#john ; talks.

[kurorama]

me when the READER in the X READER has a name:

like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁

#bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #bruce wayne x reader #din djarin x reader #steve harrington x reader #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #joel miller x reader #writing #fan fiction #fanfic #authors of tumblr #kurogxrix talks

[nenayaquisieras]

my brain is saying 141 with a reader that sees dead people. like they notice how respectful she is to the dead. when she kills she moves the bodies, sometimes says a small prayer to herself. they see her looking at things that aren’t there. “Did you see that? Never mind.” or she mentions she feels something weird in the air, or something wrong. talks to the team about the sleep paralysis she gets, always leaving out the grayish dark figure that accompanies her on those nights.

She’s never told anyone until she got drunk enough to were she’s literally laughing saying

“oh yea i see dead people.” And the guys obv think she’s joking and egg her on about said dead people she sees. but then she tells them about the entities that follow them, the people they’ve killed, always following them around. some are very angry, she feels their malicious intentions. ends up describing them in grave detail, they way they looked, what they wore, the last words they spoke before her teammates pulled the trigger. Something that only THEY would know.

“oh man, let me tell you about Gilbert my sleep paralysis demon. I swear he’s been visiting me more and more recently.”

#I really love the idea of a reader that sees the dead #That sees the dead that surrounds their teammates #one time she asked Ghost about why there’s always a child following him around #didn’t talk to her for a week 😭 #price still refused to believe that she sees dead people even though she described a close friend of his that died in battle #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #john soap mactavish #cod #call of duty #cod mw2

[mydairpercabeth]

Annabeth has been told her entire life she needs to earn love and glory and respect. Her father neglected her and her mother makes her earn her love. She has been raised to believe she has to be the best or nothing at all. She was told love was conditional. And then she meets Percy and in less than a WEEK she is questioning her beliefs, the gods, and learning that other people can and will put her first. Percy jumped for her. Percy got in the chair for her. Percy sees her. There is no limit to how much they will do for each other.

#percabeth brainrot #im in your wall dan and john #i will never stop talking about this #every episode outpercabeths the last #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #pjo #pjo tv #percy series #pjo tv show #AND WALKER AND LEAH #ACTING DOWN #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #riordanverse

[miilkybnn]

y’all know that one audition tape Neil did? Yeah, so anyways make it Soap

#john soap mactavish #cod soap #cod art #soap art #john mactavish #cod fanart #call of duty #cod modern warfare #my art #milky art #cod #sorry for falling off the face of the earth it will happen again #HES SOOO #BTW IF YALL DONT KNOW WHAT IM REFERING TO JUST ASK ILL TELL YALL #my discord friends have just been hearing me talk about this man non stop for the past 3 to 4 days because of his smug fucking grin #i’m going to choke him with my bare hands (affectionately) #neil ellice #bc technically #bubbles the beloved

[sentient-stove]

“Over there is Drake, he’s with us because JL Light kept saying no to the teenage group so now they made him my and JLD’s problem. Also he kept trying to raise the dead. And kept succeeding.”

“It’s not my fault it’s so easy,” Drake muttered without looking away from his project. “And Batman wasn’t dead the last time. You bring back three people and suddenly everyone thinks you’re a budding necromancer. It shouldn’t be my fault I’m using the available resources for the best solution.”

Constantine somehow looked even more dead than Elle as he pointed to the teenager that had taken up residence on the counter, the rest of the space covered with no less than four laptops. “Do not see him as a role model. He broke reality that first time.”

Man, she already knew they were going to get along like a house on fire. Elle waved cheerfully at Drake. “Quack.” She said. Constantine just sighed and went for his lighter.

Drake looked at her in befuddlement. “Quack?”

“A drake is a duck yeah? So, quack.”

“I prefer the drakes being dragons route.” He said. “More mysterious and powerful.”

“Ah. Rawr then.” The lesser of the two options. Drake had clearly never met a true duck. Maybe Elle could sneak one in one of these days and introduce Drake to a better namesake.

#fanfic #wip hell #JL: hey Constantine can you babysit potential threat to the world #Constantine: I’m literally not a babysitter #he’s right he’s a father of two unholy terrors now #john constantine #tim drake #dani phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #dc comics #danny phantom #‘why doesn’t Constantine talk British’ I hate brits next question

[whoslibby]

you were cleaning out johnnys bunk, the death still lingers strong within the force no one could bring it up, the elephant in the room. you were the only one to volunteer to clean out his stuff. you wanted to have some reminders of him, his passing still heavy.

there wasn’t much except a black shoebox with his belongings, you started looking through, two fat sketchbooks, a few rings and a few photos that had gotten dusty. you picked up the rings slipping the one on, a red velvety box. you opened up the kid with a pop a small yellow post it note.

‘finally got the balls to propose to her? don’t fuck it up johnny” a note to himself. to whom the lucky girl was you couldn’t tell; but if you found out who it was you’d save the box to give to her.

you looked through one of the sketch books sketches of all the force, random notes, drawings of various cool objects. you didn’t realise how good soap actually was. a few polaroids stuck into pages. one of him and ghost a few days before.. before he died. titled in soap’s signature scruffy handwriting ‘me and ghostie’

the other sketchbook very similar before finding a letter at the very bottom of the box. you opened it up.

‘dear the nosy git who looks through my stuff,’

the first sentence having you in a moment of silence, reading the sentence in his voice. making a tear well up in your eyes.

‘i’m most likely dead if your looking through my stuff so here’s my will.

- my sketchbooks go to gaz, only one of you that won’t ruin them.

- all my money goes to price in supporting the sas, I want it still running when i’m long gone.

- ghost gets all the photos, I know he’s a softie even if he didn’t admit it.

- y/n gets the ring, tell her i’ll always love her, even if I didn’t get to tell her.’

#first cod piece #jj talks #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap call of duty #soap mctavish #johnny mactavish #john mactavish

[meoware]

#Up to you to decide who Dave is actually talking to #myart.png #homestuck #dave strider #karkat vantas #john egbert #june egbert

[nerdpoe]

There's a level of Hell that Constantine loves and hates in equal measure.

The Level of Lust and Debauchery.

He loves it for what it is, but he also really, really hates it. The beings in it are unhinged at best, completely insane at worst. Stronger than Demons, but weaker than Gods-it's always more stressful than fun dealing with them.

So needing to summon the King of that level is...well. John can already feel the exhaustion.

But instead of exhaustion, he feel rage. Disgust.

The King that shimmers into existence is a fucking child.

And John honestly loses some time after that.

He comes back from ranting with the tiny King forcefully yanking him to a stop.

"Wait, you thought the Infinite Realms were what?"

Turns out, that wasn't the Level of Lust and Debauchery at all. Turns out, the Infinite Realms has a Red Light District.

Turns out, that is a very, very small part of the Infinite Realms, and this tiny child King had no idea it was there, and now he has to explain what a Red Light District is to an increasingly mortified Royal Teenager.

All around, it's not a fun time for anyone present.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #john made some assumptions and now he and danny have to suffer for them #danny didn't mean “what's a red light district” he means “what the fuck would a red light district in the ghost zone even look like” #now he's getting the birds and the bees and the chains and whips that bind them talk from some scrungly magician #and he's too mortified to tell the man he already knows #afterwards danny and john pretend like they never met #pretend like the next summoning is the first one #but the other Leaguers who were present for the first know #even though they really didn't want to #that John is into some FREAKY SHIT #and think that the King of the Infinite Realms is an innocent babey

[s0fter-sin]

09 ghost sleeps curled up as tight as possible; knees tucked to his chest, arms wrapped protectively around them, wedged into the corner against the wall. anything he can to try and feel secure

that doesn't change when he finally starts staying after sex with mactavish; even with mactavish there he just can't let himself relax. can’t convince himself that he’s safe

mactavish notices; of course he does, he notices everything about riley

that's why he also notices when it starts to change

months pass and riley stops tucking his arms under his legs, instead just loosely holding them to his chest. then his legs start to relax, slowly spreading out until mactavish can fit his arm between them and his chest for riley to latch onto

it takes years, unwinding muscle by muscle before he finally sleeps splayed out across the bed. he doesn't shove himself into the corner anymore

instead, he trusts mactavish; trusts him to have his back, trusts his bulk to hide him from anyone that would burst through the door

he sleeps better with mactavish's arm slung over his waist, his stomach pressing into his back and legs tangled through his own, than he ever did curled into the corner

#09 ghoap got me fucked up #just the intimacy of falling asleep with someone knowing they can and will keep you safe #and accepting not only that they will but that you deserve their protection #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #talk to me ghost #we’re a team. ghost team #soapghost #09 soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap cod #captain mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #09 ghost #09 soap

[ghostlywhiskey]

price who proposes to you in private. there is no camera waiting to capture the moment. there is no stress or planning ahead to try and get you ready and in a specific area without raising suspicion. it’s just the two of you.

it’s when you don’t expect. it’s a few days after he’s home from deployment and you’re spending the weekend at his house. your body snug on top of his as your lips place soft kisses on his chest, the blanket draped over the two of you to shield half naked bodies; your body covered in his t-shirt while he wears boxers.

fingers lazily scratch up and down your back, causing you to hum to show your content. your kisses on his chest coming to a stop as you rest your cheek on his chest. the only movement your body makes is the result of his steadied breaths.

“we should probably shower,” the suggestion is one that will most likely be ignored, neither of you will make the effort to move from the current position. you’re not even sure why you suggested it in the first place.

the lack of response from him makes you think he’s fallen asleep already, so you move your head to catch a glimpse of him. except eyes are focused on you while fingers continue to scratch your back, but his hand moving behind your neck to keep you focused on him.

“are you—”

“marry me.”

the words run through your brain as you process them. lips part as if you are about to say something, but quickly close as you take another moment.

“i’m marryin’ you one day.”

“yeah, when we’re married.”

“you're the one, y'know that right?”

it was never just ‘marry me’ and you’re not sure how long you stayed quiet, but long enough that his hand slips away from your neck. gently, he urges you to move up his body so you’re now face to face with him.

“going deaf on me r’you?” his chuckle deeper than normal, and you watch as his arm reaches over to the nightstand. sitting up straight on his lap, you feel your breath catch in your throat again.

this was different than every other time he alluded to marriage. this time there was a ring to accompany the words that suggested it.

“john—” and as you speak, he sits up and moves one arm around your waist. his other hand using his thumb to flip open the box with the ring inside it.

“marry me,” it sounds like he’s telling you; it isn’t a question he wants a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to. “and i know you can hear me.”

does your mouth always feel this dry? is it always this hard to try and speak? your lips parting again as words try to come out, but silence hangs heavy in the room. eyes don’t even glance at the ring before your hands grab his face. the facial hair you once called scratchy and ticklish when you first met him pressed against your palms.

tugging his face close to yours, you give him a small nod. lips graze against his briefly before you press them against his and he’s kissing you back. it tastes salty and wet, despite the feeling of your mouth feeling dry. but, the realization that tears have started to spill down your cheeks hits you.

“okay,” the word barely audible against his lips, but his arm around your waist tightens and pulls you closer when you say it; hand grabbing at your waist to keep you on his lap as if you’re trying to move away, but you aren’t.

when the kiss breaks, his arm slips away to remove the ring from the box. the box quickly discarded onto the bed as he gently takes your hand, you’d think he was holding glass with how delicate he treated it.

the ring slowly slides onto your finger, his own fingertips making your skin feel hot at the touch. once its on, price is guiding your hand to his lips; your ring finger the target for his kiss.

#john price #captain john price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x reader fluff #captain john price fluff #john price cod #captain price x reader #gw sfw price #nic talks price

[give-bucky-his-boyfriend-back]

John, somehow in heaven, looking at Destiel: They've corrupted my son! My boy is not gay! He's a man, god dammit.

Bobby: The fact that your son is bisexual doesn't take anything away from his masculinity

John: He acts like a teenage girl

Bobby: Says the one that keeps a diary

John: ITS A JOURNAL

#bobby wouldn’t let John talk shit about them #live laugh love bobby singer #bobby singer #supernatural #spn #j*hn winchester #destiel #dean winchester

[arrimorr]

Ok, while we are on the topic of Malevolent, I decided to post some mlvlnt thingies I drew last year

#malevolent #arthur lester #john doe #yes I gave Yellow my initial design for John #while this type of shape looks like a sun for me it also symbolises a more sharp and unstable personality #(bc of all the different sized “spikes”) #I'm talking about yellow from my previous post btw

[bleuu-moon]

imagine being able to say you fucked this man when he was a lieutenant AND a captain bye

#the head i would give this man would be criminally good #i’m talking every day seven days a week #captain john price

[radiance1]

When Danny was told Vlad was coming over, he didn't care, much. After all, being told that he's lost all romantic interest in his mother, is trying to keep thoughts of murdering his father to just thoughts, and genuinely trying to be better than he was before.

Danny decided to give him at least a portion of leeway. You know, to see if he's holding up to his word.

But this, this is not it.

He dragged Vlad out of the room, shooting out an excuse that he just needed Vlad's help with something and just wanted to talk for a bit. Then brought him down to his level-via pulling on his collar- with a scowl.

"You trade my mother for that thing!?"

The thing in question, was some British guy by the name of John Constantine. Who smelled like smoke, alcohol and genuinely seemed to be questioning how exactly he ended up in this situation.

Vlad, to Danny's displeasure and increasing horror.

Is smitten.

Why did it seem that when Vlad turned good his intelligence just seemed to take a nosedive. Enough so that he settled for that and he is happy he isn't going after his mom but, like.

C'mon dude.

You can do better.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Counterfit shipping #Vlad/Constantine #Danny is offended on his mom's behalf that Vlad chose Constantine over her #Meanwhile #Jack and Maddie are trying to both wingman and give a shovel talk simultaneously to Constantine in the room over #John Constantine is just confused how exactly he ended up here #He does like the large wheels of cheese that end up coming his way though #Those taste extremely good #Yes Vlad makes said cheese #Dairy King isn't his ancestor for nothing

[cod-dump]

Soap is chatty, he talks a lot. More than once someone has told him they ‘learned to tune him out’, that they’re able to ignore him because they’re used to his chatter. It hurts, he admits that to himself but no one else. He’s not used to someone fully paying attention to what he’s saying (Gaz) or actually loving hearing him talk even though they’re not fully understanding everything he’s saying (Ghost).

He was talking while working with Price in a meeting room when he realized he had been talking a lot, so he stopped. Then Price looked up and asked him why he stopped.

“What?”

“The party at your cousin’s, with the weird green cake.”

Gaz and Price fully listens while he talks, taking a moment to ask questions or acknowledge when he says something. Ghost half listens and just enjoys hearing Soap talk even when he’s not mentally there, asking questions to keep Soap talking because he loves his voice. It was almost overwhelming having that acceptance and care towards him.

#Alejandro and him talk about everything under the sun while ghost and rudy listen with adoration #call of duty #modern warfare #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john price #i think there’s something like this already in my blog somewhere #oh well here it is again lol #drabble

[mayasaura]

Obsessed with that bit where P— told John to be a bad wizard. That they could write the history books later to say he was good, but what he needed to do now was to scare the shit out of people. What he needed was leverage.

Because that's what he did! That's exactly what he did. He got his leverage, he played the bad wizard, he scared the shit out of everyone. And then after the dust settled, when he was the last man standing, he wrote the history books to say he was good.

And like. The thing that gets me is. After all that, he named her Pyrrha.

They won. It wasn't worth it.

#like it's not P—'s fault John took her advice so to heart and cornered himself at the end the way he did #but talk about people bringing out the worst in one another #the world that could have been if John had listened to C— as closely as he listened to P— and the nun #the locked tomb #nona the ninth #ntn spoilers #pyrrha dve #emperor john gaius #john gaius