mactavish
john mactavish, captain of the 141

*post-op kingfish, independent

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

rpmissionboard:

  • Shot
  • Disintegrate
  • Muffle
  • Over
  • Ticking
  • Abandon
  • Wild
  • Fury
  • Penance
  • Nothing
  • Circle
  • Merger
  • Cost
  • Benediction
  • Vindicated
  • Divide
  • Dependency
  • Entropy
  • Intuitive
  • Water
  • Careless
  • Strong
  • Fire
  • Silenced
  • Repetition
  • Hesitation
  • Alone
  • Indulgence
  • Temptation

whispers im going to actually use this account now i promise

lt-simon-riley:

papasix:

lt-simon-riley:

This work for you? <quietly, forcing himself to relax and wringing his hands in front of him in an attempt to still them> 

It does. /sighs, feeling the movement, and lightly grabs his hands to separate them/

<frowns as he does so, initially resisting, but ends up doing the same thing, tightening his hands around the other’s for security and silently cursing his current vulnerability> 

/squeezes gently with his thumbs and index fingers, moving to place a kiss in his hair but instead nudges with his forehead, eyes closed/

lt-simon-riley:

papasix:

lt-simon-riley:

<doesn’t exactly make it into a spoken suggestion, instead blindly moving closer to him until his back is pressed against him> 

/stares blankly at his back but soon moves to roll onto his side and slink his arms around the other’s waist and lean his forehead against the back of his/

This work for you? <quietly, forcing himself to relax and wringing his hands in front of him in an attempt to still them> 

It does. /sighs, feeling the movement, and lightly grabs his hands to separate them/

lt-simon-riley:

papasix:

lt-simon-riley:

Then bear with it. <sighs, tone defeated>

Feel free to make suggestions of your own. /scoffs/

<doesn’t exactly make it into a spoken suggestion, instead blindly moving closer to him until his back is pressed against him> 

/stares blankly at his back but soon moves to roll onto his side and slink his arms around the other’s waist and lean his forehead against the back of his/

lt-simon-riley:

papasix:

lt-simon-riley:

What would you suggest? <almost impatiently>

/slight shrug/ I don’t know.

Then bear with it. <sighs, tone defeated>

Feel free to make suggestions of your own. /scoffs/

lt-simon-riley:

papasix:

lt-simon-riley:

<turns to lay on his stomach and averts his gaze entirely> Better?

/snorts and rolls his head back, eyes shutting/ Not entirely, no.

What would you suggest? <almost impatiently>

/slight shrug/ I don’t know.

lt-simon-riley:

papasix:

lt-simon-riley:

Sleep if you need to, MacTavish. <raises a brow, only able to pick up on a few details of his face in the darkness> 

/scoffs/ Surprisingly difficult when you’ve got someone sitting next to you in your bed, wide awake.

<turns to lay on his stomach and averts his gaze entirely> Better, eh?

/snorts and rolls his head back, eyes shutting/ Not entirely, no.

lt-simon-riley:

Sleep if you need to, MacTavish. <raises a brow, only able to pick up on a few details of his face in the darkness> 

/scoffs/ Surprisingly difficult when you’ve got someone sitting next to you in your bed, wide awake.

lt-simon-riley:

papasix:

/shifts his position every now and then, trying to keep comfortable and eventually ending up on his back, watching the lieutenant; he furrows his brow once he notices the lighter is empty/ All out- sorry.

I’ll…make due. <with a half-hearted scoff, a hand raking through his hair; he glances to the ceiling, then the far and adjacent walls, needing something to concentrate on- he eventually settles with the other’s face> 

Alright. /at first he avoids the stare, instead surveying the room as he yawns with an arm covering his mouth, but looks back and gives him a small, forced smile/

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