Sniper Besties

Calm down Riley, no one will take him away from you.

teddy bear expressions

dad's not sleeping

Captain price

some magic mike for you

drink some fucking water

It's so crazy to me when people write John Price as old and incapable of understanding technology because this man is literally in the special forces. I think not knowing how technology works would be a huge hindrance to his career lol. I live near a military base and have met a few service members who are Price's age or older and they are usually better with technology than I am lol. But yet I'll still see people writing in fics that Price likely needs help to send texts because he doesn't understand it.

For real. He's probably super savvy with tech. I mean all that gear they use, night vision, heat vision and all sorts of things.

I think it must come from young writers, when you're like 18-20 someone almost 40 is "old".

I'm in no way trying to dissuade people from writing for him or him being the older man in the x reader story, I just find it a bit frustrating and unrealistic that people write someone his age as some bumbling idiot with technology and other modern parts of life.

katabasis; to go down

When’s it gonna be my tuuuurn

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I know people hate it but I love the best friend had secretly loved you for years trope

simon’s lover calls him bub.

“love you, bub.”

“s’okay, bub. don’t worry about it.”

“how was your day, bub?”

and he grumbles. says pet names are corny but at least it’s not baby or babe.

but the second you call him simon, he’s on alert. back straightening, ears going hot, hands clamming, and going into a panic.

his brows furrowed as he approached you, looking almost nervous.

“can you get me a water, please?”

and he does it, goes through the motions but he’s so in his head. why the fuck did you call him by his name?

downright pouting and petulant when he plunks down next to you. his confusion so palpable you feel it. even turn to him and ask what’s wrong but all he does is shrug. “s’nothin’.”

your eyes narrow but you nod nonetheless. turning back to what you were doing. but before you know it, he’s huffing.

“s’alright for you to keep callin’ me bub. or whatever shite you want.”

and you have to stifle your laugh because of course, of course!

“thanks for the water, bub.”

I think Simon would do anything you said if you phrased it as a command rather than a question.

“Can we go see the girly pop movie?” “No”

“We are going to see the girly pop movie.” He’s waiting by the door

“Will you wear a maid outfit for me?” “Fuck no”

“Go put the maid outfit on.” “Alright”