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Hey everyone! Most of the online CoD fandom content on here is pretty cis female centric, and I want to do my part in changing that! Send me any and all asks to request the 141 (and other male characters) x cis male, trans male, trans female, or non binary readers!!! Pretty much everything (sfw and nsfw) is on the table, but if there’s certain things in your asks I don’t feel comfortable writing about I’ll just leave those bits out.

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Price my beloved

Call of Duty Men Comforting You

No matter the reason, I hope you have a better day

Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Alex Keller, Konig, Alejandro, Rudy, Keegan

Captain John Price:

Sometimes it’s really embarrassing, I mean come on, he’s a very busy Captain always dipping in and out of combat. He seems to be on a dangerous mission every other week. His life is so much more troublesome compared to yours you feel. So why should you trouble him with your silly little emotions and your silly little fits. It feels ridiculous to even think about discussing it with him so you simply push it down and pretend you don’t feel it around him. But unfortunately for you, John is a perceptive man. He catches on to your dismissal almost immediately and of course he can’t just let it slide. Our beloved captain gives the most exquisite bear hugs. He’ll wrap you up tightly against his chest, sheltering you from whatever ails you. He plants kisses against your temple and rubs your shoulders and back while you’re cocooned against him. Words are not exchanged, John knows that he doesn’t need to speak to make you feel better. He may ask about it later when he feels you’re up to it but for now he’s content to sit with you in silence. He holds you like that for as long as you let him and even if you do try to pull away you don’t make it very far before he’s snatching you up again. You see, whenever he comes home and finds you in a state of upset, it sets him off kilter and he’s uneasy about leaving you alone for any period of time because he finds the thought of you in pain hard to stomach. Comforting you comforts him. You can also count on him being attached to your hip for the remainder of his stay too. He’ll cook dinner with you, rot on the couch with you, shower with you, and eventually curl up in bed with you too.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Kyle is such a sweetheart and he’s so empathetic, he once cried simply because you were, though he’ll never admit it. He tunes his emotions to yours because he wants to understand you. He often feels that there’s this disconnect between himself and the rest of the world because of his occupation. You are his best influence of normalcy so he finds it necessary to know what you’re feeling. He goes about it in a manner that soothes you, careful to not make it seem like he’s trying to one-up you. He also tends to be very mellow around you. All this to say that his presence alone, the sound of his voice over the phone or the sight of him sitting next to you, is comforting. Partially because he knows that being vulnerable makes him relatable and partially because he’s Kyle. He likes to lay down with you, talk it out if you’re up to it, or just let you rest against his chest. He’ll comb through your hair and work the knots out of your shoulders. Sometimes he even coaxes you into a nap and he’s right there when you wake up, fingers still working through your hair. He likes to talk things through over dinner. Sitting across from each other, boxes of takeout strewn across the table. To be honest, he’s just trying to check all the boxes of things that could be adding to your distress. Hunger, sleep, quality time. In the back of his head he has to be reassured that all your physical needs are being met so that he can isolate the problem and make things better.

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Johnny dearest, spreads cheer like dandelions grow. It’s infectious. But when it comes to you being upset beyond the remedy of a few jokes, Johnny takes on a tenderness that’s tooth-rotting. “Oh lass, don’t cry. Things will get better in time, love.” He’s so gentle and soft that you almost don’t recognize the man in front of you. He also gives good hugs, but where Price lifts you up to cradle you, Johnny will flatten you into the sofa cushions or the bed. He’s a big fan of kissing. He also loves to nuzzle you, nose to nose, your cheek, your temple. He’s surprisingly good with words in these moments, but opting out of humor and going straight for the emotional connection. I guess I should say he’s good at reading the moment and figuring out what you need from him and making it easy to communicate with him. He’s also an expert at erasing any trace of judgement. There’s absolutely nothing to feel uncomfortable about discussing with him because he would never belittle you or make you feel like you didn’t have a reason to be upset.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon finds himself struggling a bit because he’s not very good with his own emotions so he’s got no clue how to help you with yours. That being said, Simon is on his knees for you. He’ll do anything to make you feel better. He starts with sitting you down and taking a knee in front of you. Then the mask comes off. He’ll cup your cheeks, thumbing away any tears, and try to read your eyes. Are you angry? Is this sadness? Maybe even just frustration? Whatever it is, he's determined to fix it. “Tell me what I need to do, love” If you reach for him, he’s scooping you up and rocking you gently in his lap. If you just want to talk he’ll wait for you like that on his knees the entire time. He’ll press his forehead to yours, his arms dropping to your waist. It’s intimate and in the moment it only makes you closer. Simon figures he hurts enough in silence for the both of you so he’s like Price in that aspect of you also hurting being unbearable. And imagine with me for a short second, if Simon could carry a tune. Just picture it. Imagine being tangled in his arms, he’s got no idea what to say, so he hums a soft melody instead, maybe even sings a few words. His chest vibrates with the deep sound, his lips moving against your cheek. He doesn’t give himself enough credit for how comforting he can be.

Konig:

Oh the big man, good for cuddling. He’ll be knocked out on the couch, head tilted back at an angle that surely can’t be comfortable. You climb onto his lap and lay your head against his chest; his arms are curling around you before he’s even awake, set on holding you no matter what state of consciousness. “Süße?” He grumbles, confused. His chin comes to rest on the top of your head and as soon as he realizes what’s going on he replaces it with his cheek. “Long day too?” One of his hands trails up and down your back protectively. He’ll kick his feet up and recline with you, letting sleep drain the stress from both of you. If the situation requires more care, Konig will literally cradle you in his arms. He kisses your forehead and tries to coax an explanation out of you. He just wants to know how best to help you. Konig reminds of Simon in the sense that he is also pretty helpless in these instances. Konig is made for war, and before you that was all that he did. Now he is trying to grow accustomed to a new gentleness that having a relationship requires. So excuse him if he’s awkward about it at first. He really does try and the effort is very obvious. Now hear me out, Konig has amassed a good collection of poetry and short stories. He's got a loud and horrifically exciting job so he likes to come home and sit down with a good poem and just ponder for a bit. (He also uses it to study English). He’ll read you some of his favorites from time to time. He’s got an excellent narrating voice, especially with the short stories. You’ll lay against his chest while he reads to you, the sound of him lulling you into a doze. After a while he looks down at you and sees you struggling to stay awake. He’ll cup your head and kiss your nose before covering you with a blanket and picking up where he left off.

Alex Keller:

Mr. Keller, ever the saint, comforts like a dream. He just always has the correct hunch about what you need from him. Let’s say it’s been a rough go for you and you come home somehow after him, and you’re at the end of your rope. Dinner is on the table, and there’s dessert too. And Alex is fresh out of the shower and he just looks so good and then he’s hugging you, “I know, baby, I know.” He says as plants a kiss on your forehead. You could cry then and there. “Let’s get you something to eat, yeah?” Before you know you’re sitting across from him and walking through your day with him. He asks all the right questions. Has all the right answers. It’s honestly just so relieving that he seems to know exactly what to do. You wonder where he learned it. You don’t get a chance to ask because as soon as the last bite of dessert is in your mouth he’s wrapping you up in a blanket and snuggling up to you on the couch. You talk some more as he turns on one of your favorite shows. And then things quiet down for the evening. Now if there are tears, if there’s a break down happening, just know that you’re never getting this man off of you. You practically get mummified in his hold. He’s arguably the best at helping you calm down. “Take a breath for me honey. Atta girl–” He holds your hands, his thumb rubbing circles into the backs of them as he defuses your emotions. Once you catch your breath, then he’s all over you.

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro strikes me as emotionally intelligent to a level that’s almost scary. He handles any sort of emotional flare either you or life throws at him with grace. It’s almost irritating. If you get angry and fly off the handle, he’s calm as a cucumber. Grief never seems to weigh him down. That being said, he’s so well put together that it almost makes you feel childish to be emotional. You try to keep a cap on it this time around and of course he notices. It does not fly. Alejandro wrangles you into a hug and sways gently back and forth, “It’s better if you tell me what’s wrong before I have to make you talk.” He teases. You answer him with a grunt. “C’mon, you can tell me anything, you should know with how much I love you that I would never let you go on like this.” You slump against him, resigned to let him help you. He also gives exceptional advice and can coach you through a lot of things. But he also knows when you need him to listen. A good and proper therapy boyfriend. He’s got several of his mother’s recipes that he keeps on hand too. Comfort food that heals the soul. He also tells a riveting story and will chat at you while he cooks for you. He also loves a good drive to cool down and if you’re up for it the two of you will cruise all over. Sometimes he drives until you fall asleep in the seat next to him, or you park on a hilltop and stargaze, or sometimes it ends with the both of you singing to the songs of the radio. But it only ends when you’re finally refreshed.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra:

Ever the loyal one, Rudy finds it hard to leave your side at any given moment let alone when something has upset you. In this case, it was him being prepared to burn to death while chasing Hassan. He knows he can’t not do his job, but seeing your tears absolutely rips him to pieces. “You almost died, Rudy.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” He reaches out to you but you just stand there, it breaks him even more.

You chew your lip and fold your arms, “I know you’re dedicated to your job, and I love that about you but was that really worth your life?”

Rudy takes a deep breath, reaching for you again, “If it keeps you safe, then yes, always.” This time you let him reel you in. It makes you feel even worse to hurt him but seeing the bruises he got from getting shot in his vest, the blood caked in his hair, the rasp in his voice from the smoke, it was all too much. You always worry and he always does his best to reassure you, but actually seeing the evidence of bullets hitting his body really rocks your world. Any sense of reassurance you had for his safety is gone when you realize just how easily he could slip through your fingers. Warm hands cup your jaw. You meet the intense gaze of Rudy’s glossy brown eyes, feel his breath fan across your lips. “You are always my priority, and in my line of work, sometimes that means paying with either my life or my conscience. Know that I love you and that is why I do what I do.”

Keegan “Bova” Russ:

It may seem like Keegan would be annoyed with you for being upset but more than anything, Keegan is very flattered when you express emotions around him. He will get salty if you try to hide it from him, not salty at you but at himself. He knows he can sometimes be condescending and he gets angry at himself when it makes you shy about things. His remedy is to be unusually soft with you during this time. Imagine laying down, staring at the ceiling in careful contemplation. And then Keegan’s weight drops onto the mattress beside you. You lay in silence, arms folded, and just stare for what seems like eternity. Keegan reaches out and wedges his fingers between yours. Your palms fit perfectly together. “Wanna talk about what’s going on?” His thumb rubs soothingly over your knuckles. “No.” “Alright, what can I do for you then?” When you look over at him, he’s already looking back. You’ve always thought his eyes were unbelievably pretty, especially now when they’re filled with tenderness. You roll towards him and like a magnet he reaches to take you in his arms. He tucks you protectively into his chest and massages your nape. “I’ve got you.” He whispers. Keegan runs warm and the contours of his body perfectly mold to you. It’s almost like he was made for this.

It���s another thing when you cry. It feels like someone is squeezing his heart in their fist. It feels like torture to him. Everything he does out there, out in the field, on missions, everything is so that this does not happen. So you don’t get hurt. Yet this entire situation is unpreventable. There’s nothing he could have done to stop it and he hates feeling so helpless. A tentative palm comes to rest on your cheek. A shaking thumb brushes from the soft inner corner of your eye to the rise of your cheekbone. Keegan swallows hard, teeth worrying his lip, and tries to figure out what to say. In the end it winds up the same way, Keegan sheltering you against his body because that’s all he really knows how to give.

Dear Reader,

Hello and thank you for reading this post. If you enjoyed and would like to see some more please feel free to drop by my ask box. Have a nice day,

-the author

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peacocking (how they show off. Maybe they're doing it to impress you, maybe not...)

König can reach the overhead bins on the plane so fucking easily. And he doesn't care how heavy your carry-on is, he's putting it up there for you. That's his flex.

Gaz is the guy who will take a picture for you and your friends at a tourist destination, and it will be perfect. Several angles, several orientations, and all taken at just the right moment. And when you tell him you made you look really good, he'll tell you he just has a way of making cameras tell the truth.

Soap smiles and he lifts shit for you. Simple as. Man is the king of carrying shit to your car for you in 1 trip.

Price speaks up on your behalf when you're clearly not going to say anything. When someone cuts you in line, or ignores your question, or gets your order completely wrong. He doesn't do it in an aggressive way, really, but it makes it clear that he's paying attention.

Ghost is in the same group entering the haunted house as you. And he doesn't flinch once. So obviously he seems like the best person to cling to when you get scared. That's what he's desperately hoping.

Rudy is going to, by whatever miracle necessary, gets you what you want. Doesn't matter if you need a refund for something, or you need to get on a plane when the gate just closed, or you need a substitution made in your food-- he just has a way with people. He doesn't raise his voice at all, but he has this way about him that makes people more willing to bend the rules.

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being married to erik lehnsherr would include

• erik is EXTREMELY protective of you. he uses his powers subtly to ensure your safety, like redirecting bullets or stopping potential threats without you even noticing.

• when you’re driving he will use his powers to move a car over if he thinks that they’re drifting into your lane.

• as his partner, you have a significant role in his plans and strategies. your insights and ideas are crucial, and he trusts you implicitly with major decisions.

• balancing erik’s often ruthless methods with your own moral compass can be challenging. you constantly strive to find a middle ground, helping him see different perspectives while understanding his deep-rooted convictions.

• erik loves to shares his vast experiences from different historical events, giving you a unique perspective on history and the evolution of mutant-human relations.

• being with erik means constantly learning and evolving. he encourages you to hone your skills, whether they’re related to your powers (if you have any) or other talents.

• despite his tough exterior, erik shows his softer side only to you. his love for you is profound and unwavering, and he cherishes every moment spent with you.

• you both enjoy challenging each other intellectually. debates are a common occurrence, and they often end in mutual respect and deeper understanding of each other's viewpoints.

• erik shows his love in small, meaningful ways, like always having your favorite tea ready or ensuring you have a warm blanket when you’re cold, using his powers to fetch things without you asking.

• you both share a strong commitment to the mutant cause. whether it’s through activism, helping mutants in need, or fighting against oppression, your relationship is a powerful force for change.

• despite the constant battles and responsibilities, erik always makes time for private getaways with you. these retreats are a chance to relax, reconnect, and enjoy each other’s company away from the chaos.

• HIM LETTING YOU WEAR HIS HELMET>>>

• the two of you often host gatherings for the mutant community, providing a space for mutants to connect, share their stories, and support each other. these events are filled with a sense of unity and purpose.

• trust is the cornerstone of your relationship. despite the challenges and dangers, you both have unwavering loyalty to each other, knowing that your bond is unbreakable.

• erik respects your independence and ensures that responsibilities are shared equally. whether it’s managing your home or leading missions, you both contribute and support each other’s strengths.

• if you have children, erik is a fiercely protective and loving parent. he’s dedicated to teaching them about their heritage, powers, and the importance of fighting for their rights.

• GIRL DAD MAGNETO>>>

• i mean come on, it’s basically canon that this man is a girl dad. look at the way he treats wanda and lorna compared to pietro.

• he occasionally shows off his abilities in small, romantic gestures, like creating intricate metal sculptures for you and arranging a metal flower bouquet that never wilts.

• your house is adorned with thousands of metal flowers he's crafted for you.

• he's also made countless pieces of jewelry for you as well.

• he made your wedding ring himself. <33

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Once again, I wish this was real

“Alexandria’s Genesis, a.k.a violet eyes (a genetic mutation).

When someone is born with Alexandria’s Genesis, their eyes are blue or gray at birth. After six months, the eyes begin to change from their original color to purple, and this process lasts six months. During puberty, the color deepens to dark purple, a deep purple, a royal purple, or a violet-blue color and remains that way. It does not affect the person’s eyesight. Those who have this mutation will never grow any facial, body, pubic, or anal hair (not including hair on their head, on their ears, noses, eyebrows and eyelashes). Women also do not menstruate, but are fertile”

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Princess Treatment w/ John Price

His workaholic habits do not stop after he leaves base to come home to you...

We already know he's opening up every damn door for you. He has the magical skill of knowing when doors need a push or a pull so he never fails to laugh when you pull a push door. "Tha's why you shoulda left it to me, love. Stubborn thing, you are." He'll reach over your head to push the door open for you, plopping a kiss to your hair while he does.

His masculinity does not get in the way of holding your purse for you whenever you're out together, his big bear hands wrapped around the handle of your little black purse.

He refuses to let you carry your own luggage, doesn't care if it takes him multiple trips to get both of your bags into the hotel or rental house. He'll get all exasperated if you insist on helping. "You had a long drive. Lemme handle it, pet." (even though he's the one that drove...)

There's nothing he loves more than ordering for you at a restaurant. His voice is filled with an unreasonable amount of pride when he says "And for the missus..." before telling the waiter your order.

Speaking of food, if you ever eat anything that needs cutting or even doctoring up, expect him to jump in. "Now, now, doll, you know tha's my job." He'll tsk and gently take the knife from you to cut your steak into bitesize pieces or to butter your roll. Yes, he will go as far as to bring the fork up to your lips and feed you if you don't put up a fuss.

He will absolutely pay for your manicure and then coo when you offer him your hand to show off your new nails. "Real pretty, love... Don't go chippin' 'em now. Come sit."

Price always sets up a nice place for you on the couch or bed, blanket at the ready and pillows right where you like them. "Come on now, Mrs. Price." He'll pat the spot next to him like one would for a dog. Of course, he likes it best when he can be your pillow and personal heater (that man is always warm, always) but sometimes he's got to find a way to coax his little love into his arms and away from chores.

Naturally, he will swat your hands away when you bend down to tug on your heels or tie your sneakers. He'll crouch down to place your foot on his bent knee, patting your calf firmly and leaning in to press a kiss to your ankle once he's done.

If you nick yourself while shaving, he'll level you with a disapproving stare and then insist that he do it for you next time. After all, he has plenty of experience with keeping his facial hair so tidy. "Can't have my woman hurtin' herself, now can I?" You bet your bottom dollar he's using his fancy razors and shaving creams on you, extra delicate to make sure he doesn't mar your skin.

He's terrified to smoke around you after you coughed one (1) time and now he only will take his cigars out on the back porch or in his office with the window open. If you come in, he'll snuff it out asap and usher you out of the room, shushing your protests.

I'll probably eventually add a part two cuz soft Price is everything to me hehe... Can you tell my standards are ridiculously high?? Also, does anyone have an accent writing guide for TF-141?? I am painfully American.

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For any relocated TikTok users

you can say sex and kill its fine

If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot

theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them

follower count doesnt matter

tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At

no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is

block anyone that annoys you even a little bit

And most importantly:

post cringe

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I like y’all’s shoelaces.

TUMBLR 101: a helpful guide for tiktok refugees

are YOU a former tiktok user trying to learn how to use tumblr to fill the void the american tiktok ban is leaving in your soul? here are some things you should know, from someone who’s going on their eighth year on this hellsite:

1. you can say anything on here. gone are the days of having to use words like “unalive” and “seggs.” murder! kill! sex! fuck! speak your mind!

2. there is a community for you on here. regardless of what you’re into or however small the fandom is, you have a place here. at least one other person will have heard of your weird obscure interest. strike up a conversation!

3. followers don’t matter. tumblr is one of the last remaining social media sites in which your number of followers means absolute jack shit. this can be disorienting at first, but once you lean into the fact that everyone on this website is equal, it’s very freeing. clout means nothing here.

4. similarly, you can post at any time. while tiktok has an algorithm that favors certain times, tumblr has no such algorithm. post whatever you want, whenever you want. every post has virtually the same chance at getting notes, regardless of when it is posted.

5. tags can have spaces between the words! this one is very exciting. tags can be a whole sentence. you can also use the tags to comment on someone’s post without actually adding onto the physical post itself (which is sometimes frowned upon and called “derailing” if you use this feature to bring up a completely different point other than the one that’s being made on the original post).

TL;DR: speak your mind, find your place, followers don’t matter, post anytime, have fun with tags!! tumblr is a wonderful site used to share things you’re excited about. be patient with yourself as you’re learning and have fun!

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pour one out

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I miss TikTok, where am I going to get my edits and stuff.

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Ooh also just saw your post about the prompts and just for a change. How would you think Price would react to having an so who's hyper independent? 'Cause most of the fics I read about him characterize him as someone who is very caring and doting to his partner...

the two aren't mutually exclusive.

i think price loves independent partners. he certainly surrounds himself with hypercompetent people professionally. he likes to be needed, sure, but he's a practical man. knows he's not always around, and doesn't necessarily want a partner who will simply go to pieces when he's away on duty.

i also think he enjoys the challenge of figuring out how to spoil partners who generally balk when doted on, and he particularly likes when he gets it right, watches as you crumple, accepting his affections with little more than a 'didnt need to do that' when he takes your car to get groceries every time he's home, just so he can fill the tank for you.

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mmmgoghhh kissing john price and hes so dominant and hes holding my face and grabbing me closer while his beard scratches me yesspuuhhleasseeuuhh

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It’s not a want, but a need.

cw: boyfriend price, independent and a tad bit stubborn reader, this man loves you, mentions of marriage

Thinking about your boyfriend John who just wants to make your life easier even though you insist you can do things yourself. Very much has the “I know you’ve got it, but let me take care of you” mindset.

A real man.

Insists on changing your oil for you, filling up your washer fluid, checking your tires. He wants his baby safe, after all. Takes your car every Sunday and fills up your gas, getting teasingly annoyed with you when he sees it close to full, knowing you went and got it on your own.

Sends you money for groceries, nails, hair, little trinkets and hobbies that you have. He rolls his eyes when you send it back, claiming “I can pay for my maintenance myself, John. Save your money.”

He decides that he has to be a little… stern with you. He loves that you’re independent, but he’s your man, and he wants to provide for you even a little bit. He’s gonna put his foot down, coerce you to relax and let him take the reins a bit.

Starts to gently shove you out of the way when you’re out shopping, giving you that smile that softens you up even when you’re mad at him. Starts keeping track of your groceries and stocking them up, so you have no choice but to use what he bought.

Pays for your appointments in advance, contacting the people you get your services from and putting his card on file. You can’t pay if he beats you to it.

Breaks you down until you finally accept his spoiling willingly, assuring you he wants to spend his money on you and keep you well cared for.

Eventually starts to hint that when he puts a rock on your finger, working is optional for you. He’s willing to hand over his cards and put your name on his account, what’s his is yours and what’s yours is yours, of course.

Type of man to chuckle and warmly thank you when you buy him a little sweet treat after he’s pulled out his bank card to take you on a little shopping trip, insisting you split it.

He wants you comfortable and taken care of, so just let him, ‘cause that’s what he’s there for.

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t!141 and where i think they’d work in restaurant/fast food service

ft. waitress!reader a little bit

i wrote this in like 30 mins its been on my mind for months so enjoy

price - i can absolutely see price being like the main cook at some random janky diner or a fish fry place or something. OR he’d work as a top chef at a pretty fancy restaurant, but i like the jank diner better. like — white apron with grease all over it, constantly barking orders out at the window, keeps his eye on his favorite waitress, always taking the chance to flirt with you.

“‘ere, we ‘ad some extra fish in tha freezer. though’ you migh’ want it.”

soap - i think soap would be a pretty good bartender somewhere. charming, handsome, and can make a mean malibu sunset. will also always flirt with his fellow bartendress, and make drinks just to get you to try them.

but my ORIGINAL thought was a manager at mcdonald’s. IDK WHY IT JUST MAKES SENSE TO ME LIKE. imagine him in the whole getup, mcd’s hat and shirt and the headset, traumatized by the constant beeps in the back that never shut up! absolutely loves to deal with karen’s just so he can crack jokes and piss them off.

“aye, aye, let me get that big mac meal for ya. on the house? nah. go to tha soup kitchen for tha’, this is a mcdonald’s.”

gaz - of course, the polite pretty boy has to be in the front wherever he works. i imagine a cute little chain place, like cracker barrel or something like that. he’s definitely either a host or a waiter, and his favorite customers are the old ladies (and the pretty little regular he always waits on. have you ever noticed only he waits on you?) because he can flirt with them and get a big tip.

“thank ya, love. jus’ for me, aye? i’ll make sure ta remember ya next time then, sweetheart. ‘ave a good day!”

ghost - ok i’ve been struggling with this one. BUT. i think he’d be a cook at like a very fancy, nobody knows the name type of restaurant. like multiple michelin stars level fancy. and he definitely does not have a crush on one of the waitresses. no. definitely not. he just happens to always be watching her, always be at the window with the order she needs, and.. wait what happened to that regular that yelled at you last week because his order was wrong?

also.. honestly he could be considered not even an employee because he spends more time smoking outside than actually working.

“fook ya mean, ‘e yelled at ya? bloody ‘ell.. take this cuppa out, i’m goin’ for a smoke right quick.”

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a little continuation of this. john price x cashier fem!reader. verbal abuse, anxiety, yelling, hurt/comfort, price comes to your retail rescue<3<3 1.4k words

The only good part of a 5am wakeup is watching the sunrise slowly climb the sky.

There’s a quiet sort of tiredness that lets you appreciate it more — and though the lot associates have made a joke about the morning crew and their sunrise photos, there’s an element of truth there that’s both funny and a little beautiful.

It’s a drag to wait outside the doors for a manager to open them, trying not to make eye contact with the early-bird oldies and the impatient contractors who think they should just be allowed in before everyone else based on the amount of money they spend.

When the doors open and the 6am hardware warriors stroll in, ready and chipper, you’re half asleep leaning against your counter.

Another good thing about the early shift is the lack of uptight managers. None of them want to wake up before ten, so you’re safe to lean and lounge while waiting for customers.

A call comes through your earpiece after a few customers, nearing the cusp of 8am.

”Hey, we’ve got the guy coming your way,” your head cash – Lisa – says, voice crackling in the mic. The guy is a rude jerkoff, some contractor who thinks abusing staff is the way to get good service and better prices.

What’s worse is that your managers allow it. In fact, you get warnings like this all the time. The guy is here, the guy has a big order, make sure to cash him out fast or he’ll start shouting. Be pleasant. Smile.

The guy is walking down the store lumber aisle with a pinched expression on his face and two other employees dragging his stacked carts behind him.

You try to ignore his caustic vibes, thinking instead of the pink, purplish sunrise you’d seen earlier. Clouds like magic, cotton candy, floating above you 

You ignore the incessant tapping of his feet, the annoyed groan he makes when you lift a package of insulation up and find flat saw blades.

Sure, you can’t accuse him of stealing. But you can make a cheery, passive aggressive comment–

“Oops, I guess you forgot these!” you chirp, scanning them a little slower than necessary. It’s not mature, but it does make you feel a little better. Nice try, bozo.

Playing the idiot cashier helps with these types. Why are you mad, sir? I’m just a cashier? And though you could answer more questions than you do, you don’t. Playing the ditz makes life easy.

Lisa’s definitely judged you for it, but hey. She’s not stuck at the register like you are.

Sometimes, it works. You get a scowl, but they’ll go quiet. Sometimes.

Today, it backfires.

“Excuse me?” 

Oh here we go, you think. It’s way too early for this.

“What was that, sir?” you play dumb, voice squeaking.

“Are you accusing me of stealing?” his volume raises. You see redness crawling up his neck. Fuck.

“No, no, I only meant–” you try to backtrack. Fuck, fuck. This is the result of your hubris. Your reasoning flies out through the massive lumber area doors as his rage climbs.

“No? No? Because I think you just accused me of stealing. Do you understand how much I spend here, you moron?”

“I do, I didn’t mean to imply–”

“Get me a fucking manager, now,” he snaps. God, you have no clue if he acts like this to get his way, to get discounts, or if he’s really this angry half the time he comes in.

Regardless, the effect is real. You’ve never been good with anger, and you’re shaking a little as you press the call button on your pager.

“C-Can I please have a manager down to lumber cash?” you broadcast to the store.

All you can think of is looking away from his angry gaze while you wait. Oh, a bubble bath – you have an aloe and green tea bubble bath packet at home waiting for you.

Hot water. Bubble bath. Manager to fix this mess. Maybe a hot chocolate after work?

A couple minutes pass. Longest minutes of your life.

No answer. The guy taps his foot, sighing loudly, angrily. You try again.

“Can I please have a manager down to lumber cash?”

Oh fuck, is that someone else in line? You turn away bodily, speaking again into your mic. Trying to look like you’re doing something about the wait.

Another couple minutes. Despair washes over you like a cold blanket of snow.

“Need a manager at lumber cash,” you try.

Typical, really. Lisa is likely on break, and you have no idea who’s managing the store at the moment.

You imagine it’s likely Cody, who’s good with contractors like this because he's personable but he’s also lazy it almost cancels out. Also, he takes a smoke break every 5 minutes.

And never takes his pager.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” you hear behind you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, turning. “My manager is busy at the moment but–”

“Busy?” his voice is like a gunshot in the airy space, an absurd volume for the time.

“Yes–”

“Do you know–”

A third voice cuts in.

“Think you better learn a little patience, mate,” British?

Oh, shit. It’s that guy from before. He’s got one hip a little cocked, a frown on his face like he’s smelled something bad. His boonie hat is titled down, nearly covering his eyes. You can see them because you’re shorter than he is.

“Excuse me? And who are you? Mind your business,” the guy says.

“I think you’d better let the nice girl check me out while you wait,” he motions for you towards the parallel cash desk, and you’re grateful to just follow.

You scurry away from the guy faster than is appropriate, calling out again as you cross the open space towards the other cash desk for a manager.

You can only hope they arrive while you’re helping this one. John Price, you think his name was. He's a memorable man. Him and his moustache and his expensive company.

John Price has left the guy flabbergasted. He also has twice as many carts as him, and when your eyes widen to see them he just says take your time in a smooth, deep voice.

Oh man.

You do take your time, already calmer for John’s presence. Strange maybe to feel safe in the company of a stranger, a contractor no less, but it’s a nice change of pace.

Beep, beep. You scan methodically. John has no hidden items, and he doesn’t pressure you. He leans up against his lumber order and watches you check underneath things, under the cart, doing everything you’re trained to do.

“Start early?” he asks.

“Hm?” you lift your head. “Oh, yes. 6am.”

He whistles.

“Hard worker, I see,” he helps you lift a heavy bag of concrete.

“Thank you,” Marx look away, you think. Your face is only a little hot.

Cody strolls in the lumber doors missing his apron and – you guessed it – his pager. You fix him with a look as he smiles in greeting.

“Need a manager when you’re free,” you rush. Cody is nice, but you’re kinda miffed now.

“Oh, sure,” he says, walking by you toward the breakroom.

John Price raises a brow.

“Not everyone’s up to the task, eh?”

You feel hot again.

“It’s just early.”

John smiles. He looks remarkably silly doing it, you think. His facial hair makes him look approachable, cuddly. Like a teddy bear.

John’s order totals double the guy, which isn’t really a victory for you but it feels like one. Ha! See, you aren’t the richest guy here. You feel vindicated. Cody looks miserable cashing him out, which makes you just a little guilty.

“Will that be cash or card?” you ask, finger hovering on the POS.

He pays with card. You certainly do not notice how he cradles the machine. You aren’t that down bad.

Only you are, and his fingers are huge. His knuckles are hairy.

When you go to hand him the receipts, printed twice for record keeping, he manages to slip a 50 into your hand before you notice.

“Oh, no! I’m not allowed to–”

He folds those big bear paws over your hand, enclosing the cash in it with a sh sh sh as you protest.

“For the trouble,” he winks.

“You didn’t give me any trouble,” you try. The warmth of his palm, the roughness of his calluses. You’re a goner.

He chuckles, and you wonder how he can be both so intense and so disarming.

“You know what I mean, sweetheart,” he squeezes your hand, pushing it gently back towards you until you can put it in your apron pocket.

“Thank you,” you squeeze out.

“Don’t let him get to you,” he says.

“I’ll try,” you thank God or the universe or whoever that Cody and the guy finished a while ago.

“Attagirl.”

Yeah, you’re a goner.

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The way this ship was massacred by season 2 was terrible.