sfw, jealous tf141, fem implied reader, jealousy trope (one-sided, from the guys’ side), these men are shamelessly lovesick and i will die on this hill.
at a military high party, he introduces his wife to the entire base and realises just how big of a mistake he might’ve just made setting a pretty woman in front of starved men like that. as you mingle around throughout the night, he finds a way to keep his feelings in check.
ᢉ𐭩 capt. john price
he’d seen you mingle with all of his officers during the party, laughing, donning your beautiful smile while tolerating everyone’s conversations as you presented yourself as his perfect wife. he wouldn’t argue that that’s not exactly what you were, either. but where every other man’s gaze had met your smile, price’s blood boiled even further.
it’s not like he didn’t trust you, no. no, quite the opposite of that. he didn’t trust the other men. didn’t like their eyes trailing down your little body either when you weren’t noticing, didn’t like how their gaze stopped at your lips whenever you sipped on your drink, the way he did every day. he knew just what the thoughts going on in their heads were, but he also knew it was only him who was allowed to keep those thoughts for you.
he’d snaked his way through the crowd over to you, standing behind you as you didn’t notice. his looming presence was enough to send a message to the soldier talking to you as he coughed into his fist and made a quick leave. you turned around and looked up at him, smiling once again as your eyes found his. he could’ve sworn he felt the room brighten up all around him in the background; his poor heart couldn’t take this. no other deserves the sight of you tonight except him.
“we should leave, doll.” he’d whispered lowly into your ear as he leaned down, his hand resting on the small of your back, pulling you closer.
you’d looked up at him with poorly-hidden relief as his words registered in your head. an unusual eaction from you, but you managed to cover your joy at the thought of leaving with concern for him instead. “is something wrong?”, you’d whispered back.
“want to take you away, is all.” he’d smiled lightly as he saw you flush and nod shyly, sneaking out the ballroom with him.
as the two of you approached your car in the silent parking lot, he pushed you gently against the back door after checking for anyone else’s presence near, leaning down. “ya look like you’re uneasy. were the men too much?” your smile softened as you looked up at him and shook your head slowly. “not at all. they were sweet…”
right. sweet. you’re not helping his jealousy.
“what’s buggin’ ya?” he’d asked as his hands traveled down the side of your waist slowly, revelling in the shiver you gave in response. “it’s nothing, really. i just- i think i tied this dress too tight?” you’d said, unsure of your reasoning as you turned around to show him. as you pulled your hair to your front, his eyes trailed down your exposed back - a route he’d followed multiple times tonight. he chided himself inwardly at failing to notice your discomfort. he knew how annoying these gowns of yours could get with the constant maintainance, and was already on the move as you rambled on.
“does it make sense? like, i feel like maybe my skin’s turned a bit red undernea- john!” yor sentence was interrupted abruptly as he’d already made do with untying the back of your gown. his warm fingers rubbed down the line of your spine softly to ease any pain that must’ve started building up. sure enough, the red marks of your gown had embedded into your skin, and god, how you looked like a piece of art in his hands. “h-hey… anyone could see…”, you’d let out lowly as you felt his lips travel down the length of your bare spine.
“i’m fine with that, let them see. tired of them ogling you, been at it all night.” he murmured between his kisses as his hands steadied themselves on your stomach with you pushed against his car. he took his coat off and hung it over your frame as he opened the door and sat you inside. “we’ll continue this at home. rest up till then.”
and sure enough, you didn’t argue.
ᢉ𐭩 lt. simon “ghost” riley
this was more amusing to him than anything. he knew you lasted longer than him in social situations but he could feel your social battery come to its end slowly as well. he observed as your eyes darted to the bright lights around you, one quick glance at the band playing loud music and the person sitting beside you who was far too loud for your preferance. this event had started getting to you as well.
sure, he was annoyed at first when he saw his rookies trying to flirt you up but your immediate yet subtle show of your ring put them in their places. currently, you were sipping on your drink slowly as you tried your best to pay attention to something the shepherd, simon's superior, was saying. he could see your exhaustion in the way your eyes slurred their movements and your lashes batted ever so slowly.
he knows how you look when you’re at your limit and zoned out but your lingering gaze could easily be misconstrued as interest to the unkown eye. the shepherd was only just starting to lean in a little closer than simon was comfortable with when he decided to make a move. he pulled you away from the conversation as you relaxed into his grip, recognising him just from his touch. as you turned around and pulled him down by the tie gently to whisper into his ears, he bent his head lower to hear what you had to say.
“i think i’m a little out of it now…” you confessed, your voice carrying a slow lilt as you tried staying in place in your heels. he loved how you dressed up for him every time but he also realises how they must’ve been a lot to handle on top of the drinks you’d had recently. “do we need to stick around longer?”, you'd asked. always so considerate.
“not at all. i saw a little garden nearby, think it’d be a good visit before we retire for the night. how does that sound, some fresh air to get you sobered up?” he asked lowly as his hand instinctively raised a little to run his fingers through your hair before he stopped himself. he can’t let himself get too carried away in front of everyone.
“amazing. lead the way.” you’d smiled immediately at his offer and let him take your hand and move you towards the isolated garden. as you approached t, your eyes landed on a bench-swing in the middle of the lush, quiet garden. “si…?”.
“yeah, darling?”
“do you think we could sit down for a bit? i feel like that swing’s calling my by my full name right now.” he’d chuckled softly as he helped you sit onto the swing with one hand, stabilising it with the other. he sat beside you, watching you lean down slowly to take your heels off, freeing your stocking-clad feet into the cool night air. the sight of you, leaning down, skin glowing from your lotion, lips still shining from the drink you last had, a little tipsy from the alcohol in your bloodstream - it was throwing him off his axis of control.
“jesus.” you heard him mutter under his breath, and it was your turn to chuckle now as you caught him staring, resting your heels beside you as you leaned against his side and closed your eyes in contentment. “down boy, i’m all yours anyway.” you’d whispered as his hand wrapped around your shoulders.
“damn right.” he’d let slip out as his lips found your forehead and he felt you falling into slumber almost immediately. the chaos of the party could still bustle inside the ballroom, but he decided that this little moment of peace had the both of your names on it for now. he’d stay here the rest of his life, if he had the choice. he chose to let the silence go on, keeping you right against him until the air got chillier.
you didn’t realise when he picked your sleeping form up along with your heels, leading back to your car to go home, but you knew you were safe with him anyway.
ᢉ𐭩 sgt. johnny “soap” mactavish
you were laughing. the soldier he hated the most in this ballroom made the worst joke known to mankind and you were laughing. sure, okay, maybe the joke wasn’t even half-bad. and sure, you didn’t know how much he hated this guy, but that didn’t help his situation one bit. you were his, and so was your laugh. he had always prided himself in being the one who made you laugh the most, and this good-for-nothing joker trying to get a piece of what’s his just won't do.
he had half an inkling the soldier knew what he was doing with this approach, but johnny knew deep down he’d never lose what was already his. his thoughts disappeared as he felt your hand snaking around his arm as you leaned against him for support and he pulled you closer immediately. your head leaned into his shoulder as you let out a half-forced chuckle at something the other man said. he knew you, this wasn't even your real laugh.
“find him funny, lass?” he almost grimaced as he realised his insecurity slipped past him and graced your ears so unceremoniously. you shook your head softly and turned away from the group, walking a few steps away with him. you just looked up at him with your eyebrows raised softly in sympathy as you recognised his pattern. making sure no one was looking, you pulled his face lower and kissed his cheek softly, reassuring him. “he’ll never match you, johnny. i don’t think he’s got it in him. no one else does.”
bless you and your sweet little words. he was a big, burly man. he could take down any fight he came across on the battlefield, his nickname was “soap”, or christ’s sake! giving due credit to how he cleaned houses out with his weapons was fine but t was a known fact that he never stood a chance against your words. he always reduced down to acting like a kid when it came to your affection, prancing around for any bit of attention you’d throw his way. he’d even throw a tantrum if he had to, but you never let it get that far.
deep down, you know you love his need for your attention too and boy, are you ready to give it all to him. even if he cracks any jokes that don’t land, you make sure to laugh for him anyway. you love him, and more than anything, you love his little attempts at reassuring himself that you’re his permanently. it’s common for him to have things snatched away in his line of working, so you understand why he’s so afraid of losing you. good thing that’s not happening anytime soon, though.
he murmured lowly as he tried to distract himself, looking down at you as you leaned against a pillar and he crowded your space. “lookin’ like a penguin in that suit he’s wearing today, anyway.”
that earned him a big, loud laugh from you - the authentic kind, not the forced one you let out in front of the other man - as you smacked his arm softly in reprimand. he felt the tightness in his chest loosen as he soaked in your reaction and smiled fondly even as you chided him for being so petty. he hid his face in your neck slowly as his hands rested on your shoulders. “don’t care if i’m being selfish right now. no one else should get to hear yer laughter for free like that, bonnie.” he continued as he pressed soft kisses under your ear.
“they won’t, i promise. i’m all yours. you know it.” you giggled into his ears as his kisses tickled your skin. “wanna get out of here?”
“fucking finally. yes.” he sighed in relief, rolling his eyes at the sight of that man again as he guided you out the doors with his hands on your hips. his grip tightened as he heard you laugh again and shake your head at his antics, calling him a big baby. “your big baby, lass.”
“my big baby, johnny.”
ᢉ𐭩 sgt. kyle “gaz” garrick
he’d had enough of this night the second he’d stepped into the ballroom with you on his hand. he anticipated everyone’s attention on you anyway but this was getting ridiculous. it had been twenty minutes since he’d been trying to find where you’d been in this huge room only for him to find you completely surrounded by other soldiers he didn’t like.
he would’ve assumed they were cornering you if you hadn’t been engaging in the conversation yourself. still, he could feel you getting overwhelmed by everyone around you like this and he knew for a fact he wasn’t going to leave you uncomfortable for a second longer than he could help with. his arrival immediately had a few soldiers backing off as he cleared his throat and his hands found you again. you’d hugged him softly and tried hiding your relief at his arrival but could only do so much.
his irritation at the other soldiers heightened as he realised just how new this scenario was for you. without much care for an explanation, he gave one pointed look at his subordinates and had them leaving so you could catch a breath. “kyle…” you’d whispered softly as your hands found his arm and chest. “i’m fine, really. they were good fun to talk to-” you’d gone about trying to lessen the blow already, trying to minimise your own discomfort but it wouldn't work in front of him.
“you don’t need to lie to me, pretty. i’m sorry i couldn’t find you sooner. do you need some space? wanna leave?” he’d asked gently, his facial expressions softening immediately as he looked down at you, scanning your own countenance for any signs of uneasiness. you didn’t realise it, but your entire body had instantly started relaxing as his hands rubbed your arms slowly to regulate you. you only smiled up at him softly as you took his drink out of his hands and placed it onto a nearby table.
“i wanna dance.”
“dance?” he’d looked shocked as you proclaimed your request but went along with it anyway. the music was good enough and there were other couples on the dance floor already. he followed suit as you pulled him onto the dance floor, his hand intertwined with yours as it rested on your lower back.
“i wanna be close to my husband now that i’m free of any other man’s company. is that fine?” your husband. god, if your voice and the way you looked at him didn’t melt him, your insistence got the job done just as good. he wasted no time in hugging you close, bodies left with no distance in between. his hands held yours as his face dipped lower to rest his forehead against yours.
“more than fine. you want me, you have me.” he said lowly as a sigh escaped his lips at having you close to him again. if the ring on your finger didn’t prove how close the two of you were, at least your proximity now would do the work. he closed his eyes and soaked in your presence next to him as you did the same, humming the song under your breath, audible only to him. he doesn’t care if his teammates are watching and won’t stop giving him hell for his show of vulnerability later on. right now, all he cares about is being close to his wife.
nsfw lowk. fem-implied reader. johnny's jealous and manhandles reader kinda? not violent. gaz sabotages your date. they're kinda toxic but only bearable amounts. do NOT romanticise this irl!!! i need them all so bad and asap please 😩
ᢉ𐭩 capt. john price
you were just getting out of your base gear as you winded down for the night and shrugged your thick vests off your torso, followed by your long-sleeved shirt. left only in your cargos and inner wear covering your chest, you started tracing an old scar left from an injury. you stood in front of a mirror, watching as your finger softly dragged down your waist, along the line on your skin.
old injuries don’t usually bother you but this one in particular had a habbit of flaring up with pain every once in a while. you let out an exhausted sigh, mind battling between the want to leave it be and to apply some medicine and wrap it up. you choose the latter, despite your bones weighing you down with tire. in the blur of your treatment of your scar you don’t realise you had left your door unlocked.
as you finished bandaging your torso up halfway, you heard the door open after two heavy knocks resounded around your room. two knocks, no break - it’s price, and it’s urgent. you stop immediately and turn your head over your shoulder to look at price looking right back at you. his eyes were wide, you weren’t sure if it was because of your lack of clothes or the bandage you wrapped around yourself haphazardly.
“new injury?” he’d asked as he allowed himself in and shut the door behind him, walking towards you.
“chronic pain. old injury flaring up.” you’d replied, moving slightly to pick up the shirt you’d discarded on your bed and cover yourself up.
“let it be, sergeant.” he warned lowly as he turned you around by your shoulders and undid your bandages to take the job into his own hands. you could feel your cheeks redden slightly and breath slow down as you forced yourself to control it. this was new territory, being so close to your captain. you couldn’t help but chide yourself slightly, this was just a superior helping you bandage yourself up. while you’re half naked in your room. your now-locked room, you notice. you made sure your gaze stayed low, not meeting his even once, lest he sees your flushed skin.
you felt him turn you around once more as he unclasped the hook of your bra. a gasp escapes your lips as your eyes look up into the mirror, stopping at his face. "captain-"
"tying the bandage up, lass. no funny business." his deep voice in your ear silences any objections you could've voiced. this was torture. the universe has never aligned better to tease you like it does tonight. you feel his hands roam over your bandaged waist and gulp slowly - you're sure he heard it. at least he didn't say anything of it. his hands grip at your hips lowly as his head dips down to the side of your head.
"lock your door the next time you change. a better man would ignore the invitation, but i won't." was the last thing he said as he stepped back completely and left your room. all the warmth that his body emitted next to you was gone with him as you were left cold with his words.
what. the. fuck?
ᢉ𐭩 lt. simon "ghost" riley
you two had been at a safe house for the night. long mission, gone wrong. you'd informed him you had gone to freshen up but it had been a little over an hour since you last came out and it didn't quite sit right with him. he'd long since changed into his casuals and was seated on the comfortable couches of the safe house. he'd been frantically looking up towards your slightly ajar door time and time again until he decided it was time to check up on you.
he stopped in his tracks as his first glimpse inside your room was of you pulling your sweatpants up your legs and leaving them just over your hips. "fuckin' hell." was all that left his mouth in a barely-audible tone, more just a mumble to himself. that was a sight that would haunt his conscience for the next few months.
he stayed silent and moved to hide behind the door as he waited for you to come out first. if his mask and loose pants weren't his only saving grace, you would've seen just how affected he truly was by your mere existence. he coughed slightly as you left your room and nodded towards the kitchen. "food's ready, came to call for you. spare clothes fit well?"
"hm? oh yeah. just a bit loose, i guess. they're fine." you'd replied neutrally as you made your way to the kitchen, unkowing of his gaze stuck to the back of your body as you left him stewing in his misery. for some weird reason, this man who has gone through years of hard training and worse wars was left vulnerable to an accidental glimpse of your bare skin. throughout dinner, your words had gone straight over his head as his gaze stayed low on his plate as his thoughts made up excuses sleep next to you tonight.
in the end, he'd gotten his way of course. "my bed's too stiff. hurts the old back", he'd said. a bold-faced lie, of course. his bed was completely fine and he'd slept on rocky terrain like a baby countless times before, but you didn't need to know that. if you wake up the next morning with his hands keeping your hips glued to his core, you don't try to move. nor do you say anything when his training sessions focus more on your glutes, or when he follows behind you constantly as if not letting anyone peek at what he had already locked his gaze on.
ᢉ𐭩 sgt. johnny "soap" mactavish
he'd just about had it. sure, you two had decided to forget the times you had helped each other blow steam off and leave your fwb status behind but johnny thought it was an established fact you two felt deeper feelings for each other than you admitted. still, he wanted to play along just to see how long it'll take till one of you folds. he folds first, and he folds fast.
eyeing each other up was fine, looking professional during meetings while caressing legs under the table was fine, but wearing another sergeant's jacket in front of him? when he knew you still wore his t-shirt under it? unacceptable. he'd waited in the common area for a few minutes after you'd left before making his exit as well and bee-lining to your room. he entered your room and locked the door behind him as he saw you placing the other sergeant's jacket off to sneak a peek into what you had on underneath. and much to his knowledge, his assumption was proven right as he saw his own t-shirt on you.
"really, bonnie? mind games? that 'ow it is now?" he'd asked, obviously put off as he stepped closer to you, hand running through your hair. his grip tightened on your hair - just enough to keep you close and unable to run away like you have been for a while.
"you know i love seeing you like this. just wanted you to fold first." you'd replied with a smug smirk as you felt his lips on your neck soon after. "guess i won." his little kisses turned into nips as his teeth bared at your words.
"yeah, yeah. get that shit off now." he'd grumbled as he tore off the other man's jacket with his own two hands, leaving you shocked as he left you in just his shirt. he wasted no time in placing you onto your bed and following after, shutting the lights off as his grip on your waist tightened.
safe to say, once he was done for the night, you were left wearing only his marks as proof of who you belonged to.
ᢉ𐭩 sgt. kyle "gaz" garrick
your lacy reds had been an inside joke between the two of you since the day he'd accidentally walked in on you changing before you went back home for your deployment break. "big date or something?" he'd joked, hoping to be proven wrong so bad. you'd just chuckled warmly to his dismay and said something about a possibility, but that went right over his head as he was hooked onto your figure in the lacy lingerie.
he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking of you every day of the break but god forbid he risk your banter-filled dynamic with an admission of his feelings. he was walking through his neighbourhood one night when he saw you dressed up in what he could easily call the most beautifully crafted gown made just for the likes of you. there's no way you were dressed so good and in his part of the neighbourhood only to be alone. he'd looked around and found the 'potential date' you'd mentioned weeks ago.
he wasted no time and instantly approached you, wrapping his hand around your waist as he pulled you away to a hidden corner. "really, pretty? him? him, over someone standing right in front of you?"
you were just about to process his sudden emergence in front of you until you felt him push you against a wall. his hand roamed softly over your ribs as he felt what lay under your gown. your eyes widened in recognition of his movements and your lips parted in a gasp to interfere. "kyle-"
"don't waste the lacy reds on a guy like him, pretty. not when i've been right here." he'd urged, leaving no room for argument as you stood there in confusion. there was no doubt in your head who it would be you'd actually choose now that the choice had come down to it. kyle had been the one true thing keeping you going these last few months, his quick wit and humour being the anchor that refused to let you lose yourself to the lows of your shared career.
"what do i do about the guy?" you'd asked him lowly as you looked up into his eyes. you watched as the light of mischief returned in his gaze. a small scoff left your mouth as he silently led you out the restaurant, hidden from your forgotten date. "no one said we needed to think about that. he's ogling someone else anyway. i'd rather the lacy reds lay discarded on my room's floor."
drunk confessing to your military-man friend with benefits??? you were just about ready to jump into a black hole and never come back out. this was so embarrassing, much more than anything you’ve ever done in your life. and the hangover from last nights’ drinks aren’t helping either.
7.45 a.m.
it took you a whole twenty minutes before you mustered up the courage to get out of bed and face the new day. you did everything you could to try and recall what you did the night before. you’ve downed a coffee and aspirin already and you’ve had a good meal. the only measure left to take is try to recount everything you remember from last night but nothing seems to have registered in your brain in your drunken blur of a night. the only thing you realised you could do was let the day go and let the remnants of the night come to you naturally.
12.37 p.m.
it’s been five hours. you’ve been trying to keep your calm but it’s starting to get to you slowly. you’ve washed the dishes, made your bed, cleaned every surface in your house you could find. and yet you can’t remember anything. okay sure, you could remember his smile but that’s because he always smiled around you and you loved seeing it everytime. but he did something different and you could’ve sworn you know it actually happened - he had hugged you close. you two don’t hug, you two aren’t emotionally intimate - as was the deal set by you. “emotions are just too much drama, let’s keep it to fucking.” you had said at the start of your arrangement. ironic. it’s like the universe’s way of torturing you.
so there’s one thing you remembered. but it’s not helping much at all.
3.19 p.m.
he’s gonna be home in three hours or less and you still hadn’t made much progress. you’d been leaning over your sink now and pondering about the situation. sure, you’d been the one to confess but you’re still not sure if you really want a relationship. it’s so unfair to john but unfortunately, you have issues of your own to surpass before you allow yourself to be loved. the ghosts of your past have long been defeated but their traces still linger across different sections of your conscience.
is it even worth it? what if you two have a falling out? if that happens, you two can’t even go back to being friends with benefits because of all the fucked up history. and he’s a damn good lay too. might be the best you’ve had till yet. this is all too risky, and you wonder if this’ll end well for either of you. exhaustion rakes up your body and you let it consume you for now as the overthinking from the day finally decides to catch up with you. you decide it might just be best to sleep it off until he’s back. he has an extra key to let himself in anyway.
6:45 p.m.
john had, as expected, entered the house as evening fell. he’d called out for you in the empty hallways until he found you sleeping in your room. he sat himself down beside you on your bed as you moved restlessly. you’d been tossing and turning, clutching a pillow close to your chest as your eyebrows had a crinkle between them. he definitely didn’t like what he saw and didn’t want you to continue being in this state of unease. he was worried about this exact reaction that had been on the forefront of his mind the entire day. safe to say, he’d come to a conclusion he could live with. even if it hurt, he’d never be fine putting you in an uncomfortable position. if a relationship isn’t what you were ready for, then it’s not gonna be what you would be dealing with.
his hand came to rest on top of your head as he combed his fingers through your hair gently. you’d always liked that whenever you’d been too asleep to notice after you two previously made love into the odd hours of the night. calmed you down instantly whenever he did so, and it did the same today. the only difference being, this time you’d leaned away from his touch. not good. he decided you’re waking up, right now.
“doll. i’m home.” he’d said lowly as he shook you awake with a soft hand. you grumbled but woke up groggily nonetheless, and looked up at him with barely open eyes. a tired sigh escaped your little mouth as you took in his expression.
“i’m assuming we’ll have to talk now?” you’d said, barely audible.
“i’d prefer it.” this was hell. for the first time in his years of being the unshakeable captain of his task force, he was left unready, rendered useless by the possibility of the multiple endings this night might have. he watched you sit up with your knees to your chest as you gulped slowly.
“i… i still don’t remember what exactly it was i had said. and i’m gonna be very honest with you when i say i’m not sure i meant every word of it too. i need you to remind me… step by step, what it was that i did last night.” you said, not daring to look into the intensity of his eyes yet. the bedsheet you’d owned and used for years suddenly seemed so much more interesting now.
“step by step?” john’s rough voice had asked sharply. shit. you’re fucked.
“y-yeah. if that’s fi-” you were cut off as he all but hauled you into his lap. your hands rested on his chest on instinct as you looked up at him with widened eyes. “what-”
“we were sat like this. you were drunk off your arse and rambling all sorts of shite. said you wanted to be closer to me. closer than we usually are. smell my scent, remember it forever. ring a bell?” he’d asked gruffly as you felt your cheeks heat up, their colour reddened already no doubt. “i said, does that ring a bell?” he repeated.
“yeah…” she said lowly, looking down at where she was sat on him. hard. he’s hard. not the right thing to notice right now. you quickly look back up and try to form a sentence but failed terribly. “i uhh… um… so you…right. so i confessed.”
he just gave you an unamused look with an eyebrow raised as his grip on your hips tightened. his eyes didn’t move from yours. he knew you well, and he’d known your body and your reactions better. “what’s scarin’ ya? s’it my job?”
“huh? no. not your job. i just… this isn’t what we agreed on, you know? and i know, yes. my fault. i was the one who confessed. but really, come on, are we even ready for a relationship, i mean- look at us…” you tried to ramble your way out of this now that you were out on the spot.
“i’m more than fine having you as my woman…” his woman. you could feel yourself getting light-headed already from this conversation but chose to stay put. he deserved better than you letting him down in a half-assed way. so, so much better. he deserved everything. your eyes searched for something in his as he continued, “but if you don’t want me-”
“i do.” you both were surprised at how fast you reassured him about what you wanted. who you wanted. not a second of hesitation. “i… i do, want you. and i’m sure what i said last night held some truth to it too if i said it so easily. i just…” you bit your lip anxiously and in any other scenario, it might’ve roused him to have his way with you, but he knew you better.
“what is it, doll?” jesus fucking christ, he’s not making it easier.
“i’ve got issues… that you don’t know about yet, and yeah okay. grown ass adult, still can’t deal with them, i know. but i don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire when i’m shutting down or being difficult. you don’t deserve that. and i wouldn’t forgive myself if i were the one who hurt you.” you’d confessed in a low voice. for some reason, you couldn’t move your eyes from his this time around. looking anywhere else but at him felt like breaking a sacred contact. no matter how the night ended, you had to carry this out as delicately as possible.
“lass,” his hands rubbed against your sides and you could’ve felt yourself melting more, if it were even possible. “i want you, whole. issues or not, isolation included. i’ve got issues of my own too. but i know i’ll make sure to keep them in check when i’m with you because, quite frankly, you’re all that matters right now. you’re the one that keeps me going.”
you were quite dumbfounded at that, as was visible from your slackjaw expression. despite the serious atmosphere, you pointed a finger at yourself in disbelief and mouthed a tiny, “me? are you sure?” and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your cute gesture.
“ ‘course. don’t think it’s my teammates’ ugly mugs keeping me going everyday, definitely.” you’d laughed at that and felt the air lighten a lot more than you’d expected. right. of course, he knew just how to make you feel better even when you’re drowning in your thoughts. but it makes you feel warm, the possibility that someone wakes up everyday because of you. for you. looks forward to see you every minute of every day.
“there she is, my beautiful lass’s smile. i decided a long time ago, doll. it’s you or no one now. i’m yours already, but i’ll only be your man if you’ll have me. and i’ll respect whatever you choose, the decision’s all yours.” he’d said softly, leaving all the power in your hands.
he is safe, you think. and he’ll keep you safe too. no matter what happens. it can’t be too bad to try, right? not if he’s so willing to look over your flaws. and you know you’ve looked over his a long time ago. it seems too well aligned in your favour to let go just so easily. and it would leave you broken having him leave your house tonight and never come back.
maybe, just maybe… you could allow yourself to be loved this one last time. and maybe, this time, it won’t be so bad. “i’ll have you. of course, i’ll have you.”
he smiled softly at that and you could’ve sworn the sight took all your breath away immediately. you don’t think he’s ever looked this happy. like a man who’s come back from war to find the light of hope still burning. it made you feel all types of emotions, gratitude coming forth the hardest. you close your eyes as you feel him pull you closer again and kiss your forehead.
“good choice.” he’d muttered against your skin. you’d made a lot of mistakes in your life, but you had a funny feeling that choosing him wouldn’t be an addition to the list.
…
you two stayed close together in silence, soaking up each other’s presence for a while. although an earlier predicament hadn’t quite left your mind yet. “you know i can still feel you’re hard, right?” you teased lowly.
“gonna help me take care of it, doll?”
fin.
AHHHHH, i’m finally done w it!! idk how this will be received but i hope my readers from the first post find this one too!!! as always, hope yall stay safe and have fun w every day that comes <333
sfw & nsfw versions included!! so happy to be back after the exam break, clingy men and what they do behind closed doors 😋 no beta, we die like men.
ᢉ𐭩 capt. john price (sfw)
john always looks at you like a man who had lost all hope in life until you came into it. his eyes always look into yours with such devotion, it has you wondering what you’ve truly done to deserve it sometimes. and john has his eyes on you 24/7, whether you notice it or not. when your eyes meet, his eyes rake over you with an emotion that dispels any rumours others could’ve come up with to distance the two of you.
when you’re turned away, you best believe he’s still searching for you in every room. as if he’s escaping from the man he is and the crimes he’s committed if only for a minute of peace that comes with meeting your gaze. the crinkle in your eyes, the smile on your lips and the soft voice that drives through all the other voices in his head telling him he’s a horrible man always ground him instantly. he considers himself a man saved when you look up at him.
(nsfw)
this man worships you in bed and doesn’t grant himself the same release until he’s had you shaking in front of him from both pleasure exhaustion, no matter how much it hurts for him. he could be throbbing, his slacks could be wet from all the precum leaking out of him but he’s not gonna let you pleasure him until he’s had his share of you first.
and all that love for eye contact? of course it accompanies him in the bedroom. his eyes are always on you - gauging your reactions, checking if he’s doing as good as you deserve, relishing absolutely anything you give him. and if you just so happen to look away or have your eyes roll back, he’ll just do something more animalistic to get your gaze back on him again.
it’s always you first, then him (if you want it him to finish, that is). he might be the more dominant one in the relationship to outsiders, but behind closed doors it’s very evident everything he does is always gonna revolve around you and what you prefer. the world starts where you say it does, and ends the same place.
ᢉ𐭩 lt. simon “ghost” riley (sfw)
he’s a sucker for physical touch but not in the way people would usually assume. he wouldnt initiate physical touch himself during the initial stages of your relationship, but as time passes by he realises how much he needs you to touch him. and he needs it like a drug. it could be a small kiss on the cheek, a hand holding the side of his face or even just you holding his bicep as you both walk together - he’s gonna be reeling from all the skin-to-skin contact for hours into the night when he’s alone.
the first time he realises he needs your touch is when he ends up at your place one random night after a particularly rough mission. in his opinion, he didn’t even think of the small cuts and bruises on his hand to be much of an issue. “dealt with far worse.”, he’d half-grunted when you expressed your concern. you obviously didn’t have any of it and led him into your house by the hand and had him sit on a counter as you cleaned his injuries and wrapped him up. you were in a state of focus with your gentle little touches to make sure you didn’t hurt him further.
that was the first time in a few decades that simon had struggled to keep his tears in. when the realisation settled in that he finally had someone to worry over him, he understood that he’d lap up any contact you were willing to have with him.
(nsfw)
again, his love for contact definitely follows him into your sheets. there will never be a single night when you two make love and he doesn’t have his hands on you, holding you as close as he can. simon wished he could mend your skins together so he could always have you close, he would if that were even possible.
knowing that the only way he can truly be one with you is when he’s in you has him taking care of you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had (and you are). this man is downright obsessed with you and yearns for you and your touch like no other. no matter what position he has you bent in, his face always finds its way into your skin, inhaling your scent in like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
aftercare is also, definitely, insane with him. if you think for a second that you’ll lose contact with him even for a second between him rearranging your guts and then providing aftercare, you’re wrong. he has you in his arms after you both finish and picks you up himself to take you to the washroom to clean you up and soak up in a warm bath in you.
ᢉ𐭩 sgt. johnny “soap” mactavish (sfw)
he always has his hands wrapped around or touching your waist. it’s not even something he does consciously at this point, his hands just find their way back to your waist whenever they’re not holding something else. doesn’t matter where you are, doesn’t matter who’s around you. he could be sitting in front of his team during a dinner you two held at your place, talking about a super important mission, but his hands would still find its way to wrap around your waist.
it got to a point where he’d even stand behind you during your doctor’s appointments, just cause it steadied him enough to not spiral into his worries. he’d hated knowing you went to a doctor even just to get regular check ups, considering most of his visits to a hospital have never been just as casual. his worst fear might just be losing you, and holding you safe in his arms seems like the only thing that can calm him down.
(nsfw)
johnny mactavish is a hot mess. he’s actually so submissive it was a shocker. johnny begs and he begs bad. whenever you two get down to it, he’s awfully loud as if he’s never been fucked before. he’s always writhing and whining, mouth full of chanting compliments and requests whenever you two are together.
he looks so pretty with tears in his eyes just from making love to you that you almost get whiplash when you compare this version of him to the man you see on the battlefield. johnny who cries when you two fuck because he’s so glad to have someone like you all to himself. johnny who thrives on praising and reassuring you and almost stops breathing when you reciprocate.
it excites you to date an insanely intelligent sergeant like him because you know you’ll fuck him dumb everytime you’re together anyway.
sfw!! period comfort, period-haver reader, basically just fluff cause i need some. ft. different things i’ve faced on my time of the month. you either wait patiently every month for new period comfort fics or you live long enough to write them yourself. no beta, we write in emotional spurts.
𝜗𝜚 capt. john price
you’d been sitting with john in the rec room’s couches with your back to the side of his body as you both engaged in a couple’s version of parallel play. the silence had been comfortable with one of his hands resting on your hip as he read a book and you were scrolling on your phone.
you were fine, considering you’d been managing your periods fine this time around and nothing bad had happened yet except the usual cramps. true to history, the painkillers and heat patches didn’t work as well as they should and a cramp hit you right in your gut so hard it sent your breath hitching as you shifted your position again.
john took notice and immediately tightened his hold on you, hand shifting to wrap around you waist slowly. “what’s wrong?”, he asked as he closed his book and looked down at your head falling into his lap in pain.
“s’just the cramps making a comeback…”, you’d muttered as your eyes closed and you tried regulating your breath a little. you groaned softly as your hands went to tighten his hold on your waist more and writhed on the couch. john wasn’t having any of it, he’d gently lifted your head off his lap and picked you up in his arms with the most care he’d shown to anything in his life.
you could feel him avoiding touching any sensitive spots he’d learnt of the hard way in your previous cycles. he walked you both down to your shared quarters at base, grateful it was late at night, accounting to reduce any questioning looks from the other soldiers.
as he set you down on his bed, he swapped the blanket for a thicker, weighted one and made sure you’d had a painkiller right in front of him as he pulled you closer into him and settled his heavy arms onto your lower abdomen. the weight and warmth was welcome as you sighed in relief.
“get some rest, doll. i gotcha.”
𝜗𝜚 lt. simon “ghost” riley
you and simon were having a normal conversation after dinner like usual until you’d felt yourself feeling a little heavier emotionally.
simon hadn’t noticed yet, having had his back turned away as he washed up the utensils used in the process of cooking and eating. he’d continued your conversation about the different types of dog breeds that he’s owned and talked about his own german shepherd absentmindedly. you tried to keep your feelings under the rug but failed as you looked at your partner wash up after the two of you and taking up responsibility without even being asked to. and he was talking about his dog, of all things. the one who’s sleeping in his bed maybe barely five feet away from the kitchen where you two were.
you couldn’t stop the spiral of your emotional thoughts as the heavy feeling settled in and made home inside your chest like an unwelcome guest and before you knew it, you were sniffling into the sleeve of your sweater - snapping simon out of his monologue. he turned the water off, dried his hands and immediately stepped closer into your space, holding your face as if you’d break if he made the wrong move.
you watched his eyebrows furrow through the blurred vision of your eyes as he wiped at your tears. “bird? what’s going on?” he’d asked so, so gently and you couldn’t help but cry freely now.
“you’re so nice to me! and you’ve made me a part of your life with your dog and i’m in your house and we’re together and-” you could’ve rambled on until all words left your mouth but luckily for you, simon understood exactly what was happening as he shut you up with a soft kiss. thank god for period trackers”, is all he could think up as he kissed you softly, bringing you back down to earth where he waited for you.
“yer emotional cause ya on your period.” he whispered, pulling back to see your face smushed between his big hands. his tone wasn’t accusatory, just observing. a knowing smile on his face as you calmed down a bit but looked ready to cry more. he gently guided you to the couch in your living room and held you close into his chest as he caressed the back of your head slowly. “let it all out. m’not goin’ anywhere.”
sure enough, you did cry more into his chest and rambled about how you “struck gold with him” and “couldn’t believe what you did in your past lives to deserve him”. simon just chuckled softly, knowing he thought the same of you and much more.
𝜗𝜚 sgt. johnny “soap” mactavish
you’d been on your bed at night, waiting for johnny to come out of his cold shower routine so you could use him as your personal heater for the night and get at least a few meager hours of sleep.
you could’ve sworn could go through every circle of hell and it still wouldn’t be as bad as the pain your uterus has left you in this time around. as you waited for your love to come out of the washroom, another cramp hit your body and had you stiffening from pain. it’s one thing to move around in pain, but it’s another thing entirely to be hurting so much you can’t even afford to move lest you hurt more. you could feel your tiredness grasp at you and your spirit broke bit by bit as you realised just how many years you had left till this pain would leave you alone and not come back a’knocking ever month.
in your disappointed daze, you hadn’t even realised johnny standing in front of you. hands on his hips, frown on his face at having not been noticed yet but also concerned about your mental absence. “lass. come back to me.” he said softly as he held your chin with all of his life’s gentleness and turned it upwards so your eyes could meet.
“johnny… can you lie down on top of me?” you’d asked dazed. you’d asked him to be shocked, or at the very least, confused. but he was neither as he complied immediately and picked up your blanket to see you lying down on a towel. ah. you’re on your period. he shrugged and got in between your thighs as he pressed his entire body weight on top of your torso and rests his chin at the centre of your chest. your eyes rolled back as you felt his weight settle on top of you and almost immediately erase any pain you’d been feeling. you could’ve cried right then and there.
“god, i love you so much…” you’d muttered under your breath, and then stilled once you realised this was your first time saying it out loud in the relationship. you almost started rambling to save your ass until he cut you off with a kiss on the skin above your sternum. “i love ya too. get those eyes closed and try to rest up now. i’ll only get up if you tell me to.”
you nodded softly and smiled at him as your fingers carded through his mohawk and scratched at his head softly. if he’s pleasing you, you’re gonna make sure he’s feeling good too - even if it’s just the small things.
(guys i need him so bad im not even joking rn)
𝜗𝜚 sgt. kyle “gaz” garrick
you’d been trying your hardest to work that day and got a lot of stuff done too. you’d been so proud of yourself and were smiling so hard as you were going back home with kyle. you even picked up some of the heavier bags of yours as you kept them in your bedroom and then finally leaned against the bathroom counter to wash your face.
kyle had been awfully silent the entire day as he observed you and wasn’t very cool with you working so much if what his period tracker app showed him was true. you felt two hands wrap around your waist as you didn’t realise what was going on. “love.” he’d whispered warningly into your ear. you turned to him in confusion at his tone and let out a questioning hum. “your legs are shaking.” he said before he picked you up and settled you onto the sink counter.
you tilted your head in confusion at his remark and looked down, stopping as you realised he was right. you’d pushed yourself too far without realising it. “oh.”
“yeah. oh.” he said softly as he stood between your legs and carried out your skincare routine for you. “we’re skipping the hard steps of the routine and taking you straight to bed.” he said, with an unimpressed look, leaving no room for argument. you felt a bit taken aback, and kind of silly for feeling so proud of pushing through the day. maybe it wasn’t a big deal to him, but it meant a lot to you. he wasn’t having any of this though and immediately held your face softly and lifted your head up to look at him.
“i’m not mad at you. and i am very proud of you for getting through the day. but i hate having to see you push yourself without realising what you’re doing. makes me worried for when im away at missions.” he explained gently as his thumbs caressed both of your cheeks. your eyes had widened a bit in realisation as he touched his forehead to yours and you nodded, at a loss of words. “understood?”
“understood.”
“good.” is all he said as he kissed you slowly, pulling you back to his chest, hands still holding your face, foreheads still touching as he thought of his next steps. his hands slowly trailed down your body and lifted you up by your shaking thighs, taking you towards the bed to settle you down.
he slowly massaged your legs until you fell asleep, and then pulled you in close, placing a heating patch over your stomach and locking it in place with his tight grip.
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oh my god someone pls tell ms. uterus it’s okay to chill out sometimes i’m gonna cry 😭😭 anyways, very self-indulgent post cause im suffering rn and hope that if this post reaches someone during their cycle they’re doing well! wishing yall a safe and easy period cycle this time and any time around this post slides onto your feed <3
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
fwb! john price who you only ever call to let steam off. as does he - or so you assumed. it’s usually a quick affair, considering how both of your jobs refuse to let you breathe for more than an hour at once. it’s a small process with specific steps. call. ring thrice. message received.
ring, ring, ring. beep.
fwb! john price who’s been pining after you for months now, secretly of course. he always had an excuse up his sleeve to let himself stew in denial. “don’t be a creep and ruin this arrangement”, “she’s obviously not into an old, worn out bastard like you”, “do not, ever, let her know you want her more than what you guys agreed on”.
fwb! john price who after a long day was ready to hit the sack was shocked to get a call from you. 11 p.m. on a thursday night. this isn’t the usual time or day of the week they meet. he noticed his phone didn’t ring three times and rather just kept going. is something wrong? is it not just another booty call? he doesn’t let himself keep hope for the better before he picks up your call.
“doll.”
“john?”, that’s odd. you sounded drunk. “think you can pick me up from this location i’ve sent you? i’m a little out of it and there’s a guy who’s been looking at me weird…”.
fwb! john price whose brain doesn’t even register getting out of bed and into his jeep as he reached your location in five minutes flat. he walked over to where you were sat on your bar seat, helping you lean against him, paid your tab and lead you back to his car. any man who’d been ogling you probably backing off at one look at the bear of a man who’d come to pick you up.
seating you in his passenger seat and buckling you up, he settled his hand on your thighs like he had so many times before and finally looked at you properly for the first time that night. your face had been a bit downcast and he could feel a pit forming in his stomach at just the sight.
“i’m gonna drop you home and you’ll tell me what’s botherin’ ya.”, he said gruffly, not leaving any room for argument.
fwb! john price who freezes when you hug him as he set you down on your bed. you’d never hugged. it was always just using each other in the ungodly hours of the night. this was new territory for him, but it sure wasn’t unwelcome. he’d wrapped his arms around you immediately, keeping you as close to him as possible. he’s never seen you so restless, although one could argue you two haven’t seen each other in situations outside of a bed anyway. “you’re agitated. speak.”
“just… needed to be close to you. is that weird?”, you’d slurred slightly. jesus fucking christ. had someone above heard his inner monologue and decided to fuck with him or is he just hallucinating at this point.
“what?” he’d asked, dumb of words.
“i said i needed to be close to you. breathe in your scent. feel your arms around me. is that weird, considering we’re just-” she stopped as her breath hitched at having realised how much she’d let slip out in her drunk state.
“no. no, it ain’t weird. not to me. what are ya tryin’ to say, doll? be clear.” he wasn’t just john, her friend with benefits anymore, this was captain john price asking her to clearly lay out what it is she feels and decide whether she was ready to take all he’d been more than willing to give her for months.
“i think i need more… more than just us being friends with benefits.” he could’ve sworn he felt everything stop in that second. this was not like the movies. there weren’t any sparks, or some sacred light shining down on her as she looked up at him. he just found himself stunned and frozen, unable to respond. “u-unless that’s not what you want, in which case, of course it’s fine to-”, your rambling did a perfect job of snapping him out of it.
“you don’t know how long i’ve wanted just that.”, he replied lowly, almost afraid you’d hear.
lovestruck! john price who watches your eyes widen as your mouth hangs open and could’ve sworn no man on earth has ever seen a sight more beautiful. he let his hand move to the back of your head and pull you close enough to touch your foreheads together.
lovestruck! john price who’s still processing the shock of your confession as he lays you down comfortably on your bed after changing your clothes and taking off your makeup as best as he could. he pulls you into his chest and keeps you tucked under his chin as sleep takes you away from him. he couldn’t help but promise himself he’d give you hell the second you wake up.
lovestruck! john price who barely sleeps a second that night and waits for you to wake up come morning. he watched you stir awake and question him in your bed on a weekday as you touch your head, wincing at the hangover you graced yourself with. “price… sorry did i drunk call you yesterday?”
lovesick! john price who stills when he realises you don’t remember much from last night but smiles anyway and kisses your forehead. “no. no drunk calls. but someone did end up confessing their hidden little feelings to me.”, he whispered, slyly hiding his part of the confession.
lovesick! john price who just laughs in his deep voice at your horrified expression as he gets up from the bed and puts his shoes on for the long day ahead. he can feel you bury your face halfway under your blanket as you just look up at him silently. “i hate to leave you, doll, but i’ll let your memories come back to you for now. ordered some food and coffee, it should be coming in half an hour. i’ll see you on the weekend.”, he’d said before winking at you and leaving for the day. the weekend. right. so tomorrow, basically.
you’d still been under your blanket as you physically felt your cheeks burned up. just what did you do last night, and what will you do come tomorrow?
literally my first ever written work in years (and first on a tumblr account!!) pls go easy on me ;) i hope this reaches at least some people, if not a big audience.
