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Part 115 of Task Force 141 Imagines/What If...Series
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Published:
2025-08-31
Completed:
2025-09-08
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800
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4/4
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Help From Dad

Summary:

Four double drabbles based on the prompt "reader pranking 141 by calling their father to do small things around the house as if the guys won't do them" sent to my Tumblr ask box.

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Prompt

The following prompt was sent in by a Tumblr user: hii, can I request how the 141 will reach when reader prank them by calling her dad to do tiny jobs around the house like “oh hey dad, I need you to change the light bulbs bc my husband couldn’t reach it or I told him last week and he didn’t” making them feel they’re useless in the reader father eyes

Chapter 1: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Chapter Text

 

“Hey, Dad! No, everything’s fine. Simon just needs a little help changing out some of the lightbulbs.”

The words are hardly out of your mouth before Simon snatches your phone from your hand.

Without looking at the screen, he ends the call, his features stern. “What are you doing?”

“Asking my father for help,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders.

Simon’s gaze narrows. “To change the lightbulbs?”

“Sure. I mean—you’re tall but not that tall.” Your phone starts to buzz in Simon’s hand. “I’ll take that.”

You reach for it, and Simon holds it up and out of reach. “Think not, love.”

“Simon,” you scold, jumping for your phone.

He gives you his back, answering. “It’s me.” A pause. “Yeah.” Another pause. A chuckle. Simon glances over his shoulder at you, grinning. “She’s a troublemaker.”

You swat for the phone and Simon sidesteps your meager attempt. “Simon,” you hiss. He ignores you.

“Have a good day, sir.” Simon ends the call. He slowly pivots on his heel, tapping his foot against the floor as he arches an eyebrow.

“Simon,” you warn.

“Naughty thing,” he chuckles.

Knowing what comes next, you bolt down the hall, Simon pursuing with punishment in mind.

 

Chapter 2: John Price

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“I’ve been telling him for the past week. He hasn’t done it yet.”

There is no one on the other end receiving your communication. In fact, your phone isn’t even awake. You’re holding it up to your face pretending that you’re talking to your father. It’s just a jab—a provocation. When John married you, he knew what he was getting in to.

You’re simply living up to that promise.

“I know, Dad. I’ve been telling him.”

As you turn, John appears from thin air, manifesting beside you like a phantom.

“Get off the phone,” he whispers, nearly inaudible.

You shake your head. “Yes, Dad.”

“Now,” he insists.

You purse your lips. “I have to go, Dad. Talk to you later.”

As you bring the phone away from your face, tapping the screen like you’re ending a call, John exhales loudly. “I told you I ordered it, love. It’s being delivered tomorrow.”

“Hm,” you reply, staring blankly at your husband.

John pinches the bridge of his nose. “You didn’t call your father, did you?”

You giggle. “Nope.”

“Cabbage,” he mutters, running his hands over his face before drawing you in close. “You’re going to give me a bloody heart attack.”

 

Chapter 3: John "Soap" MacTavish

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“The nursery is almost done.” You pause for dramatic flair. “The crib isn’t finished. Johnny was supposed to do it today.”

You hear a bewildered Johnny shout “what?” from the open doorway.

Holding back a laugh, you continue to pretend that you’re on the phone with your father, complaining that Johnny isn’t working on the crib he’s currently in the process of building.

Johnny comes around the corner; an electric drill clutched in one hand. “What do you mean, lass?” he blurts. “Working on it right now!”

You pretend not to hear him. “Yeah. Yeah. I mentioned it last week. Really need to build the crib for the nursery.” You place your hand on your swollen, pregnant belly. “Due date is coming up quick.”

Johnny, utterly perplexed, steps directly into your line of sight. He holds up the drill and pulls the trigger, the handheld device whirring for a few seconds.

You widen your eyes, shrug, and shake your head like you don’t understand him at all. With an exasperated sigh, Johnny storms back into the nursery, only to return with the instruction manual.

“I’m building it.”

“Oh!” you laugh. “He’s on it, Dad!”

“Hells, lass,” he murmurs, gaze skyward.

 

Chapter 4: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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“Don’t you dare.”

“What?” you ask innocently. Kyle extends his hand, making a “give it here” gesture. You shake your head. “No. Why?”

“Because I know you,” he replies gently. “And I’m not looking to stress over your shenanigans.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you huff, not handing over your phone.

But your husband knows you too well. You understand this, but it doesn’t mean you’ll simply roll over and comply.

“Told you I’d do it. And I will do it. Tomorrow.”

“I know. I heard you.”

Kyle’s hand is still extended. “You’re about to text your father.”

“No!” you say sharply. “I am not.”

He arches a single eyebrow in challenge. Kyle repeats the “give it here” gesture. Instead of giving him the phone, you slap it.

“Give me the phone,” he chides.

“You wanted a high five.”

Kyle’s calm demeanor cracks, a hint of a smile breaking through. “Can you behave for one day?”

You hesitate, considering. “Maybe.”

Kyle withdraws his hand and saunters forward, pushing into your space with a heated swagger. “Can make those toes curl. Would that satisfy you?”

“Maybe,” you repeat.

Kyle leans in. Lowers his voice. “Then let’s find out.”

 

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