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that dadsimon drabble omg :-( and when a family member, maybe soap’s sister, drops by and takes the kid back, leaving simon and his own child alone again… ough
the awkwardness of it all
You have watched your father taking care of another child, doting on them like he was their real father and boom. Now he pretends to be a good father to you as well.
There still is half a syringe of anesthesia in the dart Kyle left in the treehouse. Would the 141 use it if you're too fussy on the way to the rendezvous point or is it not in their mind? It could make the trip easier but it could also make reader trust them even less if they don't let her get her feelings out and go at her own pace.
I do feel bad for Simon though because he is trying his best and I'm sure Price knows that. I doubt Simon is taking it to heart either. Price is doing a good balance of not being too harsh or at least in front of the kid but also taking initiative and giving direction as leader. I wonder if reader wasn't so scared, if they would even mind the babying Simon does. Personally, I would've cried too at his comment because it'd make me feel insecure in an already scary situation and I'm sensitive like that. I wouldn't have minded him being so babying though. Better to have too much coddling and compassion than not enough.
Side note, since Johnny already claimed himself as uncle, I wonder what the other will claim. Would any of them prefer to be dad or feel more like a dad than Uncle? Would Price be reluctant to accept the protective paternal instincts he has for reader and act distant, pushing reader away to protect himself or would he very quickly accept and acknowledge his feelings and risk the embarrassment of seeming soft to claim reader as his kid? Or maybe Price doesn't even feel a fatherly connection and more so an uncle position like Soap or no connection at all and just sees it at him doing the humane thing of simply helping a vulnerable child. I wonder if Johnny claimed himself as uncle because that's the role he wants, feels is natural, or is automatically defaulting the fatherly position to Price as leader. Johnny would have enough respect for Price to allow him to have first dibs on the parental role for reader I believe but I wonder if Johnny desires it at all now or will later on or not at all.
They aren’t gonna use the dart again, they don’t want to drug reader with a dirty needle and make reader sick <33 they prob have a couple of fresh ones just incase. Besides, carrying reader while they are unconscious would just make the journey even more difficult.
Simon genuinely didn’t mean to make reader cry, he was just talking to himself and didn’t mean to say it to reader. He has genuinely no idea how to handle reader, small = baby to him <33
Johnny is definitely going to be the fun uncle of the group. He feels a paternal connection with reader, all four of them do, just in different ways.
Gaz and Price feel pretty fatherly, while Johnny and Simon are more uncle or brother than the other two.
Anyway, loved this juicy ask <33 so many yummy thoughts. Feel free to send in anymore if you have them! I love reading them so so much anon <33
Definitely not thinking about one of the cod guys, clutching the small drawing their kid -you- have given them before leaving, while they are bleeding in the open, thinking about hoping to make it home for your birthday.
Thinking about Simon promising himself to not turn like his dad and be a terrible father but he does in fact turns into his dad and he realizes it when he sees the look in his child’s eyes.
Checks himself into a some anonymous group and a therapist appointment.
Hello! I’ve scrolled onto your blog and have fallen head over heels for it!!! I was wondering if this idea tickled ur brain the same way it tickled mine:
Any of the guys getting full custody of their daughter/child after mom backs out and the kid being a bit of a psycho out of fear of being ditched again
I didn’t forget about this!!! I will definitely write a second part!! Hope you like it!!
Rising a child wasn’t easy. Leading a task force was far more easier. That was John thought and preferred anyway.
He arrived late at his small flat, whistling to himself with his huge bag. The sight in front of the 4b door made him stop. A figure was sitting, haunched on the phone, a suitcase and several bags around them. His eyes squinted.
His daughter.
He hadn’t think of her for… several months to be honest. John Price was a busy man, and unfortunately, while remaining married to a wife that didn’t appreciate him, he didn’t find the time to care for his teenage daughter.
“What are you doing here?” John questioned, the same way he would question a young private.
“Mom left.”
“What?” He squinted his eyes at her.
“Mom left with her new boyfriend somewhere. She left you some papers.” The daughter handed him the papers, slightly crumpled.
She was giving him all the parental rights.
That was fucked up.
To avoid any further odd glances thrown their way by the neighbours, John ushered the kid inside the two bedrooms flat. The kid had a lot of things and he put the suitcase and bags in what he considered his office. The child didn’t seem to care, sitting down on the sofa.
Finally, he read the paperwork.
Linda was resigning all the parental rights and responsibilities to him, and the bonus was the divorce papers. John was beyond pissed, not about the divorce. She knew the life he had, the kind of work he did. He was always busy, always away. That was why their mariage was just a farce.
He called her. Several times until she sleepily picked up.
“John?”
“Linda? What the fuck is that?”
“Oh, so (Y/N)’s here, good. Well, John, we no longer live together, we hate each other guts so-“
“Not the divorce, the papers about guardianship!”
“John, I have put up with the kid for more years than necessary, it’s time I live for myself. And besides, I wasn’t alone in this. It is time you take care of your daughter.”
“I can’t, not with my job-“
“The same old excuses.”
“Fine, fine.” He groaned, eying his daughter warily, still on the damn phone. “Well thanks.” He spoke sarcastically before hanging up.
Swiftly, he grabbed a pen and signed the divorce papers. Then, he turned to face his daughter. He approached her, almost warily before sitting down next to her.
“So… now you will be living here with me.”
“I guess.”
“Well. I have a few rules. First, you put that phone away when I speak to you. Second, I expect this living area to be clean and always in check. You will go to school, do what you’re told and will not go out without my express permission.” The captain spoke as if he was speaking to a new green private.
What followed what John’s nightmare. It had been a few months and well… the kid had been a terror. John was used to obedience, clear and simple. If he said “jump” to Ghost for example, the lieutenant jumped. His daughter? Not so much.
She was an absolute wild card. She got expelled from the expensive private school John enrolled her at, because the headmistress owed him a favor, and his daughter had nothing to do than to smoke indoors, and blowing off the ladies restrooms! Secondly, yes, the smoking. John was a smoker as well, but he had never smoked before entering the military path. He caught her stealing one of his cigars once. He nearly blew off.
Now, as he was disembarking from a mission, the number from his neighbours Gregory and Michele rung in his personal phone: for once, he answered, and he never should have.
The music was blaring, he could hear people laughing and talking loudly, Gregory begging Price to come and calm his daughter down. He did mention someone called the police. Obviously, when he arrived, police cars lights were lighting off the neighbourhood. John felt shame when his neighbours stared at him, as he talked with one officer.
Obviously, the party had been a x project. His daughter successfully managed to make 50 people enter their small living place, mostly smoking weed and drinking his alcohol. John was beyond furious but kept it under control.
“Where is she?” He questioned in an authoritative voice.
“In the car, we can make a statement and you can file a report. We arrested all the young ones who were involved.” The officer answered in a proud tone.
“No, no reports. Free everyone. I will take my daughter back with me.”
He stood in his ruined living room, feeling anger surging to his veins. He closed the doors, as his daughter stood there, with an uncaring expression on her face.
“Do you know how ashamed I am? I am a respected figure here. All the neighbours know me, I never, ever, put myself in such a humiliating position.” His eyes found hers and for a second, he saw fear. Worry. “I had been living here for years and you show up, and manage to make me feel hated by everyone in the span of a few months!”
“No one hates you-“
“I am not finished, young lady!” Price yelled, and the walls shook. “You will clean this mess. I am getting your money to pay back for all the damage.”
“I don’t have any-“
“Then your first paycheque. Now, clean this up.”
More evenings spend in silence after that night. John was flabbergasted at the behaviour of his daughter, that he came to speak about it to Kate Laswell at work.
“It’s like having a conversation with a statue that reeks off weed and alcohol.” He complained finally. “I don’t know what to do. And I can’t even send her back to her mother!”
“Maybe that’s the issue. Maybe she knows she is a bother to you and your ex wife. Just saying, John, kids have a way to know and to blame themselves if their parents don’t love each other anymore.” Kate had then replied, while sipping her coffee.
And he thought about that. He thought about the fights and the countless arguments he had with Linda. He thought of her once, tearing eyes, just begging to be held and to be told it was going to be okay. And what had John done?
Push the kid away.
Push the little kid away.
In his office, late at night, John sighed, pinching the edge of his nose.
“What I have done?”
Obsessed with the idea of Simon Riley deciding to take in Makarov’s child after everything went down and that the fucker is dead, because he saw how haunted they looked at such a young age and because he feels a scrap of humanity after Johnny passed away.
The one where the Lieutenant is talkative and you always fall victim to his ramblings
“Sir- sir please.” You spoke out again, trying to concentrate on the damn target with your sniper riffle.
“-and then, you take the other bit, plug it in, and put it around the nipple and-” The Lieutenant continued.
“Are you talking to me about torture or about sex, sir?” You asked, your eyes quickly glancing at him.
“Both. MacTavish likes it. Garrick less. Price? Well, I didn’t know this old man liked this kind of shit.” Ghost continued to talk, not caring about you and your mixed feelings about this.
Is this considered sexual harassment? You wondered out loud. Finally, you could get a good shot. You stopped breathing, as Ghost rambled on, and shot when the moment was right. The bullet went right through the skull. Flawless.
Standing up, picking up the ammo and the equipment, you realised that Ghost had stopped talking. He gave a firm nod. It meant “good job”. Spending time with the Lieutenant gave you some comprehension of his nods.
You slid into the driver seat (no way the Lieutenant was getting behind the wheel…) and you began to ride away quickly. The enemies would surely come looking for the one who shot. And for a second, you thought he would shut up.
But no! He kept talking!
“So, as I was saying-”
