoulders.

He leans in close. "You can bite me all over later."

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“No, no no, baby-baby let mama talk-“ much to your dismay your toddler already took off with the tablet down the hall with your husband on face time. With a disgruntled huff you walk down the hall and move to open the door only to falter for a moment as you hear your husbands voice.

“Takin’ care of your mum, bubs?”

“Des sir.”

“Why you runnin’ from her then?”

“Caasaaus I wanna talk to you and when mummy starts to talk to you she doesn’t share.”

A gruff laugh, “Alright alright, well what do you wanna talk about then, lad?”

You stand outside the door for a solid ten minutes before you knocked on the door and moved your son to your lap to smile down at your husband.

“Hey, honey.”

“Hey, hot stuff.”

You see him roll his eyes and you bite back a smile.

“Lad told me you’re not sharin enough.”

You playfully gasp, which triggered your sons giddy laughter, “No! Really??”

“Really!”