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Listen im just in love with fictional men 21 they/she

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Theoretically... would you guys want some ATSV content? it's my new hyperfiction.

Dw for Wesper and Shadow and Bone, I still intend to do some of that but I've been reading and enjoying punkflower or Chaiflower or Chaipunk (IDC WHAT YALL SAY HOBIE IS A TEENAGER)

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Careless supernova (Pt2 wesper angst)

Woot woot I found time to finish this anyways, no warning

WC-1589- enjoy!

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Jespers eyes flicked over the shorter boy, His eyes were tired, deep bags rested under his eyes. Jesper shook away the urge to reach out and touch him, tell him that he was sorry and that if he could take it all back he would. 

Instead he scoffed and pushed past the auburn haired boy. “What are you doing here?” He demanded. 

“Kaz said there was a mercher who had some documents he wanted” Wylans eyes roamed Jesper’s face. Scoffing jesper felt that familiar sense of disappointment that kaz had left out a key detail. 

“Whatever, don't get in the way, merchlling” The familiar nickname no longer held the playful tone from before, this time it was an insult, made to cut. Turning around, Jesper scanned the street for the familiar shape of inej. 

“Jesper wait-” Wylan started but was cut off as jesper whipped around to face him. 

“Look, whatever you're going to say, just leave it.” jesper interrupted the smaller boy with a harsh tone. 

“We should talk about last night,” Wylan tried. 

“There is nothing to talk about. Nothing happened.” Jesper looked down at Wylan with narrowed eyes. “You made that perfectly clear, now leave it at that and we can both go our separate ways and forget about each other” Wylan didn't get a chance to respond as inej made her presence known beside them. 

“I found an unlocked window, it is pretty easy but we don't have a ton of time. The meeting is already half way done.” straight to the point as always, jesper mused quietly as he nodded. Not sparing the merchling a second glance, she turned away. 

“Alright let's go” 

The three of them made their way into the house without much issue before splitting off to cover the large house quicker. As jesper opened door after door the feelings from before began to resurface, A familiar hole making its presence known deep within his chest. He knew it was for the better. The quicker he could leave this job and forget about wylan using some pretty boy or girl from the club the better.  

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The plan went off without a hitch. They stole the documents, wylan burned open the safe and they left quickly. As they made their way back to the club silently, Jesper couldn't help but fidget with the revolvers on his hip. He couldn't wait to sit down at a table and forget about all of this. But alas the saints above had no such plan for him. 

As soon as they entered the club jesper went off to get a drink and left wylan and inej to find kaz. He began to ponder why kaz thought it necessary to bring all of them on a trip that inej could have pulled off on her own. In his train of thought he failed to notice a pair of eyes that belong to a particularly annoying merchling following his every move. 

However before he could notice a pair of well manicured hands slid over his arm and a pair of gold eyes traced his face. “Hello handsome, Im kuwei and you are?” His voice held a thick accent, definitely a foreigner. That never stopped jesper before it wont now. Letting his signature smirk grace his face he looked at the other boy. 

“Jesper fahey at your service” The dark haired foreigner smiled at that. “Jesper, Very pretty name for a very pretty face” kuwei practically purred out. His slender hands ran over the lapels of Jesper’s jacket as his eyes followed Jesper's. 

“Carefull, you're starting a very dangerous game” Jesper smiled. This was something he could do. Pretend to be someone else for the night. A voice in the back of his head was screaming at him to stop and go see his redheaded chemist. He shook that thought away. 

“I tend to enjoy dangerous games” The raven haired boy smirked, his eyes flicking between jesper’s lips and eyes rapidly, Only then did jesper realize how close they were. His hands landed on the hips of the boy's smaller frame. Suddenly Jesper's eyes were pulled away from the foreigner in front of him. They landed on a certain redhead he was trying to forget. Wylan hadn't looked away fast enough and jesper saw the hurt look on his face. Suddenly filled with an ugly feeling, Jesper stood. Kuwei stumbled at Jesper's sudden movement. WIthout thinking, Jesper turned and quickly made his way out into the open street. 

Shaking his head the zemeni boy willed the feeling in his chest to dissipate. He didn't have any more feelings for wylan. He couldn't. Despite his will, his dark eyes welled up with tears nonetheless. One of his hands came up to cover his mouth to avoid a sob passing through. Jesper Fahey missed wylan. 

It was an unfortunate and sudden realization and one he couldn't seem to forget. Because jesper fahey was totally and irrevocably in love with Wylan van eck. 

The realization hit him like a bullet. Wylan van eck had carefully chipped away all the brick and mortar that surrounded his very existence. He had slipped through the cracks and broke the walls down one by one. He had painted over the ugliest parts of jesper and created something worth living for. He played that stupid flute so loud it drowned out the ugly thoughts in Jesper’s head.

Wylan van eck had made jesper whole. 

This epiphany was suddenly halted as a quiet voice said his name. 

“Jesper? Are you alright” The auburn mop atop his head was almost black in the low light. And his eyes were shaded by the hair, it curled tightly around his ears and was in desperate need of a haircut. Briefly, Jesper thought about what it would be like to put his hair up like how he occasionally helped inej. The thought was gone as soon as it came as he remembered the harsh words spoken the night previous. 

“What do you want?” Jesper bit out with more force than necessary. He saw wylan purse his lips, tilting them down in a small frown. 

“You seemed to rush out rather quickly, I wanted to make sure you were okay” The boy's voice was small. Jesper hated how it caused that ugly feeling to boil in his stomach once again. 

Jesper wanted to scream. He wanted to shout about how it wasnt fine, in fact he was the farthest thing from it. Jesper wanted to cry, he wanted to curl up in that room with wylan and cry. He wanted to be vulnerable with him because he was sick of being strong all the time. He wanted to be brave and tell wylan how he was feeling. But jesper fahey is a coward. 

“I'm fine, you should go back inside” His voice shaked even as he willed it not to. It would be much easier if wylan would go inside. At least then he wouldn't have to look at the dejected look in those pretty eyes. 

“Jesper I-” Wylan paused. Sighing he hardened his features.

“Dont, just don't” Jesper was fidgeting, He wanted nothing more than to be left alone but he feared if he was he wouldn't be able to stop the onslaught of emotions that seemed to nag at the back of his head.

“Dont what jesper.” Wylans tone was frustrated. “I don't get it. I try to get you to open up to me about it all and all you do is push me away” Jesper chewed on his lip. He remained stubbornly quiet. “All I have done is try and make you comfortable, You don't want to talk to me. EVER. I've opened my whole past to you, and you never feel comfortable with me holding the burden with you ill never force you to talk to me but thats how relationships work. If you are nervous , scared or worried you talk to each other. You figure it out together, that's how this should work, jesper.” The shorter boy took a deep breath “Did I do something to make you not trust me?”

“No,” jesper replied without thinking. 

“Then what?” Wylan asked, jesper only looked down and away from the merchling. He could feel Wylan’s stare. It bore into him. Sighing dejectedly, Wylan turned and began to make his way back into the club. 

“You consume everything, My every thought.” jesper blurted. Wylan paused but did not turn around. “You are the most important thing that has ever happened to me. You made me love living again. You began to heal wounds that you did not make, You filled every aspect of my life with joy and you made things better when it hurt. You consume me. And I would do anything to protect you.” Jesper paused before breathing. “And i'm scared of that” 

Wylan turned around looking at the tall zemeni boy. Jesper watched wylan trace his face with his eyes. He was scared for a moment that wylan would laugh in his face and walk away. 

“It scares me too. You know when I said what I said last night. I regretted it the moment I said it. And I know that it won't fix it. Not even close. But I want to try and fix it.”  wylan was watching Jesper’s face intently. Nervous for his reaction. Before either of them could think, Jesper moved towards wylan, and wylan moved towards him. They met in the center. Their two very beings moulding together like a careless supernova. 

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I hope you all enjoyed this mini series, please leave likes and reblog, it motivates me fr.

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Careless supernova (Jesper angst)

WC-1664 warnings (angst, arguments ig)

‘When my time comes around’

‘Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth’

Jesper didn’t know when the novice demo man became his whole universe; His moon, his stars, his nebula. All in one small auburn haired boy. He didn’t know when the universe walked into his life. He didn’t know when things stopped seeming so daunting as long as smaller slender hands were wrapped in his. When small shoulders brushed his and when the smell of chemicals became as home as that farm in the middle of the fields. 

No, Jesper didn't know when Wylan became a part of him. 

But he certainly knew when he was no longer there.

The wound still stung. It was open for all to see and this wasn't one that could be healed by a night at the tables and a bottle of his favorite alcohol resting in his hand. This wound ran deeper, carving away the very base of his being. This would stung more than any knife would or broken nose.

Wylan had nested in Jespers very heart and took some of it when he flew away. 

The Zemeni boy closed his eyes, praying, no begging to the saints above that when his eyes opened he would turn to the side, his eyes would drift across their shared room. He prayed that his eyes would land on the merching, no, HIS merchling. But alas the saints above had no such pity for him. 

His eyes opened and he was greeted with the dark red booth where he rested his tired legs. Taking a strong swig from the bottle with an unnamed alcohol within he willed his legs to carry him out of the bustling room. Stumbling Jesper took note of how the cold air nipped at his ears. Winter in Ketterdam was cold and unforgiving and in his haste to get away from that manor he forgot his coat. Just his luck. 

“Saints it's cold” The lanky teen murmured to nobody in particular

Making his way down the familiar winding streets and alleyways Jesper’s feet carried him to the slat.  Making his way through the familiar building he prayed his room remained the same. Perhaps he could land within the stiff bed and he would wake and none of it will have ever happened. No pretty merchling, no heist, no van eck. None of it. He would wake and everything will be an astonishingly realistic dream.

As he pushed open the worn door he practically deflated in relief, his bed, as ratty and old as ever was still there and everything was just as he had left it. As the door shut behind him he felt the weight of everything come crashing down. Stumbling to the bed he prayed he would fall into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness and he would not have to face reality. Just not quite yet he wasn't ready. 

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Jesper wasn't entirely sure what pulled him from his sleep but he was sure that his head was utterly throbbing. Groaning, he rolled over in the small bed that hardly qualified as a cot and buried his face in the flat pillow. Inhaling the zemeni boy had a startling realization that the pillow smelled of him. Arrogantly he had hoped that everything had been a dream. That he could forget the loss of the night before. However, the startling realization that Wylan was everywhere. His whole being and everything encompassing him was here. In this room, it stuck to his skin like soot and gunpowder. 

Forcing himself to pull away from the comfort he found he looked around the dingy room. 

Suddenly a loud bang resounding from downstairs forced him to his feet quicker than he was prepared for. Shaking the dizziness from his head Jesper grabbed his holsters from his place where he must have discarded them on the table beside his bed, the weight of them resting on his hips gave a sense of security. Jesper took a brief note of the midday sun that lingered in his peripheral vision, he must have slept through the morning. 

Daylight ment that Kaz would be in the club somewhere. Itching for something to occupy his hands, Jesper picked up a coin from the dresser. Forcing down the emotion at the thought that he had used a similar coin to craft his merchling a key to this very room down he flipped it through his fingers before setting his way out of the room. 

As he made his way down the crooked staircase he paused a familiar voice sounding out through the club he forced himself to the wall. 

“You're saying you don't know where he is”' Kaz's voice was gruff as always. 

“No i don't, I didn't see him show up last night” The barkeep was defensive. 

“Your useless” Kaz is as brutal as always. 

Taking a deep breath, Jesper made his way down the final stairs into the main room of the building. His eyes landed on Kaz Brekker, the bastard of the barrel, dirty hands, and Jesper’s bestest of friends. 

“Are you looking for me?” he inquired with a raised brow and a playful smirk

“Where were you, Wylan said you disappeared last night” Kaz’s voice was rough and demanding. Jesper forced his face into neutrality before he thought too hard about Wylan. 

“What, can’t I enjoy the pleasures the barrel has to offer” Jesper deflected 

“Jesper, You haven't been to the barrel to enjoy the pleasures in months” 

“Keeping tabs on me are you brekker, its okay, you can admit you care about me” Jesper teased

“You're a valuable asset” Kaz didn't miss a beat. The boy's dark eyes flicked over jesper in an overly critical way. It made jesper uncomfortable, Kaz always seemed to know more about Jesper than he did himself. “Plus I have a job for you” 

Jesper perked up at the mention of something to do , he could use the work; it was the only thing other than gambling that kept him active. And blissfully numb.

“What kind of job?” he inquired. His mind was already racing 100 miles an hour. 

“A wealthy merchant has been trying to buy out the clubs and pleasure houses. He is bad for business and I have set up a meeting. The meeting is cover, you and Inej will break into his house and steal a few documents from him” Kaz was as unexpressive as ever. Jesper could tell he was leaving details out but he was too giddy with excitement to care.

“Okay, when do we leave” 

“You have two hours to prepare yourself, and jesper.” Kaz paused briefly as jesper turned to face him “i need you not distracted, Got it?” Jesper nodded before making his way out of the building, a budding smirk building on his features. 

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As jesper made his way to the meeting point where he would see Inej his mind drifted. Landing unfortunately back on the merchling whom he carried heavy in his heart. He knew the words he spoke from the previous night had been unfair and cruel but he couldn't help it. Wylan had been working all week and Jesper selfishly missed him. He hadn't meant to annoy the boy but he supposed he had that unique ability. 

Jesper’s eyes lifted from where they rested on the revolvers he had been cleaning. He took in the shorter boy's presence with a small smile. “Welcome home” He greeted. His greeting was met with a non committal humm. His brows furrowing jesper carefully set his precious revolver down on the coffee table as his long legs carried him over to the boy who was turned away from him, organizing his bag. “You okay?” Jesper asked quietly as he touched the smaller boys shoulder. Flinching wylan has dropped the stack of papers he was holding. 

“God jesper can you give me two seconds of space ever?” The redhead had snapped suddenly, his eyes flicked angrily over to the zemeni boy as if demanding an answer. 

“Sorry i didn't mean to spook you”’ Jesper was quiet, silently he prayed for an apology. 

“Of course not, you just can't stand to leave me alone for two seconds. God I can't ever catch a break” Wylans tone was cruel, almost mocking.

“Hey, I get that you had a bad day but that's not my fault I dont deserve for you to take it out on me” Jesper defended himself 

“Of course not” Wyalns tone was snarky and sarcastic. 

“Your unbelievable” Jesper could feel his rising temper.

“Oh? Im unbelievable, at least I know when to leave you alone, At least i dont need constant reassurance. At least i can go two fucking seconds without being annoying” Wylans voice began to raise. 

“Your being unfair. This is not my fault.” Jesper was trying really hard to be understanding of the young merch’s exhaustion but he was getting fed up. 

“Yea nothing seems to be your fault” The redhead mumbled

“God you're being so rude right now, this isn't fair. I bend over backwards to give you space, read for you, help you when you need it and you don't see me being an ass about it.” Jespers voice raised as well 

“Nobody is forcing you to stay here” Wylan hissed out. 

“Your right they aren't” Jesper stated as he turned around. Quickly gathering his things he turned to look back at the merchling. Wylan simply gave him an unamused look with a small shake of his head. 

“Go on then, and don't bother coming back”. 

 And jesper did. He didn't wait to hear anything else as he stormed out of the house and into the streets of The Barrel. Him and Wylan were at odds again. He supposed it was perhaps for the best. A supernova as pretty and bright as it appeared was still a violent explosion. 

Jesper failed to realize that he was to his destination before his body collided with a familiar redhead. 

“Jesper?” 

“Wylan?”

I hope you enjoyed, this was def rushed but I was lining to hoizer so that was cool and this was born, reblogs are appreciated and comments. lmk if you want a part two.

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John ´soap´ mctavish Hc that don't infantilize him.

I'm back from the dead once again.

I'll say it once and ill repeat it, (this comes from experience with military men) Probably not into much cuddling. IM SORRY. he would probably tolerate it more than ghost would but I don't think he particularly "enjoys" it. like if touch is your love language he would be okay with it but i don't think that he would outwardly look for it.

wakes up at unreasonable hours. This man is a NIGHT OWL. I mean like wakes up at 4 and is up for the day. He also probably enjoys an early morning run.

if he had a permanent residence he would def walk around the house naked

SNORES idc what yall say this man snores like a dad in a chair that fell asleep watching TV. like LOUD

light sleeper, now this comes from being in the military and being taught to be ready for everything. like you could probably shift in your sleep and he would wake up.

Maticiouls about his hair. Like he prefers to cut it himself and if he allowed you to cut his hair it would mean that he trusts you.

secretly loves sweet coffee but wont tell anyone about it and would rather die.

Bad about talking through issues. If yall had a fight or something i feel like he would probably just try and forget about it instead of talk it out. I think this stems from being in the military anyway. because there it is very much "you made a mistake now forget about it and move on"

actually pretty funny, he seems like the kind of guy who can make a really good joke.

alergic to cats

alright, thats all I have for now. Please feel free to request something if you'd like. I'm like never on here though, fair warning.

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Simon riley HC that dont infantalize him

-Drinks his tea with honey and milk (sometimes just milk depending on the type of tea) 

- isnst a big fan of sweets I think that he likes the biscoff biscuts. (me 2 simon me2) I dont think that he hates sweets but I think that he prefers mild sweets and savory things more 

- I feel like he had a point in his life that he only wore black socks like he only bought and wore black socks. I also think that he hates thick socks. he thinks that they feel too thick in his boots.

- This man sucks as cooking. Im sorry but i think that he sucks at cooking, he has been eatig MRE’s for a good portion of his life and so he never really learned how to cook. I dont think that he cant make anything but the things that he dose know how are pretty plain and boring. (eggs, shredded chicken and rice, quesidia, ect ) 

- Buying pants is really hard for him, I think that beacause of how tall he is and how BIG he is its hard for him to find pants that fit him comfortaby, as somone who has really long legs, ( im 6ft and a chick) its really hard to find pants that are long enugh for me. i fell like he has the same probelm.

- wears glasses, I think he has bad eyesight. mainly beacause of his age so when he is on missions he wears contacts but when he is off he wears big black framed glasses. now obvi i dont think that he has super bad eyesight but  i think that he has to wear them to read.( soap caught him wearing glasses once and wont stop calling him a nerd) 

- has a flip phone, idk I dont think that he is big into tech. I think he has a old fashioned flip phone with like 3 numbers in it. 

-has a holster for his phone like a fuckin dad. 

-left handed

- never goes to the nurses on base. and patches himself up after missions instead of getting proper care. I feel like going to the nurses would make him feel to vunreble. so as a result has a lot of nasty looking scars beacause of his shitty patch job. 

- is crazy smart. like big IQ kinda smart. I feel like he would be really good at math, to be fair though he has to be good at math to be a sniper. 

- I know that everyone has there HC that he is a big softie but i dissagree. I think that beacause of how much tramua he has he genuinly is not a super friendly guy. It would take years for him to open up to you and even then thats a strech, 

- not big into phisical touch, I think that he isnt a fan of phisical touch and avoids it when he can. I dont think he likes cuddling or being clingly. 

-Has insomina and cant sleep unless he is by himself in a locked room. he feels to vunreble when he is alsleep and therefore has a hardtime sleeping around anyone. its better when he is on a mission with his team but still he struggles with it. 

- speaking of sleeping i also think that this man is the lightest sleeper known to man. He deffnitly would wake up at any noise he thinks could be danger and then has a hard time going back to sleep. 

- like citurs fruits (oranges especialy)

-alergic to kiwi 

- designed his own tattos

- pops his knucckes whenever he is nervous, or stressed.

- slow typer

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How Cod boys would react to you wearing their shirts.

How the MW2 boys would react to you walking around in their clothes?

Simon ´Ghost` Riley 

We know that ghost is a pretty cool calm and collected man, he had too much trauma in his life to be surprised by much however when you walked around your shared apartment in just one of his oversized t-shirts he had just about lost it.

There was something about seeing you covered in marks from him and walking around in one of his old worn t-shirts. His eyes raked over your form. the shirt dwarfed your body. hanging off of one of your shoulders, and draping to mid-thigh. Your shoulder, littered with day-old hickeys and bite marks was on full display. Your hair is put up haphazardly in a loose clip on the top of your head.

Watching in silence as your bare feet pad into the cozy little kitchen in search of caffeine. As you turned on the kettle and grabbed your tea, Simon regarded how domestic this all felt. The feeling was foreign, feeling like a warm blanket draped over his broad shoulders. 

He had never really known comfort, never known what it was like to have a home. That was of course until he met you. You tore through his life like a tornado though the open planes. Ripping everything that he knew to shreds. You were never deterred by his rough quiet exterior. you never even seemed slightly afraid of him. You only ever regarded him with quiet interest. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts as you reached above your head for the mugs that were strategically placed where you couldn't reach them, he watched as his shirt rode up over your thighs leaving your Bare ass for him to look at. Where it was revealed that you wore nothing under his shirt.

And shit if the thought of you wearing his shirt didn't tighten his pants the thought of you wearing JUST his shirt definitely did. 

And Simon is not a man of many words he is a man of actions. 

So when he shut off the kettle and threw you over his shoulder you definitely knew you were about to see that action.

John `soap` Mctavish

 Soap is not a morning person, at least not when he can be. In the military and especially for 141 he had to get up early for stakes or missions. He got used to it over time, however, he would much rather stay in his bed with you all day. So he was easily contented when he woke slowly from the sun peaking through the blinds. A small breeze flowed through the open window, he was content.

However, when he rolled to his side to gather you in his arms he was suddenly wide awake to find your side of the bed empty and cold. He shot up looking around. His heart was pounding in a second and he started to panic until he heard a CRASH in the kitchen down the hall. Taking a deep breath to collect himself he began his journey to find you.

His steps were as silent as they would be if he was on a mission as he crept down the hall. 

As he approached he could hear you humming to yourself in the kitchen, the smell of eggs and bacon hit his nose he felt a smile creep onto his face. However nothing cold made him ready for when he rounded the corner and saw you humming, swaying your hips, and standing there looking damn good in one of His shirts.

It made something possessive swell up in his chest. You standing in His kitchen, sporting hickeys He gave you, last of all in his shirt. 

John always had issues with feeling secure in your relationship. He feels like you could have anyone you wanted but you picked him. To him, you are perfect, a divine goddess that was sent from the heavens. A small piece of heaven for him to hold. He made sure that you are sure of that every time you reunite with one another after deployment on either end.

It made it easier that you were in the forces as well. You understood why he acted the way that he did, you saw what he saw. You have seen it you understand it, he truly believes that the only reason this ever worked out. 

When you first met it was before graves or 141 or any of it. everything was much simpler then. You had met when your task force was asked to help his. Your team that specialized in undercover and spy work was asked to help him in a mission of eliminating a target that had been trafficking and laundering money through his restaurant train. He had been a real pain in the government's ass and needed to be dealt with. You and he had been paired together. You were posing as a rich Russian heiress and he was your bodyguard. 

Soap won't lie that when he saw you walk into the briefing room in that thigh-length TIGHT dress and those “fuck me” pumps he thought about everything but the mission. Especially when you got in the face of your supervisor for mouthing off to you. 

There was something about how you had nearly put him on his ass in that outfit that he had to excuse himself for a few minutes

He was pulled out of the reminiscent thoughts as you addressed him.

“You know it's weird to lurk in the hallway” you teasingly stated.

“Sorry love, force of habit” he chucked as he padded into the kitchen..

He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle. His head found its way onto your shoulder and started leaving light kisses on your exposed shoulder and neck. You hummed as he kissed his way up your neck and behind your ear. His nose found your hair, which was down. You let out a small laugh as you run your hands across his arms on your stomach, scratching them lightly. He let out a pleased groan.

“You're being needy this morning,” you remarked 

“Can't help it when you look like that and wear my clothes” he grumbled.

His hands began to wander along your sides and stop at the hem of the long shirt.

“Behave” you warned “Its only 8 am”

He grunted in response before settling his hands on your hips and head on your shoulder.

I think that he would be much more open to having domestic moments with you. Just you and him being together would be enough for him. 

All and all I think that he would get highkey possessive over you. 

Captain price 

price would be much calmer when he finds you in his clothes. He would definitely be the most reasonable about it. 

Price was still getting used to you being around as a near-constant presence in his home, you had known each other for a long time however he had never found the right moment to say anything too you.

That was until a mission went A-wall and you had gotten caught in enemy fire and had gotten shot.

His heart dropped as he watched the men pull you out of the chopper. Your head falls back and lolling to the side.

Once you were stable in the med bay he managed to take a breath.

His head was rested on his hands and his elbows were rested on his knees. He was bone-dead tired but refused to sleep until one of the nurses came out to see him

“She is stable and awake for the most part, she is still quite loopy from the pain meds so take everything she says with a grain of salt” the nurse mused slightly.

He stood and began to make his way toward the door. 

“Oh and she was asking for you” the nurse smiled before making her way down the hall. 

“Thanks” he called after her.

As he walked intoto the room and saw you laying there looking at him he knew that you were it for him.

The rest is history but let's just say that soap made 50 bucks off of Gaz when they found out. 

Back to the present. Price had just gotten off of work from the base and came straight home. 

“Love?” he called out into the quiet house 

His brows furrowed when there was no reply however he began his casual sweep of the house until he made his way to your shared bedroom.

When he opened the door he saw the best sight he has ever seen in his personal opinion 

You laying on top of the grey bedspread in a shirt of his and a pair of the shortest shorts he has ever seen. 

Your arms were wrapped tightly around a pillow, his pillow to be exact. Yourr face was pressed against the pillow case tightly. A book rested open next to you and the bedside lamp was on

He chuckled slightly before going to quietly change into a pair of sweatpants and a light shirt. Once his work clothes were discarded in the laundry bin he made his way over to the bed. 

Grabbing your book he slid a bookmark into the page that was open and set it on the nightstand.

You shifted in your sleep when he placed his hand on your lower back and kissed your forehead

“John?” you mumbled groggily. Before turning to face him and blinking slowly up at him.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” he rumbled out in his sexy little accent.

You pulled his shirt collar down to you and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss. Sliding his hands up your sides under his shirt. 

“You look really good in my clothes love” he stated with a little smile. 

“Hmm, how good?” you said cheekily with a small smirk. 

“Want me to show you?” he asked quietly. Shifting so he was more on top of you and running his hands up and down your thighs.

“Yes.” you said it so quickly it surprised you

And rest assured he showed you.