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Well now i'm crying cause I tries answering an ask and Tumblr ate everything
I havent written that much in months and it's gone
Is it gone forever? I dont think i'll get anything back but if anyone knows smth pls let me know
Imagine price getting a new younger secretary and he's just awkward.
The team love them, trying to get him to at least have a bit of small talk with them. His secretary is convinced that he's waiting for them to slip up. He is convinced that he has nothing in common with them and would only make them uncomfortable
Imagine his suprise when he finds out that the perfectly whistled tune of 'always look on the bright side of life' he had heard a few days prior, was brought to his ears by his new Helper.
He only realized because they were singing it under their breath now, connecting the other times he heard their singing on base. Some of his favourites had been 'the silly walk song' and 'sit on my face'. He almost choked on his saliva, coughing lightly as a slow smile spread over his lips
"you like monty python, luv?"
The team was always teasing soap when new years came around
Always saying how they don't want to see his mug on tv and all that
They dont know that he spends that night with his neurodivergent partner and their 3 cats without any fireworks, cozy under a blanket and watching comfort movies
He had installed noise protection for the house when they remodeled it to keep unwanted stimulus out
For anything else unwanted he had proper training and a gun if needed
a/n: happy new year! i wish you all a less stressful year than 2025 was
If you sent me an ask I promise I haven't forgotten and I still want to answer!
I'm just not that well at the moment
a/n: merry christmas! or crisis in some cases. It's late and may be shitty but I had to many breakdowns over scarves not to do smth
Just Simon storming into readers apartment cause the walls are shitty and he can hear their sewing machine rattling till 2 am for the third night in a row
He doesnt expect to be met with a raging neurodivergent mid breakdown throwing the fabric weight in their hands at him
He catches it and backs out the door, never taking his eyes off them incase the weights brothers decides to take flying lessons too
Only on christmas does he discover why his sleep was disrupted so much
They made personalized scarfes for the whole team
Not proof read
lion hybrid price x lioness hybrid reader
Price was glad that his human percentage won over his lion dna when he saw you rushing into work with a baby strapped to your chest and a five year old on your hand
In nature a lion would be tempted to kill any cubs not of his own blood but his blood only boiled in desire
You worked closely with the 141 when they were on base but with you being married, price had refrained from adding you to his pride
You rushed past him, your 5 year old waving at him with a toothy grin, while you muttered furiously about 'damn daniel bailing last minute cause he'd rather sleep in'
Ears swiveling to follow your steps a slow smile crept onto his lips. Seemed like trouble in paradise.
Simon is coming home from work later than normal. When he opens the door he is greeted with excited meowing at his feet and soft sniffles from the living room.
Trudging further into the aparment he finds you curled up on the couch, cat toy clutched in one hand, a tissue in the other.
Dropping his things on the side, he ignores the chattering menace circling his legs and drops to his knees.
The Bengal mix hops on the couch, stretching to nuzzle whatever she could get of him.
"Hi, Si" you sniffle, wiping your nose and giving him a watery smile
"Wot's wrong, pretty girl?" he asks, eyes flitting over your features. He reaches out to wipe away the tear tracks and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"She just wouldnt stop crying for you" the whine in your voice makes something clench in him. His eyes go to the cat, thats still trying to get him to pay attention to her, climbing over your legs to get closer to him, trilling and meowing.
"you gave your momma a hard time, huh?" he mumbles, finger scratching under the cats chin, going around to pet over her back. The fluffy fiend mrows at you and closes her eye in bliss.
Nodding with a sniff, you uncurl from your blanket nest and greet him properly with a kiss to his lips.
At least you try to, because when you get close enough, a furry head gets wedged between you both.
Okay guys! My brain went down a dark lane and I had to get it out somehow. Not really proof read
ghoap, ghost x soap
cw: suicidal ideation, major character death, death fantasies
Sometimes I'm just giggling at my own brain
It just screamed kardamom-my at me because i was thinking of making some pilaw
And now I cant stop thinking about karda-mommy being the kitchen equivalent to muscle mommy
Okay guys! My brain went down a dark lane and I had to get it out somehow. Not really proof read
ghoap, ghost x soap
cw: suicidal ideation, major character death, death fantasies
You know how men's voices get lower when they're talking to a person they're romantically attracted to?
Yeah, well, how much fucking lower can Ghosts voice get???
This guy probably is a chain smoker barely escaping lung cancer.
When he's near his partner, does he just croak???
With my new backbrace I got inspired! Well its just a thought
soap x chubby reader
If you thought soap was handsy before you haven't seen him drool for you when you're decked out in all your braces
Sure it means you have a low stability phase but he cant help but be mesmerized how your pudge bulged between the straps and snaps, how your rolls became more prominent over and under where the brace sat on your beautifully fat stomach. How you pouted in frustration when the snaps wouldnt fasten and the doe eyed look you gave him when asking for help. His fingers, thick and acarred, made quick work of your knee braces and had you strapped in securely in a few seconds. Pushing the digits between fat and velcro, he tugged a bit which made you slightly wobble in place, shooting you an impish grin, he tugged again but way harder. The result came as wanted, you landing on his lap and his arms anchored round your waist.
"lemme up johnny! I gotta wear the back brace while cooking"
"shhh hen, lemme say goodbye to my favourite gal" before he ducked and started kissing your clothed belly, nearly ripping the shirt to stick his whole head under the gabric when he didnt feel close enough.
You shrieked with laughter when his stubble met the sensitive flesh, feeling his lips kiss and suck the strech marked skin. He once told you he loved how your stripes looked with a hickey so he made it his mission to leave as many as he could, a constellation of his love for you.
His hands were busy kneading your sides like a cat, and if he could he would've purred, feeling your soft form against him and your weight soothing his always running mind. You were like his very own fidget toy. The thin skin of your stretchmarks perfect to trace and fiddle with, the fat nodules like tiny marbles under your skin and always changing, hiding new secrets for him to discover.
When he decided he had enough for now, he helped you to your feet. Well...more like grabbing you and setting you upright.
You wobbled for a moment until he set his paws on your shoulders to stabilize you. Stroking your cheek, he reached behind you to grab your brace and wrap it around your midsection, leaning down to press one last kiss to his 'beautiful gal' before closing it. While doing so he jerked you in his direction, making you stumble into him once more.
"falling for me again, hen?" he smirked and closed the brace fully, tightening the straps to fit your waist better.
"always" you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his jaw and laying your head in his neck.
He always smelled so good. Like sandalwood, smoke and a hint of geranium. It always reminded you of a night spent with him in a log cabin, surrounded by woods years ago.
When you found the strength to pull away he took a step backwards to take a better look at you.
"Crabbification complete" he mumbled with a satisfied smile. God, seeing you laced and tied up in those braces really did something to him.
He needed to ask Ghost for rope recommendations.
You know these things? You cant tell me one of the guys wouldn't try to grab you by those straps cause when you slouch there is that space between orthetic and body that just generates that urge
Nothing's new - part 1?
Am I projecting in this? Yeah, I am, what about it? That's what fanfiction is for. Anyway, angst! Bullying/discrimination of autistic traits/individual. I'm trying to expand my writing, and this is an idea I've had for a while.
Even after an Op, with your muscles aching, your head spinning, and adrenaline crashing, all you could think about was the new Backrooms movie. "I think they said Kane Pixels is working on it! And A24 always makes really good movies. If this is just a cash grab, I'm going to cry." You ranted, watching the world pass us through the window outside.
"You cry at everything." Ghost grumbles, rubbing his temple slightly. "It's a movie. It's not that big of a deal." He continues, looking you up and down for a second before shaking his head. You press your lips together a little, shrugging.
"It's a big deal to me." You retort back, unable to help yourself. "Especially if they make it good. I'm just really looking forward to it."
"We can tell." He sighs, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes. "You don't shut up about it. Ever." You want to defend yourself, but Soap chuckles in agreement, and you chew the inside of your cheek.
I forgot how annoying I can be when it comes to my special interests, and it's not like anyone wants to talk right now anyway. You lean back in your seat and stare back out the window, falling quiet.
They probably didn't want to see the movie with you anyway, maybe you should sell the extra tickets you bought. You keep quiet, even as everyone else falls into conversations. No one wants to hear about the movie, or maybe they just don't want to hear from you.
John knows better than to say "in a minute, love." When you ask him to do something.
Before he knows it, you've rearranged half of the living room and are drilling a mount into the wall for the new TV. If he wasn't going to do it, than you would.
John just does what you ask now.
He would be driven crazy by me trying to go over my limit before pain gets really bad but he would learn damn fast to be faster than me
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Truth
► Selkie!John MacTavish x Reader
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synopsis— Johnny tells you the truth of what happened to your seal friend. Some other truths come out as well.
warnings— No big warnings.
wc— 2.4k words
NOTES— I hope I do this moment justice :)
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