I've had this idea for a while, but I wasn't sure who to ask. But after reading Bird Hunting I'm confident you'll do it perfectly 🥰
What if the reader was affectionate with people. Like before every mission they (platonically) tells everyone 'I love you' and blows them a kiss. Leaves little notes in everyone's vests, things like that. Thank you🩷🩷
Thank you for your lovely message! I appreciate the trust you put on me, I hope not to disappoint hehe. I completed this request with both bullet headcanons and a lil'drabble, hope you like it! Under the cut for length!
Warnings: none! pure fluff, GN!reader
Word count: 1200~
Task Force 141 + affectionate reader
the moment you stepped into base it became clear that you’d be the resident care bear.
you made it your life mission to make sure everyone on base knew they were loved
because everyone deserves to be loved - looking at you, Simon *wink wink*
your levels of affection varied from person to person, always being mindful of how comfortable they felt with it
for Ghost for example, you were more inclined to have a cup of Earl Gray ready for him the moment he walked into the common lounge, and sat in silence with him for however long he needed it.
sometimes you’d pat him on the shoulder (when he was sitting down ofc) when you walked past and greeted him variations of “hello mister grim reaper!”, “how’s my favorite specter doing today?”, “woah, you look delightfully cadaverous today~”
he always glared at you when you did that, but he was definitely blushing under the facepaint and skull mask, don’t be fooled.
your loving words would stay swimming around his brain for days on end
Price wasn’t against physical affection, but he felt queasy about having a subordinate hugging him in front of others
a pat on the shoulder or the back from you, with a “glad to see you, Captain!” in the mornings was more than enough to lift his spirits for the rest of the day
you also made sure to sneak in his favorite bourbon for his birthday - he scolded you lightly about rules and regulations, but once no one was around he gave you a one-armed hug and a “thanks, kid, appreciate it”
would definitely burst into tears if you told him “Love you, dad!”, so use it wisely
with both Gaz and Soap, however, you went all out.
they had no qualms at all being physically affectionate
Soap in particular would see you running towards him and immediately drop anything he was holding to catch you in his arms, maybe even give you a lil’ twirl as you planted a wet smooch on his cheek
he would definitely give you a wet smooch back and a big ol’ squeeze
Gaz wasn’t as over-the-top with affection, he was much calmer than Soap
nevertheless, he never, ever, refused your affection
he would immediately feel soothed and content the moment you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, or gave him a kiss on the cheek
receiving any physical affection made him feel giddy in general, sometimes he had a hard time wrapping his head around some of the things he had to do for his job
if you blew Gaz or Soap a kiss they would immediately blow one back
in general, something you never failed to do was to sneak little notes of affirmation in their gear without them noticing
or at least you thought they didn’t notice
they always noticed when your fingers dig a bit too far in their pockets, they just pretended not to notice
because they knew that, the moment they needed it, they would find a lovely note in your handwriting reminding them of how loved they were
Simon made you believe he tossed them away but he actually stacked them in his journal to read in his darkest hours
Soap taped them to the wall next to his bed so he could re-read them all before he went to sleep
Price also collected them in his journal, but taped his favorite one - “Can’t wait to see you soon! Take care, love you!” - to a framed photo of his beloved team
Gaz kept your little notes in the drawer of his bedside table, and every morning he’d choose one to keep in his pocket at all times during the day
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You waited patiently by the door, blinking slowly at the hallway within the base. It was zero-two-forty-five and you should definitely be asleep by now - this was not a mission for you, after all. But you wouldn't simply go to sleep without your little departing ritual.
The footsteps echoing in the hallway perked you up, your fingers fiddling with the tiny pieces of paper in your pockets.
Captain Price was the first to arrive, as usual. He shot you a warm smile the moment he noticed you, and you replicated it while opening up your arms. He glanced around and, once verifying there were no other soldiers in the vicinity, he relented and let you give him a quick hug.
A little smirk found his lips when he felt your fingers dig a bit too hard in the area near his smaller holsters. He said nothing, though, and you looked up at him with a grin.
“I hope everything goes well, Cap!”
“Thanks, kid,” he patted your head before stepping out of your short-lived embrace, he walked out and went to have a word with the pilots.
Ghost was the next one. You hadn’t heard him approach you, but he patiently waited for you to notice his presence. When you finally did, you patted his shoulder and shot him a wink, your lips still stretched into a grin as you slipped a paper in his radio holster.
“Be safe out there, ‘kay? I’ll be waiting for you, LT.”
He only answered with a small grunt, but the softness in his eyes was noticeable miles away. He waited for your touch to leave him before stepping away - he didn’t want you to think he was shrugging you off.
“Hey, Y/n!” Soap called you, and you opened your arms wide for him to fit in the middle. He let his weapon hang to wrap both arms around you, effectively picking you up and giving you a tight squeeze, “don’t miss me too much, eh?” He smirked down at you, and you answered with a chuckle and squished his cheeks between your hands - after slipping his note into one of his back holsters.
“I'll always miss you, though,” you hummed, “I promise not to watch Wednesday without you, so don’t worry about that.” He gave you another tight squeeze with a “you better not!” growl into your neck, making you giggle and kick the air.
Gaz’s own chuckle brought you back to the present, and Soap lowered you to your feet before jogging towards the helicopter. You cupped Gaz’s face and brought him down to you, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Take care out there, yeah? Don’t do anything too crazy, hm?”
Gaz snorted and shot you a smirk, “you sure you shouldn’t tell that to someone else?” he teased, his head tilting toward the Scot.
“And you think he’d listen to me?” you shot back, before wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug - also slipping his note in one of the back holsters, “see you soon, Gaz,” you mumbled in his neck, and he reciprocated with a squeeze.
Just as Gaz joined the others on the helicopter, the engine roared to life, and you stepped closer just so you’d be heard above the noise. You cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled out, “Love you! Take care! See you soon!”
You knew you wouldn’t be able to hear them say anything back, and you sometimes doubted they could even hear you over the roar of the engines. But you never failed to reassure them that there was someone waiting for their safe return.
Hi hon😚 It's been a while, I just wanna check in and make sure everything is okay...
Are you drinking enough water? Eating enough? Getting good sleep?
hi! omg it's been forever. yeah i'm doing ok! i moved again and my mental health took a downslide really badly. i recently started crocheting and getting more involved with work, so my time has been focused off of the internet for a little bit.
i'm going to get back to writing though! i decided that for every fic i write that's not dark in here (because i swear to god i will finish that fic if it kills me) i will write one chapter of that until it's done.
Sweet baby Gaz dosent get enough love☹️will you write a blurb for him🥺🥺
Happy valentines day! 🩷💕💐🌷🌼🍫
Happy (belated) Valentine's Day for you too!! Here's some sweet baby Gaz 4 u 🫶♥️
Warnings: none!
Kyle was so ready to crumble down in bed the moment he walked into your shared apartment. It had been a long, taxing day, and he hadn't had been able to sneak in any extra hours of sleep the past week.
However, he had promised to take you to the movies, and he wouldn't forgive himself if he went back on his word. You had been the best thing that happened in his life in years, and he wanted to show you in every way possible.
He would brace himself for at least three more hours of keeping himself awake - if he could do it in the field, he would certainly be able to do it during a movie, right?
Unbeknownst to Kyle, you were also contemplating tonight's plans, but on a different light. You had noticed his exhaustion pile up during the week, and tonight was the first night in almost a month in which he returned home at a somewhat decent hour.
You had both planned to have a movie date taking his schedule into account, as they were exciting to you both. It was your favourite type of date because you didn't need to dress up all fancy - it was his favourite because he would spend most of the movie watching you.
However, as you saw him dragging his feet towards the shower, you made up your mind.
A few minutes later, when Kyle walked back into the living room, freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, you took his hand and dragged him to the sofa.
"We're going to be late," he protested weakly, but sat down with you nonetheless - he didn't want to think about how the sofa was so soft and sank under his and your weight combined.
"Nonsense," you smiled at him, cupping his face and kissing his forehead, "we've still got several minutes, you should take a power nap, that's all."
Kyle wanted to protest again, he really did, but the words 'power nap' occupied his thoughts instantly and he let himself fall, resting his head on your lap. Your hands fell on his back and started massaging his muscles, causing him to let out a throaty moan.
"...Ten minutes, no more."
You smiled as he started snoring just seconds later, and admired his training for making him able to fall asleep wherever. Now, you had to stay put for however long he needed.
You admired his sleeping face, stroking his tired shoulders and running your fingers through his hair, watching the minutes pass. Movie dates could wait for another time -at this moment, you preferred to watch your beloved Kyle completely melt under your touch.
Would you rather be stranded on a desert island or trapped in a room?
Easily trapped in a room depending on the room. If its like a room with like a pc, internet w/ food and drink (maybe bathroom) you know like prision or something, def taking that. Considering I spend 99% of the time in my house, I already kinda do that. So really just depending on the room. Like desert island? Have collect my own food? Deal with the weather? THE SUN? If theres one thing about me is that I get super pissed if I'm overheating. Fuck that.
This girl would love to have four arms. Can you think of all the multitasking abilities I'd have? Also, never having to worry about things not fitting my purse. I'd have extra hands to hold onto things!
