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got brainrot 😵‍💫 continued from here

"maintenance" a rough voice calls out as they knock thrice, waiting out on the door step. it was a rare thing they would do check ups, even more rare that they would go out their way to check up on a customer. but you were different, they'd taken an immediate liking. plus they had just renovated your home, they had to make sure everything was in working order. all sorts of trouble could arise with a new home and their loyal customer deserved the very best

"c'mon pretty, we're roasting out here" price wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, blowing out some air as he squints back at your front door still unlocked

you were not aware of this however, it seemed to be a surprise check and you could not be more inconvienced. you had been in the middle of assembling some new furniture, quickly heading to the mirror to make yourself a little more presentable

the check up had been weird, they didn't usually do it to anyone else. completing their service and then disappearing, only being called back when they were required. hardly coming on their own will with the whole team, no less. your heart hammered in your chest, looking at them through the covered window. they looked casual, relaxed as they spoke between themselves and then glancing back at the door. price and ghost leaning against the fence while gaz toyed with the handle. soap trying to peek in the window, casually obviously, he had some class

"just a sec" you called out, grimacing slightly as you quickly sort everything out. the drills lay on the tiles, the wood still needing to be fixed together with the screws rolling everywhere and the instructions lost somewhere in the box. but you didn't have much time to fix that, trying to brush yourself down. finding it a little odd how they picked a time you'd be home, almost calculated but you didn't dwell on it too long before you reached for the front door

the sight of them still made you breathe in shakily, first greeted by gaz and soap, then ghost and price standing behind. all eight eyes staring at you intently, lips pulled in a half smile. their presence was huge, figures bigger than usual men you've seen before. barely waiting for your word, walking inside. they were dressed in causal clothing, belts around their waist donning their tools and muscles straining from the heat and the work they had done before they came over

"well, what do we have 'ere?" ghost tilting his head ever so slightly, half amused as he looks down at you and then the cupboard you were currently trying to fix. his balaclava obscured his features, aside from his eyes but you've seen his face before. the image of him leaving the shower had burned into your mind, being able to wish to trace every feature so tenderly with a finger and wonder how he'd taste. from his cologne, his heady musk and the slightest hints from the earthy scent he usually was surrounded by

"you're constructing this all by yourself?" gaz gently moves the planks of wood out of the way, half chuckling as he narrows his eyes at you. leaning against the counter, adjusting his cap his shoulder bumping into yours

"aye sweetheart, don't ye have a man to help around?" soap hummed knowingly, taking the hammer from your hands as he holds it in his palm setting it down. his comment holds teasing, you're aware of that much but you wonder if there's a hidden meaning when he glances at the others and then back at you. surely not

"no, it's... just me" you nodded back, looking at the mess on the floor and then back up at the team. they seemed to glance at each other relatively quickly, looking at you with amusement and slight nods

"well we'll take that from you, darling. can't have a pretty thing like you gettin 'er hands dirty" price hums, gently taking you by your arm to stand between them. the four men already making themselves home but you pretty sure this service wasn't listed anywhere on their website, nor had any customers had spoken up about it.

"what are you guys doing here?" you asked raising your brow looking at them as ghost shrugs nonchalantly looking around your home, picking up the screws from the floor as he twirls them between his fingers

"jus' being thorough love. checking over quality assurance, any hidden problems, warranty protection. and y'know, for your peace of mind. can't have you questioning our craft now, can we?" his brown eyes darkened for a moment, connecting with yours and it takes you everything not to shake. somehow he had this piercing glance, as if he could see in the very depths of your beings. as if you could spill your deepest darkest secrets to him and he would barely flinch. oddly enough, it wasn't a look that made you recoil or cower. you wanted to tell him everything, wanted to spill your secrets to him. to them all

price holds your hands, his thumb stroking your knuckle for a moment while gaz and soap assemble the furniture with ghost. you're delicately placed between all four, offering snacks and drinks but they seemed more content to have you like this instead. poor johnny hurt his arm so you tend to his wounds, no matter how little while he grins shooting looks at his team you're sure has nothing to do with you. the glare he got from simon, the scoff from kyle or the eye roll from price had nothing to do with you

and it was professional, of course it was. the brush of price's lips against your forehead, the tender touch of ghost, the caress from gaz and the nuzzle from soap was all in your head.

because you were still his, whatever the law stated was completely false. they didn't know a thing for gods sake, he was still yours. he made that vow till death do we part and unless he somehow died and resurrected as someone else, he was going to make good on his word.

and it started out small, visiting the house every week when he had the chance to stock up on the food he'd know you'd forget. filling up your gas, keeping the spare key in his back pocket in case you ever needed him. you weren't too willing but who else was going to help you move those big packages? who else was going to mow the grass, change the bin bag help with the cleaning up after a dinner. yeah, he had his little flat downtown but he lived with you for years and he grew accustomed to that routine.

it quickly took a different turn however when he started noticing a new man coming by your place more and more often, eyes narrowed as his hands clenched over the wheel. he couldn't even think of another woman and you already had one touching your body? he immediately sent a picture to soap, one word text to analyse this man completely and thoroughly

he got a text back within a half hour with all the information he could ever have and more, right down to the type of porn this guy watch. a pretty thing like you couldn't certainly be with a guy like him, no you needed simon. he was your husband once upon a time, all he needed to do was fan the flames of your love once more. the embers were still there, burning deep inside. he was sure of it

ghost wasn't known to be subtle, action first and words later. he knocked thrice, briskly on the front door. looking around the neighbourhood before looking back at the door. your eyes in shock as you glance up at simon, not expecting him to be here

and of course he was there dressed in his usual black clothes, mask covering his face as his eyes settle down on you. sleeves rolled up, showing the scars from the countless missions he had been on and the black ink you spend endless mornings tracing waiting for him to wake up. all those feelings stirred deep in your gut and your brows furrow, taking a step back as you tried to speak

but you don't get to say a word, completely silenced when he enters your home. thick muscles caging you to the wall, coarse hands settling on your hips as he kicked the door shut behind him. his head tilts, an inch away from yours feeling his hands steady your body in the way he only knew.

"tryin to replace me already love?" he pulls his mask over his nose bridge and you falter, the soft scent of his musk and cologne floods your senses. it takes you back and you try not to make it too obvious how much you needed him, all those days that had gone past doing fine without him had started crumble

"what're you doin-" "taking what's mine" his finger tilts your head, trying to steal your breath and hold it hostage with his lips. feeling his tongue coax your lips open, demanding but so tender cradling your face. you were so caught up in the moment, you didn't see your new man come up from the living room. protesting as he reached for his phone

"i'll put a bullet right between your eyes before you even get to dial a number" simon's words were cool, tone harsh, brown eyes darkened behind his balaclava at the man who shakily stood there. he looked to you, confused and shocked but you could only look at simon blinking up at him mind spinning as you tried to catch your breath. parts of you were amused, he was still so easy to piss off even now. but disbelief and the soft flicker of affection coursed through your veins as you stood there beside him. his warmth reminding you of all those times you spend in his arms, hands stroking your skin, lips peppering the most sweetest kisses across your face

that was then, this was now you tried to remind yourself. you were divorced from him, there was nothing that was connecting the both of you. you had someone new, you broke up with simon for a reason

"now where did we leave off, sweetheart?" his thumb traces the slope of your cheekbone, right to your lower lip. lips pulled in the most softest smiles, you couldn't understand how gentle looked even when he threatened your new boyfriend with a gun. even when he barged into your home, even when he wanted to come back to your arms. discarding the divorce as if it meant nothing at all

another hand jolts you from the daydream and you feel simon stiffen, jaw clenched tightly as looks down at your other hand interlaced with the man trying to get you far

price: "goddamn it, not again" lowkey getting very frustrated with himself because it wasn't turning out the way he wants it to be and he was ready to quit, to put a headband on and call it a day. but one look from her little face had him rewinding the video, sighing softly as he tried again. he's already run the brush through her hair gently for the umpteenth time, causing her to grumble and wanting to go play instead. but he holds her back carefully, determined to make her braids the prettiest anyone has ever seen. the hair band between his lips, brows furrowed looking to and fro from the video and then back at the hair between his hands

"just a second, honey" it's loose and he doesn't know how to tighten it but he's determined. absolutely nobody is moving an inch until he perfects that braid. his back is curved uncomfortably and he's definitely going to get neck pain from craning down to get the best access to her head but he does finally manage to get it accurate. it only took ages but he's very proud of himself :") takes a sweet little selfie with her in his arms to send to you and makes it his lockscreen. he mightve conquered many enemies but his biggest one till date was tackling his daughter's hair, all completely worth it for how happy she is

simon: "this bit.... goes underneath right? over the top, underneath the side, down back under.... piece of cake, sweetheart" simon is a dedicated man, his tongue peeking out from his lips as he tried his very hardest to memorise what he had learnt from a youtube video. his daughter sat between his thighs, his big fingers working her hair very delicately in order not to pull on any strands. he has the hair grips secured between his lips, eyes narrowed very carefully as he braids her hair trying to get all of the hair. he is a man on a mission and he will carry out the task to the best of his ability. the stares from his little girl didn't help either, was positive he felt sweat beading down his forehead and back. she really was his child with that judgemental look

"bloody hell, that took it out of me" he finally lets out a relieved sigh at his masterpiece, there might be a few strands sticking out and the braid might look a little lopsided but it's unique 🤭 he didn't even have time to grab his phone, to send you a picture only to have his daughter shake her head once, causing the braid to tumble down and his face like 👁👄👁

gaz: "keep your head straight okay, honey?" this mans should def open a hair place, he's already mastered the technique of braiding from his mum especially because his hair type is different and requires a certain amount of care. so he knows exactly how to braid, call it his secret talent ;) lowkey finds it therapeutic and will 100% decorates his girl's hair with different clips and grips, whatever her little heart desires. he loves brushing his fingers through her locks and he always manages to get the parting accurate on the first time. which saves a ton of tantrums on her end. absolutely gets matching braids with his girl, she gets to stick the cute little clips and he loves how happy she gets

"my beautiful girl" best believe he's whipping out the camera to take pictures of her hair and send it to you, marvelling at how gorgeous she looks. he's all smug when she wants to come to him for her hair but it definitely bites him back in the ass when he's half dressed needing to leave the house in five minutes to head to base. only to be tugged by his child by his wrist to have her hair braided in that specific way she loves and she's two seconds away from a meltdown

soap: "christ sake, why would they add so many pieces?" johnny definitely underestimated himself, he didn't mean to blow his own horn but now that he has, he doesn't not accept defeat easily at all. will memorise that youtube video back to front, his daughter seated in his lap both of the criss crossed as he works delicately. his face set intently, eyes slightly narrowed as he braids. he's confused by the movement but gets the hang of it after a while and then it's like second nature, he's so happy with himself.

*sobs*

I just love dad!Price so much 😭 he’s such a dad

he was just meant to be a dad omg 🥹🥹🫶

the way his heart absolutely shatters in the best way when he sees the little one, his breath caught in his throat, the look to you if this was really real. if he was really here in this moment, if this was really happening.

from someone who didn't have a soul, someone who lived their life alone and isolated to someone who now had the most secure family all thanks to you, there was a million words he wanted to say but not a single one could pass his lips.

he absolutely melts into so many pieces when he holds his baby, a soft breath leaving his lips in pure adoration. how could someone like him, so rough and harsh on the battlefield create something so small and delicate and so utterly beautiful. such a perfect blend of your features and his, he could stare at that little face for hours counting all his blessings and cherishing you both

it was a sweet dream, it had to have been. and he didn't want to wake up from it ever

price can't let his baby go, not at all. even when they want to check the vitals and make sure it's at a healthy weight, he's right beside the nurses hovering and making sure his little bundle is back in his arms

right back next to you, you were the one to make his wildest dreams happen. he's forever indebted to you and the little one. no matter what happened, it was you and him and your baby together against the world.

aw nonnie they are highkey sexy !! and i love seeing them do the work 🤣

the park was calm and quiet as you strolled with your husband, your hand interlaced with his calloused one. his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckle while you both walked, every step of his careful not to jostle the baby too much. he cherished the days when work wasn't calling him up, the moments where he was just simply a man in complete love with his family.

it had been amusing to see him take the role of the doting father so naturally, like he was made for it. usually a hard headed, strong willed soldier on the battlefield but here he was an adoring husband and the most loving father. so completely adoring for the bundle wrapped in her little yellow fleece, embellished with small little purple flowers. he melted into pieces everytime he changed her into her little clothes, so bittersweet that one day she would outgrow these small tiny garments but so excited for the little person she would grow into.

price was a tall man, broad than most and it definitely turned heads when people saw a tiny little baby strapped to his chest with his no nonsense face. but it was the moments he cooed softly to the infant, his lips pulled into the most softest of smiles, gently bouncing her when she got a little fussy. pulling a little face to make her giggle and hear just how precious that sound was reverberating deep in his soul wanting to protect her from any and all harm always. he loved the carrier, he loved holding his baby close to him. and you loved watching him, how tending he was to the both of you. it only strengthened the bond and the love between you both

price's other hand rested gently on the baby's back, stroking every so often giving her a little cuddle whenever she made a soft sound. her eyes were wide with curiosity, looking around at all the different sights and sounds trying to soak it all up. the infant had been tucked securely in the baby carrier and then zipped inside his jacket pressed into his chest for good measure. it made his heart swell how small she was, so utterly delicate and fragile. she was always so calm when he held her this way, the steady sound of his strong heartbeat lulling her into a sleepy daze after a while

"aw look at 'er, can barely keep those little eyes open. should be heading back right about now, love" his arm rests around your shoulders, bringing you in closer to his side while he chuckles down at his infant strapped to his chest falling fast asleep content to be held like this. you could only offer a gentle smile, looking at your little one. you knew exactly how it felt, being held by john always felt like home no matter where you were or what was happening. it felt safe and familiar always.

"then let's head back" you nod softly, head leaning against his body for a moment just taking in the beauty and keeping the moment playing for as long as you could. and john's arms brushed over the both of you pulling you in close, a tenderness in his touch that was reserved only for his family.

a/n: lmk if you'd like this with any of the others :) 🤍

it had been a lazy sunday, price didn't get very many of those if hardly ever. being the captain, the leader on a dangerous taskforce definitely had its con and limited free times to spend. but the moments he could have you to himself, alone and snuggled up with, he treasured the most

the rain thundering outside had been a lovely touch as he lay there on the couch, sprawled against the pillows with you pressed into his side. he doesn't think he could ever tire of watching you lazily relaxing, his hand on your hip rubbing soft circles

it's the perfect moment, watching your lashes flutter on your cheeks with every blink, the soft pulse of your heart against your skin to remind him that you were real and in his arms. the warmth from your body and the blankets had him melting, soaking up every moment and trying to treasure it at the same time

it was everything he had ever wanted and more, his arm trying to bring you in even closer. his lips skimming your cheek, finding a gentle pathway to your jaw and then your neck a soft kiss pressed right below your ear. the tv played in the background mindlessly with the light illuminating your figure, the only comfort he could ever want and need

you feel the soft scruff of his beard against your skin slightly ticklish as you hum a soft response, relishing in the affection your husband provided. his muscles caging you in, securing you right there as he nuzzled your neck

that was until a soft whine was heard between the two of you, demanding attention.

price could hardly keep his chuckle back, looking down at the small space between you both. his brow raised slightly as he poked his baby girl softly on the nose, her little body half perched on yours and his

"what's that look for, munchkin?" he spoke in amusement, tilting her little face up with his index. his thumb smoothing over her small chin hearing her broken babbles, small brows knitted in a pout. she looked exactly like you when she pulled this face and it melted his heart every timeand he knew the issue, of course he did. your soft laughter next to him only confirmed it

"you want a kiss, do you love?" he cooed softly, raising his brow amused at the little one snuggled between you both. her small hands grabbing at his top, most definitely wanting a kiss the way you had received one. it had been a habit she picked up now that she reached 7 months, whatever attention you had got she wanted the same. not wanting to be left out especially not on family time

and price was more than happy to indulge his baby, his lips are so gentle on her skin breathing in her scent tenderly. she was so small, so soft it was still a shock that someone like him could play a part in something so beautiful. he could never deny his baby any affection when she was like this, you were the keeper of his heart and she was the apple of his eye.

he couldn't believe that a few years ago he didn't have anyone so close to him, dedicating his life to his work instead to numb the pain that his years were passing by and he didn't have a soul. and now he had the most beautiful family, his people, the ones he vowed until his last breath to protect and honour and hold he bends his head a little to give her a little kiss to her chubby cheek causing her to break out in a big smile, patting his chest for more while her head tilts back in satisfaction.

his eyes crinkle with pure love, big hands scooping her under her arms to pull her on his chest. he spends the evening basking in the afterglow of his family, his heart full and burying with pure love and adoration. alternating between kissing you and your baby girl