#price as a father figure

[fictionalmenxyn]

Hi I love your posts so much, makes me feels like I'm actually in the scene lol! If it's okay I would like to make a bit angst/comfort request where Y/N is basically the little sister of 141, they are always in a big bro mood (Price has dad mood) even tho they know Y/N is capable of protecting herself but just one time Y/N gets drunk without boys weren't around and she got abused (physically or verbal you choose), how would boys would react when they found out and what would they do to comfort Y/N?

( My thought? They would ask to borrow some nuclear weapons from Laswell just for a "small revenge" )

(Also really sorry this ends up being a long request ☹️ )

Don’t be sorry there is nothing to be sorry about! Of course I can do this for you! :D

Ghost

He started to worry as he knew what time you were coming home and your curfew was four hours ago

Once you arrived back he was sat in the break room

You stumbled past the break room but before you could get to your room he stopped you

He spoke “what time do you call this?”

You replied “uh sorry”

He did t notice the state you were in and your voice seemed worried and shaken so he turned the light on

Seeing your injured self he grown angry not towards you but whoever hurt you

He spoke “what happened?”

You replied “long story..”

He gently helped you towards his room and told you to sit down in his desk chair

He left the room for a moment and came back it some medical stuff

He started to clean your wounds and you told him the story of how you got jumped by these three men because you didn’t want to go home with them and they were quite drunk so they didn’t like the answer no

He became furious but hid it from you as he wanted you to know that your safe

You were nice and clean so he handed you a shirt and he grabbed a pair of spare pair of shorts you left from a sleepover because you got scared of the thunder

You got dressed while he setter up the bed

He laid there till you were finished and told you to climb in

He told you “your safe now, I’ve got you”

You felt comfortable and safe now Ghost was there

The next day he went to Price and told him everything and they both searched for the people you had described the night before

After they searched for a bit but as soon as he was finished he stayed by your side the whole week

He would always be the older brother as they all were but he was definitely the over protective, kill any man that looks or talks to you the wrong way

When he’s with you for that week he’d do stuff you’d enjoy to make you happy and he’d watch tv or movies with you

Soap

When you were out he stayed in either his room or the break room

When it was getting dark and the time almost came for you to start heading back to base/home he started to get a little on edge

But he went to his room and stayed up till you were home so he knows your safe

It was past the time you said you were coming back so he started to panic

Once he heard the door to your room open since you two had rooms next to each other he jumped off his bed and went over to you

Seeing the door close he walked over and knocked

Once you opened the door he noticed you didn’t look like you had enjoyed your night and your body language wasn’t the same as usual

So he asked what was wrong so you pulled him into your room so I’m I one would wake up

You had told him that some girls kept verbally abusing you because they saw you talking to some men who were actually from base but they didn’t know that

He felt angry, he tried his best to hide it but no and again he’d mutter a curse word or two under his breath

He decided to stay in your room for the night so you felt safe and comfortable

When you woke up you didn’t see him so you thought he’d left during the night so you could have more room

But when you went into the break room you saw he had made you your favourite breakfast with one of your favourite drinks

You smiled and that made him smile knowing you were happier than last night

Gaz

He would text you every so often to see if you were ok and if you wanted to be picked up yet since it was late

You texted him the time you are coming home in about two hours

But two hours turned to three and a half

He started to worry but just to ease his mind he’d thought ‘she’d probably struggling to get a taxi’ or ‘she’s just probably had to walk so she wont be too long’ but he was still on edge

Once you came home he was sat on the sofa watching tv

Once he turned to look at you and give the ‘why are you late’ look he noticed you were out of breath and something liquid like fell on the floor so he rushed over thinking it was sick/vomit

When he turned the light on since he used the tv as light he noticed it wasn’t sick but it was blood

He started panicking but you told him you were fine and he obviously gave the ‘you being serious’ look followed with “what happened?”

You explained to him while he helped you to your room

He left the room like Ghost to grab some things such as medical supplies and some clothes

He said “right in the bathroom, y/n/n”

You went into the bathroom and he helped you wash your sore and bloodied body in a warm bath

After that it was visible where each cut and gash was so he tended to each wound

Once that was over he gave you one of his shirts and shorts and left the bathroom to give you some privacy

Then once you were finished you went into your room and saw he had made your bed and grabbed some snacks and he was laying there

He pulled out his phone and put on your favourite movie to calm you down

He would tell you how your going to be ok and how your safe

When you woke up you were about to leave the bed but he held onto you thinking you were falling out of the bed

After a while you both ended up on the sofa and binge watched movies for the day and night as Gaz told Price what happened. So Price ordered Gaz to say by your side and you two to have the day off

Price

He obviously like a dad sat in a chair until you were home

He was concerned since every so often he’d look at his watch and you were not home even thought you had told him you’d be home two hours ago

Once you were back at base/home he’d ask “where have you been?” Or “you alright? how come you are late?”

You were white and ignored his answer so he knew something was up

So he asked and you told him how some men where making you feel uncomfortable and kept verbally abusing you since they were drunk

He was annoyed that men can be so rude and disrespectful to women especially if they are out with friends

So he offered to make some tea to have a chat over and so you can tell him what exactly happened and most likely what they looked like so he would most likely look up the person and get himself and Ghost on a little trip to find these people and have a ‘chat’

He’d offer to put up a small transportable bed in his room (as a captain I’d believe his room is bigger?) if you say yes he’d do it for you but if not he’d make sure your comfy in your bed and bring you a water and maybe some medicine if you have a bad headache tomorrow morning

The next day he’d make you another tea or coffee and he’d sit with you and check up on you and then will probably show you the men’s profile to see if they were the right people

He’d have advice from Laswell. Of how to make you feel comfortable and what to do in these situation

hope you enjoy this!

Have a good day/night! :D

[yeyinde]

the morally questionable relationship between John Price and the darling little starlet he picks up off of the street during the golden age of Hollywood would be such a treat.

because producer!John Price is known as the best of the best in Hollywood. He has an eye for talent, they say, and a keen ability for spotting the diamonds amongst the rubble.

And of all the stars in the world, he sets his sights on you. Pretty little thing. Bright and blinding—Betelgeuse glimmering on the precipice of a supernova. All you need is a little push. A backer. A chance. And he gives it to you. Ushers you into stardom with a crooked grin around the butt of a cigar and a wicked gleam in his eyes that you—in all your artless, sheltered naivete—chalk up to pride.

The problem with sweet little darlings like you is that they all sing the same song. Yearn for the same thing. And it's so easy to mistake his interest as fatherly when the name on your birth certificate reads John Doe. And when he tells you his name is John Price, well—

It's fate, isn't it?

He told you he's been married once but had no children, and the longing in his eyes must be for the family he's never got a chance to have. So, you promise to give it to him.

Problem is: the devil lives in Hollywood and drinks his whiskey neat. You told him you'd be his family, giving him the one that left him behind. Signed your soul to blue eyes for the big screen.

Not that you'd know this, of course. To you, John is a sad widower with a heart of gold. Your overprotective bear who snarls at the directors and actors who get a little too handsy with you on set. His darling little star.

It's easy to wave everyone off when they express concern about these blurring lines between employee and employer. Boss and—

Father figure.

They just don't know him like you do.

And how funny, you tell him one evening with a wry twist to your lips, eyes swimming with sheltered mischief. They thought we were lovers, Mr Price. Isn't that just the damnedest thing?

This little quip has the opposite effect, and if only you looked a little bit closer at the gleam in his eye, the clench in his jaw, you might have seen the storm gathering on the horizon before it hit. Instead of laughing with you at the director's gall, this hilarious joke, John feels you slipping through his fingers just a little bit more. And that simply won't do.

You want a father figure? Then fine. That's what he'll be. Convenient, of course, because he's been thinking about fatherhood a lot lately, too. It's only natural that he decides to cash in on that promise you made all those years ago to make him a proud dad.

[cod-dump]

Ghost: We need a distraction

Nik: Allow me

Ghost: Sorry, Nik. Price said not to let you do any more distractions

Nik: I insist

Ghost: No-

Nik: Simon

Ghost: Do not use my name-

Nik: Simon Riley

Ghost: NO-

(Later)

Price: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT LETTING NIK DO DISTRACTIONS?! THE TOWN IS A WRECK

Ghost: He used my full name, what was I supposed to do? Disappoint him??

Price:

[postmortemnivis]

could be read as a part two of this post

“when i met you,” price started, “you were a mess of a man.”

simon grunted in response, his arms crossed over his chest almost as if he wanted to protect, shield himself from price’s words. each cut deeper than knives, aiming straight for the strong walls he’d built around his heart, the ones that only you had been able to tear down.

a mess of a man. he knew it, he didn’t need to hear about it too.

“at first, i honestly didn’t think you were going to ever become someone.” the older man admitted.

johnny’s laughter could be heard from the living room, where he and kyle were chatting about god knows what, probably the last poor girl johnny shagged in a bathroom stall at a pub the previous night.

“you didn’t?”

price shook his head. “as i said, a mess of a man, simon.”

a mess of a man. simon knew himself, he knew he was no saint, no good: he was a murdered, the angel of death that could be seen in the middle of the field, his dark glow foretelling the end of anyone who found himself in the middle of his bloody path. his hands were stained with the blood of many, the same hands he refused to touch you with; the only thing that kept him sane was knowing he wasn’t ghost, ghost’s crimes were shielded from simon by his black gloves and balaclava.

simon looked at price as his hand rested on his shoulder. he remembered what it felt to be neglected by his own father, and price knew it. price always seemed to know everything about his boys, he could see right through him. what simon needed was guidance, and price would’ve given it to him.

“nothing to be ashamed of,” he continued, “most of you boys are, you seek for something more. think of johnny, he enlisted when he was sixteen. you enlisted the day of your eighteenth birthday. we all know that if you’re a responsible man you don’t run to the army. we’re all crazy, messed up men.”

price also knew they were reckless, a suicidal loyalty bound to him. after all, their job attracted the beasts, the outcasts, the sadists, the worst of society.

simon rolled his eyes when price referred to them as boys. the man was less than ten years younger than simon, but he still felt the paternal pressure and instinct to protect the boys. his boys.

“wha’ made you change your mind?”

price motioned simon to move further into the kitchen, away from the people that were invited to his house.

“her.”

your voice echoed as you walked out of the bathroom, letting johnny finally hold his little niece. gary was walking behind you with the brightest smile on his face. gaz made a comment about how the three weeks old baby looked just like you, with simon’s dark eyes and pale blonde hair. if only he knew you helped simon dye it every month and a half, him sat on the edge of the bathtub and you standing between his thighs, his hands firm on your waist as he—for once—looked up at you instead the other way round.

you agreed with a chuckle, looking around for simon.

“look a’ the lassie, she’s already an uncles gal!” johnny’s laughter filled the flat. from the corner of his eyes, simon could see the person he’d grown to call his brother hold his newborn daughter.

“her?” he looked at you, the softest and most subtle smile crawling on his scarred face. simon struggled to hold back his smirk.

price nodded. “i remember we all could tell that you met someone. you’d become less… rigid. you’d smile more, were more clement with the recruits.”

“she changed me.” simon shrugged, attempting to hide the smile that would try to crawl on his face anytime he’d think about you. even after years, between a marriage and now a child, his eyes would light up at your thought alone. that’s the impact, the effect you had on him.

“that’s good, simon.” price spoke. “we’re all happy you’re doing better. we remember how you used to-”

“okay, got the message.” simon interrupted him. “loud an’ clear, john.”

his life before you seemed so distant and he almost couldn’t remember of a time where you weren’t by his side yet. like a far away dream, closer to a nightmare than a dream, but still something that didn’t look like the life he was living now. he didn’t need to remember a bit of it, what was the use? he had you now, everything before the day you met didn’t matter anymore, it didn’t exist anymore.

price sighed, looking to the ceiling as he tried to find something in his pocket. “coming outside for a smoke?”

simon shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “nah, capt. quit a while ago.”

it’d been months since you’d showed him the pregnancy test that shook his whole world. he’d fallen to his knees in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by worried recruits, johnny immediately sprinting close enough to check whether his lieutenant was okay but far enough to give you two privacy.

“promise me ‘m not dreamin’.” he murmured, pulling you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, hiding his face in your chest.

you brushed his short blond hair back, biting your lip as you smiled. you could feel your eyes tingling, tears threatening to spill at any given minute. “you’re not, si. we’re gonna be parents.”

you chuckled, leaning down to kiss his head and felt your white work shirt getting wet by his tears. you looked around at the faces of the confused recruits, and you smiled, because you knew you were the only person who’d ever truly know how the scary lieutenant, the ghost, really was.

“we are.” he whispered before kissing your still flat stomach, getting back up and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “thank you.”

in the nine months he’d been taking care of you like a person on their deathbed—really not necessary, si, i can still do the dishes by myself—he’d stopped smoking, and treated himself to just one beer every first sunday of the month.

he had worked on himself, hard.

for you and for your daughter. he wanted to be a better person, a good man. he wanted to be nothing like his father, that having haunted and scared him for so long and being the main reason he always tried to postpone having children, what truly held him back,, but he tried to be a better man.

that was what distinguished him from his father, he tried to be better.

leaving the military was sure next, after fixing the downstairs bathroom faucet and oil the doorknob of the closet. he wondered how the boys would take it, but in the end he didn’t really care, he knew they’d understand.

“quit.” price repeated, eyebrows raised as he put his lighter back in pocket. he wasn’t a social smoker, but knew better than to smoke near a baby, even if he would’ve excused himself to the balcony.

simon smiled as he heard you scold johnny for throwing the little girl in the air. “what if you drop her?”

“ah wid never, lass.” he reassured you, laughing at the slap he got on his scruff.

“you’re a good man, simon.” prices hand found its way on simon’s shoulder again. “you went through a lot, but you’re still fighting for a good cause, you didn’t let it change you. that’s what makes you a good man.”

simon was about to deny, say he wasn’t, he was the worst man there was, but then you walked into the kitchen, all smiles.

“hey si.” you smiled. “baby’s hungry.”

simon immediately stretched out his arms to hold the baby, a bottle already in his hands as soon as those words left your plush lips, your lashes batting up at him.

you wrapped your arms around one of his strong biceps and smiled up at him and then at price.

“cute, isn’t she?”

“is indeed.” john nodded, smiling under his thick moustache.

before he decided to leave the kitchen to leave you three some privacy and join the boys in the living room, where johnny had apparently put on a rugby match—“scotland-wales, for fucks sake, lad!”—he shot simon one final knowing glance.

simon returned the look, your eyes too focused on the little girl in her charcoal grey onesies to notice.

“you okay, si?” you whispered, but your husband's eyes were unfocused, staring off into space as price’s words kept replaying in his head like a broken record.

he nodded, kissing your forehead almost instinctively. “yes, love.”

you smiled up at him and then at your daughter, simon’s mind travelling an hundred miles an hour, waiting to crash on itself and get brought back to reality. price’s words echoed in the background of his brain, quieter each second that passed.

a good man.

tagging who asked:

@mr-sol @v1x3n @m4dyy @softangelheart @redzluvvesage @nittoka

[manchblack]

frank pricely is genuinely one of the most underrated hatchetfield characters to me. he's SO interesting on all fronts and i feel like people barely talk about it?

his jaded world view warped by capitalism. his exasperated yet fond dynamic with lex. his friendship with miss holloway. his possible supernatural ties. literally everything going on with the sherman situation???

if you guys don't blorbo-fy this man I WILL, damnit.

[xerthsfantazies]

sometimes all we need is captain Price .

for your information, my favourite charachte is and always was, our captain Price

[vataro-ko]

Father Figure.

[jrueships]

WHOEVER THE FUCK IS RECOMMENDING MED PPL TO GO INTO RADIOLOGY JUST CUS IF THE MONEY, IM GONNA FUCKING gET YOU

[deadgenres]

thinking about how they would either get along or have the worst beef known to mankind

[herculeese]

OK .

YOU CAN'T TELL ME THEY'RE NOT TWINNING .

[its-the-ratdawg]

Hannibal memes Vol 1

Mostly season one because I’m rewatching the show. Enjoy!!!

[clementine-thedestroyer]

141 80’s Arcade AU

Featuring implied/eventual Soap x reader, Gaz x reader, and Ghost x reader.

The small- slightly shabby arcade on the corner- that may not look like much from outside, but was easily the busiest place in town on a Friday night.

Where the constant buzz of games’ themes and sound effects filled the space wall-to-wall, where rows of game cabinets and players crowded the floor, and where you could play a hand full of games for a quarter, but the rest for a nickel.

Where Soap and Gaz- the two college kids the owner hired as arcade attendants- know you by name from how often you come in- and have long since begun to involve you in their shenanigans.

Where Price, the owner of the arcade, can usually be found helping Soap and Gaz or, on slower days, in the back of the building in his “office” (because it’s really a converted cleaning closet). Usually with the door propped open so he can keep an eye on the arcade as he leans back in his desk chair and props his feet up on the corner of his messy desk- giving both customers and Soap or Gaz a stern glare if they start to get too rowdy.

Where Price will never chastise you quite as firmly as he does Soap or Gaz when the three of you cause trouble, even if it had been mostly your idea. Where, when he had found out Soap, Gaz, and you spent an entire day trying (and almost succeeding) to get the leaderboard of one of the less popular games to spell out a minor profanity, he thought it was hilarious. He spent a good minute cracking up at the misspelled curse before wiping the machine’s memory and ruffling your hair before going back to his office- still chuckling to himself.

Where Soap and Gaz won’t let you leave when the arcade closes for the night. Instead, they’ll insist that it’s fine if you stay while they shut down for the night. No, no, of course Price won’t mind. Why would he? It’s you.

Where soap and Gaz coerce you into staying late enough times- sometimes just chatting, other times helping them close up- that Price starts to joke that he needs to talk to you about getting you a paycheck sooner or later.

Where Price always insists that “just John’s fine, love.” whenever you address him as “Mr. Price”.

Where, as finals week at the local college approaches, Gaz (and Soap too, to an extent) is overwhelmed with school work, and you find yourself more and more just trying to… help out. Because poor Gaz is drowning in course work, and it’s really not that big of a deal for you to just wipe up that spill before either of them notice it.

Where there’s actually a fourth person important at the arcade, although you don’t know him.

Ghost had worked there with Soap and Gaz a few years ago, back when the three of them were still young enough to be considered teenagers. But where Gaz and Soap had chosen to stay close, Ghost had left as soon as he could.

He still visits- and is just as close with Soap, Price, and Gaz as before- but he hasn’t had a chance to come around since you’ve begun to get close with them.

But, when he finds out about Gaz, Soap, and even Price’s new favorite person- he decides he wants to get to know you too. From the way Soap and Gaz talk about you, he’s not sure what to expect. He hasn’t seen them this worked up in a while.

But, in place of actually meeting you, he decides it would be absolutely hilarious to beat every highscore you’ve ever set and forbid Soap and Gaz from telling you who he is.

Call it… initiation. That’s what he’s calling it, at least.

Cue you very angrily trying to figure out who the fucking hell “Ghost” is, because for the 3rd time, they’ve beaten your high score by exactly 1 point.

But also cue Soap and Gaz giggling as snapping a photo of your red, angry face to send to a group chat with ghost.

[thejacketscloset]

For your consideration

Captain John Price but with the absolutely tragic Joel Miller from tlou type backstory because I don't like letting the 141 have nice things LMSJSUFV

[python333]

i probably should've expected y'all would vote for him 😭 be prepared for captain price & reader fic soon then :3 coming out hopefully by today or tomorrow if everything goes to plan

[ms-rampage]

This came to mind, but I feel like Price and Y/n (most likely female, but male would also be suited) would have a father/daughter (or son) like relationship if Y/n were several years younger than him. Kinda like Joel and Ellie, he'd be a father-like figure to Y/n.

***

Y/n: "I'm reading a book on anti-gravity, and it's impossible to put down!."

Price: *holds back laughter* "Shut up."

[enarien]

being in a fandom is amazing but also depressing

like reading all those character x reader fics make me !!! :( big sad!!

will I ever have a supporsting father figure? No

will I have a good job that won't make me wanna off myself? No

well will I at least ever be thin, beautiful and attractive? No

ok how about being smart, witty and funny? ... listen..