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crashandlivewrites · 4 months

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Bathroom Habits with the 141 Boys

These were random thoughts that I had so I wanted to make it a thing with some input from @soapsgf

TF141 x GN!Reader

CW: it gets mildly steamy in a couple of them, but relatively domestic otherwise

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Chronic shower sharer. If you’re showering, he’s showering. Just enjoys spending the time with you

Hogs the water and adjusts the temperature for his liking, even if you got in there first

Washes your hair and body tenderly, massaging you gently with your favourite soaps and presses soft kisses to your shoulders as the water rinses your skin

Always comments on the smell of everything and tells you his favourites so you buy them again. Also takes into consideration the smells you like best on him

Loves when you return the favour and wash him. He’s a glutton for being pampered

Avid skin-care enthusiast. You don’t get skin that pretty without some TLC. Definitely takes sunscreen away with him

If you’re into skin-care as well, he enjoys doing it together (read: he enjoys lying in your lap and having you take care of his skin for him. Don’t worry, he’ll return the favour)

Does enjoy a cheeky swipe of moisturiser on your face when you’re not paying attention then bolts out of the room before you can retaliate

He’s also a neat man, meticulously laying out your bathroom bench or shelves with products so they’re easy to grab

Enjoys having his face mostly clean shaven when he’s home, but goes to a barber more often than doing it himself

Pushes the toothpaste from the bottom, making it easy to get most of it out

John Price

Not really a fan of sharing showers but enjoys sharing the bathroom at the same time

He likes doing his beard routine/ casual trims if you’re in the shower and vice versa for your small daily tasks whether it be hair or skin care

However, if you are looking to have a bath and you have one big enough to hold you both? You can be damn sure he’s joining you

Also makes it a big deal when he’s back. There’s candles, drinks, bath salts, and a movie playing in the background as you relax, back against his chest

Cannot keep his hands to himself. As you’re paying attention to the movie, his hands are gliding down your sides and over your thighs

Tells you to keep focusing on the movie if you start squirming too much before doubling down

Not big on skin care, but has a beard care range. Thoroughly enjoys spending his time re-shaping his beard especially after coming back, then having you keep up the smaller trims here and there

Does let you put moisturiser and sunscreen on his face but that’s it

Enjoys brushing, stroking, and/ or braiding your hair as you brush your teeth

Sits on the toilet for an hour despite knowing it’s bad for his bowel health

Clenches the middle of the toothpaste tube initially, but does push it up from the bottom when it gets low

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Gremlin in the bathroom. Invades your space. Like Kyle; if you’re showering, he’s showering even if he’s already washed himself for the day

Unapologetically pees in the shower and on you if you’re not careful

Enjoys washing you. Or rather, your chest. Loves soapy nipples. It’s the cleanest part of your body

Also abuses your body with the detachable shower head, holding it between your legs as he pins you to the wall, making you whine

Encourages you to wash him too, trapping your wrists and running your hands over his body suggestively

Can’t have a minute alone with this man. Always has something to talk to you about or show you so there’s no point closing the door

Washes his face with water; bar soap if he’s particularly dirty. We all know he’s a 3 in 1 user

Skin is crusty when he comes back from missions but sits pretty for you if you want to put moisturiser on his face (read: you’ll have to sit on his chest and pin him down but he likes it)

Also another one to spend an hour on the toilet but doesn’t think it’s an issue. Wants you to sit in there with him (no thanks)

Adores it when you shave his mohawk for him. Pretends he can’t do it himself if you’re around. Loves the way your eyes squint in concentration and move his head around forcefully, barking orders at him to sit still

Squeezes the toothpaste right at the top, doesn’t close the lid and leaves it in the sink

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Like Price, also not a shower sharer fan, especially early on in the relationship

The size of him is the main reason, but also wary of making you anxious about his heavily scarred body

No preference of soap or shampoo, probably whatever he’s stolen from base. Also doesn’t use conditioner

Doesn’t mind sharing the bathroom with you though once he gets comfortable, if you happen to be in there at the same time

If you’re having a bath, he won’t join you in the bath, but rather sit next to it on a stool either silently or having quiet conversations with you

Does love washing your hair as he enjoys the way you moan softly at the feeling of his strong hands pressing into your scalp

Always takes deep breaths of your hair and skin when it’s clean, committing the smell to memory

He wears a mask most of the time. He has acne because he doesn’t really wash it, especially on deployment

Doesn’t really care about treating it, but sits for you if you express an interest in taking care of it for him. He won’t admit it, but he is also a glutton for being pampered

Tries to remember what you’ve told him but forgets when he’s away. Sometimes he remembers moisturiser and sunscreen, but it’s a bit hit and miss

Toothpaste looks like he’s had it for years. All shrivelled, cut open, and squeezed to high hell in order to get every bit out

Thank you for reading!! If you have any requests for hc’s, don’t be afraid to send them through!

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blackcoffeemedia · 2 years

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lxvvie · 2 months

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i work at a theme park, so every day i see dads with their little kids carrying them, giving them a high five, lifting them when there’s a parade so they can see ☹️✨ it makes me so happy, it makes me think of the boysss. how would they be in a theme park as parents? you can do only the one-four-one boys if you want to

I see Price as the dad getting all the compliments when he's out with his child(ren), ranging from how darling they are, how calm and well-behaved they are, how at ease he is with them, and oh, is he seeing someone? Currently? Right in front of you and your funnel cake...?

Soap is the dad who 110% does just about everything with his wee little ones. Scared to get on that one ride? S'okay, he's right there with ya. Want that one toy in that game? Sure thing, he'll win it for them. That one dickhead dad and his kid cut in front of Soap and his own? Best believe he'll fight for his and his wee one's honor.

Gaz and his kid(s) are the ones who really go for the food so they'll be trying just about anything they can, honestly. Oh, and the games! They like a good game. As a whole, they tend to stay FAR away from the mascots and clowns. Once Gaz was dared to go on the highest roller coaster in the park by his kid(s) and daredevil that he can be sometimes, um... we'll leave it at that.

Ghost is the dad his kid(s) use to carry the stuffed animals won so he's almost always walking out of the theme park with an arm full of them. Is usually seen standing to the side, arms crossed, and keeping his eye on you and the little ones as you wait in line to get on a ride or grab food or whatever. Will also have his kids on his shoulders or in his arms, too, if they want to see the parade.

Rudy is the mom dad who keeps water, sunscreen, and a park map on hand; if you and he split up so you can take the kids to do their thing, it's check-ups galore via the cell and a designated meet-up spot to reconvene.

Alejandro and his children are just there to have fun. He's the dad whose kids make him get a caricature drawing that you will frame and hang up at home, some face painting done, and it's pictures galore. Too many to count but it's worth it to him. He remembers you and your children's smiles and laughter the best.

Köthulhu and his Köthulhi may or may not give the mascots hell. Probably. As a dare. Which earns him and the kids a stern look from you. But really, you all use Mount Königmanjaro as the personal crowd-parter guy because he's massive, you use him to win those dart balloon games, and you make him stand in line for food or something when you have to step out to attend to the kids because... who gone check him?

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ssahotchnerr · 2 months

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girl dad aaron AMUSEMENT PARK EDITION!!!!!!!

he would spend all his money at the ring toss just to get his girl the prize she wants. he would hold her hand on the swings. he would give into her begging to go on the big drop ride. he would ride in her bumper car, whispering, “c’mon. let’s bump into mommy. it’ll be funny.” he would make sure to smear her in sunscreen. he would let her wear his sunglasses. he would buy her dippin dots and funnel cakes and cotton candy. he would carry her on his shoulders. he would get wet on the water rides with her. he would guarantee they get to sit in the back or front carts (it’s only appropriate to sit in the front on some rides. other rides, it’s only appropriate to sit in the back. he would know which ride requires the back seat and which requires the front because he’s asked around because he wants his girl to have the best experience on the rollercoasters she can.) he would pack so much water to make sure everyone stays hydrated (he’s also got a fanny pack. i don’t make the rules.) he would pose for the cameras with her on the rides (silly faces, bunny ears, kissing her cheek, etc.) and he would obviously buy them and hang them on the fridge until the entire fridge is covered in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aw aw awwww are you trying to make me cry?????? 😭💞💞💞

baby girl's his ride buddy of the day 🥹🥹🥹 it works out perfectly too. i feel like aaron's not too keen on rides - he gets nauseous easily and can only take so much 😭 whereas you're still okay - so you'll go on the more extreme rides with jack. as the two of you are doing that, aaron's on the more tame rides with baby girl, or standing on the sidelines with her in his arms, pointing out you and jack on the ride 🥰 and for the kiddie rides that don't fit an adult, jack happily goes on those with her hehe <3333 best big brother

aaron's hand is always in hers, she's in his arms, or in a stroller, just always accounted for. he's terrified she'll somehow wander away (although she knows not to) or he knows how easily someone could come swoop her up and take her far away (mosley lane 😭😭😭😭) and STOP the visual of her on his shoulders, in his sunglasses that are far too big for her, gripping onto his hair or his head as she chatters away - pointing out what she sees, what rides she wants to go on, what snacks smell yummy, or simply talking about anything <3333 sobbing

when it comes to the prizes, aaron's definitely paying way more than what that item probably cost to make, and knows it's 'lowkey' a waste of money 😭 but there's no price when it comes to baby girl's happiness, he'll do whatever it takes 🥰 the smile that forms on her face when she finally gets the plushie she wanted??? priceless and it's a memory they'll both hold onto forever - aaron takes full advantage of those type of memories 🥺

the bumper cars!!!!!!!!!!! the true highlight of the day 😭 aaron's with baby girl, you're with jack. hehe you peer over as aaron's sneakily whispering to her and eyeing the two of you👀, you know what he's scheming and tell jack the very same thing 🤭 "we gotta get dad and your sister". the laughs that erupt from both of them as they bump into each other 😭😭😭😭 it's contagious, you and aaron are equally as giddy and are loving every second of it 🥰 they even both insist on riding multiple times just to crash into each other LOL

and omg aaron's prepared and stacked for every scenario possible. extra clothes, shoes, socks are in the car (for each family member) for after the water rides. he packs dramamine, ibruprofen, bug spray. he also strategically plans out when to eat snacks or food - to prevent upset stomachs after eating and going on rides 🥴 he brings a tonnn of sunscreen and applies frequently. omg the four of you are pulled off to the side, drinking water and taking a break - you unscrew the top of a water bottle for jack, simply turn your head, and are met with aaron's hands on your face - applying sunscreen generously for you too 😭😭😭🫶🏻 he also brought hats for extra coverage - jack has a baseball cap, baby girl has a cute lil bucket hat 🥰

and AWWW the pictures 🥹🥹🥹 aaron's sure to get multiples too - one for the fridge, for baby girl's room (a pic of them on her bedside table 😭😭😭😭 especially useful when she misses him when he's gone on a case and she just wants her daddy🥺) and his office 😭<3333

as the four of you leave the amusement park when night falls, baby girl is absolutely zonked 😭 her face is smushed into aaron's neck, arms around his neck, maybe even drooling a bit, completely out. hehe so aaron veryyyy carefully places her into her carseat as to not wake her up 🥹 ugh she had the best day <333

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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delcakoo2 · 1 year

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ema’s fic rec’s ₊˚⏃⊹!

i decided to make a lil’ masterlist of fics i thoroughly enjoyed for you guys to also read and support these amazing authors <3 make sure to give them lots of feedback and love; do not be a silent reader T-T! also, there will be no social media aus or smut in any fics below. have fun!!

★ = ALL TIME FAVORITE !!

ENHYPEN !

⚠︎ yang jungwon:

http-do-you-luv-me? ★!!! (16k, jock won, e2l, f, a)

i have reread this masterpiece countless times and it’s p much my comfort fic T-T i could rant about it forever, even if u dont read enha/longfics just read RNNN, all time fav fs <3

for any price ★ (9.4k, assassin won, f, a)

saw assassin and clicked immediately jshsjs, very unique and exciting!! plus yeonjun is featured.. *stares*

in your dreams ★ (10k, dreamwatcher? won, e2l, f, a)

you cannot find any other fic like this one, very creative idea and has a bit of everything !!

love that blooms (demigod au, f)

chasin’ your pretty thoughts (22k, mindreader won, f, a)

lost cause (8.5k, classmate won, f, a)

would you be so kind? (3.7k, classmate won, f)

crepuscule (11.5k, vampire won, f, a)

closer (4.7k, ravenclaw won, f, a)

war tactics and kisses (demigod au, f)

attention, please! (9k, jock won, f, a)

⚠︎ lee heeseung:

always been you (16.5k, badboy/bestfriend hee, f)

my camp counselor is kinda hot (demigod au, f)

attention, please! (8k, jock hee, f, a)

⚠︎ park jay:

study lessons (12.3k, jock jay, f, a)

⚠︎ sim jake:

none for now <\3

⚠︎ park sunghoon:

the 7th sense (10.3k, dragon hoon, f, a)

marriage discount (2k, fake dating, f)

reasons to date (2.8k, classmate/friend hoon, f)

enchanted (3k+ ongoing series, prince hoon, f)

⚠︎ kim sunoo:

none for now <\3

⚠︎ nishimura riki:

sixteen eighty-five ★! (6k, e2l jock/newsclub riki, f, a)

another all time fav, everything about it is just what i enjoy in a fic and i could reread it over and over <33 niki is so mean but then so nice it’s just auhsjs aww

dear bus-noona ★ (0.8k, stranger riki, f)

i barely read short drabbles, but this was absolutely adorable and had me laughing and smiling even with just 800 words <3

kitty got your tongue (14.6k, assassin riki, f, a)

sucks to be you, sleepyhead (demigod au, e2l f)

all i want for christmas is you (5.4k, e2l, fake dating, f)

attention, please! (10.8k, jock riki, e2l, f, a)

lucky charm (2.6k, classmate riki, e2l, f)

behind the net! (9.8k, jock riki, team manager reader, e2l, f, a, plugging my own fic cuz why not)

⚠︎ ot7:

silenced ★! (20k+, zombie apocalypse series)

i just love apocalypse aus so when i found this i KNEW i’d love it <3 the boys are all so loveable and unique in their own ways and mc is so chill but also a badass <3 very high recommend!!!!

TXT !

⚠︎ choi yeonjun:

steal my heart (19.6k, royal + arranged marriage au, f, a)

i said “why won’t you forget?” (2.7k, runaway beomjun, f, a)

mr. vice president (7.3k, frenemies/academic rival yeonjun, f, a)

⚠︎ choi soobin:

actions have consequences (4k, lifeguard au, f, a)

⚠︎ choi beomgyu:

the prince and the jackal ★!! (11.8k natureprince gyu, f)

AAH ANOTHER ALL TIME FAV, i could talk about it forever, but it’s just so unique and close to my heart and the bantering is so cute, idc if u dont read txt read rn it’s amazing <3

the only exception ★ (12.4k, stranger gyu, f)

this fic is just so warm and homely? it made me smile lots T-T

i said “why won’t you “forget?” (2.7k, runaway beomjun, f, a)

favor (4k+ twoshot, classmate gyu, f, a)

⚠︎ kang taehyun:

none yet <\3

⚠︎ huening kai:

none yet <\3

EXTRA ! (i don’t read bts anymore, but i wanted to include these since they’re still favs of mine!)

so you wanna be the best ★ (8.1k, POKEMON TRAINER JUNGKOOK! f)

I GREW UP WITH POKEMON, DIGIMON ALL THAT. so when i saw this??? i genuinely screamed this. one is vv close to my heart <3

lifeguard ★ (12.6k, lifeguard jungkook, f)

this fic will get you to giggle at least once, istg one of the funniest fics i’ve read it is HILARIOUS i’m not over jk putting sunscreen on mcs back and her thinking it was tae the whole time T-T

thank you for reading!! again, make sure to give the authors lots of love :D

#ema’s recs #enhypen #txt #bts #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fic recs #txt imagines #txt fic recs #bts fic recs #enhypen x reader #txt x reader #bts x female reader #kpop fic recs

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ghostb0ii · 1 year

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Captain Price pure headcanons!!

I don't care what anyone thinks he does this

He's always taking care of everyone in the task force like a true dad, will watch over them, bring snacks in his secret pockets just in case ghost or soap get grumpy and will scold anyone who starts a fight.

will post Facebook updates during missions " We are all in one piece " adding photos and definitely making dad jokes on them too.

will secretly play candy crush and when he can't pass a level he asks Laswell for help.

Will have seated chart every time they drive somewhere because he know if he doesn't ghost will make someone cry for sitting to close.

he has ghost sit in the front, Gaz and soap sit together so they can giggle and joke around and Konig will sit alone in the back just chilling.

will sit outside smoking his cigar and either simon or soap will come out to just hangout to watch the night and chat with him.

Loves to fish will get sunburnt like a mf so he wears a lot of sunscreen and of course his hat.

Love's to read, will often fall asleep reading books while he lays in bed.

Overprotective as fuck, so he can be very hard on everyone only because he wants what's best for them. Hi! i hope everyone likes my headcanons and honestly I might never write any NSFW on price because i see him as a father figure so I'm sorry to disappoint anyone, but these are my headcanons i might make more for all the characters. :) ! Also sorry for taking so long with the Fanfics i'm making sure they're perfect! Thanks for all the patience and love!

#mw2 x reader #task force 141 #captain john price #mw2 headcanons #john price #call of duty mw2 #fictional men #headcanons #my headcanons

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prismaticfaery · 1 year

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Platonic!Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader

Summary: The boys weren't used to seeing you so put together.

**TW: Some cursing (?), description of feminine features, sort of gawking men lol.

A/N: Thank you so much! ❤️🥹 I was cracking up writing this because I just saw Ghost in my brain doing this: 👀 and then Soap doing the Will Smith thing with Jada where he's showing her off. I hope you enjoy!

You sat on a neatly made hotel bed, your wet body wrapped in a towel, your hair dripping down your shoulders. A black cocktail dress sat beside you, neatly splayed out to avoid wrinkles. You were tasked with gathering intel– a phone specifically to gather information from– from a notorious Russian mafia boss at a casino in Vegas he frequented when in the States. Flirting with him and gaining enough trust to sit next to him or on his lap at a card table was your plan, and from there, you would sneak a hand in his pocket to grab his phone and snap it away in your clutch. You were nervous obviously as you were quite rusty at flirting and charismatic approaches with people, but you were talking yourself into confidence, and saying words of affirmation to yourself while looking in the large bathroom mirror.

You were told to pick your outfit out at one of the stores in the Miracle Mile of Las Vegas, your Captain handing you his own personal credit card, his eyebrow arching as you hesitate, telling him you felt a certain way about dressing up after wearing military gear and camo for so long and the only time you ever wore anything normal was when it was time to put your pajamas on or when you were going on leave and you picked your most comfortable Civilian clothes– jeans, and a hoodie.

You were usually a foundation type of person and indulged in a little mascara here and there but found it to be smudged or running down your face after sweating while out on the field or working on vehicles. So most of the time, you just opted for nothing covering your face besides your normal skincare routine and some sunscreen.

“You need to look the part– be convincing,” Price shoved a finger at you.

You would normally cringe at the thought of buying something so out of your normal price range but Price had given you such a hefty amount to spend and you weren’t about to complain– the mini black cocktail dress from Neiman Marcus would do. The red bottom stilettos you purchased to coincide with your dress would definitely turn some heads, right? You opted to save some time and money for Price by doing your own makeup and hair, you at least had some experience with those things and you knew your skin and hair type the best.

Stippling foundation onto your freshly washed and moisturized face, you cover up any flaws you had on your skin, setting it with a small amount of powder. The bronzer and blush then go on, and you’re feeling a little more put together. A black smokey eye with winged eyeliner nearly completes your look as you wait for the glue on your false eyelashes to become tacky. You then stand in front of the mirror, two shades of lipstick sitting on the counter in front of you: a deep merlot, and a rusty red. Rusty red it was.

Batting your eyelashes once the false ones were on and dried, you pucker your lips and angle your face in the mirror, “not bad,” you hum.

You were going to be accompanying one of the Task Force soldiers, or rather, he was going to be parked at the bar keeping an eye on you from afar in case anything went wrong. Price didn’t specify who it would be but you were placing your trust completely in them as your life could be on the line if something went wrong. You were growing more nervous by the minute thinking about your mission. You were unsure if you would be able to pull off being charismatic and flirtatious with this otherwise dangerous subject– the Russian mafia was nothing to mess with after all.

“All I have to do is get his phone,” you sigh, repeating that same sentence over and over.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts…

Price:

He stops in his tracks when he comes through the door, nearly dropping the key card, almost unsure if he had the right room at first. This was his first time seeing you put together outside of your usual Military uniform, and bun, with tactical gear weighing your body down and causing you to have back issues. Your skin was glowing, and your eyes sultry with the smoothly blended eye makeup and wispy lashes. The mini dress you wore hugged your curves in the right places and you noticed that his crystal blue eyes lingered on your form for a good moment until he snapped out of it and shifted on his feet. You could almost feel the air around him become hot as his cheeks dusted pink.

Surely this wasn’t the Sergeant he brought on? He was baffled not seeing your face coated in a sheen of sweat and caked with dirt. Was he crazy for thinking how attractive you looked right now? How he admired the soft and supple look of your skin after seeing dusty and crusty men on base for years until you came along.

“Am I convincing enough?” You ask, opening the clutch you were going to take with you to the casino, plucking Price’s credit card out, holding it out to him.

“Very,” he replies with a grin, taking his card and placing it in his white dress shirt pocket.

John “Soap” MacTavish:

“Damn,” Soap’s mouth is agape, standing in the doorway frozen, gaze fixed on your lower half, “thighs that could break necks.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his remark, extending a leg to show it off, his hands placed on his cheeks as he admired the sheen of the moisturizer on freshly shaved skin. God those high heels were stunning to him, the height of the stilettos elongating your legs and tightening your calves. Soap had to adjust the collar of his crimson button down. Was the heat on in the room?

You looked incredible, and he soaked this moment all in because no one on base had seen you in so little clothes before and here you were, mini dress and stilettos, dolled up and he was the one that was chosen to be your partner on this mission. He felt like a lucky man just being in your presence.

“Do I look okay?” Your eyebrows furrowed, your hands smoothing out the black material of your dress.

“Okay? You look like a goddess,” Soap scoffed, his hand motioning to your entire form.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He stared. A lot. Yes, you were already a very attractive person but this sealed the deal for him. Not only were you such a natural beauty, even with motor oil and sweat staining your green military issued shirt with clear exhaustion painted on your face from a hard day’s work but with full glam, you were truly a force. Simon would probably double take the whole night whenever he’d lay his eyes on you because he’d want to savor every bit of you in that little black dress.

You felt your cheeks burn as Simon’s hazel eyes peered right through you, and if you weren’t also distracted by the fact that his usual skull balaclava was gone, leaving his face completely uncovered, you’d notice his fingers lacing together and fidgeting out of nervousness. Now it was equal parts a staring contest between you both.

“Looking spicy, L.t.,” you flash a smile, giving him a once over, admiring his sleek black button up with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.

“Back at you, Sergeant.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz nearly choked as soon as he noticed your glammed getup. Pretty much taken by surprise and nearly dying from choking, he sat on the bed, his hands resting on his thighs. Holding up one finger as his way of communicating that he needed a moment, you try to stifle your laughs by covering your mouth with your palm. Gaz caught himself wiping his hands on his nice black dress pants, as his hands were beginning to sweat and tremble.

“Damn near took my breath away, literally,” Gaz clears his throat, scratching at his scalp awkwardly.

“Too much?” You motion your hands to wave over your outfit.

“Not at all,” he sat back on his palms.

He looked you over, clearly enjoying seeing you in such different attire. Gaz had seen you a few times in your Civilian clothes and this was far from your usual jeans, hoodie, and canvas sneakers. He definitely took glances at your exposed collarbones and neck, the body highlighter glistening with your movements; it was mesmerizing in the light. But he was definitely a man that drank his “respect women juice”, and admired from afar as to not be a creep.

#call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty imagine #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #captain john price #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #kyle gaz garrick

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 9 months

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Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 2: I've Said Too Much

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Content Warnings: Usual COD content (violence, torture, death, guns), mutual pining, back from the dead, friends to allies to lovers, Reader is GN, some use of Y/N.

Chapter 1 // Masterlist // AO3 Version // Chapter 3

You were dropped off like kids at school, waving off the heli as its blades cast pulses of air across the natural landscape, your uniforms rippling against the swift tide. Your ride floated back into the air and swivelled back the way it came. Fading fast, your ears still strained to hear its farewell whilst you adjusted your vest strap so that it was tucked away and irritating you no longer.

Thus began the hike. You thanked your workout regimen that you were able to power-walk up an incline whilst carrying a heavy duty rucksack and replying to any remark made your way.

Any other day, you’d probably appreciate a walk through these forests. Pine trees thick and brusque, blocking anyone from spotting your team but preventing you from seeing them as well. Overcast clouds of the early evening aided your cover into night and meant you didn’t have to carry around sunscreen, force it on your teams whilst they squinted and whined about it, bunch of babies. Another saving grace was your boots, broken in enough that you never received blisters.

One of Čiernik’s lieutenants, an arm’s dealer called Markovič that he’d collaborated with more and more frequently over the past two years, was rumoured to be at this location, and his identity had been pinged crossing the border. Your first step was to reach the safehouse, an apartment in the town Fraleni, where Markovič was known to frequent, and intercept him on his biweekly visit to the only bar (called Los Gatos) tomorrow night. That was the worst thing to do as someone who wanted to remain under the radar: follow a strict routine.

“Makes you wonder what level of stupidly confident they are,” Crash muttered when you revealed this yesterday.

You had to agree, but not without its own warning: “As long as you don’t make the mistake of acting the same.”

Of course you were suspicious of this routine. Whether it was a trap or not, that remained to be seen. But you were prepared for that potential outcome – as prepared as you could be. Ever the restless beast, your mind ran with every outcome it could come up with.

After two hours, you let someone else lead the way – they’d read the maps, checked their compasses. Meanwhile, you played tail end Charlie for the next hour, watching how the two teams were becoming one. Soap and Bronze were directly in front of you – a few feet ahead, chatting about scars on their arms and their sources. Gaz and Crash, as expected, were next up but included Chance in their talk, occasionally reaching Ghost near the front. Price was leading the way now.

Respite from the growing risk assessments let you wonder when Price had adopted this new kind of hat. He’d had a baseball cap not unlike yours and Garrick’s. As a matter of fact, he borrowed one from you the last few missions you had together. You collected it from his bunk the day he was designated KIA, weeping on the bedsheets with it clasped to your chest as if it could reach and heal your heart, bring him back so you could annoy him into giving it back. It now sat folded and burning a hole in your back pocket.

“How do you know Price?”

Ghost, in your little thought tangent, had drawn back to step beside you. His strides were still longer than yours but you could sense his deliberate hesitation to go at full-steam ahead.

“We worked together, ‘just under a decade back. How’d you two cross paths?”

“Met him being assessed to become a Sergeant, then he brought me into the 141 four years ago.”

“Ah.” You didn’t really know what else to say, nor did you want to add anymore. In your brief time with the Lieutenant, and having pieced together pieces of his reputation, you figured he’d probably appreciate your mutual silence.

Not so mutual, it seemed.

“You’ve been after Čiernik for two years?”

“Three, five if you count the theory crafting.”

“I do.”

“Five it is.”

“That why Price didn’t get you on 141?”

A nervous itch began to whisper that Price had talked about you to the 141, and up until yesterday you’d been a name without a face.

“You’d have to ask him that,” You replied after that brief sabbatical into your thoughts.

“Hey Ghost!” Soap was walking with his head craned around as he yelled back, “You playin’ nice?”

“On my best behaviour,” Ghost replied, his Mancunian accent adding a natural humour to his words.

Soap barked out a laugh at that, and Chance followed up with: “Is that so, Captain?”

“Hmm, he’s gonna get a gold star for his manners,” You said.

Just as this steepness was causing you to break a sweat, your team found the vehicle left for you by an ally, a van with tinted windows. A view from the ridge revealed Fraleni nestled at the foot of the hill, with more modern amenities spreading over and out of the bowl of the valley, miniscule windows glowing in the dusk.

Gaz volunteered to drive, letting the rest of the team fight over the passenger seat, then the rest loading up into the back whilst Bronze enjoyed his seatbelt privileges.

“Last time I got in a car with Ghost at the wheel, crushed two guys with the truck bed and almost gave me whiplash,” Soap said to you, his grin boastful.

Ghost blinked slowly at this short story, “Got us out alive.”

The pride in Soap’s smile was still bold as brass, “You sure did.”

And even you could tell that Ghost was likely smiling beneath the balaclava. It vanished when the van bounced like a see saw, everyone letting out noises of distaste to drown out Gaz’s apology.

Backroads and their bumps brought you into the town. Tiny pavements kept the residence confined to it, and no one paid any mind to your vehicle as it weaved around under Bronze’s directions until it turned straight into a garage, the shutters locking in almost immediately after. Efficient, just the way you liked it, and exactly how you filed into the apartment above, scouting just in case. Plaster was spread across the walls like buttercream on a decorator’s first cake. Sparse decoration made the space feel less homely than if everything was bare, the thick layer of dust giving the safehouse apartment a haunting air. The only thing you could appreciate were the ornate rails at the windows, creating two Juliet balconies that perfectly overlooked

Los Gatos was populated with outdoor seating and a wall of glass that folded to leave it open to the unevenly paved street. The food looked miles better than the MRE awaiting your digestion; the smell wafted up across to your building, knocking on the glass. A foolish part of you suggested going down and grabbing some for the team tomorrow.

Satisfied with their initial survey, everyone gathered in the living room.

“Ghost-”

You stopped immediately, because someone was talking over you. Saying the exact same thing in fact. Price was mirroring your expression, his jaw ajar from cutting you off. The team flicked between you and Price like they were watching a discordant match of tennis, waiting for one to let the other score or take the point for themselves.

Within the following second, Price shifted his weight from one leg to the back with an apologetic expression, his hand gesturing to the team, “Your op.”

Why did him passing the mantle back to you feel so irritating? Childishly you wanted to disagree, offer the reply of “your team”. But it was technically your operation, not the polite Olympics. Last thing you needed was your team – now technically both Banshee and 141 – getting the wrong idea about chain of command out here. It was your call.

You started over: “Ok, Ghost, get on the radio to Laswell and update her. Crash and Bronze, set up the perimeter. Gaz, set up sightlines by the windows for where we’ll take watch in slots. Soap, Chance, check the house’s layout for the exits, any dead ends. Once that’s done, we’ll get started on the MREs and organise a schedule for taking watch.”

Murmurs of “yes, Captain” and “on it” followed, bags dumped in the centre of the room before they scuttled off to fulfil their orders. You counted them as they went and landed back on Price who was adjusting a familiar knife handle on his right shoulder.

“What about me?” He asked, still with that relaxed manner meant to appease.

“Come check the plans with me.”

Upon the tiny island countertop, you spread out the plans that had been hiding in your bag’s front pocket. Price stood beside you, and you didn’t ignore how he leant in just a little before speaking.

“I think I owe you an explanation.” His voice was low, his eyes on the others in the room and if they were close enough to hear him. Only you were; a few inches between you and the brim of the boonie left you feeling both discomfited and desiring to lean in further. For fuck’s sake.

Though Price’s words were vague, you knew he was referring to your “unfinished business” – not the mishap over leadership just then, the fact that he’d been KIA in your mind longer than it was a misprint on official documents. Even if the desire to do so was there, you gave no time to playing coy or dumb, especially after such a hike and with so much ahead.

“You don’t need to tell me anything. I read what happened,” You said as you pulled out the blueprints of Los Gatos.

“You did?” Price’s expression and tone were a cross between incredulous and amused.

You remained as neutral as possible, “I requested your file, amongst your team’s. I like to know who I’m working with.”

Ok, that was unintentionally scathing. As you felt the words cross your lips, you felt an edge appear in the final few words to pass judgement on the man in front of you, the kind of man not to tell his best friend he’s not actually dead.

Price’s voice softened, “You’re angry.”

You were four days ago, reading that file of his, redacted areas held up to the light, a stiff drink cooling your palm and soothing your raw throat.

“I’m fine.” Weariness was slipping into your body language, out of the mask, so you adjusted and straightened up your posture. “I’m ready to go over the plans and get this sorted.”

“It’s long overdue, but-” A soft sigh popcorned in Price’s lungs. He must still be a smoker “-I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

That was at least partly true. His capture wasn’t his fault. The last time you heard him being a cry of pain in your earpiece then static wasn’t his fault. Your final moment replaying over and over in your mind, torturing you with every instance you could have intervened, possible or otherwise whilst knowing it was impossible to change it, that wasn’t his fault.

But the years between his return to the SAS and this moment were his fault. What you read about him doing in that span, those were his fault. Most of them were good things: preventing worldwide panic, catastrophe, terrorist attacks. But that long list of achievements and commendations did not report his decision to not reach out and relieve you of the pain you were in. Never sending news of his return, never inviting you to join the 141, never asking you to be a part of his life again.

And, again, you weren’t angry. You had been, and you’d also been devastated that you had evidently meant so little to him when he’d meant more than the world to you. But your head was clear, now that you had missed and mourned for Price longer than you’d known him. The whole ordeal put to bed from your point of view; you just wish he would do the same, for both your sakes.

Price didn’t press for whether you accepted or dismissed his apology, just let you have it and continue with the task at hand.

“Gaz’ll do well down there tomorrow, and Bronze too. I want Soap as sniper, just as a precaution. Chance too. You, Crash and Ghost can intercept in these paths should he make a break for it. I’ll be in the car, ready to take him to the rendezvous for questioning, or for back-up should you need it.”

Price’s affirming nods and hums to your plans were welcomed. They weren’t necessary, neither was his perspective on the plans that you knew were fine. Yet you’d asked for them anyway. Something to consider later.

After another quarter of an hour, you released him to join the others, who’d returned with their duties complete, reported to you their findings, and were opening their MREs – which gave Price an excuse to use that daft pair of scissors he insisted on carrying around with him. You stayed at the counter whilst they cooked, updating your thoughts in your ring-binder notepad. Soap did the same, except his was less tallies and more drawings from the brief glimpse you caught in the tattered leather jacket. You didn’t linger on him, busying yourself with your alone time six feet from the hubbub around the makeshift hobs.

It came to an end all too fast but you didn’t enter this profession for alone time. Chance brought you your plate – some kind of curry - which you accepted then followed her back to the group. No space on the sofas (cushions or arms) so you leant against the wall instead. You were still stirring your meal around in your mess tray when everyone else had finished.

“Captain?” You glanced up to see Chance holding up a deck of cards. “Shithead, you in?”

A short smile brushed across your face, “Sure.”

“I haven’t played in ages!” Gaz said in a tone of hushed awe.

Chance sifted through the deck carefully to check all cards were present, “Crash taught us. She can remind you.”

Already ahead of him, Crash eagerly explained to Soap who’d forgotten the rules and Gaz who was just along for the verbal ride. You let yourself get dealt in, joining around the coffee table. Ghost volunteered for first watch; you had a sneaking suspicion he would sweep the floor everyone if he got the chance to play later on. For the three rounds of Shithead, you were safe from embarrassment. Soap was the first Shithead, then Chance twice which she blamed on being sat beside Crash – merciless and high on breaking her four times Shithead streak.

Settling for the night, the team began choosing their spots on the floor, opting for the biggest room together rather than spread out into the minute bedroom. And if anyone opted to sleep on the bathroom floor, you would’ve asked for a psych eval the second you returned to your base.

You were woken up once, and you rolled over away, trying your best not to notice Price having words with Ghost during their shift swap.

Stirring again at what felt like seconds later, your watch quickly disproved this notion and informed you that it was two minutes until your watch. For that first minute, you continued to lay back, your eyes taking turns to be closed to prevent falling asleep again. The second minute started with you rubbing your eyes and pushing up from your sleeping bag. Then you glanced to where your next two hours would be

Price was sat against the wall, one knee bent, the dull light of his cigar softly illuminating his moustache and nose, but nothing more – attracting no unwanted attention from the street below.

“My turn, scoot.” Awoken somewhere in your muscle memory, your boot gently poked him on the ankle.

Price arched his back with a groan, his shoulder blades crunching as he did so. Then he grappled with his knee to stand up and swap spots with you.You restrained the urge to roll your eyes, the way you used to when he used to put on this act, sounding like a grandad getting out of his easy chair. He was fine. Fit as a damn fiddle.

“Nothing to report,” He whispered gruffly before taking your space on the floor.

Your back guided you down against the wall, and you drilled your stare through the glass. Seconds rolled over one another as you stared at the marmalade glaze that emitted from the scattered lampposts and coated the road. A snore arose from one of the many sleeping bags bundled around your fellow officers. Then another. You sighed in time with the third. Long night ahead.

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AN: Thank you for all the love on the first chapter! I saw the MW3 trailer and I’m Stressed™ about it. I just want all my boys n gals to live!!! That being said, it'll probably motivate me to keep writing, so that I can finish this before the game comes out and if Price dies, y'all have content whilst I go into mourning.

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ghostaholics · 1 year

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𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 (𝒉𝒄)

PAIRING: Captain John Price x fem!Reader WARNING(S): [ 18+ ]; unprotected p-in-v sex; shower sex, unintentional temperature play A/N: I see your snowed-in cabin fics and instead raise you to 45˚C/100F+ scenarios with the desperate need to stay cool; inspired by the excessive weather where I live. Honestly idk what this is. Just sweaty Price brain rot.

❝ Always makin’ fun of my boonie hat – not much of a laugh now, is it? ❞

And without saying anything else, he plucks it off his head with one smooth motion before setting it on your own, a rush of heat floods your face at the idea that he's just sacrificed his most treasured protective outwear at your expense.

❝ Looks good, might be better on you than me. ❞

Having to reapply another fresh layer of sunscreen along the thick muscle of his neck, your hands kneading into the sweat-slick skin at his nape – even though you've already wiped at his neck so that it's dry but the sweltering heart keeps generating more beads of perspiration (drip, drip) in the same way the thought of you touching him spawns a fresh gush between your legs, all sticky and messy.

And what makes it even worse is the soft grunts he lets out as your fingertips work on their own accord, finding a knot in between his shoulders and easing the point of tension there with purposeful movements as he relaxes under you, but you start to falter because he's making noises that you really don't want to think too much about before his voice, pitched low and hoarse, startles you out of your thoughts—

❝ Keep at it, love. ❞

Then you're finally done; you tell him so, and you feel some reluctance as you're pulling away because a stupid part of you wants to know what other sounds you can coax out of him. So you adjust the shemagh over his neck back in place and swallow the lump in your throat.

❝ Thank you, ❞ he murmurs, and it's in the same fucking tone he used earlier that turns your breathing shallow and useless.

❝ Anytime. ❞

Then he turns around, eyes smoldering, irises bleeding blue and says—

❝ Don't say that if you're not looking for me to take you up on that offer. ❞

Price fetches some ice cubes. You're not sure where he gets them; you only know that he turns up with a container out of nowhere.

He cups your jaw, angles your head up to expose the column of your throat, cool mouth pressed against your heated flesh, slighty salty with sweat. It's almost overstimulating, the coldness of his lips and the rough scrape of his facial hair against your sensitive skin.

When it melts, he laps up the remaining liquid, flattening his tongue, leaves little nips here and there as he trails over your neck.

The shower in the safehouse is complete and utter shite, not cold enough, lukewarm at best, but it's running water so he can't complain too much about all of its faults as long as it washes away the sticky feeling of being drenched everywhere along his body.

He's peeling off his gear fast, every layer, shucking it off on his way to the bathroom

And while you're still transfixed on his retreating figure, he notices that you don't follow him so he comes back, drags you into the bathroom without saying another word.

He sits you on the counter, starts with sliding your jacket off your shoulder, unlacing your boots, pulling off your top, and once you finally snap out of it, you're helping him speed up the process.

He could fuck you like this, on the counter, or over it with the mirror in front of you. But he doesn't. Maybe later.

Another reason this shower's fucking terrible: it's a small space that can really only accommodate one person, but he'll make it work, god damn it, and he hoists you up, has your legs circling around his waist because space in this cramped stall is both a luxury and a curse.

You tell him to fuck you, not to waste time on foreplay because you've been waiting so long, and he knows, he's just as bad.

❝ I will after, I promise... I fuckin' promise I'll take my time then. ❞

He groans as he pushes into you, feeds you his cock. You're right; you're ready for him, cunt swallowing him whole as he fucks you against the shower tile.

❝ Just too easy, sweetheart. ❞

#don’t read this I think I wrote this under a fever dream #i'm pretty sure i had more to say and just cut to the chase #john price x reader #john price smut #john price x you #captain john price #cod headcanons

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faffreux · 6 months

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I may have picked the silliest time to ask, but if you hadn't already posted any, would you mind giving some advice about what to look for or avoid in sunscreen? I remember you're pretty knowledgeable in skincare and I wanted to ask since I'm starting to get into beach cleaning!

TWO WORDS: ASIAN SUNCREEN.

I don't even bother with western stuff anymore. All of my suncare is from either Japan or South Korea because their formulations are FAR more elegant in the sense that they will go on smoothly, disappear into the skin and just generally feel like you're not wearing much of anything after. This is in contrast to a lot of the tacky/sticky and chalky sunscreens in the USA where I'm from. Also their UVA filters are far more advanced than ours and use more recent technology - these are the filters that'll help prevent skin damage and premature aging. A few recommendations for you to look into:

ANESSA brand sunscreens as a whole - these provide some of the best protection on the market but the downside is they can be a little pricy! My personal favorites are ANESSA Perfect UV Sunscreen Milk and ANESSA Perfect UV Sunscreen Skincare Gel.

Biore Aqua Rich Watery Essence. Japanese Biore sunscreens are some of the most popular on the market due to their great protection AND super affordable price. These dry down matte very well too!

Skin Aqua Super Moisture Gel or Skin Aqua UV Super Moisture Milk. Also affordable and super protectant.

Beauty of Joseon Relief Sun. I haven't tried this one personally but everyone I know who's big into sunscreen loves it AND it's affordable so I'm going to recommend looking into it. Hope that helps!! Good luck and I think it's fantastic you're helping clean up our beaches!

#asks #skincare

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just-another-siimp · 1 year

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Sand - Kyle Garrick x Reader

Just a little blurb about the reader and Kyle going to the beach, and talking shit while they're at it. Written for my beloved @mydogeatscoffeecups & @komorebiiiiiiii

Warnings: Probably a 16+ warning on this because wow Gaz is yummy istg, it's just fluff, and some sunburn. PUT SUNSCREEN ON KIDS.

Sand. It burned bare feet on summer days as hot as this, children ran across it ignoring their parents' yells for them to slow down as they hurled themselves into the water. Gaz had suggested bringing those portable deck chairs Price never used, it was hard to imagine that Captain sitting on the beach soaking up some sun. When you’d asked he was more than happy to let you both borrow the chairs, not after making you promise to put sunscreen on every 2 hours. Apparently the last thing he needed to deal with was two of his (children) best operatives were burnt to a crisp.

Sitting in the sand next to you was the aforementioned sunscreen, the sun felt abnormally hot on your skin, a hint that it was perhaps time to reapply. A while ago Gaz had left to go and get ice cream, mumbling that it would be a travesty not to have a cool treat. Sunscreen could wait a little longer, a extra pair of hands went a long way in the world of sun protection.

You could feel him staring, brown eyes drinking in your sun touched skin as he returned from the ice cream vendor. Opening your eyes it was a surprise (and a blessing) to see him standing shirtless in front of you, he’d left with a shirt on but now it was tucked into his shorts. He shot you a lopsided grin, you melted just like the ice cream in his hand. His skin glistened in the sunlight, beads of sweat training down his chest leaving an onslaught of sinful thoughts in its wake. The sight alone was delicious, he was delicious. So much so that you’d almost forgotten about the melting ice cream in his hand.

“Got your favourite, it’s a little melted but it’ll do.” With the slightly soggy cone in your hands you made quick work of the melted ice cream before it trickled onto your hands, covering your eyes with your free hand you looked up at him head tilted to the side.

“You’re the best- did you get something for yourself?”

“Yeah an ice lolly.” Ah here we go with the pretend British words.

“You mean an iceblock?”

So it began, the argument about what words were proper ‘english’ and what words were made up. Kyle liked to remind you that if it wasn’t the Queen's English it wasn’t real, you liked to remind him that she didn’t create the English language. By the time the argument was over your ice cream and his ‘ice lolly’ had disappeared, the two of you enjoying the last dregs of sun as it set.

The ride back to the base was filled with shitty radio music, the kind both of you hated but sang to. Cherishing a moment where you didn’t have to worry about being thrust into a gunfight, where you could just be with each other pretending everything was alright with the world. Neither of you wanted to leave the car, stealing a few brief kisses before having to pretend like there was nothing going on between you.

His hand rested on the small of your back as he opened the door to the base, touch lingering as you walked ahead of him. You could feel his eyes following your movements as you peaked into the kitchen, shoulders tensing as Soap cheered at your arrival home. Taking a moment to look back at him, you mouthed the word ‘tea?’ to which he only nodded. Only once you had all relaxed did Price grunt, catching your attention as you pulled the tea bag from Kyle’s mug.

“What is it Captain?”

“You’re sunburnt, the both of ya.”

#kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #reader insert #task force 141 #call of duty mw2 #modern warefare ii #call of duty x reader #modern warfare x reader #this was really written for me #a bit of self indulgence with influence from my two faves #pls reblog #simp writes

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femmefatalevibe · 11 months

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Spring 2023 Favorites

Bringing 2010s YouTube trends to Tumblr with this one. Here are some of my beauty, fashion, and lifestyle favorites of the moment to try out for spring/summer. Hope you love them xx

Beauty/Skincare:

La Roche-Posay Anthelios Sunscreen SPF 60

CeraVe Plant-Based Hydrating Makeup Removing Face Wipes

Paula's Choice 0.3% Retinol + 2% Bakuchiol Treatment (new holy grail – I love it paired with the First Aid Beauty Hydrating Serum with Hyaluronic Acid)

e.l.f cosmetics O FACE Satin Lipstick in Dirty Talk

Palmer's Cocoa Butter Formula Lip Balm SPF 15 (I never hear this product being talked about – I think it's the best drugstore lip balm, personally!)

Wander Beauty Baggage Claim Eye Patches

OUAI St. Barts Cleansing Scalp & Body Sugar Scrub (I've only used it on my body, but it's a holy grail body exfoliator for me now)

Essie Stay Longer Top Coat

Fashion:

Uno De 50 Chainlink Necklaces & Bracelets

Crystal & Beaded Bags (I've been loving my Shrimps, Stella McCartney, Kara, and Giarité ones this season!)

Square Toe Loafers (My favorites are from Vagabond!)

Slim Wedge Heels (I love the Reformation minimalist ones/M. Gemi options)

Silk black button-ups (My favorite ones are from Equipment and LilySilk for a more affordable alternative)

Vest & Wide Leg Trouser Co-Ords (Frankie Shop, BITE Studios, Favorite Daughter, MM6 Maison Margiela, LouLou Studio, Reformation, and Dissh are my favorites across price ranges)

Adidas x Stella McCartney Sneakers

Lifestyle:

Face Gym Face Ball Tension Release Tool (Sounds dumb but it actually works so well to relieve tension headaches/random aches)

OXO Good Grips SimplyTear Paper Towel Holder

Softsoap Antibacterial White Tea & Berry Scent Hand Soap

La Colombe Colombian Cold Brew

Brami Lupini Beans (love to pair these with a Honeycrisp apple as a snack!)

Non-Fiction book I'm currently reading: On Our Best Behavior: The Seven Deadly Sins and The Price Women Pay To Be Good by Elise Loehnen

Fiction book I'm currently reading: Beware the Woman by Megan Abbott

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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MDZS summer vacation headcannons

...because it's so warm and sunny outside that it makes me think of the seaside

Warnings: some suggestive implications bc it's wangxian, ofc they're going to be horny

Under the cut because it got long

"Lan Zhan, we should go to beach some time soon!" Wei Ying says in passing as they're drinking their coffees one morning.

"Mn. We will."

Next day LWJ gives WWX a three-fingers-wide file with suggestions for destinations, hotels, fun things to do and reviews from several reputable websites.

It's color coded, laminated, with high quality pictures of rooms and amenities.

"We could have just looked online, Lan Zhan."

"You told me you prefer to read on paper and take notes rather than use a screen. If I can make it easier for you, I will."

It's all 5 star hotels with scenic views and luxury packages only. All the best for Wei Ying, no holds barred.

"Lan Zhan, why are there no prices in this file?"

"Prices do not matter, Wei Ying, I can afford anything for you."

What a man

There are also transportation options, all of them super fancy and customizable

"...a private jet?"

"It is a lot more convenient than commercial airlines, Wei Ying. Flights to our destination are overcrowded and at difficult times of the day for you to wake up at."

"You want to rent a private jet just so I don't have to wake up early?"

"Yes."

What a man x 2

(He also wants to rent the jet so he gets to comfortably join the mile high club with Wei Ying but that's a secret)

Anyways

Once at the fancy resort, they become the talk of the town

Hotel staff loves them

They never tip below 100$, they're both nice and respectful and LWJ glares down entitled Karens whenever they're in his earshot at the restaurant/reception/pool etc. until they shut up

Amazing guests 10/10, staff at other hotels is envious not having had them as clients

The top Google search of the week in the area is "single Lan men"

Everyone knows the super rich and super nice couple living in the presidential suite must be protected at all costs (and spoiled rotten)

They get so much complimentary wine and chocolate that they pack some of it to bring home and gift it to friends and relatives

There's always fresh flower arrangements and various trinkets awaiting them after they return from the beach or from visiting the area

Speaking of

Going to the beach is the only time when WWX willing wakes up early

He likes watching the sunrise

They have such a big beach bag

What do they even carry in there, it's like 10kg

"Lan Zhan, how much sunscreen did you even pack?"

"5 bottles. There are also 2 bottles of tanning oil, 5 towels, three charges, a power bank, money, two changes of clothes... and two bottles of lube."

LWJ is very forward-thinking, you see

The hotel has a private beach and the private beach has a VIP area - LWJ rents it all out so he and WWX get some privacy to enjoy the sun, sand and sea (and the sex)

They rent one of those fancy beach beds with a canopy (like this one) because just laying a towel on the sand is boring

Cocktails. So many cocktails

Bar staff has so much fun making them because WWX obviously knows his way around alcohol so he suggests all sorts of fun mixes and ingredients, it's a whole thing

LWJ quietly sips his mocktails and watches in adoration

(No alcohol for him until later in the day because he gets super light headed in the sun after alcohol and becomes an un-Lan clumsy mess) totally not projecting lmao wdym

None of the fancy apparel stops WWX from building sand castles and collecting seashells to give to LWJ as courting gifts like a crow

"Lan Zhan, do you think I could catch some fish if I dive fast enough?"

"Lan Zhan, look! A crab! It looks like your uncle!"

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, I think there are dolphins a bit farther out, let's rent a boat so we go see them!"

They do rent a boat, a small yacht to be more exact

LWJ knows how to sail and WWX suddenly can't be bothered with anything but how good his husband looks doing it

(They end up, um, rocking the boat before they even get to see any marine life)

They also rent jet skis

They race each other and do all sorts of fancy tricks to show off

The rest of the beachgoers are bewitched watching them

(It's a whole mating dance for them but people just think they're super competitive or something)

"Hey Lan Zhan do you think we can go far enough so nobody can see us and you fuck me on this jet ski?"

"Wei Ying."

"What, it would be fun!"

(It was)

(Why are they so horny)

The whole time is basically spent fucking after doing various holiday activities

Buying souvenirs? Fucking in the hotel afterwards

Having dinner? Fucking in the restaurant bathroom if the room is too far out

Romantic sunset walking on the beach? Fucking against some rocks after it gets dark (because sand is annoying and gets in unsavory places)

They take so many pictures

WWX posts almost everything on his socials and it's annoying

(nobody dares say anything bc LWJ would doxx them)

They end up stumbling upon some beach party at some point and ofc WWX wants to join in

The hosts are nice and a bit drunk so they agree, LWJ buys everyone shots and the party stretches until the morning

(WWX enjoys dancing and teasing LWJ about it but LWJ gives him the "you'll pay for this when we get back home" look and he knows it's worth it)

"Lan Zhan, let's go swim, I've always wanted to do it in the dark!"

(They do it. Oh, they also swim)

Everyone back home gets a little gift/souvenir thing which translates into an extra 3 luggage bags for LWJ to carry

"We definitely need to do this again, I had so much fun!"

LWJ takes out his laptop immediately and WWX starts laughing.

"Not that soon, Lan Zhan!"

(It is that soon, they basically have a redo of their honeymoon. It's great)

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #original thots

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welcome-to-neighborhood-park · 8 days

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Howdy Pillar

Everyone say Howdy Do to Howdy Pillar! Playfellow Engineering is ecstatic to introduce you to Neighborhood Park's jolliest salesman. His design changes are more subtle than Barnaby's, but you can't beat perfect professionalism!

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Howdy Pillar is the best shopkeep this side of Home! It’s not easy but with four arms and his quick-witted charisma, Howdy makes it look as easy as discount pie! Howdy’s got a knack for funny business and loves sharing jokes and stories with visitors, but they can’t top the hilarity from his most loyal customer Barnaby. Trade jokes, quips, and alike and in exchange Howdy will offer you One Limited Time Discount Coupon to be used at any Howdy’s Place sponsored stall around the neighborhood! If your humor meets the price tag that is!

Howdy’s Place is your one-stop-shop for gifts, souvenirs, and games! Business has been booming so Howdy’s Place has had a remarkable expansion! With all that extra space not only does Howdy have more room for products, but he managed to pick not one, not two, but four miniature carnival games! Visitors at Howdy’s Place can test their luck at the Spinning Wheel, or try their hand at Ring Toss, Grasshopper, or Penny Pinch. Howdy’s Place is the home of everything you need, so don’t worry if you left your sunscreen at home because Howdy has you covered!

Hungry from all that shopping? Then Caterpillar Corner is just what you need! Attached to Howdy’s Place is Home’s top-rated diner, albeit the only one. This lively eatery offers a wide range of menu items for any appetite and diet. From the Ball Park Hotdog to Howdy’s House Salad, there’s plenty to go around! Caterpillar Corner has a variety of seating arrangements with both indoor and outdoor seating. Visitors who sit outside can enjoy their meal as they watch Barnaby’s Lazy Tree Ride ease its way under the shade.

That’s not all Howdy has to offer! Take a ride on the Caterpillar Carousel as these worms inch wondrously about! These rideable caterpillars are modeled after the very the same caterpillars visitors can find in Frank and Julie’s Garden Maze, while other, special designs are inspired by some of Howdy’s family members. It’s made clear who’s who when boarding the carousel.

Last but not least, what’s with all the stalls? Scattered throughout Neighborhood Park are different food and drink stalls for any craving! Many of these popups have been graciously sponsored by Howdy’s Place. Howdy wants to make sure that every visitor gets what they need and what they want even if he’s not there! Pretzels, churros, sodas, and more on the go delights can be found all around the neighborhood.

Eye Color: Red Height: 7'6" or 90 inches Age: mid 20s Additional Details: apron pockets, assorted pins around nametag including a green apple pin, small tail with matching pattern to antennae, noticeably fluffier

Sentient. Unaware.

#Howdy is open for asks!#fun fact despite my desk being in the Post Office I actually work with Howdy more often #he helps a lot with advertising and marketing #neighborhood park au #welcome home #welcome home au #howdy pillar #cast member information

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Hey, idk if this is weird to ask but I might be ending up homeless soon and might not be able to find a shelter; you posted before about having experience with homelessness and I was wondering if you have any advice on how to survive that.

Sure thing, I can talk about that.

There are many steps to go through before you have to consider living on the streets style homelessness, first of all.

First, check with friends. Most friends will do what they can to ensure people they care about don't end up on the streets. That being said, try not to wear out your welcome. Rotate between people if you can.

Use Facebook to reach out to housing groups. Especially this time of year, a lot of people are moving out of cheap housing since school is out.

And, of course, double and triple check about shelters. Unfortunately shelters are pretty full these days. Housing prices are getting ridiculous. But, hey. Doesn't mean you shouldn't check. There are general homeless shelters but there are also specific homeless shelters. Are you running from abuse? Are you a woman? Mentally Ill? Indigenous? LGBTQ?

On that note try to connect with services particular to your situation! They will often have some great resources.

If after all that, you find yourself on the street... it's time to strategize. Thankfully we're getting into warmer seasons. Being homeless in the winter is fucking rough. Even so, make sure you have some warm clothes.

Personally I didn't find myself on-the-street homeless very often but if you get to this point, the best advice I can give you: mind your business. Do not get involved with other homeless people. Especially don't get wrapped up in other people's drama. Don't snitch, don't argue. Just mind your business and if things get heated, leave.

Try to find out where you'll physically be sleeping. Give encampments a wide berth unless you're invited to park next to someone. (and I still would be avoidant considering my previous point.) Tents can be nice to have. You might have to tear down in the morning and that can be annoying but if you're confident you can find a place to pitch one, absolutely go for it. If you're lucky you can find somewhere to set up permanently and spend most of the day there. Do not leave your belongings there unguarded, especially if you have anything valuable. You might want to consider storing valuables with a housed friend. People will take your shit if they think they can get away with it.

During the day find places like public libraries to hunker down in if you don't have a tent. I also spent some time in a hospital cafeteria. Malls with food courts are good too, the bigger the better.

Do your best not to *look* homeless. The best way to do this is to take care of your hair and take care of your clothes. Do not dye your hair unnatural colours. It's too hard to maintain when you're on the streets and it's a dead giveaway. If it's already dyed, dye it a dark, natural colour like brown or black because they will last the longest. Even if they can't house you you can find places that will let you do laundry and clean up usually. If you can't find somewhere then find single bathrooms with locking doors to wash up in. If you look clean and keep to yourself most people won't bother you in public. If you come out of a bathroom with wet hair though you might want to go somewhere else to hang out.

Charge your phone where you can and keep a portable battery. You can get pretty good ones that will last sometimes up to 72 hours. I would also advise trying to get a good data plan. These can get fairly cheap these days. I'm getting 60 GBs for 40$ a month at the moment.

If you live somewhere near the beach, consider sleeping on the beach during the day (wear sunscreen for the love of God) and being up at night. Again, this is a time where looking clean and minding your own business will help you. No one bats an eye at someone napping on a beach.

Alternative to tent: Hammock. Looks a lot less conspicuous and you can get some pretty good ones on Amazon for a decent price. If you're worried about weight get one that's graded as a two person hammock. This is better if there's a woodsy area around. No one will bat an eye at someone napping in a hammock most of the time. They're really mobile and only take a few minutes to set up.

Mostly you want to stay inconspicuous, connect to whatever resources you can, and move around as much as possible. Good luck, and I hope you figure things out.

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