When I Tell You I Was Pissing My Pants Laughing At This.

so excited about you having your requests open. I love your page!!

can I please request: Simon Ghost Riley x wife!reader?

Ghost and the rest of tf 141 are on a mission and end up getting detoured by who ever they are taking out (Russians, Hassan, etc). They need a safe house and quick! Well it just so happens simons place is right near by and simon takes them. the reader is home alone and just got out of the shower, she heard a bunch of men downstairs and gets freaked. In just her bathrobe, reader takes one of their safety guns and goes to defend herself against the “intruders” but really it’s just simon and gang

(sorry if this is long I got excited)

please and thanks

Hello! I’m so happy you’re enjoying my blog! I do apologize for the delay I was hospitalized for a lung infection (shit sucks dude I felt like a Victorian child dying of tuberculosis) but I’m all good now! So enjoy!

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Summary: After their mission becomes compromised Task Force 141 has to take up shelter in a safe house or the Riley Family home much to the surprise of Mrs. Simon Riley

Warnings: innuendos

“Come on I know a place.” Ghost grunted through his skull faced mask. The Lieutenant begrudgingly huffed & puffed leading the rest of his teammates through the forest that lead to the cottage where his family resided. After their location had been compromised Laswell ordered them to find a home in order to stay in where they’d go undetected. With them being only ten miles away from the cottage he called home with his wife, he knew it was the only option. Finally, after miles of hearing Gaz & Johnny complain about their feet aching they reached the wisteria ridden cottage.

He started to reach into his pocket & pulled out the key to his front door.

“Take your shoes off,” Ghost demanded. “We don’t want to track mud.” Photos of a very beautiful young woman in a wedding dress graced the walls of hallway leading into the living room. Simon could hear the water running in the upstairs bathroom indicating to him his beloved darling wife was showering.

“Simon, how do you know about this place?” Soap asked after he kicked his boots off. “I’m assuming you know the beautiful lassie in the photos.” Price chuckled to himself, knew about you. Simon had come to him to ask for advice on a lot of different things in regards to a marriage. His most recent was about children. It was just four months ago you had found out you were with child.

“Something like that.” Simon replied, & removed his mask. Gaz & Soap gave each other a glance knowing he must’ve felt very comfortable with his environment. A black & white cat rounded the corner out of the kitchen. He made a beeline for Simon & started to rub up against Simon’s legs. Bending down Simon grabbed the feline & started to pet him.

You had decided to run a shower, needing to wash away the grime of the day. Your current tired pregnant state made you incredibly drowsy. Resting your head against the cold tile you could’ve sworn you heard the door open. Chalking it up to pure exhaustion you ignored it. Then the all familiar sound of boots coming off by the front door made your head snap. You turned off the water, & dried yourself off. Wrapping yourself in your bathrobe & throwing on a pair of panties you grabbed the shot gun that laid next to the bed. If there was one thing Simon taught you was to defend yourself.

Slowly you started to make your way down the staircase shotgun pointed outwards. Once at the bottom you turned the corner into the hallway. Seeing the all familiar broad shoulders of your husband made you lower your shotgun.

“Si?” You asked clearly confused now cradling the shotgun in your arm. He turned around holding, Phantom your beloved tuxedo cat. “I thought you were supposed to be home in a few days.” You stated clearly confused.

“I’m sorry love, we needed somewhere to stay for a few days.” He replied. “Just until the heat dies down.” He gave you a kiss, much to the surprise of his teammates. “How the little one?” He asked placing one of his large hands on your lower abdomen.

“The usual,” You replied. “But overall we’re just fine.” Soap & Gaz stood there with their mouths wide open in shock.

“You have a kid?!” Soap asked.

“Back it up when did you get married?” Gaz asked. Price just stood there pinching the bridge of his nose at his teammates ruining the lovers moment. Simon holding his wife tightly now turned to face them.

“I got married three years ago, & we’re expecting our first child in five months.” Simon replied. “This is Mrs. Simon Riley, Y/N.”

“It’s so lovely to meet all of you.” You replied beaming. “Hi, John it’s nice to see you again.” You said waving at Price. Both Soap & Gaz looked at him shocked.

“What?!” John asked. “It wasn’t my responsibility to tell you.” Noticing your lack of clothing you excused yourself to change, & brought down old pajamas of Simon’s for the boys.

“The shower is open, & let me bake some cookies for you boys. You must be hungry.” You said. Simon took his usual spot on the couch & turned on Netflix. You loved taking care of Simon, he was the love of your life. The two of you depended on each other for everything. His job was a big stressor in his life & you wanted to make his home life as relaxing as you possibly could.

Soap, & Gaz were in seventh heaven in a world of hardened military men, the tender touch of a woman was exactly what they needed. Someone to just take care of them for a little bit to let them escape from the reality of their lives. Once the cookies were done you brought some plates out for them & then took your place right next to Simon on the couch. He pulled you in tightly, your head resting on his chest & his hand resting on your lower abdomen caressing the small bump. After a plate of cookies you both fell asleep on the couch. John himself was already knocked out in the little recliner that sat next to the couch his bucket hat covering his face. Gaz nudged Soap to look at their sleeping Lieutenant & his darling wife. It was so foreign to them to see him in such a soft state. They had seen him snap men’s necks the way you’d snap a Kit-Kat but here he was even in sleep being so gentle. Soon afterwards the two men also let sleep take over, letting the uncertainty of the situation become a problem for tomorrow.

Post-Baby Bath

Captain John Price x F! Reader

Summary: John decides to help his beloved wife out by pampering her while their newborn is settled down for nap time

A/N: incase you can’t tell my baby fever is at a all time high this week

Warnings: mentions of childbirth, surgery, sexual innuendos

Delivering a baby is no easy feat, hell pregnancy alone is no easy feat. You had just delivered your baby boy not even a week ago. While he wasn’t a very fussy baby, taking care of a infant while healing wasn’t easy especially while healing. You had deliver your son your own while John was on FaceTime. The delivery nurse had to console you so you didn’t raise your blood pressure. It was your worst nightmare. So here you sat at home, alone holding your infant son as he nursed on your chest. He was all John, he had his eyes, nose, & thick head of brown hair. You ran a finger across his pink chubby cheeks as his big eyes stared at you.

The sound of the door lightly opening & closing along with the shuffling of combat boots.

“Darling?” John’s thick accent filled the air. He was home, a sigh of relief washed over you. You were no longer alone in taking care of your newborn.

“I’m in here love,” You replied rocking your son. John walked in to the bedroom & removed his combat boots. A small smile started to appear on your face. With your free hand you reached out for him & cupped his right cheek. He sat down on the edge of the bed & looked down at your newborn son.

“Oh darling,” John said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He took a long look at you, the guilt of not being there weighed on his conscious as he took in your appearance. Small bags were under your eyes from exhaustion, your hair was all tangled, & your skin was pale. Then he looked down again at the bundled in your arms. “He’s beautiful. I’m so proud of you.”

“You wanna hold him he’s just about done.” You said as the newborn started to become fussy. He unlatched from your breast & you handed him over to John’s open arms. John’s large frame made the already small baby boy look microscopic. You put your breast away & just admired the scene in front of her. Your son was looking up as his father with amazement. His face wiggled around with different expressions & his chubby little hands reached out for his beard. Tears welled in John’s eyes at the site of his newborn son.

“I am sorry for missing the birth, baby.” John said he as he looked at you, guilt in his eyes. “You must be so tired.”

“I’m not gonna lie I am.” You sighed. “I haven’t showered in two days. I feel so gross.” Your son had fallen asleep in John’s arms by now. “Oh thank God he’ll be asleep for hours.”

“Why don’t I put him down in his bassinet then draw you a nice warm bath.” John suggested. You smiled at him.

“Baby that sounds absolutely wonderful.” You sighed at the thought. John played your baby in the bassinet & then walked into the bathroom. You could hear the water starting to fill up the tub from your place on the bed. John came out of the bathroom & picked you up out of bed. The past few days you moved with the pace of a snail. You were still healing down there & any sudden movement was painful. Your head rested against his chest as he gently carried you into the bathroom. He put you down gently on the bath mat next to the tub. You went to go & remove your shirt you hissed in pain. Breastfeeding is no joke, your whole chest was achy.

John kneeled in front of you & helped remove your shirt. Then he went to remove your sweat pants. Out of embarrassment you didn’t want John to see you with the giant pad in your hospital underwear. Or the fact your stomach wasn’t all the way down.

“Love.” John said softly. “Don’t hide from me.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You just had a baby, & regardless I love you.” He was always so tender with you. “You’re also in pain love, let me help you.”

“Okay.” You softly said. He helped remove your sweatpants. “Let me take these off.” You said as he turned around to give you privacy. You removed the hospital underwear & tapped John to let him know you were ready to be put in the tub. He turned out & smiled at you just taking you all in. He felt so honored that you trusted him with seeing you in such a vulnerable state.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He said & lifted you up. Slowly he put you in the warm water. The shock of the water hitting your aching body made a sigh escape your lips. You hadn’t realize how badly you needed this, & how much your body ached. John smiled at you in the tub. He stripped off his uniform & climbed in with you. Your back was rested up again his chest. Lord knew he needed a bath himself from the latest mission.

He wrapped his big burly arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“You want me wash your hair lovely?” He asked. You nodded, & he immediately grabbed your shampoo. As soon as his fingers touched your scalp you could’ve fallen asleep right there. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head & you sighed. You could feel the stress from the day melting away the more he massaged the vanilla scent into your hair. He rinsed the shampoo out & put in your conditioner. John always knew your hair routine & he knew your sweet spots. After he rinsed the conditioner out you rested your head on his shoulder.

The two of you just basked in your own glow. John thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever lied eyes on. Your post baby body to him was the most beautiful thing. It represented your strength & ability to give him one of the most beautiful things he had ever lied eyes on. Besides you of course. He had never known how deep his love could go until he laid eyes on you holding your son. Once the two of you finished your bath, you both jumped into your pajamas & checked in your son. While cuddling watching a movie you heard your son fussing in the bassinet.

You picked him up, & John immediately held out his arms to hold your son.

“Let me take care of it love.” He said. “I need to get to know our son, & you need to catch up on sleep.” You passed the infant off of to John & watched his little body lay on his father’s chest. John started to rub small circles on his newborn son’s back & a small smile appeared on the baby’s face. A little bit of drool started to pool on his t-shirt. Your eyelids started to become heavy as you watched John with your son. A peaceful much slumber consumed you, as you basked in the love of your husband & now newborn baby.

That’s How You Get the Girl

Keegan x F! Reader

Summary: Keegan & Y/N are set up on a blind date by a mutual friend, & Keegan being Keegan doesn’t really reply fully much to the confusion of Y/N

Warnings: none

Keegan wiped his palms on his freshly pressed slacks. He was sweating like a sinner in church. He hated this. Blind dating. Most of the men on his team were either engaged, married, or seeing someone. He didn’t do well with women, he may have been a Marine but he didn’t automatically gain that Marine confidence with women. He never knew how to talk to them, or he’d accidentally over share. Alex was fed up with seeing him off on his own every weekend when they had the opportunity to go out. Coincidentally, Alex had a friend from off post that was having horrendous dating experiences. So being the mastermind he is, he decided to set them up on a blind date. So here he sat awkwardly at a table set for two. Every time the door opened he looked up, he had absolutely no idea what she even looked like.

He noticed a gorgeous woman walk in. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. A wine velvet dress fitted up against her form & her hair was down in a blow out. She walked up to the hostess stand & the hostess pointed to Keegan’s table. He was sitting like a deer in headlines watching her walk towards him. He stood up as soon as reached the table. Keegan was just so taken aback, Alex did not tell him she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.

“You must be Keegan.” She said & held out her hand. “I’m Y/N.” He took her hand & shook it. Still speechless he pulled out her chair for her. “Oh thank you.” She said & sat down. He pushed in her chair & went around the table back to his seat. The waiter approached the table & took their drink orders.

“So Keegan.” Y/N started. “How long have you known Alex?” She asked trying to get to know the mysterious handsome man in front of her. The waiter came back & placed a glass of Pinot in from of Y/N & a beer in front of Keegan.

“A long time.” He replied. She stared at him hoping he’d try to continue the conversation with a question about her. He looked away for a second & Y/N tried to draw his attention again. He was have a full blown anxiety attack inside.

“So do you like your job? I know Alex was telling me you’re quite good at.” She started again & took a sip of her wine.

“I like it.” Keegan replied wiping his hands again on his trousers. She took noticed of his weird body language & had a small frown on her face.

“Are you alright?” She asked out of deep concern.

“M’fine.” He replied. “Would you excuse me for a moment?” He got up abruptly & went into the men’s bathroom, leaving her at the table in shock. She sat there mouth agape as the man practically ran away from her. A pang of disappointment rushed through her body like electricity. By the way Alex described him on the phone he seemed like a charming man. Then when she saw him & saw how handsome he was she thought she hit the jackpot.

In the bathroom Keegan was attempting to calm himself down. He was staring at his reflection in the mirror breathing heavily in a attempt to relax. He went into his pocket & started to fumble with his phone. Once he found Alex’s contact he dialed him. An confused & annoyed Alex answered the phone.

“Hello?” Alex asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was that fucking pretty dude? A little heads up would’ve been nice.” Keegan said exasperated. “You know how horrible I do with women.” Alex chuckled at this.

“You wouldn’t have come if I told you.” Alex replied. “Just relax man, believe me when I say Y/N is a patient gal. Just get to know her. Now I’m going to go & enjoy your date.” Alex said & hung up. Keegan was able to relax himself enough to leave the men’s room. Y/N still sat the table, looking somber. She had her chin in her hand looking around. He took a deep breath & started to walk towards the table. Y/N locked eyes with him & gave him a small smile. Alex was right about the patient part. Most women would’ve gotten up & left. Once he reached the table he sat down in his chair.

“Are you okay now?” She asked with genuine concern in her voice. “You know if your anxious we can get the bill for the drinks & just get some take out.” She suggested. Keegan had never experienced this before & simply nodded. After Y/N flagging down the waiter & Keegan paying the bill they left. They then met up at Keegan’s off post apartment.

Y/N placed an order for pizza delivery & they sat on the couch. She could tell by his body language he was more relaxed. His collar shirt was unbuttoned a bit & she could see his chest hair peaking out. She bit her lip as was checking him out while he put something on the tv for background noise.

“Keegan,” She started. “Did Alex by chance tell you what I do for a living?” She asked.

“Uh no.” He replied wondering what her career had to do with him.

“I work with children that have anxiety.” She replied looking at him. “Keegan, do I make you anxious?”

“Yeah.” He replied a little embarrassed a warm feeling his cheeks began to rise & he looked down. She gently lifted his chin with her finger so he was looking eye to eye with her.

“Keegan, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Imma be honest with you I was anxious too. My past dates haven’t been great.” She honestly admitted. “But I know you’re probably a great guy, judging by what Alex has told me about you.” The blush on his cheeks grew intense at her compliment. “I’m a patient girl, I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes bore into hers & suddenly there was a warm sensation in his stomach. It felt euphoric. She put his hands on her waist & he pulled her in closer her chest touched his.

“You’re really beautiful,” Keegan said. “I just don’t do well around women.” He admitted. “I just never know what to say.” She smiled him at started to play with the hair behind his ear.

“Then don’t say anything.” She said & pulled him in for a kiss. He pushed her down gently onto the sofa they sitting on. She wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss. The door bell rang, & the pair broke apart. “Looks like the pizza’s here.” She giggled, & they both sat up. She sprang up to tip the delivery driver & retrieve the pizza. Keegan touched his lips & smiled to himself. He had to remind himself thank Alex the next time he saw him.

Band of Brothers but it's just Gene looking for supplies

Hello! God, I recently found your blog and I love it!!! I'm also a big Taylor fan and I've had this idea in mind! You are free to do it [or not do it] and modify it!

Based on *All too Well*

I was thinking of one of these guys

Jonh Price / Köing/ Ghost/ Philip Graves

"You kept me like a secret and I kept it like an oath"

"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week' Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me"

And maybe we got lost in translationMaybe I asked for too much"

I love the song and I can't stop thinking about them!!!

-🌙

Hello! So happy you’re enjoying the blog! No joke I had this sitting in my drafts debating on whether or not to post it! I lost my voice last Friday SCREAMING “All Too Well” in the theater. Even if you’re not a swiftie it’s just a lyrical masterpiece

All to Well 🧣

Captain John Price x F! Reader

Summary: Based on the ten minute version of All Too Well, John has to face what he had done to his beloved red scarf & all

Warnings: cheating, John being a dick, the usual

“And maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much, maybe this thing was a master piece before you tore it all up”

Heels in hand Y/N sat on the steps of the hotel where the military ball she was attending with John was being held. She was sobbing her eyes out into her hands. While trying to figure out where he wandered off to, she stumbled across him & his secretary having sex in a bathroom stall. He had told her not to worry about her, but her intuition told her otherwise. These past few months had been excruciatingly difficult. He spent his time home out late, leave her to sit by the front door waiting for him to return. Shallow excuses coming from him over the phone had made her cry herself to sleep one too many times. The sickening smell of his secretary’s perfume lingered on him when he’d come home, & yet he gaslighted her into believing otherwise.

She stood up as she saw the Uber she had called for pull up in front of the hotel. John was adjusting his dress uniform bow tie while running towards the doors to intercept her. Other officers looked at him confused as he sped past them. His secretary Camille wasn’t too far behind him calling his name. Y/N turned her head back when she heard him calling her name. With haste she closed the door to the Uber & ordered the driver to speed away. John was left standing on the sidewalk watching her go. He let out an annoyed sigh & turned around to see his team at the doors. Laswell looking so disappointed in him, & what he had done.

It had been months since Y/N moved out. Contrary to the rumors, Camille didn’t move in with the Captain. She was swiftly fired from her position, & was forced out of the contracting community. Laswell made sure of that. No, John was forced to live with the ghosts of his past lover. Just last week he found the red scarf that she adored hidden in a couch cushion. He inhaled the scent of the red wool trying to remember what her perfume smelled like.

Kyle was deeply concerned for his superiors mental health ever since he ended his relationship so they decided to go to the local pub. After a quick shower & shave he got dressed. He grabbed his jacket off of the rack. The red wool scarf hung beside it taunting him of his mistake. He grabbed it & put it on before leaving. Simon greeted him at the door & they all got a round then headed back to a table in the back corner. He was starting to feel himself go back to happy self before he ended things with Y/N. That was until she walked in with a couple of friends.

They locked eyes, & there was shift in the air. It felt tense. Simon picked it up on the body language shift in his Captain. He followed John’s gaze & sighed as soon as his spotted her. She looked equally as emotionally distressed.

“Talk to her,” Simon said. “You look absolutely fucking miserable Price, & you two have a lot to fix.” Price looked at Simon knowing he was right, this was his mistake he needed to fix. He reluctantly stood up & wiped his hands on his jeans. Her friend Este, stopped mid sentence to glare at the bearded man. She turned around knowing it was coming sooner rather then later.

“Let’s get this over with.” She sighed following him out to the street. You both sat on a bench only a few shops down from the pub. John had planned thousands of things to say to you but now he was speechless.

“What do you want John?” She asked looking at him. “Did we get lost in translation, did I ask for too much?” She spat. Embarrassment & shame turned his cheeks crimson red.

“I wanted to talk.” He simply stated. “I was a fucking selfish prick.”

“I’ll say.” You scoffed. “I swear all you men have the fucking audacity I swear.”

“I don’t disagree.” He replied in agreement. “Listen, I’m in a new hell Y/N.”

“You don’t think I am?” She cried out. “What we had was a masterpiece John before you tore it all up.”

“And I was a fucking idiot.” John said.

“You told me if we had been closer in age, maybe we would’ve been fine.” She stated. “God I still do love you dearly, John. But how can I make sure you won’t break me like a promise?” He took the red wool that lingered of her vanilla fragrance & placed it around her neck.

“Because instead of mailing your things to you, I kept a whole drawer of memories you left behind hoping you’d return to me. You’re the only real thing I’ve ever known.” He replied honestly. She was taken a back he kept even the littlest things she left, from hair pins to the red scarf. Anything to still have a piece of her. He placed a hand on her now flushed cheek. The bitter cold London air started to nip at their exposed skin. Little flecks of white glistened as it started to fall from the sky. The first snow of the winter season. He grabbed her waist & pulled her in for a deep kiss. After they both pulled away they sat in the moment to remember it all too well.

Hello! Thank you for all the reblogging & followers! Please do submit requests! Yes I do spicy writing, just nothing like beyond 50 Shades of Grey. But do not hesitate to submit a request!

-The Bejeweled Blondie 💎🩷✨🪩

Can’t say I am surprised but this is hilarious. The response is even better

dirty messy nasty foxhole sex was REAL! (ambrose, 183)

Swan Lake

König x F! Ballerina Reader

Summary: König’s childhood best friend & crush fulfilled her childhood dream of dancing a principal role in the Swan Lake Ballet in Vienna

Warnings: Mentions of a size difference kink, sexual themes

As awful as it sounded Y/N was happy that the main principal dancer had to retire early. She was a bitch anyway, but her early retirement due to an ankle injury opened up opportunities for other dancers. Nearly a week ago she was getting fitting for her Odette costume, now she’s stretching backstage at the Vienna Royal Opera House for the opening night of at Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. Her parents as proud at they were called, emailed, & posted on social media about their daughter’s accomplishment. But she texted König to let him know.

They had grown up together, & she was his support system. She’d help him work through his anxieties, & encouraged him to join the military. The size difference between the two once they became teenagers was a sight to see. She had also attended his basic training graduation, & always allowed for him to stay with her while he was on military leave. So when she had accomplished getting her dream role, he knew he had to be there. But with his own career it was never a guarantee.

She was stretching at the ballet barre when Anya who was playing the role of Odile came up to her. Anya knew all about König & secretly wished Y/N would finally muster up the courage to express her feelings for him. She saw the glimmer in Y/N’s eyes when she spoke about him. “I haven’t see him yet.” Anya said. “It’s nearly a full house too.”

“He’ll be here.” Y/N replied very matter of fact. Anya sighed & shook her head. She just didn’t want to see Y/N disappointed on the biggest night of her ballet career. Once Y/N was all warmed up & stretched she pressed her point shoes into the off stage rosin for grip. The orchestra started up & the lights in the house went down.

The first act started & soon enough Y/N started to grace the stage. Ballet was Y/N’s way of escape, she was so incredibly grateful. Even though the stage lights were incredibly blinding & sometimes her body wanted to give out but it was worth it. Deep down as she started her Pas De Deux she was hoping that König was somewhere in the audience. It was years since he had seen her dance & this was the one time she wished he was watching. Little did she know he had the best seat in the house.

König was late to being able to secure tickets for the ballet due to him being deployed. Y/N’s parents were even unable to him tickets. So he hatched a plan, he was going to sneak into the scaffolding above the stage where the lighting was. Which even though he stood at 6,10 due to his military experience it was incredibly easy. His stealth & ability to camouflage himself into the curtains helped.

Through the eye holes of his hood he was looking down at Y/N being handled with ease by her dance partner. One motion after the next came so fluidly for her. When she got on the top of her pointe shoe and lifted her leg into a pirouette he couldn’t help but noticed her flexibility. It had been a year since he’d seen her last & her body had fully blossomed. He bit his lip at the thought of just manhandling her & bending her into whatever position he wanted to. Deep down he had fallen in love with her but was too terrified of ruining a life long friendship.

Finally the Pas De Deux had finished, & the audience erupted into a standing ovation. Y/N & her partner Andrei exited the stage. The ballet continued on & Y/N finished the iconic solo of the, “Dying Swan.” She took deep breaths & looked up from her final pose. She tried to make out the the shadow of a man standing up in the scaffolding. If you had asked she could’ve sworn she saw a man in dark hood with eye holes cut out. He was dressed in a tuxedo & a bouquet of roses were in his left hand. With one blink of her eyes the mysterious figure disappeared. Chalking it up to the lack of oxygen & stage lights blinding her she focused on the fact she just finished.

The stage curtains closed & she stood up. Fellow dancers, & cast members came out onto the stage for the final bow. She grabbed Andrei’s hand & the stage curtains opened. The orchestra kept playing & one by one each principal dancer took a bow. When Y/N went to go take a bow the audience erupted into a minutes long standing ovation. A wide toothy smile spread across her face & she took the opportunity to live in the moment. The stage curtains closed & Andrei gave her a hug. They had been training for weeks & their hard work paid off.

König, now maskless in the wings. A pang of jealously wash over him as he watched her dance partner hug her. Anya locked eyes with him & she waved at him. He waved back & pointed to Y/N. She ran over to Y/N, & tapped her on the shoulder.

“Oh Y/N.” She said in a sing song voice. “Look who’s here.” Y/N turned around and realized what she was seeing. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him in his tuxedo holding roses. She gasped & ran towards him the sound of her pointe shoes hitting the stage echoed. With outstretched arms he lifted her up & embraced her into a deep hug.

“I’ve missed you, liebling.” He whispered. His deep voice ran a small chill down her spine. He put her down & handed her the roses. “I got these for you.”

“They’re beautiful.” She said & held the flowers close to her body. “Thank you.” His large hands reached down to her chin & lifted her face up. He bent down slowly, & locked lips with her. Her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer. Once the both of them came up for air they rested their foreheads together.

“I’ve always wanted to that.” He said. “I love you, liebling.”

“I love you more.” Y/N replied & pulled him in for a deeper kiss.

The way this is my husband, I swear the military has destroyed his knee caps 😭

Imagine Simon/Price proposing to their partner and they’re just standing there in shock and Simon/Price are just like “My love, not to rush you but my knees are not what they used to be”

He then proceeds to get stuck on the floor

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish Headcannons

A/N: I’m very happy y’all are enjoying these!

Warnings NSFW

• Y’all met while you were on a study abroad program

• You had been returning from a night class & decided to go to the local pub for a pint & some food

• It was another soldier that pointed you out initially but he caught your eye

• “Oi, what’s a wee lass like yourself doin’ all alone in the corner?” (It definitely didn’t come out THAT clearly)

• it took you a minute to process what the hell he had said since his Scottish accent is so thick

• You spent hours chatting in that bar, about your home life, studies, etc. Johnny was limited in what he could tell you about his profession

• The two of you exchanged numbers & on your first date he took you to the Scottish countryside

• The view took your breath away, & he explained the history of his homeland to you (he’s very patriotic)

• You’d FaceTime, call, text etc. once you had to return to your home country

• He was so proud to see you graduate (he knew how hard you worked towards obtaining your college degree)

• He told you he couldn’t go to your graduation due to work (it was a lie)

• He planned out a whole secret proposal with your parents over FaceTime

• imagine your surprise when you saw him after the ceremony

• He proposed in private in your childhood house’s backyard

• You initially got married in the states to be able to live with him due to his military service & start receiving housing

• Y’all had a ceremony & reception at a castle in the Scottish countryside complete with a hand tying ceremony

• Yes, you had a bagpiper at the wedding

• He wore a kilt (are we even surprised?)

• Your garter had his last name on it & was in tartan plaid that matched his kilt (yes you had a garter toss & he was in shock when he saw the garter)

• Y’all got a gorgeous little cottage by the sea & ofc a sheep dog to go with it

• He 100% would be hosting for football matches

• And if you’re American y’all would definitely host a Super Bowl watch party

• I feel like he’d love reality tv (especially 90 Day Fiancé & the Kardashians)

• He has commentary too for every scene

• “what a fooking idiot.”

• His favorite Kardashian is Kris Jenner

• Since he can barley keep his hands off of you, he knocks you up only a month after your wedding

• Since he was deployed you mailed him ultrasound photos of the bean

• For a man who is incredibly intelligent it didn’t click that you send multiple photos of the same ultrasound

• He thought he was having quints at first & nearly had a stroke

• “You’re having five of ‘em?!” “No that’s the same fetus just different photos”

• He kept the ultra sound photos in his plate carrier

• Tactical baby gear is a must (also it’s a real company which is awesome)

• Hear me out little baby kilt, Simon gifted it to y’all

• You nearly cried when you opened the gift d

• Simon is 100% the godfather of your baby, if you trust him with Johnny’s life you can ensure if anything happened your baby would be taken care of

• Johnny was lucky that he was able to be there the entire time you were in labor

• He almost fainted when he saw the epidural (I don’t blame him)

• You guys had a little boy

• Unfortunately while you were in recovery he got called back into work for a mission

• Before he left he held your son just incase it was his last time holding him

• You sobbed when he left & one of the nurses had to console you

• Thankfully it was just a hostage rescue so he was back within a few days & ready to help out with the baby

• He carried your son around in one of those baby carriers that your strap to your chest

• Your baby boy is so giggly just like his daddy

• He will constantly be making his son laugh with silly faces, hand motions, anything

• Whenever the boys come over to watch a match your son will be passed around like a hot potato one moment he’ll be sitting with Price then next Simon has him

• As your son gets older he gets interested in what his daddy does, & he’s infatuated with being a soldier

• He’ll play pretend soldier with Soap all the time

• You’re constantly picking up Nerf darts

• When Soap is away on a mission, your son will crawl into bed with you because he misses his daddy

• He draws photos of him & the Task Force to send to overseas

• I also feel like y’all’s son would be incredibly helpful around the home especially when you’re expecting baby No. 2 & after baby No. 2 is born

• Baby No.2 is a little girl

• He’s definitely very protective over his little girl

• “She’s just as beautiful as you, Bonnie”

• Y’all’s son would also enlist or commission to the British Military but I think he’d actually be a King’s Guard for a bit

• And I feel like your daughter would be incredibly creative, she’d use those talents to be an artist

• I do believe Soap is a die hard family man & that’s one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him

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• He’s definitely a cheeky bastard & will not hesitate to smack, grab, or make comments in public about you

• He’s 100% dominant in the bedroom & loves to be called “daddy”, or even “Johnny”

• He fucked you right before y’all walked into your wedding reception, perks of wearing a kilt

• This man loves your legs & especially your thighs

• He loves to watch you squirm when his hand trails your legs all the way leading up to your pussy

• He’s not quite during sex whatsoever, he’ll full on groan, moan & tell you good you feel

• He’s a sucker for flexibility

• You take up yoga to improve your flexibility

• I definitely believe y’all wouldn’t even make it through the front door when he comes home

•He’d either fuck you on the hood of the car or the damn back seat in the parking lot

• He loves it when you wear his old PT shorts & no panties easy access

• He definitely loves you & your body & would know how to take care of you