sweet, little misunderstandings w your boys 🤍
sfw, clueless tf141, fem implied reader, misunderstandings, you’re sick but they don’t know, miscommunication trope (one-sided, from the guys’ side), repeat after me, “john price is a snorer and we still love him!”, ends in fluff <3 no beta, we die like men.
you take pride in knowing you have a pillar to lean on. your big, burly husband has never, ever, ever lost his composure or been caught off guard by anything in your time together. always ready with a solution to any problem, prepared to fight and win, and stay logical in every argument.
that is, until miscommunication decides to plant its seed in his brain and he picks up hints you hadn’t dropped in the first place. you’d been oblivious to your partner’s growing confusion until one day…
ᢉ𐭩 capt. john price
price had been in a pickle.
initially, he wasn’t sure if he was overthinking things but he could’ve sworn you’d been a bit distant the last few days. he had tried everything he could, between his job that locks his schedule for weeks and all the paperwork he’d had to complete early to come home to you faster this time.
he knew you had an independent streak in you and sometimes refused help - or worse - even just asking for it, but he couldn’t stay in the dark any longer. over the last few weeks, he’d picked up on hints here and there that left him confused and honestly, sort of concerned. he knew you could be reclusive at times, hell, he wasn’t the most emotionally in-tune person out there either. but he knew that he’d needed you to open up this one time, if only just for his sake.
one night, during a team dinner at his place, he had been keeping a close eye on you like the past few days. watching your interactions, studying your body language and facial expressions, your mannerisms, your behaviour, just anything that could give him a clue as to what was going on in that pretty little head of yours.
and once the night was finally over, he decided to wait on your shared bed as you finished up your nightly routine in the washroom.
unbeknownst to him, you’d had a mean cold for the last two weeks and had been taking all precautions necessary to not spread it to him. from over the counter medicines to home remedies, you might’ve just tried everything. you sniffle into a paper towel as you come out and freeze as you see your husband sitting at the edge of the bed, hands crossed over his big chest as he looked at you with a serious expression.
“love?” you asked, kind of confused at his serious stance.
his eyes soften immediately at the sight of you - red nose, puffy eyes, the crumpled tissue in your hand. the man who moments ago was steel and command now just looks like a disappointed husband who doesn’t know how to comfort his wife. “what’s going on? have you been crying? have i done somethin’?” your husband asks.
this is when realisation kicks in and you understand just how wrongly your distance was accepted. you immediately discard your used napkin and go up to hug him into your chest, standing between his spread legs. you could move planets to prove his insecurities wrong in a second. “no, no, no. oh you’ve got it all wrong. i’ve got a cold, see?” you tried proving with an exaggerated inhale to prove your blocked nose, the pain that followed ignored immediately. “i just didn’t want to transfer it to you, risk getting you sick as well. i’m so sorry, i didn’t think i was being too distant.”
for a solid three seconds, he just stares up at you, stunned. then he lets out a rough, disbelieving chuckle that rumbles deep in his chest and spreads warmth where it connects to your stomach.
"you... you idiot!”. he grips your hips lightly, shaking his head as he leans his forehead against your stomach with a groan. “i thought you were pulling away because of me… i spent the last week watching every damn step you took like some bloody paranoid ghost. And it was just a damn cold?”, he said gave you a half-amused, half-exasperated look.
she just chuckled at his worrying and held his face softly as she kissed the top of his head. “jus didn’t want you to catch a cold and then snore beside me all night.”, she teased with a big smile.
"next time just say you’re snotty and contagious, yeah? save an old man the heartache. i’d rather snore than let you suffer alone.” he didn’t wait before finally pulling you in for a kiss he’d been stopping himself from taking for days now.
…
safe to say, he ended up with a cold too, and you did indeed have to deal with his snores for a week.
ᢉ𐭩 lt. simon “ghost” riley
simon stayed quiet for most of the drive home, his focus on the road. he was so deep in thought he almost forgot she was even there. asleep in his passenger seat, facing away from him. his mind replayed their recent conversations, the small hints of distance, and the subtle signs of what he assumed was them growing apart.
he exhaled a slow sigh as he glanced over at her, sound asleep with her back turned to him. it was always a good feeling, knowing she felt safe enough sleeping near him. it might not be a big deal to a civilian, but for someone who’s spent years in the military, this might just be his biggest badge of honour. he wondered constantly what might’ve went wrong. you’d been sleeping a bit further away from him these days too. and as much as he said he hated cuddles, they were always part of the time of day he’d looked forward to the most.
simon riley, big, scary lieutenant. rendered useless because he hadn’t held his wife in his arms at night for seven days straight. this had to stop, and it was stopping as soon as he could make it possible. simon has never been good at emotions, never faked a promise saying he’d be the best husband ever. but god damn it, if he wouldn’t die trying for you.
as he pulled up to their house and switched the engine off, he stopped for a minute and just looked at your sleeping form. you’d always looked so gentle when you slept, sometimes even donning your own weird expressions as you explored the world of your dreams. but right now, you just looked troubled. troubled, even in your sleep. simon’s always believed in doing things instead of dwelling on his emotions. and so, he gets out of the car and goes to your side, unbuckling you and lifting your sleeping form up bridal style as he takes you inside your home.
he feels you stir slightly as you gasp and try to push away but his arms only tighten around your figure. “tryna run away from my mean mug, that it, bird?” he’d asked gruffly as your eyes opened groggily from your sleep.
“huh? baby, what…?” you asked softly, as you rubbed at your eyes to wake up properly and looked at your frowning husband. you couldn’t help but think he looked so cute, like a sad puppy, as he bore his eyes onto your face. “what’s that all about?” you ask finally, as he settles you onto the couches of your living room, before lighting up the fireplace.
“why’re ya running away? feel like ive been waltzing around for yer attention for days now. if i did something wrong, how do i fix it?”
“simon?” your expression fell flat at his tone. you’d assumed the distance you put between the two of you would’ve been helpful considering he wouldn’t get sick as well but you just realised you hadn’t told him you had a cold. “oh god… i’m such an idiot…” you could feel your cheeks heat from embarrassment as you covered your face with your hands.
“none o’that now. what?” he reassured immediately as he pulled your hands away and looked at you head on.
“i’m not running away from you, sweetheart, i’m just sick. i thought i’d told you i had a cold but i guess it just slipped from my mind with all the exhaustion. i’ve been missing being beside you side every second…” you’d explained softly, trying to explain and reassure as best as you could. “i’m not. pulling. away. i’m right here.”
you could’ve sworn you saw simon’s shoulders visibly lose their tension as he just sighed and pulled you close - and this time, you didn’t bother resisting as you felt the familiar contact. the skin-on-skin feeling you’d been craving for a week came back flooding and left you a little teary at how much you’d missed him. you clutched at the back of his shirt as he rested his big hands behind your head and waist to stabilise you.
“i don’t care if it’s the plague you’re carrying. i’m holding you and that’s that. end of discussion.”
…
simon riley did not end up with a cold afterwards and it really left you wondering if it was your immunity that had gone for a toss.
ᢉ𐭩 sgt. johnny “soap” mactavish
nope. no. this just cannot be happening. out of everything johnny has been through in his life, this has to be the worst thing possible. he’s been a sergeant long enough to see the worst that humanity has to show and still, nothing yet could compare to this sea of distance between him and his beloved wife.
johnny mactavish has only ever been smitten by his wife ever since he laid his eyes on her. he’d seen you in a bar once, years ago, and rambled on about you for days. indirectly asking his teammates questions like, “do you think that bonnie lass at the bar would go for an army man? nah, right?” or “wonder what that lass is doing right now, you only meet that kind of woman once in your life, yeah?”. it got to the point where he annoyed everyone in his task force enough that someone had to step in and shove him towards you to finally get him to shut up and make a move.
to think that every step building towards your marriage had led to this left an unsettling feeling sink in down in the depths of his stomach. he couldn’t digest anything he ate, or take in anything he drank in. the world had, quite literally, lost all its colour ever since he felt the slightest bit of distance between you two.
yeah no, he doesn’t let you distance yourself from him. he’s on you the second he feels something wrong and corners you immediately as he sees you wiping under your eyes. his hands braced on your forearms as he made you sit down on a sofa and kneeled down in front of you. “what? what is it? why’re ya cryin’?” you couldn’t help but laugh at your husband’s endearing state of worry as you reveal your eyedrops to him.
“they’re just eyedrops love, im not crying. i have a cold, and my eyes burn a little so i needed some extra help.” you explained softly, touched by johnny’s protective stance as he sighs in relief and immediately crushes you into him. you realise just how much you must’ve let your husband stew in his insecurities if he had been left so troubled now. you pulled away slowly, holding his face and placing chaste kisses all over his face. the face you have engrained on the back of your eyelids with how much you love him. he interrupted you before you could say anything else.
“no more time away from me. i don’t care if i get sick, you are not getting sick alone.” he said adamantly, like a kid demanding to not be separated from his favourite stuffed toy. you couldn’t help but agree with anything he said when he got like this and just smiled softly.
…
johnny mactavish got much sicker than you ever were, but in his opinion, it was all worth it because now you’re here and taking care of him all the time. win-win.
ᢉ𐭩 sgt. kyle “gaz” garrick
yeah no baby, you’re real cute if you think you can hide anything from this man. this man has every little thing about you either memorised or written down, you are not escaping with a lil distancing from him.
he already recognised your symptoms from miles away, before you even noticed, and already chided you to take better care of yourself. of course, you don’t listen to him and end up sick anyway but it doesn’t matter. he already has everything planned and ready to execute. emergency cough drops, seven different types of cold syrups and medicines, and even a steamer you didn’t know the existence of until you got this horrible cold of yours.
this can only end one way, which is with you well rested and quite possibly shaken to tears at being loved so much to have someone already notice your habits and prepare for anything bad that could happen. to be loved is to be known, and perhaps kyle knows you like the back of his hand already.
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yeah okay so maybe i went a little overboard w this one but who cares!!! go crazy, be whimsical!!! i hope yall like it, if anyone reads this? lemme know however yall feel about this one and stay safe and happy <333
