#price is just unphased

[10millionotters]

Marigold - Describe your OC in three words or less

For Maria K. Rosales ❤️

OKAY so this will be so much fun because when I personally describe her, it feels like - this is how she sees herself. So in her own words:

Driven, restless, rightous.

Restless in she literally has a hard time sleeping. My girl is scared of shadows (yes foreshadowing).

However I was also thinking - if her boys would describe her it would look something like this

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Price notices the small things- like if you get a new perfume or if you do your makeup a different way whenever the two of you go out, but he’s also the kind of person who’s not afraid to look a little weird.

If he thinks you smell different or he catches a whiff of a new perfume, he’s going to grab your hand, bring the inside of your wrist to his face and take a deep breath in. His brow is furrowed and his eyes are narrowed and you can only freeze, not moving a muscle even as his mustache tickles against your skin.

“Is that a that a new perfume, love?” He’ll ask, letting your hand go with a smile, completely unphased by the confused and exasperated looks he’s getting from passersby.

He’ll do the same thing if you’ve done something new with your makeup. If you’re wearing a new lipstick or lipgloss, or if you’re wearing an eyeshadow color that you usually wouldn’t, he’ll catch your chin the next time you lean close. The way he looks at you, quite literally examining you during those moments, it could easily be mistaken for distain or judgement, but you know by now that it’s just him trying to figure out what’s off.

Then he’ll let you go (but only after pulling you in for a quick peck), tell you he likes whatever you’ve done different, and he’ll send you both back on your way, usually with a pat on your ass for good measure.

[piratesfromspace]

Just Like Old Times (Price x Reader + poly141)

Pairing: Reader x Price (& Reader x 141) Rated: Mature Word count: 2.9k Summary: A cottage in the snow. A Captain you knew in another life. His rugged and attractive men. Will you let them into your life? Note: This is a fic I wrote for @literatecowboy for the Secret Santa event organized by @bunnyreaper! I tried to make something soft and sweet and it's taking place during the winter, it's not smutty but if you like it, I can make a part 2 with some action 👀

EDIT: we have a PART 2!!

Content: ex-military!fem!reader, mention of food & alcohol, a little bit of angst but it’s mainly fluff, smoking, flirting, praise kink, sharing body heat

MASTERLIST // PART 2

It had been Laswell’s idea. 

The team needs to be ready for snow conditions, do whatever you think is best. You have 3 weeks. And I’m talking extreme weather, Price, not a little trip to your local ski resort.

Those had been the instructions Kate had delivered to an unphased Price.

He knew it was only a matter of time before this kind of mission would be required from them. Of course, the men of the 141 have already trained in the cold of England, have seen and tested the winter gear. But Laswell is about to send them somewhere at the very East of Europe, and there is a small difference between surviving winter in London and surviving winter in places where the cold could kill you in minutes if you didn't have the proper equipment or knowledge. Over there, more than usual, tiny mistakes could have big consequences. And Price would rather not have his team freeze to death because of a lack of training. 

It’s December and the month is cold already. But it’s nothing compared to the cold Soap feels when he steps out of the helicopter. It’s like Price has picked the coldest place he knows in America. He’s pretty sure they are somewhere in Wyoming or Montana, the only thing he can see are mountains all around them. Spruce and fir trees sprawl in dark patches contrasting with the stark white of the snow covering everything. He crosses the large glade to reach the tree line, as the helicopter takes off, sending the fresh snow flying in every direction. The sky is a light gray, and while the whole scene is stunning - makes his head spin with equal awe and wonder thinking about nature’s force and brutal beauty - it means there is no sun to warm his face. 

“Come on soldiers, let’s move, we still have a two-hour hike to reach our B&B!”

“You mean someone will be there to make us breakfast Captain?” Soap chimes, unbridled joy coming through his voice at the prospect of warm home-made meals instead of MREs.

Price has a hard time hiding a smile as he starts walking on the thin winding path, only recognisable for those who know it’s there. ”There will be someone, but I’m not sure they will cook for you, Sergeant.”

Ghost lets out a dry chuckle and follows the steps of their Captain, leaving Soap and Gaz a bit puzzled.

❄️

The sun is already setting when you hear loud voices outside, and soon after a series of knocks on your door. You’re a little stressed when you rise from the floor in front of your fireplace to go open the door. You have agreed to shelter those 4 soldiers for 3 entire weeks only as a favor to Price. An old acquaintance who saved your life, a decade earlier, before you left the field to heal your wounds - body and mind. The large wood cabin had been your home for a few years already. You keep it open for women like you, in need of time away from the world, although it’s pretty rare they come during winter time when the road is blocked by snow. It’s an old building, but well-kept and you made it as cozy as possible, all warm natural tones, plush carpets on dark wood floors, dark gray stones in the bathrooms. 

You welcome them with a soft smile, delighting in their surprise - seems like John had not told them he planned on using your cottage as a back-up base for this training expedition. John’s team members are not really what you expected: there is one Scott with a mohawk that seems simultaneously annoyed and happy to be there (he has terrific blue eyes), a young and calm brown-haired Brit (he’s really cute, like movie-star cute), and a behemoth with a literal skull mask (his size alone has your head spinning). You can’t complain about them though, as they are polite and friendly, praising your home - and for sure taking in the comfort and warmth one last time before heading off for days of rudimental camping in the icy woods. You don’t envy them, remembering that one mission you did in Siberia when you were still in active duty, that wasn’t really fun. They settle in their rooms easily and you all share a quick dinner you had cooked - except for the masked giant. The banter goes fast between them, especially after you offer them beers. You like being alone, but you have to admit they are fun to be around.

❄️

The living room is silent and dark, the only light coming from the fireplace across your couch. After dinner, you had trouble finding sleep in your room, so you went to read a bit in front of the fire. But you must have dozed off, because you wake up suddenly, gasping, arms flailing, sitting up immediately. Your frantic eyes, wide open, scan the room for the reason of your awakening, survival instinct going overdrive. Someone is standing in your living room, frozen in place on their way to the front door. It’s the behemoth with the skull mask - the scariest of them all, of course.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” he apologizes. In the darkness of the room, it looks like his jaw is not even moving beneath the dark fabric covering the lower half of his face, like the sound just pours out of him or like he’s speaking directly inside your head. He might actually, you’re not entirely convinced the giant is not some sort of supernatural being John brought back from a cursed battlefield. It’s unnerving to say the least. 

“I’m sorry, it- it happens sometimes, I can’t help it, my instinct thought you were a threat…” you blurt out before realizing you may have offended him in some way by implying he’s not worthy of your trust. But instead of scoffing, he lets out a thoughtful hum, lowering his head to look at his boots, almost sheepish. 

“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” His voice is low, calm, and at the same time you can feel something else, sadness, maybe disappointment, in what or who, you’re not sure.

“Care for a smoke?” he offers after a beat of silence, nodding to the front door. You don’t smoke anymore, cut the nasty habit years ago. That’s why you don’t know what compels you to accept, but you’re not gonna be able to sleep now, so you follow him outside, grabbing your coat on the way. 

You half expect him to smoke through the mask, but he pushes the fabric up enough to reveal a strong jaw covered in light stubble, and plush lips. So he’s human after all. The slick and heavy storm lighter looks ridiculously small in his giant hand when he lights his cigarette. He takes a deep puff before handing it to you.

“Sorry, last one.”

Your fingers graze his, and you bring it to your lips to drag a small puff that immediately makes you cough.

“You ok?” he rasps, humor tilting the corner of his mouth upwards.

“Yeah, it’s been a while, that’s all” you provide. He hums in approval at your explanation. 

When you hand him the cigarette, you take a moment to look at his mouth, the way his throat works when he inhales, the way the silver smoke dances between his open lips and fades into the night sky. Something warms your gut when you realize his lips are set just where yours had been a few seconds ago. 

You don’t know what’s more attractive, this or the fact he doesn’t try to make conversation for the sake of it. He doesn’t bother to explain why he couldn’t sleep and felt the need to smoke at 3 in the morning. He knows you understand. You are just glad to bask in the soft noises of nature at night - wind in the threes, the hooting of an owl. Fuck, you’ve been alone up there for too long to thirst on John’s colleagues just like this, just a few hours after their arrival. You shake your head, driving out the thought, and take the cigarette again from his fingers.

❄️

The next morning, you wake up pretty early after a short night, only to find one of them - the pretty one, Gaz - is already fixing coffee in your kitchen like he belongs there. You honestly could get used to this. The thin long sleeves of his shirt are doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath, rolling as he’s going about this mundane task of preparing breakfast. His kind eyes and soft voice when he asks for your choice of eggs makes your heart flutter with a yearning for this kind of intimate domesticity you had never really allowed yourself up until then. It’s kinda concerning, at this rate you’re gonna ask one - all? - of them to stay with you in your cottage instead of going back to whatever missions at the other end of the world. 

The rest of the day is not making you change your mind. Price had asked if anything needed their help around the house, and you gave them the tedious task of moving the gigantic pile of wood logs stocked at the other end of your garden closer to the house. It would have taken you days to do it by yourself. But by lunch time, the pile had dwindled to a fifth of what it was thanks to the hard work of the four men. The two younger ones were down to their long-sleeve compression shirts despite the cold, sleeves rolled up their elbows, showing off strong forearms, various scars slashing across the discreet swirls of black ink from old tattoos. Some disappear under the black gloves they are all sporting. Sweat plasters the fabric of their shirts to their shoulders and chests. You can’t deny they look fucking good. 

You had accepted Price’s demand without much after-thought, but now you couldn’t be more happy about it, ogling those four rugged men laboring away for you. Despite being older than his men, Price is far from looking bad. He’s built like a brick house, a healthy layer of fat covering muscles he’s been honing for two decades. Dark hair peaks from the open collar of his jacket, your eyes follow the line of the thin garment which is hugging his tapered waist, down to his thick thighs. Fuck. You remember what it was like to be close to him - literally and figuratively. He was your colleague, an equal, a couple years older than you but you shared the same rank. He was a mentor, a friend, a lover - only briefly, after that fateful mission where he saved your life on the field. You parted ways in good spirit after you announced that you wanted to retire, needed to get your head straight before committing to anything. Today, you ask yourself if maybe you could take this back from where you left it.

❄️

You want to train with us today, love? Just like old times.

Price had asked you the question the next morning and you had not been hard to convince. It was more about being able to look at them than to train your body, but they didn’t need to know that. Even if you keep a pretty healthy lifestyle, you can’t compete with elite soldiers, and by the fourth set of push-ups, your arms are giving out. You’re about to stop and reach for your water bottle, when Price notices. 

“Come on, you can do five more, I’m sure!”

You groan in response, but you go back in position.

“Breathe, love. Back a little more straight. Elbows in. That’s it… Good.” 

Price’s deep voice is calm as he’s encouraging you, gently correcting your posture.

“Don’t look down, chin up. Perfect, you’re doing good.” he goes on, and you cheeks warm under his praise, enough to make you forget the stinging cold. Your whole body is clenched with the effort, you’re letting out little cries with each push-up, your muscles are hurting, but you want nothing more than to make the captain proud.

“Just one more. Done! You did great darling, I’m impressed.” 

He helps you get up on shaking legs and when you almost stumble, he secures you upright against his chest, keeps you there for two seconds more than he should for it to not look intentional. When you raise your head, you’re suddenly so close to his face, blue eyes staring down at you with a glint in them you can’t ignore. You reluctantly part before reaching for your water bottle again, playing coy.

The three others are not oblivious to the little game between you and Price. You notice how they exchange knowing looks and little smiles whenever you both interact. Worst, they also seem to pick up on your love for being praised and soon enough they take every excuse to whisper how good your aim still is during target training, or how smart you are for knowing everything about the local fauna during your afternoon hike. It never sounds like they’re mocking you though, never feels like it’s not genuine. It’s not fair, really. At this rate, you don’t know how you’re gonna survive living under the same roof with four attractive men for three entire weeks. 

The answer to this torture of yours is revealed quickly. After a few days of acclimatization at your cottage, Price and his men are ready for a long expedition higher in the mountains, with just tents and even a short surviving-in-extreme-cold workshop. They will be gone for at least ten days. You watch them pack their gear and leave your place with a pinch in your heart you couldn’t expect when you first opened your door to them.

❄️

Days go by, pretty uneventful, until your heating system breaks down. It’s not the first time since you’re leaving up there, it’s not that scary but you’ll have to wait a few days for the repair team to come by. In the meantime, you resort to live and sleep in your living room, where the fireplace provides enough heat to keep you warm in the heart of the winter.

They come back the day after that, and when you see their silhouettes emerging from the treeline, just before the sun sets down, you can’t prevent your lips to form a smile so big it hurts your cheeks after a couple minutes standing in the biting cold. 

The fondness in Price’s eyes is not dulled by the news your heater is out of order, nor is the relief on Soap’s and Gaz’s faces at the promise of a solid roof and comfy beds after days of rudimentary accommodations.

You all work to prepare some food, and to bring a couple mattresses with all the duvets you can find in front of the fireplace - the only sane solution for you all to sleep without suffering too much from the freezing temperatures. It reminds you of your years of service, when you sometimes had to share a single room with your whole squad - you’re not missing the stress and the harsh living conditions, but you’re definitely missing the camaraderie, the jokes and fits of laughter, the bodies of trusted people around you. 

They leave you the couch - gentlemen that they are - the objectively most comfortable option, but once again you can’t find sleep. The piece of furniture is the farthest away from the fire, and you’re on your own, no one next to you to share body heat with you. 

It’s only because I’m cold. That’s the poor excuse you give yourself - and the one you whisper to Price - when you step down from your couch to seek a place under the cover next to John. He’s sleeping next to Gaz; Soap and Ghost are sharing the other mattress. You slide yourself against him, immediately melting into his chest, the man radiating heat like it’s his only purpose in life. He doesn’t even have to ask you if it’s okay to hold you against him because you plaster yourself to him and nuzzle against his chest, old habits taking over your sleepy brain. A sense of safety and comfort envelopes you at the same time his warmth does. You forgot how good it felt to be in his embrace, to be tucked against his broad chest, surrounded by his smell - manly, ambery wood, and the rich spice of his cigars. 

He chuckles silently as you settle at his side and let out a little content sigh. He missed that too, he won’t say it out loud, but having you like this, soft and pliant in his arms, it makes him wonder how he could be such a fool for not seeking you sooner. He suddenly wants to kiss you, to make you feel good, here and now, no matter the fact his men are sleeping just a few inches from you. Should he care? He’s not blind to the fact you spend a good amount of time leering at them since they’re here, and to the fact they are watching you back. He can not ignore the shameless flirting going on between all of you five actually. John has never really been in a situation like this, doesn’t know where this will lead him - where this could lead them. But he’s ready to follow you. He takes a deep breath before he talks. 

“Just like old times?” He asks, voice low, chest vibrating with it under your palm. 

Just like old times… The words echo in your head, echo in your heart. He gives you the opportunity to lead him - to lead them - wherever you wish.

“Just like old times.” You repeat back to him, before you capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

PART 2

[charnelhouse]

Okay so-important question ;; in one of your works there was said that red and ghost started out as fuckbuddies but judging by every interaction between the two, the posessiveness, the need to be with each other; is there a chance that these two lovebirds actually...y'know...love each other? But both are afraid of saying it??

A/N: Ghost x F!Reader (Red Fox). This is going off the comics and there is implied sexual assault. I didn't mean to go angsty and yet. Smut, too.

Perhaps, it shouldn’t have been surprising as it was. It wasn’t as if 141 hadn’t seen Red outside of fatigues before, but this was new. The dramatic make-up and the dress shoving her tits to her chin. The platform heels.

She grimaced as she stepped out of her room. A glittering pendant pulled the front of her hair back while the rest tumbled down. The gown was emerald green. Floor length with a tight bodice.

“This is humiliating,” she growled, but she was standing straight as she fixed one of her diamond earrings. The hotel light licked her shoulders. Her lashes fluttered. 

She glided toward them, apparently unphased by the sky-high heels. Truth be told, she looked comfortable, as if she was familiar with this kind of froth and glitz. 

Her eyes slid from Price to Gaz to Soap before resting on Ghost, who hadn’t moved an inch since she’d appeared. 

“Well?” she asked, a furrow in her brow the only hint that she may have been slightly self-conscious.

“Fuckin’ fit!” Gaz praised.

“Uh,” Soap’s gaze ran all over her before his lips tugged into a Cheshire grin. “Gorgeous. Christ, bonnie, did not expect this.”

But the thing was, he did. They all did. They all knew how beautiful she was, but now it was advertised - it was highlighted within an inch of its life. She was a knockout. 

Price cleared his throat as he jerked his head at her once. “Well done.”

She laughed at his awkward formality before her attention focused on Simon again. She stuck her hip out as she crossed her arms over her chest, which only managed to push her tits higher. Price inhaled sharply. 

“Do you like it?”

Ghost stiffly turned toward his captain. “I didn’t approve of this.”

His voice was utterly cool. It was even and steady as if the girl he was regularly fucking hadn’t just walked out looking like a 1940s siren. 

“We didn’t need your permission, Riley,” Price replied. “We ran out of options.”

“I don’t want them touching Red.”

She bristled. “I’m right fucking here, Ghost.”

He tensed before facing her. “I don’t want them to touch you,” he repeated. “Fuckin’ gettin�� their filthy paws on you or -” He scraped a hand over his mask before dropping it. “It’s not right.” He shook his head. “Not for you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” she hissed, looking very much like a tiger. Spitting mad in all her finery.

“We’ll be outside,” Price said before grabbing both Soap and Gaz by their tactical vests and pulling them into the hallway. It probably wasn’t right to leave. This was a mission, and one Red had agreed to, but he also knew Simon needed to exorcise whatever fears he had for the sake of the task.

Red stepped closer, placing her hand on his bicep. When he didn’t pull away, she claimed another inch before pressing her chest to his and wrapping her arms around his waist. She tucked her head under his chin, and Simon’s enormous hands automatically came up to cradle the back of her skull. He squeezed her tighter as his fingers scraped across the jeweled brooch.

“I’ll be alright,” she murmured. “I won’t let them try anything.” She lifted her face, and his thumb slipped across her cheek. “I only want you.”

He grunted.

“You know it’s not about that for me." His thumb dragged across her jaw to rest on her lower lip. “I’m not jealous, but the idea...the possibility of them assaulting you and -” He trailed off, and suddenly she understood. 

Roba. That previous capture had broken him so terribly it had scorched his identity. He was never the same and there were still nights where he woke up in a cold sweat, fisting his sheets as he struggled to swallow air. She could feel pressure behind her nose and tears in her eyes, and she bit the inside of her mouth to stop them. 

She lifted herself onto her toes, grasping his mask between her hands. “You’ll be watching me,” she reminded him. “The whole time. I know I’m safe with you.”

A beat of silence before he finally nodded. “Alright, duchess.”

She knew this was always how it was going to play out. He wouldn’t stop her, but he’d want to voice his fears so that he was free of them. He wanted her assurance. If I have you, I’ll be safe. I’ll be perfect. 

They watched each other, and as they did, the air changed. It pulsed. The tension between them tightened into an impossible knot. His gloved hand ran down her back before grasping her ass. “You do look beautiful,” he murmured. “Felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

He was hard against her thigh, and she rubbed herself into him. “We have time.”

“We don’t.”

“We could.”

He looked at her, his eyes dark and demanding, before he growled and clutched her to him. He walked her back against the bureau, her head falling against the ornate mirror. He tried getting her legs around his waist, but the skirt of her fancy dress was too tight. 

“Fuck…fuck…”

She laughed before turning around, palms slapping down on the hardwood. She stared at herself in the mirror, nose practically brushing against the glass as he loomed like a behemoth behind her. It was a sight. Simon with his skull mask, bulky tactical gear, and weapons. Red in silk and diamonds, and her hair falling in curls and waves like a China doll. He gingerly lifted her dress before kicking her feet apart. She could feel his gloved finger stroke the plump, wet flesh of her cunt before he eased it inside. Her breathing hitched, and he sunk it to the knuckle. 

“That’s a girl,” he husked.

“More,” she demanded. “Give me your cock.”

It was so crude, spilling from her painted mouth. Red was rarely direct. Everything was an innuendo with her until he'd be forced to shove her against a wall or over a bar top. Coquettish. Suggestive.

Well - I'm a lady, Simon.

You weren't being a lady last night when you asked me to stick my cock in your -

"Please," she whined, arching her spine and shoving her ass against him.

He clucked his tongue. “So needy.”

But he did it. He’d do anything she asked. 

"I want to feel you when I'm walking around in there," she begged. "I want to hurt."

He froze before a deep, gritty noise sounded from his chest that he'd never made before. Christ. He popped the button on his pants before pulling himself free. There was no room for preparation. No time at all. Red braced herself as he took her in one hard stroke. It snatched her breath, the thick of him stretching her in two pieces. There was pressure in her lower half, absolute fullness. As he began to fuck her in earnest, it felt as if he was striking the back of her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was in her skull - throbbing and pulsing as her cunt twitched and flexed around him. 

He said nothing. A few rumbles. A grunt. A groan. The echo of his belt knocking against the wood of the bureau. The wet suck of her pussy taking him to the hilt over and over again. Skin against skin. She tried to muffle her whimpers, but it was a losing game.

He was too enormous. He could break her if he wanted to. There was always the possibility that she might tear, bruise, or swell, but Simon handled her like one of his weapons. Reverance. 

He slammed into her fast and hard, every snap of his cock punching against her cervix, her walls bearing down as they clung to his length like creeping ivy. Whenever he fucked her, he felt like her body threatened to absorb him completely. She was searing hot, burning like a fever, and her pussy wound around his dick with such violence that he thought he’d never get it back. He didn’t want it. He only wanted her - needed her. If he could live in her, he would.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered as his pelvis stuttered against her ass. His cock spat inside her, the warm thick spend lashing into her womb. When he eased himself out, he left a trail of it. It ran down her thigh, oozing and drooling, and he used his fingers to plug it back in. “You keep me inside of you like that, duchess, and I’ll eat that cunt for hours the second you’re back.”

She shivered, nodding once at him in the mirror. Yes. Yes. Always. Anything for you.

Abruptly, Ghost rucked his mask above his nose, and she could see his beauty: the rugged jawline, the stubble, and the full, sensual mouth. There was a pink flush to his skin due to the vigorous lovemaking. He flashed white and blinding teeth before ducking his head and kissing her cheek. His gloved fingers - shiny with both of their climax - gripped her chin, turning her face so he could capture her lips in a hard, almost ugly kiss. 

“I’ll be watching,” he murmured. “I’ll keep you safe.”

He pulled away, dragging his mask back down. She thought she heard him say something else. Short. Only a few words. But when she turned to look at him, he was already heading for the door. 

[storm-angel989]

Omg do you know the Valentino x reader period pains thing can you do that but with vox's teenage daughter like how would he react straight panic. Most men in the 50's didn't know anything really about period cramps or periods in general. So he probably not know much besides what Vel talks about. I can imagine him doing the wtf which one do I get her in the store thing so he buys everything lol.

Another super fun request! Enjoy!

Vox stared at the shelves in a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. His gaze fell from the shelves to the list, and back again. So many colors, and why was one woman playing volleyball? He cursed himself for not simply putting Velvette’s requests on the list and pushing it off. How was he supposed to know this could happen in the middle of the night?

“Dad? Dad, I need help. I think I’m dying.” 

Vox had heard his daughter's voice from across his bedroom. He instantly sat up and turned on the bedside light, swung his legs over the side of the bed and hurried to her. 

“What’s the matter baby?” He asked frantically. 

“My belly hurts, and I’m bleeding,” she sobbed. “Daddy, what’s wrong with me?”

He felt a cold chill and sheer panic settle through him as he noticed the bright red stains on her pajama pants. No, she couldn’t be. She couldn’t have her period already, right? She was only thirteen. God, he was so not ready for this. 

“You’re not dying babydoll, come on. We need to go see your Aunt Velvette,” he said as calmly as he could. “Come on now, follow me.” He put a hand on her shoulder and guided her down the hallway. He pounded on Velvette’s door. “Vel? Vel get up! We need you!”

He heard frantic footsteps and the door swung open.

“Vox you better have a damn good reason to-”  Velvette cut herself off mid sentence at the sight of reader. “Oh. Yep, that’s a good reason. Come in honey, go to my bathroom. I need to talk to your dad for a moment. You’re okay, I promise.” 

Vox watched as his daughter walked across the room and vanished behind closed doors. He turned to Velvette, who was scribbling something down on a pad of paper. 

“Vel, you still good to handle this?” He asked cautiously. “I just-”

“Vox, it's the middle of the night. I told you ages ago to have housekeeping order the supplies she needs and you put it off. Now you need to go to the store yourself while I convince sweet reader she isn’t about to kick the bucket,” Velvette grumbled as she ripped the paper off the pad and handed it to Vox. “Everything you need is on that list. You’re going to have to go out and buy it right now.”

Vox felt himself flush with embarrassment. This was a female issue- it shouldn’t involve him. 

Velvette gave him a look. “If you had listened to me in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this situation would we? Now shoo.” 

Now here he stood, with a list of what he firmly believed were made up words. What exactly was a “tampon” anyway? Or a “thin panty liner”?

“Excuse me sir, do you need any help?” A cheerful voice came from behind him.

Vox whirled around. He could feel his face turn even more red as he thrust the list towards the unsuspecting sales girl.

“I..I need these. I mean, I don’t need them. My daughter needs them. I just…”

The sales girl seemed unphased. “How old is your daughter?”

“Thirteen.”

“Okay! She needs this, and this, and this…” she loaded the items into his cart. “Easy enough! Extra chocolate too, might be a nice thing to do.”

Vox could only nod and add an extra bar of chocolate to the cart. To his relief, she packaged everything up in discrete brown paper bags. As he swiped his card, he wondered why such a necessary product was priced so ridiculously high. 

When he got back to the apartment, he knocked on Velvette’s door. She stuck her head out and took the bags. 

“I woke up Val and he’s making hot cocoa. We’ll join you two in a few minutes. Now shoo.” She slammed the door in his face. 

Vox resigned himself to the kitchen. He took a seat at the table and buried his attention in his phone as Valentino stood at the stove in his pajamas, stirring the hot chocolate pot. 

“How are you, amicito?” He asked. “Big day for our little princessa.”

Vox groaned. ��Can we not talk about it?”

“I think you need to get with the times. Your little girl needs you,” Valentino replied easily. “So get over yourself.”

Vox raised an eyebrow and looked over to him. “You’re not freaked out about this?”

Valentino shrugged. “Why should I be? Our little girl is simply growing up. If you treat her like the plague she will feel shame- and that’s the last thing we want, right?”

Vox considered. He hadn’t thought about it that way, how his reaction to what was admittedly a natural event, might affect her. 

“Do you think she knows I’m…”

Valentino cut him off. “I think you did just the right thing, bringing her to Vel.”

“Here she is!” Velvette’s voice called through the kitchen. “Officially a young lady!”

Reader flushed and looked down. “Not…it’s not that big a deal I guess.”

“Oh, baby princessa, it is.” Valentino said as he ladeled the hot chocolate into a mug and added whipped cream. “The heating pad is all set on the couch. Remote is yours.” 

“Thanks Uncle Val,” she mumbled as she made her way out to the living room. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Vox asked with concern. 

Both Valentino and Velvette looked at him with a mix of annoyance and shock. From the living room, the television blared top volume. All three recognized the theme to her favorite show. 

“She hurts, she’s bleeding for the first time and she’s embarrassed about it,” Velvette answered. “Even though I told her there was nothing to be ashamed of. It’s normal.”

“So, what do I do?” Vox asked. “How do I help her?”

“You love her, and give her chocolate and give her a bit of grace if she’s crabby. Her hormones are all over the place,” Velvette replied. “And for god sake, get over yourself.”

Vox winced. He didn’t want to think about his daughter having hormones, or growing up. He knew it was a fact of life, but what he wouldn’t give to be unaware of it. Valentino handed him a cup of cocoa and he took a sip. He watched as Velvette flopped down on the couch next to his daughter. 

“She’s going to grow up, Vox. You can’t stop it,” Valentino warned. 

“I know I can’t,” Vox replied tiredly. “But I’m not ready to lose my little girl.”

Valentino gave him an irritated look. “What are you talking about? She’s still your little girl- she always will be. And right now she needs her family to support her,” he replied as he turned and left the kitchen. 

Vox sighed as he watched Val collapse on the other side of the couch. He could barely make out their chatter. After a moment, he stood up and joined them and took the seat next to reader. Concern flooded his face as he looked at his daughter. She looked pale, paler than usual. 

“How are you feeling, babygirl?” He asked. He reached over and brushed the hair out of her eyes, the palm of his hand lingering on her forehead for a moment. Was it him, or did she feel warm?

“I’m okay, Daddy, just tired,” she replied quietly. “My tummy hurts. Can I go to bed?”

“Of course you can, princess,” he replied as he pulled his hand away. “I’ll be in to check on you in a bit.” 

She climbed off the couch and wrapped him in a hug. “Night night, Daddy.”

“Goodnight baby.” He replied. 

She did the same with Valentino and Velvette before trudging back to her room. He heard the door close and looked to Velvette. 

“She felt warm, is that normal?”

Velvette rolled her eyes. “You know what? Figure it out on your own. I’m going to bed.”

“Not a bad idea to do some research, amicito,” Valentino added as he stood up. “If nothing more than to help our little princessa.” 

Vox watched them both retreat back to their rooms before shutting off the lights and returning to his own bed. He pulled out his phone and hesitated for just a moment. Breaking free of the ideas that he had been so held to in life was uncomfortable to say the least. But at the same time, he felt he owed it to his little girl to at least try to understand what she was going through. And he was willing to do whatever was necessary to make sure he was the best dad he could be.

Even if it meant figuring out exactly how to handle a period. 

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Metal Band AU

Because its been rotting my brain :^)

Soap, drums/vocals shares lead vocals equally, how this man can drum and sing at the same time is beyond anyone else. Never wears a shirt.  He and Gaz banter back and forth on stage a bit. Managed to break his sticks every other show. Dumps bottles of water on himself mid-show to cool off (you can literally see the steam coming off of him). Surprisingly does most of the lyrical writing for the group.  He always does the little thank you speech and introduces everyone at the end. Jumps onto Ghost's back every time they leave stage. The larger man carries him dutifully. 

Gaz, rhythm guitar/ lead vocals. Can't stop moving around stage. Bouncing between the others. Is grinning the entire time. Fucks with Price and Ghost during their solos, flirtatiously leans on them, rubs their chest, hugs a leg dreamily.  Chatty, loves to start a pit. Mostly just throws in genuine “Thank yous’” between every song. Playfully shoos away Ghost away from his center stage like a little brat after Ghost’s solo. Plays the piano for the trademark ballad. Flirts with the crowd while on stage. 

Price, Bass/backing vocals. Sickening in how well he plays, not super energetic on stage, most of its pacing and occasionally propping a leg up on a speaker. Rarely talks, but does play a bit with the crowd. Pointing, giving cheeky winks or blowing kisses. Wanders over to Gaz mostly, giving him a playful kick or nudge. Smiling warmly. Will climb down himself to pass off his pick to a lovely fan. He is dressed wildly different than that overall vibe of the band. Usually a flannel and beanie. 

Ghost, lead guitar. Absolutely shreds. Where’s the same exact outfit every time. Keeps the balaclava and hood up the entire show. All the fans have the hots for him bc of it.  No one knows how the hood stays with all the headbanging. (it’s velcro)  Semi-frightening on stage. Never speaks. Unphased by Gaz wallowing on him. He and Price move around each other with grace. Fans have noticed that he's the most playful with Soap. They do a bit where they trade places during certain songs. Ghost pretends to be exasperated with the shorter scott trying to steal his guitar. (They actually do pretty well on the others instrument). Occasionally he’ll chunk his extra picks at Price from across stage to fuck with him.

[freeusemuses]

"I bought you fair and square. 500,000 is a lot of money, so I hope you're worth it. You best behave lest I find a reason why you would be less than your 100,000 starting price." Deluge warns, guiding his newest catch to the testing room of the auction house. (Go wild on who he's just acquired.)

Kali seemed wildly unphased by her situation. If anything, the feline MILF was excited. "You know, you could have claimed me then and there on stage~"

[blood-grove]

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

previous <- part 4 -> next

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn, rude reader.

a/n: THERE MEETING THERE MEETING :3

tags; @chickennn-soupp @cassiecasluciluce @sans-chara @lethargicluv 

Waking up again you were once again heavily confused shivering as you took a breath inhaling that familiar chemical scent.

Chemicals.

Chemicals?

It wasn't as strong as you remembered it the more you woke and regained feeling in your body you saw a fucking pool.

You were just nearby laying on a plastic hangover on the edge of it your tail hanging off the edge into the water.

Oh god.

Oh no.

Fuck

You pushed yourself up and pushed yourself into the pool before resurfacing your breathing picking up as you looked around the all to familar blank walls the one way glass mirror that didn't hide the feeling of eyes on you.

What?

No

No

No

-

Gaz winced as he watched the Mer panic, It was common for mer's who came from the ocean were usually not at all receptive to human intervention and or help.

The natural built in generational fear of humans made sense due the unsavory practices of the past due to myths stirred up way back then that there flesh brought youth back into you, that there fins were important ingredients for medicinal cures or just for high life luxury, and that they were just used as luxury pets.

He tried to not let his mind wonder any father as he glanced down to his notes biting his lip as he sighed just jotting down the usual panicked behavior internally hoping they'd still be tired from the sedative which they very much were as there panicked had died down to swimming around the barren pool.

Gaz huffed as he left the observation room and onto the observation deck a decent height above the pool his presence didn't go unnoticed as the mer's eye flicked over to him a deathly glare being sent at him.

Avoiding a splash sent up at him Gaz was unphased mostly jotting down notes now as the Mer calmed eventually now just watching him which he didn't at all mind gave him a better view of all of there body and tail jotting down specific markers and scars along the skin.

Looking back at his other Orca mer notes they had no features genetically similar to any of the other Orca's they've rehabbed at least in this area of the country and since they found them all alone he was to assume they either left there close familial group or was very much lost which was likely due to there injuries.

There's just no way there pod would have left them in such a state but at the same time after reviewing there injuries Gaz was unsure to say the least.

There injuries were way to aggressive to be a simple fight or struggle between prey and predator, Not specific enough for them to be from blades of a boat motor, And were also not specific enough for them to be a survivor of a failed poaching attempt.

Gaz sighed as he shifted on his feet glancing up from his notes and to the Mer which still stared at him.

"God's what happen to you.." He mumbled as he leaned against the railing the Mer had retreated back underwater seemingly bored with him now.

-

This was weird—

No this was wrong.

This human had been just watching you?

And doing whatever it was doing.

Should you stare back?

Maybe you'll freak it out.

You did not in fact freak it out and it was still doing something with that board.

This place didn't seem all too bad.

You couldn't smell the remnants of blood from past creatures like you could back there they never cleaned your holding pool enough to make that scent fade away sometimes it was strong enough that you could have sworn the corpses were just floating right next to you.

There has been cases when they tried to even partner you up with a another Mer for a chance at calming you.

You only had one incident for them to know you should be left isolated.

You didn't want to be alone.

But a noise brought you out of your mind.

"Hey? I uh..brought you food."

It was that human again from the dock now that you got a better look at him.

Weirdo.

You surfaced as you looked over at him.

He was in grabbing range.

But you rather not get punished.

Does this place do punishments?

It's not the old place.

Hm.

You eventually decided not to drown him and instead waiting as he got closer cautious with a bucket of Fish that didn't smell like it was decaying for one still fresh possibly been frozen as he pushed over the bucket allowing you to get closer to the edge of the pool as he backed up out of reach.

To say you were hungry was a understatement as you ate till you were full enough pushing the bucket back towards him squinting at him as he chuckled.

"You must of been starving huh?..I know this must be confusing but were all here to help."

Lies.

"I'll be back to feed you later in a couple of hours.."

Don't come back.

"..Alright see you later Scarface."

What?

That name confused you greatly but you chose to ignore it you've been called worse.

Oh god what if they start calling you that?

"[Name]"

The human stopped dead in his tracks as he looked back at you.

"[Name]?"

You nodded as he hummed.

"Mines Gaz or..Well Kyle."

"Stupid names."

He was bewildered for a moment before chuckling once more.

"Alright Scarface"

"Kyle"

[bunnyreaper]

thoughts on period sex with the 141 boys? i feel like they’re all ready willing and able since blood doesn’t bother them

i feel like price would be most likely to use his mouth. he's got experience, he's completely unphased and he knows his mouth can give you so much relief. he is so soft and gentle with you, setting you on a towel and telling you to relax as he sets his mouth to your clit and gets rid of those cramps through orgasm after orgasm. if his beard gets messy, he doesn't care too much, cleaning you up first and setting you down for a nap first before he tends to himself.

kyle would spoil you with everything you wanted, giving you snacks and watching your favourite movie with you even if he didn't like it. with your permission he'd then take you to the bed and massage you--making sure every part of you is relaxed and worshipped, before he works your clit with his fingers and makes you cum until you're happy and pain free.

johnny would use his silver tongue to soothe your fears and self-conciousness, promising you'll feel better if you just let him take care of you. he sits up against the bed frame and sets you in his lap, fucking you deep and kissing your pretty face the entire time. you can grind down on him however you like, and cum as much as you need to until you're on cloud nine.

and simon would take you in the shower, i don't think he'd be bothered by the blood but would appreciate the convenience. not only does he get on his knees to kiss every inch of you, he fucks you slowly from behind as he braces you against the shower wall, making sure you're worn out by the time he's done with you. he'd also wash your hair and scrub your body, taking perfect care of you

[xo-cod]

watching scary movies w price !

reader is scared of the movie lolz, ooc/rushed i already know 😩 enjoy :) <3

"you're missing the best part, sweetness" the deep baritone of his voice caressed your senses as he laughs, gently nudging you back in your seat from where you leaned into him a little from the jumpscares. you usually would've melted at his voice had the cocky undertone not been present in it, challenging you.

"i hate this movie" your grumble fills his ears as you looked back to the tv reluctantly, a frown creasing your forehead. he just softly smiles as he takes you in, noticing all the small details across your face with pure love

"oh god he's gone in the basement" you wince at the movie a little, silently cursing yourself for ever agreeing to watch a horror movie with price who looked utterly amused at your state. he had to resist a laugh when you tried to cover your ears subtly, the sudden sounds making you jump

"you're not scared of the movie are you, gorgeous?" he teases, poking your side a little while you rolled your eyes frowning at him. clearly this movie hadn't impacted at him at all, he looked almost bored as he sat there watching it. but you on the other hand, oh he could look at you and find a million things fascinating

"john" your whine elicits another laugh from him and once he's deemed you've had enough, he bundles you up in the blanket, pressed against his chest. his lap is huge and warm, your arms immediately go around his front to steady yourself while you feel him press gently kisses to your forehead. he seemed completely unphased by the screams and shouts coming from movie, instead his focus is solely upon you. his natural musk mixed with tinges of his cigar fill your nose, he smells comforting. warm. home

"i know i should take this off..." price begins, looking back the movie and then back to you with a teasing glint sparkling in his eyes "but you look so bloody cute hanging onto me, i can't help it"

[the-s1lly-corner]

alright, so i completely understand if you don't wanna do this since you have been getting a lot of tadc requests, so feel free to leave this in your inbox for a while but its worth a shot i guess.

tadc x angel reader? but im not talking about the cute and adoring ones, moresore the bibical angel type. kind of like principalities angels if you know what that is. scary stuff.

thanks for all that you do btw, i love your writing and as a fanfiction writer myself im amazed at how quickly your able to pump out requests

thanks for reading

TADC cast x angel!reader !

took me a hot minute to find it but someone asked for the same/very similar request for zooble so!! that post is going to be linked in place of their segment! yahoo! uhuhuhuh!! admin must admit, he does not know much about actual angel lore so hes gonna be real loose with this </3 aaaand to the last part!! its the silliness... i cant contain it... sobs...

CAINE:

now i dont know what kind of personality the reader has, but imagine your wings stick out and fluff up when he decides hes bold enough to compliment, or even flirt with you... has probably led to him getting smacked by your wings and being sent flying... the price of being small, sadly... though he did kind of have it coming for standing where he was/j

sometimes, you guys fly together, since caine very rarely walks around on the ground and kind of just glides around... its nice having someone who can accompany him around... doesnt think your intimidating, if anything he thinks you look interesting... hes probably unphased by most of the forms circus members may take, though its rare you get someone who does look unsettling... shrugs

POMNI:

honestly probably a little intimidated, and perhaps even unnerved in the beginning. like not in the "im deeply uncomfortable" way but more like "oh. so thats a thing" if that makes sense? does try to be nice and kind to you, though, since she does understand that this isnt what you really look like and you cant really... control it... probably has sneezed from the feathers of your wings, if you have any.. in fact you might have accidentally smacked her with them, since shes so small.. you didnt mean to..! honest! caine and pomni just got cursed with the shortness... no thoughts, only angel reader protectively shielding someone with their wings, this can apply to any of the characters... probably one of my favorite tropes for characters with large wings tbh

RAGATHA:

if you can swap out your clothes or have clothes that are detachable (since clothes are canonically stuck to the bodies) shes definitely going to make you some clothing that you can easily slip over your wings, and still have them out! plus spending time with you making the measurements and trying out patterns and fabric is nice! thinks your wings are soft... probably a little put off by your appearance and vibe at first, but ragatha being ragatha shes not going to let it bother her for long, and she makes sure youre welcomed to the circus with open arms... i mean its not like you have a choice to leave... may as well be as inviting as possible..!

JAX:

drum roll please! its the admins favorite jax headcannon that always rears its head in whenever the admin writes a reader who has some extra body part or fluff or accessories or a combination! the fidget/fiddle headcannon! this man is likely going to stroke and mess with your wings, a lot. congrats, youre his new fidget toy/j. has probably accidentally, or perhaps no so accidentally, pulled a feather out. granted im not sure how much it would hurt, i think it would be akin to plucking hair with a tweezer, but the point still stands..! has probably asked you to fly him up somewhere... totally not so he can do some mischief... probably doesnt know much about angels (like the admin LMAO) and probably labels you as like. sterotypical cartoon angel personality (forgiving, kind, good, ect. basically everything that isnt jax/j) but whether or not thats true its up to you... though it would be a little funny for the person who looks like an angel being a trickster... shrugs

KINGER:

FEAR!!! okay... well i think thats a given when theres a new circus member around, since kinger is a little... eh... you know? probably takes some time to warm up to you, but given how he speaks to pomni in the pilot within the first few minutes of her being there, i dont think it would take long for him to approach you. definitely polite, probably even more so thanks to your angelic appearance. mmngh.. soft feathers... shares the jax fidget headcannon with the silly chess piece... bonus if you actually are really kind and protective, this man would be hovering around you since you kind of represent comfort to him... thinks...

ZOOBLE:

right here!

GANGLE:

while most of the others are a little intimidated i think gangle actually likes the aesthetics of angels. maybe thats just the artist in her; like every artist ive met either has a soft spot for angel or demon characters... sometimes both.. admins no exception, its like. mandatory artist trait/j

i had a winged reader request somewhere, where gangle puts the readers fallen feathers into art work and gifts it to them. kind of like how people used to put the hair of their loved ones in jewelry... i think that would also apply to an angel reader! similar to kinger, if youre protective shes going to gravitate towards you... given that shes made of ribbon and fragile... and because of SOOOOOMEONE (glares at jax)... very nice dynamic/relationship material here, me thinks

[daggerspare-standingby]

THE CHASE - PART 5 | Hangman x Reader

Hey, Hi, Hello! I'm not back full time, but I did have some down time when my little one napped and finally finished this part. Am I super happy with how it turned out, not really, BUT It's still cute and fluffy and we get to see more of Jake with heart eyes. Thank you again for all your patience and support!

2336 words! No Warnings

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Bartender!Reader

Without further adieu

--

Jake took his seat across from you in the warmly lit restaurant as you took in your surroundings. When the waiter handed you the menu you opened it and surveyed the offerings, and of course the price. Once the waiter had disappeared you quickly shut the menu and looked at Jake, eyes wide. “Jake, this is ridiculously expensive, we don’t have to eat here” your voice was near a whisper. He simply chuckled “you said you wanted to be wined and dined, for a first date, this is the best you can get” He seemed completely unphased and you balked at him. Jake looks up from his menu and gives you a smile, a real fond, cheek dimpling smile full of pearly white teeth. You're so distracted by the smile and the feeling it gives you that you nearly miss him reaching his hand across the table to grasp yours, his calloused thumb rubbing the top lightly “first off, Uncle Sam pays me just fine to be able to afford this - granted, not every night, I prefer home cooking anyways, but on a special occasion, or a first date, especially with you, this is pennies, Darlin’.” 

The flutter you felt at his words and at the gentle look he was giving you was unnerving, but not unwelcome. The all familiar nickname he had for you sounded different tonight, in the way he said it. In that time, he had returned his attention to the menu - but the smile had not faltered from his face. You realized you weren’t going to win and so you regarded the menu again, before selecting a lower priced main course option in your head. That is, until Jake looked at you and suggested ordering an appetizer platter that included a few options of everything. When you didn’t oppose, He smiled at you “what are you thinking about for dinner?” you shrugged nonchalantly, and told him your option, the salmon sounded good and was not as highly priced as the rest of the menu items. “I was thinking about the Ribeye to be honest, now nothing really beats Texas BBQ but I’ll give it a shot.” He flipped the menu page and looked at the drinks, while you peeked at the price of his entree selection, that’s when you decided to revise the selection of your main course to something a little higher to match. You did say wine and dine after all.

When the waiter came back, Jake offered for you to order first, when the waiter asked about drinks to get started, he straightened up slightly “Did you see any bottle of wine you wanted?” immediately you shook your head “you pick, they all look so nice.” Jake wore a small smirk “fine” He showed the waiter his selection on the menu, to which he nodded, took the menus and disappeared. You shook your head at Jake, a small smile playing on your face “you ordered one of the more expensive ones didn’t you?” his grin widened and shook his head “not telling, you’ll just have to enjoy it.” a small laugh bubbled out of your lips “you continue to surprise me.” 

The waiter returned once more with the wine bottle, presented it to you and offered you a taste before serving, to which you accepted. He poured a small amount in your glass and you swirled it, before sipping it. The red wine Jake had chosen was full bodied, warm and had notes of spices dancing across your tastebuds, it would go lovely with the menu options you had both selected. When you nodded your approval, the waiter topped up your glass before serving Jake and leaving the bottle on the table, and returning to the kitchen, presumably to retrieve your appetizers.

You lifted your glass, holding it up “cheers” Jake smiled at you and tipped his glass to clink with yours “cheers to the first date”. You could barely hide the smile that graced your face as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip, reveling in the fact you were truly on a date with Jake Seresin, the man of your desires and of your nighttime fantasies for the past 3 months, and even though there was still that little voice in your head screaming at you that you were just going to get hurt, you couldn’t help but let yourself feel excited. “So” Jake recalled your attention to him, green eyes sparkling with a little mischief. “I’m really curious to know, why do you usually only call me by my call sign and everyone else by their names?”

Jake had been dying to know the answer to this question since he met you. It was only in the last 7 days that you had called him by his first name and he folded his hands in front of him on the table, watching you digest his question and take another sip of wine before setting the glass down “it’s a little embarrassing…” he shrugged slightly “would you tell me anyways? Or is it a second date kind of question?” you laughed and took another sip of wine, hoping it would increase your courage to tell him the truth “I was hoping it could wait until dessert at least.” Jake just waited patiently while you seemed to prepare yourself to tell him your answer.

“I’ve only ever heard what all the other girls and bartenders have said about you at the Hard Deck” you watched a scowl breach his lips but he stayed silent and you continued “and I thought, that if I kept the persona of Hangman in my head, I wouldn’t let myself get attached and fall for you…” you sighed and avoided his gaze, which you could feel boring into you “that  didn’t work. I’ve played hard to get because I liked you a lot and I was - I am, worried about getting hurt.” 

Jake considered your words, it’s true that he had a very flyboy persona, where he used to leave with whatever badge bunny would strike his fancy that night. He always made it clear that there were no strings attached, hookup only, until he met you anyways. Before you, some of the girls had gotten their hopes up, feeling as if they were entitled to more than just sex with him, which is presumably what you had heard from previous bartenders. He had a type apparently, which caused Penny to lose more than one decent extra hand and though she had a soft spot for the Dagger Squad, him included, the Hard Deck came first to her. 

Jake met your eyes, sincerity echoed in them, “I know I’ve got a bit of a reputation, but I’m here to prove to you that I’ve changed.” You had been open and candid with him, and it was his turn to return the sentiment. “Did I hope to get you to come home with me the first night I met you, yes absolutely I did, but when you didn’t even give me the time of day, I was awestruck. You have time and time again proved that you don’t need any man to make things happen and I’ve grown to respect that, and frankly, the way you put me in my place most of the time is a huge turn on.” You blushed as his praise washed over you, surprised that he would be this honest with you. When you didn’t reply, he continued “Darlin’ I’ve been spending the last three months trying to get your attention in any way you’ll give it to me, because I can’t get you out of my head. When you finally agreed to this date, I knew I had one chance to not fuck this up royally because you’re that kind of girl.” Jake cut his speech a little short, afraid to admit that you were the girl. The one he would be proud to bring home to his mama and friends in Texas, the one he could see with his Nan’s ring on her finger and a matching gold band on his own. The one he wanted to come home to every day, and pick him up at the end of deployments. He felt like he was in one of those hallmark Christmas love story movies that he used to watch with his Nan, at the part where the guy realizes that the girl he loved the entire time is right in front of him but he’s been denying it because he was scared. Hell, the only thing Jake was scared of right now is you telling him you wanted to be just friends. 

You sat across from him, listening to him pour some of his heart out before the main course even arrived and once he was finished you just smiled “youre right, You do have one chance to not fuck this up royally…” You paused, mostly for dramatic effect but also to sip your wine and then continued “but you’re doing a pretty good job so far.” You watched as Jake let out a breath he had apparently been holding and gave him a small smile, which he returned tenfold, and the waiter brought over your main courses.

–

“I was mortified!” You laughed with Jake, sharing a piece of chocolate cake as dessert as he recounted the story of how he threw Maverick out of the bar and found out that it was his CO the following day. Dinner had been fantastic and full of great conversation between the two of you, you’d learned more about his family and he learned more about you. Now, as you shared a decadent dessert, you knew that trying not to fall for him would be impossible, because you’d already fallen so hard, and so fast. “Thank you, this was really nice.” You took one more lick of the sweet chocolate cake off your spoon as he waved the waiter over for the check and filled out his information while tucking the credit card into the pocket and handing it back. “You don’t have to thank me, just… let me take you out again, and be the only guy that can take you out, I don’t feel like fighting with Rooster for your attention.” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as he tucked his card back into his wallet “I have to give Rooster attention when he’s ordering drinks from me.” Jake wrinkled his nose “nah, just tell him to order them from Jimmy.” you smiled again and took his arm as he stood and offered it to you “Let me take you home, and hope to god that I can get a kiss goodnight on your front porch” You rested your head on his shoulder, keeping the soft smile on your lips. You were definitely giving him a goodnight kiss on your front porch.

He opened the door and helped you into the truck, just like he had when he picked you up, and when he climbed in on his side you reached across the console to hold his hand. He looked at your joined hands surprised but then smiled at you as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it softly, before turning the engine and starting the drive back to your place.

On the drive back, the cab of the truck was filled with your combined laughter as you both sang along to the radio - albeit badly. Jake held your hand the entire way home and you let him, as you were thinking about where you really wanted this to go. You thought about the nights coming home alone from the bar, and how many times you saw him leave with other women, how much it gutted you, and how you wished he didn’t give you the butterflies that he did. However now that his attention was all on you, things were different. As the truck slowed in front of your house, the air in the cab prickled with electricity. You looked over at Jake as he turned off the truck’s engine and his eyes met yours. Then he opened his door and made his way around to your side, opening the door and holding out his hand for you. Taking his hand he helped you out of the truck, and walked you up to the door.

“Well, I hope tonight exceeded your expectations of me” He shot you a cheeky smirk, but you could tell it was in earnest, and that he was nervous. You nodded and leaned back against your door, your hands folded behind you to hide the fact that your fingers were twitching to run through his hair and down his button up, a smile playing on your lips. “We should do it again sometime…” His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he nodded “yeah, I’d love to take you out again.” You looked up at him, admiring the straightness of his jaw, the perfect cupid’s bow of his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in thought or concentration, you weren’t sure, and the subsequent lines that were drawn across his forehead. You reached out with your fingers to lightly smooth those worry lines away as you took a small step closer to him and whispered “Are you going to kiss me goodnight?” He seemed to visibly relax under your touch as he slipped one hand to your waist, the other cupping your jaw and making you draw in a slight sharp breath. You felt so dainty in his hands, his fingertips brushing against the small hairs at the back of your neck as he held your jaw. Jake’s eyes searched your face for any sign of protest before leaning down and slanting his lips across yours and kissing you for the very first time.

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Ghost walks into the kitchen with soap koala bear clinging to his back. He acts like it's totally normal, like there isn't a 5'8(?) 200(?)lbs man on his back.

everyone just stops and stares and ghost just turns around like, "wot? never seen a man make tea before?"

soap on his back just grinning, and snuggling further into ghost's back

gaz is completely unphased

and price is just exhausted dad

[pekoehoneyncream]

Ghoaptober # 18

Prompt: Secret

Words: 1000~

TW: None (sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

I realized that I'd been neglecting Gaz throughout this series and decided to remedy that. I think he'd have preferred if I'd left him alone.

Enjoy!

Ghost slid onto the bench across the table from Gaz. From the moment he’d come into the officer’s mess hall and had clocked Gaz’s presence, he’d kept an unbroken unblinking stare on the Sergeant. Soap was keeping a secret and Ghost knew that Gaz knew what it was. The only reason that Ghost hadn’t had a breakdown over Soap keeping something from him was the fact that Johnny was being very upfront about it, outright saying that he didn’t want to share whatever it was yet.

That was all well and good, but then, almost one month into forcing himself to respect Soap’s right to have privacy, Gaz started acting squirrely. Avoiding Ghost, cutting himself off mid-sentence and dancing around an -oddly diverse- array of topics. All but screaming that he was in on it. 

Whatever it was. 

An awkward flush climbed higher and higher up Gaz’s neck the longer he was caught under Ghost’s ungenerous scrutiny. He started pushing his food around on his plate, taking more and more time between each bite as his appetite fled before Ghost’s predatory gaze. 

“Hey, Ghost,” Gaz eventually greeted with poorly feigned calm.

“Garrick.” Ghost acknowledged flatly. He knew that Gaz talked more with active listeners, he liked it when people vocalized along with what he was saying, and Ghost needed Gaz feeling chatty. 

“What’s up,” Gaz kept his eyes locked on Ghost, his training demanding that he not take his eyes off a potential threat, “You gettin’ something to eat?” 

“Nah,” Ghost dismissed, “Not after food.” 

“Yeah?” Gaz questioned, his hopes that this would be a normal conversation visibly dying behind his eyes, “Did you need me for something?”

“You know what I want.” Ghost threw down the metaphorical gauntlet, leaning forward to brace his forearms on the table, “And you’re gonna tell me.” 

Gaz forced himself to not lean back, or scan the room for cover and escape routes. Showing any weakness right now would be a death sentence. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He bluffed, subconsciously straightening up in his seat.

“Yes you do.” Ghost threw back in his face, unphased by Gaz’s posturing, “I’m gonna find out either way, so why don’t make this less painful for everyone and just tell me.” 

Gaz’s eyes started flickering between Ghost’s, and the Lieutenant knew he was on the edge of fessing up. He leaned back to scan the room for witnesses -there were none, Ghost had carefully timed it so they were alone- and Ghost knew he’d won. 

“How did you know?” Gaz hissed, leaning close to Ghost over the table.

“It was obvious.” Ghost lied, not bothering to lower his voice. 

“Obvious!” Gaz shrilled, “But we were so careful.”

Ghost responded with only a derisive head tilt. Silently implying that he thoroughly disagreed. 

“Okay, okay,” Gaz capitulated, “But you can’t tell anyone.” 

With only his eyes showing, you’d think the amount of scorn Ghost could wordlessly express would be limited. Not so. 

“Yeah, okay,” Gaz could admit that wasn’t his brightest moment, “I’ve been asking him out since, like, February, right? And in August he finally said that we could ‘give it a try’, so I’ve been working super hard to-” 

“Wait. Wait.” Ghost exclaimed, his voice sharp with betrayal, “You asked out Johnny and he said yes?!” 

“What? No!” Gaz denied, leaning away from Ghost, who looked ready to climb over the table and murder him, “Price! I asked out Price!” 

“Price?” Ghost repeated, sitting back into his seat, entirely confused. What did Price have to do with anything?

“Yeah, we’ve been fucking for years-,”

“Right.” Ghost acknowledged.

“and that was never all that I wanted from him, but I couldn’t- What do you mean ‘Right’,” Gaz cut himself off, “You knew!?”

“Of course I knew,” Ghost answered, a defensive edge creeping into his voice, “That really was obvious. I was talking about whatever Johnny’s hiding.”

“What, his new tattoo?” Gaz blurted.

“Ky!” Came Soap’s dismayed cry, “Ah told ye no’ tae tell him!” 

Ghost and Gaz whipped around, baffled to find Soap at the end of their table, a tray of food in hand. How long had he been stood there?

“Did you know about Price and me?” “You got another tattoo?”

They spoke over each other, both demanding an answer. 

“Whit? Tha’ ye’ve been ridin’ the Cap for years?” Soap addressed Gaz as he set his food on the table and sat down next to Ghost, “Didnae ken ye were tryin’ tae hide it.”

Gaz let his head drop onto the dubiously clean surface of the mess table, clamping his arms over his ears and tenting his hands over his head. Letting out a muffled, but no less heartfelt, groan of despair. 

“A tattoo, Johnny?” Ghost repeated, staring at Soap with pitifully sad eyes. 

“Aye, quit y'ur mopin’. Was gonnae show ye when it was healed.” Soap grumbled, stabbing mutinously as his food, “Was meant tae be a surprise, but Garrick ruined tha’.”

“Can you show me now?” Ghost inveigled, batting those pretty brown eyes that he knew Soap loved. Not that he wouldn’t adamantly deny ever doing any such thing.

“No’ here,” Soap caved with a sigh, “It’s no’ in a guid spot fer tha’, but I’ve a pic' ye can see.”

Ghost watched Soap with rapt attention as he dug his personal phone out of his pockets and navigated to his gallery, handing the phone to Ghost once he’d found the photo he wanted. Cradling the phone, Ghost stared down at what he recognized to be the -previously unmarked- skin of Johnny’s left inner thigh. Inked there now was an exact replica of a knife. Ghost’s knife. The cherry on top being the addition of their anniversary date printed in clear numbers along the spine of the blade. 

“Si?” Soap asked hesitantly after Ghost had sat unmoving for a worryingly long moment, “Do ye no’ like it?”

Ghost’s head snapped up. He stared blankly into Soap’s stressed blue eyes for a beat, then burst into motion. Shoving the phone into one of his pockets, he stood from the table and hauled Johnny up with him. He headed out the doors and towards his room at a quick clip, dragging his unresisting boyfriend along behind him.

The both of them leaving a mortified Gaz alone in the mess to wallow and mourn his burning worldview without a second thought.

Thank You For Reading!

Poor Gaz, getting called out like that.

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[napkinscrawls]

CoD MW snippet is 100th post!🎉

Streamer!AU | Gaz x reader x Price | tortured chat™️ | reader is from Essex | gn!reader | fat!reader | privacy king Price | ft. Horny Mod!Soap & Lurking Mod!Ghost. 🎮

Sitting next to your boyfriend & co-streamer Gaz in front of the camera as the 2 of you bullshit your way through another "couch co-op" game. The gimick of your joint channel being that you are actually sat on a comfy sofa together in a room that is bathed in soft lighting. A juxtaposition to the chaotic bits you would 'yes and' eachother through. Your tablet as always is on the nearby sidetable as the Chat scrolls by. They're making more jokes about how Gaz sheould watch out for the ledge he already fell off.

He doesn't fall anymore than you in games, but the Chat has already decided it is a pattern. Custom emotes for it & everything.

Another thing the Chat enjoys is when "the Captain" is spotted in the edges of the webcam, an middle aged white man with muttonchops, a bulk of soft muscle, & a gruff voice that the Chat goes beserk for. The 2 of you are very firm about privacy & handle the balance of genuine banter without giving away any details. (With the help of some very active mods bleaching any semblance of overstepped boundaries.)

Gaz & you have always behaved as a couple publicly, but this 3rd in the house was too hot mysterious for the anonymous watchers to ignore. Especially when both of you fawn over him whenever he is brought up & that he is exclusively referred to as 'the Captain'. Chat was torn between wanting him carnally & wanting either of you or Gaz to be with him. Most of the comments were all in good fun but if taken too far the offending accounts were banned with no chance of appeal. The private mod chat was filled with jokes at how the Chat has somehow not considered Polyamory.

A hand slides into frame to replace your empty bottle & on cue the chat fills with a mix of 👀 & custom quokka emotes (the channel's mascot with no resemblance to the elusive Captain). You catch the movement, turning to smile up at the off-camera man.

"Thanks babes" A familiar petname, vague enough to passed off as platonic but those who know you know that's not how you use it.

Without missing a beat the Captain replies by ducking just into the top of frame & planting a kiss square on your lips. The kiss was firm, blistering but brief. Resetting your train of thought when all you had expected was the usual dismissive hair ruffling & to see John retreat with reddened ears. The Captain was not one for PDA on the internet, knew too well how long something can be preserved online. Instead you were now hiding your flushed face behind your fresh drink. You barely register the "no problem luv".

The mods do not stop the Chat's responses this time because they are right there in the flood of reactions. '3 o'clock, Gaz.' 'Where's my kiss?'

Gaz saw the last comment as he sipped his own drink, unphased by what just happened to his left. Clearing his throat before the Captain could get halfway out of the room, Gaz cranes his head round just as you lean towards your dropped controller.

"Always told me not to half-arse a job, Sir." His voice tainted with the smile plastered on his face.

A small hum of consideration can just about be picked up on the mic before the muffled footsteps bring the lower half of the Captain back into view. "Wouldn't dream of it." Is mumbled dryly but Gaz gets his matching kiss too. Gaz beams up at the man who claps him on the shoulder & ambles away once more, chuckling softly to himself. Cat's out of the bag.

You both share a silent look.

"Aite, you ready mate?" Your words snap Gaz out of his smugness, face immediately falling into a heartbroken wide-eyed stare at you.

You purse your lips to stifle your laughter & shrug your eyebrows at him, feigning ignorance.

"Don't call me that." His small voice is genuinely heartbreaking. "I worked too hard to be back at 'mate' again."

He really had. You'd started out as friends, it took him years to convince you to move north & into this house. Even then you did not believe this charming voice actor with a strangle hold on his social media wanted to be with you. Like you weren't a powerhouse yourself; a well-loved gaming streamer with a sharp wit & vicious sense of humour. (Sure you had faced the far too common fatphobia from using a webcam online, but it was balanced out with so many goodnatured glittery fancams that had done more to make you feel like part of gaming community than any award could.) John had moved in later but has known Gaz far longer. Initially John swore he was just a security worker, though eventually confided in you about his side job he had that insane microphone for pays far better.

You break out into a snort, taking a moment to compose yourself. Neither of you are paying attention to the riot happening in the Chat. Which now is lead your vocal mod 'BarkitBubbles' begging Gaz to give him a chance & that he has spare room(in his bed). The other mod '1134209' is silently allowing various comments out of the auto-filter that he deems funny (mainly jokes about BarkitBubbles). It's absolute bedlam.

You're too preoccupied with regaining the upper hand in this game of chicken. Gaz continues to weaponise his puppydog eyes. Fuck. Why was he born with such beautiful brown eyes. You're going to crumble. No, you can't lose to both John & Gaz today.

Managing to think of something, you rest your arm on the back of the sofa & tuck your legs under your plush thighs. "So you think you should outrank the Captain now?"

Gaz freezes for a second, his eyes flit between yours & the now closed door. Even without the Captain in the room he had to word this carefully. "...no... we're all equal in... this house..." He says tentatively, knowing he had a trap to dodge.

Your smile from earlier returns. "Good save, babes." Leaning in, you reward him with a soft kiss, & the 2 of you break into laughter. Gaz grabbing your face to pepper you with more kisses in return.

In the still speeding chat a 1st follower icon accompanies the comment "Court-martial avoided." by someone with the username 'Come_on_Down".

[gravehags]

something something papas and ghouls taking care of you when you’re sick send tweet

primo - herbal remedy king (homemade, naturally) but understands the power of vick’s vaporub. will feed you tinctures and tonics while his weathered hands gently rub the goop on your chest. doesn’t mind when you cough in his face while you sleep.

secondo - #1 pastina maker in the abbey, has his own special recipe. will feed you so much goddamn broth you feel like you’re going to explode but when you open your mouth to object, he simply gives you the Secondo Emeritus Look™️ and you shut right up and pick up your spoon.

terzo - wholly unphased by how gross you look/sound/feel. to him you are always his amore, even as he’s holding your hair and you’re emptying your stomach in the toilet for the fourth time that night. will always make sure you’re hydrated.

copia - the ultimate fussy guy. when you first mention you don’t feel so good he’s already got the thermometer in hand, herding you into the bedroom. he’ll cluck and mutter to himself in italian as he frets over you until you finally tell him to please come to bed, bello, you are wearing a hole in the rug with your pacing.

cumulus - oh lord she’s comin and she’s got the goods. lulu will get her hands on every medication available in the abbey and go over all the symptoms every one helps in order to pick the best one for you. rubs your back soothingly and peppers your face with kisses, regardless of how clammy you are.

cirrus - firmly but gently reassures you that no, you’re not dying it’s just a virus and this does happen to humans on occasion. is the most sensible of the ghouls when you’re sick and like terzo, always holds your hair for you. will strip you down and bathe you all by herself with no complaints.

sunshine - big time cuddler. completely unphased by your grossness and will pull you into her embrace and gently stroke your hair while kissing the top of your head. giggles a little when you thank her in a nasally voice.

aurora - queen of channel surfing. when you get tired of watching the price is right all morning she’ll snag the remote from you and put on a juicy lifetime movie. her commentary makes you laugh so hard you go into coughing fits but improves morale greatly.

swiss - when you show up in his doorway and hoarsely proclaim you don’t feel so good he’s already halfway dragging you to bed. after he gets all your garments off this man is making you a nest to end all nests. you WILL be cozy.

mountain - brings you tea with honey on such a constant rotation you have to beg him to stop or you’ll wet the bed to which he calmly tells you he’ll carry you to the toilet every time if that’s what it takes. cleans up your used tissues with zero bitching.

phantom - this bug is a panicker. he’s relatively new and doesn’t get what the flu is so he automatically assumes you’re dying. you end up comforting him more than the other way around. if you do a sinus rinse he’s at the sink next to you, watching and absolutely fascinated.

rain - the gentlest of all the ghouls when you’re sick. unlike the others, he knows when to give you space to heal and be alone. doesn’t mean he neglects you though - like cirrus will absolutely bathe you with no complaints and get you back in fresh pajamas.

dewdrop - speaking of complaints, this guy will bitch on your behalf til there’s no tomorrow. he’ll hold your giant water bottle up to your mouth, proclaiming how fucked up it is that you’re suffering and he can’t really do anything about it. always validates you and your feelings, even if you are being a little whiny baby.

aether - like secondo, he is making you a hearty soup the instant he hears a sniffle. he’s happy to make grocery store runs for your sick staples and comes home with way more than you’ll ever need. when you’re restless because your illness won’t let you sleep, he slings an arm around your waist to ground you and maybe, just maybe uses a little quintessence magic to lull you to sleep in his arms.