Golden Lilies

18- Taurus love reading and writing when I have time no one loves angst more than me, so beware

[winterwandersland]

to start a new story or to continue one i already have…what to do what to do…

[pinkmoonbeam]

Begging for Echos of mercy 😭😭❤️

[spookytragedyshark]

Every timeline started the same. In a hospital. Traumatic brain injury. Full recovery. Then planning.

You had been stuck in this thing long enough to know a few rules.

In your first timeline, you had casually been seeing John MacTavish. Honestly, it was more of a I just don't want to be alone after my last relationship hell. He knew you knew. It was chill. Till you dreamed about him dying. Till that dream became a reality. Till the night of his funeral, you woke up five years in the past in a hospital. You joined the military. You saved him. Then you dreamed about Simon dying. Simon, who had defeated you when you first joined. Simon, who noticed you were not eating. You tried to save him. You failed.

The next time you woke up, it was the same hospital. But things were just slightly off. Soap did not have an accent, and it genuinely creeped you the hell out. This time you saved soap. Then Ghost. Then you dreamed about Kyle. You and Kyle always butted heads. You died trying to save him.

Hospital. Military. Hybrids? Save. Save. Save. Fail. You watched Captain Price wither away when his flame went out. You cried and cried and woke up in that damn hospital.

Ghost. Price. Ghost. Soap. Soap. Kyle. Price. Ghost. Kyle. Kyle. Kyle. You. Gaz. Price. Soap. Price.

Every time one of them died, so did you. Now you knew them better than they probably knew themselves. Every verse. You tried different careers, different strategies. Nothing ever stopped the cycle.

Last night, you dreamed about the current Price getting killed in his own home. So you started your plan. In your dream, Price worked late, so you just needed to get to his house before him. Easy enough. You hated Soap's current girlfriend because she was cheating on him, and you couldn't prove it. So in front of everyone, you caused a scene where she smacked you hard enough to bruise. Price sent you home to rest, and she accidentally admitted she cheated while you were arguing with her. Next part was simple enough, get the key from the birdhouse in his back yard and enter through the window on the second floor because the man is a freak with locks. Then clear the house.

Unknown to you, the reason Price had worked late in your dream was to keep an eye on you. He was worried because you never seemed to talk. Ghost had raised concerns about never seeing you eat. Gaz had said you would get a far away look in your eyes sometimes. Soap said you were really sweet but kept making weird comments about his girlfriend.

So instead Price watched the soft, innocent-looking secretary get rocked by a soldier after getting them to admit to adultery. Price had you checked by medical and sent home to rest. Once Soap had handled his issues, he told Price he was going to apologize to you for not believing you. Only you never made it home. Infact it didn't look like you had been home in a long time. Soap called Price. Which led to Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost looking for you all over town and base. When they don't find you, they head to Price's house to regroup. Only to find you covered in blood, barely standing, breathing hard, surrounded by the men you downed.

Before Price can reach you, you sway then.

You wake in the hospital again.

[pinkmoonbeam]

toxic!kyle x reader breaking up

cw: angst

the break up was supposedly mutual. which was bullshit on Kyles side because he never wanted to let you go for many of his selfish reasons: you are the only light in his life which is full of death and violence, you were loyal always there when he needed you, and you were understanding when he was in his moods. You of course understood all the baggage that came with being with a military man and with Kyle you had accepted him, flaws and all. you loved him. past tense. there was no more love you could give him. you were tired. tired of always being the shoulder to cry on, but never the first to hear good news. you were tired of loving a cruel man who didn't watch what and how he said things to you, you were tired of a man who took your love and loyalty for granted. so when he asked you if you still loved him with the tears streaming down his face, bloodshot eyes, on his knees with shaky fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. you told him No. he was like a toddler in those moments crying and yelling for you to stay, for you to love him. then it turned into him yelling about your insecurities like your thighs and arms, yelling that he cant be with some one who wont go to the gym with him. the classic hurt people hurt people. you stood there listening to his breakdown begging on his knees, feeling nothing for the man you thought you would marry, for the man you wanted to father you children. he stood got in your face to try remind you of the happy memories, the dreams the two of you shared the family you wanted to start with him, meeting each others families and friends and how much the 141 loved you, how would he ever explain to them what happened between the two of you. he cornered you to the wall his strong arms on either side of your head. but you just stared through him as he kissed you cheeks, temple, forehead, neck. you dodged when he tried your lips. heartbreak swam in his deep brown eyes, self hate and shame swallowed him. you push him back gently and he let you. he told himself he would get you back. some how. he would just give you time to get over what ever it is that you are going through. which is why he ended up agreeing to the break up. say that he came to his senses and that you were never going to work long term.

[pinkmoonbeam]

toxic!kyle x reader breaking up

cw: angst

the break up was supposedly mutual. which was bullshit on Kyles side because he never wanted to let you go for many of his selfish reasons: you are the only light in his life which is full of death and violence, you were loyal always there when he needed you, and you were understanding when he was in his moods. You of course understood all the baggage that came with being with a military man and with Kyle you had accepted him, flaws and all. you loved him. past tense. there was no more love you could give him. you were tired. tired of always being the shoulder to cry on, but never the first to hear good news. you were tired of loving a cruel man who didn't watch what and how he said things to you, you were tired of a man who took your love and loyalty for granted. so when he asked you if you still loved him with the tears streaming down his face, bloodshot eyes, on his knees with shaky fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. you told him No. he was like a toddler in those moments crying and yelling for you to stay, for you to love him. then it turned into him yelling about your insecurities like your thighs and arms, yelling that he cant be with some one who wont go to the gym with him. the classic hurt people hurt people. you stood there listening to his breakdown begging on his knees, feeling nothing for the man you thought you would marry, for the man you wanted to father you children. he stood got in your face to try remind you of the happy memories, the dreams the two of you shared the family you wanted to start with him, meeting each others families and friends and how much the 141 loved you, how would he ever explain to them what happened between the two of you. he cornered you to the wall his strong arms on either side of your head. but you just stared through him as he kissed you cheeks, temple, forehead, neck. you dodged when he tried your lips. heartbreak swam in his deep brown eyes, self hate and shame swallowed him. you push him back gently and he let you. he told himself he would get you back. some how. he would just give you time to get over what ever it is that you are going through. which is why he ended up agreeing to the break up. say that he came to his senses and that you were never going to work long term.

[pinkmoonbeam]

im done with my exams finally. so just had to write what kept me going through them. the thought of both Price and Ghost having me... waking up with them only to start again...

the rays of the sun stream through the window lighting up the master bedroom of your forever home with John. Messy with discarded clothes, toys, lube, and other filthy deprived things your Catholic mother you faint at the sight. You stir, groaning sleepily. You feel John's arms tighten around your waist pulling you closer to him, flush against his body. you hear the light snoring of some one else in your bed. you run your fingers through his blond buzzcut scratching his scalp lightly you hear the deep grumble coming from John's lieutenant Simon Riley who's holding your hips his face buried in your stomach. you're trapped between two large bodies, you cant move at all with the strong arms holding you down. the scent of John, familiar and masculine smelling of wood and cigars an earthy scent, and his hard dick pressed to your ass keeps you dazed and excited for what's to come when he finally wakes up. then there is Simon. no mask, no Ghost, in this bed he is just him in all his chiseled glory. your legs tangled and the duvet discarded on the floor because your boys said the only thing that should keep you warm in their bodies. you couldn't agree more.

[pinkmoonbeam]

Kyle can't get over you. And trust ne hes tried. I'm going on countless meaningless dates with people that he'll admit share some similarities with you. Like having the same nose or those that have the same style as you or wear the same perfume as you. But it's nothing like having you with him, in his arms, in his lap. He wants you back but just won't admit it to himself.

Giving up on dates, he decides that maybe he's not ready for a relationship. Not with a person that's not you anyway. He'll just do hookups from now on when he's back home to save his time because you're not coming back any time soon.

But now even those hookups are enough. The skin hes caressing does not have your moles on them, your birthmark. Their bodies dont fit in with his like yours did. Their moans not are just not your breathy and soft ones

Given up of hookups now, he's totally deprived. He sees yoh in his dreams kissing him like you used to. Whispering in his ear, but he can never fully hear what you're saying. And when he wakes, he's always sweaty, panting, and hard, with the lingering soft whisper of your voice in his head.

[pinkmoonbeam]

reader x john price

"just choose me John!" your words echo in the quiet house both you and John Price built together after the two of you deciding that you wanted a family, that you were ready. he was not a captain yet and come home regularly which meant that the military life that he had was manageable. but now with the baby on the way and the promotion to captain so close, he has been gone a lot more and you've been dealing with the pregnancy all alone. "look at me" thick fingers dig into your cheeks as the hand forces you to look up at the tall bulky man you call your husband. the tears in your eye sparkle in the soft light of the master bedroom. where so many secrets were told. where love was made and where the both of you could be vanrable and honest with each other. " I love you, I will never stop loving you, I do this for the our child, for you, for our family. don't you dare make me feel guilty for taking care of this family getting us what we need." a tear rolls down your cheek and he uses his thumb to wipe it away. "but I need you. I need you here with me-" "I cant with this" he hisses and draws his hand back as if he was touching something that disgusted him and not his wife he used to worship. "john." you call out your voice shaky while he paces the length of the room running his hands through his hair. the frustration of the situation steaming off his body. his shoulders tight and jaw clenched. "and what exactly do you want me to do? huh? to quit my job? for us to loose this house?" "no I just-" "what? your are so needy that you cant deal two months with out me? what are you going to do when I'm Captain?" you then turn and run to the ensuite bathroom locking the door behind you. you cant deal with this. his reaction was painful. it made it seem like you were second to the military, and you proboby were. but you loved him. he is the father of your soon to be born child. you hear the front door shut and his truck pull out the driveway. alone once again.

[pinkmoonbeam]

The Loyalty of Death

amateur vigilante! reader x Red hood

wordcount: 1.1k

warnings: substance abuse, death, blood, heights,

part 1: not so first impression

winter in Gotham was brutal. the snow and the wind only added to the already cold and heartless streets of Gotham.

you stand tall on the rooftop. it was more accurately described as your rooftop. it was your comfort place every snice you were a child and your mom was deep in a drug induced sleep. you hated drugs because of her, and you guessed you should thank her for that maybe addiction runs in your family. like she was addicted to the likes of weed and crystals, you were addicted to the sound of men choking on their own blood and removing the scum of Gotham off the streets, like an amateur Batman. the thought made you laugh.

you went a criminal at all. you never killed or been in a situation that sever that you needed to. but still, beati g up the lowlifes and wife beaters of Gotham was dangerous. it gave you a high. one that you constantly chase. going beact to addiction running in your family. addiction coursing through your blood. but unlike your mother you were addicted to danger and pain, to adrenaline and screams of those who deserve it.

This night was a night like all the others. your body exhausted from your 13 hour shift as a nurse at the hospital. limbs screaming n pain and ready to give out at any moment, but sleep wouldn't come as usual. you could never identify the true cause of your insomnia and ended up self diagnosing it to the anxieties of working in a Gotham hospital.

you decide to sit on the ledge of your rooftop. just to feel something. just to get a taste of the high you so desperately needed. your feet dangle of the edge, you looked below to the street you've lived on since you were born. the same street you mother got her daily fix and the same street you, with the other neighbourhood kids, all in similar situations, played and ate ice on hot summer evenings. the memories flood behind your eyes and you close them to fully embrace them. to live through the momentary happiness you felt when you found the Wayne foundation will sponsor your studies to be a nurse and the moments of fear when your mother owed money to the dealers down the street.

"trust me, death isn't all that people make it out to be." A deep voice called out from behind you. you open your eyes, your body now on high alert. was this man following you? maybe a Family member of one of your victims tracking you down and here foe revenge. not in entirely impossible but it could happen.

the beating of your heart increase in its pace, you're ready act if you need too, taking into account the floor being slippery due to the cold weather and snow, you played all the calculations in your head as to how you'll get out of this situation and you haven't even seen the guy that you're about to be dealing with.

"And you have experience in such?" you ask still staring down on your street that you now think is a possibility you might actually die on. that thought made you grimace. you were born here you can not die here. not without making an impact on the world. you weren't sure what impact yet. but scaring the shit out the shadows and small evils of Gotham was a start.

"yes, matter of fact I do" the deep voice says, heavy footsteps coming closer to you.

you turn and stood suddenly unable to take not seeing who your future killer is. you were met with a sight that took your breath away. the drops of melted snow on his red helmet sliding down the well carved smooth metal. the red sigil on his chest of black and a leather jacket. you couldn't breath scared to move after all the stories you heard you were recounting all the items you owned and how and where will you forgotten body be found.

"Red Hood" you gasp. you hear a muffled chuckle from behind the mask that made your spine straight.

he moves closer in two long strides he makes it to your side and sits on the edge next to you. his guns glinting in the light from the billboard of a bodywash across the street. You don't take your eyes off him. you couldn't take your eyes off him for a myriad of reasons that you were not ready to think about.

looking away you ask: "what are you doing here? or rather a better question: what do you want from me? i imagine you don't go around revealing yourself to random strangers on rooftops?" you're calm. appearing nonchalant to his presence your voice steady and quiet to not portray your fear.

you don't fear death. in fact with being a nurse and seeing death everyday it was something that you were prepared for. you even knew how you wanted to leave this godforsaken earth. but that plan is not getting shot in the head by a man who lived died seen hell and came back again. Red hood stayed quiet thinking about his answer. finding a way to put what he did lightly.

"I've seen you. On this roof before. At the hospital. On the streets with your little justices"

So stalking. you are getting stalked by a man that kills a for a living. but surprisingly this only bothered you a little, proud of the little life you have.

" And what? you're here to turn me in?" you chuckle softly.

he shakes his head and after a moment what felt like he was contemplating something he moves. you notice from the corner of your eye how he moves so fluidly and calculated, like he takes every second to think about his next move. He takes off his helmet, and you fight every urge and every fiber not to turn and look at the face behind the infamous mask. the face behind the mask that was the last thing that many saw before heading to the gates of hell where a devil worse that him lived.

" actually, I'm impressed by you and in some sort of way relate to you. you remind me of someone that had that same addiction, that same recurring want that takes over all of your body, needy for the adrenaline."

you don't say anything taking in what he's saying searching for the meaning behind this meeting.

" I need your help"

and there it is. the meaning behind this strange encounter.

[pinkmoonbeam]

Idea that I got from this tiktok

Husbands not answering his phone, so wife shows up at work in disguise.

You text Grave /Price what he wants for dinner. Nothing.

You text him again what you should get at the store. Nothing

You text him asking why hes not answering his texts. Nothing

You send some dirty pics. He always responds to those. Still nothing.

Missing your husband ,despite him eating you out that morning, tucking you back into bed and kissing you goodbye, you decided to make a plan. Something light hearted. Harmless. Just to fuck with his head a little bit.

You get into his side of the closet to his neatly pressed old uniforms (He doesn't really wear them anymore). But one thing you did not take into account was your Husbands sheer size. Somehow, you forgot your husband was a giant amongst men, the uniform simply falling off your smaller frame his pants falling off your hips to the floor and the jacket slipping off your shoulder.

But you dont give up easily. You call up your friend. She's in the military, but since she's pregnant, she's on a short leave for the baby. You drive over to her house with her favourite snacks and a joke she'll find really funny, Pranking her superior.

She helps you get ready, as you two laugh about "the look on his face" and the "absolute confusion". Laughing eating snacks talking about the baby on its way you're ready after an hour. Your hair in the military guidelines. Well fitting pants and a fitted army green t shirt. With the cap for anonymity you're ready.

You get to the base. Get approved as family and enter to blend in. Finding your husband was not difficult at all. Seeing him shout orders at the recruits in that deep commanding voice always turned you on somehow. Something about the power and the way it makes his words seem final.

He steps aside and walks down the corridor, oblivious that he was walking towards his wife. You bump into him intentionally and apologise quickly. Holding back from feeling over his hard, warm chest as you always did. You had to keep the act up.

His ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice. His eyes narrowed on your retreating form.

"Stop" he commands in the booming deep voice of his that he only uses at work and when hes fucking you stupid.

You turn slow and with a straight back, like your friend had taught you, but head bowed cap still covering your face. His eyes narrowed on you again.

"Show some respect, is that how you act with your superior? Take that cap off" he barked.

Holding in your laughter you take off you cap but keep you head bowed.

"I'm no royalty, head straight solider, you know better" he says

Then you lift your head and smile at your husband. His face was a mixture of shock, confusion, and regret for speaking to his with his "work voice," as he called it.

"Sweetheart? Are you serious? What are you doing here?" He says his voice much softer and confused as his long strides eat up the distance between you to touch you and really confirm that its his wife standing in front of him.

"In the flesh, baby" you laugh

"I was about to make you run laps, you know," he laughs with you and kisses you on the forehead.

"What are you doing here?" He cups your face with his large rough hands.

"You weren't answering your texts," you say innocently. "And maybe i wanted to be you lieutenant for a day," you say with sudden seduction.

He catches on immediately and smirks. "Well then, lieutenant, there some paperwork on my desk that needs to be thrown on the floor. Why don't you come into my office and help with that?" His voice is low, and deep, he's so close you feel the vibrations through your body.

"Yes sir" you salute.

[bloomcissa]

Blueberry Muffins

☕︎‧₊˚ Your boyfriend finds you baking at 3am!

pairing: Jason Todd x reader

word count | 574

tags: fluff

a/n: I was baking till 3am, got lonely, and wished Jason was real…so now we have this...

Jason stumbled into the apartment with exhaustion at his heel. Patrol had been brutal. 

These days it seemed like Gotham was beyond saving, with her shrewd daggers hitting every important artery.  

Yet, when he saw you dancing at 3am in the kitchen, smothered with an ungodly amount of flour, he felt a burning need to make sure Gotham couldn't touch you. 

“Baby, it’s 3 in the morning, the fuck are you doing?” He looked at you sternly, but on the inside, his heart had never been more full. 

Your eyes lit up. You moved closer to him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You had on an apron that Dick had gifted you a while back, the one that said blow me, I’m hot. 

“I’m baking…you hungry?” You smiled up at him as your arms wrapped around his waist. 

Jason glanced down at you, eyes crinkling with worry. Didn’t you have an early shift tomorrow? 

You poked his cheek. “Yes or no?” 

“What'd you make?” One hand went to your hair and he played with the silky strands. 

You grinned almost manically. 

“Apple cinnamon danishes, strawberry danishes, slutty brownies, blueberry muffins and apple pie ‘cause I had leftover apples.” 

He stared at you in wonder. How did his gorgeous sweet girl make all of that in a couple of hours? 

He squinted at you, “you feeling okay, babe?”

“Mhm, I just missed you.” Your words were quiet in the lit up apartment while your favorite song played in the background. 

His shoulders slumped, grateful that it wasn’t something more serious. He hummed and held you closer.

“I’m here,” he muttered into your hair.

“I think you’ll like the blueberry muffins, they remind me of you,” you said earnestly. 

Jason closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to ask. All he wanted was to crawl into bed, and hold you close so you could scare the nightmares away. 

“That's sweet, baby.” 

You grinned, not even looking remotely tired. You wiggled out of his arms, and like a little kid, ran into the kitchen.

He begrudgingly followed you. He wouldn’t have been able to say no anyway. 

He eyed the disaster you called a kitchen. He didn’t even want to look at the terror that would be the sink.  

You held up the muffin like it was a sacred offering, eyes so alive that he wanted to kiss you. He took a bite, not bothering to take the treat into his hand. After all, things tend to taste better from your hands. 

You watched him eagerly, taking in every expression as he chewed. 

“S’good.” He kissed your cheek messily and took the remaining muffin from you to finish it. You deflated at his words. 

“Just good? It’s the most delectable thing I've ever baked!”

“Uh…It's sweet and tasty…?” He tried again. In all honesty it was amazing, but he was weary from the long day and words weren't coming to him easily. 

So, naturally, he licked the flour from your neck. You shrieked and pulled away from him. 

“Jason. That's gross, get off me–” He didn’t let you escape; muscular arms held you captive. 

“Gross? You never complained in bed.” He whispered in your ear. 

Reluctantly your lips tilted upwards as you turned your head to hide your flustered state. 

“Speaking of bed, can we sleep now?” He mumbled with his chin resting on your head.

“Sleep? I’m still waiting on the sourdough.”

Masterlist

[pinkmoonbeam]

Neighbour hood is going through a powerful outage right... so imagine that ghost is kind of stalking you i guess...

You light a candle as a form of a temporary light source while you look for your rechargeable lamps you swear you put in the garage fully charged. You're ok with the candle. Its quiet. Dark. Only the moon shone bright as if it knew your neighbourhood needed it. Uncharacteristic for your neighbourhood. Normally there's someone watching a sports game at the highest volume or there a pungent aroma of home cooked beef stew from the family down the street.

Your normally warm, inviting, safe neighbourhood was now drowned in the dark and its like the dark took over the people as well.

You're laying on the couch scrolling through your dying phone when you hear a thud. You sit up. Your ears perk to try anything else but nothing for a few minutes. Its your braining playing tricks on you in the dark just like it is when you see a large shadow outside the kitchen window for the briefest seconds. Just like it was when you felt a light breeze over your face and bare legs like a window was open when you had made sure that all of them were closed.

But then you felt it. The ominous sinister aura of A ghost. Before you knew it a large man with a skeleton mask covering his face had his body over yours , hand over your mouth. But the his scent is familiar, his body feels familiar.

His eyes are familiar

Your heart racing, your breathing fast and laboured. But there's relief in know its Ghost for some reason. It really such have the opposite affect on you

"I've needed you every single day. Wanted to feel you again since that day. I want you. I need you, baby. Let me stay this time. You know I'll make you feel good."

Chest to chest. His voice is in a whisper but the dark deep voice still vibrates through your body to your core.

He pulls his hand back and moves his thumb over tough soft lips parted in shock and a touch of fear that even in the candlelight was still very much visible on your face and even felt.

His fingers move over your lips once,twice then enter you warm wet mouth as if he was imitating what his cock was going to do.

Maybe I'll continue after my maths test tomorrow... I think this is very much giving lights out lol😭

[pinkmoonbeam]

Ok so look

The 141 took Price out for his birthday. Now price said no strip clubs or anything hectic like that. Just wanted a few drinks. But the boys came up with the next best thing brillesque show. Just enough fun anf sexy for thier hard working captain.

They usher him into the the bar, and have a few drinks. Soap tries to his his snicker through out the night. Then the lights dim and the smooth Jazz blasts through the speakers. Price confused looks at his boys

That's when you step out grabbing his attention instantly. The spot light on your glam face with bright red lipstick and a fake beauty spot near your lip to emulate Marilyn Monroe. Your large baby pink feathers fans still hiding most of your body but your long legs glide.

Price's eyes are glued to you, and you move sensually, aching your back, kicking your legs teasingly, lip syncing suggestive lyrics. The fans drop with the music revealing your outfit (if you can call lingerie that). You step off the stage moving slow but briefly through some of the tables in the front.

The 141 were sitting not far from the front. The spot light constantly on you in the dim room making you look like an untouchable angel in baby pink.

You slowly make your way to their table, swaying your hips a little more to the music. You make strong eye contact with Price smoking a cigar. Getting to their table you get on top of it slowly and carefully still lip syncing with your main focus for the performance: Price

Taking the cigar from him gently, you yourself take a short drag, blowing the thick smoke in his face with a smirk.

"Heard it was your birthday big boy" your voice low intimate

Price is stunned, almost frozen, taken back, but your absolute beauty.

Getting off the table suddenly before Price to get his bearings you walk slow behind their table stopping just behind his chair. You're so close he can smell your sweet vanilla, jasmine. You kick your high heeled for to land on the edge of the table. All he had to do was turn his head to get the perfect picture of your long stockinged leg. He turned as you knew he would and pull the stocking down nice and slow for him.

Your lips close to his ear. "Enjoying the show, big boy?" You say with a smirk enjoying his stupor. Removing your leg as quickly as it came. Your hands dragging down his chest.

He had completely forgotten where he was. His dick only getting more excited the longer you stay this close to him.

But sooner than he wants you move away. Swaying you hips waling bakc to the stage. The curtains draw and the last few notes of the smooth jazz ring through the bar and an applause left in your wake. And giving half the bar including Price and surprisingly the rest of the 141 with hard excited cocks. Who knew they liked seeing their Captain so complacent and stunned.

[gofishygo]

cw: drug use ? (smoking)

something about finding gaz secretly smoking a cigerette behind the barracks at like 2am (bad habit that only worsened when he met price). you use your fingers to pluck the cigarette from his lips other hand firm around his jaw to keep his face still, snuffing out the cigarette with your boot before pressing a kiss to his lips. kyle kisses back. the buzz created by the drug pales in comparisson to how intoxicated he is with the feeling of your skin against his, how your thumb rests againsts against the side of your face. how you breathe him in like he is your nicotine. you're a much better distraction than a smoke, anyways.

[pinkmoonbeam]

I feel like i write better on paper 😔

[pinkmoonbeam]

Captain John Price x Captain Reader

Got from this post

Credit @rawme-price

You and your task force step off the plane.

You had a reputation. The captain who never smiled. You took everything seriously on and off the field. Always kept some sort of weapon near you and could. Any anything you came across into a weapon. You were intimidating to say the least maybe even scarier than infamous Simon Ghost Riley himself. But your task force knew you and knew you well. You all were some sort of family to each other.

You weren't that tall, you had a scar running out the collar of your shirt up the side of you face to disappear again at your hair line. Perfect posture and hair always pulled back or slicked back out of your face.

You were not a soldier to be messed with.

You and your team were just stopping by at the same base that task force 141 was also staying at. You were staying for a few days though so it really shouldn't be a problem. Leading your team you step out on to the tarmac.

You cant help but smile at the familiar comforting presence of the bearded man, love your life Captain John Price. He sees your rare smile and cant hold back his own.

His task force behind him give eachother confused looks. They've heard about you sure. They heard you never smile, cold, brutal but here you are smiling ear to ear and giving their Captain a big hug.

Your own task force equally as confused as to who has the guts to even touch their leader.

The two of you pull back

"Captain" his booming voice that you missed so much says with his signature smirks that sweeps you off your feet.

"Price" you say in return with a playfully tone.

Then he turns to his team

"Boys, like you to meet my wife"

Jaws of both teams drop with Soap stifling a laugh of absolute disbelief

Both teams didn't know that their Captains were married and would have never guessed to who. This was all so random. Two leaders, respected in their own light, married to form some secret power couple. No one would believe them.

"Yep, this is my husband" you confirmed for you team with a small laugh.

Both you and Price keep PDA to a minimum and that works for the both of you. The only indicator that there is something between the both of you was that quick tight hug you shared and the smiles you exchange.

[yourlocaladhder]

I saw this meme going around on twitter and I think it'll be perfect for this account.

List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.

[asimplearchivist]

1. Ancient Egypt

2. Dragon Age

3. (Fantasy) Worldbuilding

4. Writing

5. Cooking/Food

NPT: @greensagephase @angel-of-the-moons @fujii-dlc @sincerely-sofie-shoebox @cage-with-human-soul-and-parts @rowanisawriter and anyone else in the mood😊

[device--conduct]

1. Deltarune

2. OCs

3. In Stars and Time

4. PMD

5. just generally anything internet-niche ig??

NPT: @navismegaphone, @foxgirltrauma, @goatztorm, @flutterclouds, @spider-with-a-wrench, @asteriskdisasterisk, @timegears, @glitchfang, @mysteryampharos, @graminos, @gaydiation-poisoning and anyone else!!

[spider-with-a-wrench]

Only five?! OK...

1. Electronics

2. Physics

3. Oxygen not included (or practically any game I love)

4. Anything pokemon related

5. My hate annoyance for 'smart' appliances

Thanks for tag!

No pressure tags:

@spookymarkers @driftingballoons @nqathan1 @nicejs-is-cool @that1sprig @cyborg101a @softstarryblanket @obby-feathersnoot @sincerely-sofie @peaveltal

Of course feel free to join in if I didn't tag you.

[cyborg101a]

1. Pokemon

2. Studio Ghibli

3. Anime in general

4. Sonic the Hedgehog

5. Music

:D

Tags if you wanna!: @onion-monion @depressedhero @mawwigoldfsh @moonis-gloomis

[onion-monion]

I'm an expert yapper, but on very specific stuff, damn

The Argentinian independence (I'm a history nerd, I'm sorry)

Stardew Valley

My oc's

Team fortress 2

Greek mythology

:D I tried not to repeat and be as specific as possible

Tags: @troxlerfx @bloggingboutburgers @justinbennetthyperfixation

[bloggingboutburgers]

Y'know what, I don't often do this, but why not

The aro/ace experience (no duh)

Bob's Burgers (also no duh, I made this blog for that originally)

Waiting for Godot

How much I love and admire my siblings (didn't think that one would make the list but tbh thinking of conversations I've had in the past... Yeaaaah)

A few of the animes I've been properly invested in over the years, if they've truly hit me

No pressure, but tagging @deerlumina, @vagalumeando, @rollerdirvy

[fae-fireflies-wildflowercrowns]

not tagged but gonna yap anyway

Social justice. Systemic racism, forms of government and their merits, anything.

Books. Notably Renegades, kotlc, narnia, and whatever I've read most recently

My friends and how amazing they are and how much I adore them

Writing, especially character development and world building

Neurodivergency, especially ADHD and dyscalculia

I... don't really have many moots, but...@anadorablehedgehog @heaven-in-a-wild-flower @atlasdoesart86?

[atlas-spade]

Accidentally rebloged already but here we go

RENEGADES

The Moonflare Trilogy (original story pls send asks

lunar chronicles

MUSICCCCCCC

scenic design

@mikodrawnnarratives

@cinderswirecutters

@agoodpretender

@riven-wanders

@knight-in-baggy-sweatpants

[riven-wanders]

OOOH

AJR

Hannibal

Hozier

Pokepark 2

Batman Arkham

Np tags: @atrophicgalaxy @cassandra-nth @coconurt @roocomehome @thekadster and anyone else who sees!

[thekadster]

AJR

Pokemon Moon or Pokemon Emerald

Newsies

Minecraft

Jacksepticeye ego lore

@capow02 @theworstcreature @nastyasmermaid @sunflowerrboyy and also anyone else who wants >:)

[nastyasmermaid]

tysm for the tag!!!

Roblox Pressure

IC3PEAK

Five Nights at Freddys

Watcher and Buzzfeed Unsolved

Avatar The Way of Water

@genderlesspersonx @vin-of-the-void @howtonerdoutovereverything @robocranberry and anyone else who wanna do it

[krakencran]

Thanks for the tag!

1. System of a Down

2. Korn

3. Ghost

4. Red Dead Redemption

5. Mortal Kombat Lore

@yourinfernaimajesty @boltzthespooky @m1ntm0nt @anaconda-creates @strawberry-melatonins @pennalin @nixiewashere + anyone else who sees this and wants to play!

[anaconda-creates]

oh boy oh boy!

ballet history

art history

my ocs

my favorite deep sea creatures

brian david gilbert

tagginggggggggggggggggg @veilandvapour @ilovemagicbeans @ihavenomarblesleft @randooffthestreet @renskiii-10 @dice-jester861 @cjab-0201 @sullymarlowe @whimsical-laboratory-tragedy + any and everyone else <3

[ilovemagicbeans]

Ooh!

1. Hammerhead sharks

2. Math

3. Music

4. Chemistry

5. Biology

Uhhh tags ummm

@eldritchcats @mayhem-offical @eenyay @everydayknifeday @whathappenedtothefaeries @littlejumpingjoan I HAVE MORE PEOPLE IM SO SO SORRY IF I FORGOT YOU I NEED TO MAKE A LIST + open tags

[mayhem-offical]

oh ok! um

indian giant squirrels (i sincerely apologize to the discord server)

psychology

Six of Crows

my OCs for sure

uhhh the english monarchy in the late 16th century, specifically Queen Elizabeth I and her family (childhood hyperfixation, don't ask)

tags... do i have to... ok ok. uh.

@ai-offical @chappell-roan-offical @doctor-offical @existence-offical @eed-offical @hekate-offical @bad-anon-hate-offical @iced-coffee-offical @thirdwheel-offical there that's some people sorry if i you'd been tagged or something already okey bye

[hekate-offical]

it’s like i’ve waited for this moment my whole life..

1. ethel cain lore

2. the supernatural (it’s existence and the ‘what if?’ and so on so forth)

3. life after death

4. a lot of paintings. too many to name. for one of my art coursework pieces i went off on a tangent about ‘american gothic’ and all of its hidden meanings

5. probs like red dead theories and shit cuz my homeskillet mollie gets too much shade

please just respond to this if you see it i have no physical energy to tag the whole crew

[the-patroclussy]

-achilles

-achilles

-achilles

-achilles

-achilles

there's five hours of yap for ya

@tiresias-offical @can-tab-eater-offical @achilles-0ffical / @achillesk1sser @flowers4elise @perfection-official

and oPeN tAgS !

[tiresias-offical]

-hermes

-tiresias (myself)

-how gay the marauder fandom is

-marauders era in general

-queerness in general

@messenger-god-official @penelope-official @polites-offical @hekate-offical

open tags too :3

[penelope-official]

ooc:

heartstopper

conan gray

heartstopper

have i already said heartstopper?

tumblr and my amazing moots

NPT!

@odysseus--official @messenger-god-official @caspian-offical

@vexa-official

[odysseus--offical]

ooc: heheheh

1: the song of achilles

2: anything epic related

3: my fucked up family lmao

4: music

5: did I mention the song of achilles cause I’m obsessed istg

npt: @true-king-of-ithaca, @bravest-wolf-official, @iaminlovewith-chance, @keeganrussmybeloved, @totally-not-evil-official and open tags :3

[keeganrussmybeloved]

Omg I think i did this game once in a completely different thread but here we go again

List five topics you can talk about for aj hour without preparing any material. <3

1. ANYTHING to do with CoD: Ghosts

2. Epic: the musical even if im kinda new

3. Anything to do with XC or Track sports

4. AVIATION!!! Im an avgeek :3

5. More specifically THE BOEING 787 DREAMLINER IM OBSESSED WITH THAT GORGEOUS PEICE OF ENGINEERING 😍

- special mention to keegs. I know too much about him it should be worrying

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG !!!!

Other tags; @cloangi @ravenwalkerx @jube1133 @winterwandersland @weirdofox12 @retrosyncosis @plowedbysnow @gendered-water @valscodblog @blackcrayons @skauni

Idk i think I tried tagging people i didnt tag last time but I love my moots <3

[winterwandersland]

five topics i could talk about for hours

1. wanda, wandavision, and basically anything having to do with wanda maximoff/the scarlet witch.

2. octavia blake (her character development and blodreina era): i will defend her and wanda sorry not sorry. i will literally sit and break down each decision and why she did it even if it was “wrong”.

3. if it has to do with moral ambiguity, i’m in there fr. i wrote a whole paper in my class about the 100 and characters making morally ambiguous decision and tying it to real life (along with other elements of the show). got an A.

4. anything having to do with behavioral psychology.

5. character analysis. i love analyzing characters. i love figuring out who a character is, why they are the way they are, and just figuring them out. i love analyzing their decisions and everything.

bonus: parallels. i love talking about and finding parallels in moves/shows/books. i love a good parallel.

another bonus: horror films. or almost anything film related

tags: @aaaaa678910 @magicwriterinspo @ohdrey89 @pinkmoonbeam

thank you @keeganrussmybeloved ❤️

[pinkmoonbeam]

1. The reasons for my hyperfixations

2. The importance of PROTECTING YOUR PEACE

3. Bones and All (2022)

4. Marie antoinette

5. Teen titans/ young justice

Thank you boo @winterwandersland

@clancycatears @rawme-price @magicwriterinspo

[pinkmoonbeam]

The 141 seeing Reader in their traditional attire

This is based on my culture and my birthday celebration. I won't name it or my country so... this may be vague

The singing, ululuating, laughing. The strong smell of mouth watering food. The atmosphere was lively full of love and warmth of the bright summer day.

You decided to bring your big bulky coworkers home to meet your family enjoy your favourite meals and share your culture and where you are from.

You greet them at the gate of your homested dressed in a dress with the shapes and patterns of your culture. The bright colours making yours skin glow. Your hair free from the confines of what the military allows. You're in your natural element. You're home and you've never looked more beautiful to them.

You hug them each welcoming them dragging them inside. You take Price's hand.

"I'm sorry for the long drive" you laugh as you drag them in to were the men sit. "Trust me, I'll make it up to you" you turn to wink at Gaz.

You introduces them to your father and your many uncles. They fit right in with most of them having been in the military as well. You bring the many men umqombothi (an african beer).

"Just dont drink too much since its your first time" i say as I put the big pot down in the middle of the circle of men. My uncles laugh

"Dont worry we'll take care of them for you" one of my uncles laugh.

You, your sister, cousins and the other girls get dresses in your traditional attire. The colours bright, hair styled neatly. You all looked ethereal. You come out the house singing and dancing you at the very front. Singing with pride. You sing and dance your mothers, aunts, friends and others ululuate. As you dance.

The 141 turn to see the commotion

Soap could not keep his eyes off you, he had never seen so much of your skin. He tried to keep himself check. His mouth watering. He shifts secretly as so not to cause suspicion amount your father and uncles

Price, was your superior, your captain. But the bright smile on your face, the pride in your eyes as you dance. He feels a pang in his heart. He wants to keep this image of you forever. He never realised his harded soldier had this side to her. Could even crackling a smile

Ghost liked the way you lead the songs. The voice he would hear over the comms now. The voice he was full of anxiety but strong now melodic but still held its strong commanding nature.

Gaz admired the was your body moved. So fluid and natural. Its second nature to you. Your culture engrained in your mind, body and soul. Your body moved to the rhythm of the songs you sang hips swaying, your footwork lifting dust on the ground.