#oc: dovie

[goosetooths]

(ocs) i got all my stars aligned

[ohhellnova]

Ghost absolutely refers to his significant other as "little dove", the undertone varying depending on if he's speaking as Ghost or as Simon.

[chewbokachoi]

I was tagged by @roofgeese and @cloudofbutterflies92 !!

Picrew here

Have Cassan and Tenor and Dovi -

[smokbeast]

Fnaf and poe doodles and potentially integrating another oc into da fnaf au…. Also more fucked up rabbits, evil Bonnie? Maybe ;)))

[deputyash]

I got my absolutely beautiful art commission from the lovely @derelictheretic!! I love it so much! Dove and John look so cozy and adorable! Thank you so much 💗💞💗

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

ok but also going off my last message about soap and marissa i want them to get together but i also want more of them flirting with each other and not doing anything about the tension that is clearly there and the rest of the gang are just oh ffs just fuck already but they’re like nah we like teasing eachother too much and THEN let’s say while the bar is super busy some random dude starts trying to get marissa attention but she’s a) too busy and b) already but not really spoken for like ygm and soap sees and he’s having none of it and all the guys are trying to calm him down and tell him that she’s fine but he’s like nah fuck that guy and then goes over to the bar and then tells the random dude to fuck off and marissa is like ‘you good pal’? and he’s like yeah i’m good friend just don’t want anyone hitting on my lady etc etc

A/N: ughughguh, yessss

Johnny gets protective over Marissa

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x OC (Marissa in the Sunshine universe) *not proofread

—Like just imagine, now when the reader, or Sunshine as the 141 calls her thanks to Ghost, and Price is a couple and gets invited to those pub nights when they come back from deployment or simply a spontaneous visit to the pub, Soap only bats his eyes more at Marissa, 'cause ya know, Riss, the old man got his girl, shouldn't it be my time now?' and Marissa just gives him a look and a 'Dream on, Johnny-boy.

—You try to urge your friend to not brush him off all the time because clearly, she hasn't shut him down definitely

"And don't argue with me, you ain't cuddling into his side if you ain't the slightest interested", you point at her while at yours for a girls night. Marissa would only shrug, "You know he's touchy". It feels like your eyes can't roll further back into your head as you debate whether it would be worth dunking your dearest friend in enough rosé wine until she just admits something. "You know he's into you, and whatever you say, you can't convince me you aren't into him, so why continue circling each other like fucking cats?" "Not every one that bags a Captain the first night they meet 'em", she would reply with a tilt of her wingless. You would duck your head with a shake, only to look up at her with a small smirk. "No, you could've gotten your Sergeant sooner though"

—But it always comes to the surface the moment you're in the same space as Johnny and Marissa,

—There always glances, some when they lock gazes and the Scot flashes a grin and your friend huffs and rolls her eyes, continuing on with her job or simply arguing with him

—At other times there would be what you labelled longing glances enough for a Disney movie when the others' attention was turned elsewhere

—Tonight, however, those glances are predominantly coming fro Johnny, but for once, not settled entirely upon Marissa...

You're sitting by a table, John's arm around your back, resting on the backrest. Despite the rest of the guys' conversation, your attention however was on Johnny's eyes constantly flickering away from the table. His arms are crossed over his chest, jaws chewing nothing as his brows are set deeply. His cyan eyes are steely. He's nothing like his bubbly self, no grins and jokes, at least not for the past half an hour. Glancing the same way as his attention currently are directed, you sigh. It's a busy night at the bar, some football game which always brings a crowd. Some for the game, others for the spirit. This means Marissa is in full swing of managing the bar along with some of her co-workers. But you know your friend's hurried pace isn't the cause of concern nor the mood of the Scot, it's the man Marissa is talking to at the bar. He's young, not much older than herself. Not bad on the eye with his tall build, black hair braided into cornrows and clean style, but still boyish in his character. He's been sitting there for a while. Even when you'd walked up to her a while ago, fetching a scotch for John and a fizzy drink for yourself, concerning you'd taken the responsibility to drive tonight, urging John to have a carefree night that wasn't all too carefree when it comes to the Brit. You don't want to disturb Marissa for long after you'd ordered your drinks, but the perk of being her friend is that she spared a short conversation anyways. The guy had been interested in your sudden presence and closeness to her, introducing himself as Tyrell in passing. He was polite, not butting into your conversation. However, when you'd say goodbye to Marissa, promising to buy her a drink and something to eat after her shift, you caught how he asked about you, or more so taking advantage of your presence to get to know more about Marissa and other close friends. You'd thrown a look over your shoulder upon hearing it, Marissa and you seemingly sharing a telepathic link as she looked back at you within a moment's notice. Amusement shone in her eyes, but the prominent thing you shared in the silent exchange was the recognition of someone trying to chat you up from the other side of the bar. That's exactly why she'd brushed him off with a too-general answer to his question. One that he apparently didn't register was because of disinterest compared to customers almost non-stop competing for her attention to order a drink You knew she could handle this, she's done it before and so far tonight. So your worry wasn't on your friend. And though you knew Johnny also knew that, it was impossible not to notice how he'd been unable to relax since he fleetingly had caught them interacting once.

"Johnny", you leaned forward slightly, out of John's embrace. Your move didn't disturb the conversation the others entertained about the game, even though you noticed John threw you a glance. The gentle call of his name made the Scot's eyes flicker to get yours. "She'll be fine, he isn't getting peppered, just annoying", you'd kept an eye on the situation, much like Johnny. The guy hadn't had much to drink despite waving down Marissa a few times, those times more in an attempt to engage her in a conversation than anything else. "That's enough", he scoffed, his eye unable not to Strat towards the bar again before licking back. "What doesn't the lad understand? "Million-pound question, that is". Rather than chuckling, Johnny huffed, his chest puffing as he shuffled in his seat. You tried not to smile, jealousy making a grumpy side emerge from the Scot. "How'dya deal with it, why not ask him to sodd off?" "He's a customer, and though they aren't always right, they pay".

"Can't argue with logic, Soap", John butt's into the conversation, making Scot's eyes flicker to the man at your side. You feel a hand sneaking forth to make you lean backwards in the chair and as close as your separated chairs allowed. "Don't think ya would've liked some lad chatting' up yer lass, Price?" Johnny returned sourly, making John hold his laugh, only letting a quirk in his lip escape. "No, but logic is still hard arguin' against", he said, honesty and calmness lacing his voice. "And she ain't yours, Johnny", Ghost entered the conversation as his attention fell from the game he'd followed closely. His dark eyes found the Scot seated beside him. "That's Sunshine's job", Johnny pointed at you and you raised your hands. "Trying my best, but she's as stubborn as this one is at times", you jutted a thumb towards John, who turned to you with a playfully narrowed brow and pinch to your waist. You jerked in your seat and sent him a half-attempt at a glare. "Can't blame the wingman", Ghost stated with a cock of his head. "Gotta be able to chat her up yourself". That made Johnny's eyes flicker towards the bar and whatever he sees makes his head cock so swiftly you think he'd attempted to crack it. "That's enough", he announces, standing up hastily, his chair screeches but at the raucous cheers at a scored goal, one making even John jolt in his seat and stem into the celebration, the sound drowns. "Sit down, Johnny", Ghost orders, words clipped as his team conceded and not desiring the Scot to stomp headfirst into something. "Not this time, L.T.", Johnny return, his eyes never tearing from the sigh at the bar. Only making the hulking man sink into his seat with a shake of his head, attention falling back to the game he follows with less intrigue with John's jab upon the scores. "Testosterone", you can't but chuckle to yourself, letting the others continue watching the game as you follow the Scot as he advances towards the bar.

Soap's attention is entirely set upon the man's as he steps up to the bar, even though he notices Marissa's eyes falling on him upon his presence. Satisfaction bleeds into his chest, a pride that he so easily gets her attention compared to this man's attempts. "Jog on, lad". The guy shift his light brown eyes to him, head tilting upwards from his seated position. Tension rolls through Soap's body, it curls like nails through the muscles bunching in his back and neck. He knows he's fallen into his role of Sergeant, arms crossed, eyes standoffish, jaw set and sentence clipped. But he doesn't care, not when notices the bob of the man's throat despite the attempted composed cock of his brows. Intimidated? Good. "Why? I think the bar's open for everyone and I'm enjoying my drink and the company", his gaze flickered towards forwards, over the bar "Enjoy it elsewhere and with someone that ain't spoken for". It doesn't take more than a second for the man to recognise what he said and the edge in his voice. His brows shoot up, eyes jumping to Marissa and then back to Soap. "Sorry mate", he doesn't offer any niceties as 'enjoy the game' as he slips from his seat. His back isn't straight, but even if it was he wouldn't have been taller than Soap. For the better even, the man leaves his half-finished drink at the counter, heading straight for the exit. Knew it from the start, ain't here for the game. Soap scoffs as he watches the man retreat from the bar altogether, knowing his night here wouldn't go anywhere.

"Spoken for, huh?" Upon Marissa's voice, Soap turns and faces her. One of her brows is cocked and despite her tone, the irritation having nested in his body slowly ebbs. "Aye, don't want anyone hitting on my lady", he mused, a smile that's been hard to muster coming easily as he leans against the bar as Marissa's brows shoot upwards in surprise. "Especially not one that doesn't buy any drinks for himself or ya". "And you saying you do?" Marissa cocks her hip, hand landing on her waist. "Would if ya let me". She's quick to shake her head, but Soap catches the smile that twitches the edges of his lips. "Ya owe me one after tonight", he hums, earning Marissa's attention as her face lifts, brown eyes locking with his. "For what? Scaring away a customer? I own this place, can call security and fix it myself", she challenges him, only making him break into a grin rather than shy away. "Know ya can", he winks at her, tapping his hands against the counter. "But because ya've spoken with me and not escaped to yer other customers like ya did with him". She'd opened her mouth, about to rebut when she snapped her lips close, pressing them together, eyes snapping down the bar. Indeed, people were waiting to order. Marissa didn't say anything as she made her way down the bar, but the look she sent Johnny still made his step light when he returned to the others by the table.

[maddiedott]

The Mourning Dove Masterlist

Former viscountess turned bard struggles to traverse the lands of Faerün. From the shadows of her past and the mysterious affliction put upon her, how will she fair with her merry band of misfits and her own quest for answers to her previous life?

Warnings: BG3 spoilers, differing timelines, chaotic bard and her cleric bestie, are fluff, first loves, angst, abandonment issues, talks of religion, unhappy home, sexual content (eventually), slow burn, first person pov, past trauma, bg3 cannon violence, weird format- thx google docs, (lmk if I missed any <3)

A/n: this story is following my BG3 oc, Dovie, and will be told through me and my friend’s (@heyitsemamarie) multiplayer campaign so it will include both her oc and her lore as well. Every odd chapter will be past and even chapters will be present until the past matches the present. There is no set schedule but I will try my best to update often 💛

[Chapter One]

[Chapter Two]

[Chapter Three]

[Chapter Four]

[Chapter Five]

[direwombat]

💭 Hmm... Sybille for Dove? :3

ahhh thank you! here's some syb after she surrenders to the cult! hope i managed to do your girl justice!

Sybille knew of Dove, but she never had the opportunity to properly meet her. At most she’s seen her in passing, during firefights, the top of her ombre hair ducking under cover while she provides covering fire for retreating Peggies. She’s brave, Sybille will give her that, and anyone who willingly puts up with John Seed must have the patience of a saint, but all interactions she’s had with her, brief as they were, have exclusively been from across the battlefield. 

Never on the same side. 

She supposes that’ll change considering they’re family now; now that she’s pledged herself to Jacob -- and, by extension, Joseph and the rest of the Project. 

Dove had been present at the ceremony where Joseph officially welcomed her into the cult. Sybille had hated being the center of so much attention, but every time her gaze met Dove’s, the woman was always quick to offer her a sympathetic and encouraging smile. 

The afterparty -- if you could really call it that -- is a family dinner hosted at John’s ranch. No other Project members. Just her, the Seeds, and Dove. 

Jacob pulls his truck behind all the other vehicles parked outside the ranch and she gives him a pleading look. “This really necessary?” she asks. “Can’t we just go home?”

“You don’t get to be part of the family and skip out on the actual family bullshit,” Jacob says, but his expression is soft. She’s had a damn long day, and he knows she’s getting tired. “We only have to stay through dinner, okay? Can you do that for me?” Sybille huffs a frustrated sigh and he clicks his tongue. “Come on, you’ve endured worse.”

“I’d rather the trials,” she grumbles, slumping in her seat and crossing her arms. 

Jacob shakes his head. He pulls his keys from the ignition and, draping his left arm over the wheel and angling his body towards her. “Sybille, look at me,” he says -- orders -- firmly. She knows she’s acting like a child, but fuck, she really doesn’t want to be here. Stubbornly, she keeps her eyes straight ahead, but Jacob reaches towards her, index finger curling under her chin to guide her look at him. “Just through dinner. Once that’s over we can leave. Okay?”

Sybille sighs. “Fine,” she says reluctantly.

“That’s my girl,” Jacob smiles, and he pulls her in to press his lips against hers before they’re both exiting the cab of the truck.

Dove is there opening the front door before they even reach the porch steps and she eagerly welcomes them inside. Joseph and Faith are already inside, and as she and Jacob enter, John pours them both glasses of bourbon. All the house staff had been sent home, leaving the entire ranch to just the six of them. 

It doesn’t take long for them to segregate based on gender. The brothers settle in the living room, talking by the fireplace while the ladies chat idly in the kitchen. Eventually, Faith is called over to join the Father and her fellow Heralds, leaving Sybille and Dove alone. She watches as Faith flounces over to her family, and she can’t help but smile at the sight of Jacob genuinely enjoying himself -- and she feels guilty for wanting to deprive him of this. He seems softer in the glow of the fire; he smiles easier, laughs quicker. The tension in his shoulders is almost entirely gone. He’s relaxed. At ease. 

“They don’t do this often, do they?” she asks. 

Dove hums and sips her cocktail. “They don’t,” she confirms.

“When was the last time they did?” 

Dove uses her straw to idly stir her drink. “When John brought me in. It wasn’t for very long -- not like tonight. The Reaping was still going on and everyone was busy trying…well…” The look she gives Sybille is adorably sheepish. 

She huffs a quiet laugh. “Tryin’ to catch me. Yeah, I know.”

“But it’s nice, isn’t it?” Dove continues. She peers through the doorway to where the Seeds are gathered in the living room. Laughter rings out, Jacob’s in particular booming out raucously from his chest like thunder. “It’s nice seeing them act like family.”

Sybille hums in agreement, and a pleasant warmth kindles in her chest -- a warmth she can’t attribute to the bourbon. “S’pose we’re family too, then,” she says. 

Dove blinks at her and smiles gently. “Guess we are. Gotta say, I am glad you’re on our side now.”

But before Sybille can continue the conversation, the oven beeps and Dove hops off her chair to check on the roast. Then, she looks at Sybille and nods towards the doorway. “Go tell everyone dinner’s ready!”

Sybille slides out of her chair and wanders into the living room to relay the news. 

Sybille never had a sister before. 

Something tells her that Dove is going to be a good one. 

At the very least, she’s sure she’ll help make this family dinner significantly more bearable. Hell, she might even enjoy herself.

[goobspurgatory]

lfynnn blusihe. He’s cool like that

[jackitk]

Day 23 Friends OCs

As I mentioned before week 20-26 of #bweirdoctober is more dedicated to interacting and collaberating with others than sharing your own work. So I've taken a break from art prompts overall and focused on resharing the posts of others.

But I wanted to take the week to do at least one drawing for the theme, so I decided to make a drawing of a friend's OC I like. Specially @doviroth 's

She goes by the name Clara and I don't get to see her often, nor do I know too much about her. But when she does get new fan art, I do I think it's neat. I may also be bias because I've been friends with him for awhile now.

That being said Dovi is a great artist so you should really check him out. Though he's more active on platforms like BlueSky or X so you might have better luck seeing some of said art on those platforms.

[azalea-bee]

9 + 12 for all ur ocs (or any combo of them!)

yippee hi again!! :D also i’m putting their pronouns in here too bc i find it helpful when there’s a lot of ocs to keep track of sjdhdj

9. do they identify with any specific labels (regressor, flip, pet regressor, etc.)?

emrys (he/him)- he is winnie’s caregiver! even though his lion shift is very similar to regression, i don’t think he would think of it in that way so he wouldn’t call himself a flip :]

cassia (he/she)- she’s a babysitter cg type, although i don’t think he’d think about it that seriously. he’s just quick to comfort and help out if someone else is small!

dove (she/her)- no labels, i think? i could see her regressing sometimes but not often enough that she realizes it’s a thing

winnie (she/they)- they’re definitely a regressor, and pretty open about it! i think she’d be happy to help take care of anyone else who regressed too, but not in a cg or flip sort of way

micah (they/them)- your question earlier made me think about this a little more, and i think i like the idea of them being a pet regressor! maybe not a label that they’d purposefully use or tell people about, but it still fits :]

12. do they have any specific nicknames for when they regress? how about nicknames they've given to their caregiver(s) or friends?

emrys- his cg nickname is “em” which turns into a silly vocal stim when winnie is regressed hehe. and he can’t speak when he’s in lion mode, so he doesn’t have any nicknames that he calls others during his shifts! i think the others would call him “cub” occasionally during especially young or emotional lion shifts tho :]

cassia- not really? but i think winnie calls him “sheepy” and variations of that sometimes when she’s small, bc of his curly white hair <3

dove- she likes nicknames in general, so even though she doesn’t usually regress i think she’d call people all sorts of nicknames and she’d like being called some too! i think her favorite would be dovie (dovey? i can’t decide how to spell that hdkdj). and she calls winnie “bug” when winnie is small!

winnie- she likes all sorts of nicknames, as long as they’re nice and meant fondly :] when they’re small i think they love being called emrys’ cub, or baby or bug, or even a silly longer name like “winnifred” (not their real name haha). and if emrys is in lion mode while she’s small, he gets called kitty haha :D

micah- i think micah would not usually like being called nicknames much, they’d prefer their name. and i also picture them losing speech entirely when they regress, so i don’t think they would call anyone else nicknames either! it would be funny though if they accidentally started using a cute nickname for one of the others in their head while small, and then accidentally used the name out loud while not regressed….hmmm

[the-blanket-princess]

UMM I SEE PEOPLE POSTING THEIR TADC OCS SO…. *VOMITS THEM UP ON THE FLOOR* does anyone have a mop

her name is dovis!! she’s a teen, age not confirmed yet but I’m thinking around 15-16 or somethin? her digital form is a constant reminder of the trauma she went through as a human and she forgot everything but the only thing that she would ever want to forget about so! 🥰🤩

also ignore the doodle that’s one of my other oc’s 💀💀

kit….. he uses all pronouns but she’s just some stupid cat that I used to draw all over my school papers and one day I was like “ykw. I should make it a TADC oc.” I like them a lot and here’s some stuff of them I 3D-ified

dovis and kit have a bit of a parental figure and daughter/older sibling and little sibling dynamic… dovis finds a lot of comfort in it bc dovis never had a very good childhood although she can’t exactly remember everything, just her appearance itself reminds her that she went through a lot of fear and pain as a child, but kit and her are best friends and in a way he kinda gives them like. a figure to look up to, to comfort and protect her and to tell her it’s gonna be okay and I just think they’re sweet honeslty

is kit a self-ship insert w kinger ? Yeah and what are you gonna do about it? Fight me

[chewbokachoi]

Heads Will Roll

Dovi examined herself in the mirror. She knew her host was irritated by her childish preening, but she didn't care. This particular task was one that required time, attention to detail, and unabashed enjoyment. 

And, she felt, it was only polite to look good. If she was the last thing her quarry saw, she thought it quite rude they see something ugly, or worse, boring before dying.

She giggled and pulled her lips back, applying the lipstick. She had settled for colorful, but not garishly so. The lipstick was just the right shade of red. Her eyeshadow was the ideal blue, and the eyeliner a matte black.

But she'd settle for some silver touches. Sparkly stickers seemed to be the "in" thing in this world. And, with another giggle, fitting for her target. It was a good match for the silver blade she had prepared for this specific task.

Stepping back, Dovi admired herself for another minute before turning to start the hunt.

Written to "Heads Will Roll" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

[yourstrulyyyyy]

“Thought you could get rid of me?”

Stage Name: Juno (주노)

Birth Name: Juno Alora Montoya (주노 알로라 몬토야)

Korean Name : Moon Juno (문 주노)

Position: Leader, All rounder

Birthday: 2.15.01

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Zodiac: Metal Snake

Height: 167.8 cm (5’6”)

Weight: 46.4kg (102 lbs)

Blood Type: O-

MBTI Type: INFJ-T

Representative Emoticon(s): 🌑✨🪐🍷🤺

Nationality: Italian - Canadian - Korean (Multiple citizenship)

Spotify Playlist: Juno’s Playlist

Juno Facts:

- Juno was born in Milan, Italy and grew up in Toronto, Canada before she moved to Seoul to pursue her Career.

- Her family includes her mothers and two older brothers.

- Juno enjoys gaming, reading, cooking, and horseback riding.

- She can play bass and the electric guitar.

- Juno’s nicknames and Junie and Dovie.

- Juno is multilingual. She is fluent in Italian, English, Korean, Spanish, French, Japanese, and Mandarin.

- Her favorite dishes are her mom’s homemade spaghetti, steak, and spicy enoki mushrooms.

- Juno’s favorite colors are white, black, yellow, and brown.

- As a child she had a big crush on Shang from Mulan and Naveen from The Princess and The Frog.

- She absolutely loves the movie “Avatar” and has watched it several times.

- Her favorite character from the Marvel franchise is Loki and she was very sad for two whole days when he died.

- Juno has a two cats named Orion and Selene, and she has two dogs named Jenna and Delgado.

- Her members say that although she’s introverted like the mom or fun aunt of when she gets used to others.

- Yeeun chose Juno’s korean name.

- She is very close with NCT’s Mark, P1harmony’s Keeho, and Jeon Somi. They have a group chat called “The Quartet🥂”.

- Fans say she looks very similar to actresses Scarlett Ruth (oc) and Yara Shahidi. Most say that they would’ve thought they were siblings if they haddock known who they were.

- Her favorite actresses/actors are Zoe Saldaña, Keeanu Reeves, Angela Basset, and Shin Hye-sun. Her favorite music artists are CL, CLC, NCT, Chase Atlantic, SZA, Kendrick Lamar, and Michael Jackson. She has also mentioned that she really likes Lindsey Sterling’s music.

- She said that her role model will always be her mother.

- In one of the group’s lives that they did for pride month she specifically painted the colors of the Bisexual flag and Demiromantic flags on her cheeks. She said it was her way of telling everyone about her sexuality.

- She is very close with her family and calls them whenever she can.

- Her shoe size is a 6.5.

- In the dorm she shares a room with Yvette.

- She is a model for Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent. And she would like to mc for her own show.

- Juno’s Ideal type: “Someone who’s taller than me and looks good with glasses. Someone who’s accepting of me and who I am as a person and supports me as I do them, and is willing to try new things. Someone mature but also isn’t afraid to be playful.”

(This took 5 days😭)

[deputyash]

Dove Ash (FC5) | Phoebe Ash-Seed (FCND) | Vivian Wells (FCND)

Valerie “V” (CP2077) | Vireo “V” (CP2077)

Evie Rivera (RDR2) | Monroe (RDR2)

I was tagged by @strafethesesinners and @derelictheretic to do this picrew!

I might do some more later, but I did my main lovelies first! <3

Tagging: @harmonyowl @teamhawkeye @peachyaliien @ri-a-rose @fuckin-nancy @glowwormsmith @redreart @radiojamming @direwombat @statichvm and @shellibisshe

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

all i need from marissa and soap is them being caught in the back of the pub making out by the reader orrrrr soap finally asking marissa out on a date orrr both! both would be amazing

Catching Marissa and Johnny during a pub night

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x OC (Marissa in the sunshine universe)

A/N: after your last ask anon I can just see this happening like six months after the incident at the bar, yes these two are draggiiiiiing it out🫠

—Like in the past six months the 141 have been away on two tours, the first a one-month period and the second a four-month period, and the night you would find it out on would be during one of those pub visits when they just returned after the latest deployment

—It's barely more people inside the bar than your group, the others regulars who both you and Marissa knew well enough that she could drop her professionalism and hang around your table more than behind the bar

—Still, she wouldn't sit down bc she waited for an order that had been rescheduled to this evening rather than the morning

—So while she's leaning against the back of your chair, her phone would chime with the notice of the delivery being outside,

—Just as you're just about to ask if she wants any help, knowing how heavy those boxes can be, Johnny is already on his feet with a 'rest easy lass, keep the old man company, I'll help Riss'

—You hadn't thought much about it especially not when your friend had rolled her eyes with a mumbled 'I'm not helpless, you know', but not arguing any further as she knew the debate was useless, the Scot would've trailed after her either way

—You really hadn't thought anything about it until one of the regulars head to the bar a few dozen minutes later, without either Johnny or Marissa having returned

— Oh well, you stand up and head to the bar, taking the middle-aged man's order only to realise the Gordon's gin he asked for, together with his mates' beers order, is out of stock once he's walked back to his table

—Remembering that Marissa had made a full restock order, and concerning the gin was a staple, you'd headed to the back

—Just as you're about to call her name and ask if she'd unpacked a bottle of Gordon's, the sentence dies on your tongue upon what met you

—The boxes the pair had gone to fetch were scattered around on the open spaces in the back, but rather than unpacking the last ones behind Marissa's back, the two were busy with something else, more precisely Johnny's hand gripping the side of her face as he kissed her, your friends hand resting upon the Scot's chest

—Upon the door sliding close behind you, Marissa hastily broke off the kiss and leant away with her hands planting at the metal counter at her back, eyes jumping to lock with yours

—Johnny let his hand drop almost languidly from your friend's face to let one rest beside her, the other hanging at his side, as he partly angled his body towards you

"Hiya, lass", Johnny grinned at you the second he turned around. That set off your own grin. "Just wanted to tell you while you were busy, I'm tending to some of your customers". Your gaze travels to meet Marissa's before finding the bottle you'd gone searching for further to your right. "And I just so happened to need this, but no rush, I've go it", you wink at her as you grab the bottle. Though Johnny let out a chuckle, it felt like you would've needed to duck if your friend would've had anything non-lethal close enough to throw. Instead, Marissa's eyes burn into you, her mouth dropping open, but before she's able to say anything you slipped out the door again. When you return to the main room and slink behind the bar, lip harshly bitten in excitement, setting down the bottle you're fetched you feel someone's attention on you. Your eyes flickered up, instantly meeting John's gaze who'd strayed from Kyle and Ghost. His head was cocked at your giddy expression, silently asking what was going on. You didn't manage to give him any reason for your behaviour before the back door opened, Marissa walking out with Johnny in tow. "You don't say a thing", your friend hissed lowly the second she join you behind the bar. The Scot in question returned to the table. If you hadn't walked in on what you just did, they would've played it off well. When you glance at Marissa, you note there isn't as much poison in her eyes as she would've wanted, nor that her voice suggested. "I'm not saying anything". You hummed in return, not able to contain your grin. You poured the requested drinks from earlier all the while feeling the heavy gaze of your friend on your side profile. And then you heard her sigh. Your eyes flickered towards Marissa, catching how she rubbed her face, noticing her fingers lingered over her lips before falling to her side. "Alright, out with it". She said, finding that your body only kept vibrating and that you definitely wouldn't drop the matter.

—Your squeal would be hushed enough for only her to catch as you spun to face Marissa, unable to not beam at your friend, your reaction finally breaking through her stoic front, making her smile bashfully and dip her head.

—It would follow with a whole 'So, umm, hello, when were you gonna tell me?', 'There wasn’t anything to tell', 'No and that’s way I walked in on you kissing'.

—And in the end, she would relent, retelling the times when Johnny had visited on his own when the rest of the team didn't have the time or energy, simply keeping her company

—She would try to brush off the fact that he called her a few hours earlier, asking if she could keep the place open a bit longer as they were running late with reports and fancied a drink afterwards, to which she said alright because she waited for a delivery anyway

You cocked a brow at her. "And how did he get your number?" "Oh hush", she waved her hand in feigned ignorance. "He just pushed his phone in my hand, saying something along the lines of 'wanna now you get home safe' after he waited for me to lock up one time". "Oh right, and you just gave it to him after how long?" You say with a roll of your eyes. "Don't deny you have grown more than soft on him Marissa", you point a finger at her, which she swats away, making you grin.

—You both know it's true, especially when she continues to explain how it got from A to B

—It went from 'he kept me company during my shifts' to 'he waited until I close up and asked me to text him when I got home' and finally 'dunno, when he was away that deployment back in February, it felt kind empty not having him come and bother me'

—Marissa would tell you that they didn't necessarily text more than those time, neither did they call each other, not until he returned in march did she suddenly get a call from him, it had been short, just a brief 'we'll back now Riss, probably be comin' around later'

—Noticing the reminiscing expression, you would smile at her because she looked soft upon thinking back on that time.

—She would then go on and tell you about the night something actually felt like it changed

"Not fuckin' now Johnny", Marissa directed the sharp comment towards the Scot who had not even opened his mouth as he sat down at his usual place at the bar counter. He immediately raised his hands in mocking surrender. "Well, 'ello to ya too, Riss", he replied, hand lowering as he leaned on the tabletop. All he got back was a heated glare. Soap brows raise, sure, he wasn't welcomed with open arms and kisses, but the dark-haired woman behind the bar didn't usually act like this either. "Not gonna ask me if I want anythin'?" He tried again, but rather than getting a smart reply, she snags a glass and pours his usual drink of choice when driving. Setting it in for of him with enough force some of the liquid sloshed over the edge. With wide eyes, Soap follows her as she walks down to greet the next customer, she wasn't as expressive, sweeping something over her face to hide the previous sour expression. But it didn't matter for the Scot, he still noticed how bunched her shoulder was, how forced every action seemed. Soap sat quietly the rest of the night, not engaging in the usual small quipped conversations with Marissa. Solely watching her. When he was the sole one left and she trudged past him, muttering something beneath her breath, Soap snags her arm, free from the glasses she clutched in her opposite one. Marissa turns to him with furrowed brows, jaws clenched. She tried shrugging out of his grip. When he didn't relent, she spoke curtly. "I got things to do". Soap cocked his head, easing his grip somewhat, but not enough to let the brown-eyed woman scurry off. "Sit down, Riss", Soap nods to the chair beside him. He almost thought he would get a bitten curse as a reply, but something in her stature shifted. "Johnny". It was much softer than any other reaction from Marissa during the evening, sounding more like a plea, but still an attempt at escaping to the back of the bar, away for him. "Sit down". Soap remained firm, bringing out the same authority in his tone he usually used on new recruits. However, in comparison, he didn't bark the command, it was gentler, urging Marissa to give him the glasses he'd reached forth and gripped. And she finally relents when he kept his gaze locked with hers. When Marisa sit down, her whole body slumped forwards, head resting on her arms crossed upon the counter she'd run up and down behind for the past two hours. "Why the added attitude?" The Scot asks, eyeing Marissa who sat a bit straighter as she faces him. She looked tired, he realised, her body still wired with tension "Been a shit fuckin' day". Her reply made Soap nod understandingly, pushing off from his seat. "Where you goin'?" Marissa turns her head from left to right to follow the man walking away from her. "Takin' over ya job for ya", Soap returns, feeling the eyes upon him as he rounds the bar. Not stopping until he stands opposite Marissa at the other side. "Johnny-", she sighs but gets curly interrupted before getting any further. "Ah, if ya ain't tellin' me what drink ya want, then close yer mouth". She furrows her brows. "I'm driving". "Well not tonight, I'll be drivin' ya home and no arguments", the Scot waves away whatever Marissa was about to return with. "Now tell me what ya wanna drink as ya talk 'bout you shit as feck day"

—She would explain how that night made them start texting each other, as the morning after she texted him a 'thanks for yesterday'

— AND THEN, after a week or two of texting, Johnny would drop the news they got an upcoming deployment and ask if she wanted any more therapy sessions before he left, as he would be hard getting a hold of him for some time

'Same place as last time?' Marissa stared at the message, smiling at how the Scot's cheeky tone was apparent even through text. 'Alright, but it sounds like you're taking advantage of me owning a bar'. 'Ya know it, Riss ;)' She couldn't help but shake her head. Soap would already be waiting in front of the bar, seeing Marissa walk down the road, throwing a look right and left before crossing with a slightly quicker step. He would greet her with a bare hug, neither of them sharing all too many but this time it felt right and the Scot would grin widely when spotting the smile on her face as they parted and she led him to the staff back entrance. They shrug off their jackets as they head into the main area, outerwear getting placed over the seats by the bar as they stand behind the bar together, mixing drinks, Marissa laughing when Soap tries to imitate her mixing a drink. Almost dousing himself in sugary syrup in the process. In the end, the pair sit down at the barstools with their favoured drink, simply talking about whatever. As it finally neared the smaller hours, the night ends with smiles and small sighs of 'it's getting late'. Soap would gesture for Marissa to take the lead as they exited, waiting for her as she locked up the place again before they head to the front. Concerning neither of them having taken the car, Soap insists on walking her home concerning it being one o'clock. The Scot would see her hesitate even if her eyes would flicker down the sparsely lit up street. In the end, she accepts once he told her with a smile that he made a deal with Ghost that he would come and pick him up. They walk alongside one another down the streets as Marissa leads them to her flat. And when she announces 'well, this is my place' in front of a complex with a brick facade, they remain there, talking for a bit. Soap leaning against the wall beside the entrance, Marissa standing beside him, head resting against the cool stone. "Ya know, an awful less therapy this time", Soap points out with a grin. How the conversation trailed here, Marissa doesn't know. "Could almost call it a date". Yes, she feels it too. Even so, she holds off on admitting the fact. "Maybe", she shrugged. "Only that it's me who pays for a drink rather than you". "Can take ya on a proper one", he leans slightly closer. "Would that earn me a kiss, Riss?" Marissa fights off a smile by momentarily biting the tip of her tongue. "To earn that, you better come back in the first place". "Ah, don't know what ya got yourself into, a master at returning from missions, ya know", Soap would point to himself just as a car parked curbside. She recognised Ghost behind the wheel. It was a split-second decision, but Marissa tilts her head and move towards him. It was merely a brush of her lips against his cheek, but labelling the action anything else than a kiss was inevitable. "I'm counting on that", she said, when pulling back, faced with the Scot's surprised features. She can't help the smile as she pushed against his chest. "Don't make him wait", she nods to Ghost as she heads into her apartment complex.

—You would make an aww sound when she's done explaining, smiling smugly at her as you say 'And you miss him enough to jump the whole date'

—Marissa would only return with an 'Oh shut up' as she pushed past you to gather the drink you’d finished for the company further back in the bar

—The second you would rejoin the table, Price would look at you, leaning in to whisper 'What's that about then?' nodding towards Marissa who finishes up the order you'd taken previously by serving it to the lads

—Rather than telling Price, you keep quiet, turning towards him and with a silent gesture of your eyes jumping between Johnny and your friend, closely followed by a tilt of your head.

—It would take him a second, but you see the second it clicks as his gaze travels to his Sergeant, his hand falling to your knee and amusedly tapping against your skin.

—This mf would be so intrigued to know the details you would spill as you go home and gushed about what Marissa had told you.