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don’t even get me started on my hatred for heatwaves omg🫩

and yes we can get the boys and reader keeping cool

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"Fuckin' hell," Price barges into your apartment unannounced not even looking your way as he heads right for the kitchen.

"Hello to you, too?" You get off the floor and follow him, watching as he takes the liberty of getting a water from the fridge and chugging half of the bottle. "You realize I only gave you guys keys in case of emergencies, right?"

"35 degrees is very well an emergency, love."

You stare at him blankly and shrug, not having gotten completely used to Celsius just yet. Price sighs and thinks for a few seconds. "95."

You nod and decide to get a water for yourself as well, shoving him to the side and grabbing one. You get to small talk when you hear your door open again. You didn't even have to look to know who it was. Heavy ass footsteps and the balaclava thrown onto the counter was more than enough information to go off of. Simon opens the freezer and sticks his head in, sighing dramatically in relief. Before you could ask what he was doing, the door opens again and in come Johnny and Gaz loudly complaining about the heat.

"Freezer's taken," Simon calls out and flips them off when they start complaining about it. The whole time, you're watching the chaos unfold and suddenly your place feels much too cramped to hold an additional four grown adults in the middle of a heatwave. Price gets waters for the others and you can only stand the noise for so long before cutting into the conversation.

"What the hell are you all doing here?"

They stop and look at you, then Johnny takes a gulp of water. "AC went out at the barracks and yer the only one with an apartment."

your wish has been granted😽 part 1

no warnings!!

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John was being 100% serious when he asked about getting married again. Maybe it was in the heat of the moment after the sex and the liquor in his system but he doubled down and asked again once he was sober.

“Come on, let’s do it. I’ll buy ya another dress and we can make it a smaller one if ya want, just us.” He blows out his cigar smoke as he leans against the back of the couch and watches you go into a cleaning frenzy.

You laugh and give him a look as you put every empty can and bottle into a garbage bag to throw out. “I think we have some issues to hash out before we do anything big, hun.” John groans loudly at that but doesn’t argue, knowing you’re right.

Over the next month or so, you help John get his life back together. You call every liquor store within a ten mile radius and let them know not to sell him anything, call every pub as well. Not that he wanted to drink now that you were back, but in case things went sideways again.

Slowly but surely, the old John was coming back and it didn’t go unnoticed. Not by Simon, Soap, Gaz or even Laswell. They were beyond glad that all they could smell on him was cigar smoke and cologne, no more Bailey’s hiding in the scent of coffee. Not to mention he’d become a complete hopeless romantic when it came to you. Telling everyone about his bird, how much you’d been helping him throughout the whole thing.

Eventually you pitched the idea of couples therapy to try and figure out the root of all the issues between the two of you. To your surprise he agreed and it worked like a charm. John was finally talking to you about things without fear of being a nuisance or a burden to you. He started treating you the way he did when you first started dating all those years ago, biting you flowers and taking you out every weekend.

Then after months of counseling and talking and endless more “proposals”, you finally agreed to marry him again. The ceremony was private, just the two of you and your vows. Nobody heard a peep out of him for an entire week until he came into work with his ring back on and shinier than ever. He even had that newlywed look to him, unable to conceal it even when he was barking out orders and clearing rooms.

why yes we can🩶

no warnings again!

Part 1

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You’d spent the whole day getting your place ready because Kyle told you the guys were coming over that night. You vacuumed and mopped, cleaned the windows, every single room, all of it. It’s not like Kyle specifically told you to do that, you just got carried away.

He comes home early to get the beers in the fridge and gives you a sideways glance when you step out of the room in the loungewear you’d been in all day. “You’re gonna change right? We have company coming over, maybe you wanna wear that one outfit you’ve been saving.”

“Well- that was reserved for a date night, I don’t wanna waste it at home.”

“Isn’t a waste if people are gonna see it, darling.” He responds, turning and pushing you back into the room. “Go on, then. Make yourself decent.”

You get changed into the repurposed date night outfit and come back just as Kyle’s opening the door to let everyone in. You wait at the end of the hall, just waving at them as they see you. Kyle looks back at you and nods, giving you the ‘ok’ to talk.

“It’s so nice to see you all again, how’ve you been?” You jump right into it, hesitating for a moment before accepting hugs from Price and Soap, and a weird pat from Ghost. It doesn’t go unnoticed, the way you stop and glance at Kyle beforehand.

Everyone gathers on or around the couch, you naturally and Kyle’s lap and joining the conversation every once in a while. Then Kyle gets up to use the restroom and the others instantly lean in, looking at you intently.

“Y’alright? The way Garrick is, he’s not-“

“Sweetheart ya know you can talk to us, right?”

“Aye, we’re here fer ye, lass.”

You blink, thrown off by the sudden questioning and overlapping chatter from them. They looked genuinely concerned for you, and slowly things began to sink in. Apparently Kyle was known to be the sweetest person on base, even to strangers so why was he so controlling over you? You don’t answer them right away, eyes narrowing just barely. “Guys, wh-“

“What are you all talking about?” Kyle interrupts, sitting down and pulling you back into his lap with a kiss.

“Oh nothing, they were just asking about where we got the beer,” you cover it up quickly, giving him a little smile before looking at the others again.

The rest of the night, you were fairly silent. Mind torn between the way you thought Kyle just was and the way his team violently disputed that. He wasn’t a bad person, never hurt you, but he just had to be in charge and to you it just felt normal. You didn’t really have to make big decisions which was nice but also you couldn’t even decide what you were going to wear or do without his say so.

The time comes for them to leave and you don’t hesitate with the hugs this time, quietly thanking them as you give them each an extra squeeze before letting go. You shut the door and look at Kyle who was beginning to clean up.

“They’re real sweet, all of them.”

“Yeah? Even Riley?” Kyle snickers, bottles clinking in his hand. “He’s kind of standoff-ish.”

“I didn’t think so. Quite sure, but sweet. Caring.”

Kyle stops and looks at you weird. “Caring. Yeah, if you wanna put it like that. Well why don’t we finish cleaning up tomorrow? I’m tired, I know you are too.” He kisses you again and ushers you to the room, meanwhile you’re already thinking up a plan to talk to the others again and figure out why the hell he was such a control freak.