Can't Stop Thinking About Captain John Price, Your Good Friend's Boyfriend, Listening To You Talk About

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Honestly no words...just poetic!

cold feet

caitlin clark x black!reader

A/N: this isn't my first time writing, just my first time writing and publishing it publicly like this! hope you guys enjoy it!!! let me know what you think!

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you stood attempting to block the glare of the sun from your eyes with your bouquet in hand. 

“kate it’s fucking hot. why did we let her choose to have a wedding in hell’s kitchen?” you questioned, leaning toward the blonde who suppressed a laugh.

“stop it. caitlin’s literally getting married. hold the jokes in for 10 more minutes.” she whispered, elbowing you lightly as you rolled your eyes playfully, looking toward your best friend who stood in a white wedding gown with her hair pinned behind her ears. 

she looked stunning 

“do you connor mccaffery take caitlin elizabeth clark to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the priest questioned as you stood just a few feet away, a heavy feeling in your chest suddenly. 

caitlin turned around, glancing at you and kate with a small smile, her face being struck with something as she turned back around. 

“i do. i really do.” he said, looking toward you as your body stiffened. you never really liked him, and frankly he triggered your fight or flight, but caitlin was you best friend, so as long as she was happy, you stood by her. 

“and do you, caitlin elizabeth clark, take connor mccafferey to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“i-“ she began, pausing briefly and glancing to her parents and brothers who sat in the audience, your eyebrows knitting in confusion as she hesitated. 

“caitlin?” the priest questioned as she dropped connor’s hands, whispering before backing away and running down the aisle, the train of her dress in her hands. 

“wait what the hell just happened?” you questioned aloud, looking toward connor as he ran his hands through his hair, turning toward the groomsmen as you look between kate, anne, and brent.

-

you stood outside the bridal suite, kate, caitlin’s parents and brothers behind you as you knocked lightly. 

“coco? it’s just us, let us in! are you okay?” you asked softly, leaning against the door, hearing sniffles from the other side. 

“honey, we just wanna talk. what’s going on?” anne questioned, stepping closer as you listened to a sob escape from her mouth. 

“i don’t wanna talk mom. just- leave me alone!” you heard, her voice receding as you assumed she walked away from the door. 

“caitlin. we just wanna help. if it’s just cold feet-“ kate began, a sudden bang being heard against the door, heavy enough to be a shoe.

“go away! leave me alone!”

“okay, well i’m not dealing with her bullshit today. i stood out in the sun for her. kate hold my flowers.” you spoke, shoving them into the girls chest as you ripped a bobby pin from your hair, leaning down to pick the lock. 

hearing the click, you swing the door open, stepping into the room and scanning with your eyes. 

you spot her curled up on the balcony, her legs pulled to her chest. 

“hey guys, give me a minute. i wanna see something.” you say softly, receiving nods of approval, shutting the door behind you. 

“caitlin?” you ask, watching as she jumps noticing your figure.

“how’d you get in here? get out!” she exclaims, rising to her feet as you show off the pin in your hand. 

“you taught me how to pick a lock, if there’s anyone to blame, it’s you.” you joked, registering the runny makeup on her face as a smile formed on her face. “what’s going on coco? if you won’t talk to your parents, talk to me.” you encourage, moving some pillows from the couch and sitting down as she cautiously makes her way toward you. 

“promise you won’t tell?” she ask, her attitude a bit lighter as you give her a knowing look, patting the seat beside you. 

“i haven’t told a soul your secrets since grade school clark. start talking.” you said leaning back as she began to pull pins from her hair, getting frustrated as you moved to help. 

“i just. i hesitated. i have love for him, but when it came down to saying i do. i mean, i don’t think i can marry him. so many thoughts flashed through my mind. i know he’s not your favorite person in the world, and he made me happy for so long. my family loves him, and he loves me. i know that. but it just went through my mind that he can’t be it for me.” she said, twiddling with her hands, a nervous habit of hers as you placed a hand on top in comfort. 

“do you think there’s any chance of this being cold feet? you’ve been so excited. you had me up at 6AM picking out flowers, i flew out to new york to pick up your dress because you had a game. i’d do it all over again a million times, because i love you. but are you sure?” you ask, watching as fresh tears brim in her eyes

“there’s also been something else on my mind, and it’s kind of scary to think about. but um, i’m not sure how long it’s been a thing for me. but i just haven’t found him attractive, in like any way lately. i’ve had the shortest fuse, and we brushed it off as wedding stress, but i don’t know.” she said, letting out a sigh, laying across your lap. 

“so you guys are in a rough patch. that happens, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t marry him. you do love him caitlin.” you reassure as her body shoots up, her eyes shifting toward you, red and puffy. 

“what no- i don’t. i realized i don’t love him the way that i love you.” she responded, biting at the skin on her lip as you felt your breath get caught in your throat. “i thought. maybe it was the same type of love that i had for kate, but it was just different because i've known you since we were kids. but i love you. i realized that at the end of the day, i want to be with you, always. when we’d talk about kids, our kids separately started to become our kids. i want to grow old with you, and do life with you. i want to fall asleep in your arms and wake up in them. i miss that. i miss that feeling that i got back in high school during sleep overs, not realizing that that same feeling is what i felt croatia.” she spoke, your mind rewinding to the summer in croatia where you along with most of the team got pretty tipsy, caitlin included.

you believed yourself to be a pretty decent drinker, being able to handle your alcohol, but there was something about croatia that had you waking up the next morning with a naked caitlin curled into your side. 

you had talked about it, remembering bits and pieces, but came to the conclusion that it was drunken curiosity. 

“i’ve thought about that night, or at least what i can remember, every night since it happened. i can’t get it out of my mind, and i honestly don’t think i ever wanted to. i can’t marry him, because im in love with you.” 

“so what do you want to do?” you questioned, caitlin scooting closer as you took a breath, processing the information. 

“do you love me? in that way?” she asked, her voice barely audible as you suppressed a smile, giving a slight nod. 

“yeah i do. i’ve loved you since we were 15. but you’ve had a pretty solid record sheet with guys and showing me that you’re straight, or so i assumed. so i just accepted it and let it go.” you stated transparently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned into your hand. 

“you have no clue how happy that makes me. i also don’t care if you’re not ready for marriage yet, i know i said yes to this whole thing, but i feel like it’s because i felt like i needed to. i’d walk down the aisle with you in a second, but i get if you’re not ready.” 

“im not. but i think i will be sometime soon. what do we do from here?” you question, a lot of the tension in the room subsiding, watching her brown eyes roam the room. 

“come here.” was said as you’re pulled down to the floor in front of the couch, a giggle escaping your lips as she crawled in her dress across the room, grabbing a stack of papers from the coffee table. 

“what are you doing? you have people waiting for you to get married, or at this point announce that you’re not.” you say, reprimanding the girl as she rips the paper apart, rolling up small pieces. 

“just give me a second. okay, give me your hand.” she demanded, offering a hand before slipping a makeshift paper ring on your empty ring finger. “there. it’s like high school, but instead of promising to be each other's best friends, i’m promising to give you more than that.” a smile on her face as a knock is heard on the door. 

“caitlin? babe?” is heard as your eyes widen, watching her breath intake sharply. 

“is it bad that i forgot about him?” she questions, a fearful look on her face as you smile, standing to your feet. 

“talk to him, talk to your parents. i’m going to go talk to kate, and we’ll let everyone know there will be no wedding.” you say, helping her to her feet with a smile, turning on your heel. 

“hey. wait.” she said quickly, turning toward her as she presses a kiss to your lips, grasping your face with both hands before pulling away. “i love you”

-

you sat awkwardly in the lounge, kate staring at you from her spot on the couch. caitlin had bought her family and connor in at the same time to talk to them and the guests were dismissed from the ceremony but invited to enjoy the catered food they had planned on serving.

you felt anxiety in the pit of your stomach, shifting in your chair as kate continued to stare, her eyes narrowing. 

“kate stop looking at me like that.” you demanded, frustration in your tone as she churned her head, smiling softly. 

“you guys fucked in croatia didn’t you?” she questioned, your eyes widening at the question. 

“KATE!” 

“i knew it! you were both walking around weird that morning, the tension on that plane ride was crazy. but i’m assuming her calling the wedding off was for more than just a one night stand?” the blonde quizzed as you nodded silently. 

“she loves you, doesn’t she?”, another nod of the head. 

“i kept telling her she was gay, she kept denying it. i was right! but seriously, i think this will work out. maybe not right now with everything going on, but it will.” 

you heard the door open, turning to watch as connor stormed out, his face red as you could tell he’d been crying, followed by caitlin whose face was also tear stained and her family trailing behind her.

“so are you guys getting married or did i buy this suit for nothing?” colin jokes, walking and plopping down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder as he leaned against you, pressing a soft kiss against your head. 

“colin leave her alone. this is definitely news, but you’re still family and we don’t love you any less. if you guys are happy, then that’s all we can pray for. it’ll take some getting used to, but i feel like it’ll feel like our normal in no time.” anne speaks, offering a smile as she places a hand on your shoulder, brent nodding along. 

“and hey, i don’t have to sit through a boring reception dinner. no offense cait honey.” brent says, caitlin waving him off as she grins at you. 

“i think we should go see what’s left from the catering, and go back to the hotel. also let’s make sure connor isn’t starting world war 3 on twitter and try and relax.” kate suggest, standing and squeezing caitlin’s shoulder as she smiles at you. 

 “ i think that sounds good.” you agreed, standing to your feet as caitlin mirrored you. 

-

you stood staring at the different options, the room pretty empty except for you, kate, caitlin, and her immediate family. there were still some stragglers, but it looks like most people either just left, or took food to go and were on their way. 

you felt a hand on your lower back, turning to see caitlin standing beside you, a soft closed smile on her face as she leaned into the crook of your neck. 

“thank you. for everything.” 

“of course, you’re one of my favorite people in this world.” you say, her hair falling down your shoulder as she hugs you. 

“do you think connor would be okay with me taking you to australia over him?” 

“i don’t think he really gets a say if you and your family paid for most of the wedding.” 

“wait you’re so right. where’s my phone?” she questioned as you gave her a warning look knowing her notifications would be a war zone themselves. 

“let’s just get some cake right now. yeah?” you suggested in place as she pulled away, a bit of a pout on her face as she agreed to your statement, picking up a plate of her own. 

“hey. i love you. like a lot.” she says, a smile resting on your face as you hummed. 

“i assumed you did, otherwise i don’t think you would have left your fiancé at the alter for me.” you joke, hearing her laugh loudly in response as she presses her forehead to yours, a bright grin on her face. 

“i’m glad we figured out it wasn’t just cold feet.” 

VI FROM ARCANE WITH PILLOWPRINCESS READER?!?! PLEASEEE ILL TAKE ANYTHING DUDEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

send me vi thirsts and i'll give u my hand in marriage

yes bc i feel like she'd love this lowkey midkey AND highkey bc vi's love language is def like 50/50 acts of service and physical touch and she'd love the fact that you trust her so much w/ ur pleasure, the fact that she gets to have this control, and you're always so obedient for her, always asks for permission -- the first time she'd gotten you to the edge and you'd sunk your fingers into her hair, thrashing beneath her, but still forcing yourself to look up at her with your big, watery eyes, asking --

"p-please v-vi -- can -- can i?"

she knew that she was done for like done for, the way she knew if she said no, you'd listen. the thought had made her head feel woozy, so much so that her fingers had almost paused inside you, and you'd keened, thighs squeezing around her wrist bc you were so, so close.

"holy shit -- yeah, sweetness -- fuck, yeah, come for me --"

and it's not like she doesn't know how much you like it when she manhandles you a bit; she likes it too, she likes it alot actually, how she can jerk you down the length of the bed, press your knees up all the way to your shoulders, wrap her fingers around your neck, or just hold you down and kiss you till you're shaking apart beneath her.

she likes too that all she has to do is say the word, and you'd drop to your knees for her, pliant and willing, your lips falling open for her fingers or her cunt, how you'd make these happy little mewling noises when buried between her legs, so long as she got a hand on your head, a thumb rubbing your cheek.

"do you... do you ever wish i'd do more... stuff?" you ask one day, crinkling your nose, frowning absently down at vi's hair as you braid the longer bits into a single plait, only to tug it loose and do it all over again.

vi glances over her shoulder, "more... stuff?"

"yeah like... be more active when we're, y'know --"

vi laughs, tugging you into her lap, "if you're asking if i'm happy with our sex life, sweetness, the answer is yes, very."

you sigh, nodding even as you tuck your nose into her curve of her neck.

"okay. just asking."

she runs her thumbs against your skin, drawing circles into your waist.

"why? are you happy with it?"

you nod so hard that you almost topple out of her arms, but she catches you, grinning. "yeah! of course i am!"

"then, what's the problem, princess?"

"nothing! just..."

"c'mon pretty, spit it out," she takes your chin between a thumb and forefinger, giving your face a tiny shake. your breath hitches; satisfaction unfurls in vi's chest.

"i saw something online about -- how being too passive isn't a good thing and --"

"ooookay, i'm gonna cut you off right there --" she hoists you up, twisting you around so you're straddling her lap, your face now parallel to hers. she loves the way you're so easy to read, loves that you don't hide your attraction to her, how all she has to do is twitch her lips and you're already gasping.

"open your mouth for me, pretty girl," she says, and you do, your mouth dropping open as she swipes a thumb along your bottom lip before pushing it forward till it's resting on your tongue. you whine softly, hips shifting, but you hold still till she nods her head, "go on, suck."

you close your lips immediately, your tongue laving at the pad of her thumb. she lets out a clipped groan, watching. a few seconds later, she pulls it out with a light pop, grinning as she tracks the slick finger down your chin, tracing up the line of your jaw till she's got her hand cupping the back of your neck.

"that feel very passive to you?"

your lashes flutter, confusion gathering in your eyes before you lick your lips, blush, and give your head a tiny shake. she smiles.

"good answer. so? are we good now, princess?"

"yeah. we are."

"good!" she gives you a quick kiss, patting your hip, "what'dyou want for dinner? i'm thinkin'... it's been a while since we've been to jericho's."

you pout, "what about that other place we've been talking about?"

"what on the wharfside docks?"

"yeah...?"

vi rolls her eyes, even as she sits up and motions for you to get up. you jump up with a bright smile. she sighs, folding her arms.

"go get dressed. ugh, passive -- dunno what you were thinkin' when you asked me that princess."

When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

Injured w/ the 141

It was bad. Really bad. They'd barely made it out with Soap intact. He was bleeding pretty heavily from his side. Ghost was driving the jeep back to base a breakneck speeds. Normally no one in their right mind would let Ghost drive, but today's situation was dire. He was following the chopper that was carrying Soap back to base. Gaz and Price were in the air, you and Ghost were in the jeep.

Every bump and rock in the road left the two of you bouncing in your seats. No one spoke. There wasn't anything for the two of you to talk about without worrying your heads off. As the chopper began to veer off the designated course, Ghost radioed up.

"Price, what the hell is going on up there?!" He snaps.

"Change of plans. Saint Florian's is gonna receive us. They've got a landing pad. It's clear." Price explains.

"Fuck." Ghost mutters, yanking the wheel of the jeep and speeding toward the highway. "Got it. Saint Florian's. London, right?"

"That's the one." Price responds before the radio crackles quietly. Unfortunately, the sound doesn't cut out before Soap's pained screams come through the line. "Fuck fuck fuck." Ghost mutters, swinging wide onto an entrance ramp, his foot to the floor as the jeep barrels onto the highway. It was a good thing it was late at night with only a few people on the road, or else Ghost would've hit them.

"Still got eyes on the chopper?" He asks you, his tone thick with anger and worry. You glance out your window, seeing the flashing lights in the sky.

"Yeah. I've got eyes on 'em. Picking up pace." You report back.

"Can't this piece of shit go any faster?!" Ghost barks, his palm slamming the steering wheel. You couldn't help him with that.

The drive into London was highly precarious. Your seat belt was locking up and you had a firm grip on the door handle to prevent being thrown around. The speeds you were going were not conducive to the health and safety of either of you.

"Ghost, it's forty kilometers an hour!" You say, plastered back into your seat.

"So?" He barks.

"So? You're doing Ninety!" You squeak.

"We've gotta get to Johnny." He says, his voice more intense than ever before. You didn't want to piss him off, so you stayed quiet. He was taking turns at speeds that you were certain put the jeep on two wheels.

The exit and turn to the hospital was a sharp one, and Ghost had the two of you barreling at sixty.

"Ghost, brakes!" You say. He doesn't respond. "Brakes!" You shriek, reaching over to hit him. But he was determined. Tires squealed as the jeep skidded around the corner. You thought you might make it, but then you were higher up than Ghost. And the car flipped and rolled. You weren't sure if the sound you heard was the wrending apart of metal, or your own screams.

The speed of the crash didn't hurt. It was the stop. You were thrown around, the jeep only coming to a stop when it wrapped itself around two concrete street posts. That's all you could remember before blacking out.

~

"Bloody hell, what do you mean two more?"

"Same insignia, Sir. In a jeep?"

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck Goddamnit not them." Heavy footsteps thundered into the room.

"Shit..." a soft breath came from beside your bed. You knew it from somewhere. "Where's Simon?" He snaps.

"The driver is in surgery. Nothing serious." It sounded like a flustered nurse.

"Good. Can't lose everyone in one day." He smelled of a sweet smoke. "Recovery room 112. Move her there."

"Sir, that room is for-"

"I know bloody fuckin well who it's for! Bring all of them in there." He orders.

"I'm not sure we can..."

"Figure it out! You get my damn soldiers in my sight or so help me I'll shut this damn building down!" Ah. There he was.

"Hey Captian..." You say, your voice raspy as your eyes flutter open. You're met with the concerned expression of one Captian John Price.

"Hey Darlin'." He says, his voice much softer now as he brushed your hair away from your face. "How ya feelin'?"

Your bed started to move, Price walking alongside you. You kept your eyes on him.

"Ah, like shit. So normal." You chuckle, but stop because it hurts your ribs. He chuckles too, a smile finally gracing his face.

"Good ta know. Glad yer okay. I need good news." He says. They wheeled you into a room and began to hook up your machines once more. Gaz had been pacing around when you came in.

"She's okay?" He asks urgently.

"Couple a' cracked ribs, fractured collarbone, scrapes n' gashes. No worse'n a bad mission." Price explains.

"Thank goodness." Gaz sighs in relief, plopping in a chair next to your bed. "Any news on the big guys?" He asks.

"Ghost is banged up, nothing life threatening. Still no news on Soap. Still in surgery." Price informs Gaz. Gaz sighs, his hands running through his hair. You noticed that both of them were in civilian clothes now, and must've had a chance to shower. Gaz had on a powder blue hoodie and beige pants. Price had on a olive green shirt and jeans. Of course he wasn't without his hat.

"I'm gonna go out for a smoke." Price mutters.

"Cap, you're gonna kill yourself. You've been chainsmokin' all night." Gaz mutters.

"Don' tell me what to do." Price snaps roughly.

"Price, stay here please." You mumble, reaching for his hand.

"Alrigh'. I'm here." He says softly, taking your had in his own, careful not to bump the IV. He sits down on the edge of your bed, making sure to place the button for the pain meds in your free hand. You were disoriented and in pain. You hated how vulnerable it made you feel. Price's thumb rubbed over the tops of your knuckles. "You're gonna heal up jus' fine love." He reassures you softly. You nod.

"Thanks, Price." You say softly, a smile gracing your tired and pained face. A soft snoring came from the chair next to you. Gaz must've fallen asleep. You were all exhausted and worried, so it made sense.

"Go back to sleep Darlin'. Your body needs rest. We'll all be here when you wake up." He reassures you.

You nod, drifting off with his hand in yours. You wake up several hours later to the rumble of wheels on another bed. You slowly blink the sleep from your eyes, sitting up as they bring Ghost in. His mask had been taken off to treat gashes on his face. He was still out cold, left leg wrapped up tight.

"He's so pretty..." You mumble, drugs still heavy in your brain. Price chuckles.

"That so Darlin?" He says, walking back over to rub your shoulder. "I'm sure he'd deny it. But I bet he'd love to hear it from you."

You laid there, watching the two of them for a moment before scooting over and patting the bed beside you.

"Lay down Cap." You mumble.

"I'm alright Darlin. You're shiverin' though. Cold?"

"Yeah, a little bit." You admit. He nods.

"I'll go get some blankets from the desk." He says. You smile at him. He had to keep busy and stay in control. That was your captian.

When he returns he has five soft blankets in hand. He pulls one over your shivering form. He covers Gaz and Ghost too before sitting down with his own, and having one left for Soap when he arrived.

The four of you were in and out of sleep for several hours. Price and Gaz taking care to press the button that delivered pain meds when you or Ghost began to writhe in your sleep. It was nearly a full day later when they brought Soap into the room. The four of you were awake. They had even been able to take you off of a lot of machines. The four of you were trying to get to Johnny's bedside quick as you could. He was still knocked out, but you needed to see him.

That was put on hold as soon as Ghost stood up. His injured leg gave out immediately and he smacked into the ground.

"Ghost!" You cry, reaching for him. Gaz beats you to it, pulling Ghost back up onto the edge of the bed.

"Fuckin hell." Ghost mumbles. You fuss over his leg, and Price and Gaz check in on Soap.

He was still out cold as Gaz and Price checked him over, making sure he would be okay.

It took much explaining from several doctors before anyone was convinced that Soap would make a recovery. But once it was clear, huge weights had been lifted off everyone's shoulders. You all took a moment and spoke quietly to the still unconscious Soap, letting him know that everyone would be there for him.

As sleep crept in again, you found yourself curled up with Ghost, both of you nursing injuries. And Price and Gaz were sharing what used to be your bed. Everything hurt right now, but in the end, it would be okay.

~End

THE WAISTBAND AND ABS HELLO????

you can see the moment she realizes she’s leaving kk i can’t THIS IS A SET, DO NOT SEPARATE omg

quinny boy🌷💐💗🎀

he looks like a real person in this picture😧

photos of simon you took:

photos of simon that johnny/kyle send you:

photos simon send you:

(the guys in the photo are johnny and kyle)

The way they are looking at Julie 🥹