#captian price fluff

[writingoddess1125]

The Fall Guy

Implied FemReader x John Price

OOC Sons and John Price

Michael 15, Moses 11, Emmey 6

Funny Fluff

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This is a funny little story I've had in the back of the Drafts. Can probably guess exactly were I got this idea from (SAY IT IN COMMENTS IF YOU KNOW- You'll get a cookie 🍪)

John fucked up... He had royally fucked up.

Price stood in the wreckage of what used to be the dining room China Cabinet.. Its far too expensive for Johns taste glory tainted with a massive Football (Soccer Ball) imbeted in the center of the glass paired with the broken window the ball had come from, his three sons Michael, Moses, and Emmey staring at him in stunned silence.

"Alright, lads," John sighed, rubbing his temples. "I’ll be honest with you. I may have miscalculated the power behind that kick."

Moses blinked. "Dad… you put a hole in probably the thing Mom would actually kill you for and the back yard window.."

Emmey hummed and looked to his dad. "Mummy is gonna kill you."

John straightened up, his years of military experience kicking in. "We need a fall guy." He said as he looked right at Michael.

Michael, narrowed his eyes as the teenager crossed his arms. "You want one of us to take the blame?- Aka me"

John exhaled, nodding quickly.

"And I’m willing to make it worth your while." He reached into his wallet, flipping through what bills he had at the moment.

"But Why Me?" Michael Groaned as John looked through his wallet then the bank app on his phone just as fast.

"1. Emmey is 6 and your Mum will know thats a lie- 2. No offense Moses you have a shit kick that couldn't hurt a starved pigeon" John said, Moses jaw dropping in offense at this.

"So Michael you're my fall right now- I only got 6 weeks of leave and I'd really really like to not have your Mum hate me for these 6 weeks... and I'm already gonna have to pay repairs" He damn near begged, in most cases he would have taken this fall- However he had just been on a mission for 5 months and really didn't want to be sexless during his leave.

Silence. Then, Michael smirked. "What you offering?"

John bit his bottom lip in thought as he narrowed his eyes at his oldest spawn.

"200£...and.. a videogame your mother wouldnt approve of"

"Make it 300£ and one get out of jail card for the future and we have a deal- Also if it fails its all on you" Micheal shot back with a mirrored narrowed gaze.

"Done."

As if the universe had done this in perfect time they could hear the sound of your car pulling up to the driveway having just gotten back from a relaxing day out- John immediately grabbed Michael by the shoulders, turning him toward the door like a human shield.

"You’re a good son, Michael, Proud of ya Lad.. Ill send the money through after this" he whispered with a proud nod.

Moses and Emmey winced as Michael was dragged toward the storm as they prepared to tell you like John was pissed by ''Michael's" Mistake himself.

"You think he’ll survive?" Emmey whispered.

Moses shook his head. "Not a chance. But for £300? Totally worth it."

[moody-alcoholic]

Summary: Simon x reader, reader is involved in a bike accident hurt/comfort. 4am not proof read dribbles enjoy.

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Simon was mid briefing when the call from the hospital came through. Normally he would never take a call, but the number rang 3 times. It made something sink in his stomach, something he hadn’t felt in years. 

Asking to leave halfway through the brief was the hardest thing he had to do. He couldn't stay though, not after he heard you’d been in an accident. Everyone understood, Kyle and Johnny were the first to start asking questions but John was the one who offered to drive him to the hospital. 

“Simon.” Price’s hand is on his shoulder, his fingers digging into his skin. “Simon, look at me.” It’s his captain’s voice, it’s his friend. Someone he’s trusted for years. If it wasn’t for him he doesn't think he could have had the patience to wait in the waiting room of London general's A&E. 

“She’s okay. She’s going to be okay.” John says, squeezing his shoulder as Simon’s leg bounces looking over at the doors into the ward. He was told to wait. Wait? No one tells him to wait. Ghost doesn’t wait- he’s not Ghost right now, he’s Simon. Simon Riley. 

“I should have been there.” Simon says, trying to hold the irritation in his voice. He can’t let himself slip, not now, not ever. 

“You can’t be everywhere at once mate.” John says, Simon knows he’s trying to be reassuring.

“Mr. Riley?” A nurse shouts. Simon is on his feet in an instant, the thoughts vanishing from his head, his only image is of you as he walks towards the double doors of the emergency ward. He follows the nurse through until she stops at a bay pulling back the curtain. 

“Simon!” You call your arms reaching out for him. Simon’s heart sinks as he walks over to you. One of your legs is outside the sheets with a cast on it, he can see the broken skin on your arms and head. 

“I’m here love. What happened?” He asks, wrapping his arms around you. 

“There was a roundabout. Someone overtook me and I swerved off the road.” You explain, your voice slurs slightly as you rest back into the bed, Simon reaches down picking up your hand. He sees the IV kissing your palm, tipping his head as his other hand rests around your back. 

“Did you get a number plate?” He asks. 

“Seven-oh-something. I told the officers.” You say relaxing up against him. Simon looks over at the monitors behind you, the steady beep keeping track of your heart rate and blood pressure. The rest he doesn’t understand. 

“Officers?” Simon asks, trying to keep a gentle tone, his eyes switching to John who’s stood at the far side of the bay with his arms crossed. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened, someone called the police, I remember being on the path and my leg was killing me.” You say. Simon looks down at your leg wrapped in plaster cast. He kisses the top of your head. 

“I’m sorry love, I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He says kissing the top of your head again. 

“It’s okay. I love you.” He hears you say as you relax into his embrace. His eyes wander back over to John who nods before slipping out through the curtain. Simon squeezes his eyes closed letting himself take a second to relax. 

“I got you love, I’ve always got you.” 

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Found Pt. 3 | Poly!141 & Reader

Summary: Simon chokes on bacon, talks of old friends and shopping emerge.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: choking on bacon, mentions of (abusive?) past foster parents

A/N: something about simon choking on bacon and being saved by a small child is funny to me, idk why, hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

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The morning wasn’t the same as yesterday. Instead of waking up at your own desired time, you were woken by the beeping of a small, black alarm that was shaped like a jelly bean, something that hadn’t been there the night before.

One of the men must’ve put it there overnight after you’d fallen asleep at some point. Judging by the bit of brown hair clinging to the plastic because of static, you knew it was either Johnny or John.

You sat up, blearily rubbing your eyes, rubbing away the crust that had gathered in the corners, before stretching your limbs. All while ignoring the incessant beeping of the alarm, which began speeding up.

It finally stopped once you grabbed it, slamming a hand on the top, just hitting the large button labeled “SNOOZE”. After picking it up, swiping some of your messy, knotted hair out of the way, cringing and imagining the mess it would be tomorrow, you examined the alarm under the light, finding a little switch to turn it off. Before it was turned off, it read “6:04 A.M.”.

You’d had other foster parents wake you up earlier. The lawyer man had gotten you up at 5 sharp every day, acting as if you were the crazy one when you began falling asleep in class. These men didn’t strike you as the type to do that, or at least you hoped they weren’t the type to do it.

You slid your legs over the bed, feet meeting the carpet that was in the room. Your backpack lay to the left of your bed, and you had half a mind to go rummaging through it for whatever semi-clean clothes you could find for whatever the day held, but instead found a pile of fresh clothes waiting on the desk. It was a neatly folded pair of grey sweatpants, a t-shirt with a loose collar, and a small graphic band design on it, a pair of socks, new underwear, and a bra.

The idea of them digging up some clothes from their past fosters made you cringe, so you chose to hope that it was new and put the pair of underwear and the bra in one of the dresser’s drawers. You would stick with your undergarments, thank you very much.

The sweatpants and shirt looked comfy, though, and you figured that it was better than nothing. They looked like hand-me-downs, and you quickly discovered that it was a bit large on you, probably since they hadn’t fostered humans before. The same clothes that would fit you at this size would fit a toddler hybrid.

But it wasn’t too bad. You slipped the socks that looked recently bought enough on, supposing that it was better than the ones you had that were growing thin on the sole area, a few holes in the fabric forming in some.

The wood floorboards creaked as you got down on your knees, bending to look for your shoes that you could’ve sworn you’d left under, finding them shoved into the corner. You must’ve moved when you slept.

You pulled them out from under the bed, sitting on the edge of it, pulling the tongue of the shoes back before pulling them on, tugging the knotted laces undone, before retying them tightly enough that they wouldn’t require any other attention during the day.

Despite the previous attention Kyle had paid to your hair the other night, it had seemingly knotted itself up overnight, now mildly resembling a bird’s nest, with small matting spread throughout the middle.

You sighed, getting off the bed and moving to your backpack, shoving a hand in it, and rummaging around until you pulled out a mini hairbrush that you’d gotten from Dollar Tree a few years back, and you split your hair down the middle, pulling the two sections over your shoulder and running the brush through it until it finally started obeying.

Sighing, you shoved it back in the backpack, walking to your door and hesitating a moment as your hand closed around the doorknob, before turning it and opening the door. There was a bit of rummaging in the kitchen, a door opening and closing, and then a bit more rummaging. It sounded like plates.

You walked down the hallway, seeing the sight of the hulking wraith bent over the sink, scrubbing dishes with his hands that faded into a black starting at his wrists, soap bubbles covering the gradient as he moved the sponge around. Sure, you’d exchanged glances with Simon in agreement, and maybe even had a one-word conversation, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t intimidating.

He was a wraith, for god's sake.

You tried not to judge anyone’s character based on what they were, but at a cellular level, it did determine some of their personality. Wolf hybrids tended to be social, staying in packs with other hybrids and often being leaders. Dragon hybrids were possessive of their things, more than ready to fight over their belongings. Bird hybrids in most forms were twitchy and very reactive to their surroundings, as most prey animals were.

But you’d never met a wraith before, or not until a few days ago, you hadn’t.

“Breakfast’s on the table.”

He grumbled out, not even looking back at you as he continued with the dishes, placing them in the dishwasher next to the sink. You glanced at the table, and surely enough, he was right. There was a singular plate with a massive serving of bacon, eggs, and buttered toast. You didn’t think you could eat that much in a week, let alone one little morning.

You picked the same chair you’d been in last night, pulling the plate over, and nibbling on a piece of bacon, letting your mind wander off as your eyes glazed over.

Right now, your old friends would probably be getting ready for school, if they weren’t already waiting for the bus to arrive. You could imagine your closest friend, Jaina, sitting on the bus, popping her old headphones she’d had for almost six years now in, turning on the playlist that you and her shared. She only lived ten minutes here, but that was driving, walking distance was maybe thirty minutes. If you managed to nab a bike from somewhere, though…that would make it easier.

If your new ‘parents’ even let you go see her, that was. They seemed territorial, at the very least. Not the type to let you go walking over to someone’s house without at least meeting the parents and family.

“Not hungry, are you?”

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head quickly, glancing up at him. His hands and arms were dry, meaning he must’ve finished with the dishes at least a minute ago. How long had you been daydreaming?

You gave a little shake of your head. You’d eaten at least a few pieces of bacon by now, seemingly having nibbled on some eggs, but not much. At least, not much compared to the servings on the plate.

His eyes bore into you, brown, almost a hazel glimmer if you looked close enough. But you didn’t want to. He seemed to know that you were thinking about something, and you hadn’t even realized you were staring dead at him until a little huff escaped his mouth.

“What’s on your mind, kid?”

He eventually asked, snatching a piece of toast from your plate, and taking a crunchy bite. Despite his relaxed demeanor, you had a feeling your every move was being scrutinized under his gaze. You took a long pause, taking a bite into a chewy part of the bacon, giving you an excuse to figure out what you wanted to say before saying it. A glimmer of amusement danced in his eyes, almost going unnoticed by you.

When you swallowed, he raised both brows expectantly. You weren’t getting out of this.

“Do you think I could go visit friends?”

You kept it short and brief. You’d learned the hard way that adults tended not to like it when you nervously rambled on and on about something, and it usually did the opposite of convincing them. Tell them the least amount of information possible, and let them feel like you’re trustworthy by answering their questions.

He let out a hum, eyes narrowing as he glanced away a moment to gather his thoughts. He had an annoyingly good poker face.

“He or she?”

That was what you’d expected first.

“She.”

A pause. He might be considering it.

“Where you know ‘er from?”

“Last school.”

“Name?”

“Jaina Pendleton.”

You wouldn’t doubt that he would go looking her up later, stalking her parent’s Facebook or Twitter. You’d been guilty of the same thing with all of your friends, but mainly to collect embarrassing pictures for blackmail.

He stopped a moment, thinking, and replying to your earlier question.

“Give it a few more days to settle down. Price’ll be reluctant but I’m sure Kyle can convince the old man. Johnny will probably be fine with it.”

You tried to shove down the pang of disappointment in your gut, reminding yourself that it could’ve been ‘never’ instead of ‘wait a few more days’. It could’ve been a lot worse. Granted, you would’ve just snuck out anyway if they’d tried to ban you from seeing your friend, but still.

You wondered if sneaking out would even work here. They were hybrids, so they were bound to notice any lumps and bumps during the night, let alone you completely disappearing. You weren’t sure how it would work, but it would, so you crossed sneaking out off of the list of mental options for a mentally ill teenage girl to do when bored.

Then, it hit you. John, Kyle, Johnny. Where even were they?”

“Whe-“

“Price is out chopping wood, Kyle’s milking the goats and cows, Johnny’s herding them for Kyle.”

You hadn’t even asked the question yet. Either he was too good at reading body language for his own good, or wraiths could read minds, and you were willing to bet it was both.

Deciding to just take a moment and enjoy the relative silence, you grabbed a piece of toast, and took a bite out of it, savoring the way the butter melted on your tongue, the saltiness giving a welcome pang of flavor other than the wheat bread. Simon seemed inclined to do the same, this time grabbing a few pieces of bacon, and devouring nearly three pieces in one bite.

You nearly choked on your toast when you witnessed him perform it, before swallowing after hardly chewing at all. He got mid-swallow, before your horrified but also amazed gaze caught him, and he choked on the bacon, something bubbling out of his throat that might’ve sounded like a laugh if it hadn’t been for the meat lodged in his throat.

Though, judging the behavior of the family, or the pack dynamic between them, you wouldn’t be surprised if they all were used to having meat lodged in their throats.

He began hitting his chest, and that was when you remembered that he was choking. Well, maybe not, since you still heard noise coming from his mouth, and according to a random YouTube video you’d watched many years ago, someone was only choking if there was no sound coming out of them. Was it true? Probably not, but you chose to believe it anyway, still getting up out of your chair to help him.

You’d done a bit of babysitting a year or two back, mainly for your older foster parents who had only gotten a foster child to watch their younger kids. You’d felt obligated to learn how to stop someone from choking, at the very least, or how to help yourself if no one else was around.

Those kids had been demons, so you wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d seen you choking and ignored you for fun.

You grabbed the sleeve of his t-shirt, tugging him up, and he obeyed, probably too preoccupied with choking half to death, until you walked behind him after moving his chair out of the way, and shoved him forward with all the power you had.

He hardly moved due to the shove, but you wrapped one foot around his ankle, pulling back at the same time.

It was like watching a skyscraper fall, almost.

Slow, dramatic, and very entertaining.

His lower stomach slammed into the table as the edge of it rammed up into his stomach, and the mutilated pieces of bacon went flying from his throat.

“Fuuuck—“

He hissed, holding one hand to his stomach, pulling the chair back over, and collapsing into it as it groaned under his weight.

You stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether you’d hurt more than helped until he wheezed a,

“Thanks, kid.”

And you were about to take your seat again, before seeing the clump of bacon that had somehow landed exactly on your plate, and you couldn’t help the face of mild distaste you made. Your eyes both met again, and maybe it was the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, but you couldn’t help but smile a bit, and he huffed a little laugh, shaking his head as he let a little grin slip onto his face.

He grabbed the plate, scraping the food into a bin that wasn’t the trash can, but instead looked to be some sort of recycler. He saw the tiny hint of confusion on your face.

“For the goats.”

He explained simply, walking the plate over to the sink, giving it a quick run-over with water, and putting it in the dishwasher. He put a little cleaning pod in a specific slot, then started it up, and shut it, leaving it to run.

He pulled a little notebook out of his back pocket that you hadn’t noticed, opening it up, and squinting his eyes like an old man would until he put it away again.

“According to Price, we’ve got some shopping to get done.”

You raised a brow. He chuckled.

“Gonna need you some clothes for school, no? I think it might kill Johnny if the poor lad sees you shiverin’ again.”

Shopping didn’t sound bad. Not when you definitely needed new clothes anyway, and you couldn’t go to school in the ones you currently had.

He led the way out to the car, but before, made sure to stop at the fridge, where there was a little chart in place using Expo markers on the metal.

It had each of their names on it, and each one was filled out in their own handwriting. True to what Simon had told you earlier, John’s simply said “Wood. Barn.”, Johnny’s said “Herding” with a little smiley face next to it, the handwriting barely legible, and Kyle’s said “Milking Animals, Barn.” in the nearest little handwriting you’d ever seen.

Simon filled his out with handwriting worse than even Johnny’s, the barely legible scrawl saying “Shopping.”

He made the name section a little bit longer, making a little box, and handing you the marker. You could see the past stains of some expo which had been left too long on the refrigerator, making out a few past names, and adding your own on top. You put the same as Simon, a simple “Shopping” in your section.

As he led you out to the crunchy gravel driveway, and you crawled into the leathery seats of the Jeep Simon drove, you couldn’t help but wonder if you could ever measure up to the other children.

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Quokka

John Price x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Based off this post by @palomanh CW fluff. domestic fluff, 141 being 141, romantic teasing, bullying the old man, lovingly of course, soft simon riley, establised reationship

Over the course of who knows how many months you've been staring at the Captian of the 141, something about him reminded you off something but you can't place what. You've heard the jabs and jokes around the task force and the base that he was like a bear, big and grumpy, and you could understand why. Prices' broad shoulders and soft layer of fat covering the muscles, not quite ripped but not quite a full dad bod, his mutton chops that was his pride and joy and his thin covering of body hair. But there is something else he remined you off, and it was bothering you that it was hard to find out.

Watching as his crows feet appear around his eyes as he smiles, watching them shape them. An unapologetic sign of his age, Price was focused on this weeks newspaper crossword, a routine you've come to love, it gives you time to admire him. But right now, you had other plans as you typed over and over again, trying to figure out what was bothering you for months now, the thought never left, just tucked away in the back of your brain.

After what felt like hours you finally got your answer, "That's it!" you suddenly announce, throwing your head back against the back of the couch, phone in hand. A loud overdramatic sigh leaves your lips in relief as the ever present annoying question was answered.

"What's what, bonnie?" The Scotsman asks, attention now on you, a puzzled look on his face, the rest of the men present was now looking at you as well, confused on your sudden outburst. "Care to share with the class?" he grins at you.

"Yea, come on" Gaz chimes in, equally as intrigued in your excitement. "What have you been searching for the past ten mintues? Must be important, you have been very silent, which isn't like you." The other sergeant points out.

Pointing towards the beared man, sitting in his self proclaimed armchair, drinking a cup of tea, eyes focused on one of the crossword riddles. "Quokka" you plainly say, eyeing down the older man, "That's what you remind me of, a quokka." That remark gets Price to look up off the newspaper, granting you an unsatisfied look.

Groaning, knowing you're getting nowhere with it, "Ya know, the rat looking thing thats the size of a house cat, primarily nocturnal rodent that lives in Australia?" Hoping that gets your point across.

"I think you've lost it." Ghost speaks, glaring you down from where he sat. Sighing you get and walk over to him, getting a picture of one up. Holding it out for the masked man to see, to which he did a double take between the picture on the screen the captian.

Down at the picture. Up to the Captian.

A hearty laugh, deep from within his chest, rings out, the outline of a faint smile underneath the mask, "It's like a spitting image of him, put a hat on it and there'd be no difference." Both of you catch a glimpse of the side-eye the older brit shoots over.

"Its' closest supposed relatives are the kangaroo and wallabie, though they've been documented to grab and eat leaves like a koloa does," You explain, strolling over to the two sergeants, asking and begging to see what one of them looks like, "they can hop like a rabbit but their typical mode of transport is on all fours, they have a eating habit similar to a giraffe, quokkas actually have two stomachs to help digest food," placing your phone down in front of the two men, their eyes widing at the picture of what the rodent looks like, "They also sleep like bats, minus the upside down part, instead they put their head between their front feet." You finish explaining to the four men on what a quokka is.

Soap and Gaz burst out laughing, doing the same gesture as Ghost, looking back and forth between the phone and their captian. Gaz held the electronic device up as a maekshift side by side view, "Wait, that's not Cap?" Gaz manages to get out, "But it looks so alike him." Soap doesn't seem to get a single word out, struggling to get his laughter under control, resting his head in his hands to try and catch his breath, you catch Ghost stopping himself from joining in with the gaggle of laughs. Price still doesn't seem impressed.

"Quokkas are kinda friendly. They've been known to take pictures with tourists, though its advised you shouldn't. Ya know. them being wild animals and all." Giving a warm smile to the unethusiastic old man, who gives you a sarastic one back, "Want to see?" taking your phone back and walking over to Price, setting it down in front of him, "I think it really comes out when you smile."

Price glances down at it, shaking his head, "I don't see it." He bluntly says, going back to his crossword. Not giving up yet, you open your photos to grab a picture of Price smiling before placing it back down, swiping between the two pictures to help him get a better look. "Why do you have a photo of me smiling, luvie?" he signs, putting his pen down.

"Why not," You shurg, "I have one as my background" innocently smiling at him, "The beard helps, gives you a cuddly look. I can see it, both you and a quokka are both very cute, both got a adorable smile. You're known to kill if needed though" You jest, pulling a chair out to sit next to him, studying his expressions as he examines the two photos.

After a while Price gives another sigh, a small smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head at your and the team's antics, "Ok, there's some similiarities, I guess." The room bursts out in a roar of cheers, the captian watches in adoration in his eyes as he watches you interact with his men, watches the shine in your eyes as you show the men more photos of the rodent you said that Price looks like, standbying everything you're saying.

Going back to to his puzzle, something you said prior stopped him, looking back up at you, confused, "Did you just say you have a photo of me smiling as your phone background?" he asks.

You stand, setting the chair back where it was, "Don't worry about it." you reply, leaving to finish some paperwork and files due for that afternoon, leaving the captian to finish his crossword puzzle in peace and quite.

Later when you retire back to your room, getting ready to wind down for bed, a glimpse of a small, brown fuzzy ball sitting on your pillow catches your attention. A quokka stuffed animal, with a small replica boonie hat on it's head, clearly showing you who set it there. How he managed to get one so quickly was anyones guess. Picking it up, the small plushed creature looked at you with soft eyes and a warm smile, leaving you with the mental image of a certain captian.

Finishing your nightime routine, now accompied with a new friend. Climbing under the covers, snuggling close to the plush muttering to yourself "and he says he's not sentimental" before closing your eyes for some well deserved sleep. He's going to hate it when he finds out you've named it Price Jr.

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Overprotective

Father!John Price x Daughter!Reader

wc: ∼500 summary: You are dating someone and Price is feeling his Father instincts flare up warnings: none, fluff, no y/n used, platonic story a/n: divider — @strangergraphics, sketch is mine!!! i drew price!! probably a year ago by now but i made it!! enjoy, his came out short oops

Your dad made it very clear from the beginning that he will break the legs of anyone who tries to hurt you. Especially if it‘s about dating. He can and will make their life worse than it already is, and make sure to scare them for life.

So, of course, it was a surprise for your father when you slipped during a conversation and mentioned your boyfriend.

»Say again?«

»What?« You pretend really hard to pretend like nothing happened, as if there is no boyfriend you accidenetallly revealed. But he isn‘t stupid, and you were never good at this with him. Damn his military interrogation skills.

»Who is it?«

He inquires, making you sigh out in defeat and embarrassment. Finally, you decide to give in, knowing this can‘t go on forever.

»It‘s… it‘s just an earlier friend. You know him, actually!«

It seems like he is thinking, finally seeming less tense. The thought of someone taking advantage or using you in a relationship makes him physically sick. He did his best on protecting you while growing up, now being retired and still making sure you get the best of best.

When he first took you in, it was really hard not to freak out whenever you were hurt in the slightest way. Getting a papercut, for example, was something he dreaded to see. Even the smallest drop of blood that was yours, made him feel incredibly guilty.

But even talking about emotional pain was hard for him. He isn‘t used at being open about feelings, so comforting you was a little difficult at first too. Even now, when you are an adult and can take of yourself, he still gets the feeling of needing to protect you. Nothing he does feels enough when, so finding out you are in a relationship already feels like failing in a way.

»Which friend?«

Finally, he seems more calm and open about the conversation. The only thing he knows about your friends is that they are pretty decent. All nice people.

»You know, the one from middle school?«

His eyes widen, jaw almost going slack. If it‘s actually true and you are together with someone from middle school, then how long were together? Did you really manage to trick him and keep it a secret for that long?

After the initial shock was gone, he finally starts to loosen up and take it more lightly. Of course a joke can‘t slip past him and he decides to make several. Just to embarrass you even more for scaring him earlier.

»Don‘t marry someone behing my back, though, okay?« Or, »But you both use protection, don‘t you?«

It‘s as if he waited all his life to crack those stupid jokes. But in all honesty, he is glad you chose to date someone nice. Someone he could half-rely on. Even though he knows your friend good enough, he still has lingering doubts. For now he ignores it and tries his best for you.

That is, until your boyfriend fails, of course.

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[cupidsworstcrime]

John Price and college aged kid!reader

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Not shouting. Not one of his lectures. Just the slow, heavy scrape of cardboard over pavement as you drag your life into the backseat of your hatchback. Half the sun’s gone down already, the street bathed in that amber light that makes everything look like it’s on fire. You’d picked the time on purpose—late enough that the neighbors wouldn’t see, early enough that you wouldn’t have to cry in the dark.

Your dad’s leaning against the porch railing, arms crossed over his chest like it’s the only thing keeping him together. He hasn’t said much since the fight. The one where you told him you weren’t going into criminal justice. That you’d rather write novels or teach high school English than spend your life chasing shadows like he did.

He took it badly. Worse than you expected. Maybe that’s why this feels so quiet now—like even the crickets know not to fill the silence between you.

You slam the trunk closed, a little harder than necessary.

“You got everything?” he asks, finally.

You shrug. “Yeah.”

There’s a beat.

“You bring the pepper spray I gave you?”

Another nod.

He pushes off the railing. The boots echo too loud on the concrete as he walks down toward you. You look away. You don’t want this to be a scene, don’t want him to see your lip tremble or how white your knuckles are where you grip the keys.

“I’m proud of you,” he says.

That’s what does it. The tears come fast and hot, burning the corners of your eyes.

“I thought you were mad.”

“I am,” he says simply. “But I’m also proud.”

You try to blink the tears away. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m your dad,” he replies, voice rough. “I get to say that.”

Then he presses something into your hand. It’s the old compass he used to carry on deployment. The one that never pointed north quite right, but always sat in his desk drawer like a relic.

“Don’t get lost out there,” he says. “But if you do... you’ll find your way.”

You grip it hard enough that the edge digs into your palm.

“I’m still gonna write about vampires and love stories,” you say, half-laughing, half-crying.

He huffs a quiet breath through his nose. “God help me.”

You smile.

It’s a fragile thing, stitched with goodbye and the weight of everything unsaid. But it’s real.

You get in the car. Turn the key. The engine hums to life.

And as you pull away, he raises a hand in farewell—not a salute, not a wave. Just a steady, open palm.

You glance at him in the rearview mirror until the road curves and he’s gone.

But his words linger, warm in your chest:

You'll find your way.

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Adopting a kitten/puppy with them and how'd they react pt. 2‼️

Last time was with Soap, Ghost and Gaz so in this will be Alejandro, Rudy, Captain Price and Konig (all fluff obvi, just a cute lil time)

1. Captain John Price

*he is so 🤤*

You and John adopt a beagle puppy and you guys name him copper(generic but I just couldn't get the thought put of my head). You and John had been married for about 3 years now and you both had your own little schedule and one night on the movie night you guys had set up, you and him decided to watch The Fox and The Hound. John loved the movie and it gave him the bright idea to get a beagle puppy and name him copper! John had surprised you one day by bringing him home and also bringing you a bouquet of roses, John loved spoiling you any chance he got. As the days went on, Copper quickly became the leader of the house, he trotted around happily and just did his own thing. He would also go with John and you anywhere, he liked standing in the bed of John's truck and feeling the wind flap his ears around being a happy lil dog.

2. Alejandro Vargas

You and Ale adopt a Rottweiler puppy and you guys name her Lola. You and Alejandro were venturing around Las Almas and you guys came upon a vendor who was selling some type of food but also had Lola outside on a leash wrapped around a post and you started to play with her and bond with her while Alejandro was talking with the vendor. You and lola were just the best of friends and you dreaded leaving her behind, lucky for you though Alejandro and the vendor noticed how much fun you and lola were having and the vendor told Alejandro he can have the puppy for free, he smiled and thanked the vendor and still gave him 20 dollars just cause. "Let's go Mi Amor" he called, waiting for you with his hands in his pockets, you said bye to lola and started to leave her but then Alejandro questioned "Aren't you gonna bring your little Amiga?" You looked confused at first but then he nodded and gave you a smile that let you know lola was yours, you were overjoyed to bring her home and Alejandro loved seeing you so happy, he also grew quite fond of lola.

3. Roldolfo Parra

*love him sm*

You and Rudy Adopt 2 kittens and name them Max and Flower. Max is a little orange kitten and Flower is a black and white kitten. Both of the kittens showed up outside yours and Rudy's door and at first you were just feeding them little pieces of meat until they both came inside and you and Rudy just went with it. You guys and the kittens lay around a lot and kinda just chill with each other,they like to hang around with you guys in the kitchen while you either cook and clean and they also you came up with the name Flower because on Flowers side she had a slight flower shaped mark and it just fit. Rudy had to take a couple days to come up with Max, he just couldn't think of any like, "perfect" names and one day he just started calling him Max. The kittens made you and Rudy their people, they were always around you guys no matter what and they completed your little family.

4.

*AUGH😩😩 he is so cutie patootie*

You and Konig adopt a Newfoundland puppy and name him Capone. Konig brought him after seeing one of those sad commercials about the puppies and kittens, it almost made him cry so he needed to get at least one to make him feel better he said. You were laying on the couch about to fall asleep and all of a sudden your bombarded with an excited puppy and Konig laughing at the puppy's actions, at first you were a little iffy about the whole thing but you quickly grew very fond of Capone. He was a quirky little puppy but he suited you and Konig, Konig often brought Capone with him wherever he went if you were busy cause it made him less anxious to be out alone and you and Capone would cuddle on the couch and take naps a lot which Konig adored to see after coming home, it made him feel like he did the right choice in bringing Capone home.

A/N: Sorry this took forever, I've been traveling a lot but, I do plan to do 2 more things, one with Rudy cause I'm in a Rudy phase😩 and the other just stating what Im comfy with writing and fandoms I'm gonna write for ect... But thank you for reading!!

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Guys does any1 have any requests please this all ngihter hurts

I write for any of the tags b t w

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Hello lovelies, I hope you're all okay, I had an idea for Price and a civilian reader.

Please let me know in the comments who you want next.I write books and headcanons so please comment on who do you want to see next.

Please enjoy the fanfic.

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It was autumn, the leaves were falling everywhere, as they muted from their bright greens to more rustic oranges, reds and brown hues, signalling that winter was comming.

The woods were littered with leaves, they covered the roads for miles in a sea of red and orange.

It was a sight to see during the day. To witness the calming feel of the chilling air as the leaves fell and how the soft rays of sunlight hit against the trees in the English countryside.

However, now it was dark. And John was driving. It's been an hour since he hit the road, as the landscape shifted from the military base, to large buildings that came shy of touching the sky, to forest for miles.

His heart grew impatient, all he wanted was to be reunited with his lover, to feel their gentle touch on his skin, their soft kisses, the way their arms would hold him at night. He missed it all.

His grip on the steering wheel became tighter as his thumb played with the golden wedding band around his left ring finger.

It was gold with the engraving of maple leaves on it, you had to be really close to see all of the fine little details.

He couldn't wait to go home, to see the love of his life waiting for his return.

Soon he drove through small country roads. His headlights lit the way through the darkness as his blue eyes were fixed on the little drops of rain that crashed against his windshield.

He passed by a few deer and wolves as he drove in complete silence. He didn't bother putting on some music, or turning on the radio, as the thoughts of his partner were enough to keep him company, he was too entisiastic to see his partner.

He took a left turn, near a small chapel of Holy Marie.

Instinctively he did the motion of the cross before before pressing his thumb and index finger to his mouth and letting go.

He continued to drive through that small road, which led deeper into the woods. Until he saw the cabin.

The log cabin he had bought a few years back, to get away from everything. He used to come here when he wanted some time off, away from the stress of the military. Away from people, just him and nature.

But now it was more than just that. It was his little sacred heaven. It was his home, it was where the love his life lived.

The cabin, was large, made of large logs and red bricks and hardwood. It was big, about two stories high, it had a patio that was right in front of the lake and a porch on the opposite end of the house. It had railings made out of metal and hardwood all around the small space, were bushes of wild raspberries and rosehip. That was where he normally parked his pick-up truck.

It was a one hour drive to and from the base. Hidden amongst the tall trees of the forest, away from prying eyes, their neighbours were mostly older couples or war veterans that wanted peace and quiet.

John liked the little community, they would often do collective dinners and breakfast, holidays, birthdays and other celebrations.

It was a nice little place, nice and quiet....

He smiled as he parked his truck. Right in front of the porch. And stepped out, he grabbed hold of his duffle bag and happily made his way up the small flight of stairs that lead to the porch and unlocked the door.

His heart was pounding as he was hit with a wave of warmth and sweet smell of baked goods.

He let out a sigh of content as he took off his boots at the door, sighing in relief that his feet were free. He shuffled to the bedroom. His feet aching, his body covered in dirt and sweat. He still had his gear on but he really didn’t care. There was one thing he wanted. He opened the door that led to their bedroom, slowly in order not to startle them.

And there they were. They were asleep, cuddled up in the blankets, amongst the blankets he could make out a set of pajamas that consisted of one of his sweaters and a pair of shorts.

He felt a smile creep up on his face as he took in the sight in front of him.

He slowly made his way to the bed. Crawling to wrap his big arms around them, resting his head on their chest momentarily.

“Love, darling, honey, pup.”

John whispered every pet name he could think of, pressing delicate kisses to their cheeks.

“love of my life, my pretty little thing. Wake up.”

His smile widened when he heard them mumbling and rubbing their eyes. He propped himself up by his elbows, pressing a kiss to their lips.

“M’ home. Beautiful.”

His smile grew wider as he was meet with their pretty eyes, so full of sleep. It took them a moment to see straight but the moment that saw John laying there. They tackled him to the bed and wrapped their arms around him. Securing him in place as held him close. It didn't matter if he smelled of sweat, gun powered. If he was covered in dirt and blood.

He was home, he made it back home... he made it back to them.

The low rubble of Price's chuckle made them smile as they cried of joy. And once again they shared one more kiss before as they just laid in each others arms.

[writingoddess1125]

Could we have more of Price with his 3 kids and his wife please?

Love your wiring btw, I don't normally go poking into other fandoms but you got me reading outside your cod stuff too

Thank you! ❤️ And I'm glad you're enjoying the other fandoms I got here!

And Also- Per request!

How Did You Know?

FemReader X John Price

OOC Sons and John Price

Micheal 15, Moses 11, Emmey 6

Family Fluff + Some very mild suggestive themes

<<< Masterlist

The Price family was having a Lazy night in.

Currently watching some random ass comic book movie, John laid across the couch with you laying on him, your back to his chest and lower body tucked between his legs. Emmey asleep on your stomach as you rubbed his back gently.

The mountain of half empty chinese take away was on the table waiting to be picked up later as Moses sat on the floor engrossed in the movie and eating the remaining of his orange chicken.

Micheal half watching the movie and scrolling through his phone laying on the love seat.

It was peaceful and at least for John a perfect night-

"Hey Dad,"

Moses suddenly spoke up snapping John from the movie, the boy tilting his head back to look at thw two of you cuddled into each other.

"How did you know you were gonna marry Mum?"

John raised a brow. "Why ya wanna know?"

Moses shrugged eating another peice of chicken, seeming the age of 'Why this and That' seemed to have kicked in.

John glanced at you with a smirk before looking back at his middle child.

"Oh, well that’s an easy one actually, It all started at a really crazy party."

Michael perked up a bit and looked away from his phone. "A party?"

John nodded, scratching his beard a bit.

"Yeah. Your mom and I met there since a mate of mine decided to throw one on his first leave after graduation and we were all doing dumb shit- And thats when I first saw your Mom- Doing Jello Shots in the kitchen"

He smiled as his hand did a arch over his head like it was a magical moment. Making your eyes roll.

"We clicked instantly, talked all night, and decided to meet up the next day for a lunch date."

You groaned a bit at the memory and start to giggle. "Worst idea ever."

"Why?" Michael asked.

"Because," John grinned, "We were both horribly hungover."

The boys giggled while you shook head remembering this vividly. "I remember I crawled down the stairs of my flat and barely made it to that restaurant."

John nodded in agreement.

"So there we were, barely functioning, sitting across from each other. We didn’t even bother making conversation- we just ordered food and got straight to eating."

He paused, smiling at the memory. "I remember looking up from my doner meat and chips, feeling like my soul was finally coming back to me, and there was your mom devouring her food like it was the last thing on earth- Not a ounce of care in the world."

You snorted a laugh. "Hey, it was that or puke on you."

John chuckled. "And that’s when it hit me I thought, Yeah. This is the one. I could look at her every damn day like this-"

The Moses shook his head at this clearly not truly understanding "That’s so weird!"

"But also kinda sweet, So you essentially knew youd marry Mum from the first time you met her?" Michael questioned.

John nodded and kissed the top of your head, smiling at you softly. "Pretty much."

You blushing softly and looking up at him with a gently smile on your face.

"And after that thought- I immediately took your Mom back to my flat and we ban-"

You smacked his arm so fast to stop him as a blush went over your cheeks. John laughing hard as Michael immediately knew what his dad was about to say and wrinkled his nose.

"Gross-"

He grumbled, John still chuckling to himself.

"Well you had to get here somehow so don't complain-"

John cackled, as Moses turned his head to the side confused.

"What do you mean? How Michael got here?"

Moses asked as you covered yohr face with your hand and giggling mostly from embarrassment. Trying to keep Emmey from walking up still as John continued to laugh, Michael looking back at his phone shaking his head.

"Wait but what does that mean??"

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DOMESTIC 141 + KÖNIG HEADCANONS

Pairings: Captian John Price, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, König x fem!reader (she/her)

Summary: Random headcanons of what TF141 + König are like domestically/ as fathers.

Warnings: Deployment, pure domestic fluff

Word count: 1000+

A/N: Choosing baby genders based on what I can picture more. I appreciate feedback! Let me know what you think :)

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this sideblog @hotmencoreplus for the account, @hotmencore

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

‣ Definitely 1 girl, 1 boy.

‣ Is very big on respect. If either of them disrespect you, shout, or start being bratty, he is right on it.

‣ Got his boy into football at a young age, and is the loudest dad out of them all. He will be shouting to him on the field just like when he barks out orders to rookies.

‣ Always wants to go on fishing trips. Always. I feel like it would be something him and his daughter do more than anyone.

‣ He isn’t big on technology at all. Pretty much just because he just can’t wrap his head around it.

‣ I imagine him keeping up with the new iPhone models, but would not change a thing about them. This man has default everything on his phone (apart from his lock screen of you and the kids).

‣ He is 100% one of them dads that never know what to call airpods.

‣ “What was it he wanted for Christmas? Airbuds? Earpods? iBuds?”

‣ “Airpods, John.”

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

‣ 3 girls. You cannot convince me otherwise. And he definitely secretly hoped for all girls.

‣ When Simon is home from deployment, they go to him for everything.

‣ Nightmares? You will wake up in the morning to find him missing from your bed, only to find him asleep, half hanging off of one of their beds with his arms round them on his chest, snoring loud.

‣ Simon is so usually on edge, though has learnt to zone his girls out when they are arguing.

‣ “Dad, tell her I’m right.”

‣ “Hm?”

‣ He especially zones out when his oldest girl is talking about school drama. He isn’t listening to a word of it, sat on the living room sofa with his head leant back, eyes shut, humming every so often to make it seem like he is following.

‣ I don’t think he ever shouts. Raising his voice for assertiveness? Yes, but he never shouts at his girls. It reminds him of how his dad use to be with him, and the thought of being even a smidge like his dad really scares him.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

‣ 2 girls.

‣ He aspires for them both to be bestfriends.

‣ He aspires to be their bestfriends. Like he admires them both.

‣ He will never turn down a tea party invitation. Never.

‣ You’ll be cooking dinner, and have no idea where Johnny is. But you hear distant giggles, and follow them up to your daughters’ room. There, you find your military husband sat at a little plastic table, wearing a tiara, clinking tiny cups together with your daughters and their little bears.

‣ “Well it’s nice to see you again Mr. Snuggles. And who is this new gue- oh, hey lass. Wanna join?”

‣ When they start to grow up, he lets them experiment with make up on him.

‣ And seeing your military husband with sparkly pink eyeshadow on and red rosy cheeks really is a sight for sore eyes.

‣ When on deployment, he will tell any and every story of his little girls to anyone that will listen. He loves to show them off.

‣ This ‘anyone’ is usually Ghost.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

‣ 1 boy.

‣ Definitely has a modern style for his kids. He 100% bought him a pair of adorable tiny airforces.

‣ Is his son’s biggest supporter, in everything.

‣ He is big on praise. The biggest softie ever.

‣ Will put up every single painting his son has made. Your fridge is literally covered in paintings, drawings, pretty much anything made by your little boy, will be put up somewhere in the house.

‣ He vlogs literally everything. More than you.

‣ He watches them all when on deployment, missing you both, usually forgetting about sleep so that he can rewatch his little boy’s first steps for the 100th time.

‣ He also big on getting his boy into his own hobbies. Even though he has no awareness to suitable ages.

‣ You’re on the phone with him one night whilst he is away, as he talks to you about what he wants to get your son into.

‣ “When I’m back I’m gonna take us clay shooting. I reckon he’d like it”

‣ “He’s 2 Kyle”

KÖNIG

‣ 1 girl, you cannot argue.

‣ He worships the ground his babygirl walks on.

‣ He will literally do anything for her. And you, of course. But his little girl is the light of his life.

‣ He loves when he is home because he takes every opportunity to dress his little girl. Every single time he does he is internally screaming at the size of the clothes.

‣ Every. Single. Time. He will come home from deployment with a bouquet of flowers for his wife, and pull out a singular flower before he reaches the door to give to his babygirl.

‣ You are definitely the one wearing the trousers in the household, always having to put your foot down. Because there is no way this man could ever say no to his little girl.

‣ Is always taking photos of the both of you. Always. He isn’t often in photos himself, but will never miss an opportunity to take one of either of you.

‣ When he is home and takes care of your daughter whilst you go to work, he will be sending you videos and photos 24/7 as little updates.

‣ I can imagine him being the driest texter on the planet. Like he is a proper dad, will just send a ‘👍’ or one word answers. So these photos and videos will rarely ever have context. He will just send them randomly.

‣ Is completely unaware of suitable bedtimes for kids. You will spend a night out with your friends, and come back in at like 10pm to find him up with your toddler making pancakes.

‣ “König! She should have been in bed at 7pm!”

‣ “Oh”

[coffeemakerwriter]

About me and masterlist

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About me:

Hi! I’m Riley! I’m a writer and I have a fixation on COD, spiderverse and cyberpunk 2077! I’m a barista and stuff!! I’m not very good at writing but I think it’s fun! I don’t usually edit or go over my writing excessively! It’s just for fun! Sometimes my friend reads stuff and helps me write tho (ily Rae >:3) so yeah! My writing won’t be amazing, just shitty little ideas!

Minors are okay to interact on all posts EXCEPT NSFW ones. Please don’t on those!

Game Photography insta: photogenic_raccoon_detective_

I’ll add onto won’t and will write lists as i go :)

What I’ll write:

Fluff

Angst

Agere

Headcanons

Blurbs

Anything that’s honestly not on my won’t write list!!

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Wont write:

ABDL

Rape

Ddlg or similar

Child x adult relationships that are romantic

Hazbin hotel or similar!

Stalking

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Things I MAY write:

Smut/NSFW (if you’re a minor please DNI on those posts! Only interact with my sfw ones!)

Au’s

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Fandoms I’ll write for:

• COD

• Criminal minds (upon request!)

• spider-verse (upon request!)

• 911 (upon request!)

• cyberpunk 2077 (mainly only headcanons and blurbs! I’m new to the game! I only feel comfortable writing male V!)

• the wolf amoung us

• arcane

I wouldn’t mind doing head canons for other fandoms however! I’m just more fixated on doing cod fics and that’s what I know more of :)

Absolutely feel free to send in a ask about different fandoms for stuff! If I know enough or in the fandom I’ll absolutely write stuff for it!!

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Master list:

Angst:

look alike - ghostsoap

Part two of look-alike - ghostsoap

GHOSTSOAP playlist - ghostsoap with music and HC stuff!

Fluff:

The Marriage Certificate - Ghostsoap

x reader:

The pool bet - ghost x reader

Riley rambles:

soap being clumsy based on personal experience

Touchy graves

Possessive makarov

Baby soapghost

Gaz headcanons

Jealous Johnny silver hand with male V

ghostsoap blurbs:

Soapxghost thing

Coffee au

Emotional times

Trouble remembering

GAZ x PRICE:

Panic attacks aren’t fun (especially in front of your captian)

CYBERPUNK 2077:

Jealous Johnny silverhand with male v

Johnny Silverhand NSFW headcanons (MDNI)

Less lonely (submission ask!)

Where’s Johnny?

Other silly things:

John wick imagines

[moonbeamoclock]

I totally respect a writers decision to write about whatever the fuck they want but I’m still a firm believer that the people who are writing about those topics do need to seek help if only to develop a proper distinction between simply writing about it and glorifying it. There are a lot of writers who tag their stuff properly and are very clear about the subject matter being strictly fiction but there are also a lot of other writers who don’t care about what the person scrolling their ‘for you’ feed on tumblr is seeing.

Writing about that kind of stuff is obviously a manifestation of some deep phycological issues AND THAT IS TOTALLY OKAY!!!! Continue to write about the subject matter while acknowledging as a writer WHY you’re writing about it!!!! This website is for YOU to enjoy and if that’s writing a story with some sensitive subject matter then that is totally valid to do so!!!

Sorry for the rant an probs gonna get hate cuz ik this fandom but i had to say this

You are responsible for the content you consume. Don’t like, Don’t read.

i’ve seen a few posts about this but

if you cannot spell or speak about rape, pedophilia or any dark topic then maybe don’t talk about it, because purposely miss spelling it proves you are not mature enough to talk about it or handle the topic, this isn’t tik tok you don’t have to sugarcoat anything. Yes i am aware these are sensitive (and horrible) subjects and can be triggering but no one is forcing you to read or talk about it.

Me, and a lot of authors, put the content warnings at the top of the fic because that’s the first thing people will see and it is your responsibility to read those warnings if you wish to read a fic, not ours. This goes with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (DDDNE), a warning or tag used to indicate that a fanwork contains tropes or elements that may be deemed morally reprehensible without explicitly condemning the sensitive aspect. It says what it says on the tin and you still read it, that is on you, not us.

Saying an author is glorying or promoting and they need mental or professional help for writing/reblogging rape or abuse or sexual assault because of their or another authors writings is a stretch, people can and are into some messed up things that to some people can be triggering or disturbing and you can be 100% into something fictionally without wanting to explore it physically.

No one if forcing you to read something you do not like

Same with minors in fandoms, this is a common things and there is nothing you can do about it, yes they shouldn’t be viewing or reading certain things in the fandoms but they’ll still find a way.

Say rape, say kill, no one’s gonna to hate you, if you can’t handle dark topics in a fic, block the author it’s not hard, no one will hate you for doing that and harassing and swinging death threats to a creator because they made something you don’t like is a shitty thing to do, if you don’t want to read a certain trope or topic that’s fine, people have preferences, but trying to start a witch hunt and purity culture campaign over it is not ok. I think sometimes they don’t because they want to start hate.

Fandoms are safe spaces for people who like a certain content, yes there are bad people in fandom and areas in a fandom that are filled with disgusting people, but it is a online safe space for people to enjoy the content they like. Fandoms are not for you to try and purify because you can’t be mature enough to block an author for posting content you don’t like.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

No, I didn't.

Pairing: Father figure!Price (x reader) (PLATONIC)

wc: 1.8 kwarnings: daddy issueswhat, military stuff but i dont have much knowledge, no y/n used, no angst, don't worry

Summary: Captain is similiar to being your father figure and you accidentally call him "dad"!!!!!!!!!!!

a/n: (this thing has been rotting in my notes app for a while) there's no romantic plot in this one, just some thoughts I've had about Price and him being the 'dad' figure or something, enjoy

Working with the TaskForce141 is definitely a lot of work and needs a lot of training, being able to cope and deal with high stress situations. It's all not a big deal for you, since you've been training for this a long time anyway and have probably seen it all by now. From a pile of dead bodies to difficult decision making in order to save people. All this doesn't exactly affect you, at least not as hard as the very first time you experienced these things. After years and years of experience it started to just be another day at work, which doesn't mean it got boring. It's definitely not boring, and if you were honest with yourself for once, it feels like the team you're in makes it easier to get along with missions and makes them less stressful.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick is about the same age as you, if not only a few months older. He's mostly calm and respectful but won't let anyone disrespect anyone else or himself, always making sure to get his opinion straight and be open-minded for anything. It's great to talk to him, him having a smooth voice and being one of the pretty faces you've seen around. Your other teammate, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish is a pretty interesting person himself. A loyal soldier and a strong one at that aswell, his arms looking like he could rip a tree in half if he wanted to. His scottish accent always comes out thicker whenever he's angry or got a beer too much. But besides that, he is also a pretty good person to talk to, especially when needing some advice for relationships and other topics.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley must be one of the most mysterious people you've seen around. You know pretty much nothing about him, besides him liking his earl grey tea and silly little army jokes. He holds a lot to himself and keeps quiet almost always and looks like he could tear you apart if you breath the wrong way. But he actually wouldn't, being his teammate is safer than to be his enemy. Besides his cold nature and brutal way of handling things, he actually tries to care for his team in his own way too. Checking up on you from time to time on a difficult mission, mostly just to make sure you don't fuck it up. You're not the type to have a favorite in a group, but if you needed to decide, it would probably be John Price. Your very own Captian. He's cold, if not the coldest person you know, always being fast in decision making and not letting anyone get in his way, no matter what. Price always makes sure to be there for his team too, cracking a few small 'dad jokes' then and there if the time is right.

Now, you're all waiting in the middle of a desert for a vehicle to pick you up after another successful mission. It was a mission that went on for several days but it was great, with minor difficulties. As your sitting on the sand, while making sure the sun doesn't give you a stroke, the others are talking about the mission. Well, just the few funny or minor mistakes they did while on mission. Soap is telling about how he accidentally let his magazine fall to the ground while reloading and almost slipped on a rock while doing so. But he got up and continued with the mission as usual, so it wasn't serious and just something to laugh about. After a few chuckles and jokes, Price spoke up and mentioned you, doing something similar.

»I saw you once throw a magazine out instead of a granade. Just giving out free ammunition like that.«

He teased you a little about it while mostly just Johnny and Kyle laughed about it with Price, lightheartedly teasing you about it some more. After another one of the Captains typical dad jokes, you finally speak up as you got enough of them.

»Okay, stop it dad.« You scoff lightly with a slight headshake, realizing only a few seconds later what you actually said. You're met with silence for a moment before Johnny cracks up and chuckles, not able to hold it back in.

»Did I hear you right, there? Did you just call him-«

»Enough. I didn't say anything.« You interrupt and stand up from your sitting spot on the sand, dusting your pants off. The truck arrives just in time, sparring you from any more embarrassing stuff happening to you for now. Price is genuinely suprised about you calling him that, not having thought anyone from his team could see him as something like a father figure. He doesn't mind that much anyway but also thinks he isn't that old. Eventually, he doesn't bring it up, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and he doesn't really think too much of it at the end of the day.

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　Something similar happens another time, two or three months after the first 'incident', how you call it. The moment since you accidentally called your Captain dad, you promised to focus way more on what you say as if you didn't already do that all the time.

Once in the mess hall to eat dinner, you couldn't help but feel more tired than usual. Probably because you didn't catch much sleep last night or maybe because you had a lot of paperwork that day, either way you felt rather tired but nothing too bad for you to handle. You're sitting at the right corner of the table while eating with the rest at one of the tables, eating peacefully while listening to the conversations around you. Sometimes listening to the small drama from a table across or just trying to see who else is eating dinner in the mess hall aswell. The food is nothing special, just the usual mashed potatoes, some sauce and meat to it. Salad is also there for everyone. Even though the food isn't bad, you can't help but want more salt in it, feeling like it hasn't got enough of it. Glancing up from your food, you see that Price is sitting closest to the salt shaker. Without much thinking you speak up, looking at him while asking.

»Dad, could you pass me the salt?« You ask casually and wait for him to hand you the salt shaker, not having realized yet what you really said for now. He shrugs and hands it over to you over the table, keeping a straight face as if nothing's wrong.

»Sure, kiddo.« It's a bit strange for him to call you 'kiddo' right now, but you don't question it and pour some salt into your food. Price continues to eat his own food, but you can't help but notice how silent it became around the table for some reason. Before you could look up again, Johnny chimes in.

»Didn't know you were his kid.« He nudges your shoulder softly and waits for your reaction, carefully watching how you react. You're a bit confused and look to him next to you, the gears in your head finally turning. Kyle can't help but smirk slightly at this whole thing as he tries to continue eating, turning his head away a bit.

»No- it's.... I didn't- what?« You stumble over your words while trying to explain this, eventually getting frustrated with yourself. Your back leans back against your chair while sighing out, being ready to gaslight them about this slip up. »It's alright. Happens.« Price reassures you even though he has a very faint smirk on his own lips about the situation, just not addressing it as much as Johnny.

»It's not the first time this happened, right?« Kyle's the one to tease you this time, looking over to you at the table all the while you're hiding your face a bit again.

»No, nothing never happened.« You shake your head and just continue eating your food more quickly, so you can escape this situation as fast as possible.

The conversations around the table return to its usual after a moment, no one addressing it anymore afterwards. Ghost was always just observing your reactions and the situation itself in both times it happened, having noticed a few things.

For example that it happened when you looked tired or when you were seemingly relaxed, speaking from your body language. Or how your ears become increasingly more red the moment you realise what happened, making it more amusing for him to watch your reaction. But of course he wouldn't mention any of those things, especially not to the whole group since it could come off a bit weird. He keeps it to himself but still can't help but tease you subtly about it during a round of joking in the team, mostly just addressing how easily something can embarrass you.

But to say he's the only who noticed that, is wrong. Price was probably the first person to notice those things about you, finding it also amusing in a way. He doesn't exactly mind you calling him 'dad' sometimes by accident but when it happens, he mostly thinks about why you do it. Probably having no proper father figure in your life or maybe he just reminds you of your own father. Maybe it's just the personality he gives off, making it seem like he's the fatherly one in the team. Either way, he finds it mostly wholesome, knowing he makes his team feel comfortable around him. But he keeps quiet about it, not wanting to embarass you even though he finds it oddly amusing to see how you act once something embarrassing or humbling happens to you.

But you on the other hand, you don't find it amusing at all. You're ready to launch at them the moment something remotely humbling happens in front of them, ready to gaslight them if it means they'll forget about one small thing. But you don't do it, considering they're your team mates and you're all almost equally strong. But even though they don't make seriously fun of you and tell you it's all jokes at the end of the day, you still can't help but feel even a little embarrassed about it. It's like having a small crisis to yourself, not sure what others think about you now or how you should act from now on around them. But that's just you being dramatic. Mostly.

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Early Morning Struggles

An early start with Captain Price and gn! reader.

Fluff ❤️

It was early in the morning. It was so early - in fact - it was still dark outside. The sun still sat under the horizon, not yet ready to shine through the cheap blinds the military had provided in your Captian's private quarters.

Speaking of your Captian.... you were currently in his bed, sleeping peacefully while you curled up into his side, letting your Captian (and boyfriend) hold you while you slept together. After a few minutes of peaceful silence (Something that doesn't come often in your field of work), Their alarm clock blares the dreaded warning tone, alerting the two of you that you must get ready for the long day ahead of you.

You were the first to rise from slumber, groaning quietly as you stretch in Price's arms and shift to turn off the blaring noise of their alarm. After rubbing your eyes and running your hands through your hair, you feel John start to stir beside you - you must have woke him with your shifting about while trying to turn off the obnoxious sounding of the alarm clock.

You slowly shift back into Price's grasp and curl up to him, your eyes droopy. You were not yet willing to leave Price's embrace, but you knew that you would have to leave his embrace soon enough.

"Time to rise, Lovely."

You whisper out quietly as you rub Price's side with your hand. Price lets out a little annoyed grumble as he slowly starts to come to his senses, still not ready to be pulled out of sleep.

"Don't wanna get up..."

He grumbles back, his British accent thickened with the side effects of sleep.

"You have a meeting, remember? You have to get on with your morning a bit earlier than usual." You state before hearing Price mumble something you couldn't decipher in your post-sleep haze, pulling you close to him as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You chuckle at Price's antics, knowing that they were a futile effort to push off their daily duties.

"C'mon, we gotta get ready. You need to go get your workout in so you aren't cranky later."

Your lover was quite dedicated to his workout schedule and was often displeased if he didn't get to the base gym before everyone else. Price liked working out by himself, giving him time to think about the day ahead.

"I'll go later - can we please just stay in bed a little longer? Just a bit?"

Price says in his thick accent with a sleepy expression - and you simply couldn't say no to your lovely's request, could you? You smile soft and curl back up against Price. "Five more minutes..." You whisper quietly to your lover.

Price quickly fell back to sleep, and Nico followed in pursuit. What was only supposed to be five more minutes of cuddling turned out to be another hour of sleep.

Even though Price didn't get to go to the gym that morning, he was happy - he got to lay in bed with his beloved just a little longer...

the gym could wait.

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Just a little drabble I made during school! This is the first time I have written something like this, so I hope it isn't too bad. If you have any tips for how to improve my writing, please let me know!

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