I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.
sammy loves calling you on your lunch break, much to the playful jeers of the station around him.
it's halfway through his shift, and sammy finds himself glancing at the clock on the stucco wall. sammy smiles to himself, sitting up and fishing his flip-phone from his suit jacket pocket with a little grunt and squeak from the desk chair. it's a hot spring day, and all sammy wants to do is talk to his sweet little wife on her break.
at the sound of sammy spinning around to grab his phone, moretta immediately pipes up, "here we go. loverboy's making his daily call" gesturing to sal with a laugh. sammy rolls his eyes as he brings the phone to his ear, sal turning to another detective and shooing them away "the man is whipped, leave him be." with a blush, sammy turns to his friends "yeah, yeah"
you answer on the second ring, cheery voice brightening up the line. sammy leans back in his chair, lifting his strong legs onto his desk with a sigh "hey sweetheart." his voice is warm honey, personalized just for his girl to hear.
in the back, his coworkers keep hurling comments "ask her what she packed you for lunch, sammy!" and "tell the missus we say hi!" and when you giggle in response, sammy's throwing a wad of paper at his buddies. "ignore them baby, just jealous... what're you doin? you on your break?"
sammy knows the answer, he just wants to keep you with him as long as he can. he's fully tuned into you as you speak, nodding along and asking questions about your work day. cooing motivation for you and letting you complain about your coworkers, "yeah i know the feeling" "ah c'mon loverboy" nate yells "y'know you love us! right sal?" sal grunts in response, unable to hide his own smile at the display of young love in front of him.
reluctantly sammy has to go, "alright, i'll see you at home, okay? be good, baby.” he smiles into the phone, hand running over his thigh soothingly. giggling, you respond with a loving “okay, i will, promise. love you sammy”
sammy tucks in his chin into his phone, trying to whisper to you. he’s not ashamed to tell you this, never could be, but he knows it’s going to get really loud if nate overhears. “i love you too” which is immediately interrupted by nate & his buddies loudly going “AWWW!” followed by sammy screaming distantly “shut the hell up!” before quickly hanging up.
I was thinking about the 141 but divorced and retired from active duty, getting together to make a podcast called Task Force Dad. (Soap and Ghost are the only ones who have kids with issues with their baby mommas, Gaz had a nasty breakup with his fiance, and Price has two ex wives)
They were forced into early retirement for any number of reasons, *cough* in hiding *cough* yet are still training rookies, creating stratagies for new missions, and catching up on paperwork.
They all live together in a pretty damn big house with Ghost's 4-year-old daughter and Soap's newborn.
And they decide to hire a live in nanny since Soap's ex wife relinquished custody of their daughter to him because she was toxic and definitely a gold digger. That and she cheated on him.
They start to grow attached to reader, especially her cooking and the fact that Ghost's daughter calls her Mommy.
Simon has mixed feelings about this, he is happy his daughter has a mother figure but still doesn't quite know how he feels about reader. (Thinking his wife also stepped out on him, yet they share joint custody and one of the men she brings over is not a great person which with reader's help Simon ends up fighting for full custody and winning)
Then they start talking about her on the podcast, mentioning how good she is with their kids and how yummy her cooking is while also talking about the stupid shit the recruits did and how Ghost's daughter accidently learned the word "Motherfucker".
It takes off like wildfire. Hundreds of people are saying one of them needs to wife her up, others are saying she's just a golddigger (i mean, collectively they are all bringing in at least five grand a month) and spoiler alert: reader doesn't give two shits how much money they make.
They're slowly falling for her while she's completely oblivious, thinking they're just getting more used to her. Gaz buys her flowers, John ends up building a literal vanity for her with Simon's help, Soap starts to help in the kitchen and makes sure she isn't pushing herself especially after they all learn she's going to college online for childhood psychology. Simon keeps her old beat up car running at no cost to her despite him desperately wanting to buy a new, bigger, and much less problematic car that she can comfortably use with her and the kids.
Maybe she starts posting tiktoks and on instagram with the nickname 'Task Force Nanny' and she gains thousands of followers for her honesty and cooking. (Also she doesn't show anyone's faces, y'all know how the internet is)
And it's going great and the boys are starting to plot how to ask her if they all could take her on dates and such,
Then she starts dating the one and only, Phillip Graves.
summary : Simon approaches his lovie after a fight
cw : hurt/comfort
Simon doesn't do big apologies. He doesn't waste his time with a long monologue about how he was wrong. He believed that action spoke louder than words. However cliché that might sound, it's all he's ever known. He's seen his father's empty promises towards his mother before the inevitable bruise on her cheek would bloom again. He saw how his mother cried herself to sleep after daily screaming matches.
This fight was particularly bad. It wasn't a screaming match like he's used to from his childhood, no, he refused to engage in that scene. He'd rather cut off his own hand, put a bullet in his knee than to treat his lovie like that. This was a cold, clinical argument from his part after she tried to communicate about something upsetting her.
When Simon gets upset, he turns cold, not open, he withdraws. He shuts himself like a door and let's Ghost take over.
And god did it make things more difficult. His lovie tried her best to be reasonable, to understand where he's coming from. That's the part that hurt the most, the fact that she still tried to take his feelings and habits into account. He tried to shake it off, to dismiss his actions with a "won't happen again" but she didn't let it go. She needed to talk it out, she needed to address this after many instances of him being cold and refusing to communicate.
So she did and he shut her down like always, which led to her raising her voice in frustration. It shattered him when her tears fell, when something broke behind her eyes. He could still see it, repeating the scene in his head as she walked off defeated. Arms wrapped around herself as she tried to hold herself together, retreating to their room, leaving him in the aftermath. The silence was loud. It weighed on him like a sickening rot forcing him to face what he's been avoiding. If he wanted to keep her, wanted this relationship to work, he's was going to have to start opening up.
What's worse is that she didn't ask for much, she didn't lay out a long list of unreasonable demands. She simply wanted him to talk to her. His fists clenched at the thought, he did this, he hurt her to the point of retreating. To the point of giving up and deciding that walking away was better than trying. He didn't blame her, he knew it was his fault, he drove her to this point. And thus later when he quietly pushed open the bedroom door he felt his last resolve crumble. His heart, whatever's left of it squeezed painfully.
She sat there against the headboard, silent. Emptied out with dried tear marks on her face, eyes glazed over as she replayed the argument. She looked done and this revelation wasn't kind. It was brutal. If she left him because he was being emotionally closed off, he would have no one to blame but himself. So Simon approached her quietly, slowly as if approaching a wounded animal, something fragile he didn't want to scare off
And when she looked up at him, those glassy red eyes, it made him drop to his knees in front of her, desperate. "I'm sorry" came his words, gruff but laid bare and for a moment there was silence. Her eyes widened slightly in suprise yet the disappointment, the expectation that this would be yet another loop of hurt lingered, plaguing her mind. He saw it. He refused to let her drown in it, refused to let her form this image of him.
"I fucked up." He continued plainly, there was no point in sugar coating it, "I've let you down lovie. I know I'm not the best with words or... feelings" he forced the words out, putting years of reformed persona aside and kept his eyes on her. One thought ran circles in his mind.
'Fix it or lose her'
There's little that scared Ghost but this filled him with dread. His voice took on a pleading tone, "Give me another chance, let me try again" he doesn't demand forgiveness but instead asked for grace.
"I know I've been difficult but I promise, I will work on it. I'll try to express myself more. I won't shut you out, not anymore" he dropped his head onto the mattress beside her leg, "Please. Don't leave me. You're all I have. I'll never forgive myself for driving you away" his throat tightened. For the first time , Simon Riley, Ghost himself felt small. He was at the utter mercy of someone he loved deeply.
He waited, bracing and prepared himself for the inevitable rejection. His mind already accused him of going too far, that he messed up, that he pushed her away however when her hand stroked through his hair softly, his world stopped. He looked up almost disbelieving as she whispered "okay". He didn't wait, his arms wrapped around her and pulled her off the bed into his lap. He embraced her, caged what was his. His heart flooded with relief so fast it almost took his breath away.
He won't make this mistake again. He knew how close he came to losing the one thing that made this life worth living. That made his cold heart beat with love again.
i imagine the live camera feed goes off one night while youre lying in bed. new sheets still hugging you warm after the dryer. the boys are off doing their personal night routines, heavy guard dogs lay at your feet.
with the chime of your phone, a notification alerts you of outside movement. you consider it to be a waving branch or passing car, yet check it nonetheless. something about inner intuition.
youre glad you did.
watching silently as someones shadow skirts along the darker parts of around your house. passing the kitchen windows with a ducked head, then round the back.
"fuck," you bite your lip. sighing quietly as you toss your phone. "johnathan!" four heads from the bathroom peek around the doorframe slow, eyes open with the use of a full name. johnny fights a grin, ready to watch his captain get chewed out by their lady.
"..ye' love?"
"theres some weird guy wandering 'round the house outside," you inform dryly. plucking your phone back up and leaving it there. you reach for your wine glass on the bedside table, sipping as their hearts fall to their ass.
sure, anxiety stirs low in your gut. nipping at your reason and concious. but youre also keen of what your boys have lived through, the dirtest negotiations and most horrific actions.
alway do they come back home into your arms.
you could blame it on pure lack of sleep, but its nicer to pin it on the assumption youre probably the safest person in town. you were even willing to bet in the city.
so you continue with scrolling through ao3.
paying a half mind as military tense rounds over their bodies. simon whistles for the dogs and grabs his pistol. grunting and rolling his bare shoulders in atonished anger at somones sheer audacity. i mean for fuck sakes the mans tired. 
johnnys sneaking grin falls, replaced by a flat face as hes quick to grab a flashlight and gun. moving out the door on simons heels. big dogs herding around them.
"stay 'ere yeah love? dont open the fuckin' door," johns voice is a low growl. grabbing a hunters knife ( anniversary gift from you, his names carved in the wood ) and moving to the window. room lights flipped off when johnny left. scanning the open grass with an annoyed brow twitch. "kyle, wi' me."
kyle nods, glancing back three times to make sure youre content. careful to lock the bedroom door and leave a weapon with you, which he drills in not to touch less you hear the burglar. with a final glance, hes gone with the rest of them.
your ears perk for movement outside. glass shatters and a door kicks open. youre pretty sure you hear the guy shriek — most definitely simons doing, weird fucker was waiting in the dark — a brisk struggle before the house falls silent, words they dont want you hearing are exchanged then hes thrown out onto the grass.
hes quick to jump up and scurry off, wet pants uncomfortable and now stinking.
you sigh with annoyance, replacing windows was the biggest bitch. but whatever, sukuna is realizing his love for Y/N.
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