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the girls that get it get it

#yeah...

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price's superpower? making every living creature on this earth want to be his housewife

#sorry for speaking facts language but this is basically what i'm writing rn LMAO

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rec catchup (02, 03, 04)

hello my lovelies! cannot believe i've yet to do fic recs since i redid my blog in february (whoops!) as always, a gentle reminder to check individual tags & cw <3 massive shoutout to every single author here; your work is cherished xx

— hyssop

simon "ghost" riley

pretty when you cry by @audisive

single mom & simon who aren't dating by @ghostlywhiskey

simon wants you to ride him by @cordeliawhohung

folie à deux by @luminousbeings-crudematter

simon being tall by @tojisun

secret wife by @moongreenlight

neighbour!ghost by @soap-ify

meeting ghost off-duty by @undercoverpena

being in a relationship with Ghost would consist of by @lxvvie

secondhand furniture meet cute by @bleuu-moon

marriage of convenience by @alwaysshallow

simon notices you in the stands (welder/amateur rugby player au) by @ceilidho

house of the rising sun by @vanderilnde

bradley "rooster" bradshaw

between friends by @sometimesanalice

john price

ex!husband price by @/moongreenlight

take me home, country road by @/ceilidho

outlaw!price by @yeyinde

kyle "gaz" garrick

cbf!gaz by @/moongreenlight

farleigh start

meddle about by @nonpoppin

#<3333 thank you soooo much

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CAPTAIN SAYS YEET

#his ass here wtf

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#menace

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soap totally sends dick picks and says that he got "hacked" when you're asking him what the fuck is it:/ any other answer is taken as a invitation to your apartment

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JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

#pretty boy #god i love this scene

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while kissing my cat's little head: you're a problem *smooch* you're a terror *smooch* you're a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch*

#prev tags lmaooo #also ghost with feral reader

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no thoughts just plus sized reader referring to themself as an acquired taste and gaz asking for a bite

#...................

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JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

"He's right here. You can't be serious."

#i want to smooch him real hard

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♥️ love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! ♥️

fern:((( ily soooo much. you brighten my day sm

#exilesanswers

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My König Headcanons

This one is an update from the previous one since I wasn’t happy with it

#ooooh #also prev tags....right

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captain price, but make it yee-haw 𐚁

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wanting and needing and yearning and longing and desiring and pining and craving btw. if u even care

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On my fucking knees 🧎‍♀️

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part 1 of regency era!ghost x reader

noodled from this. warnings: angst, forced/arranged marriage, emotional neglect, Simon being an absolute dick.

you weren't an idiot. you knew better than to expect love from an arranged marriage. if watching your parents' has taught you anything, it's to not have such high hopes for something so impossible to achieve.

but at the very least, you hoped for some level of cooperation. a hint of companionship. a friendship, perhaps.

your husband has been so cold from the very beginning. he met you the day of the wedding. you both said your vows, kissed and briefly danced for the court to witness. after that, there was a few moments of the consummation of the marriage and you were sent on your way after that was over with.

it was difficult to adjust to his indifference, despite what you've been told. you thought that you would be the exception to it, that you would be treated with a hint of warmth, considering that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him.

but there was no such warmth nor care spared for you. you even doubt it was spared for his mistress too, but at least she seemed to be enjoying herself in his bed, which did break your heart even more. the thought of his infidelity did hurt, but it was to be expected. he is a king, after all. kings to whatever they want. and whatever needs you can't meet, he's surely finding them elsewhere.

yet you still tried. you tried your best to be a good queen, a good wife. despite what you've been told about his first love, about the woman he lost to another man, you attempted to be something he can look forward to at the end of the day.

you wore dresses that were in his favourite colour. sprayed all sorts of perfumes to make sure you smelled nice for him. kept your hair prim and proper so he might notice. wore jewellery that you thought he might find pretty on your skin.

left flowers in his study to brighten his day. sometimes sunflowers, sometimes roses, sometimes daisies. it was trial and constant error, just hoping that he might tell you his favourite ones so you can stick to those, but he never did.

the only reason you stopped doing so was because one of the maids heard him muttering complaints about how the flowers clutter his desk. alright. no flowers then. man needs to work hard and he needs all the space he can get.

but you were determined to brighten his study. so you painted the sunset for him. painted the sunrise, painted the night sky, painted the moon and stars for him, but he never even took the time to even look at one of those paintings. the canvases were left in the corner of the room and thrown away, per his request.

you even put all your violin lessons to use in trying to impress him, but it was all in vain.

read all his favourite books to try and open a fruitful conversation about them, only for him to shut you down when he lashes out and tells you "you will never be her".

a moment of silence passes as the tears we'll in your eyes before he commands you to leave the room because he can "barely hear his own thoughts with all that chattering".

yes, that one did sting. your shoulders dropped and your cheerful expression broke ever so slightly before you hid it with neutrality. you bowed and walked away, as per his demand request.

that was what stopped you from trying. if he found your presence that much of a hinderance to his peace, then you guess there's no point in trying to be friends with him at all.

from there on, you spoke less. in his presence and the presence of others. being a burden to anyone never sat right with you and his words aggriviated that train of thought, so you just tried not to ramble, tried not to fidget too much under the gaze of the lords and ladies and even the servants. kept your thoughts to yourself and only applied what was necessary and what was required of you. kept a blank stare at the ceiling and numbed your mind while you both performed in your monthly mandatory marital duties, waiting for him to jerk his hips and fill your womb with his spend then you'd be on your way.

at some point, you'd even given up those visits under the guise of faint illnesses and you hadn't heard a single word about it from the king. you figured it was because he most likely relished your absence, or didn't notice it at all.

either way, you were tired.

exhausted of giving one hundred percent of yourself and getting less than half in return. you've had to endure it with your parents, with your siblings and now your husband. if you could not be first or even second or third choice in anyone's heart, then you'd rather not be a choice at all.

unbeknownst to you, the moment you pulled away was when he started to notice you.

unbeknownst to you, Simon had gotten so used to your presence outside of his bed chambers that he felt somewhat pinched by the lack of it.

his desk didn't have a new boquet of flowers sitting in their vase anymore. the air lacked a particular sweetness in your absence. something about your scent and the sound of your voice telling him about the little details of your paintings that just... soothed the voices in his head.

Simon didn't want to admit that he found you charming. it felt like he was betraying the woman he loved. the woman who sailed out of the country once she'd gotten married and wished him well in life.

but the fact of the matter is that you were a stark reminder that even a king has responsibilities. you were the reason why he couldn't even have his freedom. yet somehow, after many moons, his freedom started to take shape in the form of your smile.

so much so that he tried to seek it out. eight months after he'd yelled at you and took a knife to you heart.

only to be met with a startled expression and a tense posture one breakfast morning.

he remembers the painful silence of that day in the gardens. the brief glance you cast to your handmaiden as if to say "what the fuck is he doing here???" not to mention the little shrug from your handmaiden telling you that she has absolutely no idea and she's just as shocked as you are before setting your wide eyes on him, a half-chewed biscuit stuck between your delicate fingers. the pure terror in your eyes because this has never happened before and you're unprepared for such an unprecedented event.

this being him coming to see you in the morning. or ever. this being him sitting down with you for breakfast before the painstaking day begins.

he wasn't prepared for the way your fear and confusion twisted something in his chest. even more so when he realized how quiet you suddenly were around him. never speaking more than ten words. never looking directly at his eyes anymore. sitting so stiffly in your chair with your hands on your lap that he couldn't reach out to attempt to comfort you.

you were polite to him, however. he thinks that might be the worst part. if you'd been angry or upset, he might have felt more comfortable to offer apologies and promises of reparation, but he's not sure how to proceed when he's faced with a wall of quiet fear.

he's not deterred, though. he's done being an ass to you and he should start making amends.

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i’ll take my whiskey neat 🥃

#OH