#Captain John Price as dad tbh

[thetravelingtyper]

Reaper (GN! Tall Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley) Spitfire Moment 2

You and Simon have a moment and Simon has a few skeletons on his mind.

Warnings: Some angst, talk of character death, happy ending. Possible OOC of characters

Part 1, Part 3, Masterlist

A/N: These moments are not in any particular chronological order so details are given in each description. Takes place before the events of COD MW2 2022. In this universe, the 141 had Soap knowing Ghost already.

(Deeply inspired by Woman by Mumford and Sons, Seriously if you want my emotional experience please listen to that on repeat while reading!)

A flash of lightning lights up your living room. Then it goes out, then a rumble of thunder like a wave. Christmas lights blink, threatening to go out, but they just resume their programmed pattern. You sit on the far side of the sofa, leaning against the arm with legs crossed as you sit sentinel. You are a silent guardian in the night as your partner sleeps.

Ruffled blond hair is soft under your fingertips, and you scratch lightly at Simon’s scalp as he grumbles something incoherent in his sleep. Ghost had entered your apartment, but the warmth of your soul let the reaper find rest. As a hardened machine, Ghost cut down enemies and bolstered allies alike, and yet the hardened cusp of a man was made whole with love here at this moment as he slept.

You reach a free hand behind you to the table, your scrying fingers brush hard plastic and you pick up the other half of your sleeping lover. As if sensing a call, Simon shifts, his loose arms pulling into himself a bit, but he does not awaken; instead his head turns and digs a little bit deeper into the pillow in your lap. He reminded you of a big dog trying to fit into a tiny dog bed, this thought leading a smile to your face and your eyes shift down to him for a moment. You pull his mask forward, holding it above his sleeping form, now taking your hand from his scalp to run it over the skull plate.

At one point you had been unnerved by Ghost. Despite your height, it was his way of carrying himself that allowed Ghost to tower over you. And yet your good-humored nature had won out when he had treated you with respect.

---

You were part of a United States Marines Covert Unit, the end of a long undercover mission had brought you to London for R&R as your Captain put it. The woman had given you a long look and then sent you for an extended break. Something about a ‘fisher friend’ over the ‘Pond,’ someone she thought you would enjoy. So with your few traveling possession bundled together, you took a late flight.

For some reason you were restless, and the moment you got off the plane you headed to your destination, a brick-built pub. Your Captain had told you to meet her contact in the next few days but you had nothing to do. 

Pushing into the pub you found a warm and rustic space. Hardwood tables, cushioned stools, and a good old chap running the place pulled you in quickly. The bartender and, as you found, the owner liked to keep the place open late.

“For those lonely wanderers, you military?” You nodded at the question and he gave a knowing nod, then gestured to a space behind the bar.

“Feel free to stay a while, you look like ya could use a drink and some company.”

You give the man a smile and set your carry-on and backpack down. You appreciated the hospitality and as you took a seat at the bar you looked around.

There were a few regulars, older gents who had a few too many waiting to leave, you look to the back, and a couple of ladies were playing pool. What you assumed was the older of the two was hovering at her partners’ back, and the younger shot her a smile. Your heart warmed at the clear affection, your eyes moved on. At a table across from them sat a tired student, textbooks, laptop, and the use of the outlet signaled their hasty work. The poor kid looked ready to fall asleep, but as they kept nodding off they jolted awake and then went back to frantic typing. You grimaced, remembering those days in your 20s. 

You did a final look about the room, eyes scanning the corners, assessing the structure of the room, and catching the shadows in the more closed corner. Then a glint. You pulled yourself up, a clink of glasses as the bartender busied himself prepping you a drink. A smile curled up on your face, you were a little startled but you had caught your watcher, you sent the figure a nod.

Hidden in a far-cornered table sat a man in all black, the only signal that he was there at all was the skull printed on his balaclava. Your training crept up your spine when you first clocked him, but the surroundings and atmosphere told you that somehow he wasn’t a threat. And with his position, you felt that, in a funny way, he just fit in, every old place like this had a skeleton in the closet.

The bartender finally turned back to you and noticing your raised eyebrow turned to the silent corner. You crack a smile:

“Got a skeleton in your closet?”

This catches the man off guard, then he lets out a loud bellowing laugh. He has to set the glass down to brace himself on the bar. His laughter catches the patrons' eyes, but they turn back to their actions. It’s infectious and with your energy (and frankly slight delirium after a long flight) you begin to giggle. You lock your legs on the stool to balance yourself, a glint in your eye lighting up. The bartender catches his breath and then asks you what you were drinking.

“A rum and coke please,” you move to pull out payment and the man waves you off.

“You are the first person to notice him, this is on the house. Don’t mind the man he is a good customer and a good patron.” 

He makes your drink and doesn’t offer any more information, and you don’t push. If a man in a mask is in a place like this chilling in the dark corner like Batman at, you glance at your watch, 1 something in the morning you respect his dedication.

The next two hours are spent with two drinks and a long conversation. He busies himself as the other patrons leave, the men getting rides and the student finishing with a sigh of relief. As the women pass hand in hand you and the bartender both smile. He asks what life is like in the states, where you went to school, and how the force was. You stay within nonclassified limits of course but you spin him (slightly) exaggerated tales. Sometimes he turns around to reorganize things and in these moments you feel eyes on the side of your head. 

The resident skeleton is apparently nursing a glass, the amber liquid catching the light, but it is his eyes you catch as the light shifts. Umber eyes glint through a mix of eye black and pale skin. You hold his eyes, back straightening naturally under his observation. You wonder if he was military, seeing his position and the mask. As the bartender returns to you, you nod and raise your glass in a toast and offer. He makes no movement so you shrug and turn back to the bartender with an easy and engaged smile, behind your back Simon’s head tilts in consideration.

3 o’clock comes with a slight warmth in your veins, you pull your arms over your head in a stretch as tiredness finally catches up to you. Your conversation had turned from your experience to why you were here. And you offer the best reply you could while maintaining some secrecy.

“My service mom basically sent me over to be babysat.” 

The bartender raises a brow but doesn’t push, instead, he offers an amused grin while glancing at your face and the clock. You get his idea and nod,

“I’m staying close just…” you still and turn, the man pauses in his approach a foot or two from you. He seems a little surprised to be caught but makes no movement, he then recovers and approaches the stool next to you. He looks down at you with a silent question.

“Be my guest.” You smile warmly, his actions were a bit endearing, it reminded you of your friend’s german shepherd. As a puppy, the dog would stalk your friend, and the moment she broke the stare the dog would pounce. 

The man sits with a tight figure, he is covered except for, as you see now, his hands. They are rough with scars and calluses and the glint of a chain around his neck with dog tags under his shirt answers your earlier assumptions. He is bulky, well-tuned, and muscled for combat, and you find yourself happy you don’t have to see his bad side. His eyes turn to yours under your observation, brown eyes bright and aware despite the skull and the silence of his figure. His eyes trace your form, then after passing over your belongings, they focus on the impression of your hidden dog tags. He tilts his head.

“American, sir, if the accent didn’t already give it away.”

You offer it up then turn back to your drink. The bartender watches a little baffled, then watches Simon, an unlikely patron for a long while. He didn’t know the man that well, but he came to be able to read the man, especially with his other unit members came in. The men in hats liked beer and cigars while the Scot was a loud but grand time. Simon gives you a long look, evaluating, and then…

A glint of glass hits your peripheral vision, and a pale hand of a reaper raises his glass. You turn, blinking down then up at him, he lifts his head, and you smile. You raise your glass to clink lightly against his and, turning to clean the counter the bartender smiles. He heads to the other end, cleaning and sorting glasses and utensils. Simon watches him leave then turns back to you. You watch him with an amused grin, shoulders looser, and general air happy. 

“Where are you staying?” his voice for some reason doesn’t surprise you as it comes out more like a grumble than anything else. 

You raise a brow, while the man in front of you was, interesting, you didn’t feel unsafe. You went with your gut, 

“There’s a small inn a few blocks down, Captain booked me a room.”

This caught Simon’s attention, he had a hunch. 

“I know it. I’m in for a few days,” he watches you stifle a yawn, “walk you?”

The offer surprises you, but you finish your drink as the bartender returns. You consider it and give him a nod. 

“Sure...?”

“Simon, Simon Riley.” His name is firm and your lips quirk, you offer your name in reply. It confirms his suspicion and as you gather your stuff Simon takes your carry-on for you. 

He had been surprised when you noticed him, but listening in on your stories and your easy nature, even around him, had caught his interest. And as he opened the door for you and gave a nod to the barkeep a small grin rose under his mask. 

---

Simon had actually offered good company, the walk had led to a good conversation. In the following days before your meeting you had been offered an outing for tea and groceries by the man, he had shown you the area. And the night you had gone to the pub to meet with your captain’s friend you found Simon sitting with what you would find out was the 141.

You had locked eyes, chuckled, and then offered “what is this, army recruitment?”

The following amused grin on Captain John Price’s face and the baffled expressions on the others' faces cemented your character. You approached the table steadily and introduced yourself with an induced American drawl. Soap grinned at you, welcoming you with a drink instantly. Gaz looked between you and a grinning Price:

“This is the new recruit? They look like they are on vacation.”

“I was, apparently ‘mom’ was loaning me out, good to know the Captain hates me.”

 Price’s voice was warm and well-humored,

“Aye, consider it a promotion, right Lieutenant?”

Simon’s brow raised under the mask and he turned to regard you. There was a familiar calm, then a quick flash of something. You took it as a good sign and dropped into the seat next to him, and the rest became history.

---

The white of the skull shell comforted you with its seriousness. While you loved the man asleep in your lap with all your heart, you did not shy away from Ghost. He had risen up from the darkness that lingered around Simon and was a shield against the world. And yet, as he fell further and further in with the 141, parts of Simon shone through. 

You press the mask against your heart in a silent thanks, a bit goofy but you were sentimental. Eyes closed, you took in the residual smell of cologne, sweat, and gunpowder. At this point in your life, so deep within the arms of war, even while at peace the smells settled your soul. In the darkness behind your eyes, an easy light shone through as long arms wrapped themselves around your stomach.

The rain outside pelted coldly, but warmth simmered in your heart. Brown eyes sat closed but Simon hummed, hands traveling. You chucked down at him, still grasping his shadow in your hands, hesitant to disconnect the two in your mind as it was indeed Ghost you had loved first before the unmasked man beneath you.

The ink of his tattoos danced in the street lights from the window, a flash of lightning, Simon lifts up from your grasp, pulling his arms to his chest. You fear for a moment but stifle a giggle when he just flips his long body over to his stomach to settle further into your lap like a cat. He lays for a moment before propping himself up with an elbow, his face turning up to you.

Eyes linger over you, his mouth tugging up, you wore one of his shirts, the buttons at the collar, it is loose and showing your collarbone, and a silver chain. His eyes travel down, then they catch his infamous mask. His voice rumbles out, somehow even lower from sleep, and it sends a tingle up your spine.

“What are you doing Love?”

His sleep-husked voice asks. You don't answer. Instead, you pull a hand from the mask to caress your lover's face. Scars are raised on the smooth skin under your fingers. His stubble is rough and he leans into your hand like a cat. You trace up, thumbing a cut on his brow, then hitting his hair he drops back down into your lap. You can’t stop the smirk, his head turns on the pillow looking out into the room, refusing to acknowledge your smug smile as he leans into the pillow. This man was a cat. You run your hand actively through his growing-out hair.

“You can’t escape the question.”

“I’m not baby. I was just admiring an old friend.” You huff a laugh as his arms can now easily circle your waist.

He mumbles incoherently into the pillow as he embraces you like a tired toddler. 

“What, Ghost is really cool, you know a friend tells me he’s really hot under all that gear,” you pause a moment thinking, “actually leave the gear on.”

Simon groans, now fully awake, he pulls back and pushes himself up further. In a short sleeve shirt, you can greatly admire his arms as he moves his long legs around shifting to sit so that he is mirroring you. He now sits crisscrossed in front of you.

“Sleepover?” 

He gives you a pointed look. You grin.

“Love, we won’t be sleeping if you keep being cheeky…” it rumbles out and he reaches a hand towards you. You hug his mask tighter, head shaking and pulling back from him.

“Nope.”

A blond brow shoots up. Simon sits straighter then he sees you glance down at the mask holding it to better examine it. The heartfelt smile on your face makes him freeze.

---

You had been shot. Gunfire finally fizzled out as the team got the hell out of dodge with the intel. You laughed wetly, hot tears of pain blinding your sight into a fuzzy haze. A mohawk passed and you reached a hand up. Soap’s voice filtered in and out of coherency.

“Shit, hang in ther…”

Firm hands pressed to your side and your face as Gaz held pressure to the wound, his dark skin a reprieve from the white lights of the burning sun. A hat presses on your head, your eyes search.

“Hold on to this kid, I expect it back.”

Price covers your eyes from the sun with his hat as Ghost drives as fast as he physically can without jostling you. You had made it back, rushing into the truck as fire rained down from above. What was supposed to be an empty compound was filled with enemies and shoddy intel. Soap and Gaz had been on the other side of the compound and had bested you by a lucky minute. You all heard the echo of a rifle before the blood seeped out from under your gear, you froze and then crumpled forward. It was Soap who had yanked you into the truck and Ghost had taken off like a bat out of hell.

“Shit, Ghost careful!” in his panic, Soap’s accent thickened as he cupped the back of your head, Price’s hat tilted, threatening to tumble. You gasped out a hard breath, in your delirium you tried to reach to fix it, but your hands lay still, limply splayed out. Soap caught the movement and his heart broke, his jaw clenched and he gently moved your shoulders and head down further into his lap. He tilted the hat better on your head, hand shaking when you smiled hazily, 

“Thank you Soapy…” the words tumbled out with a shaky giggle.

"Spitz" the deep voice cut through your delirium for a moment, you pulled your legs up trying to shift. Gaz curses,

"Keep 'em still Johnny!" 

"Hey L.T.," your voice cracks, "you think Cap will take me back? Like a trade in…" you give a chuckle. 

Technically you were on 'loan' as your captain had told Price. Well extended loan, as you never officially 'joined'.

Simon, under Ghost, clenched the wheel tighter as the truck crested a hill. Price remained grimly silent, having already called for medical evac, the safe house was 30 minutes out, Simon drove faster.

“Ghost?” your questioning tone squeeze his heart.

“We are not returning you Spitz.” Hearing Soap’s nickname for you from your commanding officer made you giggle.

“You sound funny.” 

Gaz did his best to staunch the bleeding at your abdomen, 

“Shit, Captain we need to hurry!” 

You suddenly jerked at the pressure, hand lunging for Soap’s arm. Your eyes dull a little and your voice breaks, 

“I’m scared Johnny.”

Price spins around at this, eyes shooting from the road, he leans over the back seat. 

Your eyes dip and Soap starts shaking your cradled head.

“Hey, hey, look at me!” You can barely understand him through the ringing of your ears and your haze.

You can make out the sounds of a chopper and the truck skidding to a stop, but warmth has embraced your mind as shadows start to take you. Doors slam open with a crash. You close your eyes, then a jab, and awareness fights through.

“Fucking hell, you are not fucking dying on me!”

Your eyes shoot open, a flash of clarity, then the rush of searing pain. You almost scream but instead bite down on leather.

“You are going take your tongue off! It’s ok I’m here!” The reaper stands over you.

Actually, now your limp form is in the air.

Ghost has you in his arms rushing to the chopper, unseen the others follow, truck abandoned. But the face of death stares down at you. The injection wakes your body but your mind still drifts and your eyes unfocus on anything but the skull plate and deep brown eyes. 

You reach a hand up, bumping then finally finding purchase on the mask. His breath comes out jagged with hidden emotion as he runs effortlessly with you. Eyes turn back up and you whine at the loss of his face, he lunges up into the helicopter.

“You will be fine Spitz,” Ghost mutters as the others jump in and slide the door shut. The bird takes off and Price is yelling directions while Soap and Gaz pace, but…

Ghost is a wall off from the chaos as he holds you, the medic rushes him, a light in your eyes, testing fingers. Ghost lowers you to the floor, Soap rushes through Gaz’s call. Price’s hat tumbles off, and Soap braces his hands under your head as Ghost sets you down. 

Blackness finally catches you but you latch on, mentally and physically, to the reaper’s face. Ghost just kneels closer, listless for a second as you pull him closer by his head. His arms brace on the sides of your head, careful not to hit you. His shoulders, padded in black, block you from view as the medic rushes for supplies. Soap is the only witness as Price holds Gaz back from crowding you.

The skull with surprised human eyes is a breath away from your face, but you don’t register Simon at this point. You weakly caress the skull, and Simon's breath stutters.

“You’re…not scary” you giggle haggardly and Soap has to clench his jaw and turn away. But Simon is caught in your grasp, watching you pass into shadows, but yet, your eyes then see his. 

“hi.” it comes out breathy as your heart slows. The medic returns and on the other side of your body he cuts through your gear. You don’t feel anything but blissful warmth from here. 

You pull Simon's head even closer, his mask plate knocking into his forehead as your eyes engulf his.

“You’re no-t scary Ghosty,” you press your lips to his masked cheek then pass out, head going limp in Soaps hands with a ghastly smile on your face. 

Simon freezes and then is yanked back by Gaz and Price as the medic tears through your vest to resuscitate, Soap is cradling your limp head with tears streaming down his face.

The time passes as a blur as Simon dissociates and Ghost takes over, keeping vigil.

---

Six days later you awaken back on base, hooked up to an IV. You pull the breathing tube out just as Soap wakes up and starts burning you alive with Scottish slang. His voice is rough with tears as you watch him like a deer caught in the headlights. Gaz pokes his head in with a brightening smile as you start cursing at Soap in return. 

Price’s hat hovers over your head as he corrals both of you with stern, but relieved eyes. You grasp for his hat with an excited squeal. Under heavy meds, you are slightly fuzzy but aware of those in the room. You make gimme gimme hands and it lands in your lap. Soap bites a shaky smile head turning to clear his tears.

Your mind buzzes, even in your hazy state, Bandages wrap your sides like gloves and the air is stately and chill through the hospital gown. The sheets, while warm aren’t enough. A tingle in your mind, you blink, then your eyes automatically turn towards the door. 

Silver dog tags on black glint, but your eyes capture your reaper. You try to shift up but Soap moves forward:

“Ey no ye don’t.” You don’t turn to him but try to pass him Price’s hat in a bribe. Gaz sees it and loses it, wheezing into a strained crying laugh as he falls back into a chair. Well-meaning and previously collected, it's Gaz who is emotionally snapping. Relief tears its way through him as his hands clenched together and he rests his forehead on them, his shoulders shaking silently. Seeing you ok finally lets his calm, masked exterior release break. Your eyes dip towards Kyle and Ghost enters. The Lieutenant passes Gaz, hand in a fist knocking his shoulder in a calming moment. Umber eyes shoot up to Soap, the Scot nods and he takes the hat with a murmur of thanks to you. You watch head cocking as Soap takes Gaz and the two head into the hallway. Now hatless, you turn towards Price, medicine pulling a little on your mind.

“If you call me Dad kid I am making you run laps.”

Price chuckles fondly as your eyes go wide then you squint at him. Ghost approaches the other side of your bed and Simon stares down at you as you lock eyes with Price. His hatless hair is ruffled and he looks tired. You reach a grabby hand out, both weighted by medicine but also as a joke. Price raises a brow but it’s not his hand that takes yours. A black-coated arm reaches across your lap and takes your hand. Your head tilts, confused for a moment, then it turns to stare at the reaper. A black shape engulfs your vision. His infamous black jacket is laid over you. It smells of gunpowder and him, you realize as a doopy smile extends over your face. You run your free hand over it, Price smiles unseen and leaves the room, shutting the door softly. 

You attempt to move your grasped hand but find it locked in place. Your eyes trace up, your Lieutenant is wearing a hoodie and is gearless, blue jeans free of his ‘casual’ holster. You lean over the side of the bed looking. He’s not in boots. You hum, mind vibrating at you for some reason. You move back and another hand moves to your shoulder, helping you gently lean back into the pillows.

“Easy.”

The voice is rough, emotion filtering in. Your eyes trace up his arm, over broad shoulders, and at his exposed dog tags, you want to reach up and grab them but suddenly his arms are gone. A frown starts to creep up on your face before gloveless hands engulf the sides of your face and neck and your head is quickly, but carefully, pressed to his chest. You blink before your arms raise naturally to wrap around his body as he awkwardly leans over. His chest is steady, but his heart beats sporadically, trying to calm itself. Simon lowers his head onto yours just holding you. You both remain this way, medicine pulls at your conscious but your heart fights it, cherishing the moment.

You pat his back and he hesitantly pulls black, but his hands remain resting on you, guarding. Brown eyes swim with emotion as his eye black is streaked. There is redness to his eyes and his brows are taunt with stress, but he still wears his combat mask but the plate is clean. His hand leaves you and reaches for the mask, offering. You grab his hand, your head cocked in question.

You shake your head, exhaling softly out your nose with a warm heart. He freezes, and Ghost finally steps back. He leans up, breathing deeply as you watch with a growing smile when you see the weight of panic and sorrow leave him. His shoulders drop and his fingers that are still on your arm rub circles. Then Simon steps forward, some shadow in his mind warming and settling into his soul. 

His free hand lingers, fingers flexing. His eyes skim over you, the black of his jacket staining the white gown and sheets. His eyes scan your collarbone, your breathing steady and at peace, then they meet your face.

Your lips are smiling, dry but quirked. Up to your eyes. They shimmer as you are now aware of his presence and are appreciative. But a spark. In your mind the medicine now just makes you sleepy, body finally awake with your mind, even if for a moment. You are content with the shadow’s presence, completely comfortable with Ghost before you.

This fact finally, for the first real time, settles in Simon’s mind as he blinks. He wants to laugh, his heart racing. You notice the change and a hand comes up and caresses the mask. He stares at you, mind blanking.

A second, your mouth opens to question him.

“Are you ok?”

Nothing.

Your head cocks, smile slipping, then freezing at his eyes. 

Simon just stares down, then his hands shoot up. He tears off the mask. You go to close your eyes but warm hands grasp your face, they plead with you and you open your eyes.

Simon bears his soul to you, pale face littered with scars. But you only watch his eyes as they begin to water, the mask of Ghost sits discarded in your lap as his shadow melts and Simon begins. Both are mingled into one conflicted being.

And your fingers caress both as you frown, unbothered by the being before you, your hand goes to wipe a tear but Simon ducks further and presses his lips into yours. 

---

Simon blinks back and his hands take your face. Your eyes shoot up with a hum and you set the mask down.

“Jealous?” You ask cheekily.

“I love you.” His voice is solid, Ghost’s unbreaking and promising, and Simon’s deep with emotion. You sense the weight of the moment and you smile calmly,

“I love you too.” You reply.

[angel5ofp0rn]

♡ part one ♡

ExHusband!Price x f!reader

been thinking ab this post 4ever and need to get it out tbh.

**I’ve never done something like this b4 and I haven’t proofread so pls be nice 2 me ._. **

You have been divorced from your ex husband John Price for two years. Still, he comes over and shovels your driveway for you every time it snows.

He’s come inside and warmed up in the mudroom nearly every 15-20 minutes, puffing hot breath into his hands and rubbing them together for warmth before stepping back out and shoveling again.

You meet him in the mudroom for his fourth warm-up break and hand him a mug of hot coffee. Dash of cream, one sugar.

“Still how you take your coffee, right?” You offer a small smile, hugging your arms around yourself as John takes a sip from the mug.

“Still the same.” He nods before he takes another sip, the small smile that had appeared at the corner of his mouth quickly fading.

He leans up against the doorframe, the shovel leaning against the wall next to him. He peers out of the door's window, checking over his work.

“I'll get goin' soon enough. It ain't snowing right now, the drive's nearly clear.”

You thank him again, even though you never asked him to do this in the first place. You can’t help but look up at him, meeting his blue eyes for just a moment.

Before he could reply, your two children came running around the corner cheering and squealing when they saw their dad.

John's smile brightens at their presence, his body language immediately softening as he squatted down to their level.

“Hey, my little monkeys. Come give yer ol’ dad a hug.” He opens his arms out wide, inviting both of them to come to him. It doesn't take long before they both go crashing into him, squealing, smiling. Their giggles filled the small room.

You just smile. Even if you and John aren’t always on the best of terms, you can’t deny that he’s a great father.

“Daddy’s cold.” Your youngest shivers a bit from hugging their dad, who still had snow on his clothes and frost on his beard from shoveling.

John tries to shrug it off, but you ask him to stay and warm up for a while.

For the kids, of course.

Plus dinner is nearly ready, and you definitely made too much for just you and the kids, anyway.

More cheering, more squealing, more giggling as John finally agrees and kicks his boots off, hanging his coat on the hook.

John’s blue eyes scan the new decor and different paintings on the wall, but he doesn’t comment on how much the place has changed since he moved out.

After dinner, the two of you stand in the doorway as you watch the kids play together in their playroom, that used to be John’s “man cave”.

“They're gonna make you tuck them in.” You mention, sipping your glass of wine.

John smiles, a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“Maybe you can convince them to go up and brush their teeth?” You lower your wineglass and offer a fake, pleading pout.

He looks down for a moment, pretending not to see the gesture. Instead, he looks back to the children.

“Right then, you two little monkeys. It’s gettin’ late. Go on up and brush your teeth. I’ll come tuck you in.”

Both children protest for a while, but eventually give in without too much of a fight. That’s a new one.

John lets out a chuckle as the children roll their eyes and go up the stairs. He watches them disappear from view before turning and meeting your eyes again, still smiling for this small victory.

As if he had just realized he was staring, John’s eyes darted down into his now empty mug.

"Let me take that." You reach for his mug but he shakes his head.

"I haven’t forgotten where the kitchen is," He smiles a bit. "'ll clean up and then tuck the kids in."

John makes his way over to the kitchen, placing it in the sink and starting water. You follow, and notice that he was also washing the dishes from dinner as well.

“John, you don’t have to-“

“I know.”

And that’s that.

You chew your bottom lip. This looked too familiar. It felt too familiar.

"I'm... gonna go check on them and get them in their pj's." You gesture to the stairs in the hall.

He looks up at you briefly and nods; "Be up in a bit, love.”

Once the water is emptied from the sink, he starts loading the dishes into the dishwasher. Once completed, he starts to wipe down the counters and stovetop, wanting to make sure he left no mess behind. Then he trekked back up the stairs to tuck in the kids.

You’re downstairs again, on the living room sofa. You wanted to let John have a moment alone with the kiddos before he left again.

He makes his way down the stairs and sees you sitting there in the dim lighting. He clears his throat a bit as he walks through the living room and back into the mudroom.

“They're tucked in. Not a whisper from ‘em.” He mentions casually as he gets his snow boots back on.

You thank him, turning to watch him leave, but notice him looking out of the door window and pause. So you make your way over to the door to see what he’s seeing.

It's started snowing and the driveway is completely covered again. It looks like he hasn't even shoveled.

John lets out a grunt of disbelief and sighs, pulling on his beanie and reaching for the shovel once again.

“Don't-“ You shake your head, placing your hand on the shovel. “It's snowing hard, there's no point in shoveling it all up just for it to be covered again. Why don't you... stay on the couch or something tonight.”

He stares down at the shovel for a moment, debating it. After a beat, he sighs a bit, nodding.

“I... could do that.”

You go upstairs to the bedroom and bring John some extra pillows and blankets to make a bed on the couch with.

You set everything on the coffee table and the two of you sit on the couch for a moment, just catching up and chatting about the kids.

“The kids both want to do soccer in the spring.” You mention, your cheeks a bit rosy from the wine you had with dinner.

“Football.” He corrects with a small smirk. You roll your eyes.

“Let me pay for the lessons.” He says; not asking.

Of course you refuse.

Of course he insists.

You settle on splitting it.

Then it happens again. Your eyes meet his. Neither one of you speaks. Suddenly you’re transported back to the first night you met; you were newly 21 and already tipsy when your eyes met those of an older man in his fatigues as he sat at the bar. You remember drunkly telling the older man that he had the prettiest blue eyes, and that you wanted a hundred of his babies that looked just. like. him.

You have two, at least.

“Oh!” You sit up a bit straighter, snapping out of your daydream. “I was going to ask you to look at something on my laptop. It's doing that thing again. It's upstairs.” You get up and head to your home office, John right behind you.

You open your laptop and hand it to John. He knew how to fix it last time, so it should take him no time.

He sits in your office chair and you step away into your bedroom across the hall to get into a pair of pajama shorts and a hoodie, since it's getting late.

The laptop whirred softly before he got it running again. Only took a minute. He sets it on the desk, leaning back in your chair with his hands behind his head as he looks up through the open door where you can be found, changing in the bedroom.

You were his wife at one point, anyway. Isn’t something he hasn’t seen before…

After you’ve changed, you lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you wait for John to fix the issue with your laptop, unaware that he was watching. Unaware that the laptop has been fixed for a while now, and he was just wasting time.

Eventually, his voice wafts through the doorway.

“Think I got it, love-“ He pauses for a moment. “Er, Y/N.”

“Ugh, thank you.” You sigh and sit up, taking the laptop from him and setting it on your nightstand. “Stupid thing always acting up.”

John sits on the edge of your bed as you take the laptop back from him.

“Not a problem. It was a quick fix.” He offers a small smile, rubbing the back of his head.

He takes a glance at you, noticing the pajamas you had put on.

"...Is that my sweatshirt?"

You blush a bit sheepishly, looking down at the oversized, grey 2XL Special Air Service hoodie you’re wearing. "Um..."

Another small chuckle escapes his lips. He shakes his head a bit, trying to contain his amusement.

“S’what I thought. You look... comfy." He reaches his hand out towards your leg, running his hand lightly over your bare legs, exposed by the shorts you were wearing.

Without realizing what he's doing, he has his hand on your thigh, and he gives it a light squeeze.

Eventually his hand travels higher to rest on your sex over your pajama shorts.

Usually, you'd tell him off. Monologue about how this isn't how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries.

But tonight you don't.

Maybe it's because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since you'd felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.

So you let him slip his hand down your panties.

But it's a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.

You look down at his hand for a beat when you feel it.

You look back up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in and crashing your lips together.

John wastes no time in laying you back on your bed and tugging your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere behind him.

His lips are on your neck, his hands spreading your soft thighs apart. You can smell the musky scent of himself on him, mixed with that familiar cologne of his, and you breathe a sigh.

“Take this off f’r me.” He mumbles against your skin, sliding your his hoodie up your body.

Your body aches for this to continue, and John doesn't plan to disappoint, but he takes a moment to admire what's sprawled out in front of him. He lets out a satisfied smirk as he pulls you closer by your thighs. He's undone his belt and shrugged out of his jeans in no time.

You pull his shirt off over his head before you close your eyes and tilt your head to give him easier access to kiss your neck.

His scruffy beard tickles your neck, his calloused hands gripping your thigh and rubbing your slick, dripping pussy.

“So needy.” John observed as your back arched and your body squirmed at his touch. "Poor thing... No one's been keepin’ you satisfied, hm?”

You shake your head a bit. You hate that he’s right. You hate that he can tell. That he knows you too well.

But he’s right; no random Tinder hookup and no blind date that your friends have set you up with could ever compare to your ex husband.

“Should’a told me...” He murmurs as he leans lower, positioning his head in between your thighs, pressing desperate kisses to your aching clit.

He’s got you figured out completely. He’s always been good at that.

A smile forms as his hands move to grip your thighs. He lets out a quiet groan as your legs instinctively clamp around his head. The look of his veiny hands gripping your plushy thighs with that damn wedding band still around his finger is doing things to you.

His tongue slowly plays in circular motions, teasing you, loving the game. He takes his time, enjoying himself, as you continue to squeeze your thighs against his head. Hell, he’d let you suffocate him if it meant he could eat your pussy this one last time.

You try not to, but you let out a desperate moan of pleasure. He knew exactly what you like, exactly where to lick, exactly where to kiss, exactly where to nibble.

Damn him.

“You sound s’pretty, lovey. S’pretty f’r me.” He pants, his praise ending with a whimper.

Your eyes roll back. Fuck, he has you. He knows he has you. Your moans and whimpers are uncontrollable as he picks up the pace, all but slamming his thick cock into your pretty little hole.

You’re his, and he knows it, and in the moment, it’s true. Just him. Just you. The rest doesn’t matter right now.

John pulls out for just a moment while he swiftly flips you over, roughly gripping your hips and pulling your backside into him. He’s got the angle just right now, and your breath catches in your throat, followed by a needy whimper.

“Mine… All mine… Isn’t that right?” He whispers, more of a command than a question.

Your face is pressed against the mattress as John’s grip on your hips tighten. This angle, this position, John is so familiar with it. He knows what it does to you. He knows the way it makes you respond.

John lets out a loud groan as your whimpers and moans get more needy, desperate. He knows that you’re about to come.

He finishes right then and there, along with you.

You gasp a bit, surprised by the synchronization. Should you really be surprised, though? Only he would know your body like that. You’re his. He’s yours.

John slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, lying on the bed and pulling you into his chest. His hand grabs your thigh, draping your leg around his waist in an attempt to hold you closer.

He lets out a few deep breaths, letting the adrenaline and endorphins just fade away. Neither of you wants to move right now, both just content being in each other’s arms. Both content feeling the heat of each other’s bodies, just listening to each other breathing.

“Better than I remembered it.” John murmurs, his voice laced with a smirk.

You catch John’s left hand after he reached up to push your sweaty hair from your forehead. You hold it in yours, playing a bit with the wedding band.

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Why are they like this

[snootlestheangel]

Dad!Price fic random post

I really wanna update Unending Devotion soon, but I don't know if I will. About to get fucked by work so as a peace offering, take this random compilation of thoughts about Price, his husband, their owl-hybrid daughter, and the 141 boys that most likely won't make it to the actual story line

Enjoy!

6 Years ago: Devyn meets Nik for the first time

She's a hundred percent hiding behind her dad, absolutely terrified of this strange man that he's invited into the house. She's maybe met one other person at this point in her life, and so little 4 year old Devyn Price is not a fan.

At first.

Price is trying to comfort her and get her to trust Nik, but she's not really listening to him. She's too busy digging her tiny claws into his leg as she stares at Nik. He's not offended or anything, he just wants her to accept him. Nik 100% has told Price several times that Devyn takes priority and is willing to give up everything for her.

He does eventually win her over when he finally lowers to her level with a smile. He calls her "Sova" for the first time, and she's totally blown away by hearing a different language for the first time. He tells her where he's from, about Russia, and how he met her dad. She's totally still hiding behind Price, but she's not staring at him like she'll start crying if he makes a sudden movement. And then he tells her he's a pilot. She does her little confused head tilt, not knowing what that means.

"I fly." He explains, and suddenly she's starstruck. A human that can fly???

"But you have no wings!" She'll sign to him, very concerned. He tells her about helicopters and planes. She has him tell her what it's like to fly so high up (she's still struggling to get more than a few feet off the ground).

Eventually, the day ends with her on his lap, hanging onto his every word as he talks about his job as a pilot; the thrills of flying, how he's seen so many beautiful places and met so many beautiful people ("Like Dad?" "Of course, Sovenok").

He ends up having to leave for the night, and Devyn is quick to ask her dad if he's coming back. Price says yes, of course he's coming back.

"Will he stay next time?" Safe to say, Price proposed very quickly after that. If his little angel wanted Nik to stay, then stay Nik shall.

Ghost gets a gift

Devyn has moments where the boys are reminded she's not very socialized, so to speak. She's spent most of her life hidden away for her safety, and rarely had the opportunity to interact with people her age.

This is one of those moments.

Ghost agreed to babysit Devyn while on medical leave. Partly because Price was going to drive him insane if he stayed on base, partly because he wasn't about to go home without Johnny there, and partly because this was the ultimate sign of trust from his captain.

Besides, Ghost liked the company of the little Price girl. She was sweet and calm compared to the average person Ghost was forced to interact with. She never found the whole mask thing to be weird (one of the reasons he was secretly grateful she is the way she is) and she was relatively independent.

But then came the day she gave him a little gift. He was watching some movie on the couch when she came bounding inside, something hidden between her small hands. She grinned and cooed happily at him as she held out her hands, clearly intending for him to receive what was hidden inside.

Ghost was grateful he had better control of his emotions than others. It's rather startingly for the sweetest, most innocent little girl you've ever known to drop a very pristine mouse skeleton in your hands. He opted for the sake of his sanity, to not question how Devyn came to possess such a thing, and instead gave her a soft smile and a thank you.

"You like bones and stuff so I thought you should have this!" Is what she'll happily sign to him, and he can only nod in appreciation. He'll thank her again, ruffle the feathers on her head as he gets up to put it somewhere safe. He shows her what he does with it so she knows he appreciates the gift; even if it is the most macabre gift he's ever gotten.

Origin of her nickname "Moon Pie"

There are times in Price's life where he's reminded of the owl half of his daughter. She's never been a consistent sleeper; it's either she's up all night and asleep all day similar to an owl, the normal for a human being, or the mix of sleeping only half the day and half the night. There's no rhyme or reason to her sleep patterns, but Price has gotten good at finding ways to help her make sure she gets the right amount of sleep. As well as finding things for her to do during the night when she's awake.

She learned from a relatively young age how to fix food for herself, as it was rather difficult to get either of her dads to help her without grumbling to themselves. It was also difficult for her to communicate what she needed due to the darkness and the fact her fathers don't have her inhuman ability to see well at night. She knew where all her favorite snacks were and how to get them without hurting herself or damaging any of the furniture (She got in a bit of trouble for putting large scratches in a leather seated stool once). All in all, she was well-off on her own during the nights.

But of course, she isn't the only one in that house with sleeping issues. Many times, she's often joined by her dad, and maybe Papa too if he's just come home and hasn't reset his internal clock. They'll spend quiet nights together on the couch or when the weather's nice, out on the back porch. She loves flying at night, but only does so when Dad can watch her. She feels safer that way.

And it's one of these nights that Price couldn't fall back to sleep after a particularly rough nightmare. He decided since his husband wasn't home, that he'd find something else in the house to make him feel better. It's when he remembers that there was still leftover pie (that Laswell had brought when she and her wife visited over the weekend) that he'll be reminded of his daughter's nocturnal habits.

Safe to say, for a man who's only awake because of a nightmare and is still somewhat shaky from it, he's rather startled by the sight in the kitchen.

After all, it is indeed startling to see a small child-like figure, one with large wings and feathers on her head, sharp claws and talons, and reflective eyes hunched over a plate, a distinct red color smeared around her mouth, illuminated only by the moonlight.

Price clearly wasn't the only one who thought a bit of midnight pie would be nice. Like father like daughter. He decides to affectionately call her "Moon Pie" from that night forward, and Nik has yet to learn the real origins of it: they had promised to save him a slice but finished it that night, after all.

Dad!Price fic (Unending Devotion) taglist: @cod-dump @cr4shposts @cminoko

[wordstome]

COD Men as Dream Daddy DILFs

Call of Duty single dads x gn!single parent reader

⤐Characters: 141 + König + Horangi + Keegan

⤐Premise: You just moved into a neighborhood with a high population of retired military personnel.

*glances at my 3-4 wips* let's talk about some dilfs, shall we? ...Don't look at me. I had a vision. (No relation to the actual characters from Dream Daddy, just a similar premise) Also a disclaimer: I'm writing these dads mostly in their late 30s to 40s, but don't think about their ages and the ages of their kids too much. This is all vibes. And sorry ahead of time if I gave one of the kids the same name as you 💀 Feel free to imagine the kid has a different name because the names really don't matter

p.s. I wanted to write more characters but I had to reel myself in. I could be persuaded to write a part 2 with Vaqueros, Nikolai, Valeria, Nikto, and other Ghosts tbh

Warning: this shit is LENGTHY. Strap yourself in.

Price: A post about DILFs and you expect me not to start with Captain John Price? Price is the lynchpin of this cul de sac. He's the one inviting everyone over to the barbecue, tries to get the dads to get along, and gives everyone advice. He has the quintessential dad energy. He 100% slaps his knees and says "well!" when he gets up. Price also has major girl dad energy. He's got three adorable little ladies, aged 3 (Clara), 9 (Brianna), and 11 (Alice). Yes, he did name his daughters in ABC order, I can see him doing that. Oh, he dotes on his girls, and they love their dad endlessly. He's the model father: recitals, sports, parent teacher conferences, you name it, he's there.

That's how the two of you meet: he comes up to you at one of the aforementioned events and gives you a firm handshake and apologizes profusely for not coming around to introduce himself earlier. It's not like him not to at least swing by, and he hopes you can forgive him the discourtesy. He hands you his number and says anything you need, just give him a call, or maybe swing by for a beer sometime. He gives you a wink that makes your knees weak, a wink that says he definitely noticed you checking out his muscled arms and broad shoulders. Maybe you will swing by for that beer sometime—and maybe get a little more than just a drink.

Ghost: I could see Simon having a one night stand kid. He certainly never saw himself starting a family after he lost his last one, but he was stressed and probably piss drunk as well. Years and years later, he's back from deployment and finds a social worker with a boy on his doorstep, and the rest is history. I love the idea of Simon with a moody 16 year old, but I actually see Simon and his son having the same dynamic as Mike and Abby Schmidt from the FNAF movie. Since Simon wasn't around for Caden's early childhood, they have a relationship that's undeniably father and son, but leaning towards casual and sibling-like. Simon's figuring his shit out, dealing with his PTSD and the various lasting health issues his time in special forces has left him with, and Caden's a quiet, sensitive 10 year old boy who thinks the world of his dad.

You meet Simon at the local bar. His Ghost days are long behind him, but the balaclava's a hard habit to kick. Besides, he doesn't need people staring at his scars. He's usually there with the 141, but today he's alone, and looks like he could use some company. You sit up at the bar close to him and order a drink, but you don't disturb him, and he visibly relaxes when he realizes you're not going to try to make small talk. It becomes a routine, the two of you: always sharing a quiet drink together at the bar, and then both of you wordlessly go home to your kids. You have a sort of silent conversation every time: Good to see you again. Yeah, you too. Neither of you actually speak a word to the other until Price introduces you to him at a gathering, and you finally hear his voice. "We've met before," he says, with a glint in his eye that suggests perhaps he'd like to be more than just a silent drinking buddy. That's fine with you: you're dying to see what's under the mask and dark hoodie.

Soap: JOCK ALERT. Johnny's basically Craig from Dream Daddy: total dreamboat who goes on runs around the neighborhood and gets all the appreciative looks from the local moms. He thrives on the attention in a way that definitely makes the 141 roll their eyes. He's got an older little girl named Elodie, and a lil baby boy Thomas that he takes everywhere with him. Obviously he's just being a responsible parent taking care of an infant, but secretly, Thomas is a great conversation starter with aforementioned local moms.

Conversely however, it's Johnny who makes the move on you first. Maybe in the grocery store, maybe at one of Price's get-togethers. Sidles up to you and introduces himself with a look in his eye that means trouble. Only the good kind of trouble, of course. If you reciprocate and he finds out you're single, you're not getting rid of him. But why would you want to, anyway? He's endlessly charming, attentive, and good with his hands. When he's fixing a leaky tap for you, of course—what did you think I meant?

Gaz: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is a fucking heartthrob. I'm saying it right here, right now. He's a walks in with flowers, makes you dinner kind of partner. Also househusband vibes, because, surprise: Kyle is still married. This isn't a Joseph (Dream Daddy) situation, though: he and his wife, Emily, have known each other for a long time, a very high school sweethearts situation. Over the years, though, they drifted apart with Kyle in the military, and Emily eventually realized she's not actually into men. They're still married for coparenting purposes: they've got an older teenage girl named Violet, and a younger boy named Elliott. (Yes, I'm naming him after Elliot Knight, sue me.)

Honestly, I think it would be HILARIOUS if you met Kyle on a dating app and realized he's your next-door neighbor. But however you guys meet, Kyle is an old-school courter kind of guy. He is taking you on dinner dates, listening to you rant about your day, and is on your doorstep in a heartbeat when you call him in a panic because your kid's running a 105 fever (41 in Celsius) and you need a ride to the emergency room. (Not that the other dads wouldn't do the same, but I'm trying to convey "most reliable man in the world" vibes here.)

König: Y'all...you don't know how much fucken time I've spent thinking about this man as a dad. He's in the same boat as Ghost where he never saw himself living long enough to start a family, but here he is with the most precious little girl you've ever laid eyes on. Ava's got her father's curly hair and big green eyes, and she has her dad wrapped around her pinky finger. For König, Ava is living proof that he's capable of being more than just a tool for violence.

You meet König through Ava, of course. Your kids are the closest of friends, and the two of them are constantly going over to each other's houses. You're obviously delighted that your kid is making new friends and fitting in so well, but you'd be lying if your heart didn't skip a beat whenever you open your door to see Ava's six foot ten dad standing there with soft eyes and a sheepish smile. I have to stop here, because I've already written an extra paragraph for this man that I've cut out and pasted for safekeeping in my notes app, and if encouraged I will write more. (Please encourage me.)

Horangi: I know we already had a sort of Robert (Dream Daddy) figure with Ghost, but I think Horangi is a dad whose kid is an adult, much like Robert and Val. I also think that out of all the dads, Horangi is likely the one who's still doing some level of military work. Either that, or he has a very demanding job that takes up a lot of his time. He's ashamed of the way he let his gambling affect his family in the past, and is making up for it by being responsible and keeping his finances in order.

You don't meet him until you've lived in the neighborhood for quite a while, but he pops up at a gathering, talking quietly with König in a corner. You'd thought you had met every neighbor in the cul de sac, so you're intrigued by the newcomer. Someone, probably Price, tells you what Hong-jin's deal is, and ever since that you just can't keep your eyes off of him. You can't quite work up the nerve to talk to him, so you occupy yourself talking with the other parents. Some time later, you're at the food table grazing on the snacks when you look up and make eye contact with him. There's something intense in his gaze that makes you freeze, like a deer in headlights. He's definitely checking you out, you think. Your chest erupts into nervous butterflies when he starts walking towards you.

Keegan: Keegan is an adoptive father! I love his dynamic with the Walker boys, so I can see him being the kind of guy who adopts an older teenager so they have a home and a family instead of aging out of the system. Jason and Cecelia are high school age siblings who would have been separated otherwise, and consider Keegan their dad in every way that's important.

I think you and Keegan are definitely rivals in some way. Maybe it's a PTO thing, maybe he gets a little too boisterous at your kids' sports game. Whatever it is, you can't stand the man, but your annoyance whenever he's around only seems to amuse him. You have no problem saying to his face exactly what you think about him, but unfortunately, Keegan can see right through you. And hey, Cecelia could use some experience as a babysitter, so you won't have to worry about spending the night over at his place, will you?

As always, I wanna hear peoples' thoughts and feedback! If you want to hear more about these dads, drop me an ask <3

[slaughter-kin]

the 141 as dads

captain john price-

• this man is would be such a good dad

• we all know for a fact this man has a breeding kink so i see him having like 3/4 kids

• waking up early in the morning and eating bowls of cereal watching old cartoon re runs with them

• would start smoking outside or exclusively in his office because he doesn’t want that around them

• type of dad in his retirement to coach his kids football/soccer team

• the best for laying the child on his chest, humming as they fall asleep

• would be super interested in what his children’s interest are (this goes for all of them but i’m putting it here)

• takes his kids on camping and fishings trips

• loves to play hide-n-seek with his kids

• his kids would mock his actions and stand in front of the tv with his hands behind his back, and when they are napping on the couch his kid would also start snoring cause we all know this man snores LOUDLY

• type of dad whenever his kids mention they like eating something once he buys like 5 boxes of it

• would cry they say their first word no matter what is is

• loves taking them to the park

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick-

• okay literally the best dad ever

• i could see him with like 2 or 3 kids

• MATCHING OUTFITS

• if he had girls he would 1000% learn all kind of cute braid styles for them

• when he found out his spouse was pregnant he would be shocked but happy and would immediately buy 100 what to expect when you’re expecting books

• would hate when he kids got into trouble cause he would hate laying the law down but would sit them down and talk every calm but firm

• then would go into another room and be like 🥺

• would NEVER get angry with his kids

• all the mothers would flirt with him in the pickup line at school and he just ignores it

• he thinks his children deserve the entire world

• his kids call Price grandpa

• will blow raspberries on their stomachs until they they can’t stop giggling

• takes 1000 photos of his kids doing anything and then spam sends them to his spouse

• got so nauseous the first time he changed a diaper

• family halloween outfits

john ‘soap’ mactavish-

• such a fun dad

•pillow forts

• ice cream for breakfast

• if he had a son/sons he would cut their hair in the mohawk style as well

• would want so many children omg

• he comes from a big family so i think he would want one as well

• but if his spouse didn’t want a big family he would be okay with it

• if you’ve watched modern family he would be like phil dunphy

• would put his kids on those kid leashes whenever they go anywhere

• i feel like one thing he would struggle with is saying no to his children

• would always help them with their math and science homework

• type of dad to do push ups while his kids are sitting in his back and they are all giggling

• the proudest dad ever! is at every dance recital or sports game or talent show and if he can’t be (because of his job) he would ask all about it when he got home and even if they did poorly he would still tell them how proud of them he is and go her ice cream

•TICKLE FIGHTS

• it would also tear him up if couldn’t be there during a special event for his children

• i also feel like he would cry at major life milestones

• if his children/kid are into sports all you can hear at games is him yelling across the field

simon ‘ghost’ riley-

• GIRL DAD SIMON GIRL DAD SIMON GIRL DAD SIMON

• just imagine him with a pink baby holder strapped to his chest

• he would be such a good father omg

• with his past with his father he would be super scared at first but then as he’s holding this tiny infant he would get angry (not at child obviously) cause how could anyone treat their child the way his father treated him?

• would be super protective of his children (i mean all of them would tbh)

• as cute as it is for the baby to wear little skull head clothing, i don’t think he would want his children knowing ‘Ghost’.

• i think one thing he would struggle with is when his kids throw tantrums when it’s over something ridiculous like he wouldn’t let them pull their siblings hair or eat something gross off the floor and he doesn’t know how to deal with them. he doesn’t want to get to firm and scare them and he doesn’t want to give into such ridiculous things so he would kinda back away and look at you for help

• his kids would 1000% get his accent

• loves to lift them up with his arms, whooshing them around like they are a super hero

• has tea parties with his kids and their stuffed animals on a regular basis

• such a big softie for his children/child are you kidding me

• his children/kid use him as like a jungle gym and are usually hanging off his arms

• would never tell them what he does for work and when they ask he would just say ‘work’

i would give any of these men children or all of them

let me know if you have any feedback!!

[pixiesndberries]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 141 — 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

CONTENTS : calling them while being drunk at 3:00 am.

CHARACTERS : captain price, soap, ghost, and gaz.

WARNING : none just on crack lmaoaoa 😭

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i need to think about this million times, and it took me million times to have a motivation also (i do nsfw..for the one who wanted to request *wink* *wink*) 😇

JOHN PRICE :

— lad is sleeping peacefully after a long rest after a tough mission, his nokia went ringing like hell and literally thought the fire alarm went BRAHHH. Old man was flabbergasted and looks like having an heart attack at 3:00 am.

DAD MODE 100 % he would actually think about it for a moment whether he would pick you up or not because he's unsure what things about to happen. Would be worried for a moment since your friends took over in the phone to help you make him pick you up.

WOULD 100 % NAG AT YOU IN THE CAR. I SAID WHAT I SAID 🗣️‼️ and it made the whole ride like this.

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"price i think i will puke the cheerios i ate." you laugh with little hiccups while he was driving stressed while wearing his pajamas on. "hey hey, dont ya' fookin' open that damn window!" he says pulling you away while driving with one hand literally jamming in the whole rode as tokyo drift plays in the car radio.

SOAP :

— i feel like he's either the one calling you or he is with you 😭 ok but like let's stick with this scenario with him. He was having a nice sleep of course, and ik he snores like this IM SORRY LMAO and his phone started ringing like hell and he went crazy thinking it was the fire alarm.

he would pretend to act like he hates you for not inviting him to drink with you as he was getting ready to leave to pick you up; he's trying to stay in contact with you because first of all you are heavily drunk and just very very late so it's not THAT safe for you so he tried his best to keep in contact with you until he arrives.

He almost crash the car tbh and he almost hit a deer 😇.

;

"really not invitin' me? i feel offended." he chuckles teasing your drunk ass, "it's not like that!" you whine nudging him thinking he's actually mad at you. "do you hate me?" you asked looking at him like you were about to cry or something, "yes." "fuck you." "nope you're drunk." (the whole ride is just on crack tbh)

GHOST :

— MY MAN IS TRYING TO HAVE A REST ONCE FOR HIS LIFE 😭 (please let this man have a vacay) yet you were there, just as he feels like he's sleeping (ik damn that felt good for him) when suddenly HIS PHONE STARTED TO RING. Bro was ready to pull the trigger, but he took a deep breath; at first he never wanted to answer the phone but when he saw those messages that was typed by your friends saying that you need a ride home because you are heavily drunk. Okay for a moment he think about it he was like, if i pick this motherfucker up is there a benefit? okay what if something happens to them then it's my fault?

WHEN HE PICKED YOU UP HE HAS HIS BALACLAVA ON AND YOU WERE SO DRUNK THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING KIDNAPPED 😭‼️ and you were like asking for help and shit and he's just there continues to drive wishing he just made a better decision to burn his phone down. seriously.

after like a whole ass minute you finally shut up and just watch him drive silently 😞 and of course he was like "finally."

;

you were watching him drive silently when the car suddenly passed by your favourite fast food chain making you quickly go feral like hell, "I WANT A BITE PLEASE." you say as you keep pulling his shirt trying to make him stop driving, "no." he says as he just continues to drive tiredly, MAN WAS SO DONE. "please mr kidnapper 😭" "lord help me."

GAZ :

— like soap he was sleeping peacefully and snores like mimimimimi 😇💕 when you called and says that you needed a ride home because you were drunk (you tried insisting that you are not THAT drunk 😭) bro was worried so he was like okay sure so he didn't hesitate but to pick you up even though he still felt sleepy. He really cares for you so he really don't mind.

when he picked you up he helped you going inside the car, putting the car seat on a comfortable position; YOU ARE TREATED LIKE A ROYAL 🗣️‼️ You were mumbling and talking about some topics he doesn't know but continues to listen because he knows you are heavily drunk and you barely know what's happening.

HE'S THE TYPE OF GUY YOUR PARENTS WOULD TRUST FR ‼️

;

"-and and this guy came up on me and like hey shawty you need some good dicking there? And i was like fuck you dude!" you continue to babble even though it looks like you were already getting pulled by your sleep making Gaz laugh, "hey that's actually creepy thank god you went away from him." he says calmly as he continues to drive, "yeah yeah- and- and-"

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[qtboni]

hi AGAIN.

ugh i cant get out of your fucking page. its like i live here like a rat

im back, hi, have another req bc i just thought of it and needed it in my veins.

how about some comfort from fatherfigure!price? like reader is sad kinda and he helps? maybe reader "accidentally" calls him dad, nothing to /srs

(im mentally okay i swear😭)

idk if you even do price tbh, i haven't seen it on your page tho

anyways i needed to write this somewhere or ill forget and like wither away into nothing or sum shit

im being dramatic. i think.

okay thats it bye bye dearest boni.

(sorry im constently blowing up your asks😭😭)

HAI LOVIE !! THIS WAS SO FUNNY TO WRITE AGHSHS ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LOMG OMG.

╰﹒ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐃 𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 ?

PAIRING: Captain 'John' Price X Reader

C/W: comfort & humor! + gn!reader, explicit words, price playin' wit chu, somebody ate your cake (it was soap don't tell him tho /hj)

W/C: 1.3k

"What's got you looking so down today, sergeant?" Captain Price asked in his usual stern voice as he entered the living room, noticing the dejected look on your face.

You had been sitting on the sofa for hours now, cleaning your holster and moping around. He approached you with a glass of water in hand.

"Somebody ate my cake," you slowly replied, your voice heavy with emotion. You didn't usually get sad over such small things, but today, you feel so tired.

"Are you telling me that you're this upset over a slice of cake?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. Captain Price raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised to hear something like that coming from you.

"I guess I am," you said, your voice barely audible. You shrugged and looked down at your holster, not wanting to admit to being such a crybaby. "I was saving it for this specific rest day to ... indulge myself with sweets.."

Captain Price's expression softened as he placed the glass of water down next to you. He sat down on the sofa next to you and put an arm around your shoulders.

"Listen, sergeant," he said in a comforting tone, "It's okay to be upset about something. Everyone has their own quirks and things that are important to them. And in our line of work, we need to be able to deal with any situation and not let little stuff like this get us down."

"Thanks, Cap'," you said, a hint of embarrassment in your voice. You smiled at him, grateful for the reassurance.

"Any time," He replied with a soft smile. He then stood up and left the room, returning a few minutes later with two fairly large cookies, handing it to you. "Here, this should cheer you up."

"No way," You were overjoyed, your face lighting up with a smile.

"Yes way," He replied, playfully eyeing the cookies then to you. "Have it, yeah?"

"Dad, oh my god," You squealed excitedly, taking a bite out of the cookie, savoring the taste of the sweetness and the tenderness. "This is so sweet of you. Thank you so much!"

Oh no. Dad? Did you just call your captain, 'dad'?

Avoiding the embarrassment of calling your captain 'dad' in a moment of vulnerability, you silently prayed that he hadn't heard it. This was going to be awkward, and the thought of having to explain yourself was making you cringe.

Just play it off...

Now as much as Price wants to give you the other cookie for you to eat, he retracted his hand away from your grabby hands, not letting you get one.

"Cap?" Your hands stay levitated, clearly ready to munch on the cookie on your Captain's grip.

Did he caught on?

"Hm?"

You had to think fast. Change the subject before things got too awkward!

"Are.. are you going to eat that?"

"Nope."

"Then why- actually no, just- isn't that for me?"

"Correct," He chuckles as he continued dangling the pastry infront of you.

Silence.

You stared at him incredulously, your hand visibly itching to just pounce on the cookie and munch on it.

What was your captain doing?

"See, the funny thing is, kid," He trailed off as he waves the cookie back and forth with his hand up in the air. He smirks when your eyes followed the cookie's movement. "I haven't thought much of being a father."

Shit. Play it off...

You hummed in confusion, tilting your head in curiosity.

Where was he going with this? And also, can he just give you the cookie? After all, he gave it to you, right?

Just give me the cookie, dammit.

"Let alone..." He paused and looked at you in the eyes. Shit. "Someone calling me one, aye?"

You feel like you could sink into the ground and vanish from existence. The embarrassment was too much to bear!

"...Who?"

Bye.

Captain Price chuckles at you, "Don't play dumb on me now, sergeant."

Your mind is racing, trying to think of something to say. You stuttered a reply, "I- Capta-"

But before you know it, he interrupts your thoughts with his sharp wit.

"Oh? It was 'Dad' a second ago, wasn't it?" He retorded with a proud smirk playing across his lips, looking at you with an air of amusement and teasing. He knows exactly what to say to get under your skin and he's not afraid to use it to his advantage.

It's clear that he wants an answer, but all you can do is sputter a few incoherent words before retreating back into your shell. You feel a mix of embarrassment and frustration, wishing you could come up with a clever come-back, but the only thing that's clear right now is that Price has you stumped.

"Sergeant?" He calls out to you teasingly, awaiting for your reply to his question.

"Mhm?" You can feel your ears slowly turning red as your Captain's teasing hits a nerve. You can't seem to quite meet his eyes, instead looking at the ground with an embarrassed blush. You fidget with the straps of your holster, unable to quite figure out how to respond.

"Wasn't it 'Dad' a second ago?" Captain Price repeated as he raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a mix of amusement and confusion.

You blush in embarrassment as you realize he wouldn't let you get off easily withyour slip-up. You look down at the ground.

"I'm sorry, sir," You quickly clear your throat, hoping to regain your composure. Still unable to break your gaze from the floor, you mutter, "It won't happen again."

Suddenly, the cookie appeared in your line of vision that was still situated at the ground. You heard your captain sigh and tutted, drawing your attention back to him.

The cookie! The cookie?

He held the cookie out to you, a small smile playing on his lips as he waited for you to accept it. You were initially taken aback, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude toward your captain.

"Didn't ask for an apology, kid," He said with a playful frown, seemingly amused by the situation. He took your hand and placed the cookie on it, his gaze locking onto yours. "Was just surprised is all, hm?"

"Still," You cleared you throat as straightened your posture and looked up at him, albeit still feeling the sting of embarrassment. "It's my bad."

"Mhm," He hummed softly and raised his hand up to your head. He gently pats your head affectionately, yet his hand ruffled your hair, leaving it disheveled. "Whatever floats your boat, kid."

The soft pat on your head sends shivers down your spine, and you give him a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Cap', again." You beemed up with a smile, raising the cookie to his vision.

He gives a small nod before turning to leave, leaving you with a sense of warmth and contentment that stays with you long after he's gone. You watch as he offered a small wave goodbye and you respond the same, feeling a sense of gratitude for his kindnesses and understanding.

You were about to take a bite out of the delicious cookie he had given you. But just as you were about to revel in the sweet taste, you heard his voice once more calling out to you and startling you.

Turning around, you saw him standing there infront of the doorway, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he continued to speak.

"Though," he began, his voice low but full of laughter spilling through, "The cake's delicious, kid. Would have it again, 10 out of 10," he finished with a wink, and you couldn't help but gape at his leaving form.

What.

"Motherfuc-"

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[dhampiravidi]

a beginner’s guide to the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II Fandom (most of it)

Captain John Price: den dad. He’s got the moustache to prove it. Nikolai is his Russian pilot BF.

Ghost’s real name is Simon Riley. Some say he’s blonde, some dark-haired. Feel free to choose a side. Feel free to ship him w/anyone you want (Soap, Roach, or Gaz in any combo). Just understand that he is the scariest babygirl. Very tall, very stabby, very masked unless he wants to make you his husband.

Laswell: den aunt (not mom just bc she’s not around as much). Friends w/Price. She can get him to do anything. She’s married to some lucky woman (IDK if this is canon but good for her).

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish: is a chaotic team w/Gaz & Roach. They pull pranks, gossip & man the group chat which is full of memes. Soap is very proud of his Scottish heritage (so are we!). He’s looking respectfully at Ghost’s butt. He loves blowing things up & he craves words of affirmation.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: Price’s informally adopted son. Price likes to think he’s responsible & tbh he is until someone is needed to film Soap & Roach’s antics. He’s just trying to live his life but the love lives of everyone leave him exasperated (hard to keep up).

Gary “Roach” Sanderson: precious smol bby.

König: another precious bby. He’s just taller than everyone, by MUCH (pretty sure he’s like 6’7” based on pictures). His sniper hood is a shirt w/holes. He occasionally knocks over things & gets embarrassed but no one is mad. He uses his lil Austrian puns/sayings & everyone is confused (they just like that he sounds happy).

Phillip Graves: fucking asshole. He’s only a “good guy” in fics so the guys can prank him, or so Ghost can scare the shit out of him, or so someone can fuck him in some kind of consensual frenemy hatesex fic.

Farah Ahmed Karim: badass rebel woman who needs no one (which sucks I guess because the squad loves her). Also Alex probably has a crush on her. Bonus: she’s voiced by an actress from The Boys.

Alex Keller: the nice American guy! He definitely holds his own, even though he’s usually the one who doesn’t get the joke in fanfics. Most ship him with Farah & Gaz in a lovely trio.

Alejandro Vargas: sexy Spanish speaking dude who helps the 141 in combat & love issues. He’s dating Rudy.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra: also speaks Spanish. He’s dating Alejandro, who he’s known since forever.

[starandcloud]

The COD boys correcting someone on your pronouns + Farah and Valeria

TW: There is some transphobia in it but I'll be honest I'm using this as a way to cope with what was said to me the other day-

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He wouldn't say anything at first, he'd be confused on why the other soldier was repeatedly calling you a "She"

He'd glance over at you and see you mild discomfort and turn his attention back to the other soldier

"And She-" "He."

Simon corrected cutting the other soldier off, who completely disreguarded his words.

"She said-" "He said."

This back and forth correcting got the soldier flustered and annoyed, which made the corners of Simon's lips ever so slightly twist up as he noticed it.

Simon was faintly aware of your relaxation once you realized he had your back

John "Soap" MacTavish

IMMEDIATELY got on their ass when he overheard them misgendering you

"So he said that-" "I'm pretty sure she prefers to be referred to as a she."

Johnny cut them off much to the annoyance of the other soldier.

"Anyways he-"

"She. I'd like it if you respected Her pronouns."

The solider repeatedly misgendered you, which really did upset Soap. You were a good friend of his and he wasn't going to just let them do this. How would you react knowing someone was doing this?

You hadn't even known it was going on, so when you walked in to Soap "calmly" talking to the soldier. You were... concerned.

"Nothin' to worry about lass. Come on, lets go."

Soap would lead you out of the room, his typically happy and energetic personality returning. Which really did make you forget what had just happened.

John Price

Calm angry.

He'd listen to you be misgendered for a while before interfering.

"Now. I'm not saying you all are low-lives. But. It takes a special kind of stupid. To repeatedly misgender them. Now. If you could stop that. It'd be great."

He used that protective dad tone, and it made all chatter stop.

You were one of his "boys", he wouldn't stand around and let you get disrespected like that.

"Hey Captain... Oh is this a bad time?"

You had asked, when you walked in on his scolding the other soldiers.

"No, of course not. What do you need Kid?"

He asked, turning his attention to you. As soon as you had the paperwork sorted out with him, he shoo'd you away before returning his attention to the group.

"See? They are doing their job and they're doing it great. Respect their pronouns, or you'll all be doing laundry until the end of the deployment."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

More passive than aggressive tbh

Made subtle hints that they were using the wrong pronouns

"I know right? She did great!"

"They're an amazing person!"

"She's a good friend."

"I'd die for them."

"I love her so much"

However, no matter how many times he subtly hinted at the pronouns they kept using the wrong ones. He was convinced it was him who was using the wrong pronouns. So he decided to just flatout ask you.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?

You heard a shaky breath come from him and you turned to look at him, you had been doing the dishes so your arms were soap covered and soaked.

"Gaz?"

You asked, drying your hands as you stepped towards him.

"What're your pronouns?"

The question caught you off guard and you stared at him for a minute your laughter bubbled out of your chest, making him look up at you.

"I'm not laughing at you, I swear I'm not Kyle"

You said as he firmly grabbed your upper arms and stared into your eyes.

"Y/N... Please..."

"They haven't changed Kyle, I'm still a She/They. Why do you ask?"

The look of relief that washed over his face made you worry.

"Everyone had been calling you by him and I thought I was using the wrong ones and I was worried that-"

You pressed a soapy finger to his lips as you smiled softly.

"Kyle?"

"Hm?"

"Shut up"

"Mhm"

Konig

He has massive social anxiety, so he wouldn't speak up at first. But god damn would he make their lives difficult.

Just finished dishes and went to go report? There's more.

Cleaning all the floors? He'll walk across the freshly mopped floor with muddy boots

Needed to be in full uniform? One of their socks are missing.

He'd be a menace to society until he overheard another conversation.

"Yeah Y/N? He's such a bitch. He can never do the damn dishes right. Be a man for gods sake."

Now... Konig is a reasonable man. He is patient and can be polite. HOWEVER, his hard line is you. You are his partner, he'd do anything for you.

So, in the spur of the moment, he spoke up.

"Her pronouns are She/Her please respect her decision."

Alejandro

Very calm about it at first, thinks it's just a misunderstanding.

"Yeah! And she said that-" "Excuse me? Ellos prefers to be addressed using They/Them pronouns."

He was very polite until he realized that is was a reoccurring problem, then he became less and less polite.

"For the last time. Y/N prefers They/Them pronouns. Dios, ¿no lo entiendes?" (God do you not understand?)

Still very sweet to you and makes sure you're not pushing yourself to hard.

Rudy

Less polite than Alejandro was

By like a lot

Shit was an immediate shut down.

"He. Is a good soldier. Do not speak ill of him. He could wipe you out and you wouldn't know what happened."

No patience for this bullshit, very low bullshit meter

Graves

INSTANTLY shuts it down

No hesitation

No shits given

"He. Is a great damn soldier and an even better person. If I ever. hear you talking about him like that again. You'll be dead."

He may have been born, and raised, in the south but he's respectful

Alex Keller

He's a massive sweetheart and shuts it down politely.

"Anyways, He-" "She." "He sa-" "She said." "HE SAID THA-" "She said that."

A massive nuisance to whoever it was, he's good at that to be honest

A real sweet heart

Farah

Was definitely confused when you got uncomfortable during a meeting when one of your group members was calling you a "He" in front of you.

She thought it was obvious that you were a girl

You progressively grew more uncomfortable, which did keep distracting Farah.

She listened to your group member speak and as she went to respond she noticed that you were slowly trying to leave.

"Y/N."

Her voice caught you off guard and you kept your eyes down.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"What's the matter."

That's... not what you were expecting.

"Sorry Ma'am?"

"You're trying to leave early. That's not like you. What's the matter."

Her question was more of a demand so you took and unconscious step back.

"Nothing Ma'am I'm just not fee-" "He's being overdramatic, he thinks he's a girl."

You bit your lip and looked away from your commander.

You didn't see the way Farah's face crinkled up in confusion or the way she repeatedly, from a distance, checked over your body, or how she looked at your group members for an explanation.

"She. Is a girl, as far as I'm concerned that is."

Her words caught you off guard as you she walked over and circled you as she let her eyes dance over your body.

"Looks female. Acts Female. Sounds Female. I'm failing to see the confusion here?"

You couldn't help the smile that stretched over your lips as she lovingly, and gently, pushed you.

Your groupmate looked pissed that they had been told off but there was nothing they could do

"Now that that's taken care of..."

Valeria

The two of you were peacefully watching a movie as people went in and out of the room.

"Hey! {deadname}!"

Hearing your deadname made you physically stop and cringe. The piece of popcorn you were holding seemed to be permanently stuck in front of your lips.

"Who's that?"

Valeria asked, being uncertain of whether she meant the person calling your deadname or your deadname. You shrugged and tried to go back to your movie.

"{deadname}? Hey! {deadname}?"

You took a deep breath and slowly turned to face them.

"Yes?"

Your voice had a tinge of sadness in it as you quietly listened to what they were saying.

You hadn't noticed Valeria turning and propping her elbow on the back of the couch. She picked up on how uncomfortable you were and cut into the conversation.

"Who's {deadname}?"

"Oh it's her."

They said gesturing to you. You buried your face in your hands as you listened to Valeria and them talk.

"I don't know anyone by that name, sorry. I mean I know Y/N but I didn't know they had any siblings."

That made your head perk up, you looked at Valeria through your fingers and glanced at the other person.

"No she doesn't have any-" "A Primo? Maybe una tía? No? Tío?"

A sly grin crossed Valeria's face as she watched the person become progressively more flustered as they tried to explain it to her. Eventually they gave up and walked off, slowly you returned to your movie. Valeria was still, proudly, smirking as she watched it with you.

"So Y/N huh?" "Shut up, I think it's pretty."

You said as you threw a piece of popcorn at her, bringing a soft chuckle from her as she pulled you closer. Letting your head fall into her lap, her fingers threaded through your hair. Bringing a gentle smile across your lips as you quietly watched the movie, contently in her lap

[moonshinemusings]

This blog *-* Can I have a headcanon for Price ? The ones for Soap and Alejandro are ghgffhh <3

Hello there! I'm really glad you like my blog, thank you! Here are some headcanons about our favourite Captain :)

---

General John Price headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of PTSD, depression (?), smoking, canon typical violence

A/N: This turns pretty grim by the end, but I hope you still like it!

• This man watches football whenever he can and he's been at matches quite a lot in his life. He took Gaz with him a few times, even Laswell once

• Sometimes he snores like a dad and Gaz needed several days to get used to the sound in order to sleep when they started working together

• Tells horrible dad jokes all the time and he knows most of the guys hate them, but won't stop

• Coughs like his lungs will collapse but somehow he's healthy

• His knee always crunches like it's about to break

• He's mostly unperturbed by all the carnage and violence by now, but he saw a baby being born once and almost fainted and threw up

• In full honesty he doesn't mind cheaper cigars, but he likes to fuck with everyone by acting like he hates them

• The smell of the smoke on his breath/clothes is really noteable but he doesn't care

• Has a high alcohol tolerance. The only way you will know if he's getting tipsy is by noticing the subtle change in his accent to deeper and more slurred words. If somehow he's really gone, then you will know by the little red tints on his cheeks (which are mostly hidden by his facial hair, but you can see it up close)

• Not an early bird. He tends to be grumpy in the mornings, but if you give him coffee it's gonna be fine

• Which reminds me: his preferred drink will always be a good whiskey, but he usually downs anything he has to (coffee, tea, those horrible protein shakes, vitamin mixes and so on)

• Occasionally reads, mostly classics or novels

• Prefers salty food over sweet

• The secret of the facial hair? Patience and genuine care about his appearance. He shaves for like an hour every time because he doesn't want to ruin his mustache/beard (Alex is the same damn way I swear)

• He likes jazz music and 80's rock. Sometimes he blasts those horrendous English raps too because he knows the others hate it (sorry if I insulted anyone lol)

• Thinks pineapple on pizza is hideous (Soap loves it lol)

• He's had so many broken bones in his life, he has no idea if there is any in his body that he didn't destroy at least once yet

• He doesn't really like action/military based movies because of the unnecessary violence in them. They remind him of things he doesn't want to remember too much. He'd rather watch shitty romantic movies or even comedies, but he won't be caught dead while laughing at them. He also tends to laugh while watching horror movies, but the heavy gore can remind him of bad memories

• He doesn't care about social media or any of that stuff really. Sometimes Gaz shows him stuff like cat videos because he loves them. Everything he knows he got it from Kyle tbh

• He has no fashion sense whatsoever. Outside of work he either looks like a dad on vacation, or still wears too much stuff similar to his gear that he seems to be going back to work in 10 minutes

• He likes fuzzy socks btw

• Adores big dogs, he can just wrestle with them and when they lay on him it makes him feel centered and comfortable thanks to their weight

• Unreasonably good at poker and he has the highest record with like 2 wins behind Laswell (who he just can't beat)

• He can handcraft a bunch of stuff if you give him a piece of wood and a knife. He made little figures for Gaz and the guy kept them as lucky charms over the years

• He doesn't fuss around too much about food and he's not picky. Whatever he gets, he gets, and that's fine by him (he used to live off worst stuff anyways). He loves meat though, a nice steak always puts him in a good mood. Also probably makes mean bbq

• Drinks beverages like orange juice or even milk straight out of the carton

• He's a man who always keeps his promises. Not one to lie or feed half truths, he always straight up says everything he has to

• Has a collection of weird/dumb looking beanies he has received over the years from his team

• He met Kate's wife once and she made him feel like family in the best way possible. He was glad his best friend had such a great person in their life that they could go home to

• Very protective of his men. He has lost too many friends and doesn't want to lose anyone else

• His biggest fear is ending up alone, watching everyone he loves die

• Every man he has lost weights heavy on his shoulders. He remembers their faces, but not all their names which makes him feel even more guilty

• Tends to bottle up his emotions and act like everything is fine. Sometimes he breaks down seemingly out of nowhere, but only when he's alone

• Kate is his closest friend and when it gets really bad, she's the one he seeks out

• He has occasional nightmares just like everyone else, but feels like he's dealing well with them (mostly he does)

• He has a watch he got from Soap as a birthday gift once. He only wears it outside of work because it's too important for him to get it damaged in any way

• He rarely has free time or time away from work, but he gets the most out of it. He has a few safe houses, but prefers to spend his time in one in particular because it has all his personal belongings he has left

• At first he thought the "you're everyone's father" was a joke, but then he realized how genuinely they meant that and he kind of broke down. He didn't think he deserved that amount of deep affection and what came with a title such as that, but it made him feel unexplainably happy at the same time

• He's not sure if he ever wants a family. He knows the military is his life and would never leave it behind, unless he has to retire because he can't keep up anymore (even then, only if they force him). The idea of having someone who loves him waiting at home brings warmth to his chest, but he's not sure if he deserves it. He doesn't want to taint anyone with his hands that hold so much blood on them

[spookiboogi]

Same

[xenaaaa04]

MW2 Headcannons

Random things I think the different characters do or are. Charakter x f* Reader

Warnings: cussing

Genre: fluff? I don’t fucking know tbh

This isn’t proof read so please excuse some spelling mistakes.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

While grocery shopping he’ll just trail after you with the cart and wait for you to put the different items in it. When you arrive at home he won’t let you carry the heavy things out of the car.

He wakes up way earlier than you so when you wake up breakfast is probably already done and ready for you to eat.

Every week the 141 comes over to spend a little time with their beloved Lt and he insists that you stay with them and have a little chat

He tends to show affection in small gestures around the house, like vacuuming ironing the clothes and stuff like that.

I firmly believe his second love langue is quality time, so while you’re reading or just sitting scrolling through social media he’ll sit next to your with his arm draped over your shoulder and he’ll watch the news or read a book of his own

Sometimes he has to finish paperwork while he’s home so he’ll adjust to your schedule and while you are at work or working from home he’ll do his things too so that he can enjoy his time with you without being interrupted by work.

He likes all of you but if he had to choose def thighs.

König

He is clingy as fuck. And you don’t do much about it due to him being away so often for so long you savor the time he spends with you.

He doesn’t go out unless it’s with you or it’s a emergency due to his social anxiety.

König loves to lay on top of you but the first time he did so he was scared he’d crush you with his body weight

You guys have a shower he mounted to the wall but due to the size difference he installed a bit too high up so now every time you turn the massage water nozzles on the water flies directly above your head and gets the whole bathroom soaking wet.

He doesn’t have a lot of friends and neither do you so he just relies on you and his teammates.

He loves seeing you in his clothes so sometimes he hides some of your hoodies or shirts. Maybe even your joggers.

He’s a ass guy.

John “Soap” Mactavish

He’s the more out going one. He has to basically drag you out the house when there’s a family reunion or a meeting with friends.

Has a habit of stealing your socks and stretching them out so they don’t fit you anymore.

Hates, when I say hates I mean he fucking wants to fucking puke every time he smells garlic. Makes him so uncomfortable that when you are grocery shopping he doesn’t let you put the garlic in the cart and when he does let you, he’ll take it out the second you turn your back to get something else

The night he comes home he’ll take a shower and then lay down on top of you and passes out immediately.

He’s a boobs guy. Loves to hurry his face between them when you cuddle.

Brags about you to random dudes at the bar when he’s out drinking. +When you get called to pick him up he’ll shout at the top of his lungs that he has the most beautiful and hot girlfriend ever and that he’ll fight whoever thinks other wise.

He has a keychain where a picture of you is engraved on one side and then your number and birthday are engraved on the other side so when he loses them they call you because he’s out of town so often.

Captain John Prices

He doesn’t encourage smoking but if you already did when you met he definitely offers you cigarettes.

Once for his birthday you got him a box of his favorite cigars and he keeps them in his office at base so every time he misses you he smokes one of them. + he genuinely believes they taste better than the others.

Loves to give you massages more than receive them for some reason. But when he does receive them (from you and only you) he melts in your hands like a popsicle in summer weather

141 sees him as a “dad” and soap jokingly called you “mom” once just to tease price a little bit.

He’s a firm believer that everything you make him for food and drinks tastes a million times better than store bought food.

He’s really good with kids.

A firm believer that rapists and pedophiles deserve to be kicked in the balls so hard they won’t be able to get kids. Just like the rest of the 141.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

He went to at barber and that guy fucked up his hair so bad that he let you cut it and ever since then you’ve cut his hair.

When someone asks him “ boobs or ass” he’ll say personality but actually means boobs because he thinks of them as portable pillows.

Has drunk fought with soap over whose girlfriend makes better lasagna and at some point König interrupted said and I quote “My mom makes better lasagne than either of them.” Making the two men shut up and burst out laughing

Places a bet everyday with soap about how often König is going to bump his head on random things (he hasn’t won a single time yet)

I have a feeling he’s the more talkative one.

Freaks out every time he sees roaches. Soap sends you videos of his freaking out because he saw a roach.

Never thought he’ll get a girlfriend due to his job.

[random0lover]

Requests Are Open!!

For the love of god please put your age in your bio or in a pinned post. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF I CANT TELL HOW OLD YOU ARE. Also in the end of it all, you are responsible for your own media consumption. If you decide to go around warnings that is your own choice. Thank you.💞 Also, my blog is a safe space! If anyone need’s to vent or just wants someone to talk to my dm’s are always open. <3

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} Things About Me

- I’m 19

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- I sometimes go by Kat (open to nicknames tbh)

- I’m short enough that I have to climb onto counters to reach the top shelf (fml)

- Scorpio

- INFJ

- if I’m outside you’ll often find me staring at the sky whether it’s day or night

- I mainly write for fun but would love to maybe pursue it as a career one day

- I’m happiest when it’s raining outside and I can just curl up with a good book with a cup of hot chocolate or coffee <3

- I’m part of multiple fandoms so you’ll find reblogs (and maybe a few of my own writings) of all sorts here :)

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} Masterlist

Key for works

Fluff = ✨

Light Smut = ☀️

Smut = 🔥

Smut with hard kinks = 🔥💥

This includes CNC (CONSENSUAL non-consent), intense bondage, knife play, gun play, pet play, intense impact play, fear play. I think that’s it but more may be added.

Angst = 🌪️

No Comfort = 🥀

Fem!reader = 🌩️

GN!reader = 🌨️

AFAB!reader = ❄️

No Reader Insert = 🍄

• Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

🌩️☀️✨] A Day for First’s and Adding A Second

- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x wife fem!reader, slight NSFW, established relationship, pregnancy mentioned, you and Simon have a son, fluff

🌨️🌪️✨] TF141 x gn!reader That Was a Military Kid

-Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, angst, fluff, reader is mean and dealing with a lot emotionally, talk of parental death, established relationship, Simon is understanding and caring

-mini series-🌪️🥀🌨️] Open Wounds and War Paint

- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, Angst/No Comfort, blood, reader death(?)

-part 2- 🌪️🥀🌨️] Her Past is Their torture

- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, Angst/No Comfort (yet), nothing to serious for this part but make sure to read warnings

• Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

❄️✨] Johnny Mactavish Head Canon’s - dad edition (kinda)

- John ‘soap’ Mactavish x afab!reader, SFW, marriage, pregnancy, fluff

🌨️✨] Hot Chocolate & Hoodies

- John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x GN!reader, SFW, Fluff

•Captain John Price

❄️✨]John Price Head Canon’s - dad edition (kinda)

-John Price x afab!reader, SFW, marriage, pregnancy, fluff

🌨️✨]Captain John Price Head Canon’s- SO that has Tourette’s Syndrome

-John Price x GN!reader, SFW, reader has Tourette’s Syndrome, John is supportive, fluff

🌨️🌪️✨]TF141 x gn!reader That Was a Military Kid

-John Price x GN!reader, SFW, angst, comfort, reader is emotionally dealing with a lot, established relationship, John’s a sweetheart, talk of parental death

• Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

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🍄✨]Bar/pub owners!141, Los Vaqueros, König, and Kate Laswell Head Canon’s

-SFW, fluff, alcohol mentioned, drunk people mentioned, harassment mentioned, ghostsoap mentioned one time, blood mentioned once

} Random One-Shots

These will be anywhere between 1,000 to 1,500 words

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-Male!dom x GN!reader, Smut, NSFW

} Things I absolutely refuse to write

Be aware of clicking the words in purple. The links lead to possibly NSFW things or topics that may be triggering for some.

- Watersports (what is this?) (not judging just not my thing)

- Pedophilia 😡

- Scatophilia (what is this?) (not judging just not my thing)

-Cannibalism (only time you would probably ever see this is if I’m writing an apocalypse fic but it would not be an important part of it)

-anything involving dead bodies or animals (I mean this in a sexual manner (like kinks people have) as this is absolutely disgusting and horrible)

} Things I’m not exactly comfortable writing

This is not to offend anyone as I would never judge anyone for their kinks! This is me just trying to set some personal boundaries <3

- age play

I have nothing against age play (as long as everyone is playing a legal age). I went through some childhood trauma that makes writing it hard and I would prefer not to write it for my own mental health <3

-CBT (what is this?)

Once again nothing against anyone that enjoys this! It’s just really not my cup of tea and I don’t want to offend anyone or spread any misinformation by writing it incorrectly!

-Tentacles

I myself have read a few fics like this but I don’t ever really see myself writing it. I don’t frequent in erotica like that so I really wouldn’t know what the hell I would be doing 😅

-Electro stimulation (what is this?)

Honestly never heard of it until I started looking into different kind of kinks. It’s definitely an interesting one but not something I could see myself writing.

} A Small Warning

I reblog and not very often but sometimes vent about sensitive topics. This can range from SA (what is this?), Abuse may come up at times (mainly mental and emotional), Childhood Trauma can often come up even if I do not go into detail, and things that probably piss me off or make me angry.

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Top 10 Character Essence

It's tag game time again!

@tabswrites and @hollyannewrites challenged (and I do mean challenged) me to name my top ten characters "decided by their essence or meaning to you."

  A challenge to give your Top 10 favourite characters, based on their ESSENCE. They have to be favourite characters that also have a deeper literary value, where you enjoy their specific role in the story, and this means that the list also should exclude characters that would normally count as favourites if for purely nostalgic reasons. They can be from film, tv, or written media, anything.

Thank you! I hope I fulfilled the challenge the way it was meant to be fulfilled!

Although TBH, I can't believe I'm even attempting to tackle this. I have to choose only 10? I think it goes without saying this list is not exhaustive, nor does it represent all of my favorite books/movies/media. I really did try to capture the question by focusing on "essence and meaning" (including how they've influenced my own writing and not just "random characters I like." I also have to attempt not to write an essay for each because we don't want to be here all night.

Charlotte Doyle (The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle by Avi) Rich girl in the early 1800s gets on a ship with a mutinous crew and an evil captain, joins the crew, defeats the captain using only her wits, miraculously makes it home, AND THEN DECIDES TO GO BACK TO SEA AND BECOME A SAILOR. I read this all in one sitting one night when I was about 15 (after avoiding it because I thought it looked boring) and then literally decided to reshape my entire life based on it (I'm not kidding). Yes, I actually took up sailing. Also, there's a hot sailor that she obviously has chemistry with but it's left unresolved, and no one has ever written a future fic about it to my knowledge, and that's a CRIME. So yeah, step right up.

John Bender (The Breakfast Club) He's not just the original '80s bad boy with a Dark and Troubled Past, but what most people forget about him is that he's also hilarious. It's a rare combination. Honorary mention to his love interest, Claire, and not just because of her name.

Fantine (Les Miserables by Victor Hugo) - Mostly the book version of her, though she obviously has a showstopping number in the musical as well. She was the sad, angsty character I needed during the most sad, angsty period of my life. She was a poor, lonely urchin who found fleeting love and happiness in the spring, got abandoned and pregnant in the winter -- and it only got worse from there. Also, apropos of nothing, at one point, I wrote a short story featuring a dog by the same name -- who, um, died.

The Artful Dodger/Dodger (Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens/Oliver & Company) - I'm including both the human version and the dog version of this character because I love them both (though I actually prefer the Disney movie, lol). They're both thieves with devil-may-care attitudes, with soft spots for those more vulnerable than themselves. Plus, the dog version is Billy Joel, wears sunglasses, and plays piano with his tail, which -- I don't care what anyone says -- will never not be cool.

Satine (Moulin Rouge) - She was the beautiful, sparkling, singing, dancing tragic sex goddess I so badly wanted to be. So much so that as recently as five years ago when I reluctantly dressed up for a Halloween party, I chose her silver-dress-and-top-hat ensemble.

Rick Blaine (Casablanca) The most endlessly quotable character from one of the most endlessly quotable and romantic movies of all time. He sticks his neck out for no one. Except, oops, wait, he does. The OG Hollywood antihero with a Dark and Troubled -- whatever, you know the drill. Plus, he's also my dad's favorite character in his favorite movie (and I discovered it because of him), and so this pick has sentimental meaning for me.

Leah Price (The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver) - When we read this book in high school, she was the least popular character, probably due to her unwavering love and support for her dad, even though he was a singular-focused religious zealot who destroyed his entire family by dragging them into the African jungle in an ill-thought-out missionary trip. And then she married a guy with some of the same qualities (but he was better, thankfully). But for whatever weird reason, I related to her most. Anyway, for class, I wrote and tried to perform a monologue where I played her but forgot 90 percent of my lines. Oh well.

Mary Lennox (The Secret Garden by France Hodgson Burnett, I found the movie version fairly meh) There were a lot of spunky, iconic childhood book heroines to choose from, but she was Mary, Mary Quite Contrary, and so I choose her. (I got told to "smile" a lot as a kid). Also, as I mentioned in a previous post, I was a Mary/Dickon shipper before I even knew what shipping meant.

Neal Caffrey (White Collar) - Does anyone remember this show? I have no attention span for TV, and this is probably the last scripted show I remember watching every episode of during its original run, which is saying something. Everything I know about being a con artist (in fiction, lol) I learned from this charming, charismatic art-forger-turned-FBI-consultant. I think he also has the honor of being the subject of the first actual fanfic I ever wrote.

Iris Chase Griffin (The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood) I also had to pick one character of my favorite author, so Iris gets the crown. She starts off the story as an old lady looking back to when she was forced to marry some rich asshole instead of the science fiction writer (with a past that was -- wait for it -- Dark and Troubled) who BOTH she and her sister loved, and meanwhile, her sister became a writer and when she died it was discovered that -- oh, just read the goddamn book, I won't spoil it for you here.

Honorable mentions, in no particular order:

Violet Westing (The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin)

Jack Kelly (Newsies the movie, NOT the stage musical)

Turonga Leela (Futurama)

Vicky Austin (The Austins by Madeleine L'Engle)

Jack Dawson and Rose Dewitt-Bukater (Titanic) I can't decide between them, so they're getting an HM.

Palaestrio and Milphidippa (Miles Gloriosus by Plautus) Same as above.

Michael Furey (The Dead by James Joyce) Who is, in fact, dead throughout the story -- but being alive wasn't one of the requirements.

I wish I could include a Star Wars character, but could never decide, so let's say, oh, all of them, except that one you hate.

In case the following people want to do what I did and spend several WEEKS on this fascinating but life-ruining (in a good way) tag game: @mysticstarlightduck @enne-uni @kixngiggles @obviousknife + OPEN TAG because you don't even have to be a writer for this one, so I'd be interested in hearing from anybody who wants to chime in!

[themadmanandhisbox]

Top ten fave characters

I was tagged by @namesonboats, thank you!

Rules: List your favorite character from 10 different fandoms then tag ten people.

Oof this will be tough. Most fandoms I have multiple favorite characters but I’ll give this a shot.

Star Wars: This is an incredibly tough one. If you’ve played Jedi Fallen Order you know how amazing Cal Kestis & Nightsister Merrin and they quickly became one of my favorite ships. But if I had to choose only one character from the universe it would be Din Djarin/The Mandalorian. His character is just so badass and awesome and goes on forever. Watching his character development over the 16 episodes as he becomes a father to Grogu. I could be here for a month with all the reasons Din is amazing so I’ll just leave it short here.

Naruto: This is another tough one but Minato Namikaze has always been my favorite character. Dude was such a gentle badass. In the Ninja World where leaving your friends to die instead of saving them to complete the mission was what you were suppose to do, and The White Fang was dishonored after choosing his comrades over the mission, Minato was so badass during the Third Great Ninja War that all the other nations had flee on sight orders if you saw him. He killed a thousand ninja in the blink of an eye and then was back home in an apron cleaning dishes for Kushina. Absolute badass. Getting to see him with Naruto during the 4th Great Ninja War was so great.

ATLA: Ugh so tough. It really comes down to Sokka and Azula for me which isn’t surprising since Sokkla is my OTP. But I think if I had to choose just one it’d be Sokka. So much of who he is as a goofy, smart, kind hearted, intelligent dumbass, is who I’ve been/tried to be in my life. I relate to both Sokka and Azula which is why I love them both so much and this answer could vary from day to day tbh.

Mass Effect: Liara T’soni. Such a badass awesome character. Every playthrough I tell myself I’m finally going to romance Tali and yet I end up romancing Liara again >.>

Star Trek: Captain Sisko. Sisko was just such a badass powerful character. Picard was the federation poster boy. He was the one Starfleet held up and said “look! Look how well he represents our utopian ideals!!!” which is great and all. But Sisko. Sisko was the man who had to make the hard calls, who had to get his hands dirty and do things that don’t fall into that morally perfect little garden the Federation liked to believe itself to be. He had to make harsh calls, do hard things, to protect utopia. In The Pale Moonlight will forever remain one of the best episodes of Trek and nothing will ever be able to change that.

So… I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover up the crimes of other men. I am an accessory to murder. But most damning of all… I think I can live with it… And if I had to do it all over again… I would. Garak was right about one thing – a guilty conscience is a small price to pay for the safety of the Alpha Quadrant. So I will learn to live with it…Because I can live with it…I can live with it.

 Sisko was a good man making hard choice in a brutal war the likes of which the Federation had never imagined. He had to make the hard calls to protect not only the Federation but the Alpha Quadrant as a whole. As soon as the Dominion had pacified the Federation and Klingons, they would have turned on the Romulans for sure.

Stargate: This is a tough one. Growing up I always admired Samantha Carter. Smart, clever, charming, badass, every bit a warrior as the men. It was inspiring to see a well written female character who was one of the smartest people on Earth, who was compassionate yet firm in her believes, capable of defending herself and her team mates. The Stargate franchise spawned so many great characters but I think if I had to choose one it’d be John Sheppard. A lot of considered him an O’neill lite, and he definitely had a little bit of O’neill to him, but he was different enough and his own character that I really enjoyed watching over the 5 years of Atlantis. His willingness to put his own health and safety aside to rescue his friends and team mates(See S5E01 “Search & Rescue” where despite the fact he’s got internal bleeding and probably a whole litany of other problems, he goes on the rescue mission for Teyla, disobeying a direct order from Sam while also telling her he had more respect for her than any other CO he’d ever served under). It’s that sort of selflessness coupled with his humor, charm, wit, and his ability to come up with clever ideas that leave Rodney frustrated he didn’t think of that, that makes Col. Sheppard my favorite.

SPOP: Catra. Thank you for coming to my TED talk xD

Battlestar Galactica: Lee “Apollo” Adama. This is another tough one like most of my choices, as RDM’s nuBSG had so many amazingly developed, flawed, characters that made them seem like actual, real human beings. But Apollo was my favorite I think. Smart, skilled, compassionate. Strong moral compass... for the most part(we’ll gloss over his affair with Starbuck while married to Dee). I will never not feel bad for him. I think part of him truly did love Dee, just not as much as he loved Kara, and as soon as it looked like he was rekindling the spark with Dee she killed herself. And then they finally find Earth the Second, and it looks like he’s finally going to get to settle down with Kara like he’s always wanted, poof, she’s an Angel and has completed her purpose. Bill is off burying Laura, and he’ll probably never see his dad again. Dude went through so much character growth, so much pain and hurt and ended up alone.

Dragonball: I grew up watching DBZ so it’s always had a soft spot in my heart. And my favorite character has always been a tie between Future Trunks & Vegeta. But I think I’m going to give it to Future Trunks. He was such a badass. His entry was sooooo badass, the way he dismantled Frezia and his father with his sword. When he got back to the future after the Cell Games he wasted no time killing 17 & 18 and then Cell. He was a take no bullshit, don’t fuck around like Vegeta, Goku, and SSJ2 Kid Gohan(All I can think of anymore is Dragonball Z Abridged where Gohan gets so mad at himself for letting his Vegeta show xD) Not to mention kid me for whatever reason was super enamored with his seatbelt buckle style belts he used. Idk why but like 10 year old me thought that was the coolest shit ever.

Teen Titans(the good one not GO): Raven. I always loved Raven and she’s been my favorite TT since I watched the OG show. Her character development throughout the show was amazing. Going from thinking she was too dangerous/weird to love to having friends and a family. Will always be my favorite and it’s not even a contest.

I’m not going to tag anyone in this because but if you see this and want to play, feel free to tag me as having tagged you! Thanks so much again for tagging me!