rigby i think i speak for a lot of people when i say that i do NOT care if any dispatch fics u write are too long pls feed us 🙏🙏🙏
Eat up my convoluted plot!!
Pronouns: He/Him, and the reader is referred to as a man.
Physical Sex: not mentioned
How far are things going?: flirting, but I'm working on a second part that will be 18+ cause I’m a dog
Warnings: HR violations out the ass dude, Coupe and Sonar are mentioned to have cyberstalked you lol
Outline: The Z team has had significant numbers recently, and you, as SDN's wellness coordinator, are in charge of organizing a party and a prize for them! They pick the prize they want. It's very based on the fact that your powers are emotional based. Whatever you feel others will feel, and with how joyful you can be, the Z team wants to be around you to soak up that energy.
What inspired me to write this: I love office romance and superheroes…
Other: I love harem fics, and if you’ve followed me for any amount of time, this is very clear lolol. Also, I reference Bojack Horseman and that dude who stuck his dick in an M&M tube in this lol let me know if y'all find that.
Robert groaned as the familiar plastic chair backing dug into his back first thing in the morning. Before he was able to put on his headset, the smell of coffee filled his nose.
"Good morning, Robert! I’m sure you got my email?” Your voice preceded you by half a second before you appeared in his cubicle. You shuffled into his small cubicle with two cups of coffee in your hands, a big smile on your face. You were the SDN Wellness Manager, responsible for celebrations and boosting employees' morale.
If something was making someone smile, buying new office supplies, organizing company events, approving mental health days, etc., it was always because you fought for it.
You held out a cup, the warmth spreading to his hands as he took the brightly colored mug. In fact, the whole area felt like it was buzzing with a cozy, pleasant energy. You placed your cup next to Robert’s as Beef pawed at your legs.
You picked up the chunky dog, softly stroking the small area between Beef's eyes with your gloved fingers. The dog cozied up to your chest and sighed, his tail wagging wildly. Robert watched you be gentle with Beef and smiled. "Uh, morning (Name). I was just about to check, actually.” You nodded and cleared your throat, suddenly looking very professional and less bubbly.
“Since the Z team has been doing so well lately, I’m obviously responsible for organizing some kind of celebration for them.” Beef tilted his head and started sniffing at your face, nosing at your cheek, making you crack a smile. This was much better news than he expected to hear about the team from someone in Human Resources.
"Let me know what the team would actually like— food, prizes, anything." You touched his shoulder lightly. Even through the glove, it sent a pleasant fizz under his skin. He stumbled over his words as he thanked you again.
“I’ll check in this morning before your shift starts to ask a few questions, if you don’t mind,” you said with a small smile before walking over to your own desk, which was across from his cubicle. You quickly set Beef down, chuckling to the little dog about your attempt at dog napping. The small glass room you sat in was nicely decorated and felt cozy. You didn’t have the harsh lights of the rest of the office.
A soft yellow glow bathed your skin like a halo, and gentle music played on a low volume. You caught his eyes still on you and gave a happy wave before putting on your headset. Robert put on his own headset as he saw everyone come online and greet each other casually.
“The fuck is (Name) doin’ here anyway?” Punch Up was the first to notice the new presence in the call. Your photo appeared — a cute one where you looked practically glowing. “Good morning, Z Team! Your recent numbers have been excellent, and SDN, as well as I, want to celebrate you!” The call buzzed with excitement; even Coupé sounded happy.
“I’m sure you all wouldn’t want the same prizes granted to other teams, so I have a few ideas—.”
“Whoa, what are these prizes other teams get?” Flambae interrupted, offended at the notion.
“I just think you all would find it corny, like a post made about you on our Instagram, or—I’m sure no one wants to be in a raffle to have lunch with me.” You chuckled, but a silence took over the call. It worried Robert; these guys were never this quiet. They always had something to say, some smartass comment or line, but that didn’t happen here.
“Why don’t we do that one, eh? I don’t see why we should get any special treatment, we're like any other team” Flambae said, and most of the team started to agree unanimously over the mic.
“Oh wow! That’s my bad for making an assumption. But I can set up the raffle soon, and we can announce the winner tomorrow when lunch starts. I’ll see you all then—check your email for how to win!” You chirped, and then your photo disappeared.
“What’s going on? You all never agree on anything, but you agree on some cheesy ‘lunch with the principal’ as the big prize?”
“You ever read his file? His power amplifies emotions and feelings. Just being near him for a few minutes feels like nothing bad has ever happened.” Prism explained as she kicked back more comfortably, waiting to be sent on a job. “Plus, the radiation from his power if he's excited," Flambae added, "feels like taking Adderall. And like you’re a little horny."
There were a few mumbles about how they’d had their best days after something excited you, and they were nearby to soak up the energy.
Robert swallowed hard. Prism continued, "Closest anyone got to him was Sonar, and that was with gloves on. If he touches you barehanded? Boom. Instant soaked pants."
“Everyone gets a little sweaty and hot around him; most people want to chase that feeling, but he’s a bit of a prude,” Flambae added as he returned from a job.
Robert finally began to think, yeah, he did get a little sweaty around you. He figured it was because his desk wasn’t right under the AC vent.
“I had no idea,” Robert responded, short and to the point to avoid getting too personal during a work call.
Robert heard Sonar sigh dreamily, “He was petting my head; if those gloves were off, I would’ve ascended to a different plane of existence right now."
Robert found it ironic that someone almost at the head of HR was a walking violation of HR policies. "You already don’t shut the fuck up about it, and the gloves were on."
“You’re just jealous.” Prism and Sonar bickered before Invisagal spoke up.
“But it totally sucks when he uses it to make you open up. A few months ago, he poked at my shoulder and said, ‘Holding things in isn’t healthy.’" Invisagal slightly mocked your voice, “and made me confess to using all the printer paper and not restocking it.” Invisiagal sounded more than upset as she retold the story.
“So wait, does he persuade people into what he wants, or does it depend on how the person already feels?”
Flambae shrugged. "He's basically a walking HR violation, but like... a sexy one."
No one could really answer if they thought about it.
Robert suddenly questioned every moment he had spent sweating near you.
“I’m winning that stupid raffle.” Malevola sounded almost cocky as she walked down the street.
It was simple. One ticket was automatically awarded, but you could also earn more tickets to increase your chances.
- Every 5 points earned on a job was one more ticket.
- Every helpful deed noticed by (Name) or someone in the HR department earned a ticket. The deed would then be evaluated, and more tickets can be earned.
With a three-hour lunch break, everyone had to shift their focus to helping around the office.
Robert watched Punch Up leave the office with you, carrying three large boxes on each shoulder. He vaguely heard you thank Punch Up as the door closed.
Robert sat in the kitchen, slowly chewing a chocolate bar as he watched Malevola walk through a portal she had placed inside your office, holding your hand to guide you through it. You ripped off a ticket and handed it to her with a smile.
Walking back to his desk, Robert noticed Flambae in your office, holding your phone and, Robert assumed, playing music for you to add to your rotation.
Prism was talking with the media team's interns, who were clearly more excited to talk to her than she was to them. These lunch breaks were so long that Robert tended to zone out for about an hour if he wasn’t helping Royd with new mecha suit ideas, and then take Beef out to use the restroom.
And Beef was whining to be taken out. Walking past almost everyone on the Z team, scrambling to help random people in the office, was a double-edged sword. It was great to see them helping, but it was because they’d get a reward.
Eh, everyone has to start somewhere.
Standing under the cherry blossom tree, Robert watched Beef chase a bug around the courtyard. A warm blanket of happiness wrapped around his entire body. You approached, hands tucked into the pockets of your pants, and there was a specific relief in your posture when you saw Robert standing there. "I was hoping it would just be you out here," you admitted, your voice light in the quiet of the space. "I need to get away from the rest of the team for a minute." You laughed and shuffled a little closer to Robert.
“What? Don’t like having nine weirdos in your space all the time?” A smile cracked onto your face, and you nodded.
“It’s nice—the help is really nice—but it makes me a little sad knowing that after today, they won’t bother checking on anyone.”
You looked down and sighed. “Sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to deal with complaints during your lunch. Would you like to walk back together?” Your eyes held a hopeful look.
“I mean, sure, pretty sure Beef is ready for a nap anyway.” Robert pulled a small treat from his pocket and led the dog to the large glass doors.
If you had been in your office, the air would’ve felt thick and heavy with the joy you experienced. You knew better than to develop an office crush, but it was hard not to when everyone you worked with seemed so attractive.
The open space allowed the joyful air to flow and spread, not choking anyone.
“That’s nice.” The deep voice of Golem almost made you jump.
There was a big smile on his face as he watered a bed of flowers. And it dawned on you.
“Ah! A ticket for your efforts, Golem.” You pulled a small ticket from your pocket before Golem shook his head.
“Nah, baby, it’s alright, this is for me.” He motioned to the watering can and went back to watering. You hummed. How nice. Mentally noting you still needed to give him a ticket, you caught up with Robert, who held the door open for you.
“What a gentleman you are, Robert,” you laughed and began to walk up the stairs. “What are you trying to butter me up for, tickets as well?” The air around you felt pleasantly warm, like your power was leaking in soft pulses whenever your eyes met his.
“No, just doing what's right.” There was a playful smile on Robert's face as you both continued climbing. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, forcing you to answer the call in the stairwell.
Robert watched Beef trot up to Chase, sniffing the air and sneezing, which earned a coo from Chase.
“Trying to get a leg up on everyone else?” Invisigal suddenly appeared and shoved Robert’s shoulder.
“What are you talking about?” Robert questioned as he reached for his abandoned coffee cup. Bringing the cup to his lips, he waited for Invisigal to finish her accusation. Coupé stopped to glare as she restocked the printer paper.
“Being all buddy-buddy with (Name). You’re part of this competition, too.” Sonar perked up over his desk. “Whoa, Robert is getting alone time with (Name)? I didn’t give those kids financial advice for an hour to not win this competition.” Sonar’s words dripped with offense, as Punch Up also expressed his dismay. Robert moved the cup away from his lips in shock.
“Trying to suck all his energy for yourself?” Flamebae got up from his desk, stalking toward Robert. “Too bad, I’m gonna suck him first.” Robert stifled his laugh. What the hell was even going on? Why was everyone so... intense about this?
“Look, I’m not trying to suck him off. He asked me to walk with him, and I did.”
Finally, he took a sip from the cup, which tasted so good.
Really good.
Oh, fuck, it was so fucking good.
Like warm honey pouring down his chest-relaxing, euphoric, intensely comforting. He barely heard the arguing.
Robert didn’t even care about responding anymore. Defending himself from accusations of wanting to suck you off was the least of his concerns when something so amazing was in his hands.
A warmth spread down his back, hips, and swirled in his midsection as the coffee flavor lingered heavily in his mouth. Before he could take a second sip, he heard you.
“Oh! I totally left my coffee on your desk, sorry, Robert.” You took the cup from his hand and drank from it in the same spot. “Kinda cold, but what can you expect?” Walking to your office, Robert almost wanted to yell—to leap over and catch the coffee as it fell into the trash.
Instead, he could only watch helplessly as it fell with a thud. Leaving your office, you shut the door and, jokingly, hooked arms with Robert. “Onward to the cafeteria! I’m starving.”
The rest of the team glared daggers into Robert's back as the dull pain in his body that he always seemed to feel was gone now.
“He has no idea how lucky he is.” Sonar’s eyes narrowed through the glass walls of your office. "Tell me about it. Robert gets to sit and breathe in all that joy." Flamebae scoffed and drank from his water bottle.
“What? Oh, right, Robert too.” Sonar stared at Beef, who was lounging in your lap, his tongue hanging out as you scratched behind his ears. You had just finished your meal, gloves off, enjoying time with the dog. No one could hear your conversation, even though the door was open.
Just that you laughed at something Robert said, body tilting toward him.
Waterboy, who was on the Z team at this point, was busy cleaning the glass walls of your office. You noticed and placed Beef in Robert's lap. “Waterboy, you don't need to clean these anymore," you said.
Without thinking, you put a hand on his shoulder.
Your bare hand.
The team watched as Waterboy's back shot straight up; the flush on his already pink cheeks deepened. Both of you began to panic and apologized to each other. The emotional blast wasn’t one either of you were ready for. It was too much, far too much for the middle of the workday.
"Oh my god-I'm so sorry-"
"No, I'M sorry-"
Both of you stumbled over apologies until he practically sprinted out of the room. You fled into your office to yank your gloves back on; the air around you felt warm and clammy, filled with little shocks under the heavy fog of embarrassment.
When lunch ended and everyone was back to work, Robert wanted to yell in frustration. Jobs were getting done and completed, yes, but everyone was fighting over jobs.
"Come on, Bert, you've only sent me once this shift! Not fair, man!" Sonar groaned into the headset mic as Flambae and Prism were sent out on another mission together. "You've sent Waterboy three times already! I'm ready to get out there, man."
"Well, tell the people of LA to have fewer small fires and more jobs needing a bat monster if you want to be used more." Robert sighed and queued Coupé and Punch up to fight in another underground fight club. Watching their trackers go across the screen and back was easy but monotonous.
“Did you all know (Hero Name)'s ex-spouse hasn’t moved in at all since they divorced all those years ago?” Coupes' voice was steady, but there was an underlying excitement at the discovery of the Information.
“How’d you figure that out?” Malevola questioned, a little weirded out.
“Public Facebook account.” Was all coupe said as an answer.
“Maybe they just don’t post about their sex life,” Prism commented, but Coupe was quick with an answer.
“I thought so too, but looking through their posts, they lament that sex hasn’t felt good at least twice every year since they divorced. Easy to connect the dots on that one."
"And what are we supposed to do with that Coop?" Punch Up probed, trying to get more information, to see why this was even mentioned at all. "I just wanted to share my findings… Also, (Name)'s mom has baby pictures of him on her Facebook, and they are adorable." Her voice trailed, and everyone stayed silent.
“Can confirm. He wasn’t one of those babies that look like a potato.” Sonar spoke up, then quickly shut up. “Yeah. Cute baby.”
"It feels kinda scummy that you guys just want to be around him for his power." Robert finally spoke the words he's been holding in this entire time.
"It's like hanging out with someone who lights up a room, the infectious energy." Flambae started before getting cut off, "If he didn't have this power, he would still make rooms better." Malevola finished, and the entire team hummed in agreement.
Long shift aside, things went well, besides a few people complaining some more about how they were being "blue balled" by not getting jobs. Robert was ready to get home and pass out on his couch.
The sun was setting low, and the office was bathed in orange and yellow hues as Robert packed his backpack. You were still in your office, typing away with a large glass jar next to you.
The jar was filled with tickets of all different colors mixed.
You looked up and smiled, waving and yelling, "Have a good day!" to Robert.
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Mornings in the office were always calm, something you'd never take for granted. Setting down your things, you yawned and booted up your computer.
"Big day today." It was Robert, leaning in your doorway with two cups of coffee in his hands. The air around him felt calm, his tone playful. Beef walked into your office between Robert's feet and started sniffing around. "Yes, it is," taking the cup, you took a sip, "I didn't know you got here early too." Robert smiled and explained that he usually came early to use the gym.
"Ah, I always mean to take advantage of the gym, but I never find the time." You lifted the lid on the glass jar and mixed the tickets inside. “Do you think it’s overkill that I brought a nice outfit for lunch?” Robert looked at the plastic-protected jacket you hung on the coat rack of your office.
“Dry-cleaned suit, huh? Who are you trying to impress?” Robert walked deeper into your office, reaching out to look at the suit closer.
“What?! No! Nothing like that! I mean—“ you coughed and closed the jar. “That’s not appropriate for the workplace!” A heat sprang in your face that you hoped wasn’t radiating and making the entire room warm.
“Uh-huh, well, whoever wins is real lucky.” Robert stepped closer to you now, a glint in his eyes. He absolutely was feeling your flushed embarrassment.
“It’ll be like a blink of an eye when lunch finally comes around.”
“Come on! Just tell us what it felt like, Waterboy.” Invisagal pestered Waterboy, who only stuttered out a confused “huh? Wh—what?”
“What did it feel like! When he touched you.” Invisagal enunciated, “We all saw you get red and run off, so don’t act like nothing happened!”
Waterboy finally relented, “Well, it um, felt like flying— floating! In a hot tub and getting embrac— hugged. At the the same time.” He sighed, sounding embarrassed to admit how your hand on him felt in such a short amount of time.
“What does that even mean..?”
It wasn’t precisely a blink, but as your hand remixed the tickets, with the entire Z team staring at you, it felt like the past few hours escaped you.
The tickets lightly scratched your hand as you dug to the very bottom of the jar. You didn’t mean to stay for so long, but you couldn’t stop talking!
“I want to thank you all again for working so hard. Since this program formed, I was just waiting for the day I could actually celebrate you all!” Even though your energy was infectious, the rising anticipation was becoming unbearable.
“Yes, yes, you’re very sweet and thoughtful, the room tastes like sugar. Come on now!” Flambae clicked his tongue and used his hands to urge you on.
Hope you're doing well, Sir Guri. Take all the time you need and stay safe where ever you may travel.
I'm well now, and hopefully I'll be more active. But soon I'll be starting my 6th semester and idk!! Hopefully I'll get a good internship, thank you for the safe wishes!!
Last year there was a big protest to the point that classes had to be online for safety since my campus was really near the protest site.
I hope you've been keeping yourself safe as well!!
tags: nsfw, masturbation, implied poly141, sub verse Soap, dom verse Gaz, musk kink, sweat kink, non-sexual nudity, military inaccuracies, (maybe) OOC 141, use of L/N (one time) on ch2, established age for when reader joined the army but current age is kept vague, reader has an established callsign, swearing, brief description of a dead animal on ch3, (will add more as story progresses)
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Concept
Chapter 1 - New Blood
Chapter 2 - New Rhythm
Chapter 3 - New Bonds
Chapter 4 - Between Comfort and Duty
Chapter 4.5 - "Gym" Session
Chapter 5 - Call for Duty and Desire (in the works)
More soon...
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a/n: my first multi-chapter fic. Not fully confident of what I am doing.
so originally I was gonna say some stupid thing with the f-slur in it (I can reclaim it trust) but then it turned into "frag nuts", I don't know how
But imagine ur getting down on some dude and your about to give him a blowjob and he like hides his balls from you and you're like "nah you're getting naked w me lil bro" and you pull down his pants the rest of the way and you just see 2 big ass frag grenades connected to his dick and you're like "wtf" and he's like "dude don't back down now" and then in the middle of you giving him a blowjob his dick fucking pops off and then the both of you fucking explode
anyway thank you for your time
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Sorry for being off the grid for a while, 3rd semester just started for me and it's getting rougher and I lost my writing spark along the way, and thus I still I won't be as active as I was months ago.
But I'm hoping to give writing another go, thank you for supporting me all this time, I feel guilty and feel as if I don't deserve your support but I'll try my best to keep up with you guys.
Nobody can convince me otherwise that Price wouldn't cry if he was proposed to/proposing
He gives off similar vibes to my dad and he cried at his wedding cause he was so happy
Okay, 1) Ur dad sounds super sweet lol. 2) Price so would and have a surprise ficlet.
Would you?
CW: SFW, Price X GN reader fluff, proposals, crying
The thought of marriage strikes him as you two lay in bed one night. It's not a particularly special night; he's not fresh from the battlefield or hardening his heart to go back to it. It's just a regular Tuesday night — your arms around him, your legs a tangle of limbs in the sheets, your head resting over his chest so you can be lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart — when he thinks. . . Wouldn't it be nice to be buried under your name?
That maybe, just maybe, he'll have you to keep him from a pauper's grave. That your and his bones will be able to mix when time erodes flesh, wood, and earth between you two. That the only thing that will remain will be those gold rings.
He starts planning that morning, approaching the proposal like he would a suicide mission; he calculates every variable, scours his brilliantly sharp mind for every little detail he's catalogued about you, making plans upon plans for how it could go both wrong and right. Writing sessions of what he wants to say to you stretch long into sleepless nights, he cracks open that old dusty book of family recipes and scribbles little exclamation marks next to the dishes you enjoy, secretly taking your ring measurement so he can confidently go ring shopping.
His wallet is fat from his work, yet he picks up side jobs in the private security sector on his off time — He's happy to babysit overgrown brats if it means he can buy you a ring without blood money. He wants this to be something pure and free of the violence shrouding his life. He doesn't do it often, but some times he fantasizes of what will come next; he'd hate to wear a stuffy suit like he does his military blues to those posh military dinners, but for you, it wouldn't feel like a labour nor a penance. He's sure it wouldn't take much for Kate to get her officient license, and whenever he starts thinking of that Price finds himself smiling like a loon at the thought of you on your wedding day, bright eyed and with a big smile with his ring on your finger.
A simple question — what if you refuse? — always brings him back down to the ground and drags his heart to the pit of his stomach. He tries not to think about it (he thinks too much about it, the bloody fool)
He decides to propose on your anniversary.
He wakes up long before you, having barely slept a wink the night before with last minute thoughts running through his head. Breakfast is ready for you by the time you stumble out of bed, his beard scratching your chin as he gives you a goodbye kiss before you set out to work. He spends the rest of the day making sure the house is spotless, getting you flowers, picking out the nicest clothes you two have and then goes to make dinner.
And of course, the things out of his control go wrong on the one day he needs it to be perfect. He only notices the oven is busted when the roast he's making in it starts smoking enough to set off the fire alarm. He scrambles to salvage it but it's too late and he's left scurrying around the kitchen trying to figure out something else.
Price doesn't notice when you get home, the locking of the door and your tired footsteps betting lost in the sound of clattering pots and pans. He nearly tosses the pan he's holding when you sneak up and wrap your arms around him, pulling him back from the roaring fire of the stove to press your chest to his back.
You rest your head on his shoulder, lips brushing his neck. "Relax," You say, both an admonishment and a suggestion.
"Bloody git". Price grumbles to himself under his breath but relaxes into you, nuzzling his head against yours. "M' sorry love, the bloody oven broke and-" he clams up just as he's starting to explain, already rethinking the proposal as a whole because Christ, how can he be a good husband when he can't even make you dinner properly?
"Hey," You begin and kiss his temple, rubbing soothing circles into his side. "How about we dress up and I'll order take out huh?" You say, letting go of him and taking charge by calling both of your favourite takeout place before he even has a chance to refuse.
Price knows this proposal is dead in the water. He's seen far too many proposal videos on that TokTik app — the ones with extravagant locations and massive diamond rings gifted to the brides to be via doves — to know such a simple proposal would fly.
But he still goes along with your plan; At the very least he can enjoy the sight of you done up in nice clothes, in the knowledge you do it for him. And he's sure you love how he looks in his suit too, his beard can't hide how pink his cheeks get when you call him dashing or handsome as you fix his tie. He gets you back though, cupping your cheek when you're done with his tie so he can pull you in for a long and slow kiss. He wants to press further, proposal plans already at the back of his mind, but he's interrupted by the delivery guy. He's especially not pleased when you stick your tongue out at him like a child and scamper away to get your takeout.
After plating the food, you sit down to eat, and Price remembers to light the special candles he'd bought. The food is good even if it's not what he'd wanted, but it's easy to forget about this shortcoming of his when you're laughing and telling him about some thing that happened to you today. He listens intently, remembering why he loves you when you speak so passionately about your hobby.
Price decides this is it.
He had a speech prepared, written and rewritten a dozen times until it was perfect, the one he'd practiced all day until his throat was raw. But the words dissapear like a mirage in his mind, and even if he did remember them, it would feel too out of place. So he simply stands up, cutting your talk short. His back aches as he gets to one knee, hands shaking a bit and fumbling with the box before he presents the golden ring to you. "Do you. . ." He hesitates, takes a deep breath, "Do you want to spend the rest of our lives together?"
Your eyes flicker between him and the ring, staring, bewildered. The pit in his stomach grows with every passing second, only to swallow up his heart when you open your mouth and say "Are you serious?"
This is it, Price thinks, he's mistaken what you two had together for something it was not. He's already thinking of ways to backtrack, fat tears building at the corners of his eyes that he desperately tries to blink away.
He's caught unaware when you kneel down in front of him. There's a sheepish look on your face as you bring out your own little box. Inside is a simple golden ring, your and his initials carved into it.
You give him a wry little smile, "Surprise."
Price stares at the ring. A second passes. Then another. A third one is well on it's way before his mind finally realises what this is and a childish laugh bubbles from his chest. "You-" He reaches out and pulls you into a bear hug. "-bloody Muppet almost made my heart give out." He grouches but absolutely melts into your body as you return the hug. You feel his mighty shoulders shake and chest rumble as his laughter gets out of control, pulling you into laughing with him.
He buries his face into your neck, trying to say something but his hiccups turn the words into meaningless happy noise. He doesn't even notice when he starts to cry, but it's a good type of crying — the one where you just don't know how to express the light airy feeling gripping your chest. Price feels like his ribcage is stuffed with dandelion fluff, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I love you." He says into your skin, low and quiet, voice still raw as he nuzzles his beard into your neck. His hands grip you tightly, afraid to let go.
"I love you too." You say, kissing him with nothing but love and care and tenderness in your actions.
Price is running high on the buzz of getting engaged when you two settle on the couch, back in comfortable pyjamas and wrapped up in blankets and each others arms, your takeout on the table as you settle to watch a movie. Your hand finds his, two golden rings clicking together beneath the sheets, and Price feels fresh tears roll down his cheeks before you kiss them away.
Being buried under your name would be nice, but living under your name is much better.
Beautiful Person Award. Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out!🌸
OMOOO COYOTEE THANK YOUU I'LL TRY TO PASS IT ON!!!
Cw: none except it might be a bit ooc >< anything for the gap moe
Imagine Ghost who absolutely loves you and by extension, loves your cooking. Always bragging to the task force about the amazing meals you prepare him every time he comes back home, to the point where they (mostly Soap and Gaz) beg Ghost to let them come with him whenever he goes home, wanting to have a taste of your cooking that Ghost keeps bragging about (he eventually does)
He's your personal taste tester and he takes the utmost pride in that, always sitting in the kitchen ready for the moment where you ask him, "can you taste this for me?" And him leaning in to taste and tell you praises or what could be lacking.
Through this you didn't think he had any preferences towards his food and that made you quite glad.
Until you tried to make a spicier recipe.
You were trying to make a dish hot enough and tasty enough to make your ancestors proud, and like always Simon is sitting near the kitchen counter watching you cook.
You didn't know how nervous he got when he saw you cutting up alot of chili peppers.
Bro had to excuse himself due to the smell it emitted when you started cooking with them.
Eventually when you were finished he came back. "Ah, Simon! Come here I think I did really good on this one" you said with your signature confident smile, and Simon just couldn't refuse, so he took a spoonful.
"Good right?"
"Yeah, good." He'd respond trying not to choke.
But immediately a second later he started tearing up and choking, trying his best to look calm as he walked to the fridge, opening it and getting milk to drink straight out of the carton.
"You know you could've just, not taste tested it-"
(Been craving Poly Shadow company x Graves x Male reader (maybe his right handman). Id like to imagine theyre a giant poly group.
Like for example, that guys your boyfriends girlfirends partners boyfriend, so why dont you both make out and snuggle.
If you're up to it, that is.)
I'm so sorry for giving your request late, Sharko! I hope this is ok, please if you'd like more just send another ask and I'll try my best to do it ><
Graves, the man who has the whole shadow company wrapped around his finger, it's no secret that the group has some type of bond. Everyone can see that they're closer than your average military unit.
The whole team is riddled with fraternizing in the workplace, including you and especially Graves, since he's apparently everyone's favorite.
You'd think people outside of your crew would catch on but the frequent touches from soldier to soldier were easily passed off as "friendly" or even "brotherly" those were specifically the answers for outsiders. But when a new recruit joins and they've been in the company for a good few months most things get revealed.
They'd be walking to the rec room or common area and you'd be there sitting on the couch, one soldier on your lap and the other snuggling to your side. When they ask what's going on you simply answer "this one here is my boyfriend and this is his girlfriend" which would shock the new recruit for sure, but they'll have to get used to it.
And it isn't a common thing to enter Graves's office and see a soldier on his lap, either just sitting there comfortably or kissing each other. It doesn't really matter since said soldier is allowed to listen on whatever you had to discuss with him.
The soldiers LOVE sitting on Graves's lap in his office, makes them feel special and all that, they probably even have scheduled time for who and when to sit on his lap.
One thing about Graves is that his favorite seat out of all Shadow Company is your lap, loves how strong your thighs feel and how secure he feels when you circle your arms around him.
Whenever you two get caught being lovey dovey with each other by another soldier, said soldier would want in immediately, adding another pair of lips to pay attention to while making out. And suddenly another pair of lips show up, but none of you mind, that's how you all have always worked and it always worked perfectly.
