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shadow4-1 · 12 days

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I'm just imagining the 141 looking for a medic because all of the ones they sign on keep dying or getting poached by other task forces. And you're a baby medic who is shadowing your higher rank and well esteemed teacher (who is actually the one on the 141's radar). But something goes horribly wrong...

You've done everything you possibly can but he's still drowning in his own blood.

He's tried walking you through everything through wheezing, wet breaths. He has a knowing look in his eye, this isn't working and it won't work. You're in the EVAC helicopter, but the time it'll take to get you back to base is too long.

"I-I'm sorry." You whimper, tears forming on your lashes. "I'm not a very good student."

Your mentor smiles sadly, his eyes glassy. He was always sweet to you when he was no nonsense with everyone else.

"You're doing great, kid." He huffs, blood leaking out the corner of his mouth. He winces and sputters up more but you're there. You try to fill up his vision and give him something to focus on. "People crash. Don't give up on 'em till it's over."

You cradle his head, memorize every wrinkle, scar, and patch on his kit. And then, it hits you.

He's right, its not over yet.

You rip through your medical supplies with shaking hands. It feels like it takes forever but it's merely seconds before you're sticking a needle from your vein into his. You watch the bag as it quickly fills with your blood before entering into him.

Your mentor chuckles and shakes his head weakly. This is nowhere near anything he taught you. But he knows it might just save his life since you're both the same blood type.

You go through multiple more needles releasing pressure on his lungs until he's even more stable than before. He finally has a shot and that's all that matters.

You're so close. Fifteen minutes out when he starts to crash again. You've exhausted everything. Your medical supplies are dwindling. You have no more blood to give. Your teacher just continues to smile at you. And he keeps smiling at you and he keeps smiling at you. You rub at his face, his eyes are far away. You feel for his pulse.

You scream.

It's not one of fear, but a deep, mournful cry. You turned your comms off forever ago but you know everyone could hear you, even through the wind. It carries your scream off and away as the heli's motors clip around you. You feel empty. He was supposed to teach you more. He was supposed to live.

You scream again and throw yourself over him. You sob and scream and grab at him, trying desperately to look for vitals. You know you won't find one but you're delirious. He's supposed to live! You did everything right!

Tears blur your vision but you notice someone out of the corner of your eye. It's one of the members of a different task force assigned to help your squad with this now terribly failed mission. He's their Captain, you think. He tries to reach down but you hiss at him. You don't care about rank. You don't care about the social ramifications. You scream to be heard over the wind.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

The man's eyes soften. You don't imagine what you look like. You probably look wild, feral, gnashing your teeth and growling. You don't care. He's YOUR teacher, he's YOUR responsibility. Quite frankly, you don't trust any of the other strangers watching you. You hiss at them too. Then you cry again.

You bury your face into your now dead mentor's chest and sob.

- - - - -

The look in your eye is like nothing he's ever seen before in a medic.

Price had watched you exhaust every possible avenue to save your superior's life. When all else failed you gave him your own blood. And when he finally succumbed to his injuries you threw yourself over him, not allowing anyone or anything to get close.

Even when they arrived on base, when your other superiors tired to swoop in, you stood your ground.

"I don't care! Even in death he's MY patient!" You yelled at your own Captain.

And surpisingly, they let you take care of him to the end. They even let you escort his body to the morgue. It's where Price finds you hours later.

You sit in a rusty old folding chair just outside the morgue doors. Your eyes are glazed over, far away, and still brimming with tears. He kneels in front of you to get on your level. He doesn't say anything, just waits for you to finally see him. You blink slowly and look up at him.

"I-I'm sorry..." You apologize. "I d-didn't mean t-"

"It's alright, Love." He hums and offers you a tight smile. "I understand."

He pats your knee in a fatherly way before standing up. His knees pop and he winces. You immediately stand up, your eyes searching him up and down.

"S' alright, I promise. Just a lil' stiff s' all." He soothes. "I need you to come with me."

He notices how your pretty lil' eyes widen. He shakes his head and offers a hand to help you out of the chair.

"You're not n' any trouble, sweetheart. I just want to talk with you."

He looks down at you with a knowing, sweet smile.

Your commitment is exactly what he's looking for.

#cod imagines #mw2 #call of duty #mw2 headcanons #cod mwii #captain price #price x reader #captain john price #john price

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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW

• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with

• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down

• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met

• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were

• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)

• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then

• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful

• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric

• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him

• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you

• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that

• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them

• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)

• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal

• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is

• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)

• Simon always would be your fiercest protector

• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds

•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out

•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready

•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”

•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge

• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed

• you have a whole security system too

• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor

• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners

• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed

• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed

• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life

• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage

• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls

• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter

• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery

• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl

•Price had to comfort him father to father

•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out

✨NSFW ✨

• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane

• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half

• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards

• has a massive corruption & daddy kink

• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite

• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them

• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that

• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you

• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet

• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color

• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl

• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours

• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”

• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink

• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks

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ghouljams · 5 months

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Price comes off as the type of husband who no matter if it's kid number 1 or kid number 4 he's always overprepared. He'll phone in shit for himself, but his family? Hell no 110% for them always. He's spending the weeks leading up to child birth getting your post op care kit put together, even making 4 or 6 weeks worth of padsicles (frozen aloë vera soaked pads). Like you swear he's nesting worse then you are.

You're not worried because you have John he's already written down what you want for your birth and you can bet your ass he's advocating for you especially when a nurse gets a bit too pushy about things he knew you didn't want. He might've even hired a Doula who could talk through the things he doesn't understand.

If you had to have a c section he was already prepared for that making sure the fridge is packed with ice packs and calling for extra hands to help (with the house and extra chores, like farm work. he'll take care of the wife and babe) he'll be by your side for the months it takes to recover. This man will make sure that the postpartum care he gives you is just as good as the prenatal care. He is up with the babe at night even if you're breastfeeding getting you back to sleep quickly while he just gently rocks baby Price to sleep make sure they're happy before he'll crawl back into bed with you.

-Hot Mess Rambler

(He just comes off as a guy who wants to make sure bad labor/recovery isn't the reason you don't have more kids especially if you wanted a big family)

God, you're so right. Price is a family man, and I firmly believe that. There's a universe where Price leaves the service after Goose is born, and she ends up with 4 extra siblings.

There's a lovely little pocket universe where Price is only home long enough to be there for the birth of his baby girl before he's deployed and he can't handle it. He can't handle not being there for you, wondering if you're handling the post-partum well, if the baby is alright, if you have the support you need. It kills him not being able to call you, not being able to see you. He misses so much, and it makes the military feel hollow. He thought this was what he wanted, the job he wanted, but not if it means missing the chance to be a father.

When he gets home his baby is so much bigger, she's eating baby food, she's smiling and grabbing for things. And you tell him it's alright, that he didn't miss the important things, didn't miss any of the firsts, but you have bags under your eyes. You're quieter, the house is messy, there's take away in the fridge. It's not how it should be, you're not taken care of like you should be. So he doesn't renew his contract. He leaves and he doesn't look back. You're in medical school, you're stressed enough. He stays home with the baby, and looks after things while you get back on your feet.

It's not the life he thought he'd have, but it's better in all the right ways. He's there for his baby's first steps, for her first word. He's there when you hold up a second positive pregnancy test and tearfully tell him you don't know if you can do it again. He reads every book, he talks to every expert, he prepares for everything, but he can never handle your tears or his own short comings. He can only promise that this time will be different, and that he truly isn't going anywhere ever again.

So you decide to have another baby, and Price makes up for everything he missed. He nests more than you do, he keeps Goose entertained, he takes over your prenatal care, he preps for the postnatal stuff. You have your baby with the utmost certainty that nothing will go wrong, and that even if something does at least Price will be there to fix it. You graduate medical school with a husband and two babies in the audience. Your little flat feels smaller with four people in it. Price suggests looking for residencies near your parents for the extra help, and you can't think of any reason not to.

So you move back to Texas. You wrangle a toddler and a baby onto a plane, you ship all your meager belongings, and you find yourself back on the farm with a lucrative position at the nearest hospital. And Price finds himself, once again, in a life he never imagined for himself. He discovers his toddler has an affinity for horses, he finds out his baby tries to eat worms, he realizes he wants a million more of these little things when their laughter fills the big old farmhouse. He realizes there's something special to coming in from a long day on the farm and seeing you passed out on the couch with two little girls cuddled against your chest.

He never misses the military. At least never more than he missed you in those months away. He goes to dance recitals, and 4H shows. He teaches a gaggle of kids how to shoot, how to ride a horse, how to rope cattle. He's never misses anything, he's never not there. He picks up five little Prices from soccer practice and realizes he's never been happier than he is sitting outside the hospital with your pack, waiting for the end of your shift.

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auspicioustidings · 7 months

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Firewatch Part 3

Summary: You are taken care of and things take a turn for the sinister.

Word Count: 3.1k

CW: Kidnapping, dub-con

You struggled and struggled but Simon, no not Simon, Ghost held your back to his chest in a vice grip. His hand over your mouth muffled your desperate screams, the strength of him so at odds with the syrupy words he was cooing into your ear.

“There baby, I know it’s hard but you’re going to be ok. We’re going to make you ok.”

The high whine of a trapped animal left you, the tendrils of it that could escape his hand barely above audible. You could feel that he was hard at your back, hear the groans coming from him when you struggled against him and gave him friction.

“Fuck sweetheart, need you to stay still.”

Your muscles strained to be free of him as he started rutting against your ass, chasing his own pleasure without realising. It was dark in this closet. You could hear the cops laughing away with the rest of the 141 downstairs, oblivious to the very alive girl being held captive above them. This morning you had found the man behind you sweet, had maybe even felt some sort of giddy crush bubbling away for him. They had seemed so kind and warm and they had all treated you so well these firefighters, right up until you had figured it out.

Ignorance really was bliss.

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The cabin was breathtaking and the floor was unexpectedly warm beneath your feet when Price finally set you down. It hadn’t been far from the watch tower at all, maybe 10 minutes, but the trees did a good job of making it seem invisible until you were close. It was clear that this was a labour of love with its cute hand burned wooden sign marking it with the numbers 141, the swing seat and rocking chairs out on the porch and the little disorganised but thriving vegetable garden by the side.

The inside was homey if a little rugged, not a lot of touches of femininity to be found but plenty of heart and charm. You spied bits of kit lying around in ways that spoke to the personalities of their owners. One jacket neatly hung on its peg, another haphazardly thrown onto the counter. It felt strangely like a sibling of your own little fairytale cottage you had made, the more wild version. It made you mourn the loss all over again until you heard a long suffering meow and the tears weren’t coming from grief anymore.

“Hi Dosia girl” you cried through an overjoyed smile, crouching so she could come butt her head against your hand.

You were a little embarrassed at your very ugly crying as you scooped her up and cuddled her. She smelled of smoke and ash and you put that thought to the back of your mind. Dosia did not like baths one little bit, so that was certainly going to be a battle and you were going to come out of it with war wounds. Ah, you would need to find a B&B that would be ok with a pet, or maybe you could crash with your aunt for a while. The trip to where she lived would be hours but not like you had many options.

Your reunion was cut short by the fact that you were far more invested in this cuddling than Dosia was. She allowed it for perhaps 15 seconds and then squirmed to be put down, batting at your cheek when you tried to resist.

“Ok, ok!” you laughed, letting her jump down.

It was a bit of a surprise to see her rub against Simon before padding off to curl up by the fireplace. Oh my goodness they had a fireplace. It wasn’t lit which was sensible since they had been out, but you could imagine it made the whole place incredibly cosy. Your thoughts strayed briefly seeing the chopped wood in a basket, imagining the sight of these large men with axes, sweating as they made their firewood.

Grief, relief and horniness were not good bedfellows and you brought your bottom lip forward to blow a puff of air up towards your head. Your mother used to have you do it when you were little to blow the bad thoughts away when you had nightmares and while it didn’t work quite as well with the frankly filthy images it was good enough.

“Come on little bird, shower is this way. I’ll get some clothes for you while you are in there” Price said, his hand on the small of your back to direct you.

He had such an old fashioned way about him that it almost made you feel like you were in another time. His touch against you so firm and gentlemanly that you wanted to swoon a little, but you only smiled and gave a meek thank you before allowing yourself to be led. Price was already imagining the ceremony. He’d have to marry you of course, wouldn’t be proper to fuck a child into you without marrying you first.

He had to give Kyle a stern look over your head as you went into the room. The boy was seconds away from arguing that he also needed to shower and wouldn’t it make sense to save water? He had been the first to taste your lips, it would be unfair if he were also the first to see you naked and trembling beneath the water. Maybe Price was feeling a little mean about it too, a little possessive. Kyle’s clothes would fit you best, but he was more inclined to give you his. You’d look right drowning in his t-shirt. He could imagine the way it would slip off your shoulder, give him access to pepper kisses there and get you all warm and honey sweet for him.

“I really appreciate it” you said, still sniffling a little but trying to convey how thankful you were of their kindness.

You thought as you closed the door and slowly stripped out of your soot covered clothes that maybe it might be nice to ask one of them out for a drink once you had sorted out the Insurance and maybe rented out a little flat until you could plan a rebuild. You had just been very cosy with Kyle, so you knew that he at least found you attractive if nothing else. But then each of them captivated you in a different way, even the masked man who hadn’t spoken one word to you this entire time was giving the temptation of a mystery to be solved.

The water pressure was amazing here and you found yourself relaxing as steam pillowed around you. It’d be nice to keep in touch with these firefighters even if you didn’t ever work up the courage to ask any out on a date. They had saved you after all and if you rebuilt where you had been you could probably visit them pretty easily if you were allowed to be in the watchtower outside of nearly burning to a crisp. You weren’t really sure how it worked, was it open to the public? You could find out after everything was sorted.

You laughed seeing the awful 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and soap. It was scented ginger and orange and it was strong as hell. You wondered if they all used it, you hadn’t really smelled it on any of them and given how just opening the bottle made the whole room heady with the scent you would think you would have been able to. Another of life's little mysteries. Maybe this bathroom was so clean and tidy because it was a spare?

You felt bone tired once you were clean, just standing under the warm water and letting your muscles relax.The door opening made you tense up all over again, Price walking in to place a little bundle of clothes on the counter and smiling over at you like you were not currently naked. He wasn’t acting like it was a big deal and you were trying to emulate that while turning yourself to try and cover up as much as you could.

“They’ll be a bit big, but don’t have much in the way of clothing for a lady. I’ll see if we can’t get your clothes clean,” he said, going to take the little bundle of your ashy clothing.

“Oh that’s ok, you really don’t have to-”

“Hush little bird, just you let us take care of everything.”

He left after that and you thought you might die on the spot. Your underwear had been in that pile and it was mortifying to think of them laundering it. It wasn’t like it needed saving, you’d get new things. You weren’t even sure you wanted any of the clothing that such a disaster had happened in. Getting out of the shower, dried and dressed was a hurried affair. Price may not have cared about nudity but you did and you didn’t fancy getting caught again.

The clothes were definitely way too big but you didn’t mind that just now, it felt comforting. He had left sweatpants, a t-shirt and a hoodie. No underwear, but then of course there wouldn’t be. It would be weird to wear theirs. You had a quick look around for a hair brush but found none, instead just trying to comb your towel dried hair as best you could with your fingers. No easy feat considering the product you had just used on it.

Coming out of the little room was a nerve wracking affair. You felt your wits were very much back about you now, your brain reminding you that you were in the woods alone with 4 men, one of which you had been all over a few hours ago. Only the masked man was in the room as you came out. You saw him in the little kitchenette, giving a short gasp when he turned and set a steaming mug of definitely hot chocolate on the counter. You could really use a hot chocolate.

“Come on sweetheart, sit and drink. You need something warm after the day you’ve had.”

It was for you? Oh this mystery of a man was more appealing by the second and you immediately followed instructions, sitting down on one of the stools by the counter and taking a deep inhale of the steam in appreciation.

“Hot chocolate is my absolute favourite, thank you,” you said, happily sipping.

Ghost knew it was your favourite. He had learned so much about you when he had gone into your little cottage while you slept. He knew it would come in handy, knew deep down it was destiny that you’d be here one day. You were already his from the moment he had laid eyes on you from the watchtower, he was just biding his time until you knew that too. And his patience was wearing thin now that you were so close.

“I was wondering who Soap was, is it another firefighter?” you asked, honestly just wanting to make conversation so you could hear his voice again as you ran a finger over the name patch on the jacket over the counter.

“S’Johnny’s call sign. Kyle has Gaz on his jacket, John has Price.”

“Oh, what’s yours?”

You were fascinated by the way his eyes just held yours intensely. They were the only part of his face you could see, the only thing that could give away how he was feeling. While there was something of a smile there, some animal instinct wanted you to run. Some animal instinct saw a predator in his eyes as he answered you.

“Ghost.”

“On account of him being a big spooky bitch” Johnny’s voice floated from the stairs.

You turned to see him and Price coming down, the former looking dishevelled. Johnny had scratches all down his forearms, some looking deep and bleeding. His hair was a mess, clothes damp and sudsy. Price meanwhile looked no worse for wear, holding a purring Dosia wrapped in a fluffy towel. You couldn’t help but laugh, Johnny’s dramatic sigh when you did making you laugh harder.

“Did she kill Kyle?”

“Naw, bastard got out of bath time to go shower like a coward.”

“You’ll have to forgive MacTavish, he’s always been shit with women regardless of if they’re human or not.”

“Awa’ an bile yer heid.”

“English Johnny.”

“Let me translate. Go fuck yerself.”

“Offt, thought it was against the firefighter code to burn things,” you joked, causing Johnny and Price to grin at you.

Price sat himself on one of the armchairs with Dosia still purring away, docile in his arms. Johnny cheekily took your mug to take a sip for himself which you were frankly outraged about, following him to sit on the sofa. Simon spirited himself away to somewhere else in the cabin before coming back shortly with a hairbrush in hand.

You twisted around thinking he would give it to you, but Johnny only smooshed your cheeks and brought your head back around to face front so that Simon could start gently brushing your hair. It was such a sweet gesture that you luxuriated for the moment in the attention. It was probably ok to indulge a little after the day you had, and you closed your eyes and relaxed. You were alive and well and so was Dosia. You could rebuild a cottage.

At some point you dozed off, only waking when Kyle was gently coaxing you to eat some soup. He was sat on the little coffee table feeding you, looking devastatingly handsome all clean and in plaid pyjama bottoms and a hoodie. It felt intimate, way too intimate, but you were happily sleepy and soon happily fed so you let the little alarm bell in the back of your mind be overridden.

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When you woke up it was morning and you were in a bed. You were in a bed and you were not alone. There was a large body curled around your back, one arm pillowing your head and the other lazily slung over your waist. You tensed and the man noticed, a rumbling coming from his chest that you swore you could feel vibrate against your back.

“S’ok baby, dinnae need to git up yet.”

Johnny, it was Johnny behind you. You squeaked like a damn mouse when you felt his lips press to the back of your neck. Christ he was like a furnace behind you, the heat of him bleeding into you. You knew you were lying to yourself if you said that was the only reason you were suddenly overheating. Maybe he thought you were someone else? You moved a bit, seeing if you couldn’t get out of his hold and wake him up.

He definitely did not think you were someone else, not when he groaned and pulled you back in to squeeze you in a tight hug, your name on his lips.

“Please let me hold ye for a wee bit longer bonnie, nearly lost ye yesterday.”

Your emotions were tangled. Part of you felt that your heart might beat out of your chest from how loving he sounded, that little undercurrent of genuine fear of losing you. The other part had your heart beating out of fear because you had met this man yesterday and he was acting like you were long term partners. The latter won out and you struggled against his hold, relieved when he let you go with a sigh.

You rolled out of bed and looked at him in alarm. Oh he was adorable like this, all sleepy and soft. He didn’t seem so dangerous like this.

“I…” you started, not really knowing where to go from there.

You decided that where to go from there was out of this room, scrambling for the door and spilling out into the hallway without another word. You could see the stairs. Someone must have carried you up last night. You went down them in a rush, not sure what your plan was now. You were flustered, annoyed at yourself for how tempting it had been to stay.

“Good morning luv! Sleep well?”

Christ, Gaz and Price were in the little kitchen area drinking tea. Both were shirtless, Gaz only in PJ bottoms and Price only in his underwear. Fuck these people were models, this could not be a real situation you had actually found yourself in.

“I- uh, yes? Thank you. I need to go.”

Both of them looked concerned, Price walking over to you and blocking your way to the door.

“Do you need me to talk to Soap? I’ve already told the boys they’re not to do anything you don’t want unless it’s for your own good little bird, do I need to remind him?”

He seemed so sincere, so warm and protective and safe. Only now you panicked at it, trying to figure out what on earth constituted something you didn’t want but was for your own good where these strangers were concerned.

“No, we didn’t… thank you for everything, but I need to go now. Need to get paperwork sorted and get some clothes and a place to stay and everything” you babbled, trying to aim for casual. Trying to aim for ‘I am not shit scared or anything, just going to go about my day don’t mind me’. You loved your cat more than anything, but right now you would leave without her and come back for her, that was how on edge this situation was making you.

Kyle was moving now as well, casually leaning against the front door. It wouldn’t matter how subtle he was, you saw it for what it was. They were stopping you from leaving.

“Handled the paperwork yesterday. You can stay here and we’ll get you some clothes, although I think you look beautiful in mine,” Price said, smiling indulgently down at you.

You were going to need to fight. Something was very, very wrong here and you were going to need to fight. There was a knock at the front door, making Kyle jump and whirl around. There was a moment of stillness, Kyle and Price both looking at you and you looking at them, everyone aware things were about to become very bad very quickly.

The scream was a second too late, a hand already clamped around your mouth as you were dragged bodily backwards and up the stairs. You fought like hell, but the body behind you was huge. Simon. It must have been. He had appeared from thin air and the callsign Ghost made sense now.

Johnny passed you being dragged in the hallway, winking and ruffling your hair before heading down the stairs.

It was only once you were dragged into the closet and the door closed that you heard the voices downstairs. It was the police you thought. They were talking about remains from a fire. Oh God, they were talking about your remains.

#cod #cod au #fanfic #mhairiwrites #tf 141 x reader

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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✨Hello✨ I would like some Headcannons of 141 + könig with a gen z reader who's on the older side (like, 20-25) at first they were besties with soap, but then they became good friends with everyone. They are one of the very few people who can bother the shit out of ghost and live to tell the tale. All of 141 and könig have had their nails painted/makeup done by reader, and once a week AT LEAST, reader and the 141 + könig have a ✨ s p a d a y ✨ face mask, manicures, pedicures, you name it and the reader, 141 + könig have probably done it. Reader is also ver affectionate. Their name can be whatever you want it to be. Have a good day/night, eat, drink water, and don't overwork yourself or I'll find you and hit you with a steel frying pan. Love ya 😁

I love the way you show your love for me!!

Material Girl- 141+König

Not a proper hc...I think (idk my brain isn't braining rn)

Gn!reader! Smut at the end so warning!!

It's been forever since you arrived at base. 141, mainly Ghost nicknamed you rooks, short for rookie, also short like you. "Sergeant rooks, get over here." "rooks you sure 'bout this?" "Hey rooks, wanna hang out" god did it exhaust you, but it was all banter. Nothing more.

Soap soon after you had arrived at base became your best friend, only friend in the eye of others. He knew almost everything of the tiny rookie that had become his friend. Price didn't get it at first. How someone so smart as you had befriended his Scott soldier. But soon after seeing you and him explode different things around base he understood, "not about the level of knowledge but by how dumb they both are." It took 5 months for them all to be open to you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"ghost...ghost...heeeeyyyyy ghooossstttt" you whispered yelled (does that make sense? hope it does)

"yes rooks?" His voice hinting at his frustration.

You jumped from behind and made him jump. "Just wanting to see if you were still alive" "3 laps around base, go"

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And after much fight, he got used to you. Always making extra coffee for the days he knew you'd be around the most. He felt like a teacher with you and soap around. "If you do that, don't ya think it'll explode" then he saw your wheels turn. "that'll be awesome!"

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"fuck off Janet. im not goin to your fucking baby shower?"

"Who the fucks is that sergeant?"

Man did you annoy him with quotes from tiktok, but he loved how every time you would laugh at literal dark jokes, others would consider a sigh of a mental illness. "Die bitch...dieeee!!" You said as he killed a spider. He soon chased you with it. And as always you cried a little.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When the team found you stressed after a mission, they asked soap what a day off in your life looked like. "They better thank us for this." Price sighed as he, ghost and König prepared the common room to seem like a comfy living space.

"Ghost, you're next..what color would you like?" you looked up at him, annoyance leaked from his eyes. "Black..all black" You look around your kit, "I have glittery black? will that work?" your curious eyes starring at his, "fine" he responded. Gaz took pictures and sent them to the group chat, the same one he left because of your stupid daily memes.

"This is worse than torture."

"Do you or do you not feel bonita?" you smiled as you carefully painted his nails. He hesitated, "I feel bonita" . "Wonderful because you look Bonita!" you squealed, your hands cheerfully in the air.

Then it was König's turn, "nails or makeup mister?" you kindly asked. "pick makeup, their skin care routine after the removal makes your skin so smooth." gaz said as he caressed his own face. "Makeup, but just do my eyes please, ja?" You understood why his request was so odd, but you complied. Once you did his eyes: "gosh you look prettier than me, König!" he blushed at your comment. "Lift your mask, and I'll do your lips, want to see how pretty this shade will look on my pretty boy." you made way as he lifted his mask, "Pretty, pretty lips" his smile giving him away.

"Price?" "m'fine with the nails, thanks"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a Wednesday night, that you and the team designated for spa days. You bought them those soft hair bands with different shapes and colors. Ghost and König agreed on wearing surgical masks just for this activity. All of the tough soldiers reclined on sofas as you went around and applied face masks and cucumber for aesthetics. ----

Soap enjoyed how your hands would massage his hair. It was something you had mentioned, when he applied black war paint on his hair and you gasped. "If you want hair masks just ask Johnny! don't gotta kill me with this!" you exclaimed on the field.

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They all had robes on, you even ordered those foot massager machines for them. And when you were done with their masks, you would lay on the floor with pillows around. You read, and sprayed the room with different aromas. Sometimes when you felt hippie enough you would walk around with incense.

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It was the only time you went around taking pictures, they soon found out because you accidentally airdropped one to Gaz, who made it his profile on the group chat.

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"it smells horrible" ghost would say, "shh im cleansing you honey" your calm voice making him more scared, what if you accidentally lit him on fire, something that soap had done to gaz when he too felt like a hippie.

"thank you hase (bunny)" König would always keep you close when this whole thing was happening, his excuse was that your body heat was comfortable to him, in reality, he just needed an excuse to have you near.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a routine that you had created with them. For Ghost and König, you always spent the nights with either of them, you would stay up and wait until they needed you. Hugs from these two were the best. Soldiers stared and they would give them 'the' look. (you comment on this..I kill what you love)

"König it's time for hugs!" you jumped and he catched you, your head on his chest, "You are kind mein König," you used that only when he needed to be brought back after a tough mission.

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Soap and you had physical touch as love language, so showing him your affection was easy. You'd give his hands a squeeze or rubbed his shoulders and this man would just stand there, taking all the affection you could give. Sometimes it was him who would hug you so tight, you thought you might pass out.

"too much love" you would remind him. "m'sorry, felt like giving it all today" he would chuckle.

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Price was different, this man needed affection when having smoke competitions.

"learned this one on tiktok," you inhaled and perfect circle flew around. "S'good, getting better." He would stare in amusement as the circle of smoke disappeared. But at times he did need a hug. So when the day needed a little snuggle, he would approach you. "Feeling a little cold today, you?" and you would just hug him tight. "Do you feel my love?" you smiled as your face was deep in his man boobs (man am I a whore for man boobs..so squishy and shit)

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Gaz needed affection in fun ways. So every morning you would send him memes, or tease him about something. "S'not funny." "My uncle broke his neck tap-dancing once." and back to giggles it was. At times since you and him were somewhat the same age, you'd send tiktoks to one another.

"Gaz can you serve" He would pose and you'd laugh, "no like serve your country" and he'd salute. "Fucks sake was that." ghost would whisper to Price. "Maybe if we don't move, they won't notice us."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(please tell me this is what you meant when you said "done it" cuz if not,,,them im putting myself on blast here)

NSWF(kinda) MINORS DNI!!!

MANHANDLED im telling you!!!

These man were starving for some sex. So when the opportunity rose, you as a decent person, homie hopped. (I would too, so no shame here)

It first started with Ghost, then König. Then the two men with you(yes..threesome bc we only live once). Soap would probably find the three of you fucking. It would be on accident though. He was walking around base when he heard you scream, and when he opened the door you were in between the two big men.

After a week of witnessing the naked horrors of his superior and friends he would talk to you. "I was tempted." you confessed. "Mind doing me next?" he bluntly said. "I mean, would you be up for it?" "Now? or later?" he looked at you, soon later it was you and him and the same room he had caught you in.

Then like a good father and son, price and gaz shared you. And I mean SHARED. You didn't hesitate, mainly because you had a thing for gaz since the beginning, but price was more of a fantasy that turned real.

It took a little bit of convincing, and a lot of drinking and smoking (green plant activities ) to be in the presence on them all.

Gang bang? anyone? Anyways, it was a sworn secret that was called a one time thing. But after the 3rd time of the one time thing it was just a team building exercise for sure. (monthly so you would be able to walk properly)However after every mission Ghost and König would fuck the anger off of their system. Price understood why you wouldn't be able to make it to some training days, those were also the days he had fun with "excuse or not you better pay your debt"

tags: @g4y-gr3ml1n

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

A/N: please tell me you understood why the title is that?

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silverflqmes · 2 months

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hihi ellie ! i was wondering if i could request hcs with sugawara with a gymnast!reader (self projecting but i wanna see what ur thoughts on it are like <3) gn please <3 love u lots /p

໒⦂ 𝐆𝐘𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hi hi luma, my memories of gymnastics and terms has diminished over the years bc i stopped at a young age, but i’ll try my best with this🫡

genre. fluff + crack

for @kurolumiis <3

koshi sugawara x gn!reader.

⌗ sugawara definitely finds a way of balancing volleyball along with attending your meets ( i think this is the term.. )

⌗ loves to see you in your leotards all dressed up and sparkling, you’re like a shining star to him, certainly under the glow of the stadium lights<3

⌗ either made or purchased good luck charms for you to keep with you at any competitions you might have, especially if he cannot be there himself — but he tries his best to be!

⌗ should he have the time, he gets up extra early and prepares a nice meal for you to take with you if it’s an away tournament that he can’t attend, how sweet<3

⌗ your number one cheerleader!! i mean, have you seen him in the scene where he was like YAMAGUUUUCH, IPPON NICE SERVE!! yeah that’s him but cheering you on instead.. minus volleyball terms BUT DOES THAT SILLY MAGICAL GIRL POSE LMAO

⌗ he’s so proud of you out there he’s like YES THAT’S MY BABY OUT THERE SLAYING THE COMPETITION!! while holding a camera and recording BAH

⌗ helps you stretch if you’re sore and spots you if you’re practicing after hours and you don’t have someone to catch your limbs or prevent you from getting hurt in any way

⌗ SHOULD you get hurt, however, he’s got the first aid kit ready and you will likely get scolded for not being careful but it’s just him being worried about you cuz he doesn’t like seeing you hurt</3

⌗ loves when you attend his games, even if he isn’t on court 100% of the time, but y’know, appreciates it nonetheless cuz it displays you care for his interests as much as he does for yours

⌗ there was a leotard once that you were eyeing but was a little ( a lot ) out of your price range.. you had wanted it for your nationals, too, since you had gotten in — so sugawara surprised you with a nicely wrapped box once the results were in that you would be going, and it was none other than the leotard you were eyeing that day<3

⌗ out of curiosity, he asked you one day to teach him some things — i mean, the man can jump so high?? it’d be a shame not to try some stuff out..

⌗ and so you agreed to his request, finding it silly that he wanted to try what you do

⌗ it was safe to say that it was easier watching than actually doing.. and that trampolines made stunts MUCH EASIER THAN GYM MATS DID.

⌗ koshi still managed to do something from what you taught him, and albeit it a stunt as simplistic as running into a cartwheel going into a front handspring — it still warmed your heart that he took interest in what you do

⌗ it was also funny at times to hear him yelp cuz he was literally upside down for some things you had him try out LMAO

⌗ in return, after doing some much needed stretches to not have his body absolutely destroyed for practice the next morning, you had offered to try out his volleyball drills.

⌗ how hard could spiking be? ( if you’re short like me and aren’t the highest jumper — hard. but not as hard as blocking😵‍💫 although with timing it’s not as difficult.. )

⌗ it wasn’t as easy as it appeared from a distance, but it was still fun to do! a few sets later it would become a little more easier, and sugawara tossed in a way that was feasible enough for you to hit

⌗ brings you flowers on every competition, whether you win or lose he still brings them because you did really well out there regardless or the results!

⌗ just as he cheered for you during your meets, of course you also cheered for him during his like duh?? anytime he felt himself growing nervous — or the odds of winning had become close to zero, there you were lighting up his way<3

notes. that went a lot quicker than expected, i forget how easy hcs are LMAO but i hope you enjoyed luma<3 hearts to you from me /p and sugawara<3

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allys-corner · 1 year

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Synopsis: Bucky accidentally hurts you and feels really guilty about it.

Bucky’s arm was freezing cold. Usually, he kept to your left side, therefore, avoiding you having to be near his metal arm (the insecure idiot), but tonight was different. Bucky had been messing with his arm all day. Tony had just done some repairs on it yesterday and it tended to be sore for a couple days after. So, as you guys sat down to watch a movie, you took the left side of the couch. Bucky threw a quick sceptic look your way before throwing himself on your side of the couch.

It was Bucky’s turn to pick the movie and he threw on some new sci-fi. Honestly, you didn’t think you or Bucky were going to last the whole movie. You’d both been throwing in extra hours at work this week and it was finally time for some rest. You knew Buck’s arm was extra painful when it was cold, so you took it upon yourself to warm the arm. Which brings us to the iceberg in the room which was your boyfriend’s arm. Given that your pjs consisted of a tank top and some sweats meant direct contact with the metal, but love meant sacrifices and by golly you were going to help in any way you could. Warming up Bucky’s arm was the price you paid for getting to wake up to this amazing guy every day.

Bucky really had walked into your life when you needed him the most and he had never let you down since. He had been there when your mom got sick and when you lost your dog. He was even there when you went through your DIY décor phase. You don’t know what you’d do without this man. That’s why you hated the way that he viewed himself. You know that he still thinks of himself as undeserving because of all of the things he has done, but he has been working through it with a new therapist that Bruce recommended. This is why you leaning up against his left side didn’t make Bucky flinch the way it used to.

A half hour passes, and Buck’s arm feels nice and warmed up. Now that your task was out of the way, you could finally focus on snuggling into your boyfriend. This is when the exhaustion from the day finally hits. You had been running on fumes and your body was ready to drop at any second. Plus, it didn’t help that it was so comfortable in this pocket of space between Bucky and the pillows. The drone of blasts from the tv begin to fade to white noise.

You couldn’t contain the small yelp you gave out. Bucky was instantly out of his seat looking around before examining you.

“Are you okay?” Buck askes and he grabs your arm and scans it. It’s then that he spots a medium sized welp on your bicep. Now, don’t ever let it be said that Bucky Barnes is stupid because that boy picks up on things pretty quickly. He instantly lets go with his metal hand and backs up a bit.

“Baby, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal. I think the arm just shocked me.” You were trying to be soothing, but damn that had really hurt. Buck knows that look on your face and you see his walls come up quick. It’s been a while since you’ve seen those.

“I’m going to go get the first aid kit,” and before you could get a word in, he was stomping off to the bathroom. While he’s gone you take a moment to examine your right arm. The mark doesn’t look to bad, but it might leave a small bruise. You heave a small sigh. Bucky is going to be fretting over this one for a bit. The hard part was comforting him as Bucky had been trained on avoidance for years. If he didn’t want to deal with something, he knew the best ways to sneak away and hide. The only reason you didn’t chase after him to the bathroom was the sole fact that you knew Bucky would make sure you were taken care of before retreating. That was the best time to strike.

You hear a door hinge creak as Bucky emerges with the kit. He makes his way to the coffee table and sits, all the while, avoiding eye contact with you. As Buck places the opened box on the table, you softly grab his chin.

“Babe, you know you can’t control accidents, right?” you speak tenderly as you turn his face to look at you. He reluctantly locks eyes with you before he bursts with frustration.

“I know I can’t, but this is why I try to keep the arm as far away from you as possible! I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me or this stupid thing!” Buck retreats back to the medicine to try to calm himself. Bucky hated screaming in general, but especially at you. He didn’t want a relationship like so many he’d seen before. You fearing him more than loving him.

Before he could retreat too far, you unconsciously snag him by his metal wrist. Bucky tries to pull back, but you won’t let him.

“Buck, loving you means loving every part of you. I want to be there at your lowest so I can help pull you up. I know you would do the same for me without hesitation, so why is it different when it’s about you?”

“Because I’ve killed people! With both my hands, but especially my left. The first arm they took off me had dents on it from people trying to beat me off them, and stains from when the Winter Soldier got tired of that. I’m not meant to be coddled and comforted. That’s not what I deserve, and I’ve accepted it, so why can’t you?”

You are shocked to say the least. Not only that Buck feels that terrible, but also that you hadn’t noticed. You wanted to be there to help Bucky in any way you could, but you had been letting him down. It was time to do better.

You pull the metal palm to your lips and gently kiss the cool surface. Then you begin to travel upwards, leaving a trail of kisses behind as you went.

“I don’t see any dents,” you place a kiss on the inside of his elbow, “or stains,” and another two on his bicep. This is as far as you get before Buck rips his arm away.

“What the hell are you doing? Of course, there’s no dents or stains on this one, it’s new.”

“Exactly like you. Just because you used to be dented and stained doesn’t mean you haven’t become something newer and better. I judge you from how you treat me right now, Bucky Barnes, not how you would have treated me 30 years ago.”

Bucky pauses for a minute before looking up at you. The look he gave you was like someone had given him something he had been missing for a long time: hope. That he could be the man that he wanted to be despite his past. It would still take years for Buck to start accepting himself, but you made sure you were there for him every step of the way.

-Hope you liked it :) Feedback is greatly appreciated-

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desertdollranch · 11 months

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My Great Big List of Gray-Market American Girl Goodies!

If you're trying to build your American Girl doll's collection of clothes and accessories, and if you're also intimidated by the high prices of secondhand stuff, this post is for you! I've compiled here a list of things for sale from the gray market.

What "gray market" means is that some factories in China that previously made products for American Girl brand, continue making them for a while after American Girl stops ordering them. The factory workers then sell these things on eBay, at a huge discount.

I've bought gray market stuff before, and I've seen no difference in the quality or similarity to the stuff I've gotten from AG. It does take a little longer to arrive from China, but I've not yet had anything lost in the mail. So keep that in mind that there is a small risk of not receiving anything.

Items also come and go in availability. So something could be available for a few weeks and then stop production, and you've lost your chance to buy it, so definitely don't delay too long if you find something you like.

This is by no means a complete list. What I do recommend doing, if you're looking for something specific, is to go to the seller's profile and see what other American Girl products they're selling. There's a lot more out there than what I tracked down.

Felicity's BeForever straw hat, fichu, mob cap, necklace Caring for Baby set's 8-inch baby only Hearing aids Various foods Josefina's Navidad dress Kaya's bead necklace Courtney's bangle bracelets Kit's photographer outfit Marie-Grace's fan Blaire's tote bag and tablet Coffee shop cups Gabriela's bag and snacks Courtney's lunchbox and partial lunch foods Courtney's lunchbox only Bitty Baby's bottles Samantha's painting set Luciana's wig, meet boots, and star necklace Nanea's meet accesories Birthday celebration set Joss wig Molly's BeForever red beret and red purse Melody's stuffed elephant (set of 3) Chrissa and Nellie wigs

And this listing here has a huge list of items available:

#listings #american girl #american girl dolls

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Presents - part II

Pairing : John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Summary: second part to Presents. Price attempts to make soap for you, along with the 141 boys. interesting results followed.

Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta’d.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret series. Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too. you are forever my Price crack fic inspiration LOL.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Dad… you added too much water. It’s not going to trace again.”

Price groaned in frustration. He followed all the steps as prescribed! This is the third batch he had messed up. Sighing as he poured his failed batch into a plastic tub on the side and ready to start again. “You want me to do it Dad? Just pass me the ingredients.” Taking pity on his dad, Kyle gently nudges his dad over to one side, taking over the whisk and bowl. He didn’t quite expect his dad, who is perfect in everything, to be this bad in hand crafting related stuff.

Everyone has gathered at Mini and Soap’s parent’s farm for their yearly get together. It has become a tradition for the Task force 141 families to stay a few days up at the MacTavish farm for a few days, away from their chaotic life.

Price came up to Ghost one day, begrudgingly asking him and Mini to help him to make some special birthday presents for you as a surprise. He knew you sent some soap making kits as Christmas presents to Mini the year before, since you are such a soap fanatic, he decided making handcrafted soap with his son, to give it to you would be the best. With you and Mini both expecting another baby on the way, Soap’s wife Emma has dragged you out for a bit of baby shopping as a distraction.This gives the group a good chance to get things done while you were out.

Price looked over to Ghost, who is pouring up his fifth batch into the mould with ease (is he humming under the mask??? ) while instructing the twins to bring more moulds over. “Simon. You done this before?” Price asked.

“.... Maybe.” Ghost replied quietly, without looking him in the eyes.

“Gaz, be careful with that…you're going to overmix that. we are not having a competition here…” Mini warned. Gaz is currently stirring his mixture like crazy, both him and Soap getting into this competition of who can make up a batch fastest. Mini turned around to her brother, a bit alarmed by what he was trying to add into the bowl,“ Johnny… what the hell are you adding in… “ Before she could stop her brother, a small explosion occurred.

“JOHNNY. I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug if ye destory my keetchin!!” Froze in his track, Soap slowly turned around, seeing a very angry Mrs MacTavish glaring at him.

“HA, Ma is angry, you levy heid.” Mini smirked, turning towards the twins, “ kids, take your uncle out to play with your cousins. Make sure he doesn’t come back in here again.”

The twins were happy to comply with their mother, dragging their uncle out towards the garden, where their grandpa and cousins are currently playing outside in the garden.

“Gaz, you too. Finish off your batch and go knit with my Ma. She’s very keen to share with you the latest baby clothes pattern she found.” Gaz pouted but complied with Mini’s command.

The rest of the soap making session went without a hitch afterwards.

“Dad.” Kyle elbowed Price, trying to get his attention back, passing him some wrapping paper, “ Mum is going to be back soon, we better get this done fast.”

Popping the soap out from the mould, two of them carefully wrap the present up carefully, along with other presents the team families had passed onto Price before they left the farm.

“Boys! I am home!” you called out from the front, waddling in with slight difficulties with few files under your arm. True workaholic like your husband, you want to get some loose ends and work to finish up before you go on maternity leave in a few weeks time. Price wanted to come with you ( as he is being an overprotective husband as always with your pregnancy. “ did you forget what happened when you were pregnant with Kyle??” he warned. ) you have shooed him off to follow you to the barrack, “John, I am only going to grab some files from the office, I am not going into the field! I will be fine, stay home and enjoy your time off.” “Mum!” your son ran up to you and gave you a hug. Hugging him back and ruffling his hair,

“Had a good time with Dad?” you asked.

Nodding his head, he pulled you into the living room, “Come! We got surprises for you.” Surprises?? You raised your eyebrow, putting down your bags and kicking your shoes off, you followed Kyle into the living room.

You were surprised when you saw a pile of presents on the coffee table and a very sheepish looking Price standing beside it.

“Wha??” “Happy Birthday Love.” Birthday? Oh. That’s right, it is your birthday. You totally forgot about it.

Price came up and gave you a hug and a kiss. “You forgot didn’t you?” he chuckled.

Blushing away, “as always.” You admitted. You never really put any emphasis on celebrating your own birthday, but Price, usually not a romantic person, never forgets about it, and will always do something to celebrate it, big or small. Leading you to sit down on the couch, Kyle excitingly passes you all the presents. You open them one by one, winter clothes and blankets knitted by Gaz and Mrs MacTavish, bottle of Vintage whisky from the MacTavish cellar from Mr MacTavish ( with note attached: "for after the baby of course.”) and few crochet dolls for the new baby, fancy looking soap dispensers from the Simon and Mini, and hand made cards from the Riley Twins and MacTavish kids, Spa Vouchers from Soap and Emma. You were quite touched by the team families thoughtfulness. “Oh open that box mum!! Dad and I made these for you!” John made something? You look at him, Price looking very nervous, “Well, mostly Kyle. I wasn’t really good at making hand crafted stuff as I have realised.” you opened the box and unwrapped the heavy block of things inside, there were blocks of very nicely made Soaps in there. Even your favourite fragrances. “When did you two make this??”

“Remember when Emma dragged you out shopping when we were up at the farms? Everyone helped out.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. You know everytime you buy new soaps and soap dispensers, Price will roll his eyes, “love, do we even have spaces in the cupboards for these?”, but he will always bring back more soaps and dispensers for you when he comes back from trips and missions if he has time to search for them. Sobbing away you stood up and gave your son a big hug. “Don’t cry mum. I hope you like it??”

“Very much. Thank you.” wiping away your tears, you stood up and gave your husband a big kiss on the lip.

“Happy Birthday love.” he pulled you in a tight hug.

You have no words how much you love your husband and your adopted team family.

Ghost secretly loves the soap-making process. The common bathroom at the barrack is suddenly full of hand-made soap Ghost and Chameleon made ( but no one knows where they came from. )

Gaz and Mrs MacTavish often share new knitting patterns they find with each other.

Soap turns everything into explosives. Price…. Just not good at any hand-craft related stuff. Not even the simplest thing.

Mini, Emma and Chameleon try to set Gaz up with someone (anyone) that will appreciate his amazing knitting and crocheting ability.

I actually made soaps myself few times, even for my wedding bomboniere. it was a lot of fun :) @tapioca-marzipan @floral-force ( mutton chop no.7 :P )

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bunposting · 1 year

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Copy and pasting this from my one reblog since some folks were having some trouble with being able to like or reblog it, and I think it is important to get out there.

Nestbox culling (which is euthing kits shortly after they are born) is something that can sound unsettling and stirs up a lot of feelings. I get it! Baby rabbits (baby anything) are adorable, and it sounds so awful to kill them for any reason other than deformities or illness or lethal genetics. This is one of those times, though, where we have to think about it from a logical standpoint rather than from a purely emotional standpoint.

Think about how often rabbits are able to breed. Think about how many kits are in each litter. For many breeds, 6+ kits in a litter is the ideal. Even if a person only breeds their rabbits twice per year, that's 12 kits per rabbit every year. Ideally, a person would have at least two does - that brings our total up to 24 kits per year on average. This isn't even counting the breeds that average around 9 kits per litter (that would be 36 kits per year).

Now think about space constraints and financial constraints. People only have so much space for only so many rabbits. Even if they only breed once a year and only have one doe, that's still 12 kits. That's 12 kits that are going to need cage space. Depending on the breed, those kits won't reach a reasonable meat weight until well after they've been weaned, and by that time, bucks need to be kept in separate housing. If a person doesn't have the capability of attempting to keep their does in a colony or tractor, they'll need to keep each individual doe in a cage. That means that person who only started with two rabbits would need to have a minimum of 8 cages in order to grow those kits out, maybe more depending on how fast those kits grow and when they rebreed their doe. 8 cages can cost upwards of $400 if they're new, and still a similar price even if they are used. Now imagine a standard rabbit breeder, who would have likely at a minimum at least 4 does and a buck. 4 does producing an average of 48 kits every year. That means a breeder would need an absolute minimum of 29 cages. That's $1,450 spent just on cages. It's a huge investment to have a large amount of rabbits, and it's a huge investment to be making on kits that are obvious from birth that they will provide very little if any benefit to their breed as a whole. That's not even mentioning all of the extra feed costs (especially now with inflation being so bad) for feeding all of those extra rabbits.

Some breeds have very specific markings - like the rabbit in my pfp, for example. These markings are often able to be determined if they are mismarked or not from a very early age. Those mismarkings need to be culled for. In order to avoid the extra costs associated with having extra cage space you don't actually need just to grow out a bunch of kits that you already know won't cut it as breeders, the only other option is to sell those kits after weaning. No breeder is going to want them, so what are you going to do? You'll sell them as pets. CONGRATULATIONS - You've just contributed to the problem of rabbits in shelters, feral rabbits, rabbits suffering in pet homes that can't take care of them. Imagine even just two kits from every litter being mismarked and needing to be culled - if you've got four does and 8 litters, that's 16 young rabbits that will need to find homes in just one year.

And so, in order to avoid those things, a good breeder who knows what space constraints they have, knows what financial constraints they have, and doesn't want to contribute to the problems that ARAs constantly say we contribute to, may very well choose to cull kits in the nestbox that they know won't make it as potential show or breeding stock.

Just because a kit is killed so young, that doesn't mean it has to just get tossed aside or that it has no use. Talk to my cat about that - she absolutely loves a good whole prey raw snack. Or talk to any dog. Or any snake. Or large lizard. Maybe go talk to the raptors at a raptor sanctuary, or small carnivorous creatures at the local zoo or wildlife sanctuary.

None of this is even mentioning the benefits nestbox culling has on the doe and the other kits in the litter. Does may often have more kits than they can reasonably care for. Sure, some can be fostered by another doe, but why put the strain on another doe for kits you know won't make the cut anyways? By nestbox culling, it reduces the amount of stress on the doe. It also makes it so the kits that do have a chance at being utilized for breeding get a more ample supply of milk, and therefore all grow to be bigger, stronger, healthier, and overall more robust.

Nestbox culling is an act of animal welfare. It ensures that the breeder isn't trying to care for more animals than they can reasonably/financially handle. It ensures that animals aren't going to end up in shelters, or being freed somewhere, or suffering in homes where they aren't being cared for properly. This is extremely important in species that have a large amount of babies in each litter, which is something that I know can be very hard to understand when a person either only has experience with species that have very few babies per year, or has no experience with breeding animals at all - but it's important to understand, because it's the kind of thing that can bring even more stigma onto already stigmatized species such as rabbits.

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redraven3093 · 2 years

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Headcanons

because waiting for S3 is not my style and so I just pour out all the brain rot so it could be everyone else problem.

Raphael

• In the Future Raph would definitely become a real professional wrestler, maybe try asking and even begging GhostBear to be his mentor or coach on how to properly do it.

• He’ll be a nightmare in the ring, can you just imagine?? mystic power on nah Rahp is a strong dude and I pity the poor soul that faces him.

• He’ll go by the name of Red Kaiju or Red Rover or somethin

• When his baby brother starts growing up and became more busier with their own thing. Raph will have one full day of moping and sulking before Splinter randomly commented “then why not just get a job take caring children??”

• And then he tries to apply to become kinder garden teacher in the Hidden City the very next morning.

• Yokai children are a hassel but Raph has experience with 3 chaotic gremlin baby brothers he can take it.

• Especially when he starts using his Mystic clones, the old Yokai that was running the place had saved a lot of school funding money when they hired Raph, an army of teachers in the price of one is a great deal.

• The kids somehow manage to do some enough damage to one of the clones once, causing them to disintegrate, all this time they thought that the clones are Mr.Raphie’s twin, and seeing the clones disappear made them distress and cried.

• One kid will shout out “MURDEEEEERRR”

• And that’s how Raph find the kids panicking and crying and it was just a really messy day.

• Raph explains that it was okay, it’s just a clone you guys stop crying please, I’ll be fired

• They do stop crying but now they would be extra carefull when playing with his clones, because they don’t want to hurt him and even brings mini medic kit to "help with the boo-boos".

• Raph finds this adorable.

• So, a big Softie kinder garden teacher Mr. Raphie by day and then the fearsome professional wrestler Red Kaiju by night, best of both world of his interest.

• Check up on his brother every 3 days making sure they’re alight visit his dad in his weekends to go watch movies or just had some sake.

• Splinter celebrate his eldest son 20th birthday by sharing his first Drink together, and Raph finds that he surprisingly like sake.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #don't mind me #headcannons #rottmnt #rise of tmnt #rise movie #rise raph #teacher Raphael #rise splinter #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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wigglepiggle · 5 months

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I found out one of joes names is jaws so I knew what I had to do

Joe the salmon!

Lurking in the dark of the depths of sea, one day on a lark

Decides to get rowdy, get real violent

Takes a vay-cay up to barnacle and dime and

Shopping lotion fun in the sun

Blood in the fountain, everybody run

'Cause it's crazy how few fucks this fish gives

He'll eat naked lobsters, he'll eat little squids!

Oh, no!

But the one thing keeping the community safe

Is a guy named Judd and his pal Lil Judd

Joe don't know that a storm's gonna come

He just wants everyone to be his Chum, get it, get it

The mayor don't care if the townsfolk die

He doesn't want to spoil the fourth of July

He's like, "Everyone cool it, and go buy some swimwear!"

But holy shit here comes that fin!

Joe is here

Here is Joe

(He is a salmon without a cause)

He was in a big run you should play it it's called Joe

Joe is here

Here is Joe

(He is a salmon who fights the law)

He was in a big run that everyone fought

Long story short, the mall gets closed

The mayor's like, "Okay, yeah, this blows"

Suddenly Joe has got a price on his head

But the wrong little salmon baby ends up dead

It was Joes' little brother! now he's pissed

The mayor just shot to the top of his list

He sneaks in his house in the middle of the night

And he eats that fucker in a single bite

Golly

(doo do odoo)

Now the mayor's dead, so Judd's in charge

He knows the real killer is still at large

So he and the Lil Judd make a decision

They're going on a mission

They're gonna go fishing

For Joe

A man named Mr Grizz lets them use his helicopter

On the condition that he be the one to cut Joes' throat

'Cause he was a sailor back in World War III

And Joe ate his entire crew, woah!

Joe is here

Here is Joe

(He is a salmon without a cause)

He was in a big run, a big run called Joe!

Joe is here

Here is Joe

(He is a salmon who fights the law)

He was in a big run that everyone fought

They're out on the sea, they wait all night

Where could Joe be? He's nowhere in sight

Lil Judd decides to go down in a cage

And Joe shows up in a full on rage

He tears up the cage like paper in a shredder

While Lil Judd makes his wetsuit wetter

He hides behind a rock like cowardly prick

And he doesn't come back until the end of the flick

Judd's like, "We're gonna need a bigger boat"

So they go back home and get a bigger boat

The biggest boat that's ever sailed

Gonna kick Joes' ass or I guess his tail, yeah his tail

But, oh, my shit!

Joe jumps out and Grizz gets bit!

Right in half like a kit-kat bar!

Up in the sky there's a shooting star

That's Grizz up in space, he's a star now

Judd's angry, he's all like, "Fuck it"

He takes a harpoon and welds it to a charger

Joes' last words are, "Woah, respect"

Then he explodes and it's a pretty good effect, yeah!

Joe is dead

Long live Joe

(He was a salmon without a cause)

He was in a big run, you should play it, it's called Joe

JOE IS DEAD

LONG LIVE JOE

(He was a salmon who fought the law)

He was in a big run that everyone fought

(He was in a big run that everyone fought)

He was in a big run that everyone fought

Joe is dead

Long live Joe

(He was a salmon without a cause)

He was in a big run, called Joe

(Joe is dead)

At the Academy Awards

(Long live Joe)

He was robbed

(He was a salmon without a cause)

Salmons exist in real life, woah

(He was in a big run that everyone fought)

Joe is dead

Long live Joe

#this is so dumb and it also doesn't rhyme anymore but fuck it we ball #splatoon 3 #splatoon #big run #megalodontia #Spotify

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chialebeauf · 1 year

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Take care of yourselves tomorrow

Seriously, have fun but be careful

TW: police brutality, general protest fuckery, I don't endorse any of the following, it's juste research for my OC ;)

So tomorrow is May 1st, la fête du zbeul et des travailleur.euse.s! For some of you it might even be your first big protest.

I have a hunch this one wil be BIG big and considering how cops have acted lately and how pissed off a lot of people are, shit will kick off and might do so early on and as far as the Unions part of the protests, way back up the protest.

Before all of that, take out your contacts, they don't work nice with tear gas. Sorry for your selfies but you're better off not using make up or creams before hand, those sticks the CS particles on your skin and are nightmarish. Don't remember to bring enough water, and good shoes, both will serve you well.

Quick edit: Don't go alone please and if you do try to at least make some sort of buddy system with random nice people you met at the protest, there are a lot of those going around. If you have a medical condition or just want a nice day ou, try to find the bigass baloon of a "nice and calm" union (ie not SUD) and stay around it (the CGT one is the "party bus" and they got good booze and dubious food at low prices, FO are lame but it's waaay safe) it's usually both relaxed, lively and safe.

Good practice is to "clean your phone" of anything that could be incriminating for anybody or even better having an empty burner on hand.

Now if you're pissed off and see yourself be susceptible to come into contact with tear gas, the pool goggles (try to hide them under your clothes, police often confiscates those beforehand*)/ FFP2 mask combo usually works pretty well. In case it doesn't, keep a generous supply of saline(those too*) to flush the eyes (no touching them with your hands you fool) and some 50/50 Maalox/water solution (this too, but just bullshit them you have heartbrun since it's what it's supposed to be) to flush hands/face, etc. Ear protection could come useful too

Obviously keep your wits about you, know were the cops are, try to recognise if the situation is getting heated. You might hear their whistle launching the charge and now to get out the way for instance.

As usual don't grab shit you don't know or recognise with your hands. This site has a lists and descriptions of what you're liable to encounter The CS hockey puck things are ok to kick back but don't pick them up they're hot as hell. As for the fit, having an all black windbreaker with a hood, grey or black shit sneakers and black sweatpants, all of those in a bag and easy to wear take off would be nice if you're action oriented. Gloves are paramount and since 12 now has the right to use drone a beautiful black umbrella would just complete it.

If you're unlucky to get pinched make sure you had a lawyer's number memorized (or written in marker on your body). There are plenty of legal teams all over the country but look them up before. Once there, don't say shit besides your identity and address and that you want to see your lawyer. The lawyer will explain the whole thing to you better once you see them. They'll ask if you want to see a doctor, always say yes, at the very least it'll break the monotony. You also have a right to a hygiene kit, make sur to ask for it. The food isn't spectacular but it's edible so eat that shit you might spend up to 2 days in that bitch, keep your strength.

Sorry, I have to find a way to keep those clear and organised. Stay safe baby leftists we love you and you're awesome.

(all of this mostly applies to France)

ON EST LAAAA!

#upthebaguette #protest guide #go youths #I'm sorry might be a bit too late #may 1st

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haruharuz · 1 year

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So. You have mentioned that you knew you wanted to be a stripper since 17 but waited until you were 20 currently I am 18 in the Bay Area and I do want to strip not because of tiktok I do have a job (I am a server while I’m school for nursing). I have watched some videos on YouTube. I am also planning on visiting some clubs. what would be your advice to me? What would be some things I should look out for?

I don’t know if dancing is a good idea right now. I know you’re gonna hate me for saying that but there’s a reason we tell you NOT to dance that early. Because at 18-19 you’re so much more likely to be trapped in the industry. I highly recommending waiting until you’re 20 to dance. But I totally understand if you still want to.

If you ARE going to try it no matter what, I want you to take in everything I say and keep it in your head.

Don’t do coke. Don’t even look at it. Stay away from all drugs or you will pay a price for it. Don’t drink. Just trust me. It’s a slippery slope and you will never get out of the industry. And I mean that.

When you get your money, you’re going to do a few things.

Avoid buying luxury and random stuff. Just avoid it.

Open a Roth IRA and max it out every year you dance

Do a savings challenge and have one at all times you’re doing

SAVE part of your money for taxes !

Make weekly goals not daily

I also highly suggest you KEEP your day job while dancing. Don’t do what I did, I started dancing and haven’t had a normal job in 2+ years.

Dancing will make you never want a normal job again. So keep your normal job, dance on the side.

If you’re going to the clubs you’re going to want to watch for family mentality. Stay away from any club that says they’re a family. They are not, you will end up pimped out.

Watch out for the girls. They’re not all your friend they will fuck you over for their bag. Look at the stages and see if it’s more money from stage or if it’s more girls hustling lap dances.

If you do decide to dance fry a book bag or a duffel bag, put these items in it: a lock, baby wipes, first aid kit, tooth care mini travel set, alcohol in a small spray bottle (spray sanitizer works great), hair care tools, a money bag 💰 (emoji is because this is what they typically look like) you want a bag that can hold a lot and one that’s smaller as well. You’ll also need a pair of pleasers, if you get boots that are closed toed size up. Outfits you can find on shein are great and so is Adam and Eve. The one near me gives me a discount as a dancer and I build points. Also put a snack and a small bottle of water + a liquid IV (electrolyte supplement) in there.

Look up some floorwork videos. You’ll want to learn how to move fluidly and sensually, as well as twerk. Stretch every single day! Before you audition there’s a few things that would be great for you to learn just so you feel way more confident! If you can get a pole, those can be amazing for learning and such. But if not, when you get there DONT try to jump on the pole! Walk with the pole in hand up high, body away. Watch a few videos on that like pole stuff without it being obnoxiously difficult because pole HURTS and it’s gonna bruise you.

Show up to any audition dressed nice. You want social security and ID ready. Confidence plays a huge part. Like a simple bodycon dress will do.

Stay safe ! I hope this helped :)

#sunny rambles #return to sender

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