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people who say “I block for spam liking” like damn sorry that you hate joy. Every time someone goes through and likes 3829278 posts on my blog I’m filled with a love and power that you will never know and I pity you

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HI LOVE!!!! 🥺

if ur taking requests, could you pls do husband!Price with a reader who has ADHD? I myself have ADHD and am extremely forgetful, and tend to feel emotions more intensely than others, which means I cry a lot and get told I’m over sensitive haha 🥺❤️❤️😭

Hi darling! My requests are open, I'm just loaded up with uni work. So sorry it took over a week for me to answer. (But if you don’t mind the wait, 100% send in requests!!). I hope I portrayed it properly, I kind of fall in the adhd spectrum myself but it can really vary from one person to another, so I hope it's relatable!

Anyway, here’s some soft!Price with ADHD!reader

I think he’d notice pretty early on, maybe not specifically labelling it as ADHD, but he’d pick up on the forgetfulness and how quick it could change to a hyperfixation. I think he’s observant enough that he’d kind of be able to pinpoint the moment in your thought process where you jump from the thing you just said you were going to do to whatever other task popped in your mind that pulls you away from it.- - - - -

He would grow used to it pretty quickly, used to sharing space with all kinds of people at base and adapting himself to better work with them. I also lowkey headcanon that Soap has ADHD so he’d already have an idea on how to work around it and some strategies in place to help you with it. 

Although I think his main worry would be supporting you with the emotional side that comes with it. He’d be there for you at any time. It doesn’t matter what it is, he’ll dry your tears and talk with you about it. If you don’t want to talk or maybe it’s one of those days where you don’t even know why you’re crying, then he’ll just hold you close for a bit and help you get distracted when you feel better. 

I think that even if he doesn’t fully understand it, he can get a grasp on how overwhelming it can get. He’d notice when you’re starting to get frustrated, when your brain just can’t find something that releases enough oxytocin to keep you entertained for long enough. He’d swipe in then, bringing up one of your special interests or one of the hobbies you gave up on a few months back, to see if it sparks some joy again. If it doesn’t he’ll find something new that you both can try together or somewhere to go and explore. 

And don’t  you dare apologise for any of it, he’d give you a full on scolding on how it’s not something to apologise for. (That’s who you are and who he loves, darling). He doesn’t care that you forgot to close the kitchen cupboard for the fifth time this week, nor that the clean dishes still sit on the dishwasher, nor the pile of folded clothes that still sit on top of the dresser. He’s happy to have you with him, to share space with you and he’d take a messy living room and arrive late to your reservations on date night every single time if it means he’s with you. 

Also, he’d absolutely change things around the house and in his schedule if it means it makes things easier for you. He’ll change the organisation in all drawers and cupboards that need it so it’ll be easier for you to remember to put everything in its place. He’ll sit with you while you do work or chores, having casual conversation to keep you entertained and focused while you finish. Will sit there for hours if he has to, listening to you infodump about whatever thing your brain has last fixated on. And hold you for as long as you need when your emotions get too much and make you cry, one warm hand on your hip to hold you close while the other rubs your back. 

And relating to the crying. Poor soul, the one who dares to call you oversensitive in his presence. He’d absolutely rip them a new one, ready to start a physical fight if it is necessary because (how dare you judge his love for something out of their control). As soon as he’s satisfied with the scolding the other person got, his full attention is back on you. 

He’d pull you close, cup your cheeks and gently dry your tears with his thumbs. A small smile appearing on his lips, “don’t listen to them, love. You’re perfect just like this.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and lightly pinches your cheeks to get a smile from you. “Come on, let’s go home so you can tell me more about those books you have been reading.”

And the way your small pout and teary eyes change to a smile makes his heart soar. He throws an arm over your shoulders and holds you close as the both of you walk home, happily listening about the character arch of one of the main characters you tell him about. He’s already planning on wrapping you up on your favourite blanket on the couch while he gets ready some of your comfort food, how you’ll eat it together while you cuddle and watch one of your favourite shows or movies. 

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Slightly angsty soft!price, I promise it has a good ending.

I believe that as much as you’re both used to the rhythm of it all now, you know, the weight his deployment adds to both of your shoulders, the way your stomachs churn when you have to spend months apart. It wasn’t as easy to deal with at the beginning.

I don’t even think you fully knew what his job was in the actual beginning. And the first few months to a year of really knowing was probably the hardest one in your relationship.

- - - - -

It was already hard, having to go weeks or months at a time without seeing him, with barely any contact. It was much harder when you knew that pretty much anything could happen to him and all you’d have as notice was someone delivering his dog tags to your door.

Resentment wasn’t the proper word for how you felt, you didn’t blame John, you never could. You had met him as the man who he was now, you wouldn’t expect him to change because of you. But there definitely was a weird feeling in your gut the more time you spent alone in your shared flat.

Your phone is always close to you, in case he got the chance to give a quick call or a simple text that confirmed his well-being. Your clothes pretty much abandoned to instead use his to at least have the smallest resemblance of what his presence was.

It wasn't resentment, but definitely loneliness, maybe even some hidden grief. The catastrophist side of you taking control, always ready to get a call from the hospital or a knock on your door.

You didn’t say anything in the beginning, he already had enough on his plate. but when a deployment made you both stay apart for over two months you spoke up. It was a civil, a conversation, not an argument. You explained how worried you were, despite his reassurances that you didn’t have to be, how lonely you felt. How big and silent the flat felt without him, how slow time seemed to pass by.

He understood, made the promise to limit the deployment times. He'd still go on missions, but shorter ones, the longest taking two weeks at a time. At least that was for the first few months. Old habits die hard and John has always been someone not only of habits but commitment and dedication. So, without realising, soon enough he was dipping back to old ways, his work as captain keeping him out of the country months at a time.

You tried a couple more times, insisting that you didn’t blame him. You knew what you were getting into before moving in with him, it wasn’t that. You just wanted some level of compromise, you didn’t ask him to avoid long deployments, just do his best to avoid having them back to back.

And the result was always the same. He'd understand and agree, and it would work well for a couple weeks, sometimes months. But then you’d go back to seeing him less and less until you were apart months at a time once more.

it all changed one specific day, though. It was probably the fourth or fifth time you had talked about it with him. Yet here you are again, alone at your shared flat, that had been inhabited only by you for the last six weeks. The feeling of loneliness had only grown stronger each day that passed and you had started to question if you were in fact starting to resent him. Wanting to avoid that train of thought you decided on the best option, you wouldn’t be alone at home if you spent a few days at someone else’s .

Texting one of your friends about your situation, they agreed on letting you stay with them for a few days. To help you get your mind out of John’s deployment and give you a break of the empty flat. You’d have company for a few days and manage to get rid of that pit in your gut that made bile rise every time you heard the doorbell.

You were packing things you’d need from the bathroom, busy with checking you didn’t forget anything important, you hadn’t heard the main door open.

John walked in, taking his muddy boots at the front door before he went looking for you, noticing the bedroom’s light on. He froze on the doorframe, stomach dropping and chest tightening when he saw your suitcase almost filled up on the bed.

You walked out of the bathroom, your whole body freezing when you saw him standing there. You hadn’t expected him to be home yet, not for another week at least. Your eyes ran over his whole body, making sure he was safe and sound. “John…?” you barely got to murmur, not even finishing your sentence before the things you were carrying were taken out of your hands and instead you were pulled into him.

“I'm sorry.” he murmured against the crown of your head. His nose pressed to your hair, with a hand cradling the back of your neck as the other pulled you close by the waist. “I'm sorry, love. Please, don’t leave.”

“I know I've messed up. Broke my word.” His tone was his usual gruff and low one, with that raspiness that comforted and turned you on alike, so familiar and finally there with you. But there was something to it, a light tilt that revealed how worried he really was about you possibly leaving. “I'll make it up to you, I'll really change.”

“John.” You say softly, lightly pulling away, only enough to look him in the eye, one of your hands reaching up, gently cupping his cheek. “I'm not leaving, love. I was just going to see a friend for a couple days.”

As soon as your warm hand makes contact with his skin, his face leans into your touch and his eyes soften. “Don’t, please.” he murmurs, and god does he resemble a sad dog in the rain. “Stay with me.” You give a soft nod and before you can do or say anything else, he pulls you back in his arms with a string of thank you’s and i’m sorry’s.

“I'll make it up to you, I promise.” he murmurs against the top of your head before kissing it. And the way his arms curl tighter around you and pull you closer. The way the mix of his cologne and musk fills your senses and the press of his lips to your head immediately makes that pit in your gut disappear.

“It's okay.” you reassure softly, your arms hooking around his neck in return, holding him close. “I'm not angry, darling. I just missed you.” the second one of you hand drifts up to lightly brush through his hair and against his scalp he feels like he’s melting.

“I missed you too, love. Every single day.” he answers, his face now burying in the crook of your neck instead of your hair. His body unconsciously starts to sway the both of you from side to side. “I'll make it up to you. Take you out on a proper date.”

Your eyes close, your head leaning against his shoulder as you sway along with him. “We can do that tomorrow.” you reassure him softly, “just want to say like this for now.”

“We can stay like this for as long as you want, love.” he murmurs, the hand on your waist moving under your his t-shirt to feel your warm skin. “Just please don’t leave me.”

“I won't.” comes out your soft answer, “I’m not going anywhere, darling.” you reassure softly as you press a light kiss to his shoulder.

The both of you stay like that for a few minutes, a comfortable silence sitting between the both of you as you softly sway in each other's arms. No words needed to notice the relief the other is going through. If he thought he had relaxed when you had started to play with his hair, the moments he heard you whisper a soft i love you he felt like he had ascended to paradise without realising.

He took a second, breathing your scent for a moment longer before he pulled back enough to look you in the eye. “I love you too. you’re my everything, love. I’ll prove it to you, promise.” he whispered back, before leaning in to seal his promise with a kiss.

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If you include König in your 141 head cannons but not Gaz, you're extremely weird and I'm just gonna assume you're probably racist

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i love it, all of it. the way you have portrayed how well they know each other and how in tune they are!!!

also alex calling reader “boss” will always be a highlight for me. 10/10 devoured it as soon as i saw the notif.

Boss

Summary: You had been friends with Alex for years. When he comes back from his latest mission injured the lines of friendship blur.

Parings: Alex Keller x f reader

Warnings: female reader, oral (m!receiving), vaginal sex 18+ Minors DNI

“I can still feel it, you know” he muttered, taking a sip of the beer you snuck into the rehab facility for him. You blushed deeply as you realised he’d caught you stealing glances at his now missing lower limb.

“Feel what?”

“My leg” he gestured towards his left leg, now replaced by a prosthetic from the knee down.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really. Kind of aches every now and then” he offered a halfhearted shrug “the painkillers they have me on are pretty good though” he jokes.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your own drink. You couldn’t lie, it hurt to see your usually happy-go-lucky friend like this. His perma-smile was replaced with frowns and grimaces as he learnt to live with his new limb. He was usually so upbeat, offering everyone he met an easy smile and friendly chat, but since returning injured he seemed like a shell of his former self.

“Everyone said they missed you at the bar last night” you tried changing the subject. Tucking your feet underneath you as you sat on the bed next to him.

“You didn’t go”

“You know me, I’m not one for social interaction, unlike you” you joke, sipping your beer “I don’t understand why you didn’t go though? You love bar nights with the team”

“I would have gone if you were there” he shrugged, meeting your eyes. The heat behind his stare spoke volumes.

“Alex…”

“What?” He asked, his eyes never leaving yours “you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what?”

“I’m not one for grand gestures” he smirked looking down at the half empty bottle in his hand

“Not too great with explaining yourself either are yo…” he didn't give you a chance to finish as he tangled his hand into the hair at the nap of your neck, pulling you in against his lips. You felt his tongue along the edge of your lip teasing you, you parted your lips instantly to let him in. His tongue pressed between your parted lips in ticklish kitten licks, Alex’s lips were warm and soft and your head spun as he tilted your chin to allow his lips to travel down your neck.

Your bodies pressed together heatedly as he pulled you from your seat on the bed next to him onto his lap, breathing heavily as your lips pressed together. You could taste your shared breath, feel the thud of your combined heartbeat as you fumbled to take off one another’s clothes.

You reluctantly pulled away from his lips as you climbed off his lap. Alex’s eyes followed you with a questioning look; did you not want this?; you answered his unasked question as you stood in front of him, running the palms of your hands over his thighs. He groaned as you palmed him through his pants.

“You don’t have to do this” he ran a hand through his hair as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Sure I do, if we’re admitting things…wanted to for a while now”

“That so boss?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, studying you on your knees in front of him, hands pausing as you reach for the waistband of his pants.

You smirked, taking his cock in your hands, he was hot and heavy and leaking pre-cum you run your thumb over the tip, earning a deep groan from Alex, you smirk up at him and slowly roll your hand all the way down his length and then back up a few times before you took him into your mouth. The sounds he made, god, you could live off the sounds he made. The groans, the whimpers, the whispers of your name, the soft 'fuck' that slipped its way past his lips when you rake your nails down his thighs.

You look up at him and see him watching you with a hungry look “ fuck…good girl. Look at you, so fucking gorgeous. So good for me” He rests the fat tip of his erection on your tongue and you suck him greedily, eager to please and earn more of his praise.

You form a rythym quickly as Alex starts fucking into your mouth. You moan around his length, your throat relaxing and opening to let him go deeper with each movement.

Alex looked down at you with flushed cheeks and hooded eyes “Wait, wait” he chuckled, lifting you off him “baby wait”

“What is it?” Worried you had done something wrong or worse, you had made his injuries worse.

“You keep doing that and I’m not going to last long. I need to be inside you” he said with a lopsided grin, brushing your hair away from your face.

Alex pulls you back onto his lap as he takes one hand off your arse to tilt your chin up so he has greater access to your neck, licking and sucking at it as he maintains a rhythm between you with his other hand and hips. Every noise you makes vibrates through his lips

You tug at his hair and smile smugly as he groans deeply. He trails his hands from your hips downwards, massaging your arse and pushing you against him more firmly. His hands burn a path of pleasure as he runs his hands over your body and gasp against his mouth as his large palms cup the swell of your breast.

He slowly drags one hand down over your stomach between the two of you and slides the tip of a finger up the center of your pussy, slowly circling your clit. You gasp and rock harder against him as he traces your swollen lips with feather-light, and sucks a sharp breath between his teeth.

His eyes bore into yours as he slowly pressed into you, the stretch making your eyes close shut and a moan build in your throat. The intensity in his eyes as he buries himself in you makes you shudder and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and press your chest against him. He only gives you a moment to catch your breath before he starts moving, his thrusts making you whine and cry out his name. His grip on your hips will leave a bruise tomorrow but your focus is completely on the delicious feeling of Alex’s cock, filling you over and over again.

“God you’re beautiful” he says, staring up at you as you

“You’re just saying that because I’m literally riding you” you chuckle out between gasps and whines.

“No I’m not” he implores, smiling before wrapping your hair in his fingers and kissing you.

Alex wraps his arms around you tighter as he maneuvers you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you for a moment before sinking back into you. He grips your thighs tightly as you wrap your ankles around his waist. His thrusts hit deeper than before as your body tenses and your back arches. Alex’s grip on your body tightens as his movements quicken and his body tenses. Your nails dig into his skin as your legs get all tense and squeeze against his waist as you cry out in pleasure.

"gonna cum, Alex," you whine into his ear, clinging even closer to his chest.

“I know baby, I know”

With a final thrust, Alex pressed his cock inside of you deeply and felt his climax as it spread its way throughout you. Your orgasm spread like wildfire across your skin, blazing in your hips and rushing through your veins, burning you inside and out. Shallow thrusts painted his come inside of you as you gasped out for breath.

Alex rolls off you and pulls you against his chest as you both come down from your highs.

“Oh my god” you groan and roll off his broad chest.

“Where’re you going?” He chuckles, wrapping his arms tighter around you, pulling you back into place against him, burying his face in your hair and mumbling some sweet nonsense in between placing soft kisses on the top of your head.

“Keep that up Keller and I’ll never leave”

“Planning on that boss”

Taglist: @seppys-return-to-madness, @imshymorph, @matavishlOver, @ripoffsteveharrington, @musicxliife @shadofireshinob, @cumikering, @louvisonebraincell

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i live and breathe for soft!141 and it pains me how criminally underrated it is

yes they are horny bastards and now how to fuck but they also know how to cuddle! and remember your favourite foods and movies! and they absolutely want to be the little spoon!

yes yes johnny loves having sex and there is a million fics and hcs about him being a horny animal all the time but what about johnny being such a softie for his partner, he just content with laying beside you in bed holding each other or casually showering together without the intent of sex all the time. i love all the smutty posts about him but i also want more fluff content of him just being an amazing partner

#morph speaks #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #i love him your honor #my purpose is to think of soft!141

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Hello, I went to the store and bought some soft!Price, enjoy.

I’ve been thinking about this a bit a lot more than I'd like to admit, but there’s something about the orange trend on tiktok that screams Price to me. And I know I'm late to talking about it but it only proves how long this has been in my mind.

Because on the one hand, he’s a military captain in charge of an elite task force in the special forces. In other words, this man is busy. I truly believe that when this man is at home, he’ll just go to his little office Monday morning and not come out until Sunday evening. He screams workaholic. So there’s a small side of me that thinks that if anything you’d have to bring him oranges, cause this man hasn’t had even a molecule of fruit in weeks.

- - - - -

On the other hand, he 100% gives the vibes of the kind of dad that heard you say that you liked red apples once and keeps the fridge fully stocked since then. Gets at least half a dozen every time he goes to the store because his love likes them.

So the conclusion I have come to it’s that he absolutely buys, peels, gets the white stringy bits off and hands the individual slices to you. But you absolutely do it for him, too. That's how love and care is shown in the Price household.

That’s why, when you realise it’s past 5pm and John hasn’t come out of his office yet, you go to the kitchen and get one of the big juicy oranges sitting in a big bowl on the counter. Without even thinking about it you start peeling it, leaving for his office after throwing all the bits you took off in the bin.

He hears your light knock on his door and before he even looks up, a smile is already forming on his lips. He lets his eyes linger on the computer screen a little longer as he finishes filling up one of the many text boxes in the file he’s working on. That’s what gives you the chance to round his desk and stand behind him.

Before he can even ask, you’ve handed him the already peeled orange. Now that your hands are free, you start massage his shoulders and the base of his neck. “You should take a break, darling.” you justify in a murmur as you focus on rubbing the tense muscles.

And honestly, who is he to go against what you say? He just gives a low agreeing hum and leans back, letting your hands melt his tension away as he enjoys the orange. An orange that tastes that much better just because you were the one to peel it for him.

You do it for the exact same reason he gets up before you every single Sunday morning. He’s careful as he slips out of your arms, often pushing his pillow closer to you so you hold onto it during his absence. He then goes to the kitchen, confidently puts on the dumb ‘kiss the chef’ apron and starts making breakfast.

The specific breakfast depends on the week and the season, but today he opted for your favourite herbal tea, obviously prepared just how you like it. To go along, he makes some french toast, drizzling some honey on it, as well as cutting up some strawberries to put on top. He sets all of it on a tray, along with an orange, the cutlery and a napkin.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve woken up or not while he cooked, if you got up and went to find him. More often than not, you pad into the kitchen while sleepily rubbing your eyes, pressing yourself against his warm back as you hug him from behind, usually with an excuse akin to “the bed felt too big without you”.

Even in those instances, he insists you have to be properly pampered. So he just scoops you up, no matter your size, “what kind of captain and husband would i be if i couldn’t carry you, my love?” he says before you can even think of complaining.

He sets you on the bed gently, pulls the covers over your lap and kisses your forehead before he leaves. Barely a minute later he’s back, without the apron and carrying the tray with your breakfast. He sets it on your lap before rounding the bed and sitting with his back to the headboard beside you.

The two of you share some casual conversation while you eat and he sneaks in some bites to your french toast. At some point he absentmindedly gets the orange and starts peeling it.

He doesn’t even look at it, setting the long piece of peel to the side of your tray before taking the stringy bits off. Right as you finish the last bite of your toast, he takes off the last white bit, handing the now separated slices to you.

And while you enjoy the mix of sweet and tart flavour, he throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side and kissing your temple. You smile, leaning your head on his shoulder and raising your hand towards his lips. He accepts the segment with a small smile and you earn yourself another kiss to the forehead as a thank you for what you call the breakfast tax.

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Finally, it’s here (i’m so sorry) Part 3 of Death!Ghost and Life!Reader. You can read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

Just like any other time, the both of you slip into quiet silence. Admiring the world around you, the one you both contribute to keep balanced and prospering.

“Would you mind me asking a question in return?” You ask, fingers plucking small silvester flowers to braid them together. You barely turn to face him after your question before going back to the braiding.

- - - - -

“No, go ahead.” He says, moving one arm up to rest his head on it, his other hand feeling the soil under him, not minding the way some of the dirt clings to the fabric of his glove.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure how to word your thoughts properly. You end up laying back like he is, looking up at the birds flying around and the small wispy clouds that add a pop of white to the blue sky. It’s then that you manage to ask, “Do you ever feel like you got the short end of the stick?”

He’s surprised at your question, he’s not sure what he was expecting you to ask, but it definitely wasn’t that. It really isn’t something he thinks much about, mainly because it holds at least a slight bit of truth to it.

“Maybe not the short end.” He murmurs after a bit, “Both sides are equally important. And it’s been like this since pretty much the beginning of time.” he says, turning his head to look at you.

You nod lightly, mirroring his movement to look at him as well. “It has… It doesn’t take away the fact that you’re the one dealing with it.” you say softly.

“Well, you deal with it too.” He says with a light shrug, “you have to see your creations being taken away. Know that they will at some point while creating them.”

You hesitate for a second before nodding lightly, “That’s true. But it’s different.” As you try to string your thoughts together, you turn to your side, now fully facing him as your head rests against your folded arm. “There has to be a balance, and like you said, I'm aware it’s going to happen from the beginning. The parts have to end so the whole can be continued. But you have the task of ending it, not just the knowledge that it’ll happen.”

“Hmm, it’s how it works, isn’t it? We complement each other, keep it balanced.” He says, and you know he's avoiding the implicit question you’re trying to make.

You look at him, study him. Noticing the stark difference between the both of you. The way he always had to keep hidden, not only with the mask but the robes that covered all of his body, the cape with a hood he always wore. While you were free to feel, free to be, he had to keep to himself.

You let the silence build between the both of you for a moment before you finally give in, asking him what you’ve really wanted to know this whole time. “I know, but do you feel bad for having to take them?” you whisper, feeling like if you were to ask any louder the whole world would stand still.

He hesitates for a few seconds, his eyes drifting anywhere but you before he lets out a deep sight. “Yes, it hurts… I try to be comforting, but not everyone can manage the fear they get.” he murmurs, blinking a couple times before looking at you. The angle of his face making the warm sunshine hit his skin, making his soft curls look like honey. “But it has to be done. At the end of the day, I'm the embodiment of the end.”

You nod lightly, laying on your back once more as you look up to the passing clouds, “I wish we could change positions from time to time. Share the weight.” you whisper, not even sure if he could hear you.

If he does, he doesn’t say anything. Neither does he when you gently grab his hand and move it closer to you, slipping the braided flowers over it and around his wrist. Both of you ignoring how the few leaves that reach under his sleeve and touch his skin wilt.

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I saw this and it reminded me of your SoftSoap! https://www.tumblr.com/imshymorph/742155719451754496/i-kind-of-hinted-at-this-in-my-last-softsoap-fic

I know he has a whole folder on his phone that is just pictures of the two of you with dumb hairdos, wearing masks and fuzzy headbands. He takes at least 5 pictures, each one dumber (and cuter) than the one before. 100% uses them as his phone wallpaper too.

#morph speaks #cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #johnny mctavish x reader

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Would anyone be interested in being added to a taglist for an upcoming Alex Keller x reader story?

Snippet under the cut

“You don’t have to do this” he ran a hand through his hair as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Sure I do, if we’re admitting things…wanted to for a while now”

“That so boss?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, studying you on your knees in front of him, hands pausing as you reach for the waistband of his pants.

[imshymorph]

this is how i imagine simon to look like, pls don’t talk to me i’ll be staring at this for hours.

look at how far ive come as an artist 😭😭😭

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Remember how i said i’d post about Ghost? Well, here it is, but i’m not sure how soft it is. It’s hurt-comfort with about 99% hurt and 1% comfort. enjoy :) a/n: this one is kinda long, a little over 1.7k words. i’d like to say it’s properly proof read but i’m exhausted so i might’ve not done a great job.

Simon was in the small balcony in his flat in Manchester, cigarette hanging from his parted lips as he looked out at the empty streets below and then to the dark clouds above. It had to be close to 3am, he had gotten back from a mission less than a week ago. Hadn’t slept or eaten properly before shipping out two weeks prior either.

He tried to convince himself he was fine, he had gone for longer with as little sleep and food. Had managed all kinds of tortures and traumas, he’d handle this too. He refused to acknowledge the way his body had started to feel heavier, how he almost felt delirious. Not even sure when he had come out with the intention to smoke. Time stopped making sense a while ago.

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When he heard a sound coming from inside his shoulders tensed, even if it could have been anything really. Or even nothing at all, seeing how exhausted he really was. But he still turned, trespassing the balcony’s frame as his tired but well trained eyes studied the inside of his living room. Nothing seemed amiss.

When he was about to turn again to go back out, he heard some shifting and then a voice. “Thought you said you were quitting, Riley.” His whole body tenses, his hand reaching up to take the almost fully burned through cigarette off his lips.

“Who is there?” He asks, his voice rough and gravely from disuse and tiredness. His eyes took in every inch of the room, much more alert than before. He couldn’t identify where the voice was coming from.

“You don’t know me? Think harder, Si.” He did know, of course he did. But it couldn’t be. There was no way he was hearing your voice.

If he had been tense before, it was like he was completely frozen now, body trembling. It couldn’t be you, but there was no other explanation. He swallowed thickly, needing a minute to focus again. The cigarette had fully consumed itself and slipped past his trembling fingertips to the hardwood floor under him, he didn’t even notice. “Doll? It can’t… Where are you?”

“Right behind you, darling.” You said softly, and he felt like his heart would up and leave his chest when your arms wrapped around his waist from behind. His breath stuttered as your chest pressed to his back, more when your lips kissed the space between his shoulders. “I missed you.” you said softly, and despite the way your words were muffled against his back and he was exhausted, he heard you as clear as day.

A shiver ran through his spine and in just a second he had turned around, wrapping you in his arms and tucking you against his chest, away from the rest of the world. “Missed you too, doll.” he barely murmured, “thought i… I didn't think I'd see you again.” he rasped out, his throat clenching and eyes watering as he held you.

“We promised we’d always find each other, right?” Gods, your voice was as sweet and soothing as he remembered. His embrace tightened and maybe it was the lack of sleep, lack of eating, how much he had missed you or all of them at once. But before he could even realise, he had buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tears slowly wetting your skin and the collar of your shirt.

“There’s no need to cry, Si, darling. I’m here now.” you whisper softly, and the way your hand buries in his overgrown hair, no longer kept buzzed, just makes him cry harder. He had missed this, missed you. All of you. “I’m always with you.”

“I miss you.” He murmured, voice gruff and strained against the skin of your neck. “Every single day, doll.” A soft and hiccupy sigh left him when your hand started to rub his back, the familiarity and comfort of the movement helping him recover his breath.

“Look at me, darling.” You say softly, rubbing his shoulders as his head slowly pulls back from its hiding place. Your hands then slide up his neck and to his cheeks, gently cupping them, drying his tears with your thumbs. “It wasn’t your fault, Simon. Don’t blame yourself, darling.”

Maybe it was your words, your tone or your touch. Hell it was probably all of them at once. But hearing that reassurance leave your lips made his head lower as he pulled you into his chest again. This time his face buried into your hair, smelling the scent he could only find left on your pillow. His eyes closed tightly as the memories rushed back, his hold around you tightened and he cried harder.

You pulled him close, your hands gently guiding his head back down to the crook of your neck. Just like you had done so many times before, when he had woken up after a horrendous nightmare. “I don’t blame you, Simon. No one does.” You reassure softly, keeping a hand on the back of his neck, grounding him. “Don’t do this to yourself, my love.”

He remained silent for a bit, your touch and voice slowly grounding him, pulling him from the memories that plagued his mind. “I should’ve been there. Should’ve known.” He whispers, and his voice is so shaky and weak that it feels like your heart is being shattered.

“Simon, you would have done more if you could have, darling. There was no way for you to know, no way to prevent it.” You reassured, one hand always on the back of his neck, thumb gently rubbing the side of it. The other one around his waist, having found its way under his shirt to make direct contact with his skin.

“I know” He murmurs, focusing on your touch, your smell and your warmth. Focusing on how you looked as stunning as the time he had first met you. Focusing on how he had you with him, then and there. “But still… I miss you so much.” he said in a shaky whisper.

“I know, darling. I miss you too, everyday.” You whisper back, your lips pressing on his forehead and a wave of warmth filling him from head to toes as consequence. “I know it’s hard, I know you’re scared. But you have to keep going, Si.” Your words, the softness and love they carried for him made him feel like he was laying under the shadow of a tree on a warm spring day. “If you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for me, my love.”

He didn’t reply for a long time, just stayed in your arms. Hearing your even breathing, feeling your stable heartbeat under his fingertips that rested on the pulsepoint on your neck. He just took a moment to feel, to feel you with him, to feel all the pain and the relief. All the love and the fear. “I’ll try for you, doll” he eventually managed to whisper.

“You’ll manage, I know you will.” You whisper softly, close to his ear so all he could hear and think of was you. “And someday, we’ll meet again. Don’t know when or where. But I know we will, Simon.” you reassure, his eyes closing as the both of you swayed softly from side to side.

“When we do,” He whispers after a comfortable silence, “I won't ever let you go. Not again.” He holds you a little tighter, his focus on you and solely you, his flat around him long forgotten as he swayed with you.

“We’ll stay together, darling. There’s nowhere else where I'd rather be but with you.” You whisper softly, and the light squeeze you give to the back of his neck only makes him melt into you. “I’m yours, always will be.”

He held you tightly, his head raising for your neck so he could kiss your forehead. “And I'll always be yours, always.” he murmured, his lips still brushing your forehead as he did. He had to stay like that for a few more seconds before he could manage to properly look at you.

The amount of love and adoration that your gaze held for him made him turn into mush. He could never understand, probably never would. But somehow he had managed to make a place for himself in your heart, even if he didn’t deserve it. And when he saw your face again, looking at him in such a sweet way, he felt like he was being torn apart just to be put back together by your soft touch.

“We’ll meet again, Si, on a sunny day.” you whispered softly, your hands moving to cup his cheeks. “Until then, keep going for me.” Your thumb brushed his cheekbone, your eyes always so kind looked into his.

“We’ll meet again.” He whispered back, his eyes closing as you pulled him into you once more, swaying the both of you. The soft motion started to make him feel more and more tired, the lack of sleep finally taking its toll as his breathing slowly evened out, his hold on you a bit more lax yet heavy.

“I love you, Simon.” You whispered, pulling him into the most loving kiss he had ever felt. His head leaned back against your shoulder as you held him close. And as he slowly drifted off into sleep, all he could feel was the touch of your lips on his, your body around him and the soft whisper of your love.

By the time Simon woke up it was almost midday. His brows furrowed as he felt around the bed, what used to be your side of the bed cold. His eyes slowly opened as he took in the room, as empty as it had been since your funeral, nearly everything hidden in the closet or under the bed so he wouldn’t be constantly reminded of what had happened.

He let out a deep sigh, moving to your side of your bed and tightly hugging you pillow to his chest. His eyes closed again as he pulled the covers higher, and a smile appeared on his lips when your i love you resonated in his ears.

He’d do it, he’d keep going only so he could meet you again.

#simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #hurt/comfort #more hurt than comfort tbh #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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Gather around everyone, here’s some soft!Gaz headcanons. Idk if it's a blorbo or me ranting and fangirling but i need to share the brain rot. another post today cause fuck it, i’ve been thinking about it for a while. also this was like a constant stream of thought and not proof read.

I truly don’t understand why this man gets ignored so much and I never will. He literally has everything you could ever want, saying he’s a ten doesn’t cut it. And yet I barely see people talking about him. (Except the gaz nation pookies, I see you).

This man absolutely bags the hottest significant other, doesn’t even know how. Don’t get me wrong, he 100% has rizz but he’s also just naturally attractive and inviting so i feel like by the time he starts to flirt on purpose it’s been two hours of pure smoothness. He’s also absolutely whipped but plays it off really smoothly.

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Not only does he bag the hottest and meanest pookie aka you, but he also absolutely knows he did. And he’ll let right about everyone else know. I do think he’s more private about his life than say Soap, so it’s not like he’ll stop a random recruit and tell him about you (which i truly believe Johnny would do). But he has absolutely followed Price around base while he tells him about the two weeks leave he took to be with you.

Poor Price on his desk, dealing with the paperwork that comes as a necessity after Ghost and Soap blew something up during a drill that didn’t involve explosives at all. Not only is he having to fill out like fifteen different forms and reports, but he has Gaz sitting across from him, scrolling through his gallery and showing pictures of the place he took you out to on your Friday dinner date. Not only that but if Price just pretends to look but doesn’t actually pay attention Kyle will know and insist until the captain actually looks at the slideshow.

He doesn’t hammer your dates' knowledge onto Soap and Ghost as much, but he’ll definitely do subtle flexes. He chest the time on his phone instead of his watch so they’ll see the picture of you he has as a background. If someone brings up a weekend plan he’ll say how he can’t because he’s already going out with his darling. Subtly will tell anyone that will listen how you got him his new shirt, pants, cap, whatever it is tbh.

He also knows every single product that you prefer, doesn’t matter what kind it is. Makeup, skincare, cologne, fabric softener, snacks, beverages, food places, clothing brands. He doesn’t care, he knows all of them by heart. It’s like he has a six sense too, every time you’re close to running out of them he’ll randomly stop in the store on his way back to you from base and get them.

While i headcanon that Johnny gets into skin care after his darling introduces him to it (which you can read here, if you want). I believe Kyle absolutely has his own routine and that he is the one who first brings up the idea of having a spa night once a week. He’s the one to get the products, he even goes all out and does them themed, like by scent or colour or something.

Has a bunch of hoodies in rotation (or any other clothing piece you might steal from him) always making sure to wear at least one of them for a few days before “forgetting” it at yours or “forgetting” to take it to base once you’ve moved in together. He knows how much you love wearing them and how important it is that it smells like him. So he dutifully makes sure you always have a fresh Kyle™ piece of clothing available. Also it absolutely works for him too because he takes back the one you’ve had with you meanwhile. The mix of your cologne, body wash and fabric softener his favourite scent for sure.

And last but not least of my Gaz is the perfect boyfriend agenda (for today) is the fact that i know he just gives the best back massages. You don’t even have to ask for it, he’ll just come to the living room, lightly pat your shoulder so you move forward. He fits himself between the couch and your back and just gives you the massage of your life. He just laughs it off when you tell him he could be a masseuse if he ever retires from the military.

It takes less than 5 minutes to have you absolutely melting, and when he’s pleased with how comfortable and relaxed you look he just pulls you back against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder as you sit between his legs, the both of you watching a random show he saw good ratings of.

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle gaz x you #gaz x reader #gaz cod #gaz call of duty #gaz nation #soft!gaz

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Here’s soft!price, i’m sure you missed him or at least i did. Of course as soon as i say i’ll write and post about ghost i get ideas for everyone and their mother and write those instead.

I believe that sometimes, when John is away for a mission and struggles to fall asleep, he thinks back to moments in your relationship.

Like now, it had been at least an hour since he had left the rec room where the rest of the task force had been chatting after supper. He had gotten ready for bed and finally found a comfortable position. And yet here he was, still awake despite how tired he really felt.

And just like any other time he had the chance to, he let himself think of you. First he was thinking about how you'd probably be knocked out by now, for sure falling asleep while the two of you watched a movie on the couch and cuddled.

- - - - -

How he'd pause it so you wouldn't miss anything, pick you up carefully to not wake you and carry you to bed. Hold you close and pull the covers around you both before pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering a soft "i love you".

A little amused smile appeared on his lips when those three little words made him jump onto a different memory. One that you referred to as "the unofficial first i love you".

It had started when John received a call from the hospital, not giving the nurse the chance to say more than your name and at what desk he should ask to see you before he was fleeing base and coming to you (even if at that time you hadn’t been together for that long).

To this day you defend how overly dramatic he was, sure you had been in the ER, but it had been "just" because of a minor concussion. You had wanted to snack on some chocolate covered almonds while watching your show, but when you went to get them you had realised the little container had been pushed to the farthest part of the cupboard. Even in your tiptoes, your fingers only grazed the container, not getting enough of a grip to pull it forward.

Determined to have your snack you had gotten a step stool (which John had been happy to hear because he had worked really hard on getting rid of your dumb habit of climbing on the counter). What you hadn’t noticed was that the damned kitchen faucet had been leaking again. So when you got on it and leaned forward, the stool slid back, the movement making you bend forward and smack your head on the cupboard’s edge. After feeling dizzy you had called for a cab and gotten to the ER. And there you were, waiting for him to pick you up.

He had gotten leave for the first few days and kept to deskwork for a couple weeks after to make sure he was available were anything else to happen. He was glad he had done so, as the first week had mainly been you on bedrest with a killer headache, feeling dizzy nearly every time you sat up, almost nauseated whenever you had to walk to the bathroom.

He now was able to admit to himself without guilt that, despite how much he hated the circumstances (the faucet didn’t have the chance to be leaky again from then until you moved in together to the house you now share. And your step stools have grippy stickers on the feet) he loved the perfect excuse it gave him to baby you and hold you all day. Which had led to the memory that made him smile every time.

“John, I'm bored… Talk to me about something.” You murmured, your head resting on the crook of his neck to shield your eyes from the light that managed to filter through the curtains. “Anything, really.”

“Hmm, let me think.” He murmured, his gruff and low voice surprisingly being of help with your headache, giving you something to focus on instead of the pain. “I actually thought about this last week… You haven’t been to France, have you? Maybe when you recover we could plan a weekend trip to Paris.”

He couldn’t help but smile when he heard you chuckle, although it withered a bit when a small pained whimper followed, the pair flaring at the effort. “I’m okay.” You reassured almost instantly, “I just hadn’t expected the topic to be France.”

A low chuckle left him as well, “well, you said I could talk about anything, love.” He justified it with a small self-pleased smile before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Need me to bring anything to help with the pain?”

“No, it’s fine.” You reassured softly, adjusting a bit in his arms. “Don’t change topics now, you were promising to take me on a trip.” you say lightheartedly, earning a small laugh from him. “I’m making a big effort here to recover, I better get something good after.”

He chuckled again, one hand moving to rub your back, making you smile against his neck. “Making the effort for me or for the trip, doll?” He teased, but he froze when your answer came, his heart beating faster than he could admit and the warmth on his cheeks luckily hidden by his beard.

“For you, of course.” It had been so simple, and yet he had to stare at the ceiling for a full minute to recover from it, feeling like his heart could jump out of his chest at any moment. And before he could realise, he had gently held your chin and pulled back a bit to look you in the eye.

“I hope you don’t tease me for the rest of our lives for saying this now, but… I love you, I love you so much.” His words had left in a soft murmur, his eyes matching your widening ones as you both processed the moment.

A small shaky breath left you and despite your prominent headache you lunged forward, pressing your lips to his in what he still considered one of the best kisses he had ever received (the list was pretty long but all of them classified after the one on your wedding). “I love you too.” you had said softly as you pulled back, just to immediately slap his shoulder. “But why tell me now, you twat. I’m stuck in bed, we can’t do anything cute like a date night.”

It had caused him to chuckle then and it did now as he adjusted his pillow and pulled the covers a little higher. The official version according to you was a month later, when you both had snuck away for a weekend to the Paris trip he had promised. You had planned an incredibly cliché day out but pretty much none of it had worked out when a storm had drenched the whole city. Somehow you had found yourself taking cover in a quaint and cosy jazz club where you had spent all night chatting away in a small booth.

He could still remember the adoring look in your eyes when he had turned back to you after ordering new drinks for you both. And when you had leaned in and said those three little words, he had known he had been right to say it a month before. His heart soaring and his whole body thrumming in delight when he whispered it back before kissing you.

With a soft smile and a quiet murmur of I love you, John passed his thumb over the wedding band that hung around his neck along with his dog tags before finally falling asleep.

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #captain price cod #captain john price #cod mw2 #captain price mw2 #captain price x reader #john price x reader #soft!price

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update: i’m being indecisive in between posting a long ass chapter and then adding stuff whenever inspiration comes.

or if i should do the two parts i had planned, a third one that rounds up a bit more the basic plot and then on doing blorbo.

when i say a long ass chapter i mean it has a little over 3k words. which isn’t too crazy but much longer than i usually do

so yeah, when my two braincells stop fighting about it i’ll post coparent!ghost

pd: i have more parts of the death!ghost x life!reader ready but when i tell you i’m fighting for my life to find the right pics on pinterest

okay, so my ideas for soft!ghost have gone so far around that all i have right now it’s a google document with almost 7 pages of coparent!ghost and it’s honestly more angst than fluff.

but don’t worry because it’ll get fluffy! …eventually

anyway i’ll probably post at least the first part later, the first one is about as long as i usual make them but the second one is like 5 pages long so it might’ve gotten a little out of hand.

i also have an idea for soft!soap that i’ll most probably upload today and many many thoughts i’ll be working on.

i also think there’ll be a bit more of a “canon” part of the story and then loose blurbs about cute things with ghost and the baby or the three of them. just so you guys can get some fluff while these two sort their issues out!

#morph speaks #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

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Johnny is part of the man cold society™ and no one can convince me of the contrary, so here’s some clingy and soft!johnny who caught a cold. (probably as consequence of a dumb bet with Gaz or something)

Think about it, Johnny laying in bed, constantly moving and adjusting because his body aches from the low fever he has. He constantly sniffs and clears his throat, his nose stuffy and clogged and his throat sore and itchy. You know he must be really uncomfortable, you really do. Knowing that he had struggled to sleep the night before, coughing fits constantly waking both of you.

But you can’t help yourself when you let out a little laugh as you sit on the edge of bed beside him, feeling his forehead to check his temperature. He gives you a nasty look, “ugh, i hate this.” he complains, trying to adjust once more.

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You smile amusedly, running your fingers through his mohawk, pushing it back so it won’t stick to his clammy forehead. “You turn into such a baby.” you joke, receiving yet another side eye. You giggle and lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, which is enough for him to soften a bit. “Here, this’ll help.” You say, handing him the little cup with the medicine in it, you were honestly glad you weren’t sick too, because that thing was disgusting.

“Bonnie, no.” he grumbles, covering his face with a pillow, hiding from the tiny cup. It’s another minute of his dramatics before he sighs and pushes the pillow to the side, grabbing the medicine and throwing it back as if it were a tequila shot. He makes a grimace and shudders as he gulps it down. “That tastes horrible.” he complains as he leans back against the pillows.

You chuckle, “It’s supposed to taste bad so babies don’t chug it down or something like that.” You take the small cup from him and leave it on the bedside table, handing him water to wash off the flavour.

“Yeah, no wonder they won’t.” He grumbles, drinking about half of the cup before giving it back. He twists and turns again, burying his head in the mountain of pillows he has accumulated. He looks at you for a moment before a small grin appears, “Give me a kiss to make it better.” he says, puckering his lips.

You roll your eyes but lean in anyway, pressing a soft peck to his lips. “Nuh-uh,” you say before he complains, “that’s all you get. I don’t want to be sick.”

He sighs, burying his head on the pillows again. “Is it illegal to be clingy?” He asks indignantly, “Because I dinnae think so. I'm sick, I need kisses. And attention.” he keeps on grumbling. It just makes you chuckle again, more so because he’s had a hand resting on your leg this whole time.

“You’re always clingy, darling.” You tease with a smile, another laugh leaving you as he huffs and puffs indignantly, having to fight with his pile of pillows to turn and look at you.

“I need yer touch, bonnie. I dinnae ken how long I have left.” he justifies, sitting up a bit to wrap his arms around you and pull you down on the bed with him, causing you to yelp. In just a second he’s laying with his head on your chest, arms around your waist and legs tangled with yours. He lets out a small sigh, absolutely pleased with himself.

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him, one hand moving to play with his hair. “Love, you’ve got the flu, you’re not on your deathbed. You’ve been through worse” you say bemused.

“Ye never ken, lass.” He murmurs, snuggling closer until his body is completely flush against you, “jus’ hold me. Need it” And you let out a little amused snort but still comply, holding him even when he falls asleep as you run your fingers up and down his back, drawing random shapes. A small smile forming on your lips when he finally gets some much needed rest.

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #soap x reader #cod mw2 #soft!soap #soft!johnny