Simon’s voice is muffled on the other side of the blanket that is strung up from the recliner in your shared living room to a dining room chair that has been dragged over by you.
“Um what does it look like i’m doing?” You retort, popping your head up from behind the blanket wall of the fort that you have been securing. Simon rounds the recliner to your left to come to your side. He puts his hands on his hips and inspects your project.
“Hurting our favorite blanket with a chair.” Simon deadpans before he turns to look at you with a mildly distressed look on his face at the prospect of your blanket possibly being dirtied by a dining chair.
Okay, so maybe i shouldn’t have used that blanket.
You hum, ignoring his stare. You retrieve another chair and snatch another blanket off of the back of the couch on the way.
“You’re a smart man, LT. Figure it out.” You give him a crooked smile before setting the second chair in place and laying the blanket over the back. Simon strides over and gently pries the blanket that you were struggling with out of your hands.
Simon helps you finish building the ceiling of the fort, and finally turns to you. “So, what do we do now?”
You grin mischievously, "Now we bring in snacks and have an epic movie marathon. Obviously.”
“Obviously.” Simon chuckles and walks toward the kitchen, "Any special requests for snacks, or should I just grab the usual suspects from the pantry?”
"The usual. Can't having you missing out on your favorite thing.” You call after him. You hear him faintly groan in the kitchen at the prospect of watching you consume copious amounts of chocolate and popcorn The first time you ate it in front of him, he just stared at you blankly like you had just broken the unspoken rules of popcorn.
Now, he's gotten used to the sight, even joining in occasionally despite his earlier reservations. Simon returns with an armful of snacks - popcorn and chocolate are for you, and a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream for him.
As he sets the snacks down, you both nestle into the fort, pleased with your creation. The world outside fades away as the soft glow of the tv screen lights up your faces.
tw: su!cide, death of a loved one, general pain and I apologize because this made me cry and I'm low-key the one who wrote it
NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN
wc: 1.2k
widow!Simon that mourns you every day. His wife, his heart, his everything. He barely pulls himself out of his cot every morning to go to drills or on a mission.
widow!Simon who used to be happy. Or, as close as he could've ever been to getting everything he wanted. now, he's just... dark. It's as if the entire world has turned gray. Like you were the color in the world, and now that you're gone, he's colorblind. His color, his world, his heart.
widow!Simon that doesn't eat, barely sleeps. The only time he really gets any rest is when he gets hurt, or when he's blackout drunk; which he is most of the time since you died.
widow!Simon who's only memorabilia left of you is a stupid polaroid photo and the chain he keeps around his neck with your engagement and wedding rings. Some days, the chain occupancies his too, when the sight of it on his finger gets too much to bare, knowing that you don't have your matching one. That you will never have it again.
When they asked him if you wanted to be buried with your rings on, he went to say yes. To have you bare his wedding band for eternity. But, he knew, he knew, that you would want him to keep them, to keep you. Right on his heart, forever.
If the chain ever broke, he wouldn't stop until he found where the rings went, and when he got them back, he'd buy a new chain. And without having it on, he feels as though he's betray you, your memory.
After spending the night in a 4x8 tent in the middle of the desert, Soap notices the chain. Soap asks about it, why he never takes it off, why he never shows what on the end of it. Simon just looks Soap in the eyes, an indecipherable emotion on his face, and he just blinks, before turning back to the rifle he's cleaning.
Soap never mentions it again.
Simon doesn't stop thinking about it all night as Soap snores next to him and hogs the fucking blankets.
The next day, he's running on autopilot, he's talking and fighting. He's giving Soap directions over comms but none of it really means anything to him.
"Man after my own heart." Simon comments over the coms to Soap. This is the closest he will ever get to joking these days. He doesn't even mean any of it. He just needs to seem... okay.
"You have a heart?" Soap fires back.
SImon pauses, no, not anymore.
"A cold one." like her now, I guess.
widow!Simon that goes back to his barracks after that mission and just, loses it. He's screaming, crying. He's pretty sure he threw up at one point. Right before he blacks out in the corner of his barren room.
Soap finds him later. Knocks on his door, no answer. Knocks again, no answer. This isn't normal at all. He has never ever waited this long for LT to answer the door. Simon was predictable that way.
Soap goes to check if the doors locked and, it's just, not?
Okay, so something is really wrong. Please don't be dead, please don't be dead.
Soap slowly swings the door open. At first he doesn't see anything. His hand smacks into the wall, trying to find the light switch. Once he finally finds it, his heart drops at the sight in front of him.
widow!Simon who Soap finds curled up in the corner, his knees hugged to his chest. Soap has never seen him look so... weak. Soap always thought that Simon was higher than life.
But, on closer inspection, the Irish man sees what looks like a Polaroid photo, with a necklace laying on top of it: the necklace. He finally realizes that it's not just a chain, not even one with a generic pendant of some kind. He always thought that maybe it was a cross on the end, even though he knows that Simon has never claimed to be religious. That was his father's thing, not his.
In the middle of the chain, sits a thin metal ring and a matching engagement ring. The diamond on it isn't a traditional one, but a sapphire, not giant, but modest. Soap doesn't know why but it seems like it matches Simon as a person.
Soap quietly stalks over to Simon, unmoving and unresponsive, and bends down at his side. He fingers the rings before gently grabbing one of Simon's hands and feeding the chain between his fingers so he wouldn't lose it.
Then he moves on to the flipped over polaroid, and picks it up off the ground, turning it over in his hands to inspect it.
The photo is of a beautiful woman, silky hair falling over her face. A light blush dusting her cheeks, freckles scattered over the bridge of her nose. She's wearing a necklace, with a small heart pendant next to a skull. One arm is wrapped the neck of a youthful looking Simon. Your faces pressed together, your looking at the camera, eyes half lidded. But, Simon. Simon is looking at you, like you're the only thing he's ever seen.
He was looking at you in a way Soap would imagine someone with a vitamin D deficiency would look at the sun. With need. Like you're the key to his survival.
Soap sighs, he knew Simon was hiding something. He knew he has something else in his past besides the horrors that his father committed. He just didn't think it was... this. Soap gently puts the Polaroid down on Simon's pitiful cot, takes one last glance at sleeping Simon on the floor and leaves the room and Simon's demon alone to simmer.
And eventually, Simon will get tired of the constant battle for his sanity. And just as he really starts to give up, Soap will die. And Simon will decide he should follow his heart, his love, his wife, and his best friend.
John Price will find him, at 7 in the morning. Golden rays streaming in through the windows of the master bedroom that you and Simon shared. IN the house he's being paying someone to take care of. He looked so... peaceful, for once. Laying there, surrounded by memories of you. Photographs, cassette tapes, the Polaroid, both of your rings connected by a chain, a teddy bear, a necklace with a heart and skull pendant.
John couldn't be upset. To see Simon, laying in your bed, surrounded by you. With a gun in the hand of the arm hanging off the side of the bed. A dark red stain creates a halo around Simon's head. Of course, it would be just like Simon to go out with a Bang.
He was like an angel at the dawning of the world.
Flowers will grow from my rotting body and I am in them. This is eternity.
okay, so i was thinking about what type of music each one of the avengers would play in the car/quinjet, so here are my thoughts !!
Tony:
Mostly AC/CD obviously, Led Zeppelin , Styx, some lynard skynard, mostly like 80s-90s rock, (or if you get lucky, some milli vanilli.)
Steve:
Yes, a lot of 40s music, feat. Taylor Swift, Marvin Gaye (thanks sam!), Queen, some of The Beetles stuff, maybe even some Bob Marley to be honest :)
Bucky:
As he said in FATWS, he likes 40s music. secretly likes certain Billie Eilish songs, ie; birds of a feather, skinny, the greatest. Would like Hozier, The White Stripes, and Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon. loves ed sheeran songs
would have the saddest relationship with Sailor Song (by Gigi Perez) EVER.
Bruce:
Definitely Classical Music. He definitely seems like the type of person to have the most chaotic self destructive relationship with Requiem by Mozart.
But, sometimes he'll definitely listen to The Beetles and Queen, (probably had a secret addiction to *NSYNC or the Backstreet Boys.) Would lowkey vibe to MARINA and Mother Mother if had the chance.
Clint:
I feel like Clint doesn't listen to a lot of music because he needs all his senses and combined with his hearing problems, it's never really been confident. However, i think if he did listen to music it would be like, Counting Crows, Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, etc.
Sam:
This man has two sides and you cannot convince me otherwise.
1. Hip Hop, or just a range of shitty rap to good rap. so 50 cent, eminem, Dr. Dre, P-Diddy 😨, Ludicrious, Kendrick Lamar, Kanye, Travis Scott, XXTENTENTIONXX. i feel like he would've made his dislike for drake very clear from the moment he got famous
2. Marvin Gaye. Jazz. Blues. The whole shebang, all of it, the slow rock, and let's not forget; Michael Jackson.
Natasha:
Again, Like Clint, i don't think she'd really like having the vulnerability of when you're listening to music but, she does like when Tony puts on his music in the Quinjet. I also feel like she'd like The White Girl Music. She genuinely Believes there's nothing better to rock out to than Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.
Has a hidden Apprieciation for songs like Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy, because of how much she loves to dance to them. (this also applies to movies like black swan, etc.)
Thor:
He just so in love with Disney Movies that he Unironically listens to the soundtracks when someone else shows him how. It's really the only music he willingly listens to on earth. On Asgard however, I think he'd like the musicians there but he's never paid much attention to them.
Loki:
If he found out how to use spotify, his liked songs would be filled with Classical Music, Instrumental Covers of Pop Songs that he doesn't know, some Adele songs, Partition and Haunted by Beyoncé, Some MISSIO songs, Fall Out Boy, Teen Idle by MARINA, Lords, Michael Buble, Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde, Artic Monkeys, PHOEBE BRIDGERS FOR SUREEE.
he is the embodiment of BLUE by Billie Eilish and nobody can convince me otherwise.
HAMILTON, HE WOULD LOVE HAMILTON.
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i have a really unhealthy obsession with 2012 Avengers.
hi i’m foaming at the mouth of your price headcanons
screaming crying throwing up all the works PLEASE i need more of that man
Home.
a/n: aww thank you so much!! i've been in active for a month maybe and i didn't see this until now! I'm working on a couple different things, but i'm having a bit of slump so if you want to request specific one shots or ideas you have, i'll gladly write them!!!
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civilian!reader who has always waited for Price to come home. you've never gone to bed without him; unless he was overseas and you had known previously.
civilian!reader who waits for price to get home, laying on the couch watching their favorite show.
civilian!reader who starts to get worried when it's 15 minutes after he said he'd be home and there's still no sign of him.
civilian!reader who worries that maybe something happened to him on a assignment, or maybe something happened to him on his way home.
civilian!reader who calls him only for him not to pick up, so she texts him instead. Though ten minutes later, still nothing.
price who's phone died while he was on a mission, and soap wouldn't spare him a charger on the jet.
price who knows that you never want to go to bed without him, who knows that you've probably already started getting tired and he doesn't want to make you stay up any longer than you can handle, he knows you need good sleep babygirl, or you'll be sleeping with your eyes open, totally checked out, for the next couple of days.
price who immediately forgoes any paper work or rituals he would abide by once he gets off the jet; he immediately speed walks to his car from the base (go easy on him, he's too old to be sprinting to his car).
price who can't even try to plug in his phone in his car to try and text his baby to let you know he's coming home and he's okay; because he drives such a shit box of a car.
price who may or may not have a run a few red lights to get to you. mostly because he knows you must be worried but also because he just wants to feel your arms around him. your soft body and voice soothing him is the exact thing that could make his tense muscles relax.
price who opens your and his apartment door to stagnant air and the quiet drone of your tv show.
price who finds you zonked out on the couch, phone resting next to your hand that's tucked underneath your chin. he swears he's never been more attracted to you in that moment, you looked so fragile, curled in a ball, obviously waiting for price to come home to you so you can truly rest after being tired and worried for your johnny.
price who kneels down beside you, who cups your face, who doesn't mean to wake you up but does accidentally.
"why are you up so late, baby bear?"
"'s waiting for you. you didn't answer any of my calls. :("
"i know, im sorry, babygirl. my phone died a hour ago."
civilian!reader that as soon as you know price is safe and sound, your eyelids start to droop again. your small hand clutches as his forearm, willing him to not let you go.
price who take notice and decides that you've been up long enough, so he takes the liberty of scooping you up of the couch, he may be old but not too old to take care of you properly.
price who tucks you into bed before shucking his uniform and boots to wrap himself around you. you let out a sigh of content and drift away knowing that your johnny is safe in your arms.
hi i’m foaming at the mouth of your price headcanons
screaming crying throwing up all the works PLEASE i need more of that man
Home.
a/n: aww thank you so much!! i've been in active for a month maybe and i didn't see this until now! I'm working on a couple different things, but i'm having a bit of slump so if you want to request specific one shots or ideas you have, i'll gladly write them!!!
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civilian!reader who has always waited for Price to come home. you've never gone to bed without him; unless he was overseas and you had known previously.
civilian!reader who waits for price to get home, laying on the couch watching their favorite show.
civilian!reader who starts to get worried when it's 15 minutes after he said he'd be home and there's still no sign of him.
civilian!reader who worries that maybe something happened to him on a assignment, or maybe something happened to him on his way home.
civilian!reader who calls him only for him not to pick up, so she texts him instead. Though ten minutes later, still nothing.
price who's phone died while he was on a mission, and soap wouldn't spare him a charger on the jet.
price who knows that you never want to go to bed without him, who knows that you've probably already started getting tired and he doesn't want to make you stay up any longer than you can handle, he knows you need good sleep babygirl, or you'll be sleeping with your eyes open, totally checked out, for the next couple of days.
price who immediately forgoes any paper work or rituals he would abide by once he gets off the jet; he immediately speed walks to his car from the base (go easy on him, he's too old to be sprinting to his car).
price who can't even try to plug in his phone in his car to try and text his baby to let you know he's coming home and he's okay; because he drives such a shit box of a car.
price who may or may not have a run a few red lights to get to you. mostly because he knows you must be worried but also because he just wants to feel your arms around him. your soft body and voice soothing him is the exact thing that could make his tense muscles relax.
price who opens your and his apartment door to stagnant air and the quiet drone of your tv show.
price who finds you zonked out on the couch, phone resting next to your hand that's tucked underneath your chin. he swears he's never been more attracted to you in that moment, you looked so fragile, curled in a ball, obviously waiting for price to come home to you so you can truly rest after being tired and worried for your johnny.
price who kneels down beside you, who cups your face, who doesn't mean to wake you up but does accidentally.
"why are you up so late, baby bear?"
"'s waiting for you. you didn't answer any of my calls. :("
"i know, im sorry, babygirl. my phone died a hour ago."
civilian!reader that as soon as you know price is safe and sound, your eyelids start to droop again. your small hand clutches as his forearm, willing him to not let you go.
price who take notice and decides that you've been up long enough, so he takes the liberty of scooping you up of the couch, he may be old but not too old to take care of you properly.
price who tucks you into bed before shucking his uniform and boots to wrap himself around you. you let out a sigh of content and drift away knowing that your johnny is safe in your arms.
the difference between s2!spencer and s15!spencer fucking you
younger!spencer would be needy and whiny. Barely prepping you with just sloppy and wet kisses before thrusting up into your cunt. He would rut into you senseless, whines falling from his parted lips. Your nails against his back leave a map of scratches and indents. His hands would leave marks from how hard he'd grip your hips. When he moved your legs up to rest on his shoulders, his hands would force your legs to stay planted firmly on his shoulders, leaving bruises the size of his fingers to keep you in place while he thrusts into you. He would have you on the edge constantly but never truly pushing you over. young!spencer would beg you to finish for him; that's if you could understand a thing he's saying in between his incoherent whimpering. (maybe calling you mommy). When he cums inside of you, his eyes would fog with unshed tears and sobs break down his body until he collapses on top of your spent body. He hasn't even pulled out of you before he starts to drift of with his head on your shoulder.
Older!Spencer would be nasty as fuck. he would be dirty and slow. He would take your clothes off price by piece, letting them fall to the floor before laying you down on the bed. He would pin you the bed by your wrists, using one hand to restrain you while the other slides down your body. he would just sit there on his knees in front of your body and stare at you while mumbling about how beautiful you are. He'd position himself over you, his free hand roaming down, drifting over your thighs, teasing you. When he finally reaches where you want him, his fingertips would only be a whisper until he presses the palm of his hand directly down onto your clit. His digits would slip inside of you, one by one until you're practically begging him for fuck you. He would tell you he's not gonna fuck you until you cum first and curls his fingers and that would almost immediately send you over the edge. Older!Spencer would tease you with just the tip. But, once he's inside of you, (he's not a rutting idiot like young!spencer;) he's slow but deep enough with every thrust that you can practically feel him in your stomach, He'd be constantly praising you, telling you how good you're doing for him, sweet girl. By the time that Older!Spencer is done with you, you've cum at least 4 times. As soon as he pulls out of you, then gets up to clean you up, you've sunken into the sheets of the bed and drifted into a different dimension.
the difference between s2!spencer and s15!spencer fucking you
younger!spencer would be needy and whiny. Barely prepping you with just sloppy and wet kisses before thrusting up into your cunt. He would rut into you senseless, whines falling from his parted lips. Your nails against his back leave a map of scratches and indents. His hands would leave marks from how hard he'd grip your hips. When he moved your legs up to rest on his shoulders, his hands would force your legs to stay planted firmly on his shoulders, leaving bruises the size of his fingers to keep you in place while he thrusts into you. He would have you on the edge constantly but never truly pushing you over. young!spencer would beg you to finish for him; that's if you could understand a thing he's saying in between his incoherent whimpering. (maybe calling you mommy). When he cums inside of you, his eyes would fog with unshed tears and sobs break down his body until he collapses on top of your spent body. He hasn't even pulled out of you before he starts to drift of with his head on your shoulder.
Older!Spencer would be nasty as fuck. he would be dirty and slow. He would take your clothes off price by piece, letting them fall to the floor before laying you down on the bed. He would pin you the bed by your wrists, using one hand to restrain you while the other slides down your body. he would just sit there on his knees in front of your body and stare at you while mumbling about how beautiful you are. He'd position himself over you, his free hand roaming down, drifting over your thighs, teasing you. When he finally reaches where you want him, his fingertips would only be a whisper until he presses the palm of his hand directly down onto your clit. His digits would slip inside of you, one by one until you're practically begging him for fuck you. He would tell you he's not gonna fuck you until you cum first and curls his fingers and that would almost immediately send you over the edge. Older!Spencer would tease you with just the tip. But, once he's inside of you, (he's not a rutting idiot like young!spencer;) he's slow but deep enough with every thrust that you can practically feel him in your stomach, He'd be constantly praising you, telling you how good you're doing for him, sweet girl. By the time that Older!Spencer is done with you, you've cum at least 4 times. As soon as he pulls out of you, then gets up to clean you up, you've sunken into the sheets of the bed and drifted into a different dimension.
Price and single!mom reader at Disney World headcanons
• i think you would plan the trip and everything, but he would be the most invested. always suggesting things he would think you and your daughter would like.
• once while you were riding the bus to animal kingdom, you caught him looks up "fun things to do at disney for a 5 year old girl." you never questioned him about what you saw; or when he lead you and your daughter to a safari almost immediately.
• though you have a stroller, he would constantly be carrying your daughter, letting her sit on his shoulders so she can see everything from his height.
• one day maybe you're not feeling so good, so you stay back at the hotel and Price takes your daughter to Magic Kingdom.
• When they come back to the hotel your daughter would be in a full hair and costume of her favorite disney princess. He had ended up bringing her to the bippity boppity boutique after some begging (practically none, he might as well have suggested it himself).
• if there are any rides that your daughter wants to go on but you don't, Price is volunteering immediately, anything to make his princess happy.
•if it starts raining while you're at one of the parks, you'll all be bundled in ponchos under a overhang of a restaurant, until your daughter slips her hand out of yours to spin and twirl in the rain.
• Price would chuckle, kiss the side of your head before jogging (carefully, he is still a old man) out to join her, skipping around in a circle with her. anything for his princess.
• waiting for the buses at the end of a long day, your daughter starts crying because she's tired. She's inconsolable, until Price gets his hands on her, he hugs her to his chest while she gets into the shoulder of his shirt, bouncing her and rubbing her back.
• "it's okay sweet girl, shh"
"'m tired, johnny."
"i know, sweet girl, i know."
• once y'all are finally on a bus, your daughter would finally sleep asleep, small fists clutching Price's shirt.
• One of his arms would be holding your daughter to his chest and the other would rest on the back of your chair; playing with your hair. And then it turns into a pillow when you fall asleep to his ministrations.
a/n: this is my first headcanon piece so pls bare with me, i wrote this while on a bus to my hotel from magic kingdom and saw a dad with his baby girl sleeping in his arms and i just had to write it with price
