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rainswriting-blog · 4 months ago

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Pickles and Pregnancy

Summary: you were craving pickles and could open the jar your husband came to the rescue.

Warning(s): pregnant reader, a bruise ego lol

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You’re standing in the kitchen, glaring at the stubborn jar of pickles in your hand. You’ve tried every trick—banging the lid, using a dish towel—but it won’t budge. Frustrated, you mutter under your breath and raise the jar as if to throw it on the ground.

Just as you’re about to let go, a gloved hand catches your wrist.

“Easy there, love,” Ghost’s voice rumbles softly behind you. He takes the jar from your hand effortlessly. “You’re going to scare the baby with that temper.”

He pops the lid open with a quiet grunt and hands it back to you, his skull mask tilted slightly as if he’s amused.

“Next time, just call me. No need to go full demolition squad,” he teases.

You huff, biting into the pickle almost immediately. “I did call you. You didn’t hear me because you were too busy cleaning your guns.”

His eyes soften, and he sets the jar down before placing his large hand over your belly. The contrast of his rough glove against your soft skin is stark, but his touch is gentle.

“Alright, fair enough,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. “How’s the little one doing? Driving you mad with cravings already?”

You lean into his touch, your frustration melting a little. “Yes. And apparently, I’m going to fight every jar in the kitchen before this is over.”

He chuckles, rubbing small circles over your belly. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle all the jars. You just take care of our little troublemaker in there.”

John Price

You stare at the jar of pickles, practically vibrating with frustration. The cravings are too strong to ignore, and you’ve had enough. Raising the jar above your head, you prepare to smash it on the kitchen floor.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” Price’s familiar voice stops you mid-swing.

You whirl around to see him standing in the doorway, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. Without waiting for an answer, he strides over, takes the jar from your hands, and examines it.

“Pickles, huh?” he says, chuckling under his breath. “Alright, let me help.”

He pulls out a bottle opener from his pocket, using it to break the seal on the jar. The lid pops off with ease, and he hands it back to you with a smirk.

“There you go. No need to destroy the house over it,” he says, ruffling your hair affectionately.

You take a pickle, glaring at him through your first bite. “I wouldn’t have to destroy the house if you didn’t leave me alone to fend for myself.”

He raises a hand in mock surrender, his expression softening. “You’re right, love. My bad. I’ll stick closer from now on. Though I’ll admit, watching you wrestle a jar of pickles was quite entertaining.”

Before you can retort, his hand finds its way to your belly, resting gently over the curve. “And how’s my little troublemaker? Giving you a hard time already?”

You glance down at his hand, your irritation softening. “Your little troublemaker is the reason I was about to smash that jar. Pickles aren’t just a craving—they’re a need right now.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Well, you’ve got me now, love. Pickles, chocolate, whatever you need. I’ll keep you and the little one happy.”

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

The jar of pickles refuses to open, and you’ve had enough. You stomp your foot, raise the jar above your head, and—

“Whoa! Lass, what are you doing?” Soap’s unmistakable Scottish accent rings out as he rushes into the kitchen.

You freeze, jar in hand, and give him a look of pure exasperation. “I can’t open it! I need these pickles, Johnny!”

He bites back a laugh, stepping closer and gently taking the jar from you. “Alright, alright, no need to go smashing things. Let the professional handle it.”

He grips the jar dramatically, flexing his biceps as if the task is monumental. “Prepare to witness a MacTavish miracle!” he declares, twisting the lid.

The jar opens with a loud pop, and he grins triumphantly. “There! Crisis averted!”

You grab a pickle, grumbling, “Show-off.”

He laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Admit it—you’d be lost without me.”

You glare at him but can’t hold it for long. “Lost? No. Hungry, maybe. But if you don’t keep this up, I will learn to open these jars myself, and then what would you do?”

His grin widens as he wraps an arm around your waist, his hand settling over your belly. “Guess I’d have to find another way to prove I’m worth keeping around. How’s the wee one, anyway? Demanding more pickles tonight?”

You roll your eyes but smile despite yourself. “Yes, and apparently, you’re the only one who can keep up with these demands.”

He smirks, gently rubbing your belly. “That’s because I’m a man of many talents, love. You and this little one are in good hands.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

The jar sits stubbornly on the counter, mocking your efforts. You grip it tightly, ready to hurl it at the ground when a hand stops you.

“Whoa there, love. What’s going on?” Gaz asks, stepping in and gently prying the jar from your hands.

“These stupid pickles! I just want one, and it won’t open!” you practically wail.

He chuckles, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Alright, let me have a go.”

Gaz tries twisting the lid, grunting slightly. When it doesn’t budge, he narrows his eyes. “Alright, now it’s personal.”

He grabs a spoon, tapping the edge of the lid a few times before trying again. With a satisfying pop, the jar opens, and he hands it back to you with a grin.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” he quips, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You take a pickle and glare at him as you chew. “Teamwork? You weren’t even here five minutes ago when I was fighting for my life.”

He grins sheepishly, stepping closer and placing a hand over your belly. His fingers are warm and reassuring as he rubs gently. “Alright, I’ll give you that one. Next time, I’ll be here faster. How’s my little pickle monster doing in there?”

You glance at his hand, smiling despite yourself. “Your pickle monster is why I almost destroyed the kitchen tonight.”

He laughs softly, pressing a light kiss to your belly. “Well, I’ll make sure the kitchen survives next time. You and this little one are priority number one.”

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hahaifolded · 9 months ago

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Pay Back - John Price x POC!FemReader

Summary: After learning more about John's love life, you are determined in helping John make his ex jealous. Tags/Warnings: MDNI, Fake Relationship, Mutual Pining, Small Age Gap, Misunderstandings, Slight Angst, Cheating (not by Price or Reader), Suggestive Themes, Military Inaccuracies, Sexism, Microaggressions, Cursing, Attempted Assault, Mild Violence Word Count: 4740

“So Cap'n, how come you're not married yet?” asked Gaz before taking the last sip of his beer. After a grueling mission and what seemed like never endless meetings, Price decided to take the team out for drinks at the local bar. But now as the conversation steered towards his love life, Price was starting to regret his decision.

“Leave the man alone,” scolded Ghost.

“Why? It’s a fair question,” whined Soap. They all looked at Price, waiting for their captain’s reaction.

However, before John could say anything, you returned to the table with 5 beers in your hands. “This round is technically on the man in the suit but seeing that I had to talk to him, it’s on me,” you gleamed as you set the beers down in front of the boys. Smiling at them, you plopped next to Ghost, holding one beer in your hand. Gaz and Soap immediately reached for one as the lieutenant nudged you, almost in gratitude. John thanked you for the drink, eyes stuck at how close you sat next to Ghost.

You were the CIA liaison, handpicked by Laswell to work with the 141. Despite being hesitant at first, Price couldn’t be happier with your arrival as you brought a much needed balance to the taskforce. You immediately matched Soap’s and Gaz’s energy, eased yourself in Ghost’s reserved sphere, and made Price’s life so much easier.

But, at the same time you also complicated it as he found himself developing a small crush on you. Instead of acting on it, however, John maintained a level of professionalism with you. First of all, he was your direct superior. In additional, he couldn’t bring himself to rob you of your youth as you were closer to Ghost's age than the old man. And besides, he suspected that something was brewing between you and Ghost with how close you two were and he wasn’t going to get in the middle of that. No matter how he felt, he couldn’t have you.

“So, what are we talking about?” you asked. Ghost tried to change the topic but Gaz beat him to it.

“I was here asking the cap'n why he hasn’t gotten married yet. But your buddy here thought we were doing too much,” informed Gaz with mischief in his eyes. Soap let out a deep chuckle as Ghost let out a disappointed sigh.

“Oooh wait, I want to know the answer, because not to be weird, but you’re an absolute catch, Captain. I’m surprised you don’t have someone waiting for you back home,” you let out. Clearly, the alcohol was starting to affect your self control.

With all the attention on him, John took a swig from his beer for some instant courage. “It’s not like I haven’t wanted to. I just haven’t had the best of luck finding a woman after my fiancée left.”

“What!” you and the boys gasped in unison. Now Price was regretting this whole night. Letting out an exasperated breath, John shared his tragic story.

Of how he was engaged with his high school sweetheart, Anna. How Anna and him planned to get married after his first deployment. But, something went wrong and Price accidentally caused his lieutenant at the time to break his leg. Feeling guilty, he signed up Anna to take care of the man while John and the rest of the team finished the mission. And after a month out in the desert, John came back to find his lieutenant shagging his fiancée. Heartbroken, the now-SAS captain left and threw himself into his work. The last he heard of them was that they got married as they kindly sent him an invitation. Everyone stared at John, in disbelief at his story.

“That is horrible, Cap'n. I didn’t mean to pry. If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked,” apologized Gaz. Soap and Ghost seconded him. Price just sheepishly smiled, assuring them it was fine.

“IT’S NOT FINE!” you asserted as you slammed your beer on the table. Your eyes burned with anger. You immediately turned to the team and waved your arms. “We need to do something about this!” you incredulously announced.

“And I think you need to stop drinking,” said Ghost as he grabbed your beer.

“Back off,” you said as you pulled your beer away. “I say we call Laswell, borrow some nuclear codes, and blow them up!”

“Oh, she for sure needs to stop drinking,” joked Soap. Gaz and Ghost broke out in a deep laugh, amused by your suggestion. You looked at the men with wide eyes, unable to understand why they weren’t ready to start a riot. In all honesty, you couldn’t believe someone could do such a thing to their fiancée and teammate. As a victim of cheating yourself, your heart ached for John.

You turned your gaze to Price and reached for his hand. John felt his face burn as your fingers intertwined with his. You looked deeply into his eyes and shared, “John, I know we haven’t known each other for long, but just know that what Anna and your lieutenant did to you is absolutely unacceptable and if I could,” you paused to take in a deep breath. John couldn’t help but feel shy under your gaze. “I would get revenge for you… just say the word.” Ghost pulled you back, letting you know that was enough.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” admitted Price. As much as it hurt, John learned to live with the betrayal. It wasn’t the last time he would be betrayed so he tried not to dwell too much on it. Sure, it severely hurt his view on romance but he was a SAS soldier for Christ's sake, he didn’t necessarily have time for it either.

Soap immediately changed topics, opting to talk about his recent slew of dates and how each one was a dud. Price tried to pay attention to his sergeant’s antics but found himself glancing at you as you opted to scroll on your phone instead. Whatever you were looking for, you seemed determined.

After half an hour of Soap talking, you started to whisper in Ghost’s ear, shoving your phone in the lieutenant’s face. His eyes crinkled at the corners, a clear sign that he was amused by whatever you were showing him.

“What’s got you two so cozy over there?” asked Soap with a slight lilt in his voice.

“Nothing,” you sang. You looked up at Price. “Quick question, can Ghost and I get next weekend off to go to,” you paused to look at your phone, “Edinburgh?”

“Why?” His heart sank. Maybe you and Ghost were a lot closer than he thought.

Ghost laughed. “Seems like our little spy here found your old lieutenant and ex and wants to pay them a visit.”

“I just want to talk... promise.”

Soap and Gaz immediately grabbed your phone, curious to see the woman who broke their captain’s heart.

“That's her?!" shouted Gaz. He immediately stopped when Price shot him a glare.

“And who’s the man next to her? Her dad?” inquired Soap as Gaz handed him your phone. Price took a peak at it. His eyes widened.

“Nope, I think that’s my old lieutenant. Lt Murphy,” informed Price. He didn’t expect to see his old lieutenant look so sad. He remembered how the man used to exude strength and respect, something that John admired when he was younger. Now it looked like the years finally caught up to him.

“Well, whoever he is, he needs to make his Facebook likes private. It’s clear he has a type,” you added as you grabbed your phone. The man’s account made your skin crawl. You couldn’t believe that such a disgusting man was able to steal your boss’ fiancée right under his nose.

“So what do you say… can we get next weekend off?” you asked again, throwing out your best puppy dog eyes to Price. Your desire to defend your captain was making John feel so good but so wrong at the same time. Ghost was a lucky man.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, you and I have the ball next week,” informed Price. To his dismay, Price had been called to London to be this year’s distinguished guest at the annual military gala. John absolutely hated the event as instead of celebrating the real valiant efforts of soldiers like his men, it was a just a sad dick measuring contest between men who forgot what real bravery was. The only silver lining was his plus one, you.

“Oh fuck, you’re right,” you recalled. You grabbed Ghost by his arm and told him to hold off on the plan which made the masked man chuckle. Price gripped his beer a little tighter to refrain from lunging at his teammate. At least he had you to himself next weekend.

— — —

“I really can’t believe you forgot to pack deodorant,” you playfully scolded your captain. After checking in to the hotel, you and Price made a quick trip to the store.

“Well, we’re not all as sharp as you, love,” he quipped. Love. That got your heart beating. Despite the boys calling you love regularly, it only ever made your heart flutter when Price said it. You knew it wasn't right, but you yearned for the man next to you. No one knew but Ghost who quickly became your confidant. However, you knew that John wasn't interested as he always kept you at arm's length, forcing you to be content with just being his co-worker.

You and Price immediately split up once inside. Price made his way towards the men’s toiletries while you perused the surrounding area.

As you looked at some vitamins, you heard a woman shriek your captain’s name. You peered over and felt your eyes almost jump out of your head. In front of John Price was a blonde woman close to his age greeting him like he was an old friend. But she was nothing close to that as it was Anna, his cheating ex-fiancée. The audacity of that woman as she tried to catch up with John like it wasn’t her fault for why it’s been a “long time no see.”

Seeing your captain look so uncomfortable made you see red. You quickly grabbed a nearby product, switched your ring from one finger to another, and made your way to Price with a plan in mind

— — —

John never wanted to die more in his life. Anna, who was once the love of his life before she discarded him like trash, stood in front of him, trying to make the most awkward small talk ever.

“So John, how have you been?” she asked.

Before John could answer, he felt a smooth hand run around his waist, dropping something in his basket. His breath got stuck in his throat when he realized it was you. You pressed up against him, head on his shoulder. He turned his head to find your face a mere few inches away. You flashed him a wide smile, eyes shining with love and adoration.

“Found what we’re looking for, baby,” you said with a wink. John looked down to see that you had dropped a big box of condoms in his basket. His mouth salivated. You giggled as you grabbed on to his arm, completely attaching yourself to his side. He must be dreaming.

“Who’s this, John?” interrupted Anna. Despite having a smile on her face, her voice sounded tense, almost accusatory.

“This is (Y/N), my—“

“Fiancée,” you finished. You extended your hand out, showing off a ring on your fourth finger. You quickly pulled it back and placed a quick kiss on John’s cheek, further staking your claim on the man. John smiled back as he realized what you were doing. He found himself falling for you more.

“Oh wow, congrats! Can’t wait to get an invite,” quipped Anna. John felt your grip tighten around his arm.

You looked up at John, confusion written on your face. Turning back to Anna, you innocently asked, “I’m sorry, but who are you? I don’t think John’s told me about you.” John knew that hit a cord in his former fiancée as she always needed to be the center of attention.

Before Anna could say anything, a rough voice boomed from the back. “How many fucking times have I told you not to walk away while— John?” John’s day just had to get worse as Lt. Nick Murphy stood in front of him, next to his former fiancée, eyes wide at seeing Price.

“Wow, look at you, you’re all grown up now. Tell me what are you up to these days?” asked the man as he puffed out his chest. With you wrapped on his arm, John felt a burst of confidence surge through him. He straightened his posture and proudly shared his promotion to captain for special forces. John had to admit that it felt good to see his former lieutenant shrink a bit when he said that.

"Good for you, my boy. But I do have to ask, who's the cute thing wrapped around your arm?" he asked all smugly. John didn't like the way he looked at you. John instinctually grabbed your hand and proclaimed you as his fiancée.

"Who would have thought that John Price would have grown up to be a cradle robber?" joked the man. Price felt himself sink a little. Sure, you were slightly younger than the man, but he didn't think that the age gap was that obvious.

"Oh please, I had to practically beg the man to go on a date with me," you defended him with a giggle. Unable to read the room, Murphy continued to small talk and asked what brought you both here. You immediately jumped in and gushed about how your man was this year's distinguished guest at the gala. John liked the way you claimed him as yours. But unfortunately for the both of you, they too were here for the celebration.

"You know what, John? Why don't you and the girl come over for dinner tonight? We're renting an apartment in the city. Anna here can cook us some dinner and we can all catch up over some beers," announced Murphy.

"Fiancée," mumbled John. Pretend or not, he was proud to call you his. You tugged on his arm, similar to when an owner pulls on their dog's leash to stop them from lunging. You laid your head on his arm, waiting for John's response.

John was a good soldier and a decent captain, but when he accepted the invitation, he knew he wasn't a good man.

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"Are you sure you're fine with this?" Price asked the millionth time as you reached the London apartment. Dressed in a cute sundress that accentuated all of the right parts, you fixed Price's collar, making sure that your fiancé looked the part.

"Yes, John." You rolled your eyes. "I don't think you realize how badly I want to see you win here," you said as you smoothed out the wrinkles on his shoulders. You had to admit, your captain looked good in a white button up. "And don't be scared to touch me, okay? We really have to sell this if we want to win." John laughed at your words which made your cheeks warm.

"Of course, love." There it was again. Walking hand in hand, you both walked to the door.

"Wait," you said. You unbuttoned the first few button's of John's shirt. "Show her what she missed out on." You couldn't help but feel pride at seeing Price's cheeks turned slightly red. Clearing his throat, John knocked. You immediately wrapped yourself around his arm and pressed a small kiss on his cheek at the door opened.

Anna opened the door and excitedly greeted John. The woman was not afraid to hide her distaste towards you as venom dripped in your greeting. Ushering you both in, you and John found Murphy sitting in the living room, beer in hand, lazily watching television.

"John, my boy! Take a seat. Dinner should be ready soon," he hollered. John took a seat on the recliner as he refused to sit on the couch next to his old lieutenant. Without shame, the old man patted the space next to him, calling you over. Your skin prickled as you recalled his type which you unfortunately fit perfectly.

Before you could deny his offer, John immediately pulled you in his lap. "No need. She already has the best seat in the house." He planted a loud kiss on your cheek. Fuck. You knew John was strong, but feeling him so close further proved the man he was. Feeling tonight's host scan your figure, you settled yourself further on your captain's lap.

"John, I made your favor-- oh. Well look at you, someone got comfortable," commented Anna as she walked in with a plate of sausage rolls. Unlike her husband, she glared at you. You just giggled to further get under her skin.

"Sure did," added John as he adjusted you on his lap. Quickly, Murphy and John engaged in some small talk over tonight's football game. John kept a gentle grasp on your waist, occasionally kissing you on the cheek whenever the conversation lulled. Despite being in the warm embrace of your captain, your blood ran cold whenever Murphy's eyes trailed over your body.

Eventually, Anna called you all over to the dining table as she finished cooking. Dinner started off quiet as the tension in the room became too obvious to ignore. Eventually, Murphy decided to speak up.

"So tell me, John, how did you meet this pretty thing?" You loathed this man.

John choked on his food, realizing that neither of you had settled on a backstory. You could sense your captain's hesitation. Grabbing the hand next to you, you decided to take the lead.

"I know it's kinda cliche but I was actually his assistant," you began. "I tried being professional, but the heart wants want it wants. You guys might understand." Feigning ignorance, you looked past the knowing looks in your hosts' eyes and turned your gaze to Price.

"He is literally everything that a woman could want... kind, strong, resilient... handsome. He turned me down at first as John is nothing but respectful, but now after 2 amazing years, we're set to get married in a few months." You kissed him on his lips to seal the deal.

Maybe it was too much, but if this was going to be the only time you could say he was yours, you were going to fully savor it. Besides it only secured the farce that you two had set up as Anna had a tight smile on her face and Murphy stared at John with clear jealousy in his eyes.

Anna cleared her throat in an attempt to ease her jealousy. "Well isn't that a cute story, right Nick?" Murphy just grunted in agreement. However, Anna was not going to let you have the last word as a smirk appeared on her face. "You know what John, I always imagined you settling down with a girl from back home... you know someone more of your caliber." Your chest tightened. You really couldn't believe the gall on this woman. Before you could respond, John stepped up.

"Funny, I also imagined settling down with someone different, but life has a funny way of working itself out," John said with food in mouth. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. Your heart melted. John really had your back both on the field and here. Anna's face turned red, maybe out of embarrassment or anger. You weren't sure.

-- -- --

Dinner continued with a few jabs here in there from tonight's host, but John could care less. Right now, he was just a man in love, engaged to a beautiful woman. Despite the circumstances and less than ideal dinner companions, John wanted to stay here as long as he could so he could still say you were his. However, his bladder had other thoughts.

Price was set on holding it in, opting to bounce his leg to ease the need. However, as observant as always, you gently laid your hand on his bouncing knee and asked Murphy where the bathroom was.

"Oh, the wife will show you. Anna!" he commanded. John threw you a sheepish smile with eyes asking if you would be fine. After you assured him with a small peck, John followed his ex-fiancée to the much needed bathroom.

Finally alone, John let himself loose. He felt his cheeks warm as he recalled every kiss and touch you two exchanged throughout the night. If the night goes on any longer, John would have no choice but completely claim you. Fuck whatever you and Ghost had. It would just be you and John Price, loving boyfriend, loyal fiancé, and eventually your devoted husband.

John washed those thoughts away as water ran through his hands. As much as he wanted you, he couldn't do that to his lieutenant. Ghost also deserved happiness and there it was incarnated as you. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he found himself suddenly being pushed back. Catching him off guard, Anna shoved him against the sink.

She cried out his name and shoved her face into his chest. "Can we please talk? I hate how things ended between us!" Price couldn't believe this woman.

"Fine, but get off of me," he ceded as he gently pushed her off. Anna wiped her nose and sniffled despite not having a single tear on her face. She took in a deep breath and pouted.

"I know what happened was wrong, but I think I was labeled the bad guy without having a chance to defend myself.”

"Well, I wouldn't call shagging my lieutenant while I'm away as heroic."

And instead of owning up to her mistake, Anna blamed it on John as 'he was gone all of the time.' As John heard the woman's excuses, he couldn't believe that he ever loved her. Now that you gave him a small taste of love, despite it being just a facade, he realized that what he and Anna had was nothing close to it.

Anna placed a hand on his chest, interrupting John from his thoughts. "And now seeing you here as a successful captain, I can't help but feel bad for..." Oh, maybe she was going to apologize after all. "...pushing you into the arms of that slag out there." What. "A man like you deserves a classy woman. So tell you what, I'll come back and we can pick up where we left off." What.

Any affection he possibly still harbored for this woman completely disintegrated. He got in her face. "You watch your mouth," he spat out. "(Y/N) is and will always be a better woman than you. You really think I would entertain the likes of you again when I have literal perfection by my side." Before Anna could rebuttal, a loud shriek followed by a resonant slap rung through the apartment.

John immediately rushed back to find Murphy hunched over, hand on his cheek, and you next to him with your dress slightly disheveled.

"You fucking bitch," roared Murphy, lifting his hand to strike you. John ran forward and pinned the man against the table, holding him down by his neck. His heart broke when he saw tears welling in your eyes.

John looked at you and asked, "What happened?" He tried softening his voice, but he couldn't completely mask his anger. He felt horrible. This was all his fault.

"The fucking cunt here seduced me, that’s what happened," responded Murphy through bates breath.

Further pushing him down, John spat out, "I wasn't talking you." He asked you again. With a wobble in your voice, you shared how Murphy made a move on you. Despite denying him, he grabbed you and tried kissing you. Left with no choice, you slapped him across the face.

"Don't act all innocent. You were literally begging for it all night," fought Murphy. John was in disbelief. Was this really the man he admired all those years ago? Of course it was. This was the same man that stole his fiancée. Ready to pummel his face, he looked back at you one more time and immediately calmed down. You looked so broken. Not wanting to further aggravate you, he steered away from violence... for now.

John lifted up the man and threw him towards his wife. "Honestly, you two are perfect for one another," he spat out, venom clear in his voice. “Two muppets that think way too highly of themselves when they have no reason to.”

He grabbed you by the hand and continued, “you two are nothing compared to (Y/N). I don't even come close but everyday I try to be a better man just for her unlike you two who seem to get worse with every day. Don’t you dare come tomorrow or I’ll promise I'll make both of your lives a living hell.” And with that, John made his way out with you in hand.

“Oh please, who do you think you are?,” accused Murphy, following closely behind.

You turned around. You had enough. With fire in your eyes, you decided to spit back. “He might not be able to do anything but I promise you, I can and will. I have access to enough information to destroy anyone's life, especially low-lifes like yours. So don’t you dare insinuate that either of us are beneath either of you. Because at the end of the day, John is a great man and I am the successful woman right by his side. I know my and John’s worth and trust me, neither of you come close.”

“You bitch!” snarled Murphy as he lunged for you. It seemed that he forgot that John was still an active soldier as the SAS captain immediately threw a punch in his face. Anna rushed to the man as blood gushed out his nose. With that, you and John stepped out of that disgusting apartment.

— — —

The ride home was quiet. The only sign that your captain was alive was the gentle hold that he had on your hand. Occasionally, his thumb would rub your hand but when you would squeeze back in recognition, he would stop. His face was blank. But you knew your captain. He was probably taking the blame for the entire night which was far from the truth.

The ride up the elevator was also quiet. You snapped when it seemed like the walk to the rooms was going to be quiet too.

“Okay John, what’s wrong?”

Silence.

“John, I’m not going to play this game with you. Tell me what’s wrong?”

Price stopped. He opened his mouth but immediately shut it, hesitant to speak

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you pleaded, “John, please, talk to me.” Your captain hung his head down and began to talk.

“I’m sorry for putting you in that situation. I should have known better. They disrespected you and I—.”

You interrupted him. “John, you weren’t the one who disrespected. If anything you defended me and made sure I was okay.” You cradled his face. “So stop blaming yourself for the actions of others, okay?” John grunted in agreement, eyes looking down.

“John,” you warned. He looked you in your eyes.

“Fine,” he grumbled out. You laughed at his boyish antics.

In no time, you both reached your rooms that were side by side. Once inside, John Price would no longer be your fiancé. Before you entered your room, you called for him one last time.

“I just want you to know that I meant every word today. You really are the greatest man I know,” you said with a smile. You wanted to say more, tell him everything, but you knew you couldn’t. This would have to do. With that, you wished him a goodnight and slipped inside.

— — —

John walked in his room with a heavy heart.

Despite your praise, John didn’t consider himself a good man. A good man doesn’t pine after another man’s woman. Ghost truly was a lucky man. John just had to make do with having you so close but so far.

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Author’s Notes: First ever COD fanfic! Woot woot! I hope y'all enjoyed this. Let me know your thoughts! Imma be honest, everything I know about COD has been aquired through fanfic so if anything is wrong, oops. Also if this has been done before, please let me know as I genuinely didn't know.

Also super sorry for the lack of British/ Scottish accent in the characters. Literally have no clue on how to do it!

I'm still a pretty novice writer so advice and suggestions are always appreciated. I plan on writing more COD fics so if you're interested stick around.

#john price x reader #john price x y/n #john price x female reader #John price x poc!reader #John price x poc!fem reader #captain john price x reader #cod fanfic #john price fanfiction #cod x poc!reader #price x reader #call of duty fanfic

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rarazzioli · 21 days ago

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"Lover, please prepare for my absence."

pairing: Wilbur Cross / John Macnamara [Crossnamara]

wc: 3,181

summary: My own take on Wilbur entering the portal and what happened after (which will be in chapter 2)

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The date on the Muscle car-themed calendar read October 9th, 2005, circled with a neon green marker. The small office was dead silent, which on any other typical day would have been replaced with Wilbur making some sort of noise to fill it. Whether it be the humming or mumbled singing of a tune, or just talking to himself whilst doing boring paperwork. But no, today it was silent. Colonel Wilbur J. Cross was sitting alone, feet kicked up and resting on the top of his desk, hands clasped in his lap as he stared off into space at the fan blades spinning around the ceiling.

Today was the day. After years of research, after 32 (almost 33) counted failures. . .This was the day P.E.I.P. stepped through that portal into the Black and White. Of course, when it came to the question of who would be the lucky duck to go into the unknown, Wilbur volunteered without another thought. This was something he had worked on for years, he'd be a damned fool to not go. All this work to let someone else take the glory? Yeah, fat fucking chance. Mostly everyone on the team was with him on it, of course. . .except one.

The one person who didn’t agree, however, was John. He never said it, of course not. This was John B. Macnamara for Pete's sake. But Wilbur knew him well enough, though, to be able to detect he wasn’t as on board with it as he was presenting himself to be. The slight tensing of his jaw whenever the subject was brought about was already a pretty big hint. Of course He understood and appreciated John’s worries, but he was a big boy; he could handle himself just fine. Thank ya very much.

It was all worth it, he told himself that for the past 3 weeks while the team was finishing things up. finding any imperfections and going through codes and plans of action. The chance to unveil the mysteries lurking beyond the veil of reality, all just within arms reach. He was, of course. . .aware of the potential setbacks; the portal could malfunction while he was on the other side. Trapping him there for who the hell knows how long, he might not even come back. Yet, in the face of that giant wall of uncertainty, He felt an undeniable pull of sorts, a tug to go through with it. Someone had to take the plunge, Somebody's gotta do it, might as well be him-

“Colonel Cross, Sir?" A muffled voice and a knock came on his office door, disrupting him from his thoughts. He knew that voice anywhere, Speak of the devil.

"C'mon in."

After a beat, the door cracked open, and peeking in was John, his longer hair tied up in a bun under his black barrette. It had been his fashion statement for a while, he looked good in it that was for sure. Wilbur took a moment to admire the person he was looking at. Broad shoulders, steady posture, the world's most captivating eyes. Hooo boy, what a sight, a sight he'd always remember. A smirk worked its way onto the Colonel's face as he stared, watching as John snapped a salute, his expression was serious and unwavering, blue-grey eyes locked straight on Wilbur. yet somehow seemed to be looking through him.

Wilbur sighed and rolled his eyes, a mixture of exasperation and fondness washing over him. John was always the more serious of the two. Wilbur could count on his hands and feet how many times he told John when they were alone this type of stuff wasn't required, or hell even wanted. But Macnamara was always a "by-the-book" type of man, professional when he didn't need to be. Hell, Wilbur could say he was a bit jealous; he couldn't be that serious if he tried. He had tried to get him to lighten up a little and to take a breather. But that dog won’t hunt, as his mother would say. Wilbur didn't know if he'd like it any other way though.

“At ease, John.” Wilbur sarcastically drawled, giving a lazy salute in return. After a moment of hesitation, John relaxed his stance if only just slightly. "Everything is ready for your Mission, Colonel. It's time." John informed in that professional voice of his. Tone firm and unwavering. Wilbur clicked his tongue, letting out a soft sigh. "Ya don't gotta call me Colonel, it's jus' us here."

John said nothing, moving his gaze down to a spare chair in the corner of the room. It lazily held a few casual-looking clothes, at least compared to the uniforms he and the Colonel were in now. He could see a plain black T-shirt there, not being able to see much of the decal but being able to make out the word "Sinatra". Which didn't surprise him within the slightest, Wilbur loved listening to Frank Sinatra.. He also loved singing along to the songs whenever he got the chance. John knew that from personal experience, listening to him sing along to his favorite CD. Snapping his fingers, doing. . .very overdramatic shoulder shimmies and hand gestures. Not that John ever minded.. But that's why, typically, when they went anywhere together, John had to drive. His focus on the clothes and memories was short-lived, however, when the sound of a chair pushing backwards came from where Wilbur was before. As well as the cracking of bones. Wilbur had gotten up from his resting spot at his desk, walking over to John and glancing up at him. Always being just a tad bit shorter, by 2 inches exactly.

"C'mon Johnny, I'll be fine. I'll be in an' out, like clockwork. Ya won't even be able to miss me." He reassured, offering a lopsided grin, attempting to reassure his-. . .subordinate that all would be well. But it didn't seem to do much. John stayed silent, his jaw tense and his gaze transparent. So he was gonna be like this, huh?

Wilbur knew time was of the essence. He could already imagine the eager faces surrounding him as soon as he stepped out of here. Awaiting for the moment he walks into that room, puts on that suit, and makes history. He then glanced down at his watch, the time saying 11:23 AM. . .After a moment, he took a long breath and made a choice.

He had time. He always had time for John.

He brought a hand to John's face and held it. His grin softening to a sweeter smile. This was one of the few times they had truly been actually alone together in the past few eventful weeks leading up to today. There was so much to prepare, to check, to prep. Being able to just. . .be, was strictly out of schedule.

"I know you're worried, but I'll be fine-"

"You don't know that for sure." John interjected, his voice not angry but not short of any firmness. He was tired of Wilbur insisting he'd be 100% okay. He was smarter than that, John was smarter than that. They both know there was chances of things going wrong. Both knew that there was a small chance of never seeing each other again. John wasn't sure if he could even handle that thought being in his head, let alone it happening in reality. "Anything could happen while you're in there. What if-"

He was cut off by Wilbur's lips meeting his, the familiar pressure shutting him up within an instant. John's hand almost instinctively found itself at the middle of his superior's back, pressing him closer as the warmth of the kiss made his chest swell. They held that position for a moment before the Colonel broke it off, chuckling as he watched John's face go a slightly redder tint as he looked away and brought a hand to his face in an attempt to hide it.

"We're at work. Someone could have walked in and seen."

"Oh please, people round here know better than to barge into my office. Besides, you know you enjoyed that. I did." Wilbur purred, smirking at the other man as he let out a sigh and continued his point.

"But, seriously, Hun. There ain't any what-ifs, okay? We did a whole shit-ton of checkin', I'll be fine." The Colonel restated, flashing a grin. After a long moment, John let out a breath. He still didn't trust things, not sure if he'd ever would. That kiss only solidified that. This was why he was so afraid. What if that was the last time they kissed? The last time they could hold one another? But. . .Wilbur seemed to confident, so happy. Who was he to not trust that damned smile? After what felt like forever, John sighed and smiled. "Okay, I believe you." Which earned him another kiss, this time planted on his cheek.

"You damn well should! I'm many things, sweetheart, but a liar ain't one of them." Wilbur nodded, then brought his attention to the dog tags hanging around John's neck. Both of which displaying his name and other important information. Wilbur then looked down at his own chest, his own tags sitting by the collar of his shirt, partially hidden under it. A small idea popped into his head as he took off the silver chain and laid it on his desk. "Gimme your tags, John." He said simply, not really asking.

"My. . .tags?" John slowly repeated, earning a nod from Wilbur. After a beat of hesitation, he followed orders and took it off. The Colonel accepted John's necklace, switching one of his tags with one of John's. He then secured his chain before draping it back around his neck. With a nod of camaraderie, he handed John's necklace back " and there ya have it, now you got a lil' piece of me to keep with ya while I'm in there. And I'll have a lil' piece of you." Wilbur said, flashing John a grin as he flicked the tags on his chest, the two pieces of metal jingling in response.

John stared for a moment, looking at the two tags in his hand. Then back to the Colonel, then back to the tags again. Oh how he loved him. He smiled and chuckled, putting the necklace back onto his neck. "Thank you, Wil."

Wilbur nodded, stepping back and checking the time again. ". . .Ah shit, I gotsta to wrap things up in here. I'll meet cha out there, kay Johnny?"

John gave an affirmative hum, giving yet another salute as he made his way to the door. Pausing right as his hand touched the doorknob, he turned back to look at-. . .the Colonel. Opening his mouth as if he was going to say more before promptly shutting it and walking out. The door gave a soft click.

And there Wilbur was. . .alone again.

He let out a long sigh, recollecting himself and focusing on the inevitable task ahead. He put the papers he was working on a few hours ago back into their proper folder. Going over to the standing mirror, he looked himself up and down, staring at the shine his silver dog tags were giving off in the light. He smiled at his reflection, running a hand through his hair and giving himself finger guns. Clicking his tongue.

Knock 'em dead, Cross, knock 'em dead.

. . .

Once he was inside the portal room, he was instantly prepped and polished for his big debut. His more comfortable clothes (Least by his standards) being swapped with a more rubbery, tight-textured body suit and boots. He overheard multiple scientists and specialists surrounding him, collaborating with one another while triple-checking for any imperfections. None of the words really registered to him, as he was barely listening. Instead becoming lost in his thoughts again as he let them do their thing.

This was it. He had come to that realization not even 45 minutes ago in his office, but by god was it more of a bombshell now. this was it. his final moments in reality, at least till he came back.

He looked down at the helmet tucked up under his arm, his own reflection staring back at him. He didn't look as happy as he should have been, that was for sure. He wasn't certain why. This was a success, he had been working on this portal for years. Countless sleepless nights checking the math and running tests. Yet he didn't feel as excited as he did before. It was like being pumped to ride a roller coaster and then getting a bad case of the jitters just before you get on. But this wasn't a roller coaster, and he wasn't an amusement park guest.

"Colonel, are you ready?" one scientist asked, her kind eyes looking into his. He blinked, staring stupidly for a moment as if he had a hearing delay and only heard it, 5 seconds later. Quickly, he shook his head and cleared his throat. "Ah- Yes. Yes Ma'am I am." he gave a small smile, earning one back as she stepped aside so he could move forwards into the main section of the portal room. Of course containing the portal. He let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding and stepped inside. Gazing up at the rather large machine he directed the creation of, he could clearly see the portal was powered down at the moment. The grey and black metal constructing the border somehow looked more imposing than he remembered. As if they were giant metallic gods, looming over him and watching his every move. Pretty funny thought, huh?

He stepped in front of it, before snapping his gaze upwards. Above the portal room was the control room, which he was just in moments ago, suiting up. Tempered, protective glass shielded the people inside as they flipped controls and pushed buttons. Talking with each other about things Wilbur couldn't hear.

He looked to the other side of the room, where the viewing room was. It was also protected by glass, and instead of people pushing buttons, he met eyes with people he knew, eagerly watching him. A few privates he had been training beforehand, the General, and a few others he couldn't quite put names to the faces of.

The only person in that room who mattered to him was John, who was staring right at him. His tension was palpable even from a distance. His fist clenching the two tags on his neck, Wilbur was half worried John would snap the chain right off. Wilbur stared at him, their eyes meeting. He gave a smile, not that it seemed to help at all. But it was better than nothing, right? He hated seeing how John looked, he hated knowing how worried he was for him. The only thing he'd be able to do to comfort him of course, was to return home safe.

The portal powered on with a loud clang, the atmosphere immediately changing temperatures. Had it always done that? Wilbur ignored the cold biting at his skin even though the suit he was wearing. He wasn't going to get all chicken now due to tempatures. No no no. As the portal powered itself, the wall behind the empty portal border became blocked. Instead, bright lights consisting of many different colors swirled within it. Pink, Yellow, Purple, Blue, and the most prominent color. . .Green. Wilbur liked green, it was his favorite color. Somehow seeing the color now was comforting. The lights moving around the otherwise dimly lit room, dancing around and reflecting off the black suit he was in. The walls the lights bounced to looking right out of a planetarium. He had been to a few in his life, the stars always mesmerised him. Hell, he could recall loving them even as a kid.

A faint memory popped in his mind off falling asleep in one once when his mom took him. She loved bringing that up for a good while. Hm, he hadn't spoken to his mom in a while being busy and all. He'll give her a call when he comes back.

Wilbur took a breath and popped on the Helmet, fastening it till it clicked into place. As soon as he did, he heard a sort of static. It was a radio, the feedback for a moment before becoming coherent. “Colonel Cross? Can you hear me?" A voice popped in, the radio's quality wasn't too bad considering the time but he still had to strain to be able to comprehend what he was being told. "Yessir, I can hear ya-. . .loud and clear." "Very good. Sir, you are free to advance.” That was his cue to step in. He knew that. Yet. . .he couldn't bring his legs to get a move on. It was slowly dawning on him just what he was about to do. He was about to do the one thing nobody else in history has done before. His chest tightened a bit, a certain ringing going on in his ears. Christ, how come you never truly think too hard about things until you go and do them? Was mighty inconvenient that's for sure.

"Colonel?" . . .The voice in his right ear felt far. Almost muted as he stared into the lights, almost getting dizzy with watching the swirls moving in on themself. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he forced himself to take a deep breath. Get a hold of your damn self.

"Colonel? Do you need a moment?" . . .He wished he could touch his dog tags. Or be able to run a hand through his hair. He usually did that to try and calm down when stressed or. . .scared. Yet he could do neither of these things; the only thing he could do was stare and breathe. Okay. . . Okay, stop being a coward, Cross. You've done too much to freeze up now. You're gonna be fine. You had to be. For John's sake. When you get home, you're gonna go out and have a nice dinner. You can share a drink, and when you get home, you can kiss him silly and go to bed. All you have to do is step forward.

"Colo-"

"I hear ya, I hear ya, I'm going. Hold your damn horses." He replied at last, his tone more snappy than intended. He took another breath and took a step towards the portal. A beat. . .Then, another. Soon, he was face to face with the glowing gateway. He could feel a certain shift in the air once he got close, as if he was being beckoned inside. Pulled in by some type of force. Or maybe that was just his mind. He looked over to the viewing room once more, catching John's eye. Mustering all his courage to give a wink and smile, he could only hope John could see it.

He took one large inhale, and closed his eyes. "And here we go." He mumbled, stepping forward and going to the other side.

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I also posted this on A03!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64820683/chapters/166585831

Give it a kudos or something there idk. Also going to post chapter 2. . .eventually? Probably once school let's out or something. might be awhile, apologies!!

#haven't written a fic in ages so this might be dogass hicc #razz's art #hatchetfield #starkid #hatchetverse #wilbur cross #hatchetfield universe #uncle wiley #general john macnamara #john macnamara #general macnamara #my fic #starkid hatchetfield #hatchetfield fanfic #crossnamara #macnacross #applewatch #how many ship names do these fuckers have oh my GOD

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hannahhook7744 · 2 months ago

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The Invisible Truth' Au Characters (Final);

Luryder’s Kid:

Laurencio 'Luis' Agustín Nattura Madrigal (9 years old by d3. Student at the Encanto's only public school and member of the junior fútbol team—he wants to be an actor, an acting teacher, a coach, or a professional athlete when he grows up. Tough, Cool headed, athletic, sweet, hardworking, strong, fierce, confident, good-natured, steady under pressure, studious, determined, adaptable, a total mama’s boy, brave when needed, and good at acting/pretending when it's required of him. He has the gift of Teleportation. He is single and is friends with Pink Hearts, Red Hearts, Chloe Charming, Couper Hearts, Robbie Hood, Hazel Hook, Felix Facilier, Squeaky and Squirmy Smee, the Badun Detective Agency—including their protégés—, and Max Hatter).

Bruno's Kid:

Maisey Gaillardia Gothel-Enriquez (Soon to be Madrigal)(8 years old by d3. Homeschooled and isolated biological daughter of Roberto Enriquez and Esther Eloise Dame Gothel {Mother Gothel} who was purposely kept from her siblings by her mother who wants to be an artist or athlete when she's older. Shy, quiet, anxious, curious, creative, energetic, stealthy, clingy, fearful, loyal, playful, clever, fun loving, active/athletic, warm, slightly vain, skeptical, deceptive, overprotective, and conflict avoidant. She has the gift of superspeed. Future girlfriend of Trixie Earwicket of Wonderland. Friends with her siblings, her cousins, Trixie Earwicket of Wonderland, Princess Zellie Fitzgerald of Corona, Princess Meadow Fitzgerald of Corona, Undine ‘Uryn’ Athanisou-Le Fay, Gabriel LeGume-Bellerose-Helfrich, Amelia Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, the Smee Twins, Prince Zaahir Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah, Prince Joon Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah, Felix Facilier, Maxwell 'Max' Hatter, Robinson 'Robbie' Hood of Locksley, the three youngest Hearts siblings, Princess Chloe Charming of Cinderellasburg, Hazel Hook, and the Badun Detective Agency—including their protégés).

More Love Interests:

Mateo Desiderio Erasmus Foulfellow (18 years old by d3. Student at Madam Mim's School of Magic, Member of the Underground Drama Club, Member of the Doomball Team, Member of the Lost Revenge Crew—Uma’s Crew—, Con Artist, Guitarist and Lead singer of the band ‘Dark Devotion’ who wants to be a voice actor when he grows up. Adoptive son of Honest John and Gideon. Sly, clever, crafty, stealthy, furgile, very fiery when pissed off to a large degree, cautious, anxious, overprotective, mischievous and playful with those he knows well, extremely loyal, loving, manipulative when needed, perspective, tired, adventurous, exasperated, creative, and practical. He doesn't have a gift or magic but was able to scam his way into the Witch School alongside his siblings due to his craftiness. Future boyfriend of Glenn Gothel. Friends with everyone in Uma's crew and slowly becoming friends with the Madrigal Family as well Clumsy Cullen Mim and Princess Noelle Lot of Dunwyn).

Orlie Endora Marsh of Morva (16 years old by d3. Student at Madam Mim's School of Magic, Member of Wicked Beauties Club, Member of the Lost Revenge Crew—Uma’s Crew—, and occasional singer and ocarinist of the band ‘Dark Devotion’ who wants to be an Astrologist, a Toxicology, or a Phytotoxicology when she grows up: she, like Gigi Gothel, is almost always able to get what is needed from the Mims. She’s one of the few people that some of the Mims will listen to. Also one of the few people who can handle the more…dangerous…plants of the isle. Daughter of Orddu the Witch of Morva. Stubborn, crafty, tricky, shifty, moody, hardworking, curious, seemingly apathetic, nature loving, calm, serene, patient, caring, occasionally snarky, spiritual, passionate about her interests, musically inclined, slightly manipulative, and a people reader with a green thumb. She doesn’t have a gift and can’t do spells but she’s very intune with nature, and the spirit world, and very knowledgeable about poisons, potions, spellwork, magical theory, astrology, astronomy, and most aspects of the supernatural. Future girlfriend of Mason Gothel. Friends with everyone in Uma's crew and slowly becoming friends with the Madrigal Family as well as Theo Baker, Taran Baker, Owena Marsh, Seth White, Bradley Igthorn-Bane, Shaldor ‘Homicide’ Le Fay, Morven ‘Mimpathy’ Morven, Farley-Fletcher Fflam, Princess Scarlet Carmelo-Bluefairy, and Prince Carter Carmelo-Bluefairy {though those last two take awhile to happen}).

Manu Batson of the Isle (15, almost 16, by d3. Student at Serpent Prep, member of the Lost Revenge crew—Uma’s Crew—, and member of the Rat Trapping, Competitive Lifting Club, Shark Swim Team, and Croc Wrestling Clubs—he wants to be a dance instructor or competitive bodybuilder when he grows up. Genderfluid child of Matangi. Weird, aloof, easygoing, lovable, loud, artsy, energetic, brave, spacey, determined, diligent, chaotic, reckless, impulsive, playful, unpredictable, hardworking, impatient, messy, fun loving, loyal, affectionate, organized, athletic, and good at multitasking. He doesn’t have a gift but he does have the abilities of his mother: he can control bats, fly, and scale walls, and he has enhanced agility, endurance, and reflexes. Future partner of Rory Madrigal and friends with the Gothel Twins, Gil LeGume, Mateo Foulfellow, Ruthie Boggs, Morty of the Ancient Kingdom of Ruin, and really just the rest of The Lost Revenge Crew in General).

Piper Neverscales (14 years old by d3. Student at Neverland Academy and member of the Swim Team—she wants to be a jeweler when she grows up. She is a mermaid. Shy, sarcastic, creative, lonely at times, rightfully bitter at times, misunderstood, bit of a scaredy cat sometimes, trusting, brave when it counts, truthful, and stubborn. She doesn't have a gift but she does have the powers of a mermaid as she is one— i.e breathing underwater, shapeshifting, advanced reflexes/durability, etc. Future girlfriend of Ligera Guzmán Madrigal and friends with Peter Pan, many of the Neverland fairies, many of the Neverland mermaids, the lost children, the never girls, and Tulip Rossi).

Nabila Heartfang of Kumandra (13 years old by d3. Transfer student at the Imperial Academy and member of both the Tourney & R.O.A.R teams—she wants to be a wildlife conservationist or a professional athlete when she grows up. Daughter of Raya of Heart and Princess Namaari of Fang. Playful, wild, loyal, friendly, kind, sneaky, hardworking, determined, street smart, athletic, open minded, honest, mystical, altruistic, brave, impulsive, perspective, headstrong, adventurous, trusting, and adaptable. She doesn't have a gift or power but she's very skillful in sword fighting and tourney. Future girlfriend of Hugo Madrigal Prepon and is friends with Bobby Hood, Tiger Peony, Yi-min, Bashful Jr, Herkie Athanasiou, Taylor Porter, imperial academy Tourney and R.O.A.R team members, and the animal loving and sporty Madrigals).

Henrique Eligio de la Cruz (12 and ½ years old by d3. Student at The Serpent Preparatory School for the Education of Miscreants or Serpent Prep, for short—he wants to be a professional athlete, graphic designer, or animator when he grows up. Son of Ernesto de la Cruz. Musically un-inclined, friendly, athletic, creative, artistic, fun loving, hard working, determined, snarky, loyal, lonely, clever, charming, giving, charismatic, angry, somewhat bitter, and embarrassed by his father and his actions. He doesn't have a gift or power unless you include being ridiculously horrible at any and all types of music. Future boyfriend of Mariana Rivera Madrigal and is friends with Princess Solana Castillo Flores-Núñez of Avalor, Marisol Rivera Madrigal, Marcelo Rivera Madrigal, Hugo Madrigal Prepon, Leta Guzmán Madrigal, Belinda Nattura Madrigal, Carlos Madrigal Prepon, Nabila of Kumandra,Garanwyn Ceinfarfog of Camelot, Gronosis Ceinfarfog of Camelot, and Piper Neverscales).

Gronosis Ceinfarfog of Camelot (12 years old by d3. Student at Merlin Academy and Member of the Drama Club—he wants to be a set designer, a knight of the round table, a puppeteer, or an actor when he grows up. He is the son of Sir Kay and Fabiana Vitelli. Mischievous, intense, energetic, creative, easily excitable, mature when needed, charismatic, ambitious, boyish, approachable, clever, reckless, considerat, adaptable, and breezy. He doesn't have a gift or power or any kind but he's rather skilled in acting, jousting, and sword fighting. Future boyfriend of Marisol Rivera Madrigal and is friends with his twin brother, his sisters, Artie Pendragon, Everard of Camelot, Dragonet of Camelot, Maria Hood, Barbara Hood, Tulip Rossí, Agathera the dragon, Mariana Rivera Madrigal, Bart Hood, Barry Hood, and Marcelo Rivera Madrigal).

Tapeesa Berenstain (12 years old by d3. Student at Auradon Prep and member of the Archery club, Jousting club, choir, and track team—she wants to be an archaeologist or a stunt woman when she grows up. Daughter of Kenai and Nita. Brave, athletic, charismatic, resilient, graceful, adaptable, playful, adrenaline-seeking, determined, curious, strong-willed, persistent, loyal, detail oriented, and helpful. Has the ability to turn into a bear and the ability to understand what animals are saying. Future girlfriend of Leta Guzmán Madrigal and friends with Aroha of Motunui, Wick Wing, Amy Radcliffe, Tyra, Min, Chao, Jeanette Frollo, Kaida & Kaiyah & Nabila Heartfang of Kumandra, Katalina and Cesare of the Kuzcovoan Empire, and Princess Carolina Westergaard la Bouf of the Southern Isles).

Princess Solana Castillo Flores-Núñez of Avalor (11 and ½ years old by d3. Student at the Science Academy who wants to be an alchemist, inventor, engineer, or some other kind of scientist when she grows up. Daughter of Queen Elena Castillo Flores and General Gabe Núñez. Friendly, quiet, tolerant, gentle, caring, headstrong, observant, resilient, curious, patient, quick to anger, trusting, creative, and a bit reckless when it comes to her tinkering. She has the power of mediumship (turns out that particular power is hereditary). Future girlfriend of Marcelo Rivera Madrigal and is friends with Eleanor Bluefairy-Carmelo of Llyr, Mariana Rivera Madrigal, Marisol Rivera Madrigal, Henrique de la Cruz, Dragonet, and a few other students at the Science Academy).

Aroha of Motunui (10, almost 11, years old by d3. Homeschooled—he wants to be an engineer when he grows up. Son of Loto. Sweet, a little cocky, competitive, athletic, energetic, impulsive, laid back, playful, friendly, patient, hardworking, brainy, quirky, loyal, family oriented, gentle, self restrained, mature when it's required of him, and all about fair play. He doesn't have a gift or any power. Future boyfriend of Silvia Nattura Madrigal and friends with Diana Darling, Vania of Motunui, Tapeesa Berenstain, Wick Wing, Tasi of Motunui, Kamalani of Maui’s Island, and Zara of Maui’s Island).

Ace Spade McCard of Wonderland (9 years old by d3. Homeschooled—he wants to be a party planner or a detective when he grows up. Nephew of one the Card Soldiers of Wonderland. Sneaky, organized, rule-breaking, rebellious, carefree, unrelenting, athletic, quick-witted, loyal, observant, fun-loving, mischievous, brave, defiant, cautious, secretive, talented, affectionate, and proud. He doesn’t have a gift or any powers. Future boyfriend of Laurencio 'Luis' Nattura Madrigal and friends with Chester Catty-Cheshire of Wonderland, Red Hearts, Dayana Espionsa Madrigal, Chloe Charming, The Badun Detective Agency, The Smee Twins, The Hood Brothers, Pink Hearts, Felix Facilier, Gloria Borbón, José Madrigal Prepon, Avila Marquez Madrigal, and The Hatter Brothers).

Chester Clarence Catty-Cheshire of Wonderland (9 years old by d3. Homeschooled—he wants to have his own puppet show, a comedian, a party planner, or be a detective when he grows up. Son of the Cheshire Cat. Curious, hyperactive, athletic, sneaky, emotional, mysterious, mischievous, impulsive, chatty, rebellious, adaptive, friendly, helpful, witty, stealthy, anxious, compassionate, and nosey. He doesn’t have a gift but he has the power of invisibility. Future boyfriend of José Madrigal Prepon and Vania of Motunui, and friends with Ace McCard of Wonderland, Avila Marquez Madrigal, Dayana Espinosa Madrigal, Pink Hearts,The Smee Twins, Felix Facilier, The Hatter Brothers, Robbie Hood, Laurencio ‘Luis’ Nattura Madrigal, and the Badun Detective Agency).

Trixie Earwicket-Hightopp of Wonderland (9 years old by d3. Student at Wonderland Elementary, Member of the Croquet Little League Team, and Member of the Art Club. Step daughter of Tarrant Hightopp and Silky Hatter and biological daughter of Thackery Earwicket. Eccentric, energetic, playful, somewhat unpredictable, artistic/creative, athletic, anxious, shy, warm, loyal, clingy, curious, loud, reserved, noisey, mostly well mannered, gentle, somewhat polite, impulsive, skeptical of authority figures, impatient, motivated, confident, trusting, adaptable, somewhat disciplined, and full of wonder. She doesn't have a gift but plays by wonderland physics/logic to the bafflement of every non-Wonderlandians. Future girlfriend of Maisey Gothel-Enriquez {soon to be Madrigal}. Friends with Laurencio 'Luis' Nattura Madrigal, Maisey Gothel-Enriquez, Princess Zellie Fitzgerald of Corona, Princess Meadow Fitzgerald of Corona, Undine ‘Uryn’ Athanisou-Le Fay, Gabriel LeGume-Bellerose-Helfrich, Amelia Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, the Smee Twins, Prince Zaahir Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah, Prince Joon Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah, Felix Facilier, Maxwell 'Max' Hatter, Robinson 'Robbie' Hood of Locksley, the three youngest Hearts siblings, Princess Chloe Charming of Cinderellasburg, Hazel Hook, and the Badun Detective Agency—including their protégés).

Vania of Motunui (7, almost 8, years old by d3. Homeschooled—she wants to be an astronaut or a space cadet when she grows up. Adoptive daughter of Moana. Shy, timid, playful when she gets to know you, kind, self-conscious, strong-willed, independent, selfless, proud, determined, sneaky, curious, resourceful, adventurous, thoughtful, mature, observant, gentle, diligent, organized, and good at multitasking. She doesn't have a gift or any powers. Future girlfriend of José Madrigal Prepon and Chester Catty-Cheshire of Wonderland, and friends with Avila Marquez Madrigal, Dayana Espinosa Madrigal, and Kamalani of Maui’s Island).

Kamalani of Maui’s Island (7, almost 8, years old by d3. Homeschooled—he wants to be a pilot when he grows up. Son of Maui. Cool, calm, collected, easygoing, patient, quiet, friendly, level headed and mature when it counts, confrontational, generous, humble, aquaphobia, insecure when it comes to his dad and water only, occasionally stoic, rational, mindful, and curious. Future boyfriend of Vera Rivera Madrigal and friends with Christina Bones, Blue Veronica Rossí, Vania of Motunui, José Madrigal Prepon, Chester Catty-Cheshire of Wonderland, Avila Marquez Madrigal, Dayana Espinosa Madrigal, Ace Spade McCard of Wonderland, and Zara of Maui’s Island).

Gloria Borbón (6 years old by d3. Student at the Encanto's only public school and she doesn't have a job but she's always dreamed of being a special effects/makeup artist, a pilot, or a forensic anthropologist. Mischievous, clumsy, reserved, smarter than average, persistent, squamous, realist, adventurous, anxious, sweet, somewhat honest, passive, hardworking, and curious. She doesn't have a gift or power but she's very skillful in her hobbies of choice. Future girlfriend of Avila Marquez Madrigal and is friends with José Madrigal Prepon, Dayana Espinosa Madrigal, Laurencio 'Luis' Nattura Madrigal, and Blue Veronica Rossí).

Luz Birdwell-Pepikrankenitz of the Kuzcovoan Empire (5 years old by d3. Student at the Kuzcovoan Junior Academy, a camper at Camp Chippamunka, and a member of the girl scouts—she wants to be a pottery maker when she grows up. Daughter of Kronker ‘Kronk’ Pepikrankenitz and Miss Erika Birdwell. Sassy, sarcastic, judgemental, playful, energetic, confident, confrontational, kind hearted, courageous, competitive, helpful, loyal, mischievous, dedicated, curious, creative, crafty, and charming. Future girlfriend of Renata Rivera Madrigal and friends with Karina Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, Fabian Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, Lena Cove, Blue Veronica Rossi, Samantha Cove, Katalina and Cesare of the Kuzcovoan Empire, Jeanette Frollo, Princess Carolina Westergaard la Bouf of the Southern Isles, The Tremaine-Westergaard Triplets, and Christina Bones).

Lucero Guadalupe Alcaraz Sánchez (4 and ½ years old by d3. They're not in school or employed yet because he's too little but he does want to be the star of an animal/adventure show when he grows up, since he likes both adventuring and animals. Son of one of the Encanto's chefs and the Encanto's unofficial veterinarian. Loud, wild, impulsive, surprisingly gentle, abrasive, adventurous, boyish, ambitious, funny, daring, friendly, free thinking, and hearty. He doesn't have a power or gift of any kind but he's very energetic and never seems to run out of it. Future partner of Giovanni Espinosa Madrigal and is friends with Micha Rivera, Ballard ‘North’ Nattura, Lena Cove, Karina Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, and Fabian Collodi-Rossi-Liddell).

Tasi of Motunui (4 years old by d3. Not in school yet—but he wants to be a gravedigger when he grows up. Adoptive son of Moana. Shy, curious, clueless, reckless, impulsive, danger-prone, affectionate, sweet, friendly, odd, clingy, cuddly, unassuming, oblivious, sensitive, brave, clumsy, gullible, resilient, and slow to trust others. Future boyfriend of Amada Nattura Madrigal and friends with Karina Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, Fabian Collodi-Rossi-Liddell, Princess Carolina Westergaard la Bouf of the Southern Isles, Giovanni Refugio Espinosa Madrigal, The Tremaine-Westergaard Triplets, Aroha of Motunui, Kamalani of Maui’s Island, Vania of Motunui, Luz Birdwell-Pepikrankenitz of the Kuzcovoan Empire, Micha Rivera, Ballard ‘North’ Nattura, and Tinzen Bell).

Rowan Rossí (6 months old by d3. He's not in school or employed because he's a baby. Colicky, clingy, squirmy, stubborn, curious, moody, not easily pleased, adventurous, and intense. Has the ability to turn into a donkey like his dad due to some leftover magical residue in his dad's DNA from Pleasure Island. Future boyfriend of Javier Guzmán Madrigal and is friends with his siblings, his cousins, Eloise Bluefairy-Carmelo of Llyr, and Juan Madrigal).

#encanto #encanto au #descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #descendants encanto au #encanto descendants #the invisible truth #the invisible truth au #crossovers #encanto next gen #original characters #etc

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gomzwrites · 1 year ago

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*brush dust away* hello hi, just wanted to drop this here, okay bye

Stress Relief

contains smut(18+), minors do not interact

Pairing: John Price x fem!reader

Tags: this is just smut, plot what plot, consent check, nickname used, rough oral sex, cunnilingus, deepthroating, deepthroating with a surprise, praise kink, dirty talk, xfem!reader, use of y/n, mention of female anatomy, use of cunt, established relationship, probably shit grammar and English

Reader's text is in purple

side note: writer is insane, writer also have no idea how to end a smut fic, writer haven't write in forever and decided to do it in a random Sunday morning unprovoked

Something had been bothering Price. Whether it was the ever-increasing pile of paperwork on his desk or that incessant buzz echoing precisely every 7.5 seconds next door, it had been getting on his nerves.

He released his grip on his hair, ruffling it in an attempt to make it look more presentable. As if the bangs hanging low on his forehead were somehow professional.

“Fuck,” He mumbled under his breath, rubbing the crease between his eyebrows as he lets out a long sigh.

A cigar would have been perfect at this moment.

Well, it would have been.

The drawers he pulled out revealed nothing but dust; he had forgotten to top up his favorite since the last mission. He grumbled, slamming the drawers shut as he leaned back in his chair. The chair creaked under his weight as he closed his eyes, trying to level this annoyance out of his system.

Drowning himself in work could help, except that's what he had been doing for the past six hours (or more—time was a figment of imagination at this point with the overwhelming tasks at hand). Another long sigh escaped him, less frustration and more exasperation.

The door opened, and he didn't even need to lift his head up to know who entered.

Bad timing. Or perhaps, great timing?

“Someone’s grumpy today,” She mused, patting off the dust from her pants as she leaned over the chair and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Not a good time,” he mumbled back, sighing as he gestured to the desk filled with papers, as if that were the cause rather than the visible annoyance signaling his state of mind.

“You ever had a good time when you’re in the office?” she replied, spinning his chair around to face him, smiling as she tilted her head towards him.

“You forgot, didn't you?” He raised his brows, watching as she gently nudged the lower drawer with her right foot, knowing where his cigars were. He sighed and nodded in acknowledgment, the lack of the familiar scent of tobacco in the room probably gave it away.

“How ‘bout tea? Did you even eat anything?” She asked, turning her attention to the reports on his desk, bending forward to grab a few papers and reading them. Price observes, eyes tracing her curves as he hummed.

“Not really hungry,” he croaked out, sounding more strained than it needed to be.

She picked up on it, of course she did, glancing at him over her shoulder as she remained bent on his desk, eyes staring at his blues as she whispers.

“Perhaps you’re hungry for…something else…” she whispered, an offer.

He debated on whether he should give in, it’s not unusual for their exchange to end in heated kisses and lingering marks.

She helped him decide, turning around and getting herself on his table, crossing her legs as she reached her leg out, resting her heels on his thigh, just barely brushing against his length that was already half hard.

“Should have a proper meal every day, Captain,” she smirked, trailing her eyes over his pants and up to his face, seeing the way his beard shifts.

She liked seeing the effect she had on him.

“Telling me how to eat now, darlin'?” he moves closer, rousing up from his seat, grabbing her foot in the process and conveniently prying it to the side.

“Spread yourself for me”

A blush spread across her cheeks as something coiled in her belly, nodding as she does as he told.

“Atta, girl….” he grumbles, slotting himself between as he reaches out to run his finger over the back of her head, leaning in to kiss his forehead. A small moment of softness, before his hand gripped on the strands slightly, forcing a gasp out of her. “Take it off”

His palm rest beside her thigh, eyes never leaving hers as she takes off her pants as quickly as she could, the fabric drops to the floor with a soft thump.

“Fuck, look at you,” he purrs, running his knuckles over her panties. “Already so wet for me, huh?” he chuckles low, pressing the nub as she jots, a small moan leaving her soft lips, lips he devoured before she could reply.

“I would’ve rub it real nice and slow to see you squirm under me, but not today” he mumbles into her lips as he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “Today….I need to have my meal, like what you said, hm?”

He growls, sitting back on his chair as he holds her thighs and places it on his shoulder, his hot breath fanning against the soaked panties, leaning down to press the flat of his tongue on it, feeling her stifled whimper as her hands reach over to grab his hair.

“Hands to yourself, y/n” His voice is muffled, but still heavy with the authority that makes her head go dizzy, letting go his strands as she shifts, resting it on his desk instead.

“Good girl…”

That earned a finger swiped over her sex, rubbing that sensitive lil clit before he slides the panty off, bunching it into his pocket as his finger glide along the folds, easing it to open for him as she smirked.

“Such a pretty lil thing, you’re practically glistening, eager much are you?”

He mumbles, felt like that was meant for her cunt instead of her, pushing in his finger lazily, before pulling it off to lick the juices off, sucking the slick from the skin.

Her legs spread wider, hips moving closer to his lips, needy. He suppose he’ll let it pass this time, pressing his tongue on her entrance finally, lapping loudly around the folds, hungry for each drop.

She bites back a moan, gasping and whimpering as his head dive deeper between her legs, his lips wrapping around her clit and sucking gently, before nibbling on it, pulling back enough to make her moan out with a choke.

“That’s it, come on, let me hear all your pretty noises, luv” His hand raked over her thighs, squeezing, groping as he eats her out like its a fucking fine cuisine, savouring and letting her leak all over him. His chin, his lips, his beard. God he loves it because the smell lingers. It drips onto the desk, he tsk-ed slightly, pulling back as he heaves, glancing up to meet a pair of glossy eyes and that beautiful blush.

“Lay back”

He encouraged, haphazardly pushing away the documents, with some even tumble over and scattered on the floor, not that it matters for now.

“Price–” She whispered, laying on the desk before she gasped, back arching as he gets back into it, latching onto her clit as he groans.

“Can’t get enough of you, sweetheart,” he rasped, working his tongue and protruding into her hole, feeling the twitch of her thighs closing onto his head.

He smirked, feeling slightly proud as he tongue fucks her, pulling out more mewls and moan from her.

All for him.

He would lose track of time, hell, he would spent his time between her legs forever if he wanted to. Addicted to her taste, her skin and those moans.

“F-fuck– Price– please…”

The knot felt tighter by the second as her head swims, she couldn’t tell what was more turned on for her. The vulgar, downright sinful sounds of her pussy squelching or the way Price moans around her clit, the vibration making her nerves go haywire. A lil bit of both she reconned.

Price knows she’s close with the way her thigh tensed up, her sound growing in volume and quantity, and the incoherent babbles of his name and "please".

“Come for me, want to see you come undone with my tongue alone, y/n” She lets herself go, with a long moan of his name as her thighs tremble and tighten around his head, it was electrifying, seeing whites in her vision as she heaves,

“P-Price–” She pleads weakly, attempting to move his mouth away from her pulsing pussy, begging him to let go, but the grip on her thigh proves the attempt futile as he makes no intention to stop, tipping her over to the next orgasm without pausing.

She’s not sure how much time has passed, and how many time she came, but eventually when he did, his beard was absolutely drenched, and that smug face he has says it all.

“Think that was enough to keep me going for the week,” Clicking his tongue, he leans down to kiss her, letting her taste herself from his lips, it’s sloppy and slow, downright messy as the kiss becomes open mouthed and uncoordinated.

“Gonna break my cunt one of these days, you fokin’ monster…” she pants slowly, glaring at him slightly as she was still recovering from the shattering experience, grazing her lips on his cheek.

“You haven’t–” “Mhm”

She sighed, resting her head on the desk as she calmed down, he loomed over her, just taking in the view of her afterglow, letting her catch her breath until eventually hearing her speak again.

“Gonna let me help you with that?” she teased, hands reaching down to nudge his bulge, straining against his pants as he groaned.

“And how are you going to do that?” he asked back, lips twitching into a smile as she tugs him closer. “Could use my throat…” “Can’t promise I’ll be gentle, dearie” “Then don’t be…”

That earned a growl, she hear his belt clink apart as he rounds the desk, pulling her head to rest at the edge as he heaves, sliding his cock across her face, the precum dripping down and smearing her cheek as she blushes.

“You know what to do when it gets too much, do you?” He rasped, waiting for her to reach out and tap his thigh three times.

“Good girl…now open up for me” He coos, pushing himself into her wet mouth with a grunt, feeling the wet heat of her mouth tightly enveloping his throbbing cock. “Fuck…fuck– so good for me…”

He talks her right through it, easing her into him as his pours endless praises.

The rhythm he set was slow, before eventually the pace increases, the vibration of her moans against his cock spurring him further, submerging himself fully as she gags, pulling back to let her breathe for not less than 3 seconds before he repeats the process.

“So tight” he growls, laced with a small hint of desperation.

“Fuck, could see the bulge of my cock from this angle you know that?” his hips jerks slightly harder to make a point, feeling her squirmed, her shaky hands reaching up.

He half expected her to pull him away, it has been a while for their session to be on the rougher side, what he didn’t expect was her hand wrapping around her throat, pressing against his cock through the skin as he moaned.

“Shit– y/n–”

Her finger added another layer of sensation, the grip making his head spin as his hips thrust into her neck, it felt way too good.

“Fuck…do it that way yeah…yeah oh god–” The sound of panting and grunt mixed with gags filled the room. Her eyes closed as she tries to breathe, the combined motion of his cock deep in her with the grip on her own neck making her head spin, slightly uncomfortable with how wide she was stretched out, and yet she wanted more.

The next time he pulled out, her face heavy with drool and his slick, she whined at the loss, pulling the hem of his pants closer to her.

“Easy…easy y/n...” He chuckles breathlessly above her, running a thumb across her lips as he sighs.

“Just, give me a sec….nearly blow a load right there,”An odd sense of pride swells in her, to see him, the untamable Captain catching his breath because of her.

“Please,” she pleaded out, voice already long gone as she tugs his pants again.

“I know I know…I’ll give it to you, okay?” He coos softly, easing the tip back to her mouth, then back out again as he laughs slightly, seeing the huffs and frown on her flushed out face.

“So impatient…”He mumbles quietly, but lets out a guttural groan when he slips it in all the way, his member pressing at the back of her throat.

The pace returns, with Price bringing his knee up to the table, diving deeper into her throat as he moans.

“Do the thing again…come on”He taps her face twice, her eyes opening as she reached up her throat and press, making both of them groan in unison.

“Shit…so close–” His voice comes out ragged and short, thrusting in short jerking motion as he groans, she arches her back once more, causing the bulge to be more obvious as she rubs the length on her neck, hearing the muttered curses from him as her eyes roll back.

“Coming–”

He rasped out, bottoming and coming ropes of white into her throat as he lets out a silent moan, keeping it there before feeling the taps on his thigh, immediately pulling back with a lewd pop as she swallows.

“You with me, sweetheart?” He whispers, brushing her hair away, hands sliding down to her cheeks, warm and burning as she offers a weak nod, smiling lazily as she licks the last bit of cum off his cock still resting on her face.

“Minx” He chuckles, slowly pulling her up, hooking an arm around her leg and carrying her to the couch, placing her on his lap comfortably as he hummed.

“How’s your throat…” He whispers, kissing her neck softly as she shivers.

“No–” she gets into a fits of cough, Price patting her back to soothe it.

“Not great,” she chuckles, her voice was far gone that’s for sure.

“Sorry”

“Don’t be”, she smiled reassuringly, kissing his forehead. She rests against his neck, feeling his arms wrapped around her as she melts into the embrace. They lay comfortably, just breathing slowly as they let their nerves die down.

“Where the hell did you learn to do that, huh?” “Somewhere” “Real specific, y/n” “Well you liked it, didn’t you?” “Prob’ won’t stop thinking about it, fucking hell…” “Mmm, that’s all I need to know” He chuckles, nibbling his ears as she giggles.

“Thank you, appreciate it you know” “Anytime, John” “Anytime?” “Oh fuck off, can’t go another round man”

They laughed, and the conversation ends with a few more meaningless exchange, eventually ending with a small nap on the couch.

❛ ━━･❪ ✿ ❫ ･━━ ❜

a/n: Im away I've been away for a very long time, but I decided to share this smut fic heh, reblogs are appreciated

#gomzwrites #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod imagines #mw2 x reader #cod fanfic #mw2 fanfic #cod smut #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #john price x you #captain price x reader #captain john price #captain price #fem reader

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kuninkaanmurhaaja · 1 year ago

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Crystalline (3)

mwIII zombies au ghoap, hurt/comfort find part 2 here ---------------------------

"Alright, Lieutenant Riley, let's see..." the nurse started, looking over the clipboard in her hand. The anticipation as a short silence settled in the room was eating away at Simon, and especially John. Poor Scot was worried more than he let on around the nurse. "From what our researchers have gathered from a sample we took off of you, these crystals seem to be a result of the infection, yet... it's not turning you into a... zombie." She paused and thought her next words out carefully, "Not that you're exactly immune, of course, you just seem to have an odd reaction to it that we haven't seen in anyone yet." Simon nodded along, understanding what she meant, but that didn't give him an idea of the future. How this was going to affect him further than it already has and if it'll, well, kill him. John seemed to get to the talking before Simon could even get his mouth open, "So what does this mean fer him? Can he still even work? Is this going to kill him? It better fuckin' no, I swear on every last one of yer goddamn scientists they better figure this shite out. I'm no letting him die on my watch." The nurse seemed to take this as calmly and professionally as she could. She let out a short breath, replying slowly, "Sergeant MacTavish, trust me they're doing everything they can to understand why he's reacted this way, but it's not easy. We barely even understand the virus itself." She sighed, glancing at her clipboard, but continued, "In the meantime, we'll have to keep him here for testing. I'm sure you understand." Even Simon himself seemed opposed to the idea of being kept in the infirmary, prodded and tested on. That much was clear from his face. He immediately protested, and so did John. They argued there was some way they could do their testing and allow Simon to stay in John's company and do his work. The nurse tried to reason, but ended up with just a compromise, knowing she won't get through to the two men. "Alright! We'll take samples and while the researchers do their tests, Riley can keep doing his work. I know you don't exactly trust us, MacTavish, so when we get results you can be here with the Lieutenant as we read them out to him." She pinched the bridge of her nose with an exasperated sigh. Gathering herself, she set the clipboard down and leaned against the table, crossing her arms and finally coming to the conclusion of this visit, "Lieutenant Riley will have to stay on bed rest as his injuries recover, the gas did some damage to his lung that need time to heal. I'll be going, but you're allowed to stay with him, Sergeant." With that she took her leave and left the two in silence. ---------------------------

I don't really like this but i needed to get something out, and sorry for being gone for so long, I was having really bad mental health issues and needed to take care of myself for a while, but here's part 3. As always, tips and suggestions are welcome. <3

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #angst #cod mw3 #cod mwiii #cod mwii #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

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malpractisnt · 8 months ago

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John: Casually goes out to the shop for milk, returns to find sherlock has built a small lab in the living room

#johnlock #canon johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #johns blog is free therapy for everyone #solving crimes and staring intensely at people #john is professionally exasperated

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aunhinged · 7 months ago

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Johnlock concepts: Sherlock gets tipsy/drunk 01

John’s trying to help Sherlock walk straight, of course, Sherlock keeps insisting he’s perfectly fine to do so on his own.

Spoiler: He is infact not fine

Sherlock: I am not stumbling, John. My body is merely... readjusting to the curvature of the earth. Do keep up.

John: Sherlock, you just tripped over your own scarf.

#sherlock holmes #john watson #canon johnlock #domestic johnlock #johnlock #drunk sherlock #high functioning tipsy #john is professionally exasperated #bbc sherlock #sherlock is just adapting to the curvature of the earth ofc #what scarf #tripped where #sherlock never stumbles ofc

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deancasbigbang · 2 years ago

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Title: The Things We Leave behind

Author: Briston

Artist: Merv (fruitmixtape)

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Length: 52000

Warnings: minor character death, discussion of historical child abuse, substance use disorder.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Divorce Arc, Bad Parent John Winchester, Alcohol Abuse, Rehab, Discussion of Cheating, Alcoholic Dean Winchester, Recovering Alcoholic Dean Winchester

Posting Date: October 31, 2023

Summary: Cas has been getting progressively worried about Dean’s drinking for a while but mentioning it only causes tension in their marriage. The sudden death of Dean’s father brings everything to the breaking point. After a particularly bad fight, his husband seeks solace in whiskey and flirty women in the aftermath. When Cas finds out, he decides he’s had his fill, packs his bags, and leaves. Sam lives in California and has built a career as a well respected addictions counselor. When Cas calls to tell him that Dean is missing on a bender and their marriage is likely over, he drops everything to come to Kansas to find his brother. Dean clearly needs help. Sam convinces him to go with him to California and go through a rehab program. Dean only agrees because Cas refuses to have anything to do with him unless he stops drinking permanently. If he can't, their marriage is finished. Along the way, Sam and Dean discover that their father left them with more than just painful memories of a traumatic childhood. Their half-brother Adam might be exactly who they need to help pull all the fractured pieces together. Cas is giving Dean one last chance to turn things around. Nothing is easy, but maybe it’s still worth fighting for.

Excerpt: “You know the only difference that would have made was that you would be as miserable as he was.” Cas grabbed both of their toothbrushes and toothpaste from the ensuite bathroom, tossing Dean’s his way. “I could’ve tried harder to get him to quit, go to rehab or something.” The toiletries went in the bag with some deodorant, a flannel, and some denim. He shot Cas a dirty look when he heard him huff in exasperation. “How many times did you ask him to quit? Remember when Sam flew in for an intervention? He’s a professional addictions counselor and the only thing that happened was that Sam flew home with a black eye and a refusal to ever come back.” “That’s just because they’re too much alike and can’t stop themselves from fighting.” Dean was starting to raise his voice. Cas wasn’t having any of it. “No,” he knew he sounded snarky as shit but was so very tired of having the same argument about John Winchester’s parenting skills. “It’s because your father is a narcissistic asshole with undiagnosed mental health issues that he self-medicates with whiskey.” Dean walked around the bed to where Cas was and grabbed his arm. The grip wasn’t rough but it wasn’t gentle either. His green eyes were anguished and pleading. “Don’t say that, he could be dying right now.” Somewhere deep down Cas knew he should be feeling guilty about just how little empathy he had for John right then. He’d feel more compassion for a complete stranger than he did for the man who had hurt Dean again and again, both as a child and as an adult. He felt a small flash of resentment at having to defend Dean from his own negative thinking. “It was always going to be this way with him, Dean. Every counselor you’ve ever had has told you the same thing for years. You are not responsible for fixing him. Don’t kill yourself trying to be accepted by someone who doesn’t even deserve you.”

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

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weekendpassrevoked · 2 months ago

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sneak peek at the chapter 14 update which is probably my favorite of all

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Scanning over the picture, she sees a tall handsome man standing to Lucas’s left and her eyebrows shoot up.

‘Jesus Christ they’re fucking identical!’

Turning the photo over, she spotted Lucas’s messy scrawl labeling the names:

"Lucas ‘Ace’ Smith – Front row, second from right."

"Gale ‘Buck’ Cleven – Left of me.”

She glanced at the others, scanning the names.

"John 'Bucky' Egan – This guy’s got your attitude. You two would probably get along too well.

Harry Crosby – Resident navigator and professional worrier.

Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal – Only guy who actually enjoys flying into enemy fire."

Isabella snorted.

Classic Lucas. Of course he’d befriend a guy who flies toward bullets for fun.

She studied the men in the picture again, narrowing her eyes as she took them in one by one.

Lucas? Obviously an idiot.

Cleven? Good-looking. And way too similar to Lucas for her comfort.

Egan? Trouble. She could already tell. That cocky smirk? The relaxed stance? Yeah, definitely a problem.

Crosby? He looked like he was constantly thinking about five different worst-case scenarios at once. She felt like she’d like him.

Rosenthal? Handsome, but crazy. She could see it in his eyes.

A sigh left her lips, exasperated but fond.

‘Lucas, you absolute menace.’

Because of course he’d surround himself with a bunch of men who probably caused mayhem wherever they went.

She rubbed her temples, sighing again.

At this rate, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to write them back or throttle Lucas to death.

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noforkingclue · 1 year ago

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The Body in the Library Chapter 3 (Sherlock Holmes x reader)

“Hmm,” you muttered as you pushed the door open, “very interesting.”

“Everything alright, dear?

You glanced up at Mrs Hudson and gave her a bright smile. She handed you a cup of tea which you took gratefully. You sat back against the wall and stretched your legs out in front of you.

“Just doing research,” you said, “and realising that I might need to change a plot point.”

“And what might that be?”

You gave Mrs Hudson an unimpressed look.

“Now then, you don’t expect me to reveal all my secrets before the book is published?” you asked

“Maybe just a small hint,” she said, “I am letting you practise-”

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

You glanced over and smiled at John. Sherlock ignored you, as usual, and you tried to trip him up as he walked past.

“Oh I do wish the two of you would get along.” sighed Mrs Hudson

“Not going to happen.” you said and held your hand out to John who pulled you to your feet

“What are you doing here?” asked John as you followed him up the stairs to his and Sherlock’s flat

“Mrs Hudson is a fan,” you said, “ended up meeting her after my first run in with Holmes. If there’s something I need practising, like in case lock picking, she lets me do that here! All she asks is a few tidbits of my next book in return. And maybe a mention or two.”

“And why exactly are you here?” asked Sherlock

“I wanted to find out if you’re making progress on my case.” you replied, collapsing into one of the armchairs and throwing your legs over the side of it.

“Boring,” said Sherlock, “dull. Wasn’t even worth my time going.”

“Then why did you?” you asked

“Because John kept pestering me.”

“I did no-”

“You’re kidding me.” you said, exasperated

“No.” Sherlock said, his back facing you as he looked out of the window.

“Ugh,” you threw your head back, “I dragged you all the way over to my flat for what? Fucking waste of time.”

“Like most of the things you do.” replied Sherlock curtly

“Lots of people would disagree with you,” you snapped back, “then again this is clearly too complicated for you.”

You gave John a bright smile and swung your legs off of the armchair.

“I’ll leave it to Scotland Yard then,” you called over your shoulder as you headed towards the door, “they’ll probably have more luck with it. If you can’t even solve a simple murder, which I even wrote and solved, what hope is there?”

In a flash Sherlock was in front of you. You raised your eyebrows and smirked up at him.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said, “and it isn’t going to work.”

“Then let me pass,” you said, putting your hands on your hips, “I have more research to complete.”

“You mean more locks to pick.”

“Practical experience is always the best.”

“Then find somewhere else to do it.”

“Why can’t I be here? It’s a free country.”

“You distract me.”

“Sorry Holmes, I don’t feel the same way.”

“Then leave.”

“No. Mrs Hudson allows me to research here and she makes a good cuppa.”

“Fucking hell,” John practically slammed down his newspaper, “do you two want me to leave?”

Both you and Sherlock looked over at John in confusion.

“No.” said Sherlock

“It’s your flat,” you said with a shrug, “well, yours and his.”

“Well I thought you two might want to be alone.” said John

“And why the fuck would I want to be alone with him?” you asked

“My feelings exactly.” said Sherlock

“Oh no,” you said horrified, “you’ve got us agreeing on something John. Lets just,” you waved a hand and walked away from Sherlock, “get back to the matter at hand.”

You collapsed back into his chair and rested your chin on your hand. Sherlock glared at you but didn’t make you move from the chair. He probably knew that you wouldn’t listen to him anyway.

“So Mr Genius,” you said, “what can you tell us about my dead body?”

“Late thirties, professional, married but is having an affair. No children although he wants them. He feels trapped in his marriage and feels like this is how he can take control,” said Sherlock, rolling his eyes, “obvious stuff.”

“Well, yes,” you said, exasperated, “I knew that already.”

“How-” said John

“My book,” you said, “fits the description of the first murder victim exactly.”

“Wait? First?” asked John, “Are there going to be more?”

“Obviously.” said Sherlock

“Three people died in this book,” you said, “so there’ll be two more victims.”

“No.”

Both you and John looked over at Sherlock. He was facing the fireplace and ran a finger along the mantlepiece.

“So you do know my books.” you said

“Mrs Hudson took my skull,” Sherlock commented, “and John’s going off to work soon-”

“Fuck, I’m going to be late.”

You winced as the door slammed shut.

“So you want to bounce ideas off of me?”

“No but I’m stuck with you.”

Sherlock looked down at you and you crossed your legs and smirked at him. He just rolled his eyes and sat down in John’s now empty seat.

“So,” you said, “where do we begin?”

“Your editor.”

“Matthew? Why.”

“Because he knows your books.”

“As do I.”

“Yes but there’s a difference.”

“Which is?”

“He’s not you.”

“Ah. Different perspective?”

“No. He just might have some semi intelligent opinions.”

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