#reader x price

[sigh-tofm]

when you’re on your period…

… price

- offers you his big warm hand when you ask him to get the heating pad. will lie behind you all day, his hand warming your soft, bloated belly. whispers to you about this study he read that says that orgasms can alleviate period cramps. slides his hands down your panties when you agree to try. does not mind the blood.

- keeps track of all your hygiene products and makes sure everything is topped up. buys five menstrual cups because nobody has told him they are reusable.

- smiles and patiently gets out of your way when you get snappy with him. understands what pain does to people.

… gaz

- is as perceptive as his captain, but clingier. hovers a little by the bed and does not need to be asked to come lay with you.

- knows your needs and cravings better than yourself. makes sure you have sweet and salty snacks within reach. always keeps your water bottle filled and nearby. makes delicious dinner for you with leafy greens and other iron-rich foods.

- watches your comfort shows with you. laughs at all the right scenes. dries the tears on both of your faces when it’s sad. does not ever make you feel stupid for liking the shows that you like.

… soap

- gets you up and moving without making you feel rushed and forced. holds your hand while you walk and regulates himself to follow your tempo. stops whenever to watch the clouds or study a bird with you, or to let you squeeze his hand when a particularly nasty cramp gets to you.

- makes sure the bedroom has perfect conditions for you. opens the windows and puts the fan on to help you cool down, or gets an extra blanket if you’re too cold. changes the sheets if they feel too scratchy. will sleep on the floor if it means you’re more comfortable for it.

- readily offers to eat you out when you mention that orgasm study.

… ghost

- makes you tea. his knee jerk reaction when anything feels out of place is to make you tea. your nightstand accumulates tea mugs rapidly on your down days.

- dips into his own supply of heavy pain meds when your own don’t work. sits with you and strokes your hair until they kick in. lets you sleep once they do.

- showers with you, washes your hair for you and holds while you cry because you feel disgusting on your period. does not entirely understand it all. does not need to to be a supportive boyfriend.

[ficmashup]

Caretaker

A/N: I should probably put summaries on these, but I'm terrible at brevity. Clearly. But wow some people actually like this and I'm blushing and kicking my feet. :) Thanks for interacting! Sorry this one is a bit more team-based than Price-based, but honestly the way to that man's heart is through his men. He's such a dad and I love him for it.

Warnings: Vague SA references or similar trauma, stabbing, harsh language, f!reader, talk of being shot, wound care.

Word Count: 3.8k

Feral Masterlist

What really puts the team and I’s tenuous connection to the test is when Soap gets stabbed.

We’re two months in. I’m just a soldier and medic today, on the ground with the rest of the group as we clear a warehouse storing some enemy supplies that we’re…appropriating. My focus is razor sharp, easily directing my hyperactive fight or flight instinct into looking around every corner and keeping a sharp ear out for any noise. Soap and Ghost are on the other side of the building doing the same, Price pulling up the rear.

Gaz and I both hear the scuffle and stop in our tracks before Ghost’s voice comes over coms. “Soap’s hit. Eastern corner.” We start moving immediately and I slide my gun wrapped around my body to my back as we reach them, the boys already forming a circle around Soap as they watch his back. I’m on my knees at his side the second I reach him, my hand pushing down hard on his thigh as I take in the handle sticking out just above his hip.

His body is held taut and his jaw is locked, clearly trying to stay quiet and still. “Alright, Soap, I’ve got you.” I murmur while Price gives orders to the boys. Gaz and him split up, more than likely going to clear the rest of the building while Ghost stays in the shadows next to me to watch our backs.

Soap grunts. “Good to know, G.”

I guide his hand to my knee and press it there so he can squeeze when the pain gets too bad. It helps my patient and gives me a good indicator of their pain levels. My fingers are ginger as I rip his shirt a bit more, moving it and his tac vest up enough to see the wound. “Didn’t hit anything vital, you lucky bastard. I can patch you up here, then treat this properly at camp.” I’m already doing it as I tell him, my med-kit open on the concrete floor beside me. I gather two pills in my hand and reach up, tilting his chin to look at me. “Swallow.” His eyes widen a touch and he lets me slip the pills past his lips before his throat flexes as he swallows. “Good. Those will kick in and take away some of the pain on the walk back, but I can’t wait until then. So, I need you hold onto me because this’ll hurt like a bitch.”

I hold his gaze, making sure he knows I mean it and he nods. With gauze packed around the blade, I yank it out without hesitation and Soap chokes. “Fuck.” He curses and his fists clench, his fingers digging into my thigh while I move quickly to staunch the blood flow. Price and Gaz return, nodding to Ghost to give the all clear. The warehouse is empty except for us.

“And here I was thinking Scots were more creative with their cursing.” I goad him a bit to distract him and he huffs a laugh.

“If you wanted me to teach you curses, lass, you should have asked.”

“Think I just did. You going to disappoint a girl?”

Another dry chuckle leaves him and I glance at his face to see a crooked smile despite the pain. “Ah, well, awa’ n bile yer heid is Ghost’s favorite. Means go fuck yourself.” The aforementioned soldier grumbles as he slides through the shadows to settle a few feet from Soap’s head.

“Shouldn’t have gotten him started. Now he won’t shut up.” Gaz comments good-naturedly from my left, he and Price watching as I work. That’s exactly my plan. If Soap’s talking, he’s not thinking about the pain.

“Definitely seems like Ghost’s favorite. Does he hear it often?” I’m nearly done now as I make sure the bandages are as tight as I can safely make them while holding Soap’s gaze again, drawing his attention with a direct look.

He takes a sharp breath, but grins through the pain. “Often enough, eh, LT?” He teases while glancing towards the Lieutenant.

Ghost doesn’t budge from where he watches us. “Couldn’t say. I only pay attention when you speak English.” Soap chuckles at that before I rest a hand on his shoulder and glance at Ghost, tilting my head to his other side. He moves there instantly while I look into Johnny’s eyes again.

“Time to get up. Lean on us and remember that the meds will kick in. Just keep moving for me, yeah?” My voice is calm and firm. I ease him up into a sitting position while he grimaces, but nods. Ghost and I share a look as we move simultaneously to get Soap up onto his feet. He groans and I brace a hand against his bindings to make sure they hold fast. As soon as I meet Price’s eyes, he nods and we start moving out.

Gaz moves towards me to take Soap, but I give him a sharp look. I’m the medic, the sick and injured are my responsibility. I keep Soap’s arm around my shoulders and push ahead with Ghost on his other side. The whole time I keep him talking quietly, distracting him and verbally poking him to keep his mind occupied. A single mention of his favorite football team sends him on a rant for five minutes straight and I don’t think I mistake seeing Ghost’s mask twitch as he smiles.

Gaz and Price are quiet as we make slow progress forward, letting me do my work, but I feel their eyes on us every now and then. Especially on me. Things go a bit easier when the pain pills I gave him kick in and Soap is practically back to himself by the time we get back to camp. Ghost helps me lay him down while everyone else packs up. We were planning to leave tomorrow, but tonight serves just as well.

Gingerly, I help Soap out of his tac vest and shirt before taking a proper look at the wound. “How’s the pain, soldier?” I set his hand on my knee again as I check to see how much blood has seeped into the gauze.

“Three. Barely twinges.” He responds and I give him a critical look as his grip on my leg tightens just a touch as I check my work. But I don’t call him out on it.

“It’s not too bad.” I tell him honestly as I remove the bandages, taking special care to clean the wound this time even as Soap winces. “As long as it’s kept clean and the dressing changed often, you’ll heal in no time. Hope you don’t mind my company because you’ll be seeing a lot of me for a while.”

He shakes his head, a little smile on his face. “Wouldn’t mind it a bit, G, but I can look after myself.”

“Not a chance.” My voice is firm and I make sure to stare into his eyes, placing a hand with blood smeared over my fingers on his shoulder. “That might’ve been how you did it before, but I’m your medic now. No one touches these bandages other than me. Especially not you. Understood, soldier?”

He swallows, then his smile grows as he gives me a nod. “Yes, ma’am.” I nod in return and finish wrapping the wound again while his eyelids droop. “Thanks, lass.” My hand lightly pats his shoulder before I lay his shirt over his chest while I stand.

“Sleep. Move a muscle and I’ll have you strapped to the inside of the car.” He hums his acknowledgement while I stand up and walk over to the men lingering around the back of our jeep. “He’ll be fine. It’s not too deep and didn’t hit anything that’ll cause problems later. We can move out whenever we’re ready.”

Price nods. “Let’s head out then. The sooner, the better.” He receives a chorus of acceptance from me and the others. I’m quick to pack up and slide my bag in the back along with the others before we get Soap in the jeep. Price drives, Ghost sits in the passenger seat, then Gaz and Soap sit on either side of me in the back.

“How are we doing, Soap?” I ask softly as we drive across the landscape, not exactly keeping to roads and worn paths.

He grunts with a hand braced against the wound. “Really enjoying the bumps, Cap.”

“We’ll reach a road in a few minutes. Stick it out, Johnny.” Price responds and Soap curses as he hits a particularly deep crater. My hand moves Soap’s to my knee again, holding it there as a touchstone. I’d rather not give him any more pain pills to avoid him getting drowsy, but I don’t want him incapacitated with pain. Keeping his hand there will help me know if he can handle it.

“This can’t be the worst you’ve had, Soap.” I poke a bit of fun at him and he half-smiles, scoffing.

“Not a chance. Being shot in the leg was a fucking bitch.” He shakes his head before leaning it back against the headrest. His eyes slide to mine. “What about you, G? What’s your worst?” I blink, hesitating as I consider the question. Price hits another bump and Soap hisses while Gaz tries to hide a chuckle as a cough. “You fuckin’ aiming for them, Cap?” His accent gets a bit thicker and I glance up at the rearview mirror to find Price’s eyes already on me. I shake my head slightly. Soap’s question is fine.

“Depends on what you consider worst. The most painful or the one that left me the most fucked up?” I offer and interest flashes in Soap’s eyes. I’ve got him distracted, at least. “I got shot in the left shoulder, then had to fend off an assailant in hand to hand. Worked the bullet deeper into my muscle since it wasn’t clean through. Took forever to heal and it’s a miracle I still have full movement. Couldn’t raise my arm above my shoulder for months.” The men nod or grimace, understanding and easily relating.

“Thought I was going to go stir crazy every time I’ve been put on bed rest.” Soap grumbles and I don’t bother telling him that he’s going to be on bed rest as soon as we get back to base.

“That’s because you can’t stay still for five minutes.” Gaz teases and Soap gives him a grin and a half-shrug to say he’s not wrong.

“Drives most medics crazy. Hope you’re up for it, G.” Ghost comments from the front and I look pointedly towards Soap.

“He’s not going to be difficult for me, are you, Johnny?” I ask expectantly and he shakes his head immediately. The men chuckle while I glance at Price in the mirror and fight a smile of my own. There’s a new edge in his eyes, a soft one, and I find that I like seeing it there.

Gaz shifts in place, a grin on his face as he stares at Soap. “You’ve already got him purring like a cat, G. What were in those pills you gave him?”

“Shut it, Gaz. You heard her threaten that guy in the bar. I’m trying to keep my balls where they are.” The car rumbles with laughter again, mine included, although it’s too quiet for anyone else to hear. We finally reach a dirt road and the ride becomes a fraction easier. Soap eventually falls asleep while I watch over him, my hand still on top of his where it sits on my thigh.

*     *     *

After a brief argument when we get on base, I force Soap into the med tent to stay overnight for observation. There’s a nagging feeling in my gut. I wait for him to finish taking a shower after I carefully wrapped the bandages so they wouldn’t get wet. He quirks a brow when he finds me waiting for him and I wave him into bed so I can take a look at the wound one last time before everyone turns in.

“This isn’t my first, you know.” He quips as he lets me check it again.

I give him a placating look. “After so long in the business, you learn to trust your gut. Better to be paranoid and wrong than careless and miss something that kills you.” That shuts him up promptly and my lips press together as I look at the wound. It looks a little red, almost inflamed. I replace the bandages before digging through a cabinet nearby, then come back with a bottle of water and pills. “Antibiotics, just to be safe. If there was something on the blade and it’s infected, then you’ll probably get a fever in the night. It’ll get worse from there depending on the infection.”

He takes the pills and swallows them, blinking at my words before remarking sarcastically, “Great.”

I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. “I’ll be here. After I head to my room for a bit, I’ll come back with food and you’ll be stuck with me for the night so I can keep an eye on you.”

Amusement creeps back into his eyes as he sits up a little in bed. “They do have people here whose job it is to stay the night. I know you’re just as worn out as I am after the mission.”

I toss the bed’s blankets up over his legs with a firm look telling him to stay put. “Pretty sure I already told you that the only one touching those bandages is me.”

He hums, his smile widening a bit. “You know, I like this possessive side to you, G.”

“Uh-huh. You’ll like it even more when I zip-tie you to the bed if you don’t do everything I say.” I return sweetly and he swallows as I pat his foot, then head to the door. Surprise flits across my face as I see Price waiting for me and I walk over, stopping beside him and turning to look at Soap just like he is.

“Not being too obstinate, is he?” Price asks and he keeps his voice lower than usual while nurses file in and out of the tent while they take care of their own charges.

I heave a breath, but shake my head. “He’s been a good patient so far, but we both know restlessness settles in a little later.” He nods with the corner of his mouth lifting. I hesitate a moment before leaning a shoulder against the wall behind us and turning my body towards him. “My gut is telling me that it’s infected.”

Price turns towards me as well and his expression turns serious. He’s been in this business longer than me and he strikes me as the kind of man who doesn’t disregard his gut either. “Plan of action?”

My eyes cut to Soap idly tying knots with a lace pulled free from one of his boots. “I’m leaving him to have some time alone. We won’t know whether I’m right or not until late into the night, anyway. I’ll come back in an hour or two and keep an eye on him.”

He nods, pressing his lips together before he looks at me. “Alright. Keep me updated if he takes a turn for the worse. And don’t neglect yourself either.” Price gives me a pointed look that I respond to with a small smile. It’s getting a little easier to give those out, recently.

“Understood, Captain. I plan on spending an hour in the shower.” I get him to smile too as I salute him playfully, then head out to my room.

*     *     *

I keep my promise. Well, mostly. I spend a long time in the shower, then change into a tank-top and comfortable pants. My skin is still hot from my shower and I cool off a bit as I walk to the mess hall and get some food as promised before heading back to the med-tents. Soap shoves every morsel of food I give to him into his mouth and I shake my head while eating my own a tad slower. He crashes soon after and I take the time to set everything I might need on the small table next to the bed.

After that, the only thing to do is wait. I curl up in the chair next to him and get as comfortable as I can in the uncomfortable chair. There are one or two other nurses that mill around, but otherwise it’s quiet. Eventually, I find myself falling asleep. I’ve slept in worse places in my military career. I’m still on the cusp of sleep when I feel something settling over me. My eyes flash open and I look up in an instant to see the culprit. His hands freeze and his eyes widen as I find Ghost draping his jacket over me.

I sigh in relief and relax back into the chair, my eyes shutting a moment as my heart thunders in my chest. “Ghost.” I greet him with a scratchy voice before looking towards Soap and moving to get up. “Everything okay?” He puts a hand on my shoulder to hold me in place.

“Everything’s fine. Just came to check on the stubborn bastard to make sure he wasn’t causin’ too much trouble.” He says quietly, his voice gruff and low. “Didn’t expect you to be here, G.”

I relax back into my chair with his jacket tucked snug around me. “I’m here for the duration. Just to make sure everything goes okay.”

His brows furrow. His usual skull mask is gone to leave only the black fabric he wears under it. It’s nice seeing more of his face even if the skin around his eyes is still painted black. “You expectin’ something to go wrong?”

I shrug a shoulder. “It’s just a precaution. A gut feeling.” My lips purse as I look at Soap, slack-jawed and snoring softly. “It could be infected. Or I could be paranoid.” I sigh again as I lean my head back against the chair and Ghost’s mask twitches.

“Either way, thanks for looking out for him.” Ghost crosses his arms and leans a hip against the end of Soap’s bed.

I raise a brow at him. “It’s my job.”

“No.” Ghost shakes his head, eyes crinkling just a touch as I think he smiles again. “This is going above and beyond your job, G. And I’m grateful. So’s everyone else on the team.” I blink as I take in the compliment and his jacket tucked around me. It’s sweet. Terribly sweet.

“I’m glad to do it, Ghost. You all have been pretty welcoming and I know I don’t come off the warmest, but I appreciate it.” Discomfort swirls in my chest at admitting it, but he took a risk thanking me. I can return the favor. “You’re my team.” It’s a claim and a promise. I’ll be loyal, dedicated, treat them like family, as long as they’re just as loyal to me.

Ghost nods, seeing this and understanding. He understands more than the others, if I had to guess. “And we’ve got you just as much as you’ve got us, G. Even if it takes a while for you to see that.” I smile as I pull his jacket a bit closer around me. I’m coming around to the idea.

*     *     *

I fall back asleep after Ghost leaves, but not for long.

Soap’s peaceful snores fade and I wake up when I hear a grunt to find him half-sitting up with his blankets tossed off. He gives me a weak smile when he sees my eyes open. “Sorry, lass. Afraid I’m not feeling great.” I lay Ghost’s jacket over the back of my chair and I’m up in an instant. My hands smooth over his cheek, then his forehead.

“Your skin is hot.” I murmur, knowing he has a fever.

He huffs a soft laugh. “Always knew I was hot.” The corner of my mouth lifts as I help him sit up a bit more and take his sweat-soaked shirt off, then wipe away the sheen covering his chest, back, and forehead.

“It’s going to be a rough night for you, Johnny, but the only way through it is straight.” I set the small towel aside before gently pushing him back down to lay on the bed. Next, I grab two other washcloths I have set aside and head over to the sink to soak them before coming back.

“You certainly don’t sugarcoat things, G.” He chuckles as I lay one cold cloth over his bare chest, then fold the other as I pat his face with it before laying it over his forehead.

“You want me to tell you pretty lies?” I ask softly, aware of the few other patients still sleeping around the room.

His head shakes. “Never said I didn’t like it, lass. Think it’s refreshing.” He takes a deep breath and I rub the cool cloth over his chest before wetting it in cool water again and returning it. “Reminds me a little of Ghost.”

“Oh yeah?” There’s a little surprise in my voice, but I suppose I was just thinking that Ghost understood me more than the others. “He was here earlier to check on you. Based on what he and Price said, I expected a little more resistance from you.” I reach up and flip the washcloth on his forehead so the cool side is against his skin.

He gives me a crooked grin despite the fever, pain, and exhaustion I’m sure he’s feeling. “I’m a sucker for a gentle touch, lass. And I’m a little bit afraid of you.” I chuckle and his eyes light up a little. “Am I delirious or was that a laugh? Can’t wait to tell Gaz I got you to crack first.”

“It was barely a laugh. Hardly counts.” I tease and his eyelids get a little heavy. “Sleep if you can, Johnny. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

He hums in lieu of a laugh. “Good thing I’m not tryin’ then. In fact, think someone would have to pry you out of the team’s cold, dead hands to get you away from us now.” His eyes fall shut as he speaks and I keep gently dabbing his face with the cold washcloth. I let the words sink into me along with Ghost’s earlier, feeling them tether me to the team and the men that create it. But it doesn’t feel like a weight. It feels like a life preserver, buoying me over the waves I’ve been fighting against for a while now. Finally, I take a breath without worrying about whether I’ll take on water.

“Yeah,” I whisper, resting my hand on the cloth on his chest to feel his heart. “I’m getting pretty fond of you all too.”

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Out of Place.

Price moves to a small town now that he’s retired. He’s enjoying the peace and quiet, yet it seems trouble likes to find him.  Word Count - 2.8k. Characters – Reader x Price, Madeline.  Warnings – Abusive relationships. 

‘You’re the second person to move here in a month.’ The lady said, Price arched an eyebrow as he looked to her.  ‘Second?’ Price asked, the woman nodded sternly, the high ponytail swayed with the force.  ‘Y/N,’ the lady said happily, ‘doesn’t count she lived here before.’ She swatted a hand yet the older gentleman to Price’s left scoffed  ‘Yeah before that man of hers took her away.’ The man replied gruffly, Price arched an eyebrow.  ‘But that doesn’t matter, you came for breakfast and here we are discussing the towns history.’ She dismissed the conversation.  ‘Yeah, let’s just hope that fella doesn’t show up here pleading to get her back.’ The man commented, the lady’s face twisted in disgust.  ‘I’m sure the town will have her back this time.’ She stated, the man raised his cup of coffee before everyone feel into silence as well.    ‘Shit sorry.’ The man said, a gentle hand rested on your back as it kept you up.  ‘It’s okay.’ You said, you stepped away from the touch before you took in the stranger, he kept his gaze on you.  ‘You must be Y/N.’ He said with his brows slightly furrowed, you tensed but looked up at him, a small smile on your lips.  ‘That’s me.’ You hesitantly replied.  ‘John Price, your neighbour.’ He introduced himself, you arched an eyebrow before you nodded.  ‘Nice to meet you.’ You said politely, he dipped his head slightly but he didn’t break eye contact with you.  ‘If you need help with moving in, just give me a knock. I’ll be there.’ He offered, you nodded.  ‘I need to go, on a tight schedule.’ You told him, ‘I was nice meeting you.’  ‘You as well.’ He said, you both smiled once more before you both went your separate ways.    You hesitantly lifted your curled fingers and chapped the door, it wasn’t long until you heard the muffled footsteps. A lock was turned before the door opened, John stood on the other side, his grey eyes softened when he looked at you, you gave him a small smile.  ‘Sorry to bother you but my sinks blocked, I'm hoping you might be able to fix it before I have to call the handyman.’ You said, he blinked a few times before he nodded.  ‘I can try, doesn’t mean I'll be able to do it.’ He said, you nodded and stepped back to give him space to step out, the jumper tight over his shoulder as he pulled the door over.  Price walked next to you the short distance to your door, you pushed it open before you both stepped into your flat. Price was shocked that the same flat could feel completely different, yours felt lived in, the odd clothes lying on the arms of the couch. 

‘Have at it.’ You gestured to the kitchen area, Price walked over to it and rolled his sleeves up. 

  ‘Thank you, I didn’t mean to take you away.’ You told him, he shook his head and rested his lower back against the counter. He had managed to unclog the sink after a few hour, sweat spotted across his forehead.  ‘Wasn’t doing much, haven’t been doing anything lately.’ He admitted, he sounded bored,  ‘Holiday?’ You asked, he rubbed his beard.  ‘Retirement.’ He replied, you looked shocked.  ‘Seem a little young for retirement.’ You commented, he chuckled.  ‘My bones don’t agree with you but yeah, I’m on the earlier side.’ He stated, you hummed.  ‘Military?’ You quizzed, his eyes widened slightly.  ‘You’re good a spotting things.’ He stated, you rubbed your lips together.  ‘I’ve needed to be.’  ‘Why’d you move back here?’ Price asked, you knew the pair of you had been the towns gossip but his seemed to be about you, ‘I mean I needed the silence and calm that came with here but you seem -,’  ‘Out of place?’ You quizzed, the difference ten years make is crazy.  ‘Yeah.’  ‘I needed peace and quiet.’ You stated, he tilted his head to the side.  ‘Wild childhood.’ He joked, you gave a little smile.  ‘You could say that.’ You replied, a thud came from the other room both of you tensed up before you walked towards it.  ‘Everything okay?’ Price’s brows furrowed.  ‘Yup, it’s -,’ You started, you waited for the cry of pain.  ‘Mum?’ A quiet voice called, heavy footsteps followed before the small girl stopped at your side, her arms wrapped around a leg and she hid herself behind you.  ‘You’ve been hiding a princess in the other room?’ Price questioned, you and your daughter’s brows furrowed in unison and he couldn’t help the corner of his lips jump up. He made eye contact with you, you slowly nodded and moved a hand down to cup the back of her head.  ‘Say hi to Price.’ You introduced him to her.  ‘Price?’ She questioned, the wrinkles between her brows deepened.  ‘My first name is John, but I prefer to go by Price.’ He explained.  ‘Why?’ She questioned, slowly she moved out from behind your leg, her grip still tight but she wasn’t hiding behind you.  ‘I had friend called John as well so it was easier.’ He said, ‘Do you have a name I can call you?’ Price questioned, she nodded with a wide smile.  ‘Madeline.’ She said, Price gave a nod.  ‘That is a princess name.’ He stated, Madeline crossed her arms over her chest.  ‘I’m not a princess, princesses always need saving, I don’t.’ She replied adamantly, Price arched an eyebrow before he gave a stern nod.  ‘Understood ma’am.’ Price replied, when he stood up his knees popped, you winced.  ‘Can you go back to your room -,’  ‘But I want to stay.’ Madeline cut you off, you raised an eyebrow.  ‘Maddie, you need to bring your dirty washing through then you can stay.’ You told her.  ‘Mum.’ She sighed.  ‘Fine, but then I’m choosing the movie tonight.’ You challenged her, her face dropped.  ‘No, I’m not watching Nativity again.’ She replied and quickly walked away, her wild hair flew behind her.  ‘She seems like a hand full.’ Price commented, you chuckled to yourself.  ‘Sometimes.’ You admitted, Price smiled and turned to the cooker, ‘What do I owe you?’ You asked, he shook his head.  ‘Nothing.’ He replied, your eyebrow raised.  ‘Nothing?’ You quizzed, he nodded.  ‘First times on the house, any other time might cost you a cuppa.’ He said, you smiled widely and nodded.  ‘I’ll take that.’ You agreed.  ‘Got it.’ Madeline said, she shuffled with the couple items of clothing held tightly in her arms.  ‘Thank you.’ She dumped the clothes into the basket near the washing machine.  ‘What are you gonna chose?’ Price asked, Madeline wiped her hands down her top.  ‘What’s your favourite movie?’ She asked him, eyes wide as she looked up at him.  ‘Nativity.’ He replied, she flung her head back and groaned at his response, both you and Price smiled.

‘Price.’ Madeline called, she ran before you could tell her to stay next to you.  You turned and watched as the ran over to Price, a hand slipped into his free one as he stopped pushing the trolley, it was half full with various items.  ‘Madeline, how have you been?’ Price questioned.  ‘Okay.’  ‘Just okay?’ He quizzed.  ‘Mums not been the happiest.’ She told him, he raised an eyebrow at her.  ‘Has she not, do you know why?’ He quizzed.  ‘It’s her birthday.’ Maddy told him, he glanced to you as you walked over.  ‘Maddy.’ You said sternly.  ‘Mum.’ She turned to you.  ‘I hope you aren’t annoying Price?’ You said, both of them shook their heads as you looked to Price.  ‘Of course not, she’s telling me that it’s your birthday.’ Price said, you looked at your daughter and narrowed your eyes, she looked up at you the same way.  ‘Yup.’ You replied.  ‘Have anything planned for it?’ He questioned, you shook your head.  ‘Dinner with the gremlin, a movie and maybe a bath before bed.’ You told him your extravagant plans.  ‘Sounds like you’d nights packed,’ Price said, you nodded, ‘but how about you cancel your plans and I’ll take the pair of you out.’ He offered, you went to shake your head hut then you saw Maddy’s eyes widened, excitement took over her features.  ‘You’re not taking us out, but you can join us if you’d like?’ You offered, he tilted his head.  ‘Seems like we’ve got a deal.’ He said, he and Maddy looked at each other, ‘I’ll get the snacks,’ He added, you went to object but Maddy grabbed his extended hand and walked away, you had no choice but to follow. 

‘Maddy?’ You whispered, she didn’t move and you leaned forward enough to see she was asleep, you turned and noticed that Pirce has fallen asleep as well.  HIs head rested against the back of the couch, gentle snores escaped his lips, Maddy’s head rested on his thigh. You were sure that there would be a collection of droll on his jeans, bags of sweets sat on the coffee table. A smile took over your features before you sat forward, carefully you removed Maddy’s legs from your lap as you stood up, your hands slid over her back and went to lift her before Price snapped open, a hand landed on her side.  ‘I need to take her to bed.’ You whispered, you watched as he relaxed, he cracked his neck.  ‘I’ve got her.’ He said, he rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, you shook your head.  ‘Relax, I'll put her down.’ Price said, you sighed before you nodded.  You watched as he carefully lifted her head up, he slipped out before he turned and lifted Maddy up. Her head lulled to his chest, he carefully stroked her head as he held her close. Price walked to the two doors and nudged the correct one open before he disappeared inside.  ‘Thank you.’ You whispered, when he sat back onto the couch, his head fell back into the cushion, he opened his eyes slightly.  ‘No need.’  ‘I just – I've never been treated to anything like this.’ You admitted, you felt comfortable to tell him, his brows furrowed.  ‘Never?’ He asked, you shook your head.  ‘Nope, my birthdays weren’t important, I was more focused on Maddy.’ You said, he twisted his head to look at you, grey eyes took you in. 

‘Can I help you?’ Price asked, both your heads snapped around, you went to reply before Marcus did.  ‘Nothing that bothers you, mate.’ Marcus said, you made eye contact with Price and his jaw bounced.  ‘I’m not your mate,’ Price said, his voice stern as he fully stepped out his house, ‘and it does bother me when you’re shouting at a lady.’ He added, Marcus scoffed as you turned back to him.  ‘She’s nothing close to a lady.’ Marcus said.  ‘The mother of your child has pissed you off that much, you’re treating her like a discarded item?’ Price questioned, his hands clasped in front of him.  ‘As I said this doesn’t concern you.’ Marcus told him, a dismissive hand waved at him.  ‘It does, now why are you yelling obscenities at this time of morning.’ Price said, you noticed the loose shorts and large t-shirt, even the messy hair allowed you to realise the time.  ‘Sorry it’s too early for you grandpa but this is between me and the Mrs.’ Marcus growled.  ‘Haven’t seen a ring in her finger, is it one sided? Unable to keep anything up?’ Price quizzed, Marcus’s mouth snapped shut and his face turned red. He glared at you over Price’s shoulder before he huffed and walked away.    ‘Don’t run from him.’ Price said, you looked at him as you continued to shove items of Maddy’s clothes into bags.  ‘I need to keep her safe.’ You told him, the bags were starting to fill.  ‘Stay here.’ He said, you shook your head but continued to things into bags.   ‘John, I can’t go back to him, I can’t let Maddie see his true colours.’  ‘Y/N -,’  ‘John,’ you snapped and stood up, ‘he almost killed me when I was eight months pregnant, he was willing to take both our lives without even a second thought.’ You told him, rage filled his eyes before he pushed it away.  ‘I can understand mine, but someone who hadn’t even started a life yet.’ You tried to reason with the thought that bounced around your head for a while.  ‘The town, they aren’t going to let him take you again.’ Price said, you looked at him as if he had grown a second head.  ‘What?’ You asked.  ‘I was here a day and everyone in the cafe was planning on how to keep him away from you, they despise him and love the pair of you.’ Price stated, he remembered the hushed conversations in the cafe.  ‘I’m not putting anyone in danger.’ You told him  ‘You’ll be putting yourself and Maddie in danger.’ He stated, you froze and looked at the half-filled bags, your jaw slackened as you tried to think of a response.  ‘I know half a dozen folk here that want to help and I can call my buddies from work and they’d be here in a second to defend you from the jerkbag.’ He said, the corner of your lips curled before   ‘I don’t deserve it.’ You admitted as you dropped down onto the edge of the bed.  ‘You deserve everything.’ He said, you went to shake your head but he crouched down so he was level with you, his eyes danced around your face.  ‘John -.’  ‘Just listen to me please,’ he begged, ‘I am willing to defend you and Maddy, the pair of you have somehow wrangled your way into my heart and I don’t plan on letting you leave without defending you.’ Price told you, one of his hands landed on your knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

‘You need come with me.’ Marcus said, a hand stretched out towards you, you tried your hardest not to flinch.  ‘No.’ You replied, barely about a whisper, his eyes darkened.  ‘What?’ He quizzed, you straightened, knowing that people were looking out for you, courage filled your chest.  ‘No, I’m not coming with you.’  ‘You can’t keep my daughter away from me, you can’t stay away from me.’ Marcus snarled, you arched an eyebrow.  ‘I am staying here Marcus, with Madeline and away from you.’ You told him, your voice steady.  ‘She is mine.’ He hissed.  ‘No,’ you snapped, his jaw bounced, ‘I am done running, this is my home, always has been and I was stupid enough to listen to you all those years ago.’ You finished, arms crossed over your chest, Marcus took a step closer but you didn’t move.  ‘I’d be careful.’ A voice called, Marcus’s lips curled in disgust when he spotted Price, his own arms crossed over his chest which allowed him to see the muscles.  ‘Oh, you’ve got a guard dog.’ Marcus sounded amused, Price’s fingers twitched on his arms.  ‘No,’ Price approached the pair of them, Marcus cocked his head, ‘just here for moral support.’ He added, only now had you realised the difference in height between the pair, warmth from Price spread down your side.  ‘Your fucking him aren’t you?’ He accused, you looked over your shoulder to Price before you shook your head.  ‘No, not yet, not like you that jumps from woman to woman.’ You told him, Price’s breath got caught in his throat as Marcus’s eyes widened.  ‘Yeah, I knew about them, often wondered how many of them you got pregnant and almost bet to death?’ You commented, his face twisted. ‘Shut up.’  ‘Enough,’ you growled, ‘I don’t want to see or hear from you again, ever, Maddy and I do no exist to you.’  ‘She’s my daughter.’  ‘And when she’s eighteen she can chose to see you but for now get lost.’ You told him, he glared at you but you didn’t back down, his gaze darted to Price before he sighed.  ‘Fine.’ He huffed and walked away.  You gave a shaky exhale when he was far enough away that he wouldn’t hear it, Price carefully placed a hand on your elbow, quickly you turned to him and wrapped yourself into his chest, both his arms wrapped around you.  ‘He’s gone, you did it.’ He said, your grip on his shirt tightened.  ‘Mum?’ A quiet voice asked, you pulled back from Price to see Maddy walked towards you.  ‘Maddy.’ You said, a small smile present on your face as she looked between you, Price and the surrounding area, wondering who you were talking to.  ‘You said we had to leave, we’ve missed the time when we should’ve.’ She informed you, your stomach dropped at the panic that was wrote over her face. You crouched down to her height, a hand coming up to cup face, the soft cheeks under your fingers.  ‘We aren’t leaving baby.’ You told her, relief settled in your chest.  ‘We’re staying?’ She asked, you nodded as you glanced to Price over her shoulder.  ‘Yeah, I think it’s time for us to make this place our home, what do you think?’ You asked, a wide smile took over her face as she started to bounce up and down, giving you your answer. 

[soleilapproves]

Older boyfriend Price who is absolutely DISTRAUGHT over the fact that you don’t care about marriage because you think he’s over it.

Note: this one has no smut but it has mentions of sex and sexual relations so interact at your own discretion. Reader is in mid twenties.

Masterlist

“What the fuck do you mean by you don’t want to?” If Price had been any louder, anyone outside his car would’ve been able to hear him.

It had been a few months into your relationship with Price after almost a year of being friends with benefits. You weren’t sure how your arrangement changed over time but you were glad to be with him as he valued you a lot.

“I mean, think about it. You’re like, what? 40-“

“I’m 37, love”

“Right, yeah, I just think that it doesn’t really matter as long as we’re having fun together. Honestly, I thought you’d agree.” You said before taking a bite out of your burger.

Price could only watch you in shock. Sure, your relationship started on the basis of sexual benefits but when he did think of the future all he thought of was you. Even if you were a generation younger than him, he had never felt such synergy with anyone before. It was a connection of a lifetime - emotional and sexual.

“So you don’t give a shit about marriage because you think I don’t care about it.”

“Kind of. If I’m gonna get married I need my partner to be on board too, don’t you think?” He sighed at your reply. You looked up at him, confused and cheeks full with your dinner as you grabbed the plastic cup of coke.

His heart swelled at the sight. It was like looking at an innocent chipmunk. To think that the same face looked fucked out an hour ago awed him but he couldn’t let himself get distracted by your unintentional seduction.

He grabbed your drink and put it back in the cupholder. You were about to whine but he grabbed your face and pulled you close, noses almost touching.

“You-“ peck “-are the most wonderful thing to happen to me and I’ll be damned if I don’t tie you down with me in the future.”

Your face heated up. You had swallowed your food not too long ago but your mouth felt like it had gone dry.

With your face in his hands he continued. “I’ll have a rock on your pretty little finger before you know it.” He left a longer peck on your lips this time and pulled away.

What you didn’t know was that he already had a ring for you. It was stored away in a hidden drawer in his desk, waiting to be worn by you.

In fact, he had brought it just a month into your relationship. He wasn’t religious but he knew that a person like you was the blessing of a lifetime.

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

Imagine you start dating John Price when you already have a protective dog at home

You have a girl dog and the first time he homes over she just side eyes him the whole time and whines like, “why is there a man in our home???”

She won’t let him near her or you without growling or barking. You try and apologize to John, explaining that she’s just protective and doesn’t like men, but John’s not offended, saying he’s glad you have her looking out for you.

Once the dog gets more used to having him around and realizes he’s not going to kill and eat you, she calms down a bit, but she’s still very protective.

You can’t play wrestle with him without your poor puppy going crazy thinking he’s attacking you, and if he slaps your ass she gets pissed, barking and growling because, “how dare you hit my mommy!?!?”

And god forbid he raises his voice at you during an argument.

[ghouljams]

Absolutely cannot have fresh shaved/waxed pussy around the 141 boys.

Soap will cry over it, mourning the loss of your bush and "talking his girl(your pussy) through the loss" ie fingering you until you're soaked and sore as punishment.

Price will make it his mission to give you beard burn, shaking his head like a damn dog while he's eating you out, scratching the hell out of your pussy and thighs with his beard. He's trying to bleach the damn thing you just know it.

Ghost is the worst. Taking the opportunity to leave his dental imprint in the soft flesh surrounding your clit. He's going to bite until you're sobbing just to see the dimpled marks he's left.

At least Gaz is sweet. Pressing little kisses over the newly shaved/waxed skin, giving your clit soft little licks and pulling back to rub his fingers against your clit with gentle praises. Until you realize he's been doing that for the last hour, giving you just enough to keep you making those nice breathy noises but never giving you more. Maybe you should try Soap again...

[beloveds-embrace]

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

[gothghostiie]

price with reader who never got much attention as a kid/growing up??

very self indulgent but hear me out. price is a lover man. he takes his time for his partners, gives them what they need, even if he's busy. you on the other hand are simply used to being put aside, people only listening to you half heartedly, not looking at you and getting distracted when you talk, other things were always more important than you and you felt that. you got used to it, it's normal to you.

but when you're with price he's the total opposite. he looks at you intently when you talk (if not hes leaning his head towards you so he hears you better), putting things down when you ask him something - hes attentive. he listens. and its absolutely strange to you, it makes you feel flustered, kinda watched. at some point you ask him why hes looking at you like that, the tv running in the backround. he furrows his eyebrows at you, with a confused chuckle. "what do you mean, love?"

"you're starin' at me." you accuse him, your cheeks getting hot.

"you're talkin' to me. where else would I be looking?" he jokes with a soft chuckle, wondering what the hell you're on about.

"your show's on." you say, gesturing to the tv. he looks at you like youve got three heads.

"I'm listening to you, love."

[tame-the-lion-writes]

“… Sweetheart, when was the last time you went into heat?”

“I mean, I’ve— I’ve always been on suppressants, so—“

“That’s not a date, love.”

You swallow hard, looking at the cement floor of the makeshift safe house. You were supposed to be home by now, to have access to all your meds—but no. You were here. Out in enemy territory, holed up with the rest of your team.

Your otherwise all alpha team.

“Never.”

Well. Shit.

[reaping-the-benefits]

Imagine you're the medic assigned to the task force. You're not some dainty little thing. You're snappy and will drag them by the ears if you have to. You're constantly getting into arguments with Price because he won't listen to you when all you're trying to do is help him.

Anyway, the rest of the team has bets on how long its going to take before you two finally fuck. Gaz gives y'all another month. Soap says two weeks. Ghost thinks that you've already done it.

Now, imagine how mad Gaz and Soap are, both giving Ghost 50 quid each when Price casually drops that not only do you have sex on the regular, but you've been married for the last five years.

[feelgoodinct]

nsfw. price who takes pride in how well he takes care of his missus. it’s your world and he’s just living in it baby!

there’s not a day that goes by where you aren’t fucked and fed properly. will go to great lengths to make your life as easy as possible, which includes being selfless. which is why when he goes on long work trips he’ll ask one of the boys to take good care of you until he gets back. preferably simon; johnny is much too eager, and gaz is too much of a sweetheart to rough you up just how you like. he can’t bare the thought of having his girl waking up to an empty bed. which why he’ll leave simon with the keys to your home and a heavy pat on the back.

“I’ll be back in a few days. keep her entertained for me, will ya? if she starts getting fussy just means she’s due for a proper fucking. she’s a restless little thing. take good care of her now, yeah? I’ll be expecting updates.”

[sigh-tofm]

when they come home drunk…

… price

- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.

… kyle

- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.

… johnny

- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.

… simon

- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[devil-in-hiding]

something something reader is a bartender at a popular little pub, and night after night you are hit on by men so plastered you often have to sigh and call over one of the guys you work with the idiots end up vomiting all over themselves (sometimes it’s worse than vomit but thankfully you can count those incidents on one hand)

you think by slipping on your grandmothers old wedding ring, it will sway men from hitting on you at work. And it does, there’s still some that try to test their luck, but the minute you flash that pearl on your finger they’re scurrying off to find their next target.

Cue four new regulars, four attractive military men that always flash you a polite smile and leave you a nice tip. Price comes in more than the others, claiming the stool near your register for himself, Ghost doing the same the rare nights he slinks into the pub. Soap and Gaz come in together some weekends, sitting themselves in front of you with big grins on their faces as they watch the game on the tv overhead.

They’re all sweet, a little cocky at times but nothing that one of their grins or sly remarks can’t make up for. They ask how their favorite girl is doing when they return from longer missions, genuinely listening as you fill them in on the things that have happened since they’ve been away.

Perfect gentlemen.

Until one night you forget your ring, having had to rush your shower and sprint out the door to make it to the pub before the nightly rush.

You filling glasses when you hear the chime of the bell and a familiar laugh fill the pub.

“Was wondering if I’d see you boys tonight.” You smile, motioning for them to give you a moment as you serve the other patrons.

When you slide back over to them, you immediately reach for their usual glasses, grabbing your cloth to wipe them off, when a hand clamps around your wrist and you jump, nearly dropping the glass as Ghost turns your hand over in his.

“Trouble at home pretty?” Price comments, concern etched on his face and it takes a moment for you to catch on, and you can’t help the little giggle that spills out.

“Oh! My ring… It’s kind of a funny story. I uhm.. I’m not actually married.” You laugh, expecting them to laugh along with you, but all you feel are four pairs of eyes piercing into you.

“Come again?” Gaz asks, voice a tad deeper than usual and you ignore the chills it sends down your spine.

“I started wearing it so some of the drunkards would leave me be, kind of forgot about it, just became habit.” You chuckle nervously, hand still in Ghost’s grasp and he’s eyeing you in a way you’ve never seen before.

“Hm. Interesting.”

[evermoreal]

price would be strangely possessive over his assistant.

referring to her as things that really aren’t work appropriate at all. “swee’eart,” “dolly,” “sugar.” once, a “baby” slipped through his teeth, but he was switching the subject before she could really catch on.

it’s hard to pinpoint exactly when it was he started tacking “my” in front of his pet names. “my angel,” “my love.”

even when she wasn’t in the room — it was impossible to know he was talking about a colleague with the way he spoke about her. “my woman’s always on my case abou’ shit like that — cholesterol levels, sugar intake. fuckin’ bullshit, but i do it to make ‘er happy.” or “can’t stay long, lads — got my lady waitin’ on me.”

in the summer months, her skirts get a bit shorter and her tops a bit tighter. he doesn’t blame her, the AC is shit and the heat can be suffocating. what does bother him, though, is the way his men ogle her as they stroll past her desk. how they’re coming up with excuses to visit her throughout the day.

it’s an easy enough fix. “why don’t ye come work in my office for the day, lovey?” he’s already collecting her paperwork. “keep an old man company, would ye? i’ve got a nice little fan too, keep ye nice an’ cool.”

though the job came with benefits, perhaps more than an assistant should be getting, price didn’t think it was enough. when her phone started to slow and the screen cracked, he left a new one on her desk. didn’t bother mentioning it came out of his paycheque. if she complains about her outfit — all my good clothes are in the wash — he’ll take her shopping, doesn’t let her worry about the totals. and, hey, if they end up at a lingerie shop, no one has to know, right? he’s just being a good boss. it’s only crossing a few boundaries when he gets her to model it for him in the fitting rooms. when she disappears behind the curtain, john adjusts himself in his slacks — it’s a natural reaction. on that note, it would make too much of a fuss if he were to correct the worker when she asks if his wife needs any help.

when day turns to night and she’s refusing price’s suggestion of hitting another shop, he pulls into a nearby restaurant, insists on treating her to a glass of wine to end the night. finding out she’s a lightweight is a pleasant discovery — two glasses in and her skin is warm to the touch, she’s giggling and hanging onto his every word. he likes her like this, he decides — but it’s not safe to leave her alone. no, she should stay with him tonight. another few sips and she’s agreeing, changing into one of her new lingerie sets and falling into john’s bed, dozing off with his hand splayed over her tummy, beard tickling the back of her neck.

it’s been too long since he’s had a woman in his life. his wires have gotten a bit crossed. you can’t blame him, can you?

edit! here’s more <3

[thephantomsdream]

Can't stop thinking about Captain John Price, your good friend's boyfriend, listening to you talk about how you are considering getting a guard dog, and he whole-heartedly agrees with you. John likes you, you're a fantastic friend to his dove and you're sweet, and sweet girls do need protection. So he nods along and tells you he'll look into getting you one, a big one to protect you.

Two weeks later, you're invited to your friend's house, her telling you days before that John might have gotten you a dog, so to prepare! She wasn't sure, he just hinted at it on the phone.

Tell me why, after knocking at your bestie's door, she opens kinda pale and awkward, maybe even a little bit annoyed, inviting you in. Instead of a proper, legit, literal dog, John introduces you to Simon Riley, who stands there awkwardly but tall and intimidating while your friend apologizes, calling her boyfriend an idiot. But John isn't an idiot. For a while now, he thought you'd be perfect for his Lt., this just a funny way to introduce you both. And the only thing that took Simon to agree (after a sharp yet bored no when firstly asked) was to send him a picture of you at a bar, smiling.

Extra:

"So... you come with a leash?" You joke with the tall man, whose eyes wrinkle in amusement. He has been more on the silent side although very atentive, his intense brown eyes on you all evening. Now that you were both alone at the balcony, abandoned by the two love-birds, you tried to ease the tension.

"I don't do leashes but I can pull a spiky collar." He smiles as you giggle. Hell, he felt relief that you did. Even happiness...

"Yeah, it would fit you."

"Yeah?" His voice was low and buttery. "What about a tag with your name on it?" He leans down a little, just enough in your personal bubble, and your stomach flipped. You felt your cheeks warm.

"Can it be heart shaped?" You stare prettily at him and all he can do is to snort to ease the tension.

"However you want it." His reply was quick, eager.

"Deal. But first take me on a proper date."

"Perfect." He smirks.