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mrsparrasblog · 20 days

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hi srry if you don't do requests but I have to ask cuz I love everything about your writing.

Can u write a fic where the mc is strictly monogamous but 141 are SO madly in love so they fight on who gets to be with her and it's causing actual problems between them?

Ignored this if u don't want to. Anyway stay slaying✨

Hey ☀️🩷 Ofc I take requests this is my first one tho, I hope you like It, and it's like you imagined because I always have like a little movie in my head when I write a scene and with requests. I don't know if my thoughts match with yours- performance anxiety lol. Still thank you for supporting me 🩷☀️

Fighting for you

TF 141 x Reader

You always had that one plan in your life: meet a nice guy, date for 2 years, marry him with the most extravagant wedding dress someone could imagine, and after that, you get three fat babies whom you will love and dote on.

The only problem was, as a nurse on a military base, you didn't meet guys capable of this lifestyle. You hated to see all these men trying to get in your pants while they were married.

"Why are you in the med again, Johnny?" You scolded him. Of course, you found the Scotsman funny and liked his daily visits, but still, having him here all the time felt like a lost puppy when you had work to do.

"Look, Bonnie, have a mean scratch, need stitches from ya."

"Is that so, Mr. MacTavish?"

"Yes, Bonnie, look." He showed you a scar on his biceps, and you sighed. You knew he was only coming for something else; no soldier went to the medical just because of a scratch. He started to flex his biceps.

"Johnny, that's barely anything."

"But ya always fix me good, lassie." He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you sighed, disinfecting his nonexistent wound. "Such a good caretaker, lass. Need to put a ring on ya before someone else does." You blushed at the thought of marrying someone like Johnny. He was handsome, funny, and super strong, but he was a flirt, probably flirting with every other nurse. Besides, you had a date today.

"Johnny, stop flirting. I have a date today."

"Just a date, lass. It's not like you'll marry him."

You stared at him with a dead glare. "For some people, dates are important, Johnny!"

"Who is it?"

"None of your business, and now leave," you scolded him, annoyed by his noisy behavior.

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"Who of you bastards broke the agreement?" Johnny started to scream at his teammates.

"What do you mean, Soap?" Kyle asked, confused.

"We agreed that no one can have her since she doesn’t want to share, so who of you tossers broke the agreement and goes on a date with her?"

"How do you even know that mate, if you didn’t break the agreement too?"

"I just needed her to take care of my injuries, Kyle."

"Bullshit, you barely got a scratch. Admit that you wanted to break off the agreement too. Admit it." Gaz barked, walking towards Soap to pick him up by his shirt.

"Enough of you, Muppets!"

"You broke the agreement, Captain, didn't ya? Telling us all about the agreement and then taking out my future wife."

"I didn't, and even if, she'd be more happy to become Mrs. Price than Mrs. MacTavish."

They were so close to fighting; everyone accused the other of taking you on that date. They remembered the first day they saw you; all of them were smitten. You were just too precious, full of love and excitement. Perfect hair, perfect body, everything about you was perfect for them. You could walk with your greasy messy bun, and they’d kneel for you, promising you’re the most beautiful woman on earth. After a while, they noticed how every one of them was smitten, how Johnny spent every minute in the infirmary, Ghost becoming your shadow, protecting you from every danger of the world without you even knowing, the Captain always treated you better than every other staff member, you had more off days, better shifts, and even better pay, and Kyle bringing you always your favorite coffee and a bunch of pastries when you overworked yourself again.

Johnny was the first one to ask the rest if they’d be open to a poly relationship. He was the most open about his sexuality, and having Simon and you was the perfect thing for him. Whether the reasons why they agreed to try to court you in this relationship, every one of them thought you only deserved the best, and that included being worshiped by four muscular men.

Unfortunately, your best friend, who noticed their goal while you still stayed in your naive bubble, popped their bubble, telling them to sod off. You weren’t made for this kind of relationship; you were jealous and liked the idea of monogamy way too much. You only wanted to have one husband. That's how the agreement started none of them will pursue you, and they will only start something with you if you approach them, no more flirting, favoritism, or looming over you.

Nonetheless, they gave a fuck about their agreement, behind closed doors still trying to court you in various different ways, but how could they not? You were perfect, and they were obsessed and way too much in love with you to let someone else have you.

"Where the fuck is Ghost?" Kyle asked, looking around for the scary man with the skull face mask.

"Fucking hell, he is her date."

"Sick bastard."

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Soap walked into Ghost's barracks, eager to scream at his best friend. He was the first to love you, so Ghost should not have gone on a date with you without telling him. The betrayal felt immaculate, his best friend with the love of his life.

"Aye, Lieutenant, heard you're going on a date with the lassie."

"Johnny, it just happened."

"No hard feelings, LT. Where are you taking her?"

"Alfredo's."

"Oh, okay."

Simon looked confused at Johnny. "What's wrong?"

"Take her to a better place a steakhouse or a fish restaurant. Give her a real meal, not something cheap. Lassies love this fancy shit."

"Thanks, mate."

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Your date with Ghost was okay. He was brooding over something, and as he insisted on ordering something for you as a surprise, despite you telling him no, he did it, wanting to be a posh bloke who knows what his lady wants. Soap said you liked this fancy shit and heavy meat and fish.

As you looked disgusted at the filet steak, trying not to be rude by saying you're a vegetarian, he lost it mentally, not with you but with his best friend, who betrayed him just for you. He'd do the same, of course, but it's still different, right?

The date went on way too cringy, Simon spent most of the time apologizing to you for the messed-up date, and you tried to reassure him that it was okay. When he brought you back home, he asked if he could stay the night, and you politely declined.

"Johnny, I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

"Aye, shit," Johnny screamed as he began to run.

"The date went shit, I guess?" Kyle asked, unfazed by all the screaming from the two men fighting. He acted as if he didn't let slip the information that she is vegetarian next to Johnny or told Price she liked roses after she told him for 20 minutes straight how they are overrated. The best part was no one even suspected him; he was calm about the situation, not trying to solve it with violence like Johnny and Simon. While the others played checkers, he played chess to get you.

"Yes, it was."

"I told you muppets, I'm the one who deserves her."

"Shut up, Price," Ghost scoffed.

"I think so too, Captain should have her. At least he treats her well," Kyle said with a boyish grin.

So the Captain asked you out on a date, and after some convincing, you agreed, making yourself ready and waiting for him in desperation. You looked great, hair curled, mascara applied, and in a dress that was classy but a bit sexy. You knew Price could be a guy for this, maybe a bit too old, but still, you could grow old with him, and maybe he would give you everything your innocent heart desires.

After waiting for an hour, you were sure he wouldn’t come. If only you had known that Ghost was faking an accident and Soap's promise to tell you about it, not to let the sweet angel wait for the Captain. Soap was already on the way to play the knight in shining armor, fully confident to finally sweep you off your feet and make you the future Mrs. MacTavish, his sweet little angel. Oh, how the boys would look to know that he got the heart of their sweetheart finally.

Too late.

"Hey, lovely, why are you sobbing? Do I need to punch someone for you?"

"It's embarrassing, Kyle."

"Tell me about it."

"Just had a bunch of weird dates. One wanted to only bed me, I guess, and the other stood me up," you sobbed, looking into Kyle's pretty face.

"Oh, love, you know that all these guys around the boys are head over heels fighting over you like wild animals."

"Never."

"They are, how couldn't they? You're perfect."

"You're a flirt, you know that."

"And you're too pretty to cry, you know that?" He winked at you, removing the tears from your beautiful eyes.

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Kyle," you asked him shyly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you one of the boys who fight over me too?"

"Sure as hell, love!" He almost shouted, full of enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t want what I want."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just want you, to know all, exclusive dating."

"Mhm, I'd give you that without a doubt, love. Just let me prove to you that I'm the right one for you, love." His hand slowly went to your face, caressing the soft skin that was still tinted by your mascara tears. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." And when you looked at him with your doe eyes, he lost it, slowly pulling his rough lips on your soft ones, holding your head for dear life as if you could vanish any second. He was afraid he did something wrong, maybe scared you like a deer, but you didn't shy away; you pulled him closer, letting his lips intertwine with yours and slowly opening your mouth to let his tongue explore yours. It felt like a firework in your body; every fiber burned with pure passion as he kissed you. You didn't want to stop; you needed him as deeply as he longed for you.

"Fucking Garrick, I didn't think he’d win her over," Ghost murmured behind the wall, watching you with the others in jealousy as Kyle got their girl.

"He played us like fucking fools, telling us it's okay if we win her over," Price muttered, annoyed and kinda proud at his sneaky bastard.

"I'm more of a looker than fucking Gaz," Soap said, annoyed.

As happy as you were right now, all of the boys knew the fight for your heart wouldn’t stop until there was a ring on your finger.

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 8 months

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One of the passengers aboard the Titanic was a godly Pastor from Scotland, by the name of John Harper. Harper had recently spent three months ministering at the Moody Church in Chicago. He had not been back in Britain long when he was asked to return. He quickly made arrangements for himself and his six-year old daughter, Nana, to return via the Titanic.

The Titanic struck the iceberg on April 14, 1912. Harper wrapped his daughter in a blanket, told her that she would see him again one day and watched her safely board one of the lifeboats. (She survived)

One survivor distinctly remembered hearing him shout, "Women, children and the unsaved into the lifeboats!" Harper knew that believers were ready to die but the unsaved were not ready. Harper then ran along the decks pleading with people to turn to Christ,he called upon the Titanic’s orchestra to play, "Nearer, my God, to Thee." Gathering people around him on deck, he then knelt down, and "with holy joy in his face" raised his arms in prayer. As the ship began to sink, he jumped into the icy waters and swam frantically to all he could reach, beseeching them to turn to the Lord Jesus and be saved. John Harper then sank into the depths and passed into the Lord’s presence; he was 39.

Four years later, a young Scotsman named Aguilla Webb stood up in a meeting in Hamilton, Canada, and gave the following testimony:

“I am a survivor of the Titanic. When I was drifting alone on a spar that awful night, the tide brought Mr. John Harper of Glasgow, also on a piece of wreck, near me. ‘Man,’ he said, ‘Are you saved?’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘I am not.’ He replied, ‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.’ The waves bore him away; but, strange to say brought him back a little later, and he said, ‘Are you saved now?’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘I cannot honestly say that I am.’ He said again, ‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved,’ and shortly after he went down; and there, alone in the night, and with two miles of water under me, I believed. I am John Harper’s last convert.”

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scotianostra · 28 days

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The first of April "April Fools Day" is also known as Hunt the Gowk in Scotland.

Dinna laugh, an' dinna smile

But hunt the gowk another mile.

The 'gowk' is also another name for the cuckoo, noted as a silly bird. At each place the message bearer is sent on to someone else.

It is also said that in the Middle Ages, up until the late 18th century, New Year's Day was celebrated on 25 March (Feast of the Annunciation) in many European towns. In some areas of France, New Year's was a week-long holiday ending on 1 April. Many writers suggest that April Fools originated because those who celebrated on 1 January made fun of those who celebrated on other dates- and we've been playing April Fool jokes ever since.

Historically, this day was called “Hunt The Gowk ” and it consisted in playing tricks and telling lies or sending someone on a fools errand.

Having found some unsuspecting person, the individual playing the joke sends him away with a letter to some friend who lives two or three miles off, asking for some help or the loan of something while in reality the letter contains only the words: “This is the first day of April, hunt the gowk another mile.”

The person to whom the letter is sent at once catches the idea of the person sending it, and informs the carrier with a very grave face that he is unable to help his friend with the favour asked, but if he will take a second note to Mr. So-and-so, he will get what was wanted. The obliging, yet unsuspecting carrier receives the note, and trudges off to next person, only to be treated by him in the same manner; and so he goes from one to another, until at some point the penny finally drops.

One April Fools’ day story in the Scotsman newspaper stated that due to severe royal budget cuts the queen was to lease part of Holyrood Park in Edinburgh as a theme park with wild boars for German tourists to shoot at and a waterfall for white water rafting down the side of Arthur’s Seat.

Another from the The Inverness Courier reported on opposition to a plan to build a six-foot high fence around parts of Loch Ness in order to protect the public from Nessie:

“The Provost condemned proposed European Health & Safety legislation that requires the separation of wild animals from humans. ‘Nessie is not a wild animal and has never bitten or attacked anyone,’ he declared… ‘Many people enjoy the Loch Ness area and the authorities should include a suitable gate to allow access to the loch. I am prepared to use the loch at my own risk.’ Ella MacRae, the Landlord at Dores Inn, agreed with the Provost and said she would provide a stock of disclaimer forms at the Inn.”

#scotland #scottish #history #tradition #april 1st

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queen-ofthe-nerds10 · 1 year

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John Price x wife reader- Mrs Price?

John Price x wife reader part one

Series Masterlist:

Description: Taskforce 141 find out something new about their Captain

AN: short but a start to the series

(y/n)= your name, (h/c)= your hair colour, (f/h/s)= your favourite hairstyle, (e/c)= your eye colour

Taskforce 141 didn’t really know much about each other. They know Ghost is from Manchester, they know Soap got his name because he was good at “cleaning house”, they know that Gaz is quiet and shy, and they know Price had been in the military since he was 16. The group only knew the basics and what they needed to know about each other which was very little that’s why it was such a big shock to Soap when he saw the glinting of a golden band wrapped around his captains left ring finger.

Soap had never really paid that much attention to his captain’s hands, but he was sure he had never seen the ring before, Soap remembered seeing a ring on Price’s dog tags once, but he put it to the back of his mind as he never saw the ring again but now that he was looking at it, he had to ask.

“Captain, what’s that?” the Scottish man asked looking over the table at the man who had just finished his briefing with the team, every pair of eyes there turned to look at Soap as he stared at their captain’s hand. Price looked down at his hand and then back at the Sergeant, “it’s a wedding ring Soap, do they not have them in Scotland?”

The flippant reply would have been funny if Soap and the rest of the soldier’s stood in the room weren’t shocked at the revelation that their Captain was married. “Wedding?” the Scotsman asked, his eyes wide in shock and as he looked around at the others, he could see they were shocked as well. Price sighed loudly and nodded, “yes Soap.”

Price knew that he hadn’t told any of the taskforce he was married but he had presumed they had seen his ring before and has just never asked him about it but now that Soap had asked he realised that they actually just didn’t know. Price sighed, “did you guys not know I was married?” He asked looking at the members of his task force with his eyebrow raised in a questioning manor. Soap shook his head, he then glanced at the men next to him making sure they didn’t know either and it wasn’t just him, “no cap, we didn’t” he answered.

“You didn’t tell them about me?” A voice asked from the door making everyone inside the room jump. Standing there with a smirk on her face was a woman dressed in a RAF flight suit, her (h/c) hair was pulled back into a (f/h/s), big black sunglasses covered her eyes and her dog tags dangled outside of the suit with a golden ring that matched Price’s hung with them. The woman ripped her sunglasses from her face quickly and her (e/c) eyes stared at the captain, “I don’t know if I should be offended or not?” Price rolled his eyes as the woman spoke and turned his attention to the group. The captain swung his arm in the direction of the woman who he introduced to the team, “this is our pilot, she’s gonna drop us off and pick us up,” he paused for a moment singing heavily, “and she’s my wife, (y/n)”

Soap’s head snapped from the woman to price and then back to the woman with his mouth hung open, “your gonna catch flies if your mouths open any longer,” the woman laughed looking towards the Scottish man as she made her way over to her husband. Gaz’s eyes watched the woman and smiled, “so, your mrs Price?” He asked. The pilot laughed and nodded, “most people call me butterfly but Lieutenant Price will do as well.”

#call of duty x reader #x reader #reader insert #x reader series #x wife reader #john price imagine #john price x reader #john price x wife reader #x wife!reader #john price x wife!reader #call of duty imagine #cod x reader #cod imagine #cod

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bigolidioot · 18 days

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Before it comes back from hiatus tomorrow, here are my thoughts on the first ten episodes of MAGP

- ship Sam and Celia

- Gwen is my favourite, love her so much, date me please

- also love Colin, love a Scotsman

- Lena is chill, major Elias vibes

- love the big clown guy Mr Bonzo, he’s great

- GERRY AND GERTRUDE?

- Gwen, Colin, and Sam are my favourites

#the magnus institute #the magnus protocol #magnus protocol #magnus archives #the magnus archives #gwen bouchard #mr bonzo #jonathan sims #jonmartin #martin blackwood #tmagp

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skyriderwednesday · 10 months

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Imo, I think Watson would start to feel a bit guilty about basically making his living off Holmes after a while, especially as Holmes starts to consider retirement.

That's why I headcanon that rather than 'abandoning Holmes for a wife' in late 1902/early 1903, he decides to quit being Holmes's full-time biographer and go back into medical practice. They have a bit of a spat over this, since for a variety of reasons (not least Watson being embarrassed and English about his feelings regarding the matter-- a difficult feat for a Scotsman) they didn't discuss it before hand, and Holmes is still salty enough about it to be rude while writing Blanched Soldier. He didn't take any of Watson's attempted justifications well, and was particularly offended at the 'what if something happened to you?' argument -- Watson should know that if anything were to happen to him, then he's made all the necessary arrangements to make sure that Watson is provided for.

(This is appreciated, but Watson is still Victorian enough to be embarrassed about being all but explicitly treated like Holmes's spouse in something as serious as his Last Will and Testament) (He won't completely come round to this for a couple more decades yet)

So their relationship is more than a little rocky following that point, and they take a little while to recover from it (mostly on Holmes's side, Watson has never been one for holding grudges). Watson splits his time between Baker St and living at his surgery, though he can't spend too long away without worrying Mrs Hudson.

They make up before the year is out, but it does delay Watson following Holmes to Sussex for a little while.

It all works out in the end though.

#sherlock holmes #acd holmes #acd canon

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p-redux · 1 month

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SARAH debunked you JD Cumbernauld gym story. As she posted ten days ago, he brother lives in the Nauld and today again she said she works out at JD because of him. But sadly you won't retract your post as you need San to be with a woman, any woman. Try to deny it but your blog speaks for itself.

She did no such thing. Her brother does NOT live in the Nauld aka Cumbernauld. He USED to work at JD Gym in Cumbernauld, but as Sarah herself posted earlier, he "worked there" aka PAST tense. And he "moved away" aka he no longer lives in Scotland 👇 Are you not reading the same words the rest of us are? 🙄

Her brother now lives in Australia. He moved there a couple of years ago. 👇

And his most recent IG story, as of a few hours ago, shows him working out at Club Lime, a gym in Australia. 👇

Sarah may also work out at JD Gym in Cumbernauld because she was introduced to it by her brother, BUT, bro has been gone a few years. It seems more reasonable that Sarah was working out last week at JD Gym in Cumbernauld 7 minutes from Outlander studios, due to dating a certain Scotsman who plays Jamie Fraser aka Mr. Sam Heughan.

As for me, I don't need anything from Sam, let alone to have him with any woman. I don't care what he does, as long as he's happy. I post info I get. And the info I got, backed up by Sam and Sarah being together places more than once, is that Sam and Sarah are dating. That's all.

If my blog bothers you so much, here's an idea...QUIT READING IT. It really is that simple.

#bitch sit down #samheughan #sam heughan #sarah holden #samarah #jd gym cumbernauld #brother #australia

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sgiandubh · 26 days

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Good morning! Grandma did some networking last week, huh? https://www.instagram.com/p/C5GjhJVoSLc/?igsh=MW96NXdmYnlzZnR5Mg%3D%3D&img_index=

Dear Networking Anon, good evening to you (the day after, sorry: it is what it is),

As you probably know, I have written a bit about it last week, prompted by another Anon (who apparently lived in my own time zone, unlike you) - https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/746032880210296832/good-afternoon-mrs-grandma-published-stories

Now what you send me is also very interesting. Let's unpack:

This guy is just not your regular Joe:

According to LinkedIn, Smith is the Head of Corporate Relations at Diageo Scotland and the current Chair of the Keepers of the Quaich Management Committee. His resume is also very instructive and rich: a network guy, with two postgraduate diplomas in PR and Journalism (Strathclyde University for Journalism and Queen Margaret University, for PR), followed by a rich professional experience in those fields (The Tribune, The Scotsman, Daily Mail and Daily Record - various reporting appointments; Movement to Work - a leading 'British business coalition, which really means an NGO, primarily dealing with fostering the access of young people on the labor market). He's been at Diageo for 13 years already, but (and this is somehow important) only at a regional level.

But this time, it's something else that is more interesting than just a brief overview of someone's professional life, because he posted exactly the same thing and exactly the same photos on his LinkedIn account:

157 likes, 14 comments - barely enough to judge the real impact on a broader scale, more than clear when scale is reduced to that guy's own network. And because herd instinct is very much a corporate world characteristic, we have many people from Diageo itself (the North America and Asia branches, for example), along with a smattering of old press friends, the odd Scottish Parliament member or several people from the spirits industry, mainly local (EDI and GLA). Only one comment mentions Outlander and just another one mentions 'Erself and McGrandma: funnily enough, from somebody who works for Johnnie Walker, another Diageo-owned whisky company #lipservice.

You call that networking? I call that an amateur attempt at that, Anon. After Paul Novielli's recent departure from McTavish Spirits, something had to be done in order to keep people interested and intrigued by the idea McGrandma was a spirits connoisseur, even if his 'life long dream' (🙄) was bourbon and continuity be damned. And forgive me again for quoting myself but... remember (LOL forever, really) what I wrote not so long ago?

(you'll find more about that, here: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/744768055641604096/no-amontillado-in-that-cask?source=share)

Now I know others want things to be drama-free and are completely blind to patterns. But it's plain to see what the game is about, here: envy, lack of ingenuity and repressed lust come to mind. But hey, maybe it's me, Anon. And at face value, clearly looking for alternative contacts and opportunities, in the UK.

Interesting. Let's see what the next hand's gonna give, at this poker game. Not much, I think and probably not what was hoped for.

I hope this answers your question. I took time I can't really afford to answer it, but I did it with pleasure.

#anon #boozewars #shitshow

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southernbluebellereader · 1 year

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Captain John Price x MILF Single Mom Reader (COD MW(2))

Warning: Fluff, Innuendos, Brief mention of violence

Summary: Some instances of what the members of TF 141 thinks of Mrs. Price, including Mr. Price himself.

A/N: I've always wanted to write something like this, and I'm glad that I did. I definitely will write a part 2 at some point.

Word Count: ~2,137 words

Master List (tag list at the bottom)

“Simon? Oh, is it ok if I call you Simon? Are you sure you’re going to be ok on the couch?” Y/N handed Simon two pillows and a blanket.

“Simon’s fine, Mrs. Price. The couch is fine, you’ve already spoiled me enough by letting me stay here.”

“Oh please, call me Y/N! You and the other boys are always welcome here! And there’s no reason for you to travel home at this hour, sweetheart.” She smiled up at him, earning a small smile from him. Sweetheart. He silently thanked whatever god was in heaven that she turned around before seeing him turn into mush.

“Now you get settled, I’ll make some tea.” Simon watched as the woman shuffled into the kitchen, to put a kettle of water on the stove. He heard his Captain and Bobby, Y/N’s son, come down the stairs, chuckling at each other as they headed into the kitchen. It was almost weird to see - but oddly nice. His Captain deserved domesticity, and Simon was content with seeing glimpses of it. Price briefly met Simon’s eyes, almost cautioning him.

Simon knew that Bobby was around the same age as Johnny and Kyle. But the Captain wasn’t much older than himself. He didn’t want to be rude and ask - he knew better than to ask a woman - let alone Mrs. Price - for her age. But he knew she was older. Shaking his head, he placed the blanket and pillows on the couch he’d be sleeping on, then heard his name.

“You coming for tea, Simon?” Y/N stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, adjusting her floor-length night robe so that it covered more of her body. His eyes flickered slightly to admire the way it clung to her body. He felt wrong for thinking she was beautiful - he felt guilty - she was his Captain’s wife; but he could almost care less if she was older than him, older than Price, or that she had an adult child the same age as Soap.

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Y/N opened the door and smiled at Johnny and Bobby, “Hi boys, you’re back early! Did you have fun at the game?” Both of them stepped inside the house, Bobby leaning down to kiss his mother’s cheek and hug her, and Johnny awkwardly giving her a hug, relishing the brief smell of her sweet perfume.

“Yeah, it was great, Mum!” Bobby looked back at Johnny as he shed his shoes and jacket, “Thanks for inviting me, Johnny.”

“Eh, no need! But I better get going,” Johnny smiled at Bobby and gave Y/N a nod.

“What? So early? Come and stay a while, sweetheart, I’m making dinner!”

Sweetheart. It was music to Johnny’s ears.

Price came out of nowhere, a folded newspaper in hand, “Hey, boys! Welcome back. How was the game?” Price’s voice made Johnny’s attention switch from Y/N’s to his Captain’s. He wasn’t sure if his Captain could tell that he found his wife exceptionally beautiful - always have.

“It was great! Liverpool won,” Bobby chuckled.

Price walked up to Y/N and wrapped an arm around her waist, then looked over at Johnny, “C’mon, stay for dinner! Unless you’ve got somewhere else to be?”

Slightly embarrassed about being put on the spot, the Scotsman nodded in agreeance, “No, I’ll stay. Wouldn’t miss an opportunity to have dinner made by Mrs. Price.” Quickly shedding his shoes and coat, he followed Bobby into the kitchen, barely being able to meet his Captain’s and Y/N’s eyes. Johnny? Shy? Not normally.

Price couldn’t deny the fact that his wife was beautiful. But she was more than beautiful. She was selfless and kind. She raised a child, Bobby, as a single mom at sixteen with much help she could get from her parents.

But he also couldn’t deny seeing that his men also found her attractive and were very attentive to her every need. The way that their stares either lingered a second longer or they couldn’t keep eye contact with her and would look at him, asking for permission.

And Y/N wasn’t stupid. She was skeptical of being with John from the beginning. But John made sure that she was loved and respected.

“Are you sure about this John?”

“About what?”

Y/N adjusted herself in her seat and took a nervous sip of her wine. Hoping it’d calm her, which it didn’t. John looked at her with slight concern. Every so often, Y/N would get caught up about her being a few years older than John, she had a son the same age as Johnny and Kyle for God’s sake. They’d only been dating for a few months, but she really liked John, really liked him - she loved him.

“You know… about…” Y/N swallowed hard before continuing, the lump in her throat seemingly growing larger, “About me being a few years older.”

Sighing in slight relief, John gave her a soft reassuring smile. He scooted his chair closer to hers and took a hold of her hands. “Y/N, look at me.”

Y/N turned her body and did as she was told.

“Y/N. Age ain’t nothing but a thing. You are a beautiful woman, who’s dedicated her life to being a loving and caring woman, and a great mother to Bobby - he truly adores you.”

Y/N’s bottom lip began to tremble, waves of emotions about to take over her. John kept smiling at her, took one of his hands to caress her cheek, and kept reassuring her, “Y/N. I care about you deeply, I really do- I love you. And my men already feel like they know you with how much food you’re sending me to give them every time I go to work. They can’t wait to meet you. I can’t wait to have you meet them.”

Y/N let out a chuckle and leaned forward, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Both of them chuckle against each other. Y/N finally leaned back and looked up at John, just smiling at him, admiring him.

“How on earth did I meet you, John?”

“You met me when I dropped Bobby off at your house a year ago when I saved him from a bar fight against one of the other sailors.”

—

“Thank you, Mrs. Price, but you really didn’t have to!” Kyle smiled sheepishly at Y/N as she held a paper bag of his uniforms that she’d washed and cleaned.

“Oh stop, it was no problem at all. Lord knows John can teach you how to use a gun and hurt bad people, but he can’t teach you how to do laundry.” Y/N winked at Kyle, then shot her husband with a playful look.

“Hey! I teach them life skills!” John chuckled from the couch.

“Oh and I washed your caps too! I hope you were ok with that, they were dirty.” Y/N opened the bag and pulled out one of them to show.

Kyle blushed slightly and opened the bag and pulled out one of his caps, “R-Really? You honestly didn’t ha-”

“A thank you would suffice, Kyle,” Y/N chuckled as she watched Kyle pull out his cap and examined it, then looked up at her.

“Thank you,” Kyle said sheepishly.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Come, I’ll make you some tea.” Y/N rubbed the side of Kyle’s arm then gently pulled him into the kitchen, where John joined them shortly, “You headed back to the base soon?”

God, how Kyle felt himself melt every time Y//N touched him. “Y-yes, ma’am! We go back in a few days.”

“Oh good, if I don’t see you before then, I’ll send John with some food for you.” Y/N nodded as she prepared a pot of tea and pulled out some things for them to eat. John sat beside Kyle as they both watched Y/N in the kitchen - admiring her for different reasons.

Kyle was the first one to meet Y/N. John was caught up with meetings on base and asked him to go pick her up. She was wearing a sundress - the same one she’s wearing now as she’s preparing tea. He’d honestly never thought that his Captain would ever get married, or at least to someone like Y/N.

She was so kind and caring - he always felt warm inside when she talked to him and never want to be the one to let go first every time she touched or hugged him. He really liked her and would always do everything she asked him to do, even if she wasn’t married to his Captain, especially because she was married to his Captain. He was almost jealous of her son for having a mother like her, but also felt some relief, because what if…? No. He couldn’t. It’s his Captain’s wife. He shouldn’t find her this attractive, especially when she calls him sweetheart, or when she does his laundry or makes sure that they have food to eat. He’s lost count of how many times he’s slept over on their couch and peeked at her in the kitchen in her night robe - getting a glimpse of her a little more than her shoulders.

There was an unspoken conversation between Kyle, Johnny, and Simon that they all found Y/N Price attractive - but in a forbidden way. John Price had an inkling of it, but he trusted his men to behave themselves. However, he did feel lucky to have met Y/N and Johnny.

Y/N brought him a certain peace and calmness into his life - a life of comfort and domesticity that he’d so desperately wanted in his life during the later years of his life but couldn’t bring himself to actually look for it.

Until one day at a bar five years ago when a group of sailors from the Royal Navy was on the brink of a fight. Bobby had just turned twenty-one and despite being almost as large as his men, was probably the most reckless - Bobby reminded John of himself when he was young, in good ways, and bad. Before the fight resulted in someone dying, John pulled Bobby out of the fight.

“Are you out of your damn mind, soldier? You’ll get yourself killed, or worse: discharged.”

Bobby chuckled as he wiped his bleeding face, walking alongside Price as they walked out of the bar, “Funny thing is, I ain’t a soldier, sir, I’m a sailor.”

“No wonder you still got jokes. What’s your name, son?” John chuckled.

“Robert L/N. Call me Bobby.” Bobby held out his hand out for John to shake. He gladly took it and shook it firmly, “John Price. You got a ride home?”

“Not anymore.”

“C’mon. I’ll give you a ride.”

Surprisingly, the ride home wasn’t as awkward as John thought, Bobby was a lively young man.

“You got anyone at home, son?

“Just my mum. Just been me and her for a long time. Grandparents aren’t here anymore.” Bobby suddenly got quiet. The only sound in the car was the music. John nodded at the response, then broke the silence, “I know she’s proud of you, Bobby.”

“I know… Just hate seeing her alone when I go away…”

This tugged at John’s heartstrings. “Your mum’s a strong woman.”

Bobby remained silent as they pulled up to his home. Bobby and John got out of the car, went up to the front door, and knocked.

Y/N opened the door, her smile disappearing as she saw Bobby covered in a now-dried bloody nose and half a black eye, “Bobby! What did you get into?”

“Hi Mum!” Bobby chuckled as he walked inside, giving Y/N a kiss on the cheek. Still in awe, Y/N looked back at John, “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! Thank you for bringing him, sir.”

Slightly taken aback by her beauty, he hadn’t expected Bobby’s mother to be… so attractive. He cleared his throat before speaking, “No, it’s alright. I managed to pull him out before it got worse.”

“Worse? Oh my goodness- Bobby!”

“What?” was heard from the kitchen. Bobby came back into the hallway, half chewing food. Y/N sighed at her son as John chuckled. Y/N turned back at John and thanked him profusely, “Oh please, come in! Where are my manners? I’ll make some tea.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t, Mrs. L/N-”

“Oh please, call me Y/N. Mrs. L/N was my mother. Please come in, I insist. I need someone to help me make sure my son doesn’t do this again." Y/N took a step to the side and let John inside her home. It was warm.

He took his hat off and thanked her, “Thank you, Y/N. Please call me John.”

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Put your head on my shoulder

And here is the famous Valentine's Day One shot that I promised, taking inspiration from a post by @creativepromptsforwriting (link here). I hope you like it!!(and happy Valentine's day everyone 💕💕)

Chloe Valentine belongs to @chloekistune

Alyssa Price belongs to @alypink

Valerie "Gorgon" Watson belongs to @onehornedbeast

Fei Xing belongs to @kikiharinezumi

Maya "Pip" van Rijn belongs to @justasmolbard

"You better hope I don't burn your kitchen," was Chloe's sentence as she and Johnny were driving Eden home again. She had wanted to stay for a few hours at Chloe's house, more to help the latter paint the Italian's studio.

Johnny had been with Gaz and Gorgon to train some recruits before offering to accompany her with Chloe, leaving the 'opportunity for Gaz to provide a surprise dinner for the Australian; Price, on the other hand, had the weekend off, determined to spend it together with Aly and their little girl in the country.

And Simon? Simon was waiting for her at their home in Manchester recommending that she not come because he had a surprise in store. Eden did not know what but if Chloe had mentioned cooking then surely something had to do with it. Already she was praying to those in charge.

"It makes one smile that in a short time Simon has become so devoted, even if it doesn't beat my record does it Piplup?" Johnny with a cluck of his own tongue and a 'wink embarrassed Chloe.

"What are you saying come on Johnny" the purple-haired girl hid her face between her knees, receiving a kiss on the head from him.

"Chloe made you smarter"

"Yeah sure munchkin" joked the Scotsman with Eden, their insulting each other was a form of brotherly love.

"Home sweet home, be sure to remember to lock the room. I wouldn't want the wind to ruin everything" after the last recommendation Eden got out of the car waving goodbye to the couple.

As she walked down the small avenue, the wind began to brush her hair, a nice thunderstorm would come but it was pleasant that feeling. It reminded her so much of Simon's caresses.

From her cell phone came a notification, it was from Rodolfo. It was lovely that she had found in Maya a person for whom she was beginning to trust after the failed relationships he had had.

"I wanted to give Maya this bouquet of flowers, they remind me a lot of 'Holland."

"Go on this one" Eden reassured him by smiling at the 'image of the bouquet of tulips of different colors, she should have planted some more in their garden too.

"Babe I'm home" Eden walked in and smelled a scent of home, a scent that reminded her of her time in Rome for her studies.From the kitchen was Simon, focused more than ever on preparing a dinner of Italian dishes.

Small appetizers, Coratella coi Carciofi and especially bucatini alla amatriciana accompanied by a glass of Argiano Brunello di Montalcino.

"Don't look at me like that, I asked Chloe for the recipe since it's Italian," he snorted amused, before taking Mr. Orange in his arms

"You have your food, those kibble cost me a kidney because of your mommy who wants you healthy," gave the cat to his girlfriend, who began cuddling him

"Daddy is a bad boy isn't he?" The female had her face licked by the feline, being joined by the blond, remote control in hand that set off some 50s music

"Put your head on my shoulder," the lieutenant began to hum as he grabbed Eden by the hips, the cat as a spectator of that scene between his owners. The brunette closed her eyes, head resting on his shoulder, and hummed the tune.

"...Hold me in your arms, baby" she looked up, her green eyes in that 'cheerful and comforting expression thinking how lucky she was.

"I have to be careful, I wouldn't want Fei to get pissed off later since she sewed this dress," he whispered eagerly, nibbling on the helix.

"That is, if I don't make this shirt first? What do you say?" She nibbled lightly on his lower lip, chapped from the cold.

With a turn he brought her shoulders against his chest, giving her a string of kisses on her collarbone.

"Except we have to eat" he reluctantly broke away, taking both her hands "I'm really holding back" he murmured over the knuckles of her hands making them. How could she resist such gallantry?

"You're such a submissive" with that little resolve Eden hand in hand with him reached the table.

"Always and always my darlin'"

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