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celestialwhoree · 2 days

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Say Goodnight n Go 6 out this weekend sorry for the Nik neglect🥴

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #Nikto #cod nikto #Nikto x reader #nikto x y/n #nikto x f!reader #nikto x you #call of duty nikto #mwii nikto #celestialwhoree #say goodnight n go

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minihotdog · 2 months

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Have You Seen My Boyfriend?

Summary: You see Simon in the mask for the first time

C/W: angst (?)

A/N: I've been wanting to write this fic for a while now and I didn't really know what to do with it BUT @celestialwhoree wrote this lovely fic right here and it lit a fire under my ass. I also don't think Simon would wear his mask outside of combat-active areas sooo I threw that out the window to make this work.

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He didn’t even remember that he still had that damn balaclava on when they touched down on the runway. Months had gone by and eventually, as it always did, it began to feel like a second skin.

He never let you see him with it on either. Simon made sure to keep Ghost on the field and Simon at home. He’d watched countless men throughout his career take work home with them and the damage it left on everyone they touched. He wasn’t perfect. He had his own struggles in disconnecting from the adrenaline and danger, but he’d been meticulous so far.

Since you came into his life the balaclava stayed in his ready-to-go bag that you weren’t allowed to touch.

The bulk of the unit grabs their bags and heads towards the hangar as fast as they can, happy to be freed from the C-130 they’d been cramped into like sardines for hours. Their families wait for them, cheering as they get closer.

Simon knew you didn’t like crowds and messaged you to meet him at the compound instead, he’d instructed a private to let you inside the barrack’s common area to wait for him.

You were sitting on an ugly old brown couch fidgeting with your fingers. He’d been gone for months and your excitement to have him back home was mixing with the anxiety of being in this environment that didn’t feel right for you to be in. You wondered if he’d get in trouble for letting you be there.

At some point, you get on your feet and begin pacing away from the door in case they barge in to take you away for being in a restricted area unsupervised.

Simon detours to throw his bags in his office before heading towards the common area. His weapon and clips are long gone, turned into the armory waiting for his next embarkment. His vest is still snug on his frame, his skeleton-printed gloves still donned with months of sweat and grime soaked into the fabric, and his forgotten balaclava sticking to him absentmindedly.

You jump out of your skin in fear when the door swings open and spin around on your heels to meet your awaiting demise. Your nerves don’t subside when a giant man steps into the room. All the air suddenly gets sucked out.

He’s covered head to toe and the only thing your eyes can focus on is the skull print on his face. He closes the door behind him, his eyes not leaving yours.

You swallow harshly, trying to force words out. Or do anything to save yourself.

“Have you seen my boyfriend?” You squeak out. You watch the mask move over his features and you avoid his eyes at all costs. The overcast from the eyeholes makes them look like black holes.

“Y/n,” He breathes out while taking a step closer. You swear to yourself he almost sounds like your Simon but the alarm bells continue going off at the sight of him. You take a step back and in his exhausted state, it finally clicks. His eyes close and his eyebrows furrow in disbelief. He looks over you taking in your reluctance and the fear coursing through you.

Fuckin’ Hell

He reaches up slowly to not scare you. His fingers pull at the fabric at the top of his head slowly pulling the balaclava off to reveal his all-to-familiar face, his messy blond locs sticking out in every direction.

“Jesus, Simon!” You gasp, running to him and banging on his chest. “You scared the shit out of me! What the fuck!”

He wraps his arms around you, pinning you to his chest. You writhe in his arms trying to escape.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to.”

You look up into his sad chocolate brown eyes now freed from the darkness that hid them before. “I never wanted you to see that, doll. That isn’t me, I promise.” His voice comes out soft and full of regret.

He yanks his gloves off letting them fall to the ground so he can lace his fingers in your hair. He holds you against his chest, occasionally brushing his lips against your forehead.

Cats out of the bag.

He doesn’t know what to do now. What if this is the start of something he can’t prevent?

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley drabble

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thegreyjoyed · 3 months

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Adding onto this post by @celestialwhoree 💖💖

Edit: this is ghost btw I never really said that but implied it oops

* Having a tall boyfriend who never bends to you :(( and makes you work to even get a little kiss!!

* He only occasionally bends down to you, curving you against his body as he pushes his mask up a little and cups your face oh so gently and kisses you!!

* He thinks it’s funny to stand up extra tall and make you climb him, he thinks it’s funny to tilt his head back and make you either climb some piece of furniture or get a foothold on his waist and kiss him

* He always gets smacked(lightly) on the chest or stomach for making you have to climb him to even get a lil smooch from your boyfriend!

* “C’mon lovie, you wan’ a kiss, gotta work for it.”

* Then right after you’re a lil annoyed at him for making you climb him and he’d bend down, pull you against him and give you a lil kiss on the neck

* You get all upset and huffy puffy at him when he makes you work for it, and all you want is a little kiss!! Not all the work he makes you do for one

* He feels a lil bad and pulls his mask up, bends down and makes sure to pull you close to his body and gives you a kiss that you KNOW is full of love

* He still thinks it’s funny though

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celestialwhoree · 5 days

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If there's one thing that Simon loves about coming home from deployment, it's being able to absolutely spoil his girlfriend rotten. There's nothing quite like coming home with a pay check lining his pockets, and a sweet little bird chirping to him about the newest lipgloss, lingerie set or outfit she's seen online, trying to be subtle in the way she asks him to buy it.

Who's he to say no? Honestly, so long as he can follow her dutifully around Sephora, carrying her little basket and getting a good look at her ass, he really can't complain. Equally, he's more than fine with being a walking lipstick tester, making sure all of her chosen products are as transfer proof as the packaging claims them to be.

Admittedly, he does have to steer her away from the pet store, following a series of bunny related incidents which don't get brought up anymore. Thankfully, the Le Creuset store is only a couple of shops down, and have just restocked the pink, heart shaped Dutch oven she's been pining for, but absolutely cannot justify spending two hundred and something pounds on. He can though. He'll let money trickle through his fingers like sand so long as it means seeing her happy.

Lucky for him, she just has to express her gratitude for him buying her all of those lovely things. Said gratitude obviously expressed in bounding out into their bedroom as he sits reading the news in bed, wearing nothing but some little lace and silk teddy, which he can't wait to sink his teeth into.

a little something to apologise for my absence 🤭

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celestialwhoree · 16 days

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Giggly, fluffy, post deployment sex w/ Simon 🥴🫶 I don't know what possessed me to write this, but it's here I guess

like baaaaarely nsfw but still, mdni💕

"S' - Got the - zoomies." You pant, giggling breathlessly as Simon stills from where he'd been plunging into you, a confused brow raised, prompting you to explain yourself as you lay laughing beneath his massive torso.

"The fuck is a zoomie? S'that like a drug or some shite? Are you on drugs?" Suddenly he's massively concerned, always so worried about everything that could possibly harm you in any way. It also doesn't help that his phone is some ancient brick that's survived countless falls, literal gunfights, and his day-to-day life, which is a miracle in itself.

The perplexed look on his face only serves to make you laugh further, gripping your stomach as you wheeze incoherently, babbling about how he's so old, and that the stone age called. Meanwhile, he gives you a little slap on the ass, just to attempt to regain the reins on the situation and save himself the embarrassment.

"Zoomies are like - like cats!" You heave, still clutching your stomach, unable to stop the way you howl with laughter at your normally stoic boyfriend, blushing like an idiot, burying his face against your clavicle.

"I don't - I'm not going to ask." He sighs in faux disappointment, unable to hide the way his heart warms at seeing your bright smile, hearing you laugh after having been away for so long.

"M'kay." You agree, laugh dying down slightly, leaving you with a tummy ache. "Sorry, carry on."

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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🎀🩷

John Price & his wifey💕

Price considers himself a somewhat traditional man, and he's proud of it! Not in the sense that he believes that women belong in the kitchen and that men should call the shots, but in the belief that women should be respected - looked after.

His now wife is perfectly happy to indulge him in that way. She's far from docile or subservient like most men expect of housewives, oh no, she's an absoulute firecracker when it comes down to it, which only makes John love her more.

She's happy to play house, 'hold down the fort' as John calls it, which makes her feel important. He works so fucking hard, and she just wants him to have a beautiful home and lots of yummy food to come back to.

She has a part time job or works from home, because she flat out refuses to be financially dependent on anyone. Upon marrying John, though, she was able to quit her 9-5 that made her miserable and persue her passions.

John gets her a dog to keep her company until they can think about starting a family proper. He's most definitely antsy to have kids with her though. He's already training up his subordinates to a standard which will allow him to take a more hands off approach and spend more time at home.

The 141 know he's married, but John only really talks about her when asked. He wants to protect her, but also wants to seperate the little life he's building for himself from the blood and gore of the life he's getting ready to leave behind.

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celestialwhoree · 1 month

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Just going to leave this here and then sneak away! K bye! 🎀🩰

John Price is a man who runs on instinct. After years in the forces, he has to be. He's learned that the feeling in his gut is almost never wrong, and learning how to trust it is a skill. Right now though? He's wishing that his stomach would stop roiling. He's so anxious he feels like he might actually be sick. Kyle sits earnestly at his side, hunched over in the plastic hospital chair nursing a long gone flat vending machine Coke.

They've been tuning out your screams for a good three hours now.

Something within John breaks with every guttural cry that sounds from under the doorway. He's heard so many countless screams of agony from faceless people. They've been and gone in his head like a passing storm. Yours, he thinks, will stick for a lifetime.

Realistically, he knows that you're safe. Receiving the best care you possibly can, safe within the walls of the modern private hospital his insurance more than covers. He also can't help but remind himself just how complicated giving birth can be - and you're so delicate to him.

He's not actually sure when Kyle got here, having been running on autopilot since your contractions started yesterday. All the boys love you just as much as you do them, and when he'd messaged their shared group with a simple: > On way to hospital now. they'd been so shit scared.

Each one of them had opted to take up shifts staying beside their captain in the hospital, waiting earnestly for if they were at all needed. Johnny had picked up groceries, claiming that he' d best know what to get for a new mum, seeing as he's the only one besides Price who actually has sisters, and a niece of his own. None of them would ever admit that they also wanted to be the first to see little baby Price, and to check in on his wife who'm they'd grown to love so much, but there'd definitely been attempts on all three sides to work out when the baby would approximately pop, so that they could time their stint accordingly.

"Think she's okay in there?" John croaks, lifting his head from his palms, squinting at the fluorescent hall lights with a tired grunt.

Kyle swallows the sip of Coke in his mouth before responding. "She's a trooper. I think if anyone can handle having a baby, it's your missus."

Hours later, your small hospital room falls silent, and John is immediately up on his feet, back ramrod straight, everything alert. And then, a baby cries. It's a little hiccuping whinge at first, but then his baby seems to find their voice, wailing up a storm.

"You should go. See them." Kyle prompts quietly, noticing his captain's reverie as he just stands there staring at the closed door.

Nurses file out one by one, whilst he makes his way in, a dazed sort of look on his face as he sees the swaddles blanket you hold close to your chest, gurgling softly as tiny fat fists reach out to your nose.

The stillness in the room is like time stops entirely, only finally broken by a soft "Hey." as your husband makes his way quietly to your side.

"Hi." You breathe, a soft smile blossoming on your tired face, scooting along in the hospital bed so he can sit beside you.

The reverence on his face as he looks down towards the face of such a small creature is a look only talked about in fairytales. A look that tells you that your baby is the luckiest child in the world to have a dad like John.

"She's a girl." You laugh softly, noticing the look on John's face, the one that says he's holding his tongue.

"Oh, my baby girl." Tears spring to his cerulean eyes as he brushes a gentle finger down the soft slope of her tiny nose.

For a moment, the two - three - of you sit in total stillness, entirely enraptured by the tiny human you currently keep held so closely to your chest. Until there's a quiet, tentative knock on the door.

"Mrs Price? Can we come in?" Kyle's voice comes softly from the other side, but before you can even finish your "Yes" not just Kyle, but also Simon and Johnny are practically barrelling into the room, barely able to contain their intrigue as they lock eyes with the little blanket wrapped parcel they've been waiting nine months to meet.

The minute you invite them to look at the sleeping face of your daughter, they're practically tripping over themselves to see the much anticipated baby Price.

"Looks jus' like her mam." Johnny observes, whilst Simon just stares, and Kyle busies himself with taking a picture of you, John and your baby girl.

"Bought 'er a present, mrs Price." Simon admits a little sheepishly as he pulls a haphazardly wrapped parcel from his coat pocket. A stuffed ghost teddy only just the size of your fist. "To remind 'er that uncle ghost is always looking out for her."

You're practically crying at the thought behind his gift, carefully side-hugging the lieutenant with the arm that's not holding your daughter.

"We're all here for her. And for you. Always. One for one and that."

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celestialwhoree · 1 month

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here’s another fluff ask 🫣🤭 i’m a sucker for fluff. anyway, older bf! price (20s reader and 30s price) where it’s late at night and he rolls over and reader is still on their phone and they just snatch it saying it’s “bedtime”. tbh that’s the only way that’ll get me to go to sleep

Katz?!!?!?!?!? I'd very politely like to eat your brain please and thanks💕

The bright screen of your phone somehow manages to illuminate the whole of you and John's shared space as you absently scroll through another video. John, on the other hand, has you settled against his side, one hand combing through your hair whilst the other hold up his latest read. The duality isn't lost on you, nor him.

"What's got you giggling, hm?" He croons, his gravelly, tired voice making you blush, even after having dated for coming up two years. "Cat." You rumble back absently, turning the screen of your phone his way to show John the video you'd been so entertained by - literally just a cat eating a treat. John nods slowly, trying not to visibly wince at the bright light assaulting his eyes. He's seen explosions with less lumens. "Mm. Very cute." It's impossible for him not to notice the way your eyes droop, occasionally closing for a few seconds before you seem to snap yourself awake again. "I think it's time we get some sleep, hm?" And with a tactical move John's come to use many times - shifting his position to drop a kiss to your forehead, whilst simultaneously grabbing your phone - the screen has gone dark and you're suddenly reminded of how tired you are.

The minute your head hits the pillow, you're a goner. "Better?" John murmurs, scooping you up to rest your head on his chest so that his other arm can wrap protectively around your back. There's some instincts he just can't kick, and there's some that he doesn't want to - namely protecting you, even in the safety of your own home. You give a hum of confirmation as you snuggle up against the soft muscle of his chest, breathing in the scent of musky cologne and washing powder. It's always comical how quickly you manage to drop off the minute he takes your phone away, your breathing growing slow and heavy as your eyes fall closed. As always - not that you need to know - the minute he's sure you're asleep, he's grabbing his book back up from the nightstand and delving back in from where he left off.

I 💕 u Katz my lovely - sorry I didn't get round to this sooner! 💖

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celestialwhoree · 22 days

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💕have you seen that tiktok trend of girls calling their boyfriends their husbands? got me thinking how the cod men would react to it (not tiktok related ofc)💕

I love it I love it I love it 🥲🤚

Price already calls his partner 'The Mrs', 'The Wife' et cetera, so I don't think he'd be too surprised if his girlfriend was on the phone with her girlfriends or something making plans and she lets a "Let me check with the husband, one sec" slip. They also have very open conversations about marriage and what their future will look like, so husband, Mrs and other honorifics aren't some huge surprise or foreshadowing for an oncoming proposal.

Kyle's girlfriend is always calling him random things she's seen online. He awkwardly had to ask her whether calling someone 'pookie' was a good thing, to which she went on an hour long tangent of the 'lore'. She spends a lot of time online, whilst he has a private instagram page with like twenty followers and no profile picture which he uses exclusively to post workout pictures or hype her up in the comments of her own posts. If (when) she calls him husband, he knows it's not serious, but he's flattered nonetheless.

Simon knows that his girlfriend has a tendency to call him her husband when she's jealous. Girl getting to close to him at the pub? Husband. Some girl commenting on one of his (very infrequent) posts? Husband. She probably even goes so far as to take his phone to change his instagram bio to her username with a ring emoji. He's perfectly happy to go along with whatever makes her happy, and buys a shiny promise ring online for when they go out to really play up the marriage act.

Johnny actually shits his pants when she calls him hubby, or something along those lines, thinking she's found the engagement ring he's waiting for the right time to pull out. He freaks out when she says it, until she reassures him that it's just a trend, and she doesn't expect him to propose at any time soon. From then on out, he puts the ring box in a new hiding spot every couple of days, just to make sure that she doesn't find it. She already knows he's bought it, but she'll play along.

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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John Price with his slightly too smart gf☄️✎

She knows just a little too much about everything. Technically works a desk job for the 141 - through Laswell, who's some distant relative of hers.

Just so happens to stumble her way upon redacted files, full of stuff she already knows, far less black tape than there should be for some mere assistant.

John goes away, and he can't tell her where, but she already knows, not that she'll mention it outright because she's not supposed to know.

She's got access to all secure lines of contact, and conveniently calls at the times best for him despite the fact that she shouldn't know where he is.

He only knows little snippets of her childhood, knows that she moved around more than most, speaks multiple languages and prefers to keep to herself and their quiet little life.

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celestialwhoree · 15 days

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Simon only keeps a few things from his life in Manchester before he joined the military, mostly just a couple of Tommy's things (maybe some comics and an old football they used to kick around) and his Grandma's wedding ring that his mum never got the chance to wear (she didn't want to tie it to bad memories) it's a lovely, unassuming little thing that he keeps boxed up in a drawer somewhere, and when he finally meets someone that makes him think that it might be time to get it out, he knows for sure that she's the one.

#celestialwhoree #made myself a bit weepy thinking about this #the thought only came about because I'm cleaning my jewellery #Simon ghost Riley #ghost headcannons #Simon riley head cannons #Simon Riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #ghost call of duty #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #simon Riley angst

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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John Price with a lowk Bimbo!Gf🌷💖

She's literally just the nicest human being ever, so gentle and kind and unassuming.

He loves spending time with her - It's easy, he doesn't have to worry about anything aside from where she wants to go and what she wants to do or wear.

The 141 adore her. Her energy around base is infectious and her little giggles and funny jokes light up the room. It also helps that she's an incredible baker and is always bringing in her cakes and goodies to feed them with.

She's perfectly happy to sit on the common room couch, online shopping or watching cute videos - weirdly becoming part of the furniture despite the fact that she sticks out amongst them like a sore thumb in her little skirts and Mary Janes.

John has her sit on his lap when he fills in mission reports, happy to let her natter away about anything and everything so long as he's got company.

He pays for her nails, and in return she lets him pick the design or colour, and she always gets a little 'JP' drawn on them in glittery cursive to make sure everyone knows that she's his.

She decorates his office slowly over time, incorporating little bits of herself - a favourite candle or a picture of the two of them.

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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🤍🩺

Simon Riley when his partner is sick thoughts!

The moment he notices you getting a little pale and sweaty, he's hoisting you off to bed, stripping you of your thick hoodie (which is actually his, you just stole it) in favour of something lighter, easier to remove when you're hot, and more blankets for if you get too cold.

He's sat beside you in bed, a thermometer in your mouth and the back of his hand on your forehead for assurance that he's not being a helicopter boyfriend, and that his worry is justified.

Despite your insistence that you're not hungry, he calls your favourite takeout place for soup dumplings and ramen, knowing that you won't be able to resist.

He swings by the pharmacy when he goes to get your food, stocking up on painkillers and supplements. He leaves the dog home with you, settled at the foot of your bed to look after you in his absence.

Simon also puts his laptop on the bedside table, quietly playing your favourite SitCom - something that doesn't take too much focus to follow.

He props you up on plushy pillows and feeds you broth, insistent that you need the nutrients, even if you just eat a little bit.

He checks in every half hour, helping you sit up to drink some water or go to the bathroom, also makes sure to prop open the window to let in some fresh air.

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #tf 141 #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #Simon ghost Riley x reader #Simon Riley x y/n #simon ghost Riley x y/n #ghost x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #celestialwhoree

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celestialwhoree · 2 months

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could we maybe get soft price being absolutely whipped for his wife? headcanons or drabble work! no worries if you don’t want to write this <3

Can we get more soft Price

Do the bears shit in the woods? Does the pope wear a hat? Am I feral for John Price?

(Yes)

Firstly, this man has been wanting to get married for so long, he wants someone to call his own. Someone to come home to.

Something in him feels wrong for wanting something so arguably traditional. He wants someone to provide for, someone to protect and come home to.

God if his wife isn’t the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. When he comes home to her snuggled on the sofa, dinner stewing in the Le Creuset he bought her after she said that one of her friends had recommended they get one, his heart swells a little. A lot.

The way she jumps up beaming to welcome him home still makes him a little teary despite having dated for four years and being married for two.

He always thought that men like him didn’t deserve beautiful, gentle, kind women like her. To see her so utterly elated at him merely walking into their entrance hall does something to his soul.

He’s so quick to scoop her up, peppering kisses to her cheeks and nose like he’s not seen her in years, even though he’s only been gone for an afternoon meeting.

The minute he’s home she struggles to let go of him, not when he’s so toasty and soft and warm.

If she makes dinner, he sets the table and washes the dishes afterwards.

Always tells her that the boys and Laswell send their love. They all appreciate his wife just as much as he does, glad that John has finally found his person.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Sorry this is so short!! I don’t have my laptop with me atm and apparently I can’t type on my phone💕

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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More Price x Bimbo!GF🎀🌷

comes barrelling into his office in fits of giggles which have him mildly concerned, shooting her a careful "What did you do?" which only makes her giggle more. "What makes you think I did something?!" She feigns a wounded indignation. "You're giggling like I just caught you with a hand in the cookie jar."

Not even seconds later Ghost comes in with bows tied around his biceps, looking disgruntled and confused "She said she wanted me to be coke ette." He grumbles, looking at her with barely concealed amusement "Coquette, silly! Not Coke ette."

"Sorry, baby, why is my Lieutenant covered in bows?" which only has her huffing about the fact that they're old and don't get it.

Gaz comes in a couple minutes later carrying a massive pink to-go cup which he hands over to her with an affectionate rustle of her hair. "You got Gaz to bring you coffee?" Price seems genuinely incredulous. "I offered, sir."

Literally has the 141 wrapped around her little, pink painted finger.

She's wanted a pink gun since she first started hanging with the 141, even though her aim is horrific and she has literally no inclination to learn how to shoot. She just wants to feel involved.

They get her an airsoft for Christmas so that she can hang out with them during target practise.

Whenever Price comes home with any cuts or scrapes, she's peppering them with little kisses before they're plastered with cute bandaids.

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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Dinner 💌

Your eyes scan for John in the crowd, stopping on a muscled figure in a corner booth nestled at the quiet edge of the high end restaurant - conveniently a place that you'd wanted to try, but had neither the time nor money to enjoy a ninety pound steak. He only spots you when he registers your heels clicking amongst the chatter of the patrons, the sound of your gait something he'd inadvertently committed to memory upon your first day in his office.

"John." You acknowledge with a polite smile, heat running from your temples to the apples of your cheeks when he indicates for you to sit down beside him, and you do as you're told with a subtle nod, setting your purse at your side and producing a small leather notebook, a pen hooked over the front page for easy access.

"You're early, he notes, trying to hide the way his eyes roam over you and the floaty looking fabric of your dress, which he can't help but wonder what it would feel like between his fingers.

"Your watch is behind." You point at the dial before comparing it to your own, which you have a habit of making sure is correct down to the second, seeing as it is your job to be timely not only for yourself, but also your employer, and the rest of the task force who've unwittingly also become reliant on you to remind them of things they would otherwise forget. He gives a soft chuff before taking your wrist gently, seemingly not even realising the way he breaks the physical - professional barrier between the two of you as he focusses on changing the time on his expensive watch.

Once he's freed your wrist with a grateful smile angled down at you, you pick up the black, leather-bound menu, trying to hide the way your stomach drops and eyes widen at the frankly obscene prices of the plates here. "What makes a salad worth over sixty pounds?" you muse incredulously, trying to fill the silence that occupies the space between you and your boss.

"It's got truffle on it, Love." He notes, leaning into your space to point at the menu, not seeming to notice the way you flush beet red at the nickname.

"Still crazy." Your voice comes out as more of a petulant grumble than you'd like it to, which only makes him laugh affectionately in response. "You're not ordering the cheapest thing on the menu." John instructs with a casual dominance, raising an eyebrow in your direction when you widen your eyes at him like a deer in headlights, blinking slowly as you try and register his perceptiveness. You stutter - no - you flounder like some beached fish, face scarlet with embarrassment "I was not! - I! - What?" You squeak, completely failing at trying to seem indignant, hiding your face in your menu when he just smiles knowingly at you, placing a reassuring hand on the small of your back, which only serves to fluster you more.

"It's all paid for. Order the Wagyu and a magnum of Möet. Go crazy." He croons like trying to reassure a nervous child, never lifting his hand from your back.

His hand remains possessively in the little arch of your spine even as the men he's supposed to meet with arrive, shaking their hands and introducing you to them like you're so much more than just some secretary sent to babysit him by Laswell - which to him, you are. He's become reliant on you, not just to manage his affairs but also to brighten his days and remind him that not everyone in the world is awful, there are still people that are truly kind and good and lovely.

You do your job better than you know, not only taking minutes, but also distracting the men you dine across from with fabulous efficiency, batting your eyelashes at them in that way you don't even realise you're doing until you've practically seduced them into signing a contract they've hardly read - all whilst you enjoy your dinner and the one glass of champagne you've allotted yourself for the night.

John enjoys having you on his arm, not even realising the way you seem to automatically snuggle yourself into his side with every laugh he elicits from you. Occasionally he leans into your side, murmuring low in your ear, giving you goosebumps when his breath fans across your cheek, hand squeezing tighter around your waist. You know that there's two other people across the table from you, yet everything still feels strangely intimate despite the fact that he is very much still your boss, even outside of the workplace, you're technically still working.

As dinner winds down, the men order Bourbon and you flounder, asking the waitress for a herbal tea, totally flustered. You can't have a coffee now because you won't sleep, you can't order another drink because you're driving (and a massive lightweight) so you opt for a chamomile tea which you sip at whilst John and his colleagues finalise their deal over fancy spirits and cigars. Whilst the two men opposite the two of you speak, your boss leans into your ear, murmuring something about how lovely the whiskey is and how you should've ordered some. "M' driving." You mutter lowly to him, batting your eyelashes.

"Try some of mine then." He hums gruffly, lifting his glass to your lips, sending heat shooting down your spine as he tilts it so the bourbon floods your mouth and he floods your senses.

"S' nice."

"That's my girl."

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