#winter yaps

[marewinter]

Robby falling asleep to noise. He always watches the national geographic. It’s routine when he gets home, maybe eats dinner if he’s not too tired, showers to wash the guilt and grime off (so what if he cries in there, that’s his business), crawls into bed and watches the tv with glazed eyes until he falls asleep. That sleep is plagued with nightmares that have him waking up with a cold sweat on his brow, gasping for air.

Jack who yaps when it gets too quiet and cradles him close to his chest, cuddling on the couch, prosthetic off in its usual space, propped up. He presses lazy kisses to the top of the brunette’s head, trying to convey how much he loves him in every one. The tv is just background noise, he wasn’t paying much attention to it in the first place, not when Robby looked like he was about to have a breakdown as soon as he walked through the door. After feeding and bathing and dressing him in some of his own clothing, Jack swaddled him in a blanket and tucked him into his chest, putting the tv on and quietly rambling on about something or other he read online. The sound of his voice slowly faded as Robby’s breathing started to slow and even out. Jack knew his favourite spot was having his head tucked close to his heart, listing to it thump. Warm. Alive. He reached to get the remote and turns the tv off, opting to card his fingers through his lover’s hair, falling asleep himself eventually.

When they have a power outage and Robby can’t have anything on in the background, plagued by the noises from the ER, monitors, codes, dying breaths of his patients, Jack keeps talking until he gets out of his head enough to at least relax if not fall asleep. He gently scratches the hair in the back of Robby’s neck, it gets him all pliant and makes his brain a little softer, more forgiving. Jack will be the rock in his storm of self hatred and guilt as long as he needs it.

[wintermare]

The thought of Ghost having a flashback and Soap laying on him on the floor and rambling away about anything and everything to try get him distracted. Ghost likes it because the Scottish accent makes him have to actively think to process his words. It may be minutes or hours until Simon fully comes back to himself but Johnny will stay as long as it takes.

If they cuddle after, it's their business.

[winteriiine]

21 years

[winterkat06]

Y'know, being AroAce is hard sometimes.

Don't get me wrong, its easy, its pretty much just chilling

But sometimes its annoying bcuz NO ONE seems to understand what it means, not even other lgbtq people.

My friends even tried setting me up on a date, even after knowing I'm AroAce!

Being AroAce isn't a phase, and you don't just magically stop being AroAce.

My friends even say im not rlly AroAce bcuz im also bi/have hear me outs.

....I think ik what I am, thx. U dont get to tell me what I am, do ur research.

So if u have a AroAce friend, respect them, dont assume its a phase, dont tell them they're not AroAce and PLS dont set them up on dates.

[boltstark]

I just rewatched set it up and it gave me the best idea for a buddie fic where hen and chim resort to locking them in a storage closet bc they're over listening to buck and eddie lament about their supposed unrequited feelings for each other

the only thing- it doesn't work since they forgot that ravi was in there too. so (to honor the movie that inspired this) hen and chim (conveniently) can't go to the LA kings game they had tickets for and give them to buck and eddie.

but hen and chim still go because hen has a friend who works with the team and can get them on the kiss cam. and when her friend puts them on screen, they're immediately like "definitely not" and the camera cuts away after a few moments. but it returns to them, they decide to kiss, and they finally have their "oh" moment while hen and chim are rejoicing in another section

[wintermare]

My weakness is Ghost feeling comfortable with Soap being behind him without feeling the need to constantly watch him. He knows he has his six.

When Johnny fell asleep on his shoulder in the rec room and drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, Ghost didn't push him off like others expected him to. Instead he sat as still as the skilled sniper he was, sending murderous glares in the direction of anyone making any form of noise. (Gaz would never admit he may or may not have taken some blackmail photos as he was passing by the doorway.) After what seemed centuries and Johnny woke much to his dismay blinking owlishly at his surroundings not quite comprehending, Ghost didn’t want it to end.

Ghost would rarely ever let people tend to his wounds. He didn't like being poked and prodded by the medical staff no matter how many qualifications they had. Even if he was on the verge of giving up the ghost he'd rather fistfight Death itself if it were up to him (Price grabbed him by the scruff escorted him there himself). Once, when the sergeant and his LT were in a safehouse together, a simple recon op went to shit and they both got a little bashed and bruised, but luckily nothing servere. Ghost felt sticky blood drying under his mask, mouth twitching in discomfort. As Soap finished up cleaning his own wounds, he flicked his shining blue eyes up at his superior, pointedly glancing at some of his visible wounds. Five minutes later, Ghost found himself sitting, lets outstretched on the dusty floor with Johnny gently tending to his wounds, swabbing disinfectant over the cuts and brushing away any bits of dirt and gravel. A content silence fell over them as Soap worked as delicately as he could. Ghost refused to let out a sound of discomfort, focusing instead on Johnny’s furrowed brow, eyes as blue as a bright summer sky shining in concentration. He didn’t protest when his fingers brushed against his mask, silently asking for permission. Only a slight nod and he let the filthy material to be gently rolled up his face.

Where around other soldiers Ghost remained alert and focused no matter how weary, around Johnny he found his head nodding as he was tugged into the alluring tendrils of sleep. Or when Soap gives him a friendly slap on the arm he doesn't feel repulsed like usual, but a sense of ease and warmth, like it grounded him. It was foreign to a man like himself. He wasn't supposed to be soft, or let his guard down and certainly not become attached to a subordinate no less.

Though, as he listened to the snoring sergeant's heartbeat and curled up in the Scot’s arms like a cat leeching warmth from his oven of a body, perhaps Simon could allow himself to be soft.

[wintermare]

Simon will stand like he’s been made of stone and stay like that for hours on end, not even an environmental catastrophe could move him. The complete opposite to Johnny who simply cannot stay still for the life of him (when not on missions), bouncing in the balls of his feet or draped across the nearest person as he yammers away.

In meetings he’s fidgeting with a pen as he pays attention to the person speaking as Ghost looks like a statue that was made on the chair and had been there for over a decade. In the mess hall Soap’s leg is jiggling up and down when he chows down on the fairly edible food they’ve been served that day, the mountain of a man next to him, methodically picking at it, every movement calculated and precise.

Soap fidgets when they're alone in Ghost's room as he polishes his knives, twiddling his pencil between his fingers as he tries to figure out what to sketch. His eye lands on the man clad in black before him, meticulously cleaning his blades until they shine. The lead carves into the paper and the quiet scritch of the tip fills the otherwise silence of the room. If Ghost notices him looking up at him every few seconds, he doesn't comment on it.

The only time Johnny is still is when he is grounding Simon from his memories, when everything gets too much. He sprawls across him like a dog trying to comfort his owner, murmuring soft reassurances when Simon can bear the noise. He keeps watch after manhandling him into bed knowing that's the only way Ghost will allow himself to at least lay down. Johnny finds himself idly petting the man's forearm as his gaze flicks around the room, taking note of the few things (all practical and not decorative) reside alongside Ghost. There's not much he can see in the murky darkness of the room but he can make out a stack of books on the top of the wardrobe. Maybe he'll check them out in the morning and read them so he can talk about them with Ghost, but for now, he'll watch his six until he feels ready to face the world again.

[wintermare]

Simon Riley, the tank of a man, has the deep and aching need to be held like a fragile thing.

John MacTavish who presses whisper soft kisses to his scarred face and caresses his body with gentle touches.

Late at night when Simon doesn’t feel himself, he trudges his way to Johnny’s quarters and lets himself in, waking him with a gruffish grunt and sinking down on the floor next to the cot. Johnny’s hand will find its way to his cropped hair after he sheds the mask and give him soft scritches until he falls into a light doze and Johnny back to sleep.

Simon knows deep down after his Johnny’s death that no one else will be able hold him just right. He becomes a shell of who he once was once more, simply another weapon in the armoury.