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Fuck it *ponifies your military men✨*

This might be my new obsession-

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Thanks for the tag <3 I feel like this suits me so well??

No pressure tags :- @blingblong55, @captainfern, @eilidh-eternal 💜💜

tagged by my sweet @venuslore <3

rules: go to pinterest, type [your name] + core to show your aesthetic then post the first 6 images!!

lowkey obsessed with what shows up now for char, i’m so used to just fired and burnt wood. these are so much more fun

tagging: @websterss @glossysoap @ash-soka @alwayskote @xxshadowbabexx and anyone else !!!

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Thanks for the tag <3

Not really a quote but now it is! Love that photo so much 😭🤣

Uhh idk who to tag so anyone who wants to join <3

Cool Pinterest chain!!

First real person, character, quote and outfit when you open Pinterest are your vibe!

@ticcywhaleshark @thisisramztrying @weeping-in-the-willows @ whoever wants

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i love laswell but i feel like if she looked at me for just a second id feel like she was disappointed in me

i love scary women btw

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Real

i love john price

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MANGOWAFFLESSS MASTERLIST

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

All are female readers unless stated otherwise :)

Updated: 05/04/2024

♡ FLUFF | ♢ ANGST | ♤ SMUT | ♧ DARK THEMES

CPT. JOHN PRICE

Heartbeat - ♢♡ When Price becomes injured on a mission you stay by his side and constantly feel for his heartbeat until he wakes and asks you to do something you would've never thought would happen.

Sneak - ♢ You sneak back into the house and get caught.

Getting Old? - ♡

SGT. KYLE GARRICK

Wrong Room - Uni!Gaz (Incomplete) - ♡ | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Garrick's Garage - Mechanic!Gaz - ♡ Your car has been making some funny noises and you finally go to get it checked out.

Beneath the Veil of Desire (Soon) - ♧ The long awaited day had finally come, you were to finally become Mrs Price. Excitement and nerves filled you completely, not only for the wedding but to meet John's circle of friends. He had cloaked you in secrecy but today he was to show you off as his most prized possession. Among the admiring gazes and hushed whispers, a lingering pair of brown eyes bored into you, not with admiration but with an intense desire which would send shivers down anyone’s spine. A gaze so haunting and possessive. A gaze to say you’ll be his no matter the consequences.

LT. SIMON RILEY

Dad!Simon - ♡ Doing his daughters hair for school

Hatred For You (Complete) - ♡ You are a writer who spends most of your days and nights writing your next book in the series. The man next door who you don't think likes you very much is obsessed with your books. | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Issues - Professor!Simon (Ongoing) - ♢ ♡ ♤ You're a failing student who has some home life troubles getting in the way of you reaching your potential in class. What happens when Mr Riley calls you out for it?

SGT. JOHNNY MACTAVISH

MULTI CHARACTER

Human Blankey - 141 x Reader - ♡ Your weighted blanket wasn't enough so you asked your friends to come over and lay on top of you.

Surprise! - 141 x Reader - ♡ The guys surprise you with a furry new friend.

Home - Choose 141 x Reader - ♡

COLLECTIONS

Mango's Mythic Month (Halloween 2023)

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BARRY SLOANE IS THAT YOU?!?!

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What do you think they are watching 👀

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Professor!Simon x f!reader This was inspired by my friend so thanks to her <3 WC: 1K+ Warnings: Domestic abuse, slight inappropriateness with a teacher (Simon) but its just gonna get more inappropriate in the future sooooo

The cool night air seeped through the sweater you wore and wrapped your bones in an uncomfortable hug. The red door of your fathers house was so close you could feel the warmth of your bed all the way from the front gates. 

Letting out a yawn, you stuck your key into the door and twisted before pushing it open with your whole body - stupid sticky doors. You locked it behind you and chucked your things next to the door with a huff.

Dragging yourself forwards you looked at the time on your phone and groaned when you saw the time, it was late and you didn't know whether your father was awake yet. You really hoped he wasn't - you were in no mood for arguments right now.  

Walking through to the kitchen you thought the coast was clear until you see him sitting in one of the chairs at the dining table. A pile of dirty dishes filled the sink and you felt the tiredness in your body get heavier at the sight of them.    

“It's late, where were you?” you knew he had been drinking, you could smell it in the air. You missed when the air used to smell clean and not tainted by his poison. 

“I was at work, like I told you I’d be” you sighed while grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with some water. 

“Don't get lippy with me girl” his voice rises and you clench your jaw before turning to him. “I’m sorry” you say through gritted teeth and gulped down the whole glass to stop yourself from saying anything else. 

After an uncomfortable amount of silence he suddenly stood from where he was sitting, a slight wobble in his movements but continued. Pointing a finger in your direction, you stood up straighter and looked into his bloodshot eyes. “Did you get paid today?”, shaking your head no, he bangs his fist against the kitchen counter and swears. 

“You're such a disappointment, can't even do one thing right can you? Clean the damn house, it's like a pigsty” throwing his arms up into the air he storms out of the kitchen, fixing you with a glare before slamming the door shut behind him - making you flinch and drop the glass onto the floor. 

“fuck”

The next morning you wake up to an empty house, along with an empty wallet. You scold yourself for leaving out your bag last night before quickly gathering your things and leaving for your morning class. 

You don’t live too far from the campus which you were grateful for, without a car or enough money to keep paying for bus passes, walking was the only way. 

You kept your head low as you walked through the building, you didn’t particularly want to be here today but there was no way you wanted to be at home either. 

When you entered your class you headed straight for the back row. You'd usually sit at the front so you would be able to focus better but you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus at all today.

Other students filed in through the open door as you were taking your things out of your bag. Their conversations and laughter being the background noise to your swirling thoughts. 

You sat there for a moment before you became startled at a noise to your left. Glancing over, you see the face you regularly see. 

“Why are we sitting all the way back here?” he asks while taking his laptop out of his backpack. 

“You don’t have to sit with me Alex, you’re more than welcome to sit at the front” you point to one of the vacant seats which makes him scoff. 

“And not be able to copy off your notes? No thank you” he smirks before nodding towards your hand “What happened there?” You follow his gaze towards your bandaged hand and quickly retract it “oh, I dropped a glass by accident” you give him a smile and he just laughs while muttering a ‘been there’ before settling into his seat and quickly pulling out his phone to text someone.   

You clasp your hands together and wait for your professor to make an appearance. Glancing up at the clock on the wall you watch as the hand jolts signalling the start of your lecture. Moments later your professor enters, commanding the room with his loud voice. He starts talking about something, capturing the attention of all his students. Everyone except you. 

Professor S. Riley. His name is one thing people talk about on and off campus. You've been in his class since you started at this university and haven’t had the slightest clue as to what his name could be. One thing you do know though is he likes to have a small number of students in his classes, making it harder to sink into the background and pretend you’re not there. 

On days like these you wished you were a ghost.  

Everything seemed to be happening around you, life passing you by as you zoned out and sat completely still - staring at the cream coloured wall. Was it cream? Probably the same magnolia colour they have everywhere. You potentially looked dead to the world and you hoped no one saw you being completely lifeless. 

A noise made you jump and it knocked you out of your daze. Your eyes were met with a leather belt and black slacks which made you cast your eyes upwards with confusion. 

Your professor was looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His brown eyes bore into yours which made you avert your gaze to the white of his shirt, his arm was sticking out and you followed it to your desk where your last essay sat.

D -

It was marked at the top of the page and you simply blinked at it and then back at Mr Riley. “Stay behind when this is over” is all he says before turning on his heel and walking back to the front of the room.

You felt a rush of panic wash over you. This is the third thing you've flunked in this class and you thought he wouldn’t bring it up… oh how wrong you are.   

You chewed on your lip and tapped your pen against the desk throughout the entire hour and half. You had failed to answer one of the questions asked due to your mind's absence - which made Mr Riley give you a look of disappointment before choosing someone else to answer his question. 

When everyone started to pack their things away and rush out of the room, you slowly gathered your things and prepared yourself for whatever is going to happen. Alex had offered to wait for you while you spoke to your professor but you just waved him off with a smile you hoped didn't reveal how scared you were on the inside. 

Walking down to the front of the room your nerves were evident. Holding your shaking hands behind your back you take a deep breath and stand in front of his bulky desk. He had his back to you as he erased what he wrote from the board. You watched as the muscles in his back flexed every time he moved his arm. 

You seemed to have gone into your own little world again and didn’t register he was now facing you. 

“-do you understand?” 

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you cringe at yourself and pinch the outside of your thigh to make sure you pay attention.  

He runs a hand through his blonde hair and sighs heavily before sitting on the edge of his desk. He was now at eye level which was slightly more intimidating than him standing. 

“You're a great student, I've never had a problem with you before -  but the sloppily rushed essays, failure to participate and dozing off in my class isn't something I’m going to let off lightly” your heart drops to the bottom of your toes and you feel like you can’t breathe. You've seen Mr Riley kick people out of his classes before due to all sorts of reasons. There's one thing that has always been a pet peeve of his and that one being is sloppy work.    

“Is- is there anything I can do?” you ask, biting your lip to hold back the tears building up inside of you. 

Simon’s eyes travel to your mouth involuntarily before he snaps his back straight “I’m afraid Miss-” 

Simon stops talking for a moment as he looks at you. It is clear that you’re on the verge of tears, and he feels a sense of pity for you. However, he knows that he must be tough and show no mercy if he is to be an effective teacher. He clears his throat but before he could say anything he feels something touch his leg. 

“Please. I'll do anything, give me another chance to redeem myself. Please?” you give him a pleading look not realising how close you had gotten to your professor. He seemed to be the only one to notice and briefly looked down at the hand splayed out over his thigh. Fingers creeping a bit too high to be deemed appropriate.     

Your body was leaning against the desk and also the side of his leg that hung off the edge of his desk. He could feel the heat from your body seep through his trousers which made him run a hand through his dirty blonde strands with a frustrated motion. 

He knows you. He's seen you throughout the years, you're not like this. You wouldn’t just sleep your way through instead of doing the work - because that's what you are, a hard worker. 

Placing a hand over yours he lifts it from his personal space which makes you come to the realisation of what you were just doing. Quickly snapping your hand back to yourself, you adjust your posture and fix your bag that slipped. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean that. I- I have to go” you managed to mumble out in a rushed panic before bolting it to the door. As soon as you get to the doorknob you hear him call your name. 

You don't turn around, not wanting to face the embarrassment. 

“My office, tomorrow morning. 8 am sharp. Got it?” 

You reply back to him and hastily make your exit.     

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“𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 🚬

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Professor!Simon x f!reader This was inspired by my friend so thanks to her <3 WC: 1K+ Warnings: Domestic abuse, slight inappropriateness with a teacher (Simon) but its just gonna get more inappropriate in the future sooooo

The cool night air seeped through the sweater you wore and wrapped your bones in an uncomfortable hug. The red door of your fathers house was so close you could feel the warmth of your bed all the way from the front gates. 

Letting out a yawn, you stuck your key into the door and twisted before pushing it open with your whole body - stupid sticky doors. You locked it behind you and chucked your things next to the door with a huff.

Dragging yourself forwards you looked at the time on your phone and groaned when you saw the time, it was late and you didn't know whether your father was awake yet. You really hoped he wasn't - you were in no mood for arguments right now.  

Walking through to the kitchen you thought the coast was clear until you see him sitting in one of the chairs at the dining table. A pile of dirty dishes filled the sink and you felt the tiredness in your body get heavier at the sight of them.    

“It's late, where were you?” you knew he had been drinking, you could smell it in the air. You missed when the air used to smell clean and not tainted by his poison. 

“I was at work, like I told you I’d be” you sighed while grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with some water. 

“Don't get lippy with me girl” his voice rises and you clench your jaw before turning to him. “I’m sorry” you say through gritted teeth and gulped down the whole glass to stop yourself from saying anything else. 

After an uncomfortable amount of silence he suddenly stood from where he was sitting, a slight wobble in his movements but continued. Pointing a finger in your direction, you stood up straighter and looked into his bloodshot eyes. “Did you get paid today?”, shaking your head no, he bangs his fist against the kitchen counter and swears. 

“You're such a disappointment, can't even do one thing right can you? Clean the damn house, it's like a pigsty” throwing his arms up into the air he storms out of the kitchen, fixing you with a glare before slamming the door shut behind him - making you flinch and drop the glass onto the floor. 

“fuck”

The next morning you wake up to an empty house, along with an empty wallet. You scold yourself for leaving out your bag last night before quickly gathering your things and leaving for your morning class. 

You don’t live too far from the campus which you were grateful for, without a car or enough money to keep paying for bus passes, walking was the only way. 

You kept your head low as you walked through the building, you didn’t particularly want to be here today but there was no way you wanted to be at home either. 

When you entered your class you headed straight for the back row. You'd usually sit at the front so you would be able to focus better but you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus at all today.

Other students filed in through the open door as you were taking your things out of your bag. Their conversations and laughter being the background noise to your swirling thoughts. 

You sat there for a moment before you became startled at a noise to your left. Glancing over, you see the face you regularly see. 

“Why are we sitting all the way back here?” he asks while taking his laptop out of his backpack. 

“You don’t have to sit with me Alex, you’re more than welcome to sit at the front” you point to one of the vacant seats which makes him scoff. 

“And not be able to copy off your notes? No thank you” he smirks before nodding towards your hand “What happened there?” You follow his gaze towards your bandaged hand and quickly retract it “oh, I dropped a glass by accident” you give him a smile and he just laughs while muttering a ‘been there’ before settling into his seat and quickly pulling out his phone to text someone.   

You clasp your hands together and wait for your professor to make an appearance. Glancing up at the clock on the wall you watch as the hand jolts signalling the start of your lecture. Moments later your professor enters, commanding the room with his loud voice. He starts talking about something, capturing the attention of all his students. Everyone except you. 

Professor S. Riley. His name is one thing people talk about on and off campus. You've been in his class since you started at this university and haven’t had the slightest clue as to what his name could be. One thing you do know though is he likes to have a small number of students in his classes, making it harder to sink into the background and pretend you’re not there. 

On days like these you wished you were a ghost.  

Everything seemed to be happening around you, life passing you by as you zoned out and sat completely still - staring at the cream coloured wall. Was it cream? Probably the same magnolia colour they have everywhere. You potentially looked dead to the world and you hoped no one saw you being completely lifeless. 

A noise made you jump and it knocked you out of your daze. Your eyes were met with a leather belt and black slacks which made you cast your eyes upwards with confusion. 

Your professor was looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His brown eyes bore into yours which made you avert your gaze to the white of his shirt, his arm was sticking out and you followed it to your desk where your last essay sat.

D -

It was marked at the top of the page and you simply blinked at it and then back at Mr Riley. “Stay behind when this is over” is all he says before turning on his heel and walking back to the front of the room.

You felt a rush of panic wash over you. This is the third thing you've flunked in this class and you thought he wouldn’t bring it up… oh how wrong you are.   

You chewed on your lip and tapped your pen against the desk throughout the entire hour and half. You had failed to answer one of the questions asked due to your mind's absence - which made Mr Riley give you a look of disappointment before choosing someone else to answer his question. 

When everyone started to pack their things away and rush out of the room, you slowly gathered your things and prepared yourself for whatever is going to happen. Alex had offered to wait for you while you spoke to your professor but you just waved him off with a smile you hoped didn't reveal how scared you were on the inside. 

Walking down to the front of the room your nerves were evident. Holding your shaking hands behind your back you take a deep breath and stand in front of his bulky desk. He had his back to you as he erased what he wrote from the board. You watched as the muscles in his back flexed every time he moved his arm. 

You seemed to have gone into your own little world again and didn’t register he was now facing you. 

“-do you understand?” 

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you cringe at yourself and pinch the outside of your thigh to make sure you pay attention.  

He runs a hand through his blonde hair and sighs heavily before sitting on the edge of his desk. He was now at eye level which was slightly more intimidating than him standing. 

“You're a great student, I've never had a problem with you before -  but the sloppily rushed essays, failure to participate and dozing off in my class isn't something I’m going to let off lightly” your heart drops to the bottom of your toes and you feel like you can’t breathe. You've seen Mr Riley kick people out of his classes before due to all sorts of reasons. There's one thing that has always been a pet peeve of his and that one being is sloppy work.    

“Is- is there anything I can do?” you ask, biting your lip to hold back the tears building up inside of you. 

Simon’s eyes travel to your mouth involuntarily before he snaps his back straight “I’m afraid Miss-” 

Simon stops talking for a moment as he looks at you. It is clear that you’re on the verge of tears, and he feels a sense of pity for you. However, he knows that he must be tough and show no mercy if he is to be an effective teacher. He clears his throat but before he could say anything he feels something touch his leg. 

“Please. I'll do anything, give me another chance to redeem myself. Please?” you give him a pleading look not realising how close you had gotten to your professor. He seemed to be the only one to notice and briefly looked down at the hand splayed out over his thigh. Fingers creeping a bit too high to be deemed appropriate.     

Your body was leaning against the desk and also the side of his leg that hung off the edge of his desk. He could feel the heat from your body seep through his trousers which made him run a hand through his dirty blonde strands with a frustrated motion. 

He knows you. He's seen you throughout the years, you're not like this. You wouldn’t just sleep your way through instead of doing the work - because that's what you are, a hard worker. 

Placing a hand over yours he lifts it from his personal space which makes you come to the realisation of what you were just doing. Quickly snapping your hand back to yourself, you adjust your posture and fix your bag that slipped. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean that. I- I have to go” you managed to mumble out in a rushed panic before bolting it to the door. As soon as you get to the doorknob you hear him call your name. 

You don't turn around, not wanting to face the embarrassment. 

“My office, tomorrow morning. 8 am sharp. Got it?” 

You reply back to him and hastily make your exit.     

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DADDY'S HOME !!!

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Modern Warfare (2019)

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BEAT THEIR ASS!! Yeah! Fuck em up!

I love love love the poem 🥹 sweet baby boy Gaz deserves the world and everything in it.

Poems of Love (Gaz x F!Reader)

This is part one of the Love letter series (In slow process, please be patient). Starting off with everyone’s favorite pretty boy Gaz! This is just a love poem from reader to our helicopter surivor!

Warnings: Violence against another person, mentions of racism, hurt with written comfort, fluff, writer has very, very little military knowledge!

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If you could have had it your way which you did but only a little bit, you would have scarred up the bitch that decided it was a great idea to talk shit about your sergeant. Price had intervened when he was brought in for the commotion, finding you and her in a pile on the ground of the mess hall, your fist repeatedly meeting her face. The guy she was with looked just as bad as she’ll look after Price had Ghost pull you off of her.

”Alright! What the hell is going on here?!” He turns to you expecting an answer, before you can speak however the girl you had been wailing on decided to speak up.

”She just went mental and attacked us!” Ghost scoffed, “Sounds like a load of shit private.” Ghost looks to Price who says nothing, still looking at you for an answer. “What happened, sergeant? I won't ask again.”

You took a breath to center yourself, placing a hand on Prices wrist, a sign you were truly pissed and grateful for your captain holding you back. You looked at Gaz who was staring at the floor, with Johnny patting his back. “Sir, the guys and I were simply enjoying our lunch, when Private Downs and her buddy Private Fallow decided it was an amazing idea to address Sergeant Garrick by racial slurs. I took it upon myself to defend his honor.”

Price looks at Gaz and Johnny, who confirm the story. Price turns you loose to Johnny so you can see if Gaz is okay. He had told you not to worry about it, to leave it be as it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before, he admired your sense of violent justice and need to defend him.

Price clears his throat, “Well, as it stands we here in the military, especially the 141, don’t take kindly to that sort of talk. You both being in the military, fairly new or not, should probably re-evaluate your life choices. If you find joy in tormenting your fellow high ranking officers perhaps we should remove you.”

”Remove us how?! It’s just words! W-we were just joking!” Ghost rolls his eyes and jostles Private Downs to shut her up. “You’ll shut your bleedin mouth! Sergeant Garrick is more of a soldier than you and your friend’ll ever be in your whole career!”

”Ghost take ‘em to my office. Sergeant!” “Captain?” “Good work defending your colleague, next time though try to make it a bit less bloody, eh? Cleaning duty for a week.” “Totally worth it sir!” Price and Ghost leave with Downs and Fallow in hand ready to put them through back to basic for behavioral and tolerance training.

Gaz had thanked you but told you it wasn’t necessary, he seemed distanced after that. Only saying hello in passing, you thought it was either what the two idiots had said or that he was mad at you, possibly both. Johnny and Ghost had assured you it wasn’t anything you did.

Taking the time you had to sit around after hours you penned him a letter. A poem really but you were hoping it would put him in a better mood. It took you a few hours but once you had finished it and read it over, you folded in up and went to slide it under his door for him to read in the morning.

-The next morning- Gaz pov-

He really wasn’t up for dealing with anyone today, especially not after yesterday's events, but none the less he had to get to up and start his day. Duty called and he had to be at morning training to help Ghost with recruits. He thought back to you and how fast you were to defend him, he was appreciative yes but it really wasn’t a big deal, it came with the military. Some people are just stuck in the Middle Ages like and you can’t help them.

Freshly showered and changed he was about to leave when he noticed a letter on the floor, his name scrawled across the front in beautiful script. He picked it up and sat at his desk to read it.

It looked like your hand writing but he doesn’t remember it looking so nice and neat, havin only ever seen you writing reports in messy, somewhat legible chicken scratch. As he opens it and begins to read he feels his heart swell.

‘To the prettiest man I know

Your bravery knows no bounds, leaving me breathless at your wonder. Akin to a warrior, a deity, war and peace become you. An angel.

Your beauty would be compared to that of Narcissus, of a warm summer day and lovely autumn nights. Your eyes bring delightful thoughts of dark chocolate in the shade and shine like the brightest amber whiskey in the light.

Skin aglow in the afternoon sun and glistening with sweat,  who could ever deny you? Aphrodite herself would bargain with you for your secrets. Would regale you with tales of beauty and mark you as one yourself and no one would bat an eye in disagreement.

I look upon your beauty and heroism with awe and hope that one day I could stand in even a shred of your greatness. If you were a god I would worship at your alter for all of my days, the most devoted supplicant, spreading your praises through any means.’

Gaz must have read it 4 times and he didn’t know what to say, his eyes were a little bit misty. Others had raised him yes, for his efforts on the field, his medals, but no one had ever called him a deity. No one had ever complimented his eyes like that. He rubbed at is eyes, letting out a huff, before folding up the letter and placing it in his desk drawer before heading out to morning practice. His heart feeling lighter.

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