#yes i want to be seen as a man. im not one but i want to be seen as one

[kashverse]

Hello!

Im really interested in Choso’s and YN relationship in you Parents AU (that’s what I’m calling it at least). Poor man could use a break from the chaos that is babykuna.

I was wondering if you could write something YN helping him relax after a day of babysitting Sukuna kids. It looks like it’s a lot for him.

what the hell happened with the babies of the gojo and sukuna household? → read here !! what the hell are the cats listening to? → read here !!

choso does not get paid enough for this. in fact, he does not get paid at all. and while he loves his niece—his little princess, his munchkin—he is still just a man. and by that, he means that he has a limit.

today’s adventures in babysitting included two crying toddlers, an overdramatic maine coon mourning the chaos of his life, a tabby cat that looked ready to commit war crimes, and sukuna popping a tylenol like it was a tic tac. he does not know why babytoru and babykuna were beefing over a slide, he just knows that he was the one left carrying a screaming, sand-covered babytoru back to her father while babykuna sniffled against her own dad’s leg, refusing to apologize. and after all of that, after an entire day of unpaid labor, choso finally drags himself home—shoes scuffed, hoodie covered in child fingerprints, mentally and emotionally drained—and nearly drops to his knees in pure joy when he sees you sitting in his living room.

you, his beautiful, ethereal girlfriend, sitting cross-legged on his couch, home after weeks of being away on jobs, looking like a dream. he barely even has the strength to speak, just lets out a breath of relief, shuffling towards you like a war veteran returning home. “long day?” you murmur, cradling an espresso cup in one hand like the wise, all-knowing woman that you are, watching him with mild amusement as he melts onto the couch beside you, face buried in your lap.

“i don’t know how i survived,” he mumbles into the fabric of your sweatpants, clinging to your thighs like a lifeline. “they were fighting. over a slide. babykuna pushed babytoru, she landed face-first in the sand, ruined her ‘loo-wiss vuhee vu-ton’ dress, and then they both started crying.” you hum in understanding, carding your fingers through his hair while taking a slow sip of your espresso. “ah, yes. the pride of youth.”

he groans. “it wasn’t pride. it was war.”

“you are but a man,” you agree sagely.

“i am but a man.” he sighs, body going limp. “but at least i have you.”

choso nuzzles deeper into your lap as if hoping you’ll absorb all the pain from today. you, his beautiful, always-on-the-go girlfriend, who has been hopping between countries for photoshoots and runway shows for weeks now, are finally home, blessing him with your presence. and oh, how he needs it.

“you look nice,” he mumbles against your thigh, voice muffled but full of reverence. “haven’t seen you in sweats in forever. usually, you’re in those fancy dresses or some… couture thing.” you smirk, taking a slow sip of your espresso. “i do wear normal clothes, you know.”

“do you?” he deadpans, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze. “last time you were here, you had a suitcase full of silk and cashmere.”

“a woman has needs.” you shrug.

“my need is you.” he grumbles, arms tightening around your waist. “in sweats. forever.”

you chuckle, setting your cup down to comb through his hair. “well, lucky you. i’m not leaving for another week.” his grip immediately tightens. “a week?”

“a whole week.”

he groans, melting against you like butter on toast. “best news i’ve heard all day.”

“better than the cats liking ‘creep’ by radiohead?”

“by far.”

you pat his head, the ultimate seal of approval. “now, do you want to keep complaining, or do you want me to kiss you until you forget the traumatic events of today?”

he doesn’t even hesitate. “kiss. immediately.”

[whatifitis]

♡ Pack It Up - CL 16 ♡

Summary: You're so irrevocably in love with Charles Leclerc and enjoying life when all of a sudden, you hear this agitating noise (your ex who is an actor and probably mentally deranged or SOMETHING).

Author's Note: Hi my lovlies! This is my first attempt at an SMAU so PLEASE BE NICE 😭 this is based off this request! also this can be seen as a pt. 2 to good luck charlie, but can also be read as a stand alone 😋 also the part 2 link is here and at the bottom cause fuck ass tumblr can suck my dick

CW: SMAU, uhhhh, fluff? angst? girl idk 😭use of the word hoe/whore in portuguese

y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n in your eyes, i get lost, i get washed away

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charlesleclerc mon amoureuse, the most beautiful person in the world and the one i get to belong to ❤️

User67 ohhh our girl is so in love 🤭

User32 does this mean the next album will solely be a love album? 👀

jade_distinguinn ✨🌘

alex_albon i just know the next album is gonna eat!

↳ lilymhe who tf taught you that?!

↳ alex_albon you?!

↳ lilymhe mhm 🤨 im watching you, Alexander Albon Ansusinha

↳ User22 yall… its been 3 hrs since albon was last seen, do you think lily got him? 

↳ lilymhe 🤫

↳ User22 😨

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charles_leclerc 

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charles_leclerc i wanna teach you how forever feels, ma déesse

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y/n_l/n je t’aime tellement, mon amour. I can’t believe that this incredible man is all mine 🥰

User89 wait he’s using her song lyrics about him 😭😭😭😭

User56 yall ever think about how on y/n’s posts, the first pic is of charles but charles never puts her in the first pic?

↳ User44 it’s not that serious dude

↳ User79 hmmm i never thought of that, it is a bit weird, like he doesn’t want people to see her that much?

↳ User10 yall are crazy, this post has 4 pictures and 3 of them have y/n in it

↳ User05 tom never hid her tho 🙃 just saying

User23 ugh they’re literally couple GOALS 😍

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tomblyth

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tomblythe some photos from christmas break, ready to come back to work happy and healthy 👍

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User51 ugh, could he be any hotter 😫

User33 ehm, who dat?

User00 cringing at the 2nd pic

↳ User99 okay and? U didn’t have to voice it

↳ User12 but yet i did 

User0 is that rachel?

↳ User9 NO IT’S Y/N

↳ User34 yall need to let that go, they broke up so long ago

↳ User9 no im being so fr, y/n posted that exact picture when they were together

↳ User56 omg?! You might be right, i recognize that pic

↳ User12 YALL ITS LEGIT  HER, ITS MY PFP AND I GRABBED IT WHEN IT WAS FIRST POSTED WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER OMFG

↳ User66 wait, so what does this mean? I thought y/n was dating that one french guy

↳ User45 that guy is not french, hes monegasque ☝️ and yes they are dating

↳ User3 maybe they broke up? 

↳ User72 no way, they just posted pics of each other, my money is tom is playing dirty to get her back

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y/n_l/n posted a story

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tomblyth posted a story

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User99 oh sir…

User34 it was clearly an accident, you don’t have to apologize

User76 so are u guys not getting back together? 😔

User89 but why did u have it? It’s been years

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User32 OMG ARE YOU AND Y/N BACK TOGETHER?! PLS STOP WITH THE GAMES AND TELL US

User45 bruh this is so fucking weird, using your ex’s song to soft launch your new girl?

User96 ooooh this tea is piping HOT

User62 Oh hell no 😭

User05 so you’re not single anymore? 🥺

francisca.cgomes VAI P’A PUTA QUE TU PARIU

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f1gossippofficial

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F1gossippofficial seems like y/n l/n’s ex, Tom Blythe, wants her back? Tom has not only posted an old picture of y/n but has also used her song, which she wrote about him, to soft launch a new girl… or should i say someone he’s knows ‘all too well’

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User96 I can’t be the only one who thinks this is crazy, right? 

↳ User55 Def not, idk what’s going on but holy fuck they either need to stay together or get over eachother

↳ User87 i think y/n has been over Tom for quite some time now. She seems happy with charles

↳ User34 but is she really? Tom was the one to end things so she might’ve “moved on” but is wasting time with charles

↳ User66 no way, those two are so in love and you can see it in the way they look at eachother and talk about eachother. I mean just listen the song she just put out ‘ease my mind’

↳ User29 if you’re gonna bring that up, then let's also bring up ‘we can’t be friends’ i mean it’s all about how she’s waiting for Tom “wait until you love me again”

User10 Tom needs to leave Y/n ALONE

↳ User98 AGREED

Use09 she’s probably just another bitch using charles for fame and money, she should just leave him already cause he deserves so much better

↳ User77 not to mention she’s not as pretty as his exes 🤭

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tomblyth

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tomblythe the smell of you hair reminds me of her feet

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User40 wtf is that caption

↳ User55 OH GIRL LEMME TELL YOU. so this song is called ‘be my mistake’ and it’s essentially this guy telling the girl he’s fucking with that she will never be the girl he loves. Like “you’re great but shes amazing and beautiful” type of stuff

↳ User40 nah that’s sickening 😭

User76 i lowkey feel bad for his new girl, he’s obvs using her to get y/n back

↳ User56 yall not everything is about y/n

↳ User78 but it clearly is?! All the evidence points to it being about y/n and getting her back

User66 omg couples goals 😍

User90 that girl is so lucky to have tom like UGH i wish

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f1gossippofficial

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F1gossippofficial Breaking: Charles Leclerc was recently spotted attending a brand event… without y/n? Rumor has it the two have separated 😱

Thoughts? 👀

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User49 OMG DID HE FINALLY DUMP THAT GOLD DIGGING BITCH 🤩

User12 nooo, mi parents 🙁

User56 honestly about time

↳ User44 wdym about time?

↳ User56 i feel like it’s been obvious that they’ve been unhappy together for a while. Tom is also a better match for y/n

↳ User44 uhm, they literally posted pics of eachother not long ago in a loving photo dump? Also tom was a manipulative person towards y/n and he drained the fuck out of her and made her miserable

↳ User56 instagram posts dont mean shit in the real world. And all this stuff against tom is alleged 

User32 now’s my chance 😍

User66 orrrr maybe they dont have to be together 24/7?

↳ User94 they always go to events together tho…

↳ User21 well y/n also has a job so maybe she was busy

↳ User50 idk man, doesn't look good for charles atm

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y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n working on things 👍

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User77 NOW LOOK WHAT YALL DID! YOU TOOK HER SPARKLE

oliviarodrigo omg so excited bestie 🤭

User93 omg new music? 👀

↳ User33 breakup music? ☹️

↳ User10 do NOT put that into the universe ☝️

User65 yall i dont wanna be a bummer but… charles isnt in the likes…

↳ User80 why is this a big deal?! Maybe he’s busy 

↳ User34 charles is ALWAYS the first to like her posts, he’s never missed a post or been late

↳ User78 omg did they actually breakup?! 

User89 FUCK YOU TOM BLYTH! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID

francisca.cgomes my beautiful girl, love you so much ❤️

↳ y/n_l/n love you too 🩷

↳ User42 YALL SHE ISN’T USING THE RED HEART, ITS OVER 😭😫

Part 2

[blondrafe]

A lil valentines thing for my pretties while I drive home !!

cw; nothing really just kissing and a special ending. 😌

valentines day with rafe would be the best day you’ve ever experienced, with rafe showering you in kisses and making sure you were all pampered and pretty. He treated you to breakfast in bed, having gotten up extra early just so he could start the day off right for you.

Then afterward, he took you to the mainland. He told you to go pick out the prettiest outfit you saw, and he bought the whole thousand pound outfit you chose. He then took you to get your hair and nails done, paying for each treatment like it was nothing. He wanted his girl looking stunning, after all this was the day of love right?

It had been the sweetest day so far, and it was only getting sweeter. He took you to the cats protection centre, letting you hold and look at all the cats. You were over the moon, cuddling each cat and giving them kisses and treats. He stared at you in awe from afar, knowing how big of a heart you had for kitties.

After that, it was dinner. He took you to a fancy restaurant that had your favourite meal, and treated you to everything you wanted on the menu. You two talked and talked, and rafe just looked at you so lovingly the whole time.

And after that, it was around seven thirty. Perfect time for the valentines fireworks display. So you two made your way down to the little field it was being held on. The night had been perfect, and it was only going to get better.

It had started and you and rafe were holding each other close, rafe draping his jacket over your shoulders as the night grew chillier. He placed a soft kiss to your temple and made sure you were focused on the fireworks as he reached into his back pocket.

He got down on one knee, grabbing a small little black box. He tapped your shoulder, watching as shocked and love formed into your eyes as you seen him knelt before you. “No way.” You whispered, your hand coming to cover your gaping mouth.

Rafe smiled, nodding his head. “Y/n, y/l/n. I have loved you since the moment I layed eyes on you. I knew you were the one when you stayed with me throughout my addiction, and helped me get sober. When you stayed by me, I felt seen. I felt like a real man and I felt whole.” He began, watching tears brim in your eyes.

A few people started recording, smiles on their faces. “Your the most stunning girl I’ve ever met, and im more than grateful to have you. When I made you my girlfriend, I thought I had it all. But now, I realise I need to make you my wife. Y/n, will you marry me?”

The tears fell hot down your face as you nodded, repeating the word yes like a whispered prayer. Rafe grabbed your hand, placing the most beautiful ring on your finger. He stood up, smiling as he planted a sweet and tender kiss to your lips. Everyone around was awing, enjoying the moment just as much as you two.

This was the most perfect valentines day you could ever ask for

Happy valentines my little angels, I love you all so much and give everyone a big fat smooch! Hugs n kisses to all 🤍

[2-shots2-thehead]

- I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else.. But you -

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Summary : Dating Spencer headcanons bc I luv him n wanted to write smth smosh related >-<

Pairing : Spencer Agnew (Smosh) x GN!Reader (Use of Y/n)

Warnings : suggestive joke, other than that pretty much just fluff

A/N : the spencer brainrot is real oml 🙏🙏 im so fruity

- oh my god

- it took this man SO LONG. to ask you out

- like im talking working together for YEARS

- but once he finally did, it came off as like the most casual thing ever

- even if he was psyching himself up for this for MONTHS

- “hey, y/n, maybe after we’re done filming y’wanna grab lunch? like..as a date.?”

- he only started showing his nerves once you actually said yes

- he looked visibly surprised and then just nodded shyly without another word and walked off

- ever since that little interaction, you guys were together

- constantly.

- never seen without the other.

- “where’s y/n?” “well, i just saw spencer in the games studio so probably there”

- pretty much every single social media post since when you started dating has been about you

- CATS.

- you guys have at LEAST one cat

- you cannot convince me otherwise

- but hopefully more because you can never have too many, right ?

- always just bringing you random shit to work

- we’ve all seen the smosh mouth TNTL where spencer just keeps pulling random drinks out from under the table ?

- there’s just always little treats like that at your desk where you occasionally edit

- more often than not they’re drinks he grabs from the gas station, along with a kickstart for himself, of course

- just how you two are always inseparable, it increases by about 10 billion percent at parties

- i mean, let’s be real, there’s never a day where he’s at a party and wouldn’t rather be home playing a video game with your cats

- if he doesn’t know anyone else at the party, your hand is in his the entire time and he’s talking your ear off

- speaking of which, hand holding.

- so. much. handholding.

- like he wouldn’t be big on pda, but it’s just the little things like that

- him carrying you for many a TNTL bit

- or just putting your head on his shoulder while he’s streaming (we all know what i’m talking about)

- aside from the little surprise drinks, there are more often than not little sticky note messages on your desk

- especially at times where you’re editing and he’s filming and that means you’re apart for however maybe hours

- on days like that, he’s making it everyone’s problem

- “yeah, so then we-“ “y���know, this would be fun with y/n”

- yet another person who uses horrible pickup lines as a joke

- sometimes the sticky notes are the most poetic, sweet, romantic thing you’ve ever read

- ..and sometimes it’s “are you a beaver ? because DAM”

- “are you my laptop ? because you’re really hot and i’m a little bit concerned”

- “my favorite pokémon’s beedrill because i’m gonna bee-drillin’ y-“

- you guys build lego sets together all the time

- sometimes they’re little roses

- sometimes it’s the millennium falcon

- but his personal favorite is the hedgehog picnic date ⬇️⬇️⬇️

- they are now sat atop a very high, fancy shelf in your shared apartment

- you guys watch movies n shows together all the time

- you have a specific show though that you always and only watch together

- “you didn’t watch it without me, right” “don’t worry, I turned it off when you fell asleep”

- you guys play video games together all the time

- maybe you’re not as good as him, but he’s always open to teaching

- you guys practice instruments together if you play

- if not, he just plays guitar for you

- never too loud, but you can hear it of course

- he picks special songs he thinks you’ll like and learns them

[hrts4nagi]

she's the man!

paring :: itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis :: hiori y/n is devastated after the news of the girls soccer team being cut from the sport program and unable to join the boys team. to rub more salt on the wound, she just broke off with her long-time boyfriend. devising a plan, she disguises herself as her twin brother to take his place at blue lock academy, an all-male prep school.

what she doesn’t expect is falling in love with the academy’s star player.

07.

wc:: 1k

im so late im so late im so late

you can just hear your brother's voice saying 'i told you so' at your current predicament. you shake your head at the thought, it was already 7:03 the last time you checked the time. who knows what time it was at this point?

sprinting out of your dorm building with a wig and a dream. there was no way to fit in breakfast waking up an hour past your alarm. you frown at the thought.

you were sure your shoes were on the opposite foot from the way you were stumbling up and down the stairs desperately looking for the field area. you whip out your phone to make sure your wig is intact after a full night of sleeping. 

you were starting to regret all your choices from the night beforehand. 

dazed, you find the field and see everyone bundled together in a circle.

“hiori? yo hiori?” 

“has anyone seen him?”

“i’m here! I’m here! present! right in the flesh!” you struggle to get your words out from how out of breath you were from the sprint. 

“late on the first day huh? don’t let it happen again.” 

you gulp. “yes sir! just had to take care of some manly business.” 

you spit to prove your point but the saliva fails to disconnect from your mouth, leaving a string of saliva falling out of your mouth.

you hear grimaces while others stifle their laughter at the scene. you can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you attempt to disconnect the saliva but to no avail. you resort to wiping the saliva onto your sleeve earning groans from your peers.

it definitely didn't help your embarrassment as you noticed the total supply of eye candy this early in the morning. thank god you were a guy right now.

the coach finishes up attendance and soon enough everyone rushes onto the field to start warmups.

you scan the field to spot any familiar faces. you see rin but notice he's preoccupied doing individual warm-ups. you hesitate, not wanting to approach him after disturbing his previous sleep last night. 

you keep walking and attempt to find chigiri but no luck. you look to your right and feel your heart drop to your chest. the last thing you expected to land on was the face of none other than your ex. 

crap.

you didn't think you'd run into karasu this fast. it's almost as if he was on the soccer team as your brother. you internally facepalm forgetting that one minor detail. your eyes narrow as you make eye contact with a familiar spiky-haired man. 

“hey hiori! long time no see bud!”  karasu slaps you firmly on the back before throwing a shoulder around you. 

you deadpan at him already feeling the angry bubble up inside of you.you’re not sure how to respond. last time you saw him, he was groveling in pain on the ground. 

stay calm stay calm 

you let out a shaky breath, attempting to compose your nerves.

“oh sorry, forgot about what happened with your sister. but hey, no bad blood right?”

you stare at him in silence, not bothering to respond to him. you scoff throwing his arm off your shoulder. he raises his hands in defense and slowly retracts.

karasu turns around one more time. “by the way, you haven't see y/n as of late have you? i saw that she was heading to tokyo as well, so i assume you've seen her?”

“even if i did, there's no chance im letting you see her again. forget it, karasu.” 

you walk away before he even gets the chance to respond. you would think that after dating for 3 years, your ex of all people would be able to recognize you. well i guess that's one of the perks that come with being a twin. 

oh well.

better for you to keep your disguise under the wraps. you don't need any slip ups for at time being. 

you attempt to shake off your anger from the interaction with karasu but to no avail. you swipe your water bottle from the bench and angrily chug the water down letting out a scoff after.

“who does he think he is? the audacity, why i oughta!”

“hiori,” you  turn your head around to be met with a #7  jersey. 

you fix your gaze upwards making eye contact with his grey eyes.

“oh hey nagi!” you rest your water bottle and rise up from the bench. 

he tilts his head.

“is it me or did you somehow shrink since the last time i saw you?”

you blurt out the first thing you can think out of your mouth. “not everyone is blessed with being freakishy tall! you- you lamp post!"  you stick out your tongue at him. “besides i’m pretty average don’t you think?”

nagi holds up his hands in surrender.

“sorry didn't mean to strike a nerve. uhm, did you wanna hop on league after practice?”

“i would! but unfortunately, i didn't bring my pc with me.”

“huh really? i checked your match history yesterday and you played like 5 games.” a look of puzzlement crossed his face.

“what i meant to say was that i brought a gaming laptop instead! i didn't have enough space to bring the whole set up with!”

he nods in response. nagi turns around hearing the call of his name.

“looks like your friends are calling.”

“yah, i'll see you later.”

“see ya!”

you watch as nagi makes his way to opposite side of the field where a blue-haired boy and a purple-haired boy stood. you could've sworn you saw the purple-haired boy before. where was it? was it that commercial? or that magazine your mom left on the counter one time?

nagi scratches at his head, thinking for a moment. he swears he didn't have to bend his neck down that much to make eye contact the last time you met. 

something was definitely off.

well, he was probably overthinking it. nagi didn't dwell on it too long. he wanted to get some rest anyway before practice. 

a/n: hi! so sorry for the late update :< i've been swamped with a ton of tests this week! i'll be releasing another slightly longer chapter by saturday/sunday! <3

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[b4tteryaciid]

(im so sick I'm in so much pain I think I'm going to pass away in my sleep. This isn't related to the last post I made about Ghost's glasses I'm just putting the dates as the days I wright them because I'm lazy. Yes I am projecting onto Ghost because I feel like it. No you cannot stop me) Holy fuck why is this so long I did not intend for this to be so long I got Hella carried away my bad yall.

A03 :3

Warnings!! Graphic (you could argue) descriptions of throwing up. (Also mention of child abuse and sexual assault/ rape) Ghost is not having a good time here folks

Roughly ~ 6K words

Monday, January 27, 20XX, 9:00 AM

Everyone was seated around a small laptop displaying laswell's face front and center. They'd all piled into the briefing room to go over their last mission and argue over who was going to have to do the paperwork. They all denied that was why they were there, but that's what always ended up happening. Everyone was there except Ghost. Price was staring to get impatient, and calling him offered no results. They'd all been waiting about 20 minutes. Ghost wasn't usually late, he was a stickler for punctuality, even more than price sometimes, and would chew out whoever had the misfortune of being late. Usually it was Soap but sometimes Gaz would be late aswell. It didn't matter if they were even a minute late, Ghost was unhappy. 'A lot can happen in a minute Sargent, you could get shot and bleed out in a ditch,' he always had some comeback about what can happen in a minute and yadda yadda whatever. Price was becoming antsy and was loudly drumming his fingers on the desk, occasionally checking his watch before slamming his palm back down.

"He's gonna be cleaning the guns with his toothbrush after this." Price grumbled. They all knew it was an empty threat.

"A'll go look for em' Cap" Soap supplied helpfully. In all actuality he didn't want to be the one to do paperwork and didn't want to be in the meeting room any more than humanly possible. He was itching to get out of the stuffy, weird smelling room and if he had to fetch his Lieutenant to do so he was more than willing. Price shot him a look that he couldn't decipher before he sighed and dramatically ran his hands down his face.

"Yeah sure go ahead, we're gonna have to start this without him, what's one less?" He mused sarcastically, but gestured towards the door anyway. Soap gave a half-assed saulte and barreled out of the room, deeply breathing in air that didn't smell like the back of your nan's linen closet. He took his sweet time making his way over to Ghosts room. He had a larger room and one all to himself sence he was task force 141 and a Lieutenant, they all had their own rooms but from the glimpses Soap had gotten inside it, it seemed to be at least slightly more spacious than his. Once he finally made it to the door he knocked. "C'mon Ghost up an' at'em we've got shite ta do" he called through the door. When he didn't get a response he waited a beat before knocking again, "Ghost? Ar ye in there?" He paused again before he turned the doorknob finding it unlocked. Weird.

"Ahm comin' in!" He called pushing the door open and letting light spill into the dark space. The sight he was greeted with wasn't what he expected. His Lieutenant, who happened to be built like a brick shithouse, was curled up under a blanket on the floor that barely did anything to cover him, and was shaking like a scared chiwawa. "Ghost..?" No responce. "Are ye alright?" He stepped deeper into the room and flicked the light on, shutting the door with a click. The man looked up at him with squinted eyes and a pained expression. He wasn't wearing his usual mask so Soap could easily see his grease paint was smeared and had ran down his face in what looked like tear streaks. He sniffled loudly and attempted to push himself up with a violent shiver and a groan. Soap quickly rushed to his side, worried. He'd never seen him like this before. He'd never seen him in pain except for after he'd gotten injured on the field, and even then he'd just grunt and bear it. Soap slowly reached out to cup Ghosts cheek with his palm and quickly pulled away at the heat. He was burning up. He softly placed the back of his hand to Ghosts forehead without any protests, which was also unusual. Yep he was sick. No doubt about it. He was boiling and shivering at the same time, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Ghost sniffled and leaned into Soaps cool hands, pinching his eyes shut as a tear escaped from them. His eyes were on fire and the light Soap had flicked on hadn't helped either. He sighed lowly as Soap moved his cold hands around his face, settling them onto his cheeks. Another violent shiver raked through his entire body, making his teeth clack. He ground his teeth together to try and stop it but it didn't help, his jaw still quivered and it only made his mouth hurt.

"Hush s' okay let's get ye into bed yea? A'll get somethin' for yer heid okay?" He reached out towards Ghost's arms and Ghost clutched onto him without protest. Letting himself be practically dragged across the room and into bed. Soap pulled the blanket from the floor to drape on top of him. "A'll be right back yea?" He turned to leave before his wrist was caught in a weak grip. He turned to look down at his sad sack of a Lieutenant. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy squinting up at him, pleading. He looked horrible. Soap gave him a sympathetic look and cradled the shaking man's burning face. "A'll be right back okay? Promise. I'm gonnae get ye somethin' tah make ye feel betta an' get tha' fever doon yea?" Ghost blinked up at him and slowly retracted his hand. He shifted his gaze to the ceiling and pointed at it weakly. "Wha?" Soap questioned following his gaze. He looked back down at Ghost who was squinting at him expectantly. "Uhh- tha light?" He guessed and Ghost sniffled loudly with an almost inperseptable nod. "Aye, A'll turn this lamp on instead yea?" Ghost blinked at him again, holding his eyes closed for a slight second in confirmation. He carefully turned the desk lamp beside Ghost's bed on before angling it down so it wouldn't shine in his eyes, he scurryed out of the room and shut the overhead light off as he left.

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Ghost laid in bed, in a smoking puddle of misery as he watched Johnny leave the room in a haste. The second the door was closed he burrowed down under the blankets and allowed his body to be overcome with the shivers he'd been biting back. He'd had a horrible scratching in his throat for the agonizingly long time Soap had been in the room with him. It had realistically only been around 3 or so minutes, but when you're holding back a dam of blistering water, 3 minutes feels like years. He let the coughs he'd been holding in escape his body and tear through him. Scraping his sensitive throat and ripping their way through his lungs and esophagus. He coughed until tears were streaming down his face and he was lightheaded. He swallowed roughly and it felt like he'd swallowed a mix of hot sand and acid. His mouth felt like hot, sticky, cotton. He squeezed his eyes shut as fire licked his corneas. The tears leaked out again, only seeming to spread the fire through his brain. He curled up into himself even more and begged for it to stop. The sweltering burning slowly subsided into a dull sting. Even without the fire it was still unpleasant. It was as if people were pressing thick marbles into his eye sockets with their thumbs, trying to replace his eyes with different ones without removing his eyes beforehand, just squishing the marbles in with them, forcing space. A whole construction team jackhammered his skull to a fine paste while the worst grade school band in all of human history played the song of their people in his cranium, shaking his brain around violently and turning it to slop. His bone marrow had either turned to ice or hot lava, it was impossible to tell. He was so cold, shaking like he was buried unter layers of ice and snow but was sweating out all the liquid in his body simultaneously. His flesh felt like it was sizzling off under the blanket but without it he was plunged back into the icy cold depth again. All of his joints were stiff and held together with concrete. His stomach felt like it was canabalising itself from the inside out. It reminded him of when he'd gotten stabbed in the gut on an op a couple years ago. The knife had hit his appendix and ripped a hole in it. The attacker had some sort of serated toothed knife that definitely wasn't legal. It had popped it right open and the Doctors weren't able to salvage it, opting to remove it entirely. He still had a gnarly, ugly scar from it even years later. This felt like it all over again but spread out deep into his gut. Something was inside and desperately trying to claw it's way out like a caged animal.

Bile caressed his throat fighting to come back up and his mouth filled with spit. He desperately tried to swallow the saliva back but he could feel it seeping out from under his tounge and filling his mouth with a hot and sticky sensation. And not the good kind mind you. He dragged himself out of bed as fast as his poor body would take him. Dragging his exhausted limbs against their will as they screamed at him to stop. He was going to vomit. As much as he tried desperately to swallow it back down it only come back more aggressively. Cut off one head and it grows too more. After centuries of manhandling his body and practically pulling it across the floor he hit the cold bathroom tile with a meaty slap as shockwaves rocked through him up from his knees. The dam broke and he retched for what felt like hours. His throat bloody and raw. He could taste blood and the heat from where his food had just been moments prior. The thought made him gag and spew even more. His was breathless and shaking in agony but his body wasn't done. He was going to die wasn't he? Sitting infrount of the toilet like an idiot. If Johnny ever came back he would see him expired infrount of his own vomit filled toilet. What a sight for sore eyes that would be. He didn't have anything more to throw up so he was now dry heaving over the bowl. He stared at the disgusting amalgamation infrount of him through a blurry vision as he gasped for air. He managed to reach up and flush away the evidence with great hastle. The smell that had infected his brain slowly seeped away leaving only him by himself to cool down and regain his breath again. He slumped down and leaned his heated head against the cool porcelain.

He was racked with humiliating sobs that's shook him to the bone and made him shiver again. He was pathetic. A grown ass man crying on the floor. He was a soldier for fucks sake. He'd stitched up real injuries before by himself with no anesthetics and old fishing line and he was fine. Now some lowsy cold was gonna take him out? The Ghost? The man who had seen death and laughed? Got off scott free even though he deserved absolutely nothing? When Johnny had come in he had seen him looking like a baby on the floor. Maskless and miserable. He'd seen his face before but this was different. He hadn't even been able to speak to the man when he helped him into bed. He was humiliated. For anyone to see him that way, and it being his Sargent? His subordinate? 'Okay. Hold on.' He thought. He was arguing with nobody but his own thoughts and he couldn't care. That's was his Sargent. His Johnny. If anybody had to see him like that he was glad it would be Johnny. To see the worry and fright lace the man's face and contort it, eyes shimering with fear had broken him. He never wanted to be the reason Johnny looked like that. He didn't want to hurt Johnny. Ever. But he didn't want him there. He was a grown man and it was pathetic for him to be acting this way. He kicked himself for it. Johnny had killed men with his bare hands. Those hands made and handled deadly explosives not his frail, shaking, sobbing, pathetic Lieutenant.

His pity-party was cut short by a loud slam and an all too familiar Scottish voice. "Ahm back! Sorry ah took so long, Price 'ad ta ken where ya were- Ghost?" He cut himself off with a worried yell. He heard the man dump some things onto his bed and his rapidly approaching footsteps. "Oh... Ghost..." He whispered, approaching the sobbing, shaking man on the ground like a scared animal. "C'mon get up-" he reached down towards Ghost and hooked his arms around his waist trying to pull him up with a grunt. "- A'll draw ye a bath." Ghost tried to push himself up to sit on the toilet seat Soap had closed but it didnt work so well. He shifted slightly to look at Soap with an eyebrow raised and a questioning hum. Soap quickly slipped out of the bathroom and wrapped a fuzzy yellow blanket around Ghost, who was still shaking. This earned Soap another questioning look. He turned to bend down and plug the bath before turning the water on and standing back up. " Ma mam always had us take a bath when we weren't well." He moved over to the sink and grabbed the ratty white hand towel off the holder and ran it under the tap for a second before ringing It out and sidestepping infrount of Ghost again. "Close yer eyes." He said before turning the bathroom light on and wiping at Ghosts face and neck with the towel. "Tha blanket s'mine" he clarified. He rubbed at Ghosts hairline, running his fingers through his ratty matted blonde hair softly. He set the towel on the counter and Ghost peeled his eyes open to watch him test the water with his hand before shutting it off. "Clothes ooff" he said nonchalantly.

Huh?

Soap must've seen his confusion because he flushed and turned away, rubbing at his nape awarkwardly. "Ah- s' jus tha' ya smell like blood and are still wearin' yer clothes from last mission." He clarified, waving dismissively. "Take me out ta dinner first" Ghost's voice was horribly raspy. He sounded like he chainsmoked at least a pack of fags a day. Ghost paused as he brought his hands up to his face and inhaled sharply. Soap looked up just intime to meet Ghosts eyes before he let out the worst ground shakingly loud sneeze he'd ever heard. "Bless ye'-" Soap started before being cut off by Ghost's coughing. Soap quickly moved over to rub his back and whisper things to him he couldn't hear. He was lazily swatted at by Ghost but it didn't do much. After the coughing was over he dropped his head onto Soaps shoulder for a moment. They both stayed like that for a few minutes while Ghost breathed slow and deep to regain his breath. Soap had brought his arms up to wrap around him and cradle him close. "S' okay LT, yer okay" he soothed rubbing circles into his back. After Ghost had gotten enough strength he stood up on shaky legs like a newborn deer and slowly stripped. With his light hum of approval Soap helped get his shirt and pants off, leaving him only in his boxers. "Ye can leave those on if ye like" Soap rubbed at his neck again awkwardly. Must have been a nervous habit he had that Ghost never noticed before now. Ghost was too out of it to really care so he slowly pulled them off anyways and kicked out of them, nearly falling over in the process. Johnny had caught him around the waist and they stood again for a moment. Ghost's vision was swimming and he was sure he was going to pass out. He sighed and slowly moved towards to tub with Johnny's help. He felt like an invalid, incapable if doing anything for himself and he would probably regret this when he was in his right mind again. But for now he liked being cared for so intimately. He and Johnny didn't have anything going on, atleast psychically. They flirted over comms daily and shared glanes that lingered too long for just friends, but now Ghost was buck ass naked in his bathroom with his Sargent helping him into a bath.

"A'right, intah tha drink ya go" his smile was audible as he helped lower Ghost into the warm bath water. The water felt like liquid gold on his distressed skin. For a moment he forgot all about his state and basked in the warmth. His eyes had closed with a sigh as he had sunk down lower into the water. He heard the tap come on again as Johnny did something nearby. Footsteps again before a voice "Puttin' this on yer heid, doon't panic" his voice was soft as he placed a cool wet towel over his eyes and forehead. It felt like heaven compaired to the agony of earlier. Johnny lightly pressed the cool towel into his eyes and forehead before running his hands through Ghosts hair. "A'll be right back, ave got somethin' for yer fever" he spoke out into the open air before his footsteps receded.

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The bath water felt amazing, but Ghost couldn't help the sence of dread that creeped up on him. How pathetic was he? His Sargent caring for him like he was an invalid. Like he was incapable of caring for himself. He'd been shot and had worse injuries than this. He'd been tortured for God knows how long and buried alive for Christ's sake! His body mutilated and abused and a simple cold was rocking his shit? He didn't climb out of his own fucking grave to be killed by some stupid illness. Simon "Ghost" Riley. Cause of death : Common Cold. Pathetic. To have his Sargent come check on him and see that sorry sight? He rather he did die. To be so vulnerable? He was shaking on the ground like a scared animal. His full face completely visible while he cried and whined on the ground in pain. Worthless. If his father had caught him like that he would've beaten the cold right out of him. Now he was sitting completely naked in the bath his Sargent had drawn for him. Was he fucking useless? Needing his subordinate to care for him? Had he no shame? He felt exposed and vulnerable. Johnny could slit his throat and end him right there. Could waterboard him with the rag already on his face. Slam his head against the wall. Suffocate him. Drown him. Touch him. Violate him. Use him like Roba did. He couldn't see, didn't know what was going on. Anything could happen to him and he would be none the wiser. Johnny wouldn't do that though. He trusted Johnny with his life. To watch his six, to have his back. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists. Disgusted that he could even think Johnny capable of hurting him. He wouldnt. Not like that.

He felt a touch on his shoulder and lashed out. Swivling in the bath and sloshing the water. He ripped the rag off his face and reached out, snatching the arm of his attacker and throwing them off balance, making them list forwards with a yelp. Johnny. It was just Johnny. His shocked bright blue eyes shedding shockwaves of shame through his body. He reached out quickly to steady the man. He looked horrified. "Ahm so sorry Si!" He quickly backed away from the man in the tub, dropping whatever he was holding and holding his arms up in surrender. "Aits jus' me" he soothed, trying to look as harmless as possible. "Sorry" Ghost rasped. "Ah should've warned ye'" Soap mumbled before slowly picking up what he dropped, making sure Ghost could see what he was doing. Ghost felt like Soap was treating him like a wild animal, no sudden movements or sounds, lest he scare him off. Ghost huffed and crossed his arms as he watched the Scott retrieve what he dropped.

Soap shuffled closer and sat on the floor next to the tub before lining up his spoils on the closed toilet seat. A bottle of water, a juice box (what was he? Five?), a pack of saltiene crackers, a bottle of pills, and another box of pills. "Quite the haul" Ghost croaked before devolving into a coughing fit. He coughed his throat raw and it stung to breathe. Tears sprung to his eyes as he desperately tried to stop. After an agonizingly long minute he stopped. He glanced over at Soap as he cracked the seal on the water and handed it to him. "Drink" he instructed as he shoved the water into Ghosts shaking hands. He chugged over half the bottle in one go before handing it back to Soap. "Okay-" Soap sighed, hitting his knees as he stood up and ambled over to the sink "- Ye smell and it'll make ye feel betta' tah be clean." He carefully grabbed Ghosts toothbrush out of the cup it was in and placed it on the counter, taking the cup with him. "This s' a smidge awkward, but, will ye let me wash ye?" A deep flush spread over Soaps face as he looked away, rubbing his nape nervously. "Ye can say no! S' fine!" He reassured, speaking too quickly and loudly. Ghost winced at the sound and thought for a moment. He trusted Johnny didn't he? He would never intentionally harm him would he? He just wanted to help. He opened his eyes and gave a slight slow nod. Johnny gave him a caring smile and scooted towards the edge of the bath, hitting his knees against it as he settled. Before pausing and making eye contact with Ghost. "Ye get uncomfortable an ye tell me okay?" His voice was stern but laced with concern. He nodded slightly and watched Soaps eyes immediately soften.

Soap reached into the water with the cup and pulled back before pausing and looking at Ghost expectantly. When he just stared back Soap mumbled quietly "scoot up would'ye?" Ghost shuffled forward and raised an eyebrow at him. Soap shuffled to the side and poured the warm water down Ghosts back. It felt magical. His skin felt hot and clammy but the warm water had stopped his shivers and filled him with a nice soothing warmth. He sighed lightly and leaned back into the water before it stopped. He was instantly displeased before he heard Johnny move again and more water was running down his back. Running down his spinal colum and warming his blood. Johnny poured more water down his back before moving to his shoulders and than to the base of his hairline. His eyes were closed as he leaned back into the sensation. The warmth washing over him and wisking the cold away. The chill would quickly return before it was smothered by the water again. It was near silent in the bathroom, only the sloshing water and Ghosts sighs. It was almost too quiet. He liked the quiet, it made his head sizzle instead of sparking like a match but it allowed his thoughts to creep up on him. Every move Johnny made and every touch made him flinch slightly. "Can you..." He trailed off, voice a whisper as not to agitate his already enflamed larynx. "Hm?" Johnny gave a questioning hum as he began to pour the water over his scalp. "Can ye.. talk to me" he mumbled as Johnny reached back down into the water with the cup. "Sure Si, what da ye wan tah talk aboot?" His voice was low and slightly deeper. It was obvious he was trying to be quiet for Simon's sake. It made his heart flutter and his chest feel warm just thinking about it. "Anything" he sighed. Johnny pulled away and Ghost shifted, coughing violently into his elbow, desperately clutching it with his other hand. Johnny softly rubbed circles into his back until he relaxed again. Johnny began to talk. About what? Simon couldn't tell you, but the noise was soothing. Johnny's voice was soothing. His stupid Scottish accent making him slightly difficult to understand with his voice so low, but it was nice. He didn't need to pay attention and Johnny didn't expect him too.

Soap pulled his hands away and he heard a bottle being picked up. He heard him squirt something into his hands before those same hands massaged something into his scalp. His shampoo, he figured. He almost moaned at the feeling. It felt amazing, now he knew why Johnny had insisted he take a bath. As quickly as it was there it was gone. He cursed himself internaly for having such a short haircut. What he would give to have his Sargent card his hands through his hair, to lazily play with it while they slept- okay. Take a breath. Johnny's just helping him out. Not like they're gonna sleep together and cuddle. Live a happily ever after. What he would give for that though. To get to wake up next to Johnny every single day. Okay. Pause. He knew he felt... something for his Sargent but he didn't feel that about him, right? He shook the thoughts away as Johnny finished rinsing the last of the soap put of Simon's hair. "Where's tha rag ye had?" Soap questioned, he assumed it was rhetorical because he felt the Scott pull something out of the water, the rag, and ring it out. "Simon?" He questioned. Ghost cracked his eyes open to squint at the man, his arms were wet, so far as to up to his forearm on the right. He gave a questioning hum, filled by a wince as he agitated his throat when fire shot through his skull. "Can ah?" He asked, holding up the wet rag. Simon thought for a minute assuming Soap was asking if he could scrub him or something. He was already naked in his bathtub with his Sargent who had just washed his hair. Fuck it. He was already too far gone to give a fuck. If Johnny said it would make him feel better he would try anything. His whole body was still pulsing. He could feel and hear his blood being pumped through his veins. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack, but he was fine so he ignored it. He could barely think around the screaming pain in his mind. Who cares anymore? "Yeah" he nodded before closing his eyes again. He caught a glimpse of Soap starting to nod his head before he closed his eyes and tried not to think. Johnny washed up his legs and torso, specifically avoiding his crotch, Simon noticed, all while talking about... something. He menouverd his arms to wash his chest and back. His arms and under his pits. "S' ealed nicely" Soap ran his fingers across Ghosts side absentmindedly, making him shiver at the touch. He'd gotten slashed on their last op and had his torso wrapped for a couple days but it wasn't deep so it was healing rather quickly. "Ah- sorry" he mumbled, returning to washing Ghosts back with the cloth.

After a couple minutes he paused and Simon cracked his eye open, just enough to see, barely. "Uh- ahm done if ya wannae-" he cleared his throat awkwardly and gestured at his legs, looking away. He looked down and realized what he meant. Ah yeah. It would be weird for his Sargent to wash his dick and balls. He nodded and reached for the cloth, missing entirely. He felt his face flush in embarrassment. His depth perception was not ideal, he knew that much, but he didn't think it was this bad. Johnny placed the cloth in his hand and pushed the body wash he had used towards the middle of the ridge of the tub. He stood with a sigh and turned around to do something. Fumbling with the pills on the countertop. Ghost got to work lazily scrubbing himself with the cloth. He didn't even bother putting soap on it, just running it over his exposed skin. It didn't feel nearly as nice as when Johnny had done it. When he finished he shifted his legs to sit criss cross. Or as best as he could. He was entirely too large and tall for the tub, so he just folded his legs up the best he could. "Oright, I ave some pills for ya to taek ya waen em in tha bath or oot?" Ghost shot him a questioning look, too drained to decipher his sargents accent or question. Johnny sighed and repeated "I ave pills for ye. Ya wan ta taek em in tha tub or get oot am taek em?" Ghost nodded. "Aye which one? I asked ye two questions." He asked exasperatedly. Without answering Ghost tried to stand, shifting in the bath and placing his hands on the edge. "Aye! Nae ya need ta wait ave got somethin' ta do!" Soap yelped at he rushed to push his huge Lieutenant back into the bath. Ghost huffed and plopped back down with a splash and a thunk that sent his head swimming and made his stomach churn with dizziness. Johnny worked quickly, pulling the stopper in the tub and snagging a towel off the counter he had apparently grabbed earlier and laying in on the floor. "Oright now we're ready" he said. Ghost took this as his que to try and stand again. Blood quickly rushed to his brain and shot him with dizziness as his stomach acid yearned to meet his bathroom floor. He swayed and Johnny instinctively reached out to steady him. Ghost reached to grab his arms, holding them in place as he got his bearings. "Ye need 'elp?" Soap asked, still holding his Lieutenants forearms. Ghost nodded and looked down, to step over the lip of the tub and to hide his embarrassment. It look seemingly way too long but he managed to stumble his way over it. Soap handed him another towel and instructed him to sit on the toilet seat to wait for his pills. Ghost wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked it into itself to hold it up. The yellow blanket from earlier was nowhere to be seen. Soap grabbed some pills and the juice box from earlier and handed them to him. "Jus swallow those an drink tha, yer gonnae need it." He gestured to his handful of pills and the juice. Once the pills were in his mouth it took some hyping up to swallow them. The second he did his throat spasmed and he gagged, covering his mouth with his hands. "Aye keep those pills doon." He rubbed his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't vomit up the medication and turned to line the boxes up against the wall, out of the way. "Where'd you get em?" Ghost rasped. "Huh? Oh Aye, tha pills. Stole em from medical. Girl dinnae even care tha much wen ah ran oof with em." He chuckled, looking down at Ghost who nodded slowly.

"Oh Aye ya need clothes." He left the room before quickly returning with a fresh pair of boxers, sweats, a tee and a hoodie with his name and rank on the back and over the left breast. Ghost slowly stood up, steadying himself on the counter. "Ya think you'll be good ere fer a minute?" Johnny questioned looking back at him as he paused his walk out the door again. Ghost nodded and johnny hummed before leaving him to get dressed.

It took way longer than expected but he managed to get dressed through the shaking. The shivers had returned full force and intended to take him down best they could. The hoodie helped some but he was still freezing. What he would give to be in his nice warm bed.

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Soap left his Lieutenant to dress himself. He'd already gotten an eye full of the man's dick already and was sure Ghost was capable enough to dress himself without help. Plus, he was just in the other room, the door still wide open. He had snagged more waters on his mission and a blanket or two aswell. He picked the bottles off the bed and moved them to the nightstand next to it before moving onto the bed itself. He fluffed out the blankets before laying them across the bed. He made sure the curtains were drawn all the way closed and checked his phone to make sure he hadn't missed anything. He'd called Price when he left, informing him of Ghosts condition and asked for permission to skip the meeting to tend to him. He'd agreed but insisted that he drag Ghosts sorry ass to medical. They both knew that wouldn't happen, but one can hope. He had a text from Gaz asking for updates and some well wishes. Soap sent thanks and that Ghost was fine for the most part. Conviently leaving out the bathing part. He turned around after he heard ghost stop moving. He was leaned back against the counter, holding the juice to his forehead with his eyes closed. He was shivering again and was visibly tense. Johnny sighed and made his way to Ghost in the bathroom. "Cmon Simon, let's get ye tah bed." He nodded and pulled the juice away from his head, pushing off the counter with a stumble. Soap quickly brought his hands over to catch him. He tugged on Ghosts arms and guided him towards the bed. "Oright there ya go." He encouraged, lightly pushing Ghost down onto the bed and pulling the covers aside so he could slip under. "Ah'll be right back, ye drink tha oright?" Ghost blinked slowly and opened the juice. Soap turned with a sigh and headed towards the bathroom.

God he looked miserable didn't he? Johnny had never seen his Lieutenant look that bad before. He'd seen the man fall off a two story building and get up and look annoyed about it. He'd watched the man get shot and proceed to run around and fight with an open wound. Maybe he was hiding his pain then, which was likely, but he didn't hide it this time, or couldn't. To come back and see him on the floor like that, puking his guts out. His face streaked with tears and his eyes red and raw ripped his heart out. He immediately knew he had to do something. Had to make him feel better. Would make him feel better even if it got him killed. He felt immediately overprotective of him. He was furious that he was sick. Who had the gaul to get his Lieutenant sick? His best friend? He mightve been a little too obsessive over him but it didn't matter. He cared for him. Fuck. You could even argue that he loved him. He'd desperately tried to think of a way to help him. He remembered what his mother would do when he was sick. She would draw him a nice bath and would put some fancy salts in it that smelt like lavender. She would wash his hair and talk to him in a soothing voice. He fondly remebers her kissing her fingers and placing them on his forehead and saying that the kiss would make it better. It made his heart ache for her again. To have her care for him like that. But he knew it wasn't possible, so he did everything he could to make Simon feel as loved as his mother made him feel. It hadnt truly registered in his mind much until now. Hitting him like a pickup truck filled with bricks and C4. Exploding in his face and making his head spin. He'd watched his Lieutenant undress. Helped him into the bath. Washed him for Christ's sake. He had tried not to think about how muscular he was, how big he was and how it would feel to be pinned by that huge body. To feel his hands around his throat and his huge cock- He was doing it again. He mentally kicked himself for those thoughts. Simon needed him. Needed to be cared for and didn't deserve to be looked at like that while he was at the lowest Johnny had ever seen him. His nakedness wasn't meant for him. So he wouldn't take it as such.

He finished soaking another clean washcloth he found under the sink in cool water before ringing It out. He swivled and headed back to Simon, shutting the bathroom light off as he went. "Hey." He whispered to announce his presence before placing the cool rag on his head. He pressed it down softly into his eyes and cheeks. Simon let out a pleased sigh. Johnny turned to grab his phone from the nightstand. He'd been with Ghost for about 2 or so hours. He could go do other stuff and finish up any paperwork left from the meeting as Simon slept. "Oright Si, ahm gonnae leave ya ere to rest an ahm gonnae finish my duties-" he was cut short by a whine and a rough hand on his wrist. He turned to see that Simon had pushed the cloth up sightly to peer out under it. He was shooting him a pleading look "stay?" He rasped, barely audible. "Uhm-" he paused mulling it over. "Oright, if ye wan me ta" he responded with a sigh. He smiled when Simon pulled his hand back under the covers and shifted over in the bed, spreading his arms and lifting the blanket slightly in invitation. Johnny shook his head as he slipped his boots and rough work jeans off into a heap on the floor. He slid under the blankets next to Simon with a sigh. Simon wrapped his arms around him and he did the same. Sure he was cuddling with his Lieutenant. So what?

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"Johnny?" came Simons raspy voice laced with phlem. "Simon." He answered. Simon sniffled dramatically and winced before he continued. "Why?"

"Why what Si?"

"Why'd you help me? An agree to this?" His voice was low and labored but Johnny didn't mind much even as he sniffled into his hair.

"Because ah care aboot ye. So much Si." He whispered into Simon's shoulder, burrowing into his chest tighter. He wanted to say a different three words but he was sure the message came across regardless.

"Me too Johnny. Me too." Simon rubbed circles into his back before giving him a light ghost of a kiss to his scalp. He might get sick aswell after this but it didn't matter. All that mattered at that moment was them. Even though one of them was so sick he couldn't breath without it coming out as wheezes. The only thing that mattered was that Simon felt the same.

Johnny felt like his heart had exploded. He was sure his belly was swarming with little fire bugs. His brain felt fuzzy in the best way possible. He wasn't even tired, it being so early, but cuddling up against Simon made him so sleepy. The room was silent except for Simons breating and occasional throat clear. Their breaths and hearts slowed to match as they started to lose their grasps on the living world. They slowly slipped into sleep still clutching eachother like they would be torn apart. They would never mention this to anyone else, Johnny was sure of it, this was their special moment. So what if this was the best sleep they'd both had in years? So what if Johnny woke up with the sniffles and a headache. Worth it. So, so, worth it.

[simonsrileyhusband]

Could you perhaps make a more lengthy fic of Simon x a nerdy ftm reader? 👀👀

(idk if you meant spicy, if yes im so sorry lmao. i made them marvel nerd bcs i am, pls dont bully me)

"no, you dont get it, nobody saw miles because he was meant to be spiderman, so the narrative is always on his side, that’s why gwen sees him on the wall but nobody else does, because she isn’t part of his universe."

"mhm... i get it, people are dumb."

"no, simon, are you listening to me?" you turn to look at him, he was already watching you, a dumb look on his eyes. "you arent even looking at the screen."

"im sorry love, i just think its very cute when you talk about your things."

you stay quiet, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

"cat got your tongue?"

"im watching the movie, unlike you."

"you have seen it a million times, luv."

"yeah, but im watching it with you."

"i have seen it at least 3 times, those 3 times were with you." he chuckles.

you pause the movie and turn to look at him. "i told you if you didnt want to watch ut we could watch something else." you say a bit whiny.

"i mean, its okay, just not my cup of tea."

"what is your cup of tea?"

"mhm... that guy without the arm."

"winter soldier?"

"yeah, that dude... dope as fuck." he says smiling softly at you. "we can watch that one... or the cat guy."

"black panther?" you say holding back your laughter.

"dont laugh, im bad with names, they are all so silly. who the fuck chooses their hero name to be iron man? so dumb." one of his arms reaches out to grab your arm, pulling you closer to him.

"hey, dont speak ill of tony stark." you mumble and he groans.

"i dont like him, its dumb, the america guy too. how can he be names america when he is only on the united states?"

"what if we watch moon knight again?"

"mhm... can we skip episode 5?"

"sure, we can."

"okay then, i like those guys, they are silly... but in a good way."

you nod in agreement standing up to grab the remote and when you sit back down simon pulls you into his lap.

"i like your silly superheroes.... some of them." he whispers kissing your cheek.

"i know... thanks for taking the time, i know its not your cup of tea."

"some of them are... but you are my cup of tea, and i like hearing you talk."

you smile and kiss his cheek. "i love you" you whisper and he whispers it back.

[idkwh0y0uare-haha]

MCR HELPED ME FIND MY CONFIDENCE AND NOW IM GONNA RANT ABOUT IT

admittedly, I'm a new mcr fan. I started listening to them a year ago and they've been my favorite band ever since. Shortly after I started listening to them I started watching clips and interviews bcuz i thought the band was so interesting. The last band I really liked was lovejoy (yes, ik what the lead singer did and I no longer support him or his music) but i started liking mcr a lot more

Of course, I really started liking gerard way, and he stuck out to me in particular. Dw, I love mikey, ray, and frank too, but gerard was the first to stick out to me (could also be because he's the frontman, but I don't think so)

I found gerard to be such a relatable person. Obviously, I don't relate to EVERY ASPECT of gerard's life but there were some things that I was able to relate to, which I won't go into detail about that right now but probably later

As a trans, queer, and alternative person, I found comfort in the fact that mcr was (and is) such an icon to those communities. Like if I was alone in a room with gerard, mikey, ray, and frank, I would feel EXTREMELY safe and just the fact that they're so well known is just so important to me

I was able to relate to gerard's gender non conformity because even though i'm a trans man, I still appreciate things that would be considered "feminine" especially amongst my peers. Before listening to mcr, I would try to present as masc as possible because my more "feminine traits" made me feel extremely dysphoric and all I wanted was to pass, but the things that gerard would say about gender and sexuality helped me feel seen in a sense. That's when i realized that I liked wearing eyeliner and eye makeup. I actually liked dressing differently in clothes that made me happy. I actually liked painting my nails black and red. And I actually liked wearing lots of jewelry. I'm not sure when I would have realized that if i didnt start listening to mcr

Not only that, but I stopped caring about how "masc" I looked, because in the end, none of it mattered. I wasnt happy trying to be as masc as possible. I wasn't happy trying to be like every other boy in my school. I'm happier just being me and not caring about how I'm perceived, and ironically ever since i started dressing how i actually wanted to, I've been misgendered a whole lot less which I personally thought was hilarious.

And because i'm dressing and looking how i want to, I feel so much better about my appearance and personality. I feel like I can actually be myself and like what i wanna like, and nobody really gives a shit anymore. Sure, I get a few weird looks and people just not knowing what my gender is, but I don't care anymore because i'm happy, and I feel like mcr really contributed to that fact

if it wasn't for me listening to helena on the school bus one random day, I would have never watched any mcr interviews and I would have never known just how much gerard way specifically would have helped me in my journey to finding my confidence again. Gerard way helped me stop caring so much about how other people see me and instead how I saw myself and while i still have those days where i feel like shit and just wanna hide in a hoodie and a pair of jeans, that happens a lot less than it used to, and who doesn't have a bad day every once in a while?

it probably sounds stupid saying that gerard way (unintentionally) helped me find confidence in my gender and how i express myself, but he really did. I feel so much more comfortable in my skin and to be honest, it's because listening to mcr made me realize that i'm not alone and that there are other people out there who feel the same things i feel, and that made me feel seen.

So excuse me if i talk about gerard way a lot, but gerard really helped me understand my gender and how i wanna express it. I'm so much happier not having to worry about conforming to gender roles that don't even matter, and honestly my chem and gerard way really helped me realize that

so yeah, I fucking love gerard way. Before you get annoyed about the fact that i talk about him so much, maybe think about why i do

Mcr saved me

thank you for listening to my emo yap session

[genomesoldier]

I need to shoutout the Chance player who shot his flintlock at me (Telamon) because I walked up behind him and scared him apparently

[cannibaleather]

YOU MAKE ME PERFECT

[massiveladycat]

me watching girls who justify themselves with feminism hate on men just for breathing too loud near them i'm sorry, isn't feminism supposed to be advocating for equality among the genders??? how are you achieving feminism by villainizing and attacking men? do you think that makes it okay because they were born a man? edit: yes, i acknowledge many girls are angry over the mistreatment by men, and i am not saying their experiences are invalid. i'm saying attacking men who've done nothing wrong is horrible. putting them in the same level as men who've actually hurt women is cruel. i'm saying believing that one gender should be superior over the other is just plain bad, or that men only want one thing or that they are inherently horrible people is absolute shit.

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[wizardnuke]

um personally i think that if your girlfriend is insecure over you being friends with another girl you should run far away really fast. but i may be misreading the situation. i don't think i am though.

[gayspock]

not to sound like a cunt but i swear like 2 jokes about something will get passed around and then a load of dipshits will start twisting that everyone is so Utterly Vacuous... god forbid if every post you post to your tumblr blog is not an indepth reflection of your thoughts and feelings. for your tumblr blog is reflective of your Inner mind and soul and you must summon yourself to the Calling of crafting the most perfect and eloquent analysis of the video essay that dropped 2 fucking days ago .

[supersecretnerd]

Ok so these designs are cute as hell, the Internet is just mean

I have too many thoughts about a game I still need to watch

[nulltune]

ART CREDIT! 💖 LYNN FOUND DEAD IN MIAMI OMGG my friend (irl 🫣) commissioned hakuno art 4 meee 🥺🥺😭😭😭🥹🫶🫶🙏💘💞💖💗💓💘 gajfhskfbd it's kind of a long story but PLSS SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL........ i'm so blessed so moved,,, and i wanna share real quick bc úwù🫶 and as u can see, i'm using the chibi as my dash icon now too ! ✨️but also pls do tell me if the quality is fudged up or sth 😳🙏 am not sure if it looks okie !!