#thanks kate <3

[amaranthsynthesis]

This Hark! A Vagrant strip is immediately what I thought of when I found those letters. I’m sticking with the hot topic implication bc it’s funnier than finding a faerûnian equivalent for France and bc fantasy hot topic would be fucking fantastic and I want to go there right now.

(The postscript says ‘no homo’ but it is very much homo)

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #the dark urge #the dark urge spoilers #durge #ballard #Enver Gortash #durgetash #bg3 comic #thank you Kate Beaton #the meme that keeps on giving a decade on #artings #digital art

[cod-dump]

Price comes into their shared safe house after he had to shave and all he gets is chaos. Soap's close to hyperventilating as he points at him. Gaz is screaming about stranger danger. Ghost looks like he's seen a ghost (pun intended), absolutely shell shocked

Shaving his beard was only practical for the under cover mission ahead of him considering it was his most recognizable feature. It was strange seeing himself without it. He looked so much younger. When he walked out of the bathroom after finishing, Laswell did a double take.

“Wow. Forgot what you looked like without a rat on your face.”

Price rolled his eyes, “Very funny.”

He kept feeling his face. He felt like he was missing a part of him without the beard.

“I’m sure you gave the boys a heads up, right?”

“No?”

Laswell gives him a look, “You really should tell them. Before you get stabbed or blown up or shot.”

“Kate, they’re not going to react like that.”

“John, you look like a whole different person. Have they ever seen you without the beard?”

“No? But that doesn’t matter! I don’t look that different. They’re smarter than that.”

Price ignored the face Laswell was giving him. He needed to head back to the safe house and get ready to leave for the mission. He had two meetings he needed to attend, as well. Laswell just wished him luck instead of a usual goodbye. He scoffed, she was overreacting. The boys were all grown men. They may be taken aback by his missing beard but nothing extreme was going to happen.

Price was tired by the time he got back to the safe house. It was late but he knew the boys were still up. Most likely waiting for him so they (Ghost) could lock up the house properly. He opened the door and all but slammed it shut, that way Ghost knew he was there and didn’t try to kill him. He took his hat off and hung it up, groaning as he headed to the kitchen.

Ghost was there, sipping some tea.

“Hey, Simon-“

Ghost looked at him and immediately dropped his mug. Price jumped as ceramic shards and tea went all over the floor.

“What the hell, Simon?!”

Ghost stared at him, eyes wide. Soap ran into the kitchen not long after the mug shattered.

“Si! Are you okay-“

Soap cut himself off when he saw Price. His mouth hung open and he lifted his hand and pointed at his face. Price instinctively rubbed his face.

“I shaved.”

Soap gasps and stumbles back towards Ghost. He only stops when his back hits the man’s chest. He kept trying to speak but nothing comprehensible came out. He started breathing heavy as Ghost stood there like a statue.

“Breathe, Johnny-!”

“What’s going on in here-“

Price turned as Gaz walked into the kitchen. The man took one look at him before he just screamed at the top of his lungs. Price winces as Gaz screams bloody murder, Soap dropping to the floor. Ghost continued to stand, unmoving.

“Bloody- I SHAVED! IT’S NOT THE BIG OF A DEAL!”

“YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE GOING TO ASK ME IF I HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT JESUS!”

It took two full hours to get the three to calmly sit in the living room. They stared at him as he explained the mission he was going on, not hearing a word he was saying. Price stopped talking when he phone started ringing. He winces when he sees it was Laswell.

“Kate, hey-“

“I told you.”

Price blinks, groaning when he remembered that Laswell had full access to the security cameras around the safe house. He rubs his face, missing his beard.

“Yea… you did.”

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john price #kate laswell #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #ask #thanks for the ask <3

[ghosts-cyphera]

i just wanted to say you are a complete and utter creative genius.. THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US!! — you might be tired of ps!ghost by now but i just wanted to ask/share a little..how do you think ps!ghost got into his field of work? my brain is saying it probably started in amateur college videos where his roommates started it but he ended up joining in, they put the video up online for shits and giggles, ghost is unexpectedly popular..

eeek, thank you so much, love!! you know what, I wish I was tired of ps!ghost—my life would be much easier if he didn't possess my every waking thought, lol. alas!

to answer your question: that is how.

that is exactly how.

what comes to simon's college friends, they were definitely posting videos of them having sex with their one night stands—all consensual, yet still just slightly morally questionable—but simon only went solo.

his first video was really not a great one: just the shitty back camera of his phone filming his cock has he touched himself, and while he was beautiful, it was not his cock that got the attention of the viewers that happened to stumble upon his video.

it was the dirty-talk.

it was the groans and the curses: the accent and the low chuckles, as he fucked his hand until he was coming all over the dark blue sheets of his dorm room. it was the way he spoke to whichever lucky human it was that he was thinking of in that moment.

the praises and the promises.

and while the few comments his roommates had received on their videos were all complimenting the girls, what came to the handful of comments that simon received, they were all talking about his voice and his dirty-talk.

and holy hot damn, did that give the cocky bastard a confidence boost. while he had never been the quiet type with his hookups, he was now actively paying attention to the way he was speaking to them. studying the way in which their eyes rolled back as he complimented them, and noticing the way that they downright began to glow as he praised them.

and so, he kept learning and he kept posting. after a while, he invested in a better camera. one that he would prop up on a pile of school books as he filmed himself—first with his face cropped off the frame, and after a while with a mask covering the lower half of his features.

the skeleton, people called him.

ghost, he corrected them.

the more he posted, the more popular his videos got. he began to gather a community of regulars, nearly obsessive over the man only in his early twenties.

and that's when kate laswell reached out to him. the agent had seen his videos, and noticed the way that he was being eaten up by his fans. the potential of ghost was unmistakable, and she knew that the studio she represented could offer him something safer and more secure: something that he could actually make a pretty penny out of.

ghost—surprisingly humble under all the cockiness and the confidence—thought that the whole thing was a joke, until kate offered to fly him first class to L.A. to meet up with the studio.

his friends, of course, lost their shit and downright threatened him to dive into it or else. and for one very unspecified reason ghost is extremely happy that he did.

#eeek thank you for sending this in!! replying to it made me the happiest mwahmwah #sending you all the love <3 #had to link my girl kate on the post because I won’t have the non-gamers not know who kate is <3 queer icon #pornstar!ghost #a:ps!ghost #lo answers

[dadralt]

(sometimes it's a mess but they're trying their best)

#thewitcheredit #the witcher netflix #one true family #**gifs #userbecca #special thank you to kate <3

[arabellas]

TOP 2022 SHIPS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS ↳ 1. Kanthony (Bridgerton)

#bridgerton #bridgertonedit #kanthonyedit #kanthony #dailykanthony #anthony bridgerton #anthonybridgertonedit #kate sharma #katesharmaedit #tvedit #dailytvfilmgifs #tvfilmsource #userbecca #nessa007 #top 2022 ships #mine #now this... this is a bit ugly ok #idk what happened with the quality but i'm not gonna remake it <3 #but anyways thanks to everyone who voted it was very obvious from the beginning kanthony was gonna win #they really were THE SHIP of 2022 i agree

[heatherfield]

We just met with Corey [Lubowich] who just made us a really cool frickin’ logo. We’re really excited about it. Can we show it?

Happy Tenth Anniversary, Shipwrecked Comedy! (2013-2023) [x]

#shipwrecked comedy #mary kate wiles #corey lubowich #sean persaud #sarah grace hart #sinead persaud #christopher higgins #10 years of shipwrecked #thank you for all your heartfelt (and heartbreaking!) comedy shows and shorts and everything <3 #i love that it's the 'groucho' logo #i'm sorry this is so late and so little :( #real life stuff has been busy #(here's hoping i can get back to gifs again!) #my edits

[shizzlesisntevenaword]

THEY CAN’T STOP STARING AT EACH OTHER OH. MY GOD

#THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO SEE OH MY GOD #THANK GOD #IT IS SO ODD SEEING THEM SO HAPPY AT AN EVENT #TH #THEY ALSO CAN’T STOP SMILING #THAT LITTLE SHEEPISH GRIN AT THE END #AND THE KISS #bridgerton season two #fransesca bridgerton #bridgerton #kanthony #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate bridgerton #bridgerton season 3

[pippytmi]

Hey there! I absolutely loved your Kacy Post Breakup AU stories. I was wondering if you could write "Cop AU where I've been undercover for years" or the one with the ring. It would make my day, but seriously, no pressure at all!

(this is. 100% an excuse for me to write a kacy + fast & furious au)

///////

The first time Kate gets a breakthrough while undercover, it’s in the form of a cryptic text which only reads: meet me at the bar. 2 PM.

Jane Tennant’s bar is the worst-kept secret of the street racing community, and though Kate has been there dozens of times already, being invited is a game-changer. And being invited by Jane Tennant herself? It might as well be a neon sign—Kate is in. This could be the invitation that can crack the whole case wide open.

But with every push, there’s the demanding pull from the universe which demands equilibrium, because when Kate walks into the bar none other than Lucy Tara is the one behind the counter.

Their eyes inevitably meet. Kate tries to smile; Lucy only stares back, expression carefully blank, and Kate’s smile falls.

“Hey, Whistler.” Ernie—Lucy’s best friend—is the only other patron in the bar, and he makes no attempt to hide his obvious surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Tennant asked me to come,” Kate says, uncomfortably placing her hands in her pockets as she walks over. “Is she here?”

“She’s in the back,” Lucy answers for Ernie. “You can wait for her here.” It’s not a suggestion, so Kate slowly takes a seat. Without asking, Lucy pours her a club soda, and Kate accepts it gingerly.

“Thank you,” she says, but Lucy makes no indication that she’s heard, just turns and continues talking to Ernie about whatever they had been discussing before Kate arrived. Kate only catches a few words here and there, something about slashed tires and mangled gear shifts, before she tunes them out and starts scrolling through her phone instead.

That is, until Ernie says, “Wow, you went on an actual date?” and just like that, Kate’s stomach twists into itself. “Let me see. Hello Skylar…” He starts swiping through Lucy’s phone, which Lucy only makes one halfhearted attempt to steal back. “Points for the can’t wait to see you again text. I like that there’s a heart emoji, too. Carla is always saying something about heart emojis and kind auras.”

Lucy shakes her head. “I call bullshit,” she says. 

“I might be paraphrasing a little. But you get the point.” Ernie lets Lucy snag her phone back, and she’s laughing as she cradles it to her chest, face alit with such joy that Kate’s stomach twists for a whole new reason.

All Kate can do is drink in the sight of that joy, utterly helpless—helpless to the way Lucy’s eyes crinkle at the corners, the softness of her smile, the genuine mirth that makes her whole body shake when she laughs. Suddenly, Kate wishes her drink was something stronger. 

Thankfully, Jane pushes her way into the front from the mysterious back door, and Kate welcomes the chance to redirect her attention. “Thanks for coming on such short notice, Whistler,” Jane says, leaning over the side of the bar next to Lucy. “Can I get you a beer?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine with soda,” Kate declines.

Jane smiles in an unnerving way, like she knows something Kate doesn’t. “I heard about the race yesterday.” She tilts her head towards Ernie and Lucy, effortlessly inviting them to join the conversation. “Ernie wouldn’t stop talking about it, actually.”

“It was glorious,” Ernie says, nodding vigorously towards Kate. “Kai’s still sulking about it, but hey. All’s fair in love and…automobiles…” 

Lucy winces. “Oh, you need to workshop that one.” 

“I know,” Ernie sighs, dejectedly sipping from his little straw in whatever tropical mixed drink he’s been nursing.

Jane pointedly clears her throat and they both shut up. Kate would be in awe of how Jane commands a room like that under any other circumstances, but then Jane is surveying Kate again, one eyebrow quirked but the rest of her face inscrutable. “I’m not trying to poach you from Curtis, but I do want to make you an offer.”

Kate nearly holds her breath. “What kind of offer?”

“Work for me when you’re not working at Curtis’s,” Jane says simply. “I can always use a fast driver on my team. We make deliveries from time to time—special cases. The pay per run is guaranteed to be more than whatever Curtis is paying you.”

“Deliveries for the bar?” Kate asks, and Tennant gives her that secret smile all over again.

“Among other things,” she says. “Are you in?”

For a single, fleeting moment, Kate glances at Lucy. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for—not even sure what reaction she wants. When Lucy gazes impassively back, though, Kate gets a sinking feeling in her stomach which she can’t possibly rationalize. 

“Definitely,” Kate answers at last, trying to feign as much enthusiasm as she can.

Jane doesn't seem to notice the pause. Or at least, she doesn't question it. “You’re family now, Whistler,” she says, sealing the deal with a firm handshake. “Lucy will give you all the details about the next job.”

“Me?” Lucy blurts out, panicked, before she quickly tries again with: “Boss, I’m sure Kai or Jesse could do a much better job.”

“Your shift’s over, isn't it?” Jane asks.

“Yeah…?” Lucy trails off like she isn't sure what the right answer is.

“Then it works out, you're already here,” Jane says. “I’m sure Kate can give you a ride home. You can discuss everything on the way.” There it is again: the unquestionable authority in her voice, the kind that means Lucy doesn’t try to argue.

So that's how Kate and Lucy end up alone—sitting in the flashy red sports car which was previously seized at a crime scene—in complete silence. Kate doesn’t start the car, and Lucy doesn’t ask her to. Through the window, Kate sees Kai and Jesse pull up in a blue pickup truck, but Lucy doesn’t even comment on that.

Kate clears her throat, finally. “If you want one of the guys to take you home, you can go.”

“One of the guys?” Lucy repeats, shakes her head disbelievingly. “Wow. Already jumping right in, aren’t you?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Lucy won’t face her, just keeps her eyes firmly on the window. “This is your dream, huh? All this time, I never guessed.”

“My dream?” For a brief, sickening moment, Kate thinks her cover is blown.

“Oh, come on, Kate.” Finally Lucy whirls around to glare her down, and she’s so openly furious that Kate does a double-take. “You wanted to be part of this team all along. That’s why you walked into the bar the first time, isn’t it? That’s why you kept following me around like a lost puppy?”

Lucy’s words sting, and Kate swallows thickly—hears the anger, but also hears the quiver of Lucy’s voice and knows what it means. “It’s not what you think.”

“People always say that in the movies and it is, it is exactly what they think!” Lucy exhales sharply. “You used me.”

“That’s not what happened,” Kate says desperately. She has an explanation on the tip of her tongue. Hell, she has the entire confession just waiting to explode. That she has been in deep cover in pursuit of Jane Tennant and her team for almost a year—that she met Lucy by accident, and didn't know she was part of said team—that the reason Kate broke up with Lucy at all was because she knew it was the right thing to do, and not because she wanted to. But it would be worse than just self-sabotaging to tell the truth; it could ruin countless lives. So Kate can't say anything.

“How else would you describe it?” Lucy demands. “You’re the one who kept chatting me up, asking about the bar and the races. So what is it you want? Money? Protection?”

“Lucy—”

“No, tell me! Tell me what was worth stringing me along for? What was worth giving me some dumbass excuse to wait for you while you ‘figured things out’?” Lucy’s voice sounds choked now. “Did you figure it out, Kate? Huh? Did you get what you wanted?”

“I want you!” The first sharp prick of tears aren’t a surprise, but Kate still tries not to let them fall. “But I can't—I— “

Lucy’s expression softens, just a tad, like a thought is occurring to her she hasn't considered. “Are you in trouble?”

The question is unexpected, and Kate discreetly wipes at her eyes. “What?”

“You could've told me,” Lucy continues, “if you were in trouble. You didn't have to—” She doesn't finish her thought, but Kate can fill in the blanks. “I could've helped you.”

Kate knows, logically, that the “help” Lucy is referring to would likely be of the not-so-legal kind. But the fact that Lucy is willing to offer it? It makes Kate’s heart hammer in her chest like a lovesick teenager and she just doesn't understand. How on Earth is she supposed to betray Lucy Tara?

“It's complicated,” Kate says at last, which is true. “I can't talk about it.” Also true.

Lucy sighs. “Well, whatever you’re into,” she says. “It’s not going to get back to Jane, is it?”

Kate sucks in a shaky breath. “It won't,” she lies. 

“Good. Because I can totally kick your ass if I have to.” Lucy drums her fingertips against the car door like she wants to say something else, but doesn’t. “Can we go now?”

“Yes, of course,” Kate says quickly, starting up the engine. “Do you want to just tell me where to go?” Though she still remembers where Lucy lives, she also doesn't want to be presumptuous and start driving there either.

Lucy seems to begrudgingly accept this turn of events, in any case. She goes through the motions of giving directions, but the entire drive over she still does not broach the specifics of the next job like Jane asked her to. 

Kate has the sense not to push. She dutifully parks at Lucy's apartment complex when they arrive and just waits—lets Lucy take the lead on where to go next.

“We're doing a delivery to a warehouse on the south side next Friday,” Lucy finally says. “We go in pairs. I'll pick you up at eight.”

“What kind of delivery?”

“Nothing to worry about,” Lucy says. “Jane won't say it, but this is a test run. No details until she’s sure that you're trustworthy.” She turns to make sure Kate is looking at her, then asks, “Are you?”

Faced with the rawness of Lucy’s voice—of the guarded frown on her mouth—Kate can only nod ever-so-slightly. “You can trust me, Lucy,” she says softly, and wishes more than anything that she could mean it.

She wishes a lot of things, actually. Selfishly, for the chance to reach across the center console and hold Lucy’s hand, press a kiss to her knuckles like she used to, because it would make Lucy smile. (And also make Lucy try to push her luck at every red light back to Kate’s place). But she mostly wishes that she could go back in time and fix everything.

“Then I’ll see you on Friday,” Lucy says. “Are you still crashing in Curtis’s back room?”

“Yeah,” Kate says, thinking wistfully of days where Lucy used to squeeze into the makeshift bed along with her. “Do I have to meet you anywhere, or—”

“I'll pick you up,” Lucy says, but pauses just before she reaches for the door handle. “Is your phone number the same?”

“Since three months ago?”

“Don’t—try to be cute,” Lucy huffs. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

Kate feels the burgeoning twist of a smile try to form, unbidden, and she has to bite it back. “Okay,” she says. “Um, goodnight,” she adds, so as to not say something stupid like I still love you.

“Night,” Lucy mutters, throwing open the door without so much as a glance back.

Kate watches her leave, and only when she is sure Lucy is safely inside does she allow herself to look away, down at her phone where Lucy’s smiling face is still her screensaver. She thinks about it once or twice, but ultimately gives in and calls Curtis. “Hey, it’s me,” she tells his voicemail. “I’m joining Jane’s team for something next Friday. Can you get everyone together tomorrow? I’m going for a drive tonight, don’t wait up for me.”

And she does exactly that: puts her windows down, lets her music blast loud, drives and drives and drives until her fingers are numb against the wheel in an attempt to make her inner turmoil go away.

(It doesn’t).

#this one feels more like an AU setup not quite as angsty as i wanted but! i hope you liked it & thank you for ur kind words <3 #kate x lucy #kacy #ncis hawaii #i need a fic tag #mangeur-detoiles

[vinsceral]

"is it a stupid question if I ask how you're doing?"

"now that you're here, i'm doing even better."

when this game came out i was literally 11. revisiting it as a college student is crazy?! anyway stan kate marsh & moderately appreciate chloe price /lh

#lis #life is strange #kate marsh #max caulfield #marshfield #lis redraw #thank you lis for introducing me to gay people #gonna post more of lis even tho theres like 3 people in the fandom #pricefield #chloe price

[effervescentdragon]

Can you do the Energy Alignment Chart that you did for F1 drivers, for football pundits and personalities??

(Just some suggestions, but please pick and swap as you wish!) GNev, Carra, Micah, Roy, Wrighty, Jill Scott, Jamie Redknapp, Gary Lineker, Alan Shearer, Graeme Souness, Thierry Henry, Dave Jones, Kate Abdo

ANYTHING FOR YOU! 💞

redknapp would go into dumb hoe category and lineker would go into sad category just bcs he played for spurs and everton, which is pretty sad imnsho, but i couldn't fit them in because this is pretty perfect tbh since carraville are together. jill has the biggest dick out of them all and kate is between big dick and big bitch bcs i am right 😹✌🏻

#this was so fun thank you for thisssssss <3 #im drinking coffee in the sun and doing rhis #lemme tag them all #gary neville #jamie carragher #roy keane #jill scott #kate abdo #thierry henry #ian wright #dave jones #i aint tagging those two dicks #micah richards #football shitpost #carraville together as always #akira answers asks #footie tag

[bugprinz]

🦁

#shishido kosei #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #gaiden #edit #ermmm oh yeah smirks #i cooked with this one fr fr fr #thank you kate bush <3

[bravevulnerability]

'tis the damn season, chapter two

fanfiction.net link

ao3 link

#castle fanfiction #castle fanfic #kate beckett #richard castle #castle #the support i received from all of you is the most heartwarming thing #thank you so so much <3

[cod-dump]

For the teen!Ghost au, has there ever been a time where Price hasn’t come home? A mission gone badly and he gets injured? Maybe Nik has to handle the fort for a little while on his own because Price is trapped in the hospital?

(Also Roach is a precious bby)

———

John getting hurt bad enough he had to go straight to the hospital. He was unconscious or just unable to call home to tell Nik or the kids that he won’t be coming home that night. So Kate has to call, and she didn’t know enough to know that John would be fine after a minor surgery to correct whatever injury he obtained.

She calls Nik and tells him that John was in the hospital after a mission with south, and that she doesn’t know much about the situation or his condition. It was enough to make Nik’s blood run cold and him to be near hysterics. But Nik’s a professional and he was able to keep a mask up and keep the truth from the kids.

But they knew something was wrong. Dad wasn’t home when he was supposed to be, they hadn’t heard anything from him and Nik was being too quiet. The fact he wasn’t acting worried made them worry.

“Where’s Dad?”

“He’s held up at work. He’s not sure when he’ll be home.”

Nik never felt so much anxiety before, especially in the comfort of his own home. All it took was a phone call and now he felt so out of control. The hospital where John was hadn’t been disclosed with him, Kate hasn’t called and gave him any updates. For all he knew John was dead. And there wasn’t nothing he could do but stay home and care for the kids and animals.

There was nothing else he could do.

Simon and Kyle were not handling this well. Of course they knew something was wrong. They’ve always been anxious boys, and now their dad was missing. Farah was harder to read but Nik could tell this was affecting her as well. She was worried, scared. She was good at hiding how she felt, but he could see her fidget and watch her phone, waiting for a phone call from John.

They were all torn up about this, terrified of what the next call will bring. Nik couldn’t sleep for those two days of silence. He just laid in bed or just rested on the couch, hoping the front door would open and John would come in. He couldn’t speak on the subject with the kids, and he knew that made everything worse.

Kate finally stopped by when the boys were at school and Farah was at work. Nik had to do everything he could to keep himself calm when she walked up the driveway and to their door. He was expecting the worst, he was expecting having to tell the kids the worst thing he could imagine. Having to handle paperwork to become the boys’ legal guardian. Fuck- Pull strings to make it where they stayed with him if that wasn’t possible.

He was expecting the worst and it showed. And Kate blinked when she noticed the stress practically radiating off of him.

“God- He’s fine, Nik.”

Nik felt relief flood him, tears wanting to spill. Then he yelled.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”

“Don’t you dare yell at me! This has been the most hellish week of my life! I’ve been having to clean up John’s mess and practically live at my office, not having a moment without someone calling me- Are you crying?”

He did start crying. And Kate had him sit down and coached him through what had to be his first panic attack in years. And once he was calm she was able to explain everything that had happened and where John had been. Both him and Kate had been practically isolated after their intel went sour.

John, having been the most hands on in it, was put through debriefings, meetings, and picked apart by his superiors the moment he came out of surgery. He wasn’t allowed to call anyone until SAS was sure he had nothing to do with everything going wrong at once.

“He’s coming home tonight. He asked me to check on you before I headed home.”

Nik felt stress and relief flow intertwined, his heart pulling every which way. John was coming home, and he wanted to strangle him for making him worry. He didn’t strangle him when he saw him get dropped off. Nik instead swung the front door open before he even made it onto the porch and grabbed him and pulled him into a fierce hug. John squawked when he was grabbed but didn’t fight him, just slumped against him, exhausted.

“Missed ya, too,” he had muttered against his shoulder. John could have easily fallen asleep right there, in Nik’s arms.

He wouldn’t get a chance to, however. Once Riley started barking, the house came alive and John wouldn’t know peace for the next few weeks. A small price to pay for the worry he had put his family through.

#call of duty #modern warfare #teen!ghost au #john price #cod nikolai #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #farah karim #kate laswell #drabble #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #dad price #dad john price #dad nikolai #dad nik #pricenik

[lesbiandardevil]

hi!!! i absolutely adore your art :) if you're taking requests, wld love to see more Clint Barton from you!

🫡🫡🫡🫡 always in the mood to draw clint

#also thank you <3 #kate inclusion always necessary #asks #hawkeye #my art

[talentforlying]

might go without saying, but rewatching midnight mass knowing you'll finish the last episode less than an hour before your class? not a good idea.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #anyway i've been sobbing how's everyone else's morning KSDJHDJS #my eyes are so fucking red i'm about to look a Mess #monsignior pruitt one of my fucking FAVORITE complex characters ever written. everyone say thank you mike flanagan #there's so much more nuance to both his villain And redemption arc that you simply do Not pick up on on a first watch #especially if you knew jack shit about catholicism going in and were struggling with all them bible quotes. like me HSDJK #'there's nothing in the scripture that absolves you of personal accountability' to 'bev showed me this passage that absolves me'....ohh man #speaking of whom! bev gets worse every single time i see her #and rahul kohli breaks my heart a little bit more every time <3 #also kate siegel's Bloody Murder Scream TM jumpscared the hell out of my neighbors SDGHJKS i heard the 'jesus christ' through the wall

[cerise-on-top]

I love the Against PDA Laswell/Valeria x Jealous fem reader! Thank you so much!

Kate Laswell x GN reader

After a bad marriage, Kate never thought she would have another chance for a relationship

Then 💥BOOM💥 reader appears in her life!

But there's a problem....

Kate and her Ex partner have a daughter (Kate LOVES her daughter)

But she doesn't like the reader...

No pressure, take your time 🫶 and take care

You're welcome! That was a lot of fun to write! I got a bit carried away on this one, so it's quite long, sorry about that! This idea was really cute, inspiration really struck me on that one! Thank you for requesting it! Thank you for requesting in general, especially for the girls! I love them, but it's a genuine shame they don't seem to get as much love as the guys!!

Reader is gn. Only thing I can think of is that Kate's daughter, Luna, was about to get abducted, but reader saved her, so nothing bad happens aside from that. Luna and reader get along later, though, because I'm a sucker for happy endings and want Laswell, reader and their daughter to have a lovely future together. Some parts are almost like a drabble, other parts are more headcanon-y.

Remarried!Laswell, her daughter and Reader

It’s one thing to have the love of your life leave, all the memories, the good and bad, the small trinkets here and there, even just a small dessert call upon feelings that are much better left behind, left in the dark where no one could find them. If only it was that easy. During spring cleanings, Kate would find something to remind her of her ex wife every time. A brooch with a sapphire in the middle, an old recipe book, the very first wooly hat Kate’s wife picked out for their daughter, Luna. It was tiny, bearing the motive of snowflakes on a pink background. And to think their daughter has long since grown out of it. Time really does pass, regardless of whether you’re enjoying the moment or wishing the past had never happened. A few years ago, Kate’s heart would have been torn upon finding it, slashed open to show the insides of a still beating and bleeding heart. But that was the past. She had always been a strong woman, she had no choice, after all.

It was her wife, who gave birth to Luna, and it shows. She took after her so much, from the color of her eyes, her height, even her nose was reminiscent of her ex wife. She was absolutely gorgeous in Kate’s eyes. Her little girl grew and grew, but no matter how old she was, that was still her little girl. While Kate may not get the chance to see her all that often, a few times a year at most, both of them are usually overjoyed when they do get to spend time with each other. Even at 14, when it’s almost embarrassing to be seen with your parents, her daughter couldn’t hide her growing smile whenever she saw her mother. It was familial love in its purest form.

And eventually, you came along. Beautiful you, who was patient and understanding towards Kate. Caring you, who wouldn’t rush her into something she wasn’t ready for just yet while listening to her every woe whenever the melancholy of her ex wife caught up with her. Dazzling you, who gave her another chance at romantic love, slowly mending the holes in her heart. It was a give and take, always: No matter what it was you gave Kate, she’d return it tenfold. You, in turn, would do so as well. A kiss would turn into a necklace bearing a genuine ruby, an intimate and loving night into a vacation on the mountains or the beach. It took a while, but eventually Kate was sure you were the one. Someone, who would never betray her, someone, who would stay by her side, even when the world would stand against her. She was willing to arrange the most dangerous of missions for her most trusted people if something would ever happen to you. Kate was capable of pulling just about any string, get a favorable outcome eventually.

But no matter what she did, Luna simply didn’t seem to approve of you.

It started off with a simple mention of you. First, a friend. Her daughter didn’t seem to mind. She was glad someone was able to make her mother smile again. But when it turned into something more, something more serious, she would frown. An annoyed quip, a passive-aggressive remark, it was evident that no matter what Kate would tell her about you, the latter would react negatively. Regardless of whether you tripped while taking out the trash or proposing to your then girlfriend.

It would take a while for you to actually meet her daughter, but when you did she seemed distant at best and annoyed at worst. Anger wasn’t the solution to anything, so you tried to engage in conversation with her, give her small gifts you thought she might like. Christmas, Easter, Halloween, her birthday, you never forgot about her. But no matter how much effort you put into slowly building a relationship with her, you were rejected. She had two parents, she didn’t need a third one. You knew Luna was Kate’s everything, which is why it hurt twice as much when she seemed to hate you. Afraid of making things potentially worse, you were unsure whether or not you should keep going, it seemed almost pointless. Even when Kate told her daughter to be nice to you, to give you a chance at the very least, it didn’t seem to help.

In a cruel turn of events, disaster has struck. You were tasked to escort Luna home, you and Kate did live together, after all. A young girl and her “parent” usually wasn't something many people would look at twice, it was among the most ordinary things. After dusk, when the sun was barely enveloping the world in its warm rays, three men walked in your direction. Maybe it was your gut feeling telling you to be more aware of your surroundings, maybe Kate had told you to be extra careful these days and nights. Either way, they stopped walking when the two of you got closer. By then, even Luna seemed to realize something awful was about to happen. Just as you were about to walk towards the other street, two of the men lunged out at you, going after her.

This wasn’t something that should have happened, so for a split second you froze before reacting, Luna screaming out already. Even though both of you were shocked, scared out of your mind as she was dragged away into the nearest alley, something within you sparked. You were hoping you’d never need them, but Kate had given you lessons on how to defend yourself if you ever needed to, and this time was as drastic as it could possibly be. Using your knowledge on martial arts, you were able to take one of them down as quickly as possible, having him writhe in pain on the ground, unable to compose himself anymore. The third guy advanced towards you, thinking you to be easy prey still. He was taken care of even more quickly than the first one, adrenaline coursing through you. Your legs carried you at a speed even the raging storms would envy, Luna looking back at you, yelling for help still. Her mother wasn’t around, you were the only safer person left, the only aid in a battle she likely would have never won on her own.

She struggled, resisted the creep to the best of her abilities, flailing, biting, screaming. It was enough to buy you time to get to her. As he turned to you, you jabbed your index and middle finger on the spot underneath the larynx. Curses escaped him as he released her, holding onto his throat while gagging. Barely put together, he stretched his arm backwards, an obvious attempt at hitting you, the perfect opening. In a swift motion, you deflected him, taking his arm instead while using your knee to kick him in the groin. A direct hit, leaving him incapable of doing much else aside from whining on the ground, making the most pathetic noises imaginable to man. It mattered not, Luna was more important than anything else. Despite being aware of her dislike for you, this was an exception: You grabbed her by the arm, dragging her out of the alley and to the nearest light post.

She was quaking, her eyes watery as she bit back tears. This was no moment to show weakness in front of you. As she bit her lip, the force was enough to make it bleed, she took a deep breath  while you looked her over, making sure she wasn’t injured. A few bruises would form from the rough treatment, but she’d be alright. You wanted to comfort her right now, tell her that she was safe, that you’d make sure not a single pig on this planet would harm her, but you couldn’t focus on that solely. What you had to do was make sure she’d get back home safely to her mother. Kate would kill you if something happened to her, or worse.

You hurried home, never letting go of her, your eyes darting around the streets. Barely anyone was out. Apologies and promises of safety, you spoke them all in a determined tone.

Luna looked at you as you pulled her along. Your touch wasn’t dreadful this time, it was far from detestable. Your hand was warm on her arm, your presence comforting. Maybe you weren’t such a horrible person to have around. And maybe, just maybe, you could keep Kate safe, too. Keep her happy, make sure she can smile forever, give her the solace you gave Luna just now. She wanted to stop, stand still and apologize for the treatment she had given you, it wasn’t fair. Not to you, not to her mother. But she kept going, her home perhaps a minute from where she currently was.

Only when the door fell closed behind you, after you locked it, could you finally take a breather. Luna was still shaken, but nowhere close to tears. Uneven breathing was all that plagued her, but she was finally safe again.

It was time to release her, apologizing for touching her without her consent. But for once, those eyes that seemed to show but resentment for you, they were tired. Although you had let go of her, it was her turn to hold your wrist, a small plea, almost silent, begging for you to not go just yet. It wasn’t your place to refuse and thus you gave her a nod, calming down from your own high. Your voice was so much more gentle than before. How was she feeling? Where was she hurt? Would she be alright?

There was barely a response, only one you could really understand.

You weren’t a monster, you weren’t going to drain the happiness from everyone she ever loved, Luna finally understood that. While your voice may have just barely reached you, she stood completely still for a few seconds before wrapping her arms around you, face buried in your shoulder. You were a good person, she was going to be okay. Everything was okay. She had her mothers and you.

A tight hug, you’d return it any day, looking to the corner of your eye as you noticed some movement there. It was Kate, shocked and worried, immediately rushing to her girl’s side, asking her what’s wrong. This wasn’t something Kate shouldn’t have known about, so with as much calmness as you could muster, you explained the situation to her. Luna carefully turned to her mother, Kate instinctively took her into her arms.

Sitting her down onto the couch, both of you stayed with her the entire night, even when she had fallen asleep. Small conversations sound through the living room. Kate couldn’t thank you enough. Her world was with her still, unscathed and mostly unharmed, because of your quick judgment and your capabilities. This was something she could never repay you for, even if you gave her an eternity of time. It was a rare sight to see Kate in any amount of disarray. She was of calm mind anytime, no matter what. Strong-willed, cunning, brave. Even she had her weaknesses.

But as concerned as she was during that night, she could notice a change in the atmosphere soon enough. Luna’s words weren’t malicious towards you anymore. A smile here, a chuckle there. When the suggestion of getting you a birthday present came, Kate was stunned for a moment. Her little girl and her spouse getting along, it seemed so far out. But any destination was reachable if you gave it enough time, if the circumstances were right. By no means would she ever wish anything horrible upon her girl, willing to kill those men in the same way a lion would kill its prey, but the situation had improved. Luna would ask about you, how you were doing, how the marriage was going, even giving you the present yourself. Almost shy, she handed it to you. You, too, seemed a bit surprised, but the scene was lovely. You and Luna finally got along. It was like something out of a pleasant dream. As you opened the present, your face glowing with glee, Kate, too, couldn’t help but smile. 

#cod #cod x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #gn!reader #I am so gay for women and I was swooning during mw2 whenever laswell was on screen #I was so happy when she was a playable character in mw3 even if I can't play the game #started watching mw for Valeria and got absolutely hooked because of Laswell Farah Alex and Gaz #although I'm not hoping for a mw4 I am on my knees for more of the girls #because not to be cringe on main but the girls sort of have me in a chokehold #the things I'd do for a kiss on the cheek from them #having them praise me for doing well on something would actually just slam dunk my mental illness into the ground and kill it instantly #how did those tags go again? #not to be a lesbian etc etc #anyway thanks for requesting again!! #if you have any more ideas brewing feel free to come again! I love hearing about them <3