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price as texts | 141 headcanons
the possibility of getting rickrolled is never zero, even in space
[part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5]
I’m not afraid to admit that girls with big biceps affect me the same way a laser pointer affects a cat.
Kyle was used to being shorter. Simon and John easily towered over him, and Johnny was only a get inches taller. Those few inches were held over his head every single day, though he didn't mind the playful banter.
It wasn't until he met König that he ever felt truly small. The Austrian towered over him with ease, but there was an awkward energy about him. Not as stoic as Ghost, or as intimidating as Price, just big.
Kyle pounced on him within a few days.
"Fuck, you're fucking perfect." Kyle whines, mouthing at Königs tits as he bounces on his cock. "Gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me?" He moans as he looks up at him, fiddling with the edges of his hood.
"Slow down... Kyle - slow down, please?" König whines pathetically, digging his nails into Kyle's hips. "I've already cum - I already -" König slams Kyle's hips down onto his cock, cumming dry as his third orgasm hits him like a train.
"You don't want me to stop -" Kyle moans, nosing at one of Königs nipples. "Just let me take you." He wraps his lips around his nipple, nibbling on the flesh to make the giant whine. König was in for a long night.
the 141 finding out reader isn't a guy behind their mask (fem reader x Simon) Part 2 Part 1
The first thing you felt was the pain, and then you heard the arguing. The pain rang through your entire torso, there wasn't a part of you that didn't ache. Slowly as you opened your eyes and saw the room around you, you remembered the attack, and you remembered that look Simon gave you. You could hear your teammate arguing through the door, you couldn't make out much other than your name, but then you heard Simon speak over all of them, clearly saying “could you guys fuckin’ stop?” it went very quiet before Price said “we're just trying to figure out where everyone is going” Price sounded thoroughly confused by Simon's outburst, but Simon didn't clarify, he just said “I’m stayin’ with them” he didn't let them argue he just entered your room.
It took a lot of effort but you called out to Simon, immediately he was up and holding your hand “it’s okay” he told you before he tried to go call the nurse but you stopped him “why are you mad” Simon was only looking at you with worry and care but you had heard him earlier and you wanted to know what made him so openly angry. He shook his head “it’s nothin’” but when you didn't let go he told you “it’s jus’ as soon as they learned ya were a trans guy, it’s like they stopped caring bout you, kept misgendering ya” he was so angry on your behalf, if you weren't in so much pain you would be smiling bright right now “Simon why do you think I’m trans”
Simon was quiet for a moment before he said “well, you' re always hidin’ your period, ya wear a binder, ya use he/him” he paused for a moment before continuing “and back when you first joined the team, I saw you when you were out runnin’ in jus’ a sports bra” you had no clue Simon paid so much attention to you, you never expected any of them to notice the consistency of you being sick, let alone be able to piece everything together. You smiled softly “I’m not trans Simon” he looked at you confused “ya don’t have to lie, I’ll support ya” you squeezed his hand “no really Simon. People often assume I’m a guy with the mask, and they don't look down on me as much so I go along with it because it’s easier, safer” Simon was quiet for a long while, clearly trying to understand everything, after a while he just pointed at you and said “so you're girl?” you just nodded before adding “but thank you for having my back Simon” how long had he thought that and had kept your secret, and was even arguing with his teammates about it.
Simon might not understand your exact reasons why you wear the mask, and he will never ask, he hopes one day you'll feel comfortable enough to tell him. But he knows why he puts on the mask everyday, he knows how he feels without it as a shield, how vulnerable he is, he can only imagine it’s something similar for you. Simon had always planned to keep your secret safe, and a part of him hated when Price took off your mask, no one should force you to take it off, force you out into the open, but he knew your life was more important, he just hopes you can forgive him for letting it happen.
Simon came back with a nurse not long after, and after she made sure you were okay and gave you some meds to help with the pain, you started thinking. Honestly you didn't know where you were, obviously a hospital but not in the uk, the nurse barely spoke English, and the walls were painted this pretty light pink, no bright fluorescent lights blinding you, and oddest of all, the hospital was eerily quiet. Simons must've seen your confusion because he said “we jus’ took ya to the nearest hospital, if you could call it a hospital. Very small, old building in a very small, old town. Price is callin’ Laswell and explainin’ everythin’ while Soap is tryin’ to get us back home.” you looked at him panic “what about Gaz?” “He's right outside, we’ll switch while I call Price. No need to worry”
You took a deep breath, if you had more strength you would've smacked Simon for making you worry like that. Gaz came in as soon as Simon left and he sat next to you. He was quiet for only a moment before asking “so are we going to talk about you lying” your eyes went wide, this is what you were worried about “I didn't lie, I just” you paused “ I didn't mean to” Gaz could see the worry in your eyes “I know you didn't mean to, but I think we deserve an explanation, sooner rather than later. But I know you need to time to think first, especial with your injuries” he said while listening to your body, and suddenly you felt all too exposed, you had never been in front of them with just this little “we still care about you, but we’re just confused” Gaz must've seen your worry growing because he grabbed your hand and added “it’s okay, I’m sure it's just a misunderstanding, no need to panic. We’re all still here to help you”
Part 3
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A pt2 to sergeant!reader [drunkenly confessing] to ghost....
Ghost had hardly been able to focus all night, not with you so close. Your warm side pressed to his own, heat added by the whiskey burning in his stomach. He could almost pretend you liked him.
Not that you actually did like ghost, not like that anyways. You are a spitfire of a sergeant, deadly and capable on the field. You blend into war like it's a second skin, slough it off in social situations and bond with near anyone. Ghost...respects you. More than that, he really wants to hold your hand or even kiss you.
Ever since you paired with him to take out an entire base of combatants he's had this weird stutter in his chest that he assumes is affection.
Then you lean in real close, hand squeezing his knee to keep balance and mumble "Yknow, si, I like you. I really like you."
And ghost responds in kind. Or. He thinks he does. But you're suddenly stumbling out to the back alley and gaz is hissing at him "go fix it, you ass. Apologize and kiss the poor sod."
Ghost nods slow, drunken. He smiles to himself at the thought of kissing you while he lumbers to the back alley. Ghost has been thinking about your lips on his. Has wondered if you kiss as well as you fight.
The alley is dingy, dirty. It smells like piss and old beer, a sour note of vomit, made worse by the light drizzle. No difference to ghost, he looks around and....and...you're not there.
He steps into the rain, check behind the dumpsters, around the corners.
That warm buzz of alcohol is replaces by sudden, cold dread. Ghost paces the alley, methodical, checking for any clues and—
The glint of clean metal amongst the trash.
Your knife, the one you told ghost you keep in your boots at all times just in case. There's blood on it.
You're missing and all ghost has is a bloody knife.
you know those videos of tortoises getting brushed? yeah
Kyle Gaz Garrick shirtless and in my bed send tweet
music thing again cuz it's fun:
"World Gone Mad" by Bastill: Gaz is having a music video moment while listening to this on the way back from an op. The op was probably boring but everyone (Soap and Ghost) still drove him crazy (help him).
"I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" by Scarlett Johansson & Bono: Soap lowkey loves the 'Sing' movies and the soundtrack. Is embarrassed by this, though, and gets flustered if someone asks what he's listening to.
"Eight" by Sleeping At Last: A part of Ghost's 'I want to be sad' playlists. He's in his sad hoodie, he's in a dark room (maybe his, maybe the lounge, maybe his office) and he's brooding. Most likely eating junkfood and definitely isn't actually sad about anything in particular.
"Already Gone" by Sleeping At Last: Price got this song from Ghost's playlist. Doesn't listen to it when he 'wants to be sad' but rather just listens when he's working or doing chores.
"Gone, Gone, Gone" by Phillip Phillips: Graves is speeding down some old backroad singing to this like a banshee. Has a whole playlist mixed with Phil Collins and Elton John.
"Finally Free" by Niall Horan: Laswell is playing this when she's on leave going home to her wife. She has everyone but her wife blocked, she's getting takeout and watching every romcom in her house with her wife.
"Square Hammer" by Ghost: Unironically one of Nik's favorites, absolutely started listening to Ghost the band just because of their name. Loves it when people ask what he's listening to so he can go 'Ghost' and watch the confusion and concern warp their face.
IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE WHY ARE MEN SO FUCKING HORRIBLE
I forget how lonely i feel all the time. I really dont think im anyones first choice anymore.
Hoes mad and im just chilling
Why are the hoes mad
bunnies bite. oc x simon riley.
pairing: simon riley x oc bunny
summary: prices personal information has been compromised.
contains: she/her pronouns. death. murder
bug speaks: why do i lowkey feel bad for making price worry.
masterlist
request/inbox open :)
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seven.
laswell steps in, file in hand this time. no sunglasses. no pleasantries. “got what I could,” she says, moving straight to the table.
price straightens slightly. “go on.”
she flips the file open. “officially?” she starts. “clean drowning.”
soap exhales. “there it is then.”
laswell doesn’t look at him. “no cameras in the immediate area,” she continues. “no witnesses. no signs of struggle reported.”
gaz frowns. “nothing?”
“he had drugs and alcohol in his system. there saying it was voluntary.”
price’s jaw tightens. “unofficially?” he asks.
laswell glances up at him. “the victim had a history.” simon turns his full attention to her. “rumours,” she says. “assault. more than one incident. nothing that stuck in court, but-”
she doesn’t finish it. doesn’t need to.
“not a good man,” kyle concludes.
silence settles.
soap shifts in his chair, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “so what, someone finally got sick of him?”
gaz doesn’t answer. his gaze flicks to price. careful. measured. “what do we do?” he asks.
the door opens suddenly. hard enough that everyone turns.
a man rushes in, breathing a little too fast, eyes wide in that way that means something’s already gone wrong.
“sir-” he starts, voice tight. “we’ve got a problem.”
price straightens fully now. “speak.”
“security flagged an access breach.”
gaz sits forward. soap goes still. simon’s attention sharpens like a blade.
price’s voice drops. “what kind of breach.”
the man swallows. “…your files, sir.”
“specifically?” price presses.
hesitation. “…personal records.”
price doesn’t move. doesn’t blink. “who had access?”
“we’re still tracing it-”
“when?”
“last night.”
price hasn’t moved from where he stands. his mind races. potentially threats. threats that could happen.
laswell watches him. “call your family.”
price exhales through his nose, jaw tightening. he doesn’t like it. doesn’t like the implication. doesn’t like the timing. but he’s not stupid.
“get them out of the house,” laswell continues. “now. don’t wait to confirm anything.”
simon stands, hands already on his keys.
“i’ll call for a car to drop by. you should go. meet them halfway.”
soap sits forward. “we go with you.”
price’s grip tightens on his phone. then he dials.
Simon Riley x Doctor!Reader who specializes in scar treatment
Simon Riley x f!Reader
Notes: Okayyyyy so this may or may not turn into multiple installments, I have no idea :) but I just wrote this little thing on a whim, so if y'all want more, pls lemme know!!
Tags: Meet cute, banter, slight angst, discussion of past injury, hurt/comfort, platonic-not-yet-romantic relationship
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"Doctor, another patient for you in room fifteen," the receptionist chirps from behind their desk, blindly handing you another clip board while they type away at their Microsoft spreadsheet.
"No rest for the wicked. Thanks, Julie," you huff, tugging your gloves off and throwing them into a bin before grabbing the clipboard. You thumb through the pages as you walk, relying on pure muscle memory to bring you to your destination. These days there was barely enough time between patients to grab a snack bar from the vending machine, let alone rest your legs. It paid to have patience in this line of work.
Patient: Simon Aaron Riley Age: 45, DOB: 19 Dec 1980 Reason for visit: Consultation for traumatic injury scar minimization treatment on face, neck, and scalp. Patient reports that circumstances of injury occurred during military duty: caustic acid burns and non-penetrating blade wounds.
Caustic acid burns, you huff, flicking through the paperwork. You hadn't seen that since residency -- not to the extent reported, at least, and never on the face. Acid burns tended to be relatively rare, especially in comparison to other burn types. One of your friends who'd become an ER doctor had lamented about the uptick in acid attacks not too long ago.
"Or maybe the smaller, softer side of you couldn't help but marvel at the way Mother Nature always stitched herself back together in the end, leaving her touch as a reminder that, once the blood had dried and the dust had settled, you would always be made whole again. Someday. Sometime."
This is the most beautiful paragraph I've ever read
Cute old pic i found 😔 god i used to be so hot
Theres something so wrong with me but im too tired to find out what