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Price x Playful! Reader

GET PLUS FOURED BITCH!!!!!
GN reader (told in 2nd person)
CHAOTIC FLUFF
Requested by : BlissfulTien
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Youve never, ever seen your Captain so...playful. Maybe playful wasnt the right word, maybe more Open or Relaxed. Or maybe even nervous.

"Relax, Price!"

"You Nonce, call me john, and i dont want to look a clutz..." he murmured.

"Fine, john," you giggled, knowing he would have to correct you 19 more times. You were his girlfriend, but just got so used to adressing him formally.

"This is a reverse card, it has two windy arrows on it."

"Okay. What does it do?"

"It reverses who goes next. Lets say you were first, i was next and simon was last,
Simon would go first, then you, then me."

"Oh. So what does this do???" He pointed at the plus four.

"Thats a plus four, it acts as a wild card, which means you can change the color to one of the four, and make the next person pick up four more cards."

He hummed in response, gathering all the knowledge. It was kind of Confusing to John Still, but he cant learn without experience.

You somehow got Simon and Soap to play, but watched from the side. You were the master of Uno, and decided to let your "students" (yes, you mentored them all), play against eachother.

You eyed Johns hand...

3 plus fours?!?! And one wild, and a yellow two and a blue eight.

You grinned, unable to hide it all that well. He knew basic rules like match number, match color, stuff like that, so honestly he has it in the bag.

Soap, whos in his Werefox form, had his uncontrollable helikopter tail keeping his hyperness at bay. Charly came up and petted his head.

You and Charly, your former Mentor, are eagerly watching this game go on.

Simon was plus foured! By...soap?!?

"Simon...dont tell me youre all washed up. I know Y/N taught you well." Charly put her head in her hands.

Sweat dropped off simons head, now its prices turn, and the color chosen by Soap was yellow, thankfully.

He peacefully set down his yellow two, waiting for soap to play.

Current match stats :

Soap - 6 cards

Simon - 10 cards (put a number/color down and then got +4ed)

Price - 6 cards

"Ive trained him well already." You smirk, watching Johns fingers hover over the wild.

If he puts down the wild, he could change color to blue for his eight, and with the next plus fours he could keep the color if it was changed, and stack cards on someone.

He slammed down the wild eagerly after hearing your praise. In return, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He called yellow.

"Soap, somehow win this and youll get head pats." Charly walked over to his side, putting a firm but gentle hand between his massive furred ears.

Soap eagerly agreed, of course. Poor man just wants any affection he wants since he tranformed late.

He put down a yellow 9.

"Alright John, home stretch, nothing can stop you now." You proudly announced, scaring the shit out of simon, who really only had thorne hovering over his shoulder menacingly.

"What the fuck." Simon grumbled, placing down a yellow skip, skipping price.

Thorne gave him a thumbs up, in which he gladly returned.

You on the other hand, were kind of getting worried. What if he doesnt win?

Price slumped in his chair, but still eagerly awaiting his turn.

Soap slammed down a plus four again! Targeting Simon again!

Current match stats! :

Soap : 5 cards

Simon : 9 (possible +4!)

Price : 5 cards (possible +4!)

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Price had a wide shit-eating grin on his face.
Soap knew he had spelled out his own doom, as Simon placed a plus four down, and then price stacked another plus four on it.

John called blue.

Soaps face went as pale as a ghost. Then he disappeared. You didnt know he was doing his best impersonation of Casper.

Charly collected his cards and ruled it as a forfeit. She picked up the 12 he was supposed to pick up, shuffled his hand and placed them at the bottom of the deck.

"Cmon you knuckle-ead" John spoke, taunting Simon.

"Bring it!" He taunted back.

John slammed down his blue eight, making your face contort with a evil smile. You knew what was about to happen to simon was inevitable.

Simon put down a reverse, reversed back to himself, placed down three cards labeled 5, with a blue 5 on the bottom.

Price laid down two plus fours and called uno out.

"GET PLUS FOURED BITCH!!!!!"

"IVE NEVER SEEN HIM THIS WORKED UP OVER A CARD GAME-!"