I love her... Kobeni my favourite...
Me when posts tagged "male character x female reader" find their way into "x male reader" tags
Anonymous asked: hello, I was hoping you could do a price and m!reader ,with the reader being a young soldier in the 141 who price personally trained so there’s that sort of father son bond , with the prompt “this is the sixth fight I’ve had to stop you getting into, what’s going on?”. I kinda have an ideas that the reader keeps getting in fights with the older soldiers cause they don’t think the reader is deserving of being in the 141 but you don’t have to do specifically that. Thank you:)))
summary: Price’s treatment of you does result in some tension between you and the other soldiers.
tws: swearing, violence, smoking
Lazily, you stretched as you folded your arms across your chest, eyes feeling heavy as you yawned so harshly that your eyes watered and your jaw ached; Price had gotten you up early, said something about one of your old RAF colleagues coming over to see how you were doing, and now you were shattered. Price was lucky that he was family, if anything; after he had taken it upon himself to train you up when you first joined the army, seeing you all the way through to joining the RAF and then taking you under his wing so that he could train you for the task force before you joined it under his command, it was hard to think of him as anything else.
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umm won t you please reoblog my poll? for sample size? 🥺
Ok I'm posting since this is my header now but it's based off that one art of Minato and Death by Soejima that has "bro are we about to kiss" energy but I make them kiss
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “Hugging… too tight… can’t breathe…” keegan russ & m!reader who’s like a lil bro
summary: Keegan makes a massive fucking mistake, and he knows it.
tws: hallucinations, paranoia, swearing, war/death mentions
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Long nights spent alone used to be fun, when you and Keegan were sent out on missions and you had his company; but now you were trusted enough to do them on your own, and you quickly found that you didn’t like them so much. You kept looking around, suspicion growing at even the slightest shadow, flinching when you thought you heard footsteps that simply weren’t there, panicked and shaky; not so brave when you were stranded and isolated, without the man you had come to know as your brother.
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