hi I saw you did a fluff alphabet already for captain Price for some one else but Can I request more letters? you Can pick! sorry for the Bad English and stuff by the way, Its not my first language :)
Hey there! Don't worry, your English is fine! And sure I can :>
Fluff Alphabet for Price 2
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Price is definitely the more dominant person in your relationship. Sure, he could always just sit back and let you do things, but he’s just so used to taking the wheel at his job that he just subconsciously does it at home and with you as well. Will always choose where to go to eat, will always help you in the bath with washing your back and whatnot, will often tell you what he wants you to do. In his case, though, he will reward you for listening to him. For example, he’ll give you a kiss on your forehead, cuddle with you on the couch or try to make your favorite food. He actually does enjoy being the more dominant person in your relationship.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Kind of? He trusts you enough to know that you mean no harm when you’re getting friendly with someone else, most of the time you’re just being polite. So, usually he has no problem ignoring it. But if he’s had a bad day and just wants to have you around him, with your attention solely on him, then he’ll get jealous very easily. Price will become a bit more touchy with you then, putting his arm around your waist, maybe even trying to scare the other person off. Once you’re home you’ll have enough time to get changed into some more comfortable clothes before he just plops down on top of you. Demands you pay attention to him. Scratch his scalp and he’ll calm down more quickly, though.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
He’s not too bad at kissing. There have been plenty of people who have wanted to be with him since he’s a good man. A handsome one too. He’s had a few flings here and there as well, so he’s had his fair share of practice before. Although he’s usually composed when it comes to things like this, he was pretty nervous during your first kiss together. He made it quite obvious that he wanted to kiss you by putting his forehead against yours at first and asking you if you were okay with it. The kiss didn’t last too long, nor was it too intense. It was pleasant and just right. It was the confidence boost he needed to continue kissing you.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
He wouldn’t really beat around the bush too much. If he really likes you then he’ll just make it known. If you reciprocate or just say yes, then that’s great. If you don’t then he’ll just move on. He’s got better things to do than be a lovesick fool, after all. Would ask you to meet up with him at a nice place, maybe even the place you first met if it wasn’t on a mission, and confess to you there. He may know that he shouldn’t really “purchase” you with gifts, but he’ll get you a small gift anyway. Nothing too big, just something small that you can remember him by.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
It’s kind of obvious, actually. Especially to the people, who know him well enough. He becomes touchy with you. It’s not too much, and you could always just ask him to either tone it down or downright stop, but for the time being he will touch you. Just his hand on your arm, on your shoulder or your back. He is a bit touchy with his soldiers too, yes, but just a tad bit more with you. That’s why he doesn’t even notice it until someone points it out to him. His tone is also much gentler with you than it is with others. Plus he’s also more prone to praising you. It’s kind of embarrassing once he notices, but he can’t really correct that behavior either.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Once you’ve been together for some time, he knows you pretty well. He, too, is a pretty observant man. Plus he loves you, so why wouldn’t he want to watch you like a hawk? Is also pretty good at remembering things, so if you’ve mentioned something a few months, or even years, ago, then he’ll remember. This is a good and bad thing because he sometimes will tease you about it when he feels playful. Price can be a pretty empathetic man, especially towards his loved ones. Sure, he can turn that empathy off if he needs to, but he prefers to feel what you’re feeling so he can help you better.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
If you complain about the stench of him smoking then he’ll actually try to tone it down a little bit. Sure, he likely won’t ever be able to stop entirely, but he’ll smoke a little bit less for you. You expressing concern for his health because of it would actually be a motivator for him to stop entirely. But he really needs it since his job is very demanding and stressful. However, you’re pretty much the only person who gets away with hiding his cigars. Everyone else will get an earful or punished, but not you. You will get an exasperated sigh and a “Love, where did you put them this time?” He will complain to you about how expensive his cigars are and how you shouldn’t waste them like that.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Yes, Price is a cuddler at heart. I know I said he’s the dominant person in your relationship, but he really doesn’t mind being cuddled either. In fact, he loves it. Doesn’t matter who’s cuddling who, doesn’t matter what position you’re in, he’s at ease as long as he gets to touch you somehow. However, if you’re not into it, then he can tone it down a little bit, he’s a mature adult, after all. Will still want to hold your hand from time to time, though. And he does love kisses as well. Loves to tease you by kissing the corner of your mouth, just so you’ll pout and ask him to kiss you properly. Whenever he feels like sleeping in you can actually get him to get up by promising him kisses. Tell him that sleepyheads get no kissies and he’ll be up fairly quickly.
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you're all going to hell two
(chapter 2, part 2)
tw: $3lf-h@rm
"A suicide?"
Everyone was agape.
"We have confirmed Mickey's death as a suicide." Poli said, straightforward.
The townsfolk gathered around Time's Square, in shock by the announcement the rescue team had made.
"What?" Helly muttered, scanning the crowd's shocked faces. "Didn't Poli just say it was a murder-"
"Shut it."
Her voice.
The drive home was miserable.
Poke could feel the tension underlying in Bruner. His ugly feeling of remorse and shock, the guilt they both felt, it killed them deep inside. But it hurt Bruner more than it should.
Bruner tried to stop tears. "Good riddance, you know?"
Poke's eyebrows furrowed.
"One moment I was bitching about him and... what if we didn't watch him die?"
Poke wanted to punch him so bad. The realization only hit Bruner when the deed was done. Yet it was more,
evidence against the rescue team.
"If we left, we can't give Mickey justice." Poke gestured sadly.
Bruner hissed.
"Why would they lie?" Poke gestured to Bruner, who was too focused on the road and his bitterness.
"Amber killed Mickey. What the hell would you expect them to do? Admit their crimes?" Bruner griped, though he felt little remorse. The car picked up in speed.
Poke immediately regretted what he did. He looked away from Bruner, sadly eyeing the washed out grays and blues that formed Broomstown.
"They need to learn the truth, Bruner." Poke suddenly alluded, his hands shaky.
"We're gonna get- I'M gonna get outcasted!" Bruner shouted, the pain in his voice seething. "Do you really think they would believe two fucking construction workers over the most respected people in town? Of course not! Everyone knows they are all too nice to commit a crime!"
Poke winced. "But Mickey won't get justice-"
"Justice, my ass!" Bruner berated, the car was zooming. "If only that bitch didn't follow us, if only he didn't act out, if only he wasn't drunk, he would be fucking alive right now!" his voice cracked, "If only we tried to save him, if only we-" tears spilled, "If we weren't- if I wasn't- if I didn't do that, he would still be-"
The car was now moving around intensely. It took Poke's hands for Bruner not to drive them into heaven.
"I- i'm sorry." The car stopped in front of their apartment.
"Calm down." Poke gestured caringly, "Let's talk about it inside."
"This isn't what we talked about at all!"
Roy's loud, angry voice echoed through the room. Amber was blank.
"We're gonna say it was a murder, Roy." Amber argued, hurt in her voice.
"They're grown adults! They won't cry about it like what you expect them to do!" Roy jeered back, his metal hand slamming on the table. Amber winced. "This isn't a fucking-"
"Language." Poli interrupted blatantly. "And Amber has a point. The townsfolk are all idiots. Even if we do tell them it's a murder, they would immediately forget about it and move on with their lives. Saying it was a suicide just has a less probability of any investigation."
Roy seethed. "No, man. You don't get it-"
"I do get it, Roy. They act stupid, we treat them stupid. Just deal with it."
Roy scoffed. "We shouldn't treat them like babies!"
All the while, Helly watched uncomfortably. He wasn't used to everyone fighting and shouting at each other without a care for their feelings.
He stared down at the camera in his hands,
a picture of blood staining some bushes.
"That was crazy!" Cap preened, making a soft left turn. "Who knew it would be... like that..."
"That's bullshit, man." Posty muttered, looking over the backseat to see a completely distraught and terrified Cleany.
"I- I don't believe it..." Cleany sobbed. "He wouldn't..."
"That's the point." Cap sighed. "As much as I want to believe he killed himself, there's no reason for him to. I bet my bank account it was probably that woman who killed Mickey. Her record fucking says it all."
The car drove uncomfortably. The atmosphere tightened.
"What about Spooky?"
Cap raised an eyebrow as he looked at Cleany. "What about him?"
"Did you forget already?" Posty whined, groaning pitifully. "Fucking idiot."
"Yeah, yeah, just tell me or i'll kick you out of this fucking car." Cap snared, rolling his eyes.
"Spooky saw Mickey get killed."
Silence.
"Oh yeah." Cap muddled.
Cleany shivered. "Would the rescue team just dismiss hi account like that?"
"I doubt it." Posty claimed. "But there is chance they could be-"
"Lying?" Cap continued, the horror in his voice unscathed.
Cleany was getting scared by the minute. "But- but why would they lie about-"
Posty hissed. "I'm next, am I?"
The other two froze from that statement.
"I was wrong?"
Camp was in utter shock. He leaned against the seat of the forklift as he collected his thoughts.
"Hey!" Lifty said, trying his hardest to lighten the mood. "It's ok to be in the wrong!" he smiled, yet Camp knew deep inside he felt in pain. "Just..."
"No," Camp said sadly. "It's fine."
Lifty kept driving stesdily despite his crashing mood. "What if the rescue team was lying?"
Camp never turned at someone so quickly. His jaw dropped.
"Why... why would you think that?" Camp scoffed.
"It's just weird, y'know?" Lifty's cheery voice reprimanded. "I know the rescue team won't lie about something so serious but... it just sounds weird. For someone like Mickey to kill himself."
Camp struggled to form the words. Yesterday Lifty was comtemplating the possibility of Mickey's death being a murder and making plans to harass Spooky (which, ironically, Camp followed). And now he was agreeing.
Camp definitely needed an ally.
"He's an asshole." Camp remembered his previous words. "It doesn't make sense."
"I know, right?" Lifty's obliviousness annoyed him deeply.
The two were silent for the whole ride.
Camp thought about it more and how they brushed off Spooky's account. The red lights sneers his mind like gas.
It wasn't a suicide.
Spooky felt like he was thrown under the bus.
"Wha- why?" his voice cracked, "They're lying. I saw it with my own eyes. They were lying!"
His fingers scratched deep in his scalp, to the point he drew blood. Spooky noticed his stained fingertips, yet he kept going, crying depressingly.
"I can't believe..."
He began to feel dizzy, the blood didn't fare much better.
I can't believe it.
nighttime
The headquarters was eerily quiet. Helly watched as everyone sulked on the matter. Amber was pissed at Roy, Poli was pissed at Roy, Roy was pissed with everybody.
One murder suicide can ruin lives.
Helly solemnly walked to his room, which was unsurprisingly taken up by the glowing light of the moon.
"Another day." Helly said bluntly. Normally he loathe going to bed, but after everything, he just wanted to forget that Mickey's death ever happened and live a happy life with his team—his family, once more.
But he felt terror.
He picked up the camera from his shelf and scrolled through the pictures again. The one with blood-stained bushes never ceased to scare and confuse him. Helly contemplated all the wrong reasons of this misconception.
He wanted to believe there was more than the eye can see.
Zooming into the picture, his eyes kept preening into more and more red liquid into the screen, wondering what actually happened.
As he plopped himself on the bed, he heard the crumpling of a paper. It caught him offguard and jumped off the bed.
"Huh?" He picked the paper up, revealing inky handwriting. Helly's interest perked up, terror striking mentally, as it read:
Spooky a witness, tho stupid, but ppl might beleive believe his ass, fucker
he should be gone he shouldn't know abt mickey
His eyes widened horribly.
Helly quickly grabbed his camera and quickly took a picture of the note before crumpling it up and throwing it behind the cabinets. His utter disgust was not a secret and he felt like screaming so loud he cluld break glass.
Of course, he was overreacting. But he could only pinpoint one person who would write such a thing. Who would do such a thing.
Her, ain't it?
Work has never been more miserable.
Bruner chucked in more bags of cement into the growing pile. His hands shaked as he turned the wheel. All he could think about was the rescue team's word. How they would blantantly plagiarize their own image as trustworthy.
"Dude, that's too much!" Dump chatisted from his vehicle. "Put some back in the pile."
How could they do that?
Poke, on the other hand, took it surprisingly well. His emotions were in check and he kept his mind away from the rescue team and Mickey. He worried for Bruner's sanity.
They still haven't decided on a verdict to their plan of telling everyone about who killed Mickey, but it was for another time. Bruner was unstable.
"Are you feeling okay, man?" Max asked the deteriorating Bruner, his eyes sunk deeply.
"Honestly, fucking no." He sighed out. "I just want to-"
"Normally, you would be bitching at this time, but..." Dump paused depressingly. "Gone."
"You can go home, man. We'll tell the boss." Max said nicely, a small smile to compensate.
Bruner smiled back deep from those sad eyes.
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there are so many driving scenes i can't
anyways chapter 2 the complete version is here, i just love idiot townsfolk rooting into the plans of a broken mastermind
now you can all wait for so long so there can be another death; place your guesses /j
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the introduction of drones.
"it was a normal day for the worker drones, like usual. there was no "school", no "work", nothing."
"well, that is, till someone mentioned something about an abandoned place outside of the facility. now that, got-"
"Okay listen. that is just dumb"
"Oh come on! isn't that what you said?"
"Nope. here, I'll explain..."
"back when we weren't, y'know, the place we stayed at was...nice but the humans in that place weren't, minus one of them! I forgot her name, but she was the only "nice" one there as stated before. Now, here's the thing: she wanted to be a mechanic but her parents didn't want that. Instead, they wanted her to be a "Perfect girl" now I'm just going off what I remember-"
"What are you two doing? We should be out getting resources!"
"Right, sorry! Come on H, we gotta go"
"I'll uh, be there in a minute. Go on without me!"
"Whatever you say kiddo-"
"I said come on!"
And just like that, "Star" was dragged out of their ship by A. Now, that just left H Alone.
"Hm. It wouldn't help to look around, would it?"
While thinking, H had gotten up and left the ship. When walking around, he accidentally tripped over a worker drone's body.
"whoops! Sorry buddy!-"
"why are you apologizing?"
The worker was..alive?! Why were they pretending to be dead?! H had so many questions.
"I- how-"
"This thing called Acting? And plus, I just need to see something- wait a minute.."
The worker drone looked H up and down, before realizing something.
"You're one of those disassembly drones, aren't you?!"
"No! I mean, yes!-"
"Yes or no, which is it?!-"
"Yes, but uh, not by choice?"
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End of that!
Leaving it on a cliffhanger y'all.
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