Captain Save-A-Hoe

Beard Burn

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I’ve been seeing so much ex husband price stuff on here and it’s making me drool. So I’m contributing some ex husband/not divorced yet but taking a break for vague reasons but you both still deeply love each other TF 141….Also this is sappy, dramatic and not accurate character portrayal—just let me live in denial!

“Johnathan, it’s 1 am.” You groaned, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Go back to bed, Honey.” He muttered back quickly. You shot him a glare at the term of endearment. He was balancing a flashlight between his teeth, his back mostly turned to you.

“Are you fixing that window?” You questioned, turning on the overhead light. He must’ve not wanted to wake you. He took the flashlight out of his mouth, looking over his shoulder at you. His chest swelled at the sight of you in one of his shirts. It took every ounce of self restraint not to wrap you up in his arms. “I told you over the phone I hired someone to come and fix it.” You yawned.

“And have some stranger traipsing through the house.” He huffed. You watched as his arms flexed at even the slightest movements. You hated these moments of weakness. It was the same reason why you couldn’t fall asleep unless you were wearing one of his shirts. Or the same reason you would light a cigar like it was incense. The same reason why you always answered his daily calls. Then you’d remember why you wanted a divorce in the first place. It always felt like someone dumping cold water on you.

And thats exactly how you felt now.

“That’s not your problem anymore, John.” You reminded. His blood ran cold. Yet he kept up his unbothered appearance.

“Never a problem, Honey.” He assured, still keeping his back to you. You sighed running a hand over your face.

“I just- I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to just show up whenever you want. It’s my house right? That’s what you agreed to. It’s not just some motel you can show up at whenever you want to feel needed.” You spat. His body was still and ridged. His teeth ached from the tight clenching of his jaw and the pain in his chest was wince worthy.

“I know.” He said slowly. “I just want you to know I’ll always take care of you, Honey.” He began to turn towards you but stopped himself. He couldn’t stand to see the look on your face.

“I don’t need you to take care of me, John.” You continued. “I was able to survive before you and when you left me every other month.” You don’t know why you were being so forceful with him. Maybe it was because you hadn’t physically seen him in a few weeks.

“Well maybe I’m not doing it for you, hmm?” He shot back, finally facing you. His eyes were just as red the day you walked out of the lawyers office. “You made your decision, but that doesn’t mean you just stopped being the most important thing in my life. So yeah, I’m going to drop by if I feel I need to because I vowed to always take care of you and no fucking paper you make me sign is going to take that away from me. If you don’t like that you can get a restraining order.”

He didn’t even have a moment to catch his breath before your hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Hey, Cap.” You smiled into your phone. Calls from Price were kinda common- he just liked to check up on you here and there, but you could tell by the sigh on the other end this wasn’t going to be about you.

“Hey, Kiddo.” He started. “I catch you at a good time?” He questioned.

“Yeah, just watching TV. Everything alright?” You questioned back. There was another sigh on his end, and it sounded like he was taking a drag of his cigar.

“No one’s hurt.” He was trying to pick his words carefully. “It’s ’bout Simon, though.”

“Okay.” You responded slowly. Just the mention of Simon’s name had a small tremor rise in your body. It’s not like you had gone no-contact with him. He called you a few times a week just to ask if you needed anything, if anything in the flat needed to be fixed, or just to make sure you locked all the windows before going to sleep. “You’re building up a lot of suspense here, Cap.” You offered a fake chuckle.

“Sorry.” He paused again and you wanted to rip your hair out. “He’s just- I know it’s really none of my business what happened between the two of you but he’s not doing good, Love.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s doing fine work-wise. But I’m worried about him personally. He’s droppin’ weight, smoking a couple packs a day, drinkin’ when he knows he’s not suppose to be. When he’s not doing that he just sits and stares. Johnny has to check his pulse sometimes.” It was his turn to offer you a chuckle. Another pause and drag. A few fat tears rolled down your cheeks and Price ran a hand over his face when he heard you sniffle. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but I also know you would get after me if I didn’t. Now you don’t owe him anything, but I think just a call from you would help him out a lot.”

“You think he’s doing this because of me?” You whispered.

“Course.” Price responded immediately. He cringed at himself. “What I mean to say is, you’re that man’s ‘reason.’ You get what I’m saying? Men like me and him need a reason. A reason to come home. A reason to be better. A reason to just get our asses out of bed at the crack of dawn. Like I said you don’t owe him anything, Kiddo, but I think just hearing your voice would do him some good.”

“Thank you, Price. For looking out for him and me.” You said sincerely.

“It’s what I get paid for.” He shot back with a laugh. You rolled your eyes, pressing the big red button after a ‘goodbye’. Your swollen eyes raked over the wedding photos you still had hanging in the living room. You couldn’t not call him. You wondered how long he’d been acting like this. Had he been doing it the whole time you had been separated? You rubbed at your eyes working up the courage to press his contact in your phone.

It only rang once before he answered.

“You alright?” He asked quickly.

“Yeah.” You replied, taking a deep breath. “Just calling to check in.” You said slowly. You heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

“Checkin’ in on me?” He repeated. Your heart ached at the thought that he seemed to think you didn’t care about him.

“That okay?” You urged. He hummed in agreement. “If you’re busy I can call bac”-

“Not busy.” He cut off. “What’ve you been up to?” You heard some shuffling and it sounded like he was getting into bed. You wondered what time it was wherever he was in the world.

“Nothing too interesting. I got a new cat! She’s an older tabby who’s seen some things, but she’s a Sweetheart.” You rambled on smiling.

“She probably thinks she’s in heaven with you.” He snickered. You giggled at his words and his eyes shut tightly trying to soak up every second of it.

“Simon, is there anyway when you get back you could help me move in a new cat tower? They’re all fighting over the one we have.” Using the word ‘we’ had just become habit when talking to Simon. You didn’t even realize you had said it. But you using that word was all the ‘reason’ he needed.

“Of course. I’ll be home Wednesday. That work for you?” His heart was beating out of his chest like it did the very first time he asked you out on a date.

“That’s perfect. I’ll see you then, Si.”

*inaccurate medical rules*

Your leg bounced up and down nervously, your eyes about to burn a hole in the pale blue curtain. You were in an accident- not a major one, but you did receive a concussion.

Johnny was still your emergency contact and according to the nurses he was more than willing to pick you up.

“He’s not entirely my husband.” You began. The nurse raised his eyes from the clipboard for a split second before shrugging.

“Says it in your file and he’s still your emergency contact. He’s already on his way, but do you have anyone else we could call?” His tone was bored and you wondered how many times he had to have this conversation a day. You slowly shook your head. “Well we can’t just let you leave by yourself.” He sighed.

“I know, but I filed for divorce. He just refuses to sign it. Doesn’t that count for anything?” You pleaded. The nurse gave you a sour look.

“I can change your emergency contact so in future accidents he won’t be contacted.” You furrowed your brows at his choice of words.

“Hopefully there won’t be anymore accidents.” Your body stiffened at the all too familiar voice. The curtain was drawn back revealing your husband. He gave you a soft smile and you hated the way it settled your stomach.

“Yeah right, so change your emergency contact or no?” The nurse piqued up. You shut your eyes tightly, shaking your head side to side. You wished the floor would swallow you. The nurse looked between you and Johnny before giving you two some privacy.

“I’m sorry about all this, John.” You sighed standing up. “They wouldn’t let me leave without someone signing for me. If you could just walk me out, I can call an Uber.”

“John?” He repeated, in a whisper. It was probably just intended for himself. His chest tightened. No nicknames. He partly hoped that this experience would’ve softened you. Made you happy to be alive. Make you want to wrap your arms around him and call off the whole ‘divorce’ thing. He can picture all the times you sprawled out on his chest, whispering into his skin how safe you felt with him. Now here you were inching yourself away from him like he would ever hurt you. “I’d rather take you home.” He pressed.

“It’s seriously okay John”-

“Enough with the formalities.” He snipped. Your eyes widened and he groaned at his mistake. “You’re discounting everything we’ve been through together. Treating me like some stranger.” He growled out.

“Well what am I suppose to do? Hmm? You want me to call you ‘Mac’ again. Or any of the other ridiculous nicknames I made up for you? Well I’m not going to do that! You were good to me for so many years, Johnny- please don’t think I have forgotten that. But this last year it’s like I haven’t even existed to you. You’re taking every single job that is thrown your way like you don’t even want to be with me anyone, so I’m just doing what you do obviously want but aren’t going to say.” Your voice shook and tears dropped from your eyes, but you held your ground. His jaw clenched tightly, his eyes red from holding back what you had already given up hiding.

“You think I want this? I”-

“Hey, as much as this has been the highlight of my week, we actually need your bed back.” The nurse interrupted, peaking his head through the curtains. Your flushed but nodded your head in understanding. Johnny was hot on your trail following you out. The cold air felt nice against your heated body and you turned to Johnny waiting for him to make the first step.

“I’m sorry for gettin’ on you in there.” He sighed. He shifted on his feet. “I just miss you.” His eyes refused to meet yours knowing it would cause him to break. He opened and closed his mouth trying to find the words to how desperately he wanted you in his life.

“For a man who loves to talk you sure are having a hard time.” You sniffled, wiping at your still streaming eyes.

That was all he needed to let it out. It was sloppy and unfiltered, but yet it shattered your world and everything you thought you knew about the man and how he felt about you.

You saw him at the store. It wasn’t the first time you had run into him- actually you two seemed to be bumping into each other all over the place. And without hesitation every single time he would flee the scene like you were some bully from high school he ran into. The same thing happened tonight. You both turned into the same aisle, stared at each other for a moment, then he dropped his basket and charged out the door.

You had already made up your mind weren’t going to let him go this easy.

You rushed after him, at a speed walk pace.

“Kyle!” You shouted after him in the parking lot. He was just opening the door to his sleek black car, one of his feet inside already. He paused for a moment, before sliding into the drivers seat. You were able to grab the door handle before he shut it on you.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He growled, beginning to tug the door back. Your hand gripped the car door and he quickly faltered not wanting to slam it shut on your fingers.

“Just let me talk, please?” You begged. Those same brown eyes that you had spent the best part of your life staring into bore coldly into yours. “I just- We keep running into each other. I just think it’s silly that we keep avoiding each other.”

“Not silly.” He shot back without missing a beat. “You don’t want me anymore, remember?” Your heart dropped.

“Ky, that’s not true”-

“Fucking save it, Y/N. You’re the one who wanted to take a break. Why don’t you just divorce me and get it over with already.” He spat. His face curled in a way that made you want to die.

“Is that what you want?” You asked quietly. He ran his hands up and down his face.

“I’m tired of your games, Lovie.” His voice held no warmth. “I want my partner back. The same person who I vowed to spend the rest of my life with. The same person I vowed to love and protect- but that person doesn’t even seem to be you anymore. I couldn’t imagine just cutting you out of my life the way you did to me. And the fact that you were able to do it fucking terrifies me. Just call me when you figure your shit out.”

He shut the door and you let him.

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heyy - 🍄

Can you write something with 141 reacting to the reader going to sleep alone in another room? like just the reader wanting to be alone or they fought. the way you prefer

Hurt/comfort ♥️ your writing is my favorite

Hi! 🍄Thank you so much! I absolutely loved this prompt!

He thought you were being dramatic. Too sensitive. And he made sure to let you know.

“It was just a joke, sweetheart. Nothing more. I’m a light sleeper, you know that.” His voice was careful, yet firm.

Even though he had assured you he hadn’t meant anything by it, here you were, staring at the ceiling as pm turned into am. He had his arm snug around you, tucking you under his chin. Normally this position had you out like a light, but now you were just focusing on trying not to breath too hard.

Earlier that day the two of you were relaxing on the couch when you commented on his yawn.

“You’ve been yawning a lot, Si. Should put you to bed early.” You snickered.

“Your fault.” He yawned again. “Movin around every five second.” His tone was teasing. His fingers even brushed up and down your foot that was resting in his lap. Despite this, your heart dropped. Were you really that uncomfortable to share a bed with?

Laying in bed was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Your side ached from you spending too much time on it. Your nose hadn’t stopped itching and it took everything in your power not to scratch it every five seconds. Even your quieted breathing felt like it was shaking the bed. The guest room was sounding more and more inviting. You’d be able to flip over whenever you wanted. Scratch that nose of yours, all without having to worry about stirring the sleeping giant behind you.

You carefully gripped his arm and squirmed your way out from under it. He woke up halfway, holding his arm up for you.

“Sorry, Si.” You whispered, guilt already tugging at you.

“Don’t even think about it.” He assured in a groan. He watched with curious eyes as you disappeared down the hall, instead of going to the bathroom like he assumed you were. You must be getting water.

One minuted turned into three, then three turned into five. He huffed, rubbing a hand over his face, your side of the bed already growing uncomfortably cold. His socked feet sunk into the plush carpet as he made his way down the hall. The kitchen light wasn’t on, but the guest bedroom that was normally shut was wide open. Even in the darkness he could make out the lump of your body- already asleep.

The realization was instant. And it hurt.

“Sweetheart.” He knocked at the open door. He didn’t feel too bad about waking you up. He needed to. You gasped awake, your head springing up from the pillows. It seemed even your absence kept him awake. “What do I have to say for you to get out of that head of yours?” He hummed, plopping down next to you. He leaned over you, pressing a slow kiss against your forehead.

“I just feel bad knowing I’m constantly waking you up.” You murmured, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sweetheart, waking up to you isn’t something to feel bad about. It’s nice, being woken up just because someone wants to be closer to you. Now we are going to knock it off with all this ‘afraid to wake me up shit’ and go back to our bed, you hear me?”

You did hear him.

“John, enough! I’m tired of arguing with you, I’m ready to go to bed.” You growled. He followed closely behind you towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his white dress shirt.

“Yeah, let’s just go to bed and forget all of this happened.” He mumbled from behind you. You began tugging off your clothes, throwing a glare his way.

“Don’t do that.” You chided, throwing you clothes on top of his in the hamper.

“Do what?” He gruffed back.

“Mumble things under your breath.” You explained. He tsked and rolled his eyes at you. The action caused another flare to ignite in your stomach. He reached into his dresser and pulled out a nightshirt, tugging it over his head. He reached back in and grabbed one for you, holding it out to you expectantly. It was your favorite shirt of his to wear.

“I’m not wearing that.” You spat, turning away from him. You marched to your shared bed and grabbed your pillow, beginning to make your way down the hallway.

“Where are you going?” He stopped you. His large frame taking up the whole doorway.

“John”-

“Love.” His voice was calm and you hated it. He should be more upset. Upset that you were upset with him. “Don’t go”-

“Why should I liste”-

“You need to stay in bed with me. That’s where you belong.” He said it as though it was a fact. “I know you’re not too happy with me right now, but you aren’t sleepin away from me tonight, honey. Now let’s go brush our teeth.”

*this is so dramatic*

Johnny had fucked up. He admitted it too. Yet it seemed no matter how many apologies flowed from him- you were determined to put a rift between the two of you. At least that’s how he saw it.

You yawned next to him on the couch, your hand brushing some hair out of your eyes.

“Gettin sleepy?” He hummed. You smiled softly, nodding your head.

“Should probably head to bed.” You yawned, stretching as you stood.

“You remember where it is?” It was a snotty comment. Distasteful. You had been sleeping in the guest bedroom for the past week. He was able to choke down his hatred for it the first few days, but after you referred to it as “your room” all grace had been lost.

“You just can’t help yourself can you?” You growled, not bothering to wait for an answer.

“Just don’t understand why you’re so hell bent on punishing me.” He shouted after you. You stopped, turning on your heels.

“Punishing you?” You snarled. “The only one getting punished in this situation is me John. I know to you I’m being dramatic but I really don’t know how I can trust you after all those shitty things you said to me.”

His chest twisted and his hand scratched at his shirt.

“I don’t know what else to do, sweetheart.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft and it made you feel worse than you already did. “I’ve apologized in more ways than one and I’m still not getting through to you. I’m not saying I’m giving up, I just miss you. I know lashing out at you isn’t the answer.” He sighed rubbing at his face. He was exhausted- that was evident just by looking at him. You were his safe place- his favorite person in the whole world and he hurt you. “I made a mistake saying nasty shite to you, but I hope you remember everything before that. We’ve been together for years and I hoped I’ve showed you just how much I love you in that time.”

By the end of his speech tears were rolling down your cheeks.

“Dammit, Mac.” You huffed. You moved forward quickly, practically flinging yourself at him. He reciprocated immediately, wrapping his arms tight around you with no intention to let you go. He wouldn’t let go till you forgave him.

You woke up to two arms wrapping around you.

“Ky.” You grumbled sleepily.

“You took so much medicine, I didn’t think you’d wake up.” He whispered back. You were sick and the last thing you wanted to do was get Kyle sick. He rubbed his hands over your stomach, the action already lulling you back to sleep.

“I just don’t want to make you sick.” You murmured. He ‘tsked’ at you, pulling you even closer to his warm body. You wished it was easier to stay away from him. He was the perfect temperature for your chilled body and he smelled like vanilla and coffee.

“I’d wear it like a badge of honor.” He smiled against you. You rolled your eyes.

“You just always find a way to make everything romantic don’t you.”

“Well I had to get you to fall for me one way.”

“Are you going to be this cheeky when you get sick?” You hummed.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but challenge accepted.”

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Hi! I just wanted to see if I could put in a request maybe? I love your writing and it would make my day if you wrote something about the 141 + Konig having an arguement with the reader and they yell or make a sudden move causing her to like flinch away.

If not that's totally okay too, have a lovely day!

“I’m so tired of arguing with you John.” Your words came out whimper-like and you hated how weak it made you sound. Yet fighting with John was exhausting. Sometimes when the two of you argued it felt like it was just another form of training for him.

He instantly softened. Not that you had the wits to notice. A fat tear rolled down your cheek and John’s hand instinctively raced forward to wipe it away. But from your point of view it looked like he was coming in for a slap. Your head flew back, colliding with the kitchen cabinet. You hissed, your hands coming up to apply pressure to the sting.

“Shite, Sweetheart.” He growled. His hands found your hips, pulling you towards him. “I would never.” He reminded. His hand found its way to yours and held you gently.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, cheeks flushed. You knew John would never lay a hand on you and you hoped he didn’t take your reaction too personal.

“Don’t apologize, Honey.” He muttered back, his lips pressed against the crown of your head.

His body stilled. In the midst of an argument- one that he can’t even remember why it started- he reached up to rub his face, the action causing you to flinch. He doesn’t even think it counts as a flinch, because you were basically bracing for impact.

“That what you think of me?” He started. Your heart dropped in your stomach at his words, thinking he was angry, but the look on his face was the opposite. His eyes were nervous. It seemed like he was waiting for you to tell him what you truly thought of him. You quickly shook your head.

“No, Si.” You assured quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting it and you moved so fast.” You tried to explain.

“I know I can be an arse sometimes but I would never hit you. Please tell me you know that.” His eyes bore into yours and you nodded your head.

“I do, Si.” You agreed. His hand reached forward slowly and you took the invitation wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Sorry for being an arse by the way.”

*maybe toxic behavior?*

Most of the time Johnny was an extrovert by choice. He could be the life of the party, charming and personable when he wanted to be, but he also needed his time to recharge. He’d just gotten back from a mission and wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch some TV show that took no brain power to understand. Instead he came home to you dressed up to the nines, heading out the door.

“Where are you off to?” He questioned, plopping his duffle bag by the door. You raced forward pressing quick kisses against his face.

“Just a little get together. Want to come?” You hummed against him.

“Didn’t I tell you I was coming back today?” He asked. You hummed in agreement, stopping your attack of affection when none of it was reciprocated.

“Yeah, you did. Why?” You questioned.

“I’ve been gone for three weeks and you’re just heading out the door.” He responded, his words nearly coming out like a snarl. This began the argument and before you knew it the two of you were screaming at each other in the entryway.

Johnny talked with his hands and that became dangerous when he was upset. His hand flung up, his fingers barely missing your cheek. All was silent. Your eyes fled with tears wondering how the man you loved could be so careless. His bright eyes were wide and were taking in every move or emotion you felt.

“I wasn’t going to”- He began.

“Sure seemed like you were going to.” You said back. He shook his head almost violently.

“Never.” He growled. “I would never hurt you.”

“Physically.” You emphasized. He shut his eyes tightly- all the hurtful things he said during the argument coming back to him.

He had a lot of making up to do.

*it’s so hard writing angst for Kyle b/c I feel like he is just the sweetest partner everrrrr*

He came home in a mood. The weight of the world on his shoulders. He brushed past you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before retreating to the patio for a quick smoke. He rarely smoked and the sight had you worried, but you gave him peace.

You were finishing up your laundry, not noticing as he came home behind you. When his hands touched you, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, your head colliding with the dryer.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He huffed from behind you. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized, holding your head right where you hit it.

“I didn’t even hear you.” You gasped.

“Well I’ve had training.” He smirked. “Let’s get you an ice pack, yeah? Don’t want you walking around town with a bump on your head.”

He was venting to you, to engrossed in his own feelings that he didn’t notice the drastic change in his demeanor. You weren’t use to the side of him- and he had made sure to keep it hidden from you. The last thing he ever wanted was to frighten you. It wasn’t until his arm flung out (not towards you) and you jumped that he’d noticed what was happening.

“Scheisse.” He muttered to himself.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly. “I don’t know why I did that.” You rambled. His worried eyes watched you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized. His hands reached out to grab yours and you pushed yourself closer to him.

“You didn’t really scare me, Konnie.” You opened and closed your mouth before continuing. “I’ve just never seen you so worked up before. You just surprised me is all.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bending down so his head could rest on yours.

“Still. There are ways for me to vent without getting all worked up, ja?”

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Hello!!! I was wondering if you could do something where Ghost and fem!reader (or can be GN!reader, whatever you prefer :)) work alongside each other in 141 and have secret romantic feelings for each other? And the team is sent on a mission, and Ghost and reader have to share a room with each other and it just gets super fluffy and cute, with a side of banter? Maybe they even reveal their crush?

If not, that’s totally fine! I hope you have a marvellous week 🤍💗

warnings: none really, fluffy, female reader, one bed trope (kinda)

He did a quick sweep of the safe house, rolling his eyes as he already heard the sound of your gear thumping to the floor.

“What did I tell you about letting your guard down?” He scolded, beginning to peels off his own gear. His mask was the first to go, a soft sigh leaving him as the tight fabric hit the floor.

“You looked like you had it covered.” You smiled. You reached into your bag grabbing a pack of wipes.

“Not a chance. Last time you cleaned my face you scrubbed me raw.” He huffed, his feet moving backwards. You paused, soaking up his handsome face before he tugged a clean mask on.

“Fine, but don’t get upset when you get pink eye.” You playfully sneered. He rolled his eyes at you before plopping down on the rickety mattress. “Umm, excuse me? What’re you doing?” You asked slowly.

“Relaxing.” He responded. He stretched, his back cracking back into place. He laid down, wanting so badly to kick off his tight boots.

“You always let me have the bed.” You reminded. You pushed his knee softly to get his attention.

“You don’t want this thing. Trust me, pretty girl, it’ll give you bedbugs.” He pressed, hitting you back with his foot.

“Well I’d rather have bedbugs than termites.” You insisted, sitting down on the edge.

“Suit yourself.” He groaned, moving to get off of it.

“Wait.” Your hand reached out gripping his shoulder. You could feel him tense and twitch under your hand. “It’s pretty big.” You began slowly.

“I know I’ve been trying that new workou”-

“The bed, not your shoulder dummy.” You huffed.

“Oh.” He sighed. “Oh.” He repeated, your words hitting him like a boulder. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Sweetheart. I don’t really sleep out here anyways- you know that.”

You laughed like you suddenly remembered that little fact about him.

“You’re right. I forgot.” You said flashing a fake smile. You always had trouble sleeping- especially on missions. You had never admitted it but one of the best night of sleep you’ve gotten was when you and Simon crashed on Gaz’s couch when you all got a little too tipsy. You woke up sandwiched between him and the cushion, his strong arms seemingly shielding you from whatever bad things crept into your mind while you slept. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been chasing that feeling since. He’d never admit it, but the same scenario flashed through his mind- and he’d be a liar too if he said it didn’t have the same effect on him.

It had gotten dark quick. The hooting owls provided a ambience you wished you could someone manipulate into being romantic. He had settled by a window smoking cigarette after cigarette to pass the time. His preferred activity was sneaking peaks of you ‘sleeping.’ He could tell you were faking it, nobody- not even you could look that perfect as they slept.

“We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, pretty girl. Better get to sleep.” His voice caused you to jump.

“I was.” You snipped. He ‘tsked’ putting out his cigarette with his boot. He stood up, grabbing his gun, propping it up next to the bed. “Make some room? If you haven’t changed your mind.”

You quickly scooted towards the wall and he rested his hand on your side to keep you from bumping into it.

“Don’t have to go that far. Don’t have scabies.” He huffed. You were shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t you usually sleep on your side?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yeah.” You agreed. You rolled over, facing him and you quickly realized he probably intended for you to roll the other way. Yet you were so close to getting what you wanted it felt weak to give up now.

“Si?” You asked quietly. He grunted, urging you to continue. “Could I- maybe.” You stopped yourself. You saw his blonde lashes flutter open again, his hazel eyes meeting yours. Without a word he lifted his arm up, the invitation being one you were dying for. You huddled close to him, your head finding its way to the crook of his neck. Your hand tangled itself in his sweatshirt (that you swore couldn’t be tactical). His head rested against your own and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the perfect fit.

“Thank you.” You murmured.

“Course.” He muttered back.

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Warnings: fluffy, meeting for the first time, making plans for a date, GN reader, storms, too long, not proofread

Maybe renting a cabin in-almost- the middle of nowhere wasn’t there best idea. It had been storming for the past four hours, making it impossible to take advantage of the beautiful world outside. You should’ve brought your rain boots.

You were pacing back and forth across the hardwood when your light flickered twice before going out completely.

“No!” You growled. You flickered the switch on and off as if that would do anything. “Fuck.” With a huff you tugged on your coat and slipped into your shoes, using your phone light to guide you. You went around the back of the house fiddling with the power box. “I better not get electrocuted.”

The thought of that alone was enough to make you close the power box. You turned on your heels making your way to the other rental house down the road.

“Hi Mrs. Collier, is your power on?” You smiled at the older woman as she opened the door.

“What’d your roof cave in?” She questioned, taking in your soak appearance. She moved out of the doorway, silently welcoming you inside.

“It’s been on and off for the past hour.” She sighed pouring you a hot drink. “I’ve got spare clothes in the hall closet- don’t want you to get my carpet moldy.” She shooed you off.

“Thank you Mrs. Collier!” You did as she had told and found a nice oversized shirt and sleep shorts.

“So what do we do? Just wait it out?” You questioned sitting at the counter. She pushed the hot drink towards you, then added another candle to the fifty she had on the counter.

“I do what everyone does when something goes wrong. Call John.”

“Who’s John?” You asked. She looked at you with furrowed brows.

“You’ve been living here for how long and you haven’t met John yet?”

You took a sip of your drink and shook your head.

“Well I guess that makes sense.” She sighed. “He’s in the military- high up I think and he does those special agent type things, Y’know like the things you see on TV- anyways he’s gone a lot, never too long but you can always tell when he is.”

“How so?” You pressed.

“The town falls apart, physically. I almost feel bad for the man, never seems to have time to relax.” Mrs. Collier continued. “Someone’s water heater is always going out, or there’s a storm and one time the Hathaway’s fence completely collapsed- sheep got out all over town. It was quite the sight.” She smiled to herself and you wondered for a minute if she remembered you were there. She shook her head breaking herself out of her trance. “Drink up honey, don’t need you gettin’ everyone sick.” She gave a gentle smile.

Suddenly the lights flicked on. You closed your eyes quickly not ready for the burst of light.

“You alright in there.” A gruff voice called from outside. There was a knock at the front door, before the person outside let themselves in.

“Thanks, John. What do I owe you?” Ms. Collier asked, sliding off the stool.

“I’ll take a muffin if you have any.” The owner of the voice suddenly appeared in the kitchen doorway. He paused for a moment when he saw you. His face softened and he offered you a polite smile. You were too flushed about his your appearance to return it. “I don’t think we’ve met. John Price. I live about a mile up the road.” (I know he’s British) He extended his hand towards you, not before wiping it on his pants. He wore a black rain coat, with his hood pulled up over a black beanie. The beanie was far too low for your liking, nearly covering his vibrant eyes. As if he read your mind he tugged it up slightly.

“Y/N, L/N.” You shook his hand, pulling away quicker than you probably should. “You said you lived up the road? That pretty cream colored house?” You asked. He chuckled at you. It was warm and inviting.

“Never been one to think my house was pretty, but yes that’d be the one.”

“Order up.” Ms. Collier handed John a large ziplock filled with muffins.

“Thank you, Doll.” John smiled. Ms. Collier let out a giggle swatting at him and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your own face at the interaction. “Where you staying? Need a ride back?” John turned towards you.

“Y/N’s power is out too.” Ms. Collier spoke for you, smirking at your flushed appearance. “They’re staying one house over.” Ms. Collier pointed towards the direction you came from.

“Let’s get you settled then.” John said, nodding his head towards the door.

“Are you sure?” You asked hesitantly. John nodded his head in assurance and you wondered what it was like to be someone with such a comforting aura. “Thank you.” You stood up, grabbing your wet clothes from the laundry room. “Thank you Ms. Collier.”

“Anytime, Honey.”

You started out the door but John pulled you back.

“Umbrella?” He raised a brow at you. You shook your head. He quickly unzipped his jacket, sticking his hand in his pocket and holding half of his jacket above your head. You instinctively shuffled closer. He was warm and smelled like pine- and a little something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on but it was smoky. You both began your track to your house, breathing a sigh of relief when you entered almost completely dry.

“Where’s your power box?”

“On the side of the house.” He nodded his head starting towards it. You began digging around your house for some sort of payment for him. He already had some baked goods and who knows what else he earned on his travels. The lights flickered on in no more than five minutes. Heavy footsteps thudded against your porch and John stopped in the doorway, not wanting to wet your entire house.

“Thank you so much!” You praised. “Now I unfortunately don’t really have any food, well anything substantial at least, but I have some cash.”

“Don’t know if you should be telling strangers you have cash in your home, love.” He scolded, shaking off his coat on the porch. You gave him a sheepish smile, to hung up on the endearment to fully take in his words.

“Yeah.” You sighed, still waiting for an answer from him. “So how much?”

“Dinner with me?” He said suddenly. You began to head over to your bag but stopped.

“I’m sorry, what?” You could hardly believe he wanted anything to do with you. Your hair was plastered to your face and you were wearing the worst clothes the 80’s had to offer. “Are you sure?”

He furrowed his brows at you. “Am I sure?” He repeated..“Something wrong with you?” He hummed. You nodded your head, but quickly shook it.

“No. I mean nothings wrong with me. Well that’s not true there’s probably a lot of things- somethings that I’m probably not even aware of. I’m sorry I shouldn’t say there are a lot of things wrong with me but”-

“Breathe, Sweetheart.” He interjected. “I’ll take dinner or you can just call this one free as a ‘welcome to town’ favor.”

“I like dinner.” The words came from your lips before he had even finished his sentence. He chuckled at you again.

“Good, I’ll pick you up tomorrow. 7:30 sharp.” He began making his way down your porch steps, back to his truck.

“Okay!” You shouted after him. “Thank you.” You knew he couldn’t hear you, so you decided it was a thank you meant for the storm.

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Warnings: medical inaccuracies, barely proofread, gn reader, sappy, probably not accurate character portrayal, blood, mentions of pain, abuse and death

“You scared or something?” Your eyes darted up from his bloody abdomen to his masked face. You shook your head, disagreeing with his question. “I don’t believe you.” He rasped out, shifting slightly.

“Please don’t move.” You requested as another glob of blood poured out of him. Your shaky hands wiped it away.

“Think you’re gonna have to cauterize it.” He groaned, digging around his vest for gunpowder.

“I don’t know how to do that.” You panted.

“I do.” He sighed, shoving a small bag of gunpowder into your hands. “Just throw some of that on and light it up.”

“Won’t you catch on fire?” You questioned. Regardless you dug into the bag and began spreading the small pellets over the gushing wound. “This doesn’t seem like the best option, sir.”

“Kid, I don’t have time to argue.” He growled, reaching in his pocket for his lighter. Your eyes widened at the depth of his statement and shakily you took the lighter from his hands. “Wipe your hands off.” He huffed. You washed the gunpowder off your fingers with your water canteen. He ripped his glove off and shoved the fabric under his mask and into his mouth to silence the pained screams he knew were heading his way. He gave you the nod to go ahead. He gave you a hard smack to the shoulder when you hesitated.

“Alright.” You growled. You held the flame up to his wound, wincing as it immediately caught aflame. Ghosts hand flung out and gripped your arm, his vision fading from the pain. The wound had been burned closed, but the pain had tripled. He regained consciousness as quick as he had lost it, his chest heaving up and down. You couldn’t begin to imagine the pain. The fabric of his gloves did little to muffle his howl of agony.

His grip on you had your bones creaking but it was a small ache compared to what you had just witnessed.

“C/S, Ghost, How copy?” You jumped as Price’s voice rang through your comm. You quickly spoke into your shoulder.

“We’re at the safe house. Ghost was stabbed, three inches across about an inch deep, had to cauterize it.” You explained. “He’s solid right now.” You heard a few curse words from his side of the comms.

“Can he make it two hours? Can’t get to you till daylight.”

You looked at Ghost for an answer. He mustered up the strength to nod.

“He can make it, Captain.” You affirmed.

You both said your goodbyes and well wishes.

“Do you need anything?”

“Cigarettes.”

“Don’t know if you should smoke covered in gunpowder, sir.” You said slowly. He growled, rolling his half lidded eyes.

“Flask- my bag.” He said shortly. You decided that was a fair compromise and dug around in his bag till you found his silver flask. Unscrewing the lid you held it up to him. He finished it off in two gulps.

“I have some painkillers. I know we probably shouldn’t mix the two but”-

“I don’t do pills.” He cut you off. “Don’t ask.” He groaned, laying with his back flat on the floor.

“Why don’t we move you to the chair?” You hummed, beginning to loop your arm with his.

“I like the floor.” He interjected. You let go.

“How come you don’t do pills?” You questioned. His closed eyes furrowed.

“Didn’t I tell you not to ask?” A series of coughs left his body and you held your breath hoping he didn’t cough up any blood. You shoved your water canteen towards him. “I know I told you not to ask.” He continued once the coughing ceased. He took a swig of water.

“I just think it’s odd. You smoke and drink but won’t take a few little pills?”

“Exactly.” Ghost growled. “Drop it, kid.”

“Dropping.” You sighed, holding your hands in the air. All was silent in the safe house. Calling it a safe house felt odd since it resembled more of a shed. You could see stars through the holes in the roof. You tore your eyes away from the twinkling above when you felt two holes being burned into you. “You okay?” You questioned, meeting his gaze.

“How long has it been?” Ghost asked, clearing his throat when his voice cracked.

“Since?”

“Since you talked to Price.”

You looked down at your watch.

“Three minutes.” You responded, two lines appearing between your brows. “Why?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it.”

His voice was calm. Eerily calm. If he thought he was on the brink of death, why the hell was he so fucking calm? Your hand shot up to your comms, but he stopped you.

“Don’t bother.” He groaned, another series of coughs wracking his body. You pulled your jacket off, using it as a pillow for him. “No point in anyone else gettin hurt.”

“How can you say that?” You gasped out. “You’re just willing to die?” His hazy eyes scanned up and down your sitting form before stopping at your face. His eyes traced over ever feature like it was the only thing keeping him present.

“I always knew it was gonna happen. Thought it’d be a bit more eventful, but”- He cut himself off with the shake of his head. You hadn’t know Ghost for very long. This was actually just your second mission with him- the first one he basically refused to talk to you. You preferred working under the wings of Captain and Gaz, so when Cap paired you with Ghost you hardly knew what to expect.

“It’ll be fine.” Price had said. He gave you a soft pat on the shoulder, trying his best to ward off the concerned look on your face. “It’s a simple two man job, in and out. Plus it’ll be good for you to learn something besides Gaz’s snarky comm talk.”

This wasn’t at all what you had expected. Actually you expected the roles to be reversed. You bleeding out all over the floor and Ghost relaxing in one piece. You leaned your back against the shed.

“Can’t believe I was afraid of you.” You mumbled. His eyes honed in on you. “You know when I was first excepted into 141 all everyone wanted to talk about was you. People at the academy still call and ask me if you’re at all like the rumors. ‘Can Ghost really rip someone’s spine out with one hand?’ ‘Does Ghost really wear the mask all the time?’ ‘Does Ghost really sleep upside down?’” You mimicked.

“Sleep upside down?” Ghost questioned. Even with his mask on you could see the smirk. “Like a bat?”

“Yeah, like a bat.” You huffed, slinking down. Your shoulders were pressed against each other and you wondered for a moment if you should scoot away. You felt his shoulder relax against yours.

“And what do you tell your friends?” Ghost hummed.

“They aren’t my friends.” You corrected. They paid no attention to you until Price started to. “But I tell them the truth.” You sighed.

“Christ Kid, I need to beat it out of you?” He huffed, urging you on.

“Like to see you try.” You gave him a pat on the arm. If he wasn’t almost dead he would’ve chuckled. “I tell them that you tell really, really bad jokes.” You smirked, drawing your words out.

“No you fuckin don’t.” He growled, his eyes blaring up at you.

“Someone had to ruin your reputation Lieutenant.” You bit your lip to hold back a laugh. “I’m lying. I don’t tell them anything- like I said I’m not friends with them.”

“Good.” He huffed, his body relaxing once more. “Also my jokes aren’t really, really bad.”

“Whatever helps you Lieutenant.” You mumbled, flashing him a side smile.

“You know for someone who’s watching another person die, you sure are cheeky.” Ghost shot back.

“I doubt you’re dying.” You pressed. “Also good news we just wasted fifteen minutes.”

It was hard to keep his eyes open. He kept his eyes trained above him, moving back and forth between your face and the stars.

“I almost killed my father.”

You turned your body to face him.

“Almost? Like an accident.”

“No.” Ghost sighed. “He was a shite, everyday, all day- except on my mothers birthday. That was the one day of the year he would get it together. He would take us all out to dinner and ice cream- one year we even went to a movie. I fucking hated him for it. He was taunting us, all of us. Showing us he could be a kind father and husband, he just didn’t want to be. After one of those days, when everyone had gone to sleep I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could. I stood over the bastard for two whole hours. I kept lifting my arms like I was going to do it, but then they would get tired and I would lower them. My hands were so sweaty and shaky I dropped the knife. It hit the floor and he woke up. Beat the livin’ shite out of me and took all the knives out of the house.” He chuckled at the last part like it was all some joke. Yet his reddening eyes showed the truth.

You released a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“I’m not ready to see him in hell.” Ghost’s eyes panned to yours like you held the solution. The man was frantic, even if he didn’t have the energy to be.

“You aren’t going to die, Ghost.”

“Simon.”

“What?”

“Simon. That’s my real name.”

“Okay. You aren’t going to die, Simon.” You assured. “Drink some more water.”

“You kids and your damn water.” He snapped.

“Kids? I’m like five-seven years younger than you are. You just feel extra old because of all the blood loss.”

“I’m going to take a nap.” He said suddenly.

“If that’s code for dying, you better not.” You scolded.

“I won’t die.” He spat. “Just need a rest.”

You begrudgingly watched as his hazel eyes slid shut.

“What are you doing?” He rasped. You pulled your head away from his chest.

“Checking for a heartbeat.” You explained.

“Oh, you find one?”

“Yeah. Sounds like a rock being throw around in a metal can.”

A small snort left him.

“That’s it alright.” His eyes opened slowly. The stars were gone. The sky a shade lighter.

“You’ve lasted an hour Simon.”

“Not my best.” He mused, letting his eyes fall shut again. You choked out a chuckle.

“Subtle brag.” You whispered, standing. You took a turn about the room, peaking through every crack in the wood.

“If you see something I’ll distract them while you run.” He grimaced, making a move it sit up. You quickly bent down to help him.

“That’s very noble of you, sir.” You commented. Truth be told a run sounded nice. You felt trapped in the small shed, your Lieutenant’s massive body taking up nearly fifty percent of it. “You have any more stories about your father?” You asked. Maybe talking would did you of some of your jitters.

“Yeah. None for you though.” He went silent for a moment, but you could feel words on the edge of his tongue. “What’d you mean earlier when you said you couldn’t believe you were afraid of me?”

You flushed. You plopped down opposite of him in the rickety wooden chair.

“Drop it.” You said, copying his own words. He shook his head.

“That only works when I say it. Fess up.”

You wished you could go back in time and slap yourself. How could you tell him what you really thought of him? Your eyes crept over to the gun propped up next to him. He would shoot you for this.

“Kid.” He pressed- no demanded.

“Earlier, I thought you were weak.” You admitted. You waited for a shot to be fired but it never came.

“Weak, for being stabbed?”

“No.” You opened and closed your mouth like a fish. “You were such a big deal at the academy, everyone made you out to be some sort of god- someone who only a few have seen but everyone has heard about. And here you are laying on the floor accepting your death.”

“You expected more from me?” Ghost added. You were too wrapped up in your own thoughts, nodding your head in agreement with him before his words had reached your brain. You stared at him with wide eyes about to disagree but he stopped you. His eyes bore into yours. You quickly looked away, not able to handle their intensity.

“I’ve been fighting a long time.” His words were just as intense as his eyes. “After a while you run out of excuses to keep fighting.”

“What qualifies as an excuse to you?” You questioned. His eyes looked you up and down.

“I think I’ve bared enough of my soul to you.” It felt like he was scolding you. You held your hands up, with a soft roll of your eyes.

“Ghost? Y/N!” Your head shot towards the wall, just barely being able to make out Soaps form between the small cracks.

“Oh thank god.” You instantly felt lighter, your hands itching to throw the door open. You were greeted with relieved smiles and pats. You almost asked them why they were early- but you bit your tongue.

“Told you, you’d be fine.” Price smiled down at you. His eyes widened when they landed on Ghost. “You on the other hand, fuckin’ hell.” Price took the stretcher from Gaz and began transferring Ghost onto it with the help of Soap.

“Don’t know how you made it this far, mate.” Soap groaned, grabbing the handles and hoisting the colossal man into the air. Price held the other side like it was a feather.

“He’s a tough bastard.” Price chuckled dryly. You moved out of the doorway, grabbing the guns that were tossed about the floor.

“Easy when I was confined with a chatterbox.” Ghost piqued up.

“Well you are good at entertaining yourself, sir.” You spoke from behind. He gave a wryly chuckle in response. Ghost was loaded into the helo, you next to him. You had never been so happy to be up in the air before. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the battering of the wind against your face. You opened them when you felt something brush against your hand. You looked down to see Ghost’s hand carefully resting by yours. You made no move to retreat or get closer. He seemed to be waiting on you doing one of the two. Finally he reached out and gave your hand a quick squeeze, before returning to his side.

To you it was a thank you- although you weren’t sure if you were any help. He meant it as a thank you too- but not for saving him because let’s face it, you weren’t too big of a help, but you gave him a sliver. A sliver of promise that maybe- possibly one day you could be an excuse to keep fighting.

I don’t know if I like this or hate it. It’s been sitting in my drafts since the dawn of time and it felt too long to not post. Hope you all liked it? 🥰🩷

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I wish I could tell you how much I adore your blog and writing, I swear the second I see you've posted I'm damn near breaking my mouse with how hard I'm clicking it! I'm generally pretty shy when it comes to talking openly to people I enjoy the content of, but I really wanted to let you know that you inspired me to start making my own content!, I'm pretty knew to writing fanfiction and tend to get lost in the writing itself. But Thank you for giving me confidence to write not only for myself but for others! (I really could go on about how I love the way you write for the characters.) I wish you a wonderful week friend, stay safe out there! Maybe one day i can tell you without using anon to hide behind. ッ

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Plz don’t be shy! Friends like you are the reason I genuinely enjoy writing and I can’t tell you how much this meant to me🩷I wish you all the luck in your writing!

P.S if you ever want to collab- let me know

Thank you for your support and kind words!

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BFF you’re back I’ve missed you (waiting on my monthly dose of angst fics from you) ‼️‼️‼️

Thank you so much bestie🩷

I have some more coming soon🫢

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PLEASE WRITE ABOUT PRICE MOREE UM BEGGINGGGGG

Warnings: none really, Frisky Cap, he has a crush on you

“That’s not going to work, every entrance is watched. They have people on the ground and cameras.” Gaz nearly huffed, running a hand over his face.

“Set me up across the street and I’ll take them out.”

“Cameras, Ghost, Cameras.” You reminded, nudging the hulking man with your elbow.

“We’re just going to have to use the front door.” Price spoke, rolling his shoulders out. His hands rested on the table, leaning forward. A small smile etched the corners of his lips. His eyes met yours and a tingle shot up your neck.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You stared back, leaning forward yourself.

“What’re you doing tonight?” He smiled.

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“Can’t believe I have to wear this stupid thing.” You grumbled, tugging at the dress clothes hugging your body.

“You look stunning.” You turned towards the Captain, suddenly feeling so small under his gaze. His soft eyes wandered up and down your form, stopping at your face, giving a nod of approval. He had imagined taking you out on a date numerous times, granted he would prefer it if Soap wasn’t babbling in his ear- but any excuse to be this close to you would do. His hand rested on the small of your back, his eyes asking you for silent approval. You didn’t meet his gaze, but you leaned into his side causing a hum to arise in his body.

“I guess it’s not too bad.” You were as red as cherries- a color that paired well with your outfit. The two of you walked down the narrow street stopping at one of the fanciest restaurants in Lisbon- also the office of a well known terrorist.

“Reservations for two, Price.” The man “guarding” the front eyed both of you up and down.

“Follow me Mr. And Mr./Mrs. Price.”

“Quite like the sound of that.” Price hummed, giving your hip a firm squeeze. Your hand swatted against his stomach, the boys practically giggling in your ear adding to the embarrassment.

“Cap’ stay focus please. I’m sure you two can reschedule a proper date after the job.”

“Shut up Ghost.” You growled.

“Table for two.” The waiter gently set down two menus. “Enjoy.” He gave a fake smile with clasped hands before heading back up to his post. Your hand gripped the chair, beginning to pull it out before you were stopped.

“Now, now, Sweetheart. Don’t know what type of dates you’ve been on but that will not be tolerated with me.” His breath hit the back of your neck, and you wondered for a moment if the small tickle you felt against your shoulder was from his beard.

It was going to be a long night.

I loveeeeeee this man so much!!!!!

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Ummm I'm obsessed with your writing- I think I've gone through your blog more like a ravenous animal than a reader.. thank you for giving such beautiful angst to the starving ferals. A complete Soap stan but I definitely died over the Price extended fights and fast cars piece too shdfkajgf.

I'd love to see your take on Soap being himself and accidentally taking it too far. Not in a genuinely mean way- reader getting overstimulated/overwhelmed (just not in the mood) and it flying over his head. Accidental bully syndrome with a sad puppy combo? Can be a fluffy ending or angsty ending, whatever you feel is more accurate!

Anyways I will happily snort the alphabet in any order you deem appropriate and thank you for keeping us fed!!

Warnings: Soap being a butthead, reader gets their feelings hurt(totally valid), cursing, sad Soap, use of Y/N, GN reader

“Mac.” You groaned. You were currently trying to work your way out of a headlock. You usually didn’t hate being trapped by Johnny’s perfect arms but you just weren’t in a good mood today. You didn’t sleep good last night. You had been surviving off a piece of toast from this morning. You were late for training with Ghost causing him to rip you a new one. You wanted nothing more than to make a quick microwave meal and sleep for fifteen hours.

“Can’t even get out of a headlock? Bit of an embarrassment to SAS, kiddo.” Johnny teased, tightening his grip.

“If I wanted to I could kick your bubble butt.” You gasped, tapping out. He quickly let go, patting your shoulders. He tsked his tongue shaking his head in disagreement.

“Johnny eat your food.” Ghost grumbled, taking a bite out of his own food. You watched patiently as your food spun around in the microwave, ready to grab it as soon as the neon green read end. You probably should’ve just grabbed it and gone to your room, but you plopped down at the kitchen island. “You did good today Y/N.” Ghost broke the silence. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “When you finally did show up.” A small smirk across his face.

“How come Y/N always gets compliments?” Johnny interjected before you could thank your Lieutenant. “If I was late you’d write me up.”

“Because they’re improving and putting in work. The only thing you put work into is that landing strip on your head.” Ghost chuckled, pushing Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny gave a fake chuckle and slapped his hand away.

“I still don’t buy that.” Johnny continued through a full mouth. He hopped up from his seat, beginning to wash his plate. “If it wasn’t for that big brain Y/N would be as useful as a rock.” He quipped. Your stomach dropped. It’s true you weren’t the strongest on the field when it came to combat, but you were a modern day Sherlock Holmes - able to find a way to get the team through any mission no matter the circumstances.

The pit in your stomach caused you to toss your dinner in the trash, retreating into your room without a word.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ghost growled. Johnny set his dish on the drying rack, turning to face Ghost.

Then he realized you were gone.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Johnny stumbled quickly. A wave of guilt washed over him. You knew he was kidding right? Did he tease you- of course, but he always made it obvious he thought the world of you. Constantly spewing out compliments and praises your way.

“You called ‘em useless you arse.”

“As a joke.” Johnny pressed, cringing himself at his words. “Shite.” He growled. He took note of your barley eaten dinner in the trash, grabbing bread and cheese from the fridge. He hoped a grilled cheese would be a decent peace offering.

“Y/N?” Johnny tapped his knuckles against your door gently. He didn’t hear a response. He took it upon himself to slowly open your door. You threw the covers over your head, wanting to hide from him and the light seeping into your room. “I’m sorry for what I said Kiddo. Y’know I didn’t mean it that way.” He apologized softly. He placed the plate down on your nightstand, siting on the edge of your bed. “We both know I couldn’t do what you do. I’ve toasted too many brain cells for that.” He chuckled nervously. He scratched at the back of his neck, growing more and more worried as the silence grew. “I made you a sandwich.” He rambled. “Come out and eat it please. I know I wrecked your appetite but you need to eat, keep your strength up.”

“Strength for what. Rocks don’t need nutrients remember.” It wasn’t your best comeback but you didn’t care. Johnny cringed.

“I was a bastard.” He apologized again. “I’ll let you sleep now.” He sighed heading towards the door.

After Johnny closed the door you quickly drifted off to sleep not waking up until your alarm went off the next morning. You instinctively braced yourself for your door to slam open and a heavy body tumble through it but that never came. You shut your alarm off, groggily pulling yourself out of bed. The cold grilled cheese on your nightstand brought back the memories of last night.

“Oh Mac.” You mumbled sadly. You grabbed the plate and made your way out to the kitchen. There was no sign of Johnny. You continued your morning routine hoping to bump into the Scot. You had no such luck. You were finally able to track him down in the training room. “Tavy!”

He swiftly placed his weights back on the rack sitting up to look at you. His eyes were red.

“Hey kid.” He smiled. Your demeanor seemed more like yourself. “I’m sor”-

“I know Mac.” You interjected. “You wouldn’t try to hurt me on purpose. Yesterday just wasn’t my day.” You explained, picking at your fingers. He gripped your hands in his.

“I know, that’s the worst part. I should’ve backed off but I pushed you. I won’t do it again, I promise.” He spoke sincerely. “I don’t think your useless either. If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Probably?” You smirked. The familiar playful glint came back to his eyes.

“Definitely.” He corrected.

(Mac/Tavy)= nicknames for Soap. You can’t tell me that man wouldn’t gobble up any nickname thrown at him

I feel so bad this has been rotting in my drafts! Thank you for your kind words and love of angst🥰

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I've been on your blog for an hour and I'm not leaving anytime soon. I don't know how you did it - but your blog feels homely and comfortable <3

Ahhhhh that means so much especially because your blog is absolutely stunning! Thank you!🩷

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hiie -🍄

can you do 141 and los vaqueros reacting to you waking up mad cause you had a dream with them?? something like you fight in the dream or whatever

I love your writing♥️

“Time to wake up, Honey.” His groggy voice sent shivers down your spine. Rough hands crept under your shirt, rubbing circles against your soft skin. He waited patiently for you to turn around and wrap your arms tightly around him, but that never came. With a playful huff he tugged you on to his chest. A pleased hum vibrated through him as your body fit perfectly against his. He pressed slow and steady kisses against your shoulder, making his way up to your lips. Just before he could you turned your head. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He murmured, his hands traveling down giving your butt a firm pat.

“John.” You mumbled back. Your hard exterior slowly faltering.

“What’s got my pretty thing so upset, hmm?” He whispered. He tried and once again failed to press a kiss against your lips.

“You forgot our anniversary.” You nearly sneered. His heart dropped into his stomach, but even in his sleepy state his mind was still so agile.

“Honey, I think you may have forgotten what day our anniversary is.” He hummed back, resting his cheek against your head.

“No, in my dream you forgot our anniversary.” You emphasized. You shook up and down on his chest as he chuckled.

“Does that sound like something I would do?” He questioned.

“No.” You responded quickly. “Thats why it hurt so much!” You whimpered, curling deeper into his chest.

“Well how about I make us some pancakes to make up for being an arse in your dreams?”

You woke up to a wet and loud raspberry being blow against your neck. You groaned loudly, your hands swatting anything in their path.

“Morning, Sweets.” Simon chuckled, easily dodging you. He kissed your temple, beginning to make his way out of bed. “Wanna come to the gym with me? Your boxing could use some technique.” His back cracked as he stretched.

“No, I’m mad at you.” You huffed, pulling the sheets back over your head.

“That so?” He hummed. “If it’s the way I woke you up just know I tried to do it the gentle way, but you never seem to respond to that.”

“You were mean to me.” You said from under your pile a blankets.

“What?” His whole attitude had changed, his hands quickly working to fish you out from your blanket fort. His worried eyes found yours and you suddenly wondered if you had made too big of a deal about this.

“In my dream.” You added quickly. His shoulder relaxed and he gave you a firm glare.

“Don’t scare me like that.” He huffed. “I’m not fucking responsible for dream Simon, yeah?” His tone was stern yet his eyes held a twinge of softness to them. You bit back a smile. You extended your arms to him and he quickly dipped down to meet you.

“Sorry, Si.” You whispered.

*Kinda triggering- maybe?*

“You’re breaking my mates heart, Kid.” You quickly looked away from your computer at the sound of Simon’s voice.

“What’d you mean?” You hummed turning back to the screen. Simon grabbed the back of your chair, manually pulling you away from your computer.

“He says you didn’t talk to him this mornin.’ He being an ass or something?” Simon questioned crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned against your desk the wood creaking in disapproval.

“No!” You said quickly, waving your hands. “It’s just- it’s hard to explain Ghostie.” You stumbled.

“Try me.” He pressed. You rolled your eyes, ready to be laughed at.

“Remember that time we were at the pool and he dunked my head underwater?” You started. Simon nodded his head. “Well I had a dream like that except- well, he really did drown me- well, he tried to at least. I woke up before anything actually happened.” You explained. You waited patiently for Simon to break out in chuckles, but that never came.

“I get that.” He said suddenly.

“You do?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yeah, I have dreams where I’m killed all the time.” He sighed, standing up straight. With that he patted you on the shoulder, heading towards the door. He opened it and you swore you could he at Johnny’s voice just outside.

“Stop your moping and get in there. Nothin’ you can’t fix.” Simon whispered from the doorway. Johnny stepped into view. He looked nervous- like a kid being sent to the principals office.

“Hi, Mac.” You smirked. His shoulders relaxed at that. “I’m sorry I was mad at you this morning.” He breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly cleared the distance between the two of you, peppering kisses all of your face.

“Made my morning, hell.” He huffed against you.

You woke up to your favorite breakfast and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Ky!” You hummed happily already forgetting about the hell you put that man through last night.

“Baby? Baby! Wake up.” Your eyes shot open staring at Kyle’s worried face above you. “You were thrashing in your sleep. Need to start wearing my gear to bed?” He hummed, trying the make a joke. He suddenly noticed the wetness around your eyes. “Why’re you crying?” He whispered softly. His thumb gently began to wipe them away. The dream came back to you immediately.

“You cheated on me, asshole!” You spat, turning on your side away from him. Now he knows without a doubt he’s never given you any reason to believe that, but that doesn’t stop his heart rate from picking up.

“I beg your pardon?” He spoke from behind you. Suddenly the pieces clicked in his mind and he couldn’t help a small smile despite the circumstances. “For real? Dream Ky is an asshole.” Kyle sighed. He carefully wrapped an arm around you, hoping you wouldn’t reject the comfort. You didn’t. “You gonna break up with him?” He asked, inching closer to you.

“I think I have to.” You mumbled sleepily. “I don’t deserve to be treated that way.” You yawned, pressing yourself against him.

“That’s right, babe. You’re so much better than that. Maybe you should just date me instead, hmm?” He smiled against your head.

“That’s a good idea.” You whispered, before finally falling back asleep.

Now Alejandro had never been a morning person, but waking him up this way was just cruel.

“Alejandro! Wake up!” A pillow thumped against his chest, affirming your words.

“What happened?” He groaned, tumbling out of bed. His hands went to find one of the many weapons he had stored under the bed.

“You don’t get to talk to me that way!” You yelled. His body slowed.

“What are you talking about, Mi vida?” His eyes had finally adjusted to the sun poking through the window. “Are you hurt?”

“Not physically. But emotionally, yes! Yes, I am!” You stated from your spot on the bed. “You were very mean to me, Alejandro.”

His brows furrowed and he felt his blood began to heat up. What did he do? He had always been nothing but adoring towards you.

“I think you have me confused with someone else.” He huffed, finally standing up from his tumble. He ran a hand over his face, trying to blink away his drowsiness. “And if someone was mean to you, you have ten second to tell me who.”

“No. It was my dream. I know who was in it.” You pressed. Your words finally sunk in and he let a few chuckles flow freely.

“Oh, My feisty little thing.” He smirked, scooping you up in his arms, tucking both of you back under the covers. He’d be dammed if he let your little fit disrupt his much needed sleep.

“I’m sorry I did that, mi amor.” Rudy apologized against your temple.

“It’s just so not like you.” You whined against his chest. “Even in my dreams you are always so sweet to me.” He nodded his head in understanding, his hands trailing up and down your sides, massaging wherever felt tense.

“You dream about me a lot?” He smiled. You quickly nodded your head.

“Yeah. Especially when you are away.” You murmured, pressing a kiss against his chest in apology for acting so silly.

He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it.

“Do you think, maybe, mi amor, that it’s all those true crime shows you’ve been watching?” He said hesitantly. “Because I don’t think I’ve ever given you a reason to think I would poison your food.”

“Maybe.” You sighed. “Rudy?”

“Yes, mi Amor?”

“Is now a bad time to ask you for some breakfast?”

I hope you liked this! Thank you for requesting and thank you for your kind words! 🩷🍄P.S sorry this took so long! I have so many requests just rotting in my drafts 😩

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Can you do a oneshot, 141 + Alejandro;Rudy, about a reader that can't sleep so she goes to play/watch something in the living room

the boys wake up and they will lie down next to her in the room so they won't be alone??

Your head turned to the sound of his door opening.

“Hey, Cap!” Your words came out chipper and he replied with a tired groan.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He yawned. He plopped down next to you, pulling your feet in his lap, massaging the ever-present ache in them. No words were spoken between the two of you. He drifted in and out. His comforting energy slowly broke away at your insomnia and you fell asleep curled up against his side, safe and warm.

“Wondering when you’d join me.” You huffed at his words, meeting him in the kitchen. He handed you a full cup of tea, guiding you back to the living room, his own cup in hand.

“Thanks for the tea, Si.” You hummed, taking a sip. You blamed the warmth flowing through you on the tea and not his large hand on your lower back.

“Course. Don’t mention it.” He paused for a moment. “Please.”

You giggled at his words, sitting on the couch.

“I wouldn’t do anything to ruin your reputation Lieu.” You smirked. He mumbled a small ‘thanks’ sitting next to you. He gripped the remote, quickly flipping to whatever tabloid talk show was playing.

“Mac, you had a long day. You should really be asleep. Don’t worry about me.” You sighed, stretching out on the couch. He waved you off, slipping on a pair of sneakers. Before you could question him, he grabbed your legs, pulling you off the couch. “Mac!” You squealed.

“We’re goin’ for a ride.” He explained. He grabbed his car keys, closing the door behind him. You thanked your stars that base was practically empty at this hour.

“Well can you at least put me on my feet. All the blood is rushing to my head.” You whined, swatting at his legs. With a chuckle he flipped you back over, wrapping a bulky arm around your shoulder.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You snapped out of your trance, smiling as Kyle came into view. You covered a yawn.

“Ya.” You sighed. “I don’t know why. Maybe my adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet.”

He hummed in agreement, sprawling out next to you on the floor.

“Wanna watch cringy TikToks?” Kyle questioned already pulling out his phone.

“Absolutely.”

“Get up.” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you.

“What?” You questioned. Your body moved on instinct, knees already hoisting you to a standing position.

“I don’t know why you’ve been having a hard time sleeping lately but it stops tonight.” Alejandro said firmly. He wrapped an arm around your middle guiding you back to your room.

“I’m not tired.” You fought.

“You’re not tired now, but you will be tired in the morning. Then I have to deal with a grumpy sergeant.” He smirked. “I’ll stay with you till you fall asleep, Mi Vida.”

“Want company?” Rudy asked.

“If it’s you- always.” You smiled. He rolled his eyes at you, sitting down next to you. He put his arm over the back of the couch- a silent invitation for you to come closer. You took it without a second thought, curling yourself against his side.

“I don’t know how you watch these shows.” Rudy sighed, his tense muscles beginning to unwind.

“It’s just a nice break from the real world.” You yawned, your eyelids already feeling heavy.

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Hello! I was wondering if you could writing like a little one shot about this tiktok I saw it’s angsty and could be triggering so if you don’t feel comfortable with it it’s all good :) here is the link btw: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT88wN5Fa/

You had a hard time falling asleep that night.

Maybe instinctually you knew. Knew it would be your last night with him. Knew that it would be your last night curled up in the ‘safety’ of his arms.

Your heart burned at the thought.

Did you know you were going to almost die that night?

If your thrashing and nails digging into his forearms hadn’t woken him up. If he had stayed wherever he was in his slumber for thirty-forty seconds you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d rather be dead. It would be easier than hot iron going through your chest every time you breathed.

His face. It hurt worse than the forming bruises around your neck. You could feel the air filling your lungs- your vision coming back only to see his face, twisted in agony, watching the one person he allowed himself to love come back to life after he had nearly killed them. He had thrown himself off the bed, his shaky form standing at the foot of it.

You wished you comforted him. Told him it wasn’t his fault, that it was an accident. You were scared though. So scared. Both of you knew he could’ve done so much worse. That’s why he didn’t stop you when you got up and began packing a bag, mumbling something about staying at a friends house. Neither of you knew what to do- other than run away. He stumbled on weak knees into the dinning room, not saying a word as you left.

You ended up staying at a hotel. Your sobbing was so loud you would be embarrassed showing up at a friends house in such a state.

He hadn’t moved an inch. His body rigid against the wooden chair. He was in shock. He didn’t even know what had happened, but waking up to you screaming and trying to claw his eyes out told him enough. His eyes scanned over his forearms. Deep, angry scratches cursing his skin. He ran a hand over them, the dried blood crumbling under the harsh action. That’s when it happened. The shock wore off- the adrenaline. He picked up his phone, clicking on your face.

You were too busy crying to notice the ringing.

He apologized. Nothing fancy.

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, a wave of pain washing over him. He hung up.

“You understand, don’t you?” Your tone was pleading. Like you wanted him to affirm you were making the right decision.

His throat burned. His jaw creaking as he continued to hold back a sob. He didn’t deserve to feel bad for himself. His red eyes trained on the wall behind you. He finally worked up the nerve to nod his head. He did agree with the decision. He obviously couldn’t control himself. You kept your arm hidden behind you. He could feel a request to see his damage about to pass from his lips. He bit it back.

“You aren’t going to say anything?” You croaked, tears continuously spilling from your eyes. His hand darted out without a second thought, the overwhelming desire to protect you wasn’t just something he could shut off. You flinched back, not expecting the sudden movement.

He stood up from his seat. He was going to break down and he couldn’t let you see it. It would change your mind. You would feel bad for him and compromise your own safety by staying with him.

“Sorry, Honey.” He managed to get out. He grabbed his bag by the door, locking it behind him.

He woke up with a gasp, his hands quickly fleeing to the damp sheets. He patted around his hand itching to grip onto some part of you. He felt nothing but icy sheets.

Suddenly he remembered.

His world collapsed for what seemed like the millionth time. Groaning to himself he sunk back down into the sheets, pulling the covers over his head. He buried his face in your scrunched up sweater.

He knew he wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep, his thoughts and actions haunting him. He hand darted out from under the covers, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand. Even though the brightness was blinding, he had found your contact with ease, his heart flipping in his chest as it rang.

You didn’t answer.

Your inbox was full.

That provided him with a bit of comfort. It meant you hadn’t deleted all the voicemails he had left you. He prayed that you listened to them, even the disgustingly sloppy ones. He meant every word of them, every apology, every plea for forgiveness. He tossed his phone not caring where it landed.

There was a knock at his door.

“We have training!” It was Gaz.

“Comin.” He yelled back. His voice cracked. He pulled himself out of bed grabbing a wrinkled shirt off of the floor, tugging it over his head.

His team eyed him, worry evident on their features.

“You try callin’ again?” Price questioned. Johnny nodded his head, filling up a large thermos with coffee.

“Inbox full.” He answered curtly.

“You know if you need to take a few days off to go home and fix it, I’ll write you up a pass.” Price offered, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“S’alright. I think some space would do us some good.” He lied. He didn’t know what else to do. He needed time to think- come up with another course of action. He’s done everything he could think of. Call you repeatedly for forgiveness. He’s poured his heart out into letters and mailed them. He’s sent gifts to your home. He just can’t wrap his head around this being the end of you two. He was a man of action and none of his actions seemed to be fixing the problem.

He wouldn’t give up though.

“There you are. I was beginning to worry.” He gave you a nervous smile, leaning in to press a kiss against your temple.

“Sorry.” You breathed. You moved closer to him craving his warm skin against yours.

“How’s your side?” He asked softly, taking a step back.

“It’s fine Ky.” You murmured.

“I’m sorry, Baby.” He had been apologizing since that night. It actually would’ve been funny if he didn’t break one of your ribs. He had kicked you off the bed during a nightmare. He’d woken up to some terrible sights, but nothing would beat you crying on the cold, hard floor.

“I know, Ky.” You sighed. Your eyes glanced up at him and they instantly filled with tears. “I’m not mad at you. It wasn’t even your fault, Kyle. I just wish you wouldn’t treat me like I was made of glass.” Your tears boiled over and he quickly took your face in his hands shushing you. “You won’t even sleep in the same bed as me.” You whined, pawing at his shirt. His own eyes turned red, fighting against the wetness growing in them.

“I just can’t have that happen again, Lovie.” He stated firmly.

“Then why are we even together?” You growled. His face dropped, but it quickly curled again at the tightness in his chest. “If you are going to walk around like a sad puppy all day and never touch me then why are we together?” You emphasized. He took a deep breath, nodding his head in agreement. A sob left you, thinking he was about to put the last nail in your coffin. You just wanted to push him- give him a wake up call. Not actually break up.

“Fuck, Baby.” He cursed. He wrapped his arms around you careful to avoid the large bruise at your side. “You’re right I’m sorry. I’ve been acting like I’m the victim.” He peppered the top of your head in kisses- the little action making you melt against him.

“No one’s the victim, Ky. It was an accident.” You reminded. He hushed you with more kisses.

“There are spot for me in bed tonight?” He hummed and you quickly nodded your head against his chest.

I’m sorry but I can’t imagine a world where anyone would break up with freaking Kyle Garrick.

“Mein Herz, Please wait.” He pleaded, following you around your shared home. You were nearly hysterical- not that he was much better. His towering form shaking as he tripped over the tornado you were creating in the house as you grabbed your most precious belongings.

“Let me go, Konig.” You sputtered, wiping at your face.

“You need to think about this Schatz.” He warned from behind you. “It’s late, you shouldn’t be out roaming around right now. You can stay in the bedroom and I’ll stay in the guest room.” He was negotiating with you at this point.

“Why because it’s so much safer here?” You spat turning on your heels to face him. “I woke up to my husband choking me in his sleep. What if you didn’t wake up Konig?”

“I know, Mein Herz.” He choked. This was the most brutal experience of his life. He often wondered what he had done to deserve you. Now he’s beginning to realize he deserves to lose you. “We can talk about this in the morning. I know you’re scared, My Love, but you can’t just leave, especially at this time of night. Please.”

You stopped for a moment. Your heart pounding in your chest. You suddenly felt so weak. The adrenaline must be wearing off. Despite your words you knew you would be safer here than out at this ungodly hour. You kept your back to him, your words coming out harsh and cold.

“Fine. I’ll take the guest room. I want you to leave me alone though, understand?”

He swallowed hard, a few tears escaping the iron grip he had on them.

“Of course, Mein Herz.”

Thank you for reading! This probably isn’t the most accurate depiction of their personalities but I’m delusional🩷

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okay. so. first of all, i love your theme. never seen anything like it. literally obsessed. YOU’RE SO ORGANISED???? LIKE HUH?????

secondly, could you write graves with a plus sized or chubby—whatever you wanna call it—s/o? maybe reader bakes or something but it’s ultimately your choice.

thank you so much for so much as reading this request!!! have a great day!!!

“Where’s my little slice of sweetness?” You rolled your eyes at the booming voice entering the house. Your dogs yapped excitedly racing towards the front door. “Not you two.” He smirked, patting them each on their sides.

“Hey, handsome!” You yelled from the kitchen.

“There you are. Hey, Baby.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. He rested his hands on either side of you, pressing his nose into your hair. “I missed you, Sugar.” He hummed, one of his wide hands gripping your waist. He gave you a firm squeeze.

“You saw me this morning.” You hummed back. You looked over your shoulder pressing a kiss against his dimple.

“Far too long if you ask me.” He sighed. You smiled at him before going back to your work. His lip pouted at your loss of attention. He placed his hand in the flour making sure it was heavily coated before giving your bottom a firm smack.

“Phillip Graves!” You shouted, your hands darting down to pat away the white handprint. His let out a hearty laugh, the kind that relaxed your muscles. He wrapped both of his arms around you pulling you tight against him.

“Couldn’t help myself, Sweetness.” He explained, giving your forehead a quick peck. He let go of you, not before giving your bottom another pat. He nearly sprinted out of the kitchen so he didn’t have to catch your wrath. “Let me know if you need a taste tester, Sugar!”



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Thank you for your kind words! I sprinted to do this request because #1- you are so nice and #2- I have never written Graves and #3- I think this is the perfect prompt for him because he would absolutely call his s/o all those sweet sappy nicknames! I hope you liked it!