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just-another-siimp · 1 year

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Epilogue

Warnings: Brief mention of war, injuries and anxiety, alcohol use, poor fire safety, lots of smooches (16+), lots of fluff, a ton of fluff.

Authors Note: This is is, the Enemy at the Gate series is finally done! All this is is self indulgent fluffy. Pairing below the cut!

Word Count: 2k

Enemy at the Gate || Alone || Prison Break || Epilogue

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader

The months following Las Almas blurred into one, with Hassan dead and Makarov crawling out of the rafters like the cockroach that he was, there was so much work to be done. Laswell had other plans for the 141st, forcing a mandatory leave period of 6 weeks. Allowing everyone to heal both mentally and physically. For some of you returning home was a secret blessing, it allowed opportunities for hidden relationships to bloom behind drawn curtains. Not that your relationship was hidden from the 141st, they were the people you trusted with your life so it was only natural that they knew. It was either that or have them find out, and they always find out.

For you home is a cottage on the outskirts of Metz, allowing the beauty of the French countryside to swallow you whole. At first you’d thought the choice to move to France of all places would be something you’d regret, yet there had been nothing but happy memories made in the cottage you and your beloved called home. While you’d been away the seasons had changed, summer had been in full swing, the Apricot trees in the back garden had been full of the sweet fruit. Now it was covered in snow, the flowers had died long ago, leaves fallen to the ground below long before you’d even thought of home. Yet under a blanket of white, it was still your favourite place to be.

Soft quacks could be heard just outside your kitchen window, peaking out from the frosted glass you caught sight of your two favourite trouble makers. Henry and Gale, a pair of ducks that belonged to your neighbour but always had a habit of venturing over to your cottage. They supplied a pleasant background noise as you kneaded dough, even in the cold weather it was easy to build up a sweat. Your arm still ached, bullet wound leaving a nasty scar despite the neat stitching. After a few more weeks it would be back to normal but for now you dealt with the ache, covering the bowl with a damp towel before leaving the dough to proof.

The kitchen was an organised mess, Stew bubbling away in it’s pot atop the stove while vegetables soaked in water waiting to be formed into something that resembled a salad. The cupboard was fully stocked with snacks, both sweet and savoury. Outside in the garage there was a fridge filled with beer, amongst other drinks. Next to it a pile of firewood had been stacked sky high, your neighbour (the owner of Henry and Gale) had kept it well stocked in exchange for Apricots from your tree. Staring at the fridge you looked at the list you’d written, there wasn’t a lot left to do before the boys arrived but still you paced the kitchen anxiously.

Gale’s quacking was interrupted by a car engine as it pulled into the driveway, a flurry of snow and wings indicated that the pair had flown away spooked by the slam of a car door. Suddenly you remembered you were supposed to be resting, you’d promised not to do anything on your own and allow your arm a chance to heal without extra strain. There wasn’t time to hide the evidence, front door creaking open reminding you that it needed to be oiled before Price arrived. He’d go full handyman and try finding other things to fix if you didn’t.

“Babe, I’m home! You’d never believe what I found at the store today-” Your heart skipped a beat hearing his voice, excitement already welling up in your chest. The kitchen door swung open and you attempted to look as though you’d just been standing in the kitchen for no reason. “Hey- you’re supposed to be resting!”

“Oh hey.. Gaz- you’re back home early!” The way he was staring at you was a clear indication that your goose was indeed cooked, as he placed the bags down. Reaching out to you he pulled you closer, hand reaching up to cup your cheek before brushing flour off of your nose. Ah, so you’d really been caught red handed.

“Is this how you feel when you catch one of us working when we’re supposed to be resting?” He asked softly, lips pressed to your forehead as he pulled you into him. It was hard not to melt into his embrace, breathe in his cologne as his hands trailed down to your waist leaving warmth in his wake.

“Oh it’s incredibly frustrating to see.” You murmured softly into the crook of his neck, leaning all of your weight into him with a content sigh. It was nice to have him home, even if he was only gone for a couple of hours. “Especially when the Captain falls asleep at his desk in the process.”

You’re both laughing at that, Gaz leaning down a little further lips pressing to yours in a sweet kiss. Fingers pressing flush into the back of your thighs tapping once as if to say ‘up’, the movement was effortless as he lifted you onto the counter. Fingers curled into his hair, still slightly damp from the snow he must’ve been caught in while he was out. His lips tasted faintly of chocolate, your brow furrowed and you pulled away.

“Did you have hot chocolate without me?” Guilt was written all over his face, his fingers traced gentle circles into your sides trying to soften you up. “I can’t believe you.”

“They were handing out cups for free! How could I say no?”

“Easily.” He kissed your nose, you pouted at him trying to hide the smile that threatened to break out on your face. Gaz knew you weren’t really angry at him, how could you be? When you didn’t say anything he trailed kisses across your cheek and down your jaw, coaxing a whine from your lips. “Kyle.. I’m trying to be angry at you.”

“Guess I’ll just have to take the coco powder they were selling back to the store.” You tried turning to the paper bag that sat forgotten on the kitchen counter next to you, his right hand rested on the side of your neck. Thumb grazing your chin before grasping it gently, keeping your focus on him. “The marshmallows too.”

“Giant Marshmallows?”

“Of course, biggest I could find.”

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” Before he could respond you’d pulled him closer, eyes fluttering shut as you both lost yourselves in the kiss. It was often like this after deployment, there was no looming threat or unwanted eyes on either of you. In this little bubble of the world you could both cherish the little moments and the silly moments just like this one.

The rest of the morning was spent in the kitchen, with you sat at a bar stool while Gaz worked on perfecting his stew refusing to let you do anything to help. This time you listened to his ‘orders’ laughing when he mocked you, scolding you just as you did to him and the others when they didn’t rest. Elbows rested on the cool countertop, your chin resting on the palm of your hand was you watched him cook. Hot chocolate with a comically large marshmallow floating within it partially forgotten.

Snow crunched beneath your feet, cool air nipping at exposed skin as you shuffled out to the wood pile. There were some things that Gaz couldn’t stop you from helping with, like a puppy you’d followed him out into the snow not taking no for an answer. He still wouldn’t let you carry the wood, instead allowing you to light the fire and only because you’d hidden the matches from him.

“You could’ve at least put gloves on.” He said walking towards you, firewood piled in his arms. “Can you grab the axe for me, love?”

“Why wear gloves when you can hold my hand?” There was a pep in your step as you grabbed the axe off of the wall, true intentions hidden behind a giddy smile as you followed him to the designated wood cutting stump. “One axe, ready and willing to serve. Sir!”

“Are you having a sugar high?”

“Hmm maybe.”

“That hot chocolate is pretty good, I bet even Ghost will like it.” You watched as he removed his jacket, wrapping it over your shoulders before taking the axe from your waiting hands. That reminded you, looking at the time it wouldn’t be long before the others arrived. The dough was only half way through it’s second proof, there were still blankets that needed to be pulled from cupboards for whoever crashed on the couch and neither you or Kyle had made the salad. The first crack of axe meeting wood pulled you from your thoughts, this was the real reason you’d come outside just to watch Gaz at work.

Ghost was the first to arrive, he wore the usual skull balaclava which really made the bright pink box of chocolates in his arms stand out more. You would’ve laughed but he didn’t give you the chance, shoving the box into your arms and walking into the cottage not without ruffling your hair on the way. You could hear Gaz greeting him in the kitchen, their voices muffled by the kitchen door as it closed again. The sun had set roughly an hour ago, leaving the surrounding area covered in darkness. There was no reason for you to be standing at the door still, yet you couldn’t stop looking into the black searching for something that wasn’t there.

“Chip.” You almost screamed, whirling around to face Ghost with a half hearted glare. He shot you an apologetic look, reaching past you to turn on the front garden lights. Illuminating the darkness, revealing Gale and Henry snuggled together under the bench. “It’s just the ducks, nothings gonna come crawling out of the shadows here.”

“I know.” You whispered softly, stepping away from the door and closing it. Ignoring how the cold seemed to settle in your bones despite the fireplace being well lit. Ghost had forced you to show him to the livingroom despite him knowing exactly where it was, distracting you from what lurked in the shadows.

Price and Soap had arrived together, the Captain having picked up John in london before driving the rest of the way. They both planned to stay a few days, using it as an excuse to stay at their home away from home. Not that you or Gaz were complaining, it was nice to have the extra company especially because it meant getting to listen to Soap butcher french with his thick Scottish accent. Ghost would most likely be gone by morning, he wasn’t the type to stick around for long but you always made him promise to take some leftovers home.

The five of you surrounded the fire pit, Soap standing a bit too close to comfort as he tipped his head back downing another Guava Cruiser. Your home was one of the only places where he’d drink something other than beer or a strong spirit, in private where none of you judged further than shitty banter. These types of gatherings didn’t happen often, it was a chance for everyone to relax. As always Gaz’s cooking was the main star of the show, matched with the fresh bread you’d made that afternoon it was a real treat. Even Ghost had taken Gaz up on the offer of a hot coco (mind you it had a shot of peppermint liquour and no marshmallow, sorta disappointing really) from where he stood next to Soap he seemed to be enjoying it. Even if he had to stop the Scot from falling into the fire.

None of you worried about what battles were next to come.

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briefalpacashark · 27 days

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~Drunk Boys~

The boys from 141 get drunk and you have to pick them up.

Warning: Drunk, violence.

Parts inspired from New Girl. If you know you know.

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One lovely evening you sat in your little office space. The boys had headed off quite some time ago for a few drinks. Your usual Friday night outing didn't include you that time because of a few reports you had put off. It was pulling onto 1am when your phone started to ring. It was a new number you had never seen before.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking,” you said.

“Hey uh doc?” It was Gaz voice that came through the call.

“Gaz?” you asked.

“Who you talking to?” you could hear Jonny ask in the background.

“I'm talking to doc,” Gaz stated.

“Oh, why?” Jonny whispered.

“I don't know,” Gaz murmured back. It didn't take a detective to establish by their slurred tones that they were drunk.

“Gaz, why are you calling me from a random number?” you asked.

“I don't know. Our phones got wet,” he explained.

“Our?” you asked.

“Yeah Me, Soap, Ghost and Price,” he stated with a sassy tone, as if it was your fault for not knowing.

“So you fucked you phones?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Gaz nodded.

“And you called me, why?” you asked. There was silence for a bit.

“Captain, why am I calling Doc again?” Gaz asked.

“Because we lost the fucking car and we need a lift back to base,” Price snapped in the distance.

“Because we lost the fucking car and we need a lift back to base,” Gaz tone was much calmer and sweeter than Prices. A small smile worked its way onto your face.

“Alright, ill be there soon. Where are you?” you asked, making your way to the door.

“Not at the base,” Gaz said.

“I know that Gaz. Where are you now?” It was like talking to a toddler.

“Oh, We're at McDonalds,” he said before the line went dead. There were three McDonalds in the town. You thought they would be at the one closest to the bar. You were right. You were about to pull into the car park when you paused. Alittle down the street, right under the McDonalds sign sat four blobs. Driving up to it, you slammed on the brakes at what you saw.

Price was sitting with his arms crossed. His hat looked to have been ripped in half and then shakily put back together with some staples, a tuft of his hair sticking out the top. Next to him Ghost with a traffic cone on his head and one tucked in his lap as he sat cross-legged. He was hugging it, and the one in his lap had been drawn on, and made up to look like a person, with a hat and a bikini loosely tied around it. One of his jacket sleeves was missing as if it had been torn clean off. Jonny sat next to him shirtless, with a patch of hair missing from his chest. Over it a pink glittery 21st birthday sash. His mohawk sprinkled with glitter and a kilt. Gaz had left in a pair of jeans, he was now in a pair of pink booty shorts that you would place money on that had some word like bitch or booty on the back of bedazzled gems. A crown of beer cans ducked taped around his head compelled the fit. All about them, strewn across the floor was a variety of McDonald's food, ranging from ice-creams to nuggets. They were all happily munching away. And they were all missing their left shoe?

You got out of the car phone at the ready.

“Say cheese boys,” you called. Drunkenly, they all looked up in your general direction, taking a photo. You chuckled, pocketing your phone and hands as you looked over them all. Wondering what the hell happened to them.

“Ah, it's doc. What are you doing here, lovey?” Jonny asked in excitement, throwing his hands to the air.

“I'm here to pick you boys up,” you said.

“Pah, no we're alright. We've still got to go to another bar. Ain't that right LT?” Jonny asked, waving you away.

“Aye. I want another lager,” Ghost stated defiantly.

“I think you boys have had enough. Just look at the state of ya,” you gestured to them.

“Wow, body shaming. Shame on you Y/N,” Gaz slurred, shaking his head disappointingly.

“Your all wet. Each of you has a piece of clothing damaged and all of you haven't even made eye contact with me yet,” you explained. Instantly, they all turned to stare into your eyes.

“Bull shit,” Jonny hiccuped before taking a bite of his burger.

“Sargent, Report,” Price spoke up. You paused, considering his words as he stared down at the road in front of him.

“Report sir?” you asked. He nodded, tipping forward ever so slightly. Your eyes widened. He was absolutely plastered. They all were.

“Your all drunk as fuck,” you said simply, your sentence finishing in a bewilder chuckle. The boys could hold their liquer, hell you have ever seen Gaz and Jonny drunk.

“Am not,” Jonnys offended tone had you laughing again.

“Of sorry. My mistake, your only eating ice cream burger because you want to,” you jabbed you fingers at the burger in his hands. The ice cream was dripping down his arms and it looked like he had stacked nuggets, chips and a shit ton of cheese into the mix.

“As a matter of fact I did want to,” he said moving his hand about, the contents of the burger slopping onto the ground.

“Awww,” Jonny whined.

“Five second rule bruv,” Gaz said reaching bow to pick up a handful of the mess reconstructing the burger and handing it back to Jonny.

“Thanks Gaz,” Jonny seemed genuinely thankful. You held back a gag as he moved it to his mouth.

“Don't eat that,” you warned. You sure as hell didn't want him getting sick of all the gems that were now thrown into the burger mix.

“I'll do what I want to do, because I can do whatever I want to do because I can do it,” he slurred.

“Jonny you eat that burger and I'll never speak to you again,” you proposed the ultimatum. He paused, pondering for a moment.

“What if I drink it?” he asked.

“Your gonna drink a burger?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Aye,” he nodded confidently.

“I bet you a tenner you can't,” Price spoke up. The poor man looked to be dozing in and out of sleep.

“I'll take that bet,” Jonny said.

“Jonny that was on the road,” you pleaded.

“And?” he asked.

“Put it down,” you ordered sternly. With a grumble, he chucked the burger down like a toddler throwing a tantrum. The boys held back their giggles. You heard that right giggle. And it was stared by none other than the man himself. Price. He was giggling. The high-pitched noise sounded off coming from him.

“Ohhhhhhhh mums mad at you,” Gaz joked, nudging his side.

“Sod off,” Jonny grumbled.

“Alright where’s the phone you called me from?” you asked.

“Why?” Gaz questioned.

“Because you called me from a random number, which means you had someone else’s phone. By the state of you lot I wouldn't be surprised if you stole it,” you explained.

“Right, it's over there,” Gaz grabbed his thumb to the phone booth. You first thought they had called you from it, but when you noticed the little pink box, you walked up to it to get a closer look. It was an iPhone. In a pink case, it was cracked to kingdom come and they had somehow lodged it in the credit card reader. You tried tugging it out to no avail. What you did find was Gaz’s phone propped up on the little stand with his contacts open with your name and number on it. Deciding not to question the backwards thinking that led them there you pocketed Gaz’s phone, walking back to the boys.

“Alright, I want the truth ok. What happened?” you asked a little concerned.

“Meet up with some airforce boys. They tried to act all high and mighty,” Price shrugged.

“Said they could drink more than us,” Ghost added.

“We had to prove them wrong,” Jonny explained.

“And we did. But then they brought out, Um what was it called?” Gaz clicked his fingers.

“Abstanance,” Jonny proclaimed proudly.

“Absinthe?” you asked in shock.

“Hell yeah, drunk those fuckers under the table.” Ghost nodded.

“Dunk yourselves under the table by the looks of it. Why are you wet? And what the fuck happened to ya shoes?” you asked.

“The ducks were drowning,” Gaz stated simply.

“And there was a bar that takes your shoe when you start a tab. It's to prevent running out without payed your tab,” Jonny added.

“So you all rescued ducks and ran out on a tab?” you asked. The boys pondered for a moment realized how bad it sounded.

“Yes,” Ghost nodded.

“No,” the rest of them said.

“And only Ghost rescued the ducks, I fell in, Gaz tried to rescue me but couldn't and Price saved us both,” Jonny explained as if it fixed it all.

“You shouldn't have been hanging around ponds this drunk. It's dangerous,” you murmured.

“For your information, it wasn't a pond,” Gaz stated defensively.

“Oh yeah, what was it?” you cooed back.

“It was the fountain,” he pointed across the way into the park where a fountain was lit up. A knee deep fountain.

“Right, get in the car. Come on,” the boys groaned.

“We can't,” Gaz said.

“And why not?” you asked.

“Cause,” he trailed off. “Legs an’t working,” he finished. The boys all gave him approving nodds thinking his excuse was to tire brilliance.

“Well, I guess I'll just help you. Come on,” you helped Gaz up first, sliding him into the back of the car.

“I don't wanna go,” Jonny whined.

“I know big guy,” you cooed. Sliding him in next to Gaz, you shook your head when they started giggling.

“Your turn,” you gestured Ghost up.

“Am I under arrest?” he asked.

“What? No,” you shook your head.

“Oh really. Seemed like it.” his hint of sass had you pointing to the car. With a grumble he got up and walked to the car, slipping into the middle seat. You frowned, ducking your head to see the other door open, Jonny now sitting at the far side and Gaz nowhere to be seen. Looking back to the makeshift picnic, you saw him back at the phone booth.

“For fuck’s sake, Stay,” you order the two in the car. Walking up to him, you frowned as he held the phone up to his ear.

“What you doing Gaz?” you asked.

“Ringling Doc. She needs to come pick us up,” he said whole heartedly forgetting that you were there already. With a huffed you took him by the arms, pulling him back. You sighed when you saw Ghost and Jonny sitting back on the curb happily munching away. You sat Gaz in the back of the car, deciding to lock the back door this time. You then filed in Jonny than Ghost. Closing the door behind them, you made your way back to Price.

“Come on sir,” you called softly. He looked up to you and with the biggest beaming brightest smile, and he giggled. God you had never seen anything more pure.

“Your sweet Doc,” he said.

“Thank You sir. Now can you get in the car please,” you begged.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nodded, suddenly shooting to his feet. And with that, he toppled back like a domino landing in the bush.

“Christ,” You scrambled to get him out, practically carrying him to the car. Putting him in the driver's seat you buckled him in. When your head rose to make sure the boys were all in you were met by empty back seats.

“Doc, we can't leave the boys,” Price stated pointing out the window. Where the three men were gathered around a tree relieving themselves. Only Gaz seemed to just be standing there and Jonny appeared to be pissing on Ghost's boot.

“Get in the car!” You called out the window. Begrudgingly, they all piled back in.

“Hang on, I need a piss,” Price spoke up just as they all buckled in. With a tired sigh you patiently waited. Then when he returned you drove off.

“Wait, a minute, this ain't the way home,” Gaz suddenly pointed out.

“Yes I know. I think I know the bar you're talking about. We're going to go back there and pay your tab and get your shoes back. The higher ups would have a field day if you guys got in trouble,” you explained. Pulling up to the bar, you parked the car.

“Wait this is a police station,” Jonny pointed out. Yes, on the other side of the street, there was a police station.

“We should go fight that police officer,” Ghost suggested.

“What? What police officer?” you asked.

“The one we stole this from,” Gaz said, pulling a taser gun that had been tucked in the back of his pants.

“You stole from a police officer!” you exclaimed.

“First of all he was an absolute piss head. A real fucker,” Price spoke up in a logical tone.

“Yeah, he tried to arrest Gaz,” Ghost added.

“Prick,” Gaz grumbled.

“Let's do this Lads,” Price grinned at the rest of them. Like a toddler hyped up on sugar.

“Actually, I think that might be a bad idea,” Gaz spoke up.

“Gaz,” Price called and Gaz hummed in response.

“I got two of these and you got two of those. And we got whatever da fuck Ghost is, lets go,” he held up two fists before stepping out of the car.

“No NO nonononono,” you reached over trying to grab at Price, but he was already gone.

“I swear to god if any of you move I'll give you tetanus shots in the morning,” you threw the threat back at the remaining men in the car. The tetanus shot was one of the worst shots you could get, and they all had bad memories of it. So at the threat, they quickly did their seat belts back up.

“Christ,” you hissed, quickly hopping out of the car when you saw Price walk up to an officer hanging around outside.

While you were trying to deescalate the situation and explain to the cop why there was a drunk man trying to pick a fight, the boys were watching from the car.

“She's scary,” Gaz whispered.

“What a fucking woman,” Ghost grumbled.

“I think I'm gonna ask her out,” Jonny declared. Ghost head snapped around faster than light.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled.

“Don't tell me what to do,” Jonny rumbled back.

“I bagsed her. You can't do shit,” Ghost said.

“Fucking when?” Jonny asked.

“Just then,” Ghost stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“You can't bags a woman,” Gaz interjected.

“I know, women are strong beautiful beings to be respected and we are to respect their choices,” Ghost said, all the boys agreeing.

“But I still bags her,” he added at the end.

“Fuck you Brit. If you like her, do something bout it!” Jonny snapped his blink slightly delayed.

“Suck a cock scotsman,” Ghost snapped back.

“Do-Do you think you can beat me in a physical altercation of feisty cuffs?” Jonny fumbled with his words, raising his fists slightly. His aim was to star threateningly at his face but he missed the mark slightly staring at his knee. “I will beat you in a way you have NEver Beeenn beaten before,” Ghost stared at Jonny’s unfocused gaze. Before casually reaching over and giving him a gentle backhanded tap on his face.

“OHHHHHH,” Gaz called from his middle seat.

“DAMMIT!” Jonny explained as if he had just received a full on punch but didn't move in the slightest.

“You just got hit in the face lad,” Gaz giggle.

“Hit me again!” Jonny dared. So Ghost did, repeating the same action. Only it didn't seem to compute in Jonny mind the second time. “I dare you, you put your hands on me one more time, Cause I swear, it will be an, I will-” Ghost reached over his wrist wrapping around the back of Jonny neck.

“Come closer so I can put you in a choke hold,” Ghost asked politely.

“No!” Jonny declared going to hit back only for his hand to completely miss and fall to the side harmlessly. The two fumbled in the back of the car not really accomplishing anything.

“Guys, look he's gettin the cop!” Gaz announced. They all looked out the car window to see the cop walk off.

You had tried and failed to calm them down. Price had demanded to see the cop that tried to arrest Gaz. The boys all piled out of the car, some more graceful than others, before rushing up to you.

“Oh god no, get back in the car please!” you begged.

“Gotta get loose,” Jonny stated, starting to do jumping jacks.

“Guys Doc is right. We should go,” Gaz stated.

“Pussy,” that one word from Ghost was all it took for Gaz to shrug his jacket off and start stretching.

“You guys are really gonna fight a cop!?” you asked, bewildered by it all.

“Yes we are!” Jonny yelled confidently.

“No you're not!” You yelled. You couldn't believe it. It was like all common sense had been turned off in their heads.

“Ohhh Jonny’s in trouble,” Gaz grinned.

“Fuck you,” Jonny called reaching out to try and give Gaz a slight tap on the nuts.

“Dont touch my balls!” Gaz cried.

“Yeah Jonny,” Ghost chuckled, amused by it all only for Jonny to try and hit his. Bewildered, you were utterly bewildered as you saw the group of highly trained soldiers all become involved in what you assumed was a game of hit the dick. They were all relatively bent over trying to protect their jewels while simultaneously trying to hit each other. Even price had been pulled into it.

“Guys come on,” you begged.

“He touched my penis!” Jonny cried in a high-pitched voice.

“Don't touch my penis!” Gaz screamed right back.

“Can I help you boys?” A cop walked out of the station.

“Officer. Hi. I am so sorry about them there just a little drunk, I'll get them home safely,” you quickly interjected yourself between them.

“It's the cop!” Jonny declared pointing at him. The cop was beyond confused. Because for one, he had never seen the boys before in his life.

The truth of the story was that it was a comply different cop that had tried to arrest Gaz. They looked similar, and that was about it. And the only reason why he was trying to arrest Gaz was because he had stolen his taser gun.

But the boys could hardly see straight, so when they heard the cop was there, they trusted his words comply.

“Come on, let's go!” Jonny declared as they all crowded around the poor man. Well, you tried to keep them back trying to speak over their taunts for a fight. The cop spoke into his radio, requesting backup.

“Please, this is all a big misunderstanding. They're actually really nice blokes,” your words fell on deaf ears.

“Pig!” Ghost said.

“Oh look, the little boy needs back up. We can take em,” Gaz said.

“If Laswell finds out about this, she’ll have your heads!” Your yell instantly had the boys silent.

“FUCKEN RUN!” Price ordered the fear filling them. Instantly they took off down the street.

“Serpentine!” Gaz yelled had them all running in a squiggly line. Which had Jonny and Gaz running into each other. Ghost even knocked his head on a low post not even flinching as he kept on running. That left you standing there out the front of the police station with a group of police officers. And you all watched as the boys disappeared down the street.

“So um that,” you trailed off, pointing to them. “I uh,”

“I have no explanation for that,” you whispered in defeat.

When you found Gaz he was still running down the street.

“GAZ GET IN THE CAR!” you yelled out the window.

“FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK POLICE WOMEN!” he yelled.

“WHAT!?” you yelled. He instantly stopped running up to the car window.

“I have nothing against women, officers. I understand how my words were terrible. I just heard you were a woman and everyone calls you all policemen so I wanted to be inclusive but I realize I was just singling you out,” he explained drunkenly.

“Gaz I'm not a police woman. Get in the fucken car,” you ordered.

“You can't fool me. FUCK POLICE WOMEN!” he yelled, taking off sprinting again.

“Fuck this,” you grunted slamming on the breaks and jumping out he car. Gaz wasn't really sure what happened but one moment he was running down the street and the next he was in the back of the car the seat belt cut and tied around his hands and feet.

The others were a bit harder to find. Price was up a fucking willow tree. Getting him out of the tree was a fucking mission. You ended up just throwing random stuff at him until he eventually fell out. You used branches to tie him up and put him in the car as well. Finding Soap was a lucky find. You saw him stumbling down the street and when you called out to him he rushed into a club. As you walked in you realized quickly that you wouldn't have much luck finding him. It was packed to the brim and you couldn't see over anyone's heads. So you make your way up to the DJ booth.

“Hi, I'm trying to find a drunk scotsman. He's a vet. Do you mind?” you asked, gesturing to the microphone.

“Anything for our boys,” he said, handing it over.

“If you're a Scot and wearing a kilt, come up on stage for your prize!” Everyone cheered as you tucked yourself behind the DJ stand. Jonny walked up on stage basking in the cheers, raising his hands high in the air.

And then you crash tackled him to the floor, tying him up with some power cords.

“Fucks sake Jonny,” you grunted after you had lugged his body out of the club and into the car.

“Wow, they caught you before me, Captain. I'm surprised,” Jonny grinned smugly. You spent the next hour searching for Simon. You were about to give up when you decided to ring his phone. If Gaz’s still worked there was a chance his did too. Hearing the ringing you frowned. It wasn't just coming from your phone. Looking back to the boys, you could hear the muffled sound.

“Hello?” Ghost asked through the phone. His actual voice sounded once again from the back. Getting out of the car, you rounded it before pulling the boot open. There Ghost lay, his large body comedically tucked into the back, the Traffic cone still in his arms.

“How long have you been in there?” you asked.

“Since you caught Gaz,” he stated simply. With a deep sigh you gestured him out of the back. You knew you didn't need to tie him up and helped him to the front seat. Locking the doors, you started to drive everyone back to base.

“Boys, we've been kidnapped,” Price stated slowly.

“Like hell we have,” Jonny whispered back.

“What are you boys whispering about back there?” You asked. With your eyes on the busy road, you failed to see them untie themselves and jimmy the lock.

“RONDEVU AT THE PUB BOYS!” Price ordered. Instantly, they all threw themselves out of the car and legged it in opposite directions. You had slammed on the brakes once they had done it. You watched them run, letting your tired head fall to the steering wheel.

“Give me strength,” you pleaded. This time you weren't so lucky in finding them.

What happened was your phone rang again. From a new number.

“Hello?” you already knew who it was.

“Hey doc. Can you come pick us up? We lost the car,” Gaz's voice wafted through.

“Sure where are you? You asked.

“The police station,” he whispered bashfully.

So there you were back at the police station. You smiled bashfully at the officers the boys had tried to fight. Luckily for them you were a sweet talker. And the fact that they were military helped as well. They would have been charged with theft of a police officer and walking out on a tab. But you returned the taser gun, which hadn't been discharged. And you paid the tab with a generous tip getting their boots back in the process. The boys embarrassingly walked out of the station looking like puppies that had just been kicked.

“Are you mad at us?” Jonny asked.

“Not mad, Just disappointed,” you shook your head. For the four drunk men the sentence was devastating, making them drop their head in guilt. A tiny smile pulled at your lips.

“Come on, let's get you home,” you ruffled Jonny's hair gently pulling them all out of the police station.

“Can we get McDonalds on the way home?” Gaz asked.

“I want an ice cream,” Price spoke up.

“Sure, why not?”

This time, the drive was much more peaceful. When you got back, you made sure they were all changed, well hydrated and tucked into bed. Which was incredibly hard because they had hit the pass out drunk stage. Ghost was the hardest. You managed to get him on the bed and his shirt and jacket off relatively easily. You paused momentarily as you saw his bare upper body. God damn the greek sculptures could take pointers from him. Your gaze softened as you saw all the scars and bullet holes that lined the ripples of his muscle. He's been through a lot. You felt slightly perverted as you undid his pants. Only they were wet and long, so you stood there yanking at them pulling them off inch by inch. Now you were using your whole body to get those bad boys off, so it didn't surprise you when you flew halfway across the room when you finally got them off. Breathing heavily, you gently lifted his legs back onto the bed. Grabbing the blanket, you tucked it up to his chin, your hand brushing against the wet mask. While the room was heated, it was still cold. Plus, you couldn't tell if it was water or blood from the hit that was on the top.

“Alright Simon, I'm gonna take off your mask. But I'm gonna close my eyes so don't worry. I just don't want you waterboarding yourself in your sleep,” you whispered. He gave no response. With a deep breath, you reached up and closed your eyes. Your hands gathered the material at the bottom of the fabric and started rolling it up. In your focus you hadn't noticed Simon's eyes snap open at the movement. His hand had almost snapped around your wrist, only stopping when he saw your eyes closed. Slowly, he let his hand fall as you pulled the mask fully off.

“Alright, now let's see if you did any damage to that head of yours?” you asked. Your hands brushed away his hair from his face, humming at the loose curls. His heart stirred as he stared at you, loving the blissful feeling your hands gave him as they moved across his face. When you were happy that it was only a lump he had sustained a small giggle left on your lips.

“That's gonna be a shiner mate,” you whispered.

He watched as your smile dropped slightly when her thumb brushed over a scar. You got a weird sense of DeJa'Vu as you thumb gently traced the scar. So many scars. Life certainly hadn't been kind to him.

"What am I gonna do with you huh?" you asked softly. Brushing his hair back once again, you stood.

“Night Simon,” you whispered before blindly making your way out the room. Simon watched the door close before looking up at the ceiling. His hand clasped over his rapidly beating heart as he came to the sudden realization.

He was absolutely smitten for the Doc.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

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cheesit-notes · 9 months

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pervy tf141 x reader (pt2 kinda)

you're hot as fuck; the team knows it, and so do you. and god, you're such a tease about it.

➥ requested by anon!

tags: lowkey nsfw under cut!, fem!reader, sub gaz, sub soap, every tf141 member kinda subby, voyeurism w/ ghost, teasing, reader kinda dom implied, ass and lots of it, reader being a tease, bold reader

a/n: i started at 9pm and ended at 1am and sometime between then and now, i got really tired so sorry for any mispellings, none of my work are ever edited.. my brain isnt quite functioning rn and i want to sleep but thanks for requesting anon, whoever u are ;3

Gaz who’s gets so flustered over how… just how bold you are. god, you’re teasing him with those clothes that just fit your body so, so well. his morals are already questioned when you come in, he couldnt stop imagining you in different positions. but now he doesnt have to imagine! because now, you’re bending over, purposely showing him your plush ass, to pick something up, showing him what you’d look like in certain positions. and my, gaz is a little pervert isnt he? getting hard in the middle of the common area just because you dropped your drink and picked it up. his face is flushed embarrassed and his growing erection sure doesn’t help. quick, someone might enter the room and see his throbbing cock strained against his pants so sit on his lap, tell him to be quiet, and help him out, yeah?

Soap who love the confidence you have, he’s like putty around you.. if you initiate more physical contact with him, specifically touches that can be easily misunderstood if anyone were to see, and he’s practically drooling. has been pushed against the wall by you, his hand pushing up your thigh because he just couldnt help himself, and your lips just mere inches from his. he’s rock hard, you can feel it as you press yourself onto him, and he’s leaking so much precum, its like he pissed himself. yet all this to be interrupted by your dear old Lieutenant Ghost who happened to discover the scene. poor Soap who’s most intimate moment with you just disappeared and left with a throbbing cock, but you seem fine. in fact, you’re smiling cheekily. you whisper to Soap, telling him to wait for you in his barracks before happily walking away like nothing just happened. ah, but Soap can’t wait. he jacks himself off twice, unable to stop. and he’s panting like a dog! it only took you 30 minutes to come to his barracks, but he’s already a sopping mess; sweat dripping down his face, bits of cum splattered on his stomach, and a small pool in between his legs. then you start stroking his soft cock, and he shouldn’t like this. he’s can barely get hard, the overstimulation is so painful to him, but he’s a like a bitch in heat in your hands.

Ghost who gets so fucking hard during team briefings. god, his erection is painfully obvious to anyone who just so much as glanced by that area. he doesnt mean to get hard, its just.. you.. you’re there. right next to him. your ass is within reach, god, and your wearing those tight leggings again. he needs you to blow his poor needy cock off and he needs it bad. he usually wants to at least look decent in front of captain Price. oh, but god, he wouldn’t mind the entire crew watching him get a sloppy blowjob from pretty little you. he wouldnt even mind the entire crew watching him stroke his hard meaty cock if it meant you were watching. leans back and as casually as he can, he droops one arm over you. he’s afraid you might say something, anything, about his off behavior but you don’t; you lean into his touch. one hand so close to touching your tits and the other laid near his crotch. at first, its just little touches while he imagines how your pretty tits would feel, especially in his mouth. but within minutes, hes practically openly palming himself while imagining hes sucking on your tits. his mask is a savior for covering his flushed face. god, and he sees you looking over at him, staring him up and down, and he knows you see his big fat cock pushed against his pants. all you do is give a barely noticeable smile, and look away but he’s already cumming in his pants.

Price who finds your bold personality quite amusing. still calls you a rookie despite you being far from it. it’s a constant game of who can push the other off the edge with the two of you. you’ll visit his office in the later hours of the evening and plop yourself on the edge of his seat. the two of you are having the most mundane conversation, sharing a single chair while the sexual tension is screaming. he’ll move you onto his lap, you’re looking down at him and smiling, he’s looking up at you with a hand gripping your ass. he’s a bold bastard, leaning into your chest, pulling you closer to him until your basically straddling him. god, you’re really pushing his nerves. you should be flustered, an embarrassed mess at his perverted actions. but nooo you’re enjoying yourself, smiling. and lord, he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy your teasing. now, the question is: how many late evening visits will it take for an overnight stay in the office?

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mangowafflesss · 8 months

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Ah! I finally got something to request!

Can TF141 react to their teenage daughter angrily punching a Punching Bag with a picture of her bully and she's just going crazy with her punches, even practicing how to threaten them! ❤✨

Price

He heard the aggressive punching from the garage and went to go look, he was shocked when he saw his daughter punching the bag with so much aggression in her punches “Sweetheart? Are you alright?” “Yeah dad! Doin’ just great!” Her punches got harder and he knew she wasn’t gonna calm down soon so he slowly backs out the room and lets her wear herself out. Totally not terrified of his own daughter

Soap

“Fuck you! You’re such a stupid bitch!” Soap hears this and immediately goes to investigate. “Woah what’s with all the shouting” he stops when he sees a picture of another girl taped to his punching bag. He continues to watch on and hears a bunch of screams and very vulgar words coming from his daughters mouth (definitely not influence from her father) “yeah go on take it!” He accidentally yells and his daughter stops and looks at him with confusion. “Sorry um keep it up kid!” With a thumbs up hes outta there.

Gaz

He wanted to work out and he has a little gym at the back of the garden. The door creaked open and he saw his daughter savagely punching and attacking his punchbag. “What are you doing?” He asks calmly but she had anger in her eyes and turned to him “This! This is Ashley and I fucking hate her!” She points to the picture and Gaz gulps and walks over and sees the holes in the photo “What she do?” He asks and then boom full on conversation about how much she’s been bullying his daughter “If you punch her make sure it’s out of school hours, you won’t get in trouble” he winks before leaving her to blow off some steam.

Ghost

He heard the rhythmic sound of the bags chain bouncing around from the kitchen and was curious. He stood in the doorway watching and was mildly impressed by her punching technique but it wasn’t quite right. “You’ll hurt yourself” he says and all she does is punch it harder “Well that’s what I’m going to do to her when I see her next!” She yells and starts to kick the poor bag until it managed to fall off its hook “alright kid that’s enough, let’s go eat something and you tell me all about this… person”

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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Hi! I love your page so much! From the dog/ handsome man ask, who would be the home wreckers and who would suffer in the friend zone?

Gaz and König would be the kings of the friend zoned boys while Ghost and Kruger would definitely manipulate, manslaughter, and manwhore their way in Sweetheart’s relationship. Where would the other boys be?

Hello! I'm so happy that you like my page!! I appreciate it 🙏 🫂❤️❤️

WHEW NOW YOU WENT IN BABES

(What we're referring to!)

You are very right, Gaz and König would be the absolute BALLERZ of the friend zone (or the brother zone, cause she sees them like "b r o t h e r s") and then Ghost and Krueger, like the SLUTS THEY ARE, would still be trying ONE HUNNID PERCENT

So let's use this as a pyramid system! The highest is 100% brother zone, and then going down further, you get to the Slut Homewreckers. It goes as such:

The Brother Zone

König

Gaz

Rodolfo

Alex

Roach

Horangi (The Whore Medium)

Alejandro

Price

Soap

Graves

Ghost

Krueger

The Slut Homewreckers

This was so sad to write out 😢

S I K E

Lemme start with Krueger, because he's always my favorite when it comes to Sweetheart.

Short answer: Krueger don't give a flying fuck shit.

Long answer: Krueger has been heavily obsessed with Sweetheart ever since he met her. You think that'll just E N D cause she got a boyfriend? Bitch please, that just makes him want her more. That little boyfriend is just keeping her company for now. Sweetheart belongs to Krueger, she just doesn't know it yet.

Now Ghost, he honestly can't help it. If he has his eyes set on something, he's either gonna make it his or complete it with so much determination it's scary. And that's EXACTLY what he's gonna do with Sweetheart. He didn't think he would fall in love with anyone, so she has a very special place in his heart. He's a bit heartbroken that she has a boyfriend. But as I said with Krueger, that's not gonna stop him. He's absolutely addicted to her, and his addiction can't just be leveled by being friends.

Graves... Jesus. With how much Sweetheart hates him, he's still SO PUSHY. He also can't let her go just like that. He likes their banter too much. So much so, that he sees his future with her still doing this, just with her in his arms surrounded by a white picket fence. Now everytime they fight, his brain reminds him that she has a boyfriend. Fuck, well not for long. He's gonna be the most annoying, pushy asshole she has ever seen. And he's not gonna give up.

Soap-- he was honestly gonna be in the brother Zone, but I had to think... cause I have in another ask (that I haven't posted yet, lemme alone) saying that Sweetheart and Soap are best friends first and lovers last. But g o d that's so hard now because he's fallen in love with her. They're extremely close, and for Sweetheart to not tell him that she has a partner really messes with him. He can't shake the feeling of wanting her for himself. (I can also see him being so desperate and begging. I have a problem with Soap being desperate and begging, its like my whole personality)

Price DEFINITELY wasn't gonna be bro zoned. Like come on- he's so determined in everything he does. But he will feel guilt everytime he tries to woo her. The black tendrils coiling around his being, the right from wrong really be setting in his soul and he hates it. But his desires and his heart keep pushing him to do the "wroight" thing. (Get it? It's right and wrong mixed together HAHA sorry)

Alejandro wouldn't.... but also really would. He feels a connection to Sweetheart. Platonically and romantically. But the romantic weights out the Platonic, and long story short; he wants her. He doesn't want to give up, but he also wants to respect her decision. She seems happy with this man, but wouldn't she be happier with him?

Okay so Horangi is in the middle because he would be 50/50. He would respect her choice to have a boyfriend. I mean yEAH YOU SHOULD-- IDIOT. He would tell himself that it needs to be Platonic only. He would say that when he's near her, when he's staring at her, when he's about to sleep, about to eat, about to-- you get where I'm going. But what if he would keep trying? He's a dogshit gambler though, so it may not turn out right.

Roach would be too scared to be a Homewrecker. He doesn't want to lose her completely, so he will just be Sweetheart's friend. I don't think he could take it for long though, since everyone has a breaking point. Seeing her smile with her man makes him smile, but his heart is bleeding.

Alex would be a bit disgruntled, but he would get over it. She's still in his life but just as friends. He would love to kiss her though. And to wake up next to her in the mornings and make breakfast together-- BUT YA KNOW IT'S FINE, HE'S FINE

Rodolfo hurts me, man. I feel like he would be so sensitive to love. Especially when it comes to loving Sweetheart. He would just look like a sad puppy everytime he's around her cause he knows he'll never get her like he wants to. #LOVEFORRUDY2023

Gaz will be on the cusp of crying 24/7 and being jealous everytime he sees her. And her 🤢man🤢 he will be supportive though, in whatever Sweetheart does he will always be supportive. And a friend. Only a friend to Sweetheart because that's what she wants and he'll respect it. I mean shiii he has to, he doesn't want to ruin anything this good, even if it is platonic.

König, my boy. The König of the friendzone (I LIKE TO THINK IM FUNNY) alot of people think that he's "UwU Boi babygirl nervous wreck little meow meow" (which I do agree on sometimes but also-) he grew up with alot of anger, and punching the shit outta people in school and getting into fights. He would never, EVER put his hands on Sweetheart, but he will mess up his room. And she didn't tell him? He gonna shut off for quite some time. And cry. Cry a l o t. He would have to re-wire his brain to tell himself that she's taken. She's gone.

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Things said-141(and some more characters)

If you watched Ja'mie the private school girl I love you!

Pt2 to this post

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

R/n and ghost have a friendship where they basically share 1 brain cell every time they're together, this time its no different. They call for a meeting where they share their recent topic, basically 141 is forced to agree with their 'beliefs'

R/n: we'll be there for each other, like if one of us *nudges at ghost* got depression and wanted to k!ll themselves..

Ghost: then we as part of the 141 slayers promise, (name reader gave the team) we'll kill ourselves

R/n: yeah

Gaz: I didn't know it was that extreme

R/n: yeah it is

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Soap: where the fuck is my Coke Zero?

R/n and Ghost stare in silence

Soap to König: did you drink it?

*soap closes fridge and walks away*

Soap: fuck my life

König *clueless*: I ate a bread this mornin' it was amazing (please imagine him in his funny excited accent)

R/n: you're unique König

Soap: don't touch my Coke Zero! *in his harsh Scott accent*

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Price, soap and r/n are having a meeting in private. Soap logged in to readers laptop and saw a folder with pictures of gaz. (Folders title was: "My pookie bear")

R/n: how did you even get in?

Soap: isn't your password, gazmylover69?

R/n: little bitch

Price: r/n *in a stern tone*

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Price found out that r/n was trying to sell König on eBay for 14£, and Ghost was the buyer.

Price: the two of you are just as bad as each other, I'm disgusted

Ghost: good

R/n: *under their breath* next time I'll sell you

König is sitting outside waiting for the mailman

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Roach is now in charge of teaching r/n how to drive, this is after they 'accidentally' ran soap over. (he called r/n a little brit that looked like King Charles left butt cheek)

Gaz, Ghost, and alejandro are in the backseat. Roach, passenger and r/n driver seat.

R/n: why isn't the car moving?

Roach: because the hand brake is still on

R/n: well take the hand brake off!!....

Roach: r/n-

R/n: I told you to take it off before I get in!!

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Soap was named "best soldier of the week" this includes a medal price custom made. R/n is pissed that he got it.

R/n: what I'm accusing you of is awarding the medal to a dumb fat Scott,

price: here we go again*under his breath*

r/n: when the most incredible soldier to ever grace this base, is being completely ignored

price: roll the tears *under his breath*

r/n: and treated like their the scum of the earth!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Rudy and r/n grew up together. But after he told them they weren't allowed to date anyone from 141 they got mad at him.

Rudy: no, its a final decision

r/n: just because Valeria ditched you for ale back in the day doesn't mean I can't get some

Rudy: you're just saying none sense

r/n: nonsense my ass

Rudy: no dating, no nothing

R/n: I wished I fucking drowned you as a child

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It's no secret that König is crushing on r/n. However the feelings aren't mutual, because reader adores Price. This happened today after sparring.

R/n and König are sat in some stairs, resting from todays training.

König and reader are sitting side by side, he leaned in to kiss their cheek, this was the reaction he got:

R/n: okay..okay..so that was weird...

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Soap is helping r/n, they've been feeling a little low today. He was sitting in bed with them. Reader has been under their blanket all day

R/n: pass me my book please

Soap tries to give them their book but teases reader in the process. Reader is trying to reach for it but soap is really enjoying himself.

R/n: give me it! I've got clinical depression you fucking idiot!

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I hope you all liked this one! and yes it was all inspired by that show. If you want a part to lmk! ?<3

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playbucky · 1 year

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Never Does.

You own a bar, that five regulars spend their time in. Turns out that seeing them that frequent allows feelings to be born. The bar being a hot spot on the weekends brings along its own trouble. Characters – Reader, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz. Word Count – 1.8k Warnings – physical and verbal abuse. If you need help in any situation, I have linked a website with helplines.

You groaned when the argument got louder, looking up you watched the two men step closer and the sacred woman take a step back. You also noticed the group of men at the bar straighten, you quickly got off your seat and crossed the room, not wanting them to join in. ‘Excuse me.’ You called, nobody reacted. ‘Excuse me.’ You called again, this time louder. ‘What bitch?’ He snapped as he turned to you, you straightened. ‘I was gonna ask you to quieten down but you can leave.’ You told him, you crossed your arms over your chest. ‘What?’ He asked. ‘Leave.’ You said. ‘I’m not leaving cause you’ve got a god complex.’ He said, you scoffed and shook your head. ‘Furthest thing from a god complex mate, now leave.’ You told him and jutted your chin towards the door. ‘I don’t want to.’ He said, you sighed and raised your hand. He tried to swat it away, but with the drinks in his system he missed and tumbled. You grabbed the back of his shirt and redirected him towards the door. ‘Get your hands off me.’ He shouted, he twisted back to you but you stepped back to avoid his swing. Two of the people in the bar had opened the door, knowing what was coming due to being regulars. You grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, he yelped at the pain. You ignored it and his whimpers as you guided him to the open door. You let go of his arm with a push, he stumbled out, he steadied himself and glared at you before his attention snapped to who you presumed was his girlfriend. ‘Come on.’ He demanded her, you looked at the woman. ‘She’s more than welcome to stay.’ You said, making eye contact with her. ‘Now.’ He commanded, she looked conflicted on what to do. ‘Do you want to stay or go with him?’ You asked her, you held eye contact with her. ‘Stay.’ She answered, you nodded. ‘Asshole.’ Her boyfriend swore. ‘Okay, that’s you banned.’ You said, arms crossed over your chest. ‘You can’t do that.’ He stated, you arched an eyebrow. ‘No?’ You asked, he nodded and placed his hands on his hips. ‘Shame that I own the bar so it’s up to me, come closer or swear again and I will call the police.’ You threatened him, he stared at you and huffed before he walked away.

‘Y/N.’ You introduced yourself to her, she cautiously set her purse on the bar counter. ‘Maisie.’ She replied. ‘Pleasure to meet you.’ You said with a smile, you quickly filled a glass up with water. ‘Here.’ You slid the glass over to her, she caught it. ‘I -,’ she stuttered. ‘It’s on the house.’ You told her. ‘What about mine sweetheart?’ The voice asked, you rolled your eyes and turned to one of the large men. ‘Johnny, you coulda jumped in at any minute.’ You said without looking up, Maisie watched as the mans smile spread across his lips. ‘Didn’t want to ruin your thunder.’ He commented, you arched an eyebrow and turned to him. ‘Yeah yeah.’ You dismissed him with a wave. ‘You got a ride home?’ You turned back to Maisie, she shook her head. ‘No.’ She replied. ‘You share it with him?’ You asked, you served a customer that walked up without talking to him. ‘Yeah.’ She said. ‘You got enough for a hotel? I don’t want to chance him taking his anger out on you.’ You said, she shook her head and played with the coaster. ‘I’m used to it.’ She said, you felt the anger bubble inside you, you glanced at the men who were listening. ‘I can help you.’ You offered her, she quickly shook her head. ‘I don’t need it.’ She said, your brows pinched together as you placed your hands on the counter and turned to her. ‘You shouldn’t be putting up with a guy that bullies and hits you, plus one that isn’t confident enough in your relationship.’ You told her, she lowered her head and you knew she wasn’t going to go against him. ‘The boys can give you a ride if you want?’ You suggested, she looked at them and her eyes widened. ‘Don’t be afraid by them.’ You quickly said, here wide eyes snapped to you. ‘Big guy with the mask?’ You whispered, loud enough that they could hear you, she nodded, ‘screams like a banshee when a spider dropped on him.’ You informed her, the corner of her lips twitched. ‘Soap here, well he’s a big teddy bear. Gives the best hugs.’ You told her, Soap smiled widely and raised his glass. ‘Gaz and Price are…’ You trailed off. ‘See we’re the best.’ Gaz said, he nudged Soaps shoulder with a smile. ‘Gaz cried at Toy Story.’ Ghost stated, everyone looked at him before they burst out laughing. Gaz dipped his head, almost is shame. ‘Price, well, he adopted all the three of them so he must be insane or have a big heart.’ You told her, she looked at the four men before she turned back to you. ‘And you?’ She quizzed, you tilted your head to the side. ‘I let them come into my bar, work with them and agreed to marry one.’ You explained, she arched an eyebrow. ‘It’s Price, you’re married to him.’ She said, you nodded. ‘I am,’ you replied, you gave her a smile, ‘you’ve got a good eye on you as well.’ ‘He hasn’t looked away from you since you came back around.’ Maisie pointed out, you chuckled and nodded as you looked at Price, the apples cheeks above his beard turned red. ‘Never does.’ You told her, Price stayed quiet and drank his whiskey. ‘If you don’t want to go back you can crash upstairs for the night, the boys can visit him in the morning and give him some words of encouragement?’ You turned back to her as you suggested an option. ‘Oh no.’ She dismissed it. ‘Think about it.’ You gave her a smile as you walked down the bar and served a customer, Gaz and Soap gave her a comforting smile.

‘Y/N?’ A quiet voice asked, you lifted your head and froze, Maisie was stood in front of you, a large black bruise circled her eye. ‘Fuck,’ you lifted the hatch and motioned for her to come in, ‘What did he do?’ You asked, quickly you scoped ice into a clean tea towel, you rolled it up before you handed it to her. ‘Nothing.’ She said, she winced when the cold touched the eye. ‘Maisie, I know it’s hard but please don’t protect him.’ You said, you could see a fading bruise, covered in makeup, that was on her jaw and you knew she got it the morning she went home ‘He’s a good guy.’ She told you, you titled your head. ‘He isn’t a good guy if he hits you.’ You said, her shoulders slumped before she started to cry, the tears fell freely. ‘I want to break up with him, but I moved in with him.’ She explained, you softly rested a hand on her shoulder. ‘Any friends or family?’ You asked. ‘Not in the city.’ She informed you, you pursed your lips before you clicked your tongue. ‘I don’t want to push you but the flat above is empty and mine, I can let you stay there.’ You told her, she sniffed and looked at you. ‘I don’t have a job, I couldn’t pay for it.’ She said, you waved your hand dismissing her worries. ‘Always need help around here, the patrons can cause a mess. Plus my main job causes me to leave for months some times.’ You told her, her brows furrowed as she thought about it. ‘I-,’ ‘Not forcing you,’ you held your hands out, ‘just giving you options, always good to have options.’ You said, she rubbed her lips together and you stepped back from her.

‘Maisie.’ His voice called out as the door shut behind him, ‘Look baby I’m sorry.’ He stepped closer, you looked at Maisie as she tensed up, you slid between him and the bar, blocking his view of her. ‘No.’ You told him. ‘No?’ He questioned and looked down to you. ‘I banned your remember for swearing and abusing a customer.’ You told him, his brows furrowed. ‘She’s my girl, I can do what I want to her.’ He said, you clenched your jaw and tried to take a deep breath. ‘Y/N?’ Ghost called, you shook your head to answer his silent question. ‘Come on sweet cheeks, move so I can talk to my girl.’ He said, his hand touched your arm in order to move you. You snapped, you grabbed a hold of the arm that he had stretched out, before you twisted him, his face landed on the counter. Everyone in the bar turned to watch the commotion. He grunted as you pulled his arm further around his back. ‘I want you to listen to me.’ You stepped closer, so he could see you through his eye that wasn’t forced into the counter. ‘Maisie is my employee, you have a problem with her you wait until she’s off work, but since she’s also my tenant, your not allowed in this building, since I banned you two weeks ago.’ You reminded him, he tried to free himself but you pushed harder. ‘Do you understand?’ You asked, he grunted out a yes. You glanced to Maisie who had a mixture of happiness and fear appear on her face, she had moved to stand near Price and Laswell who had appeared just over twenty minutes ago. You let go of his arm and he pushed up, he glared at you as he fixed his top. ‘Bitch, I’m gonna call the police.’ He threatened. ‘Go ahead,’ you encouraged him, ‘I’ll be waiting for them.’ You said, he glared and stepped forward but everyone moved in the bar, suddenly he felt very small as they all watched him. ‘You got some cult here?’ He growled, you arched an eyebrow. ‘No sir, just an army bar.’ You informed him, his eyes widened, ‘and when a Captain is getting threatened, the team takes it seriously.’ You held eye contact with him, satisfied when his throated bobbed. ‘Maisie, myself and my team will be around to get her stuff in two days.’ You told him, he glanced back to Maisie before his eyes snapped back to you, ‘I suggest you aren’t there.’ ‘Whatever bitch.’ He grumbled, you sent him a wink as he walked away. ‘Thank you.’ She said, you shook your head. ‘No need, just helping.’ ‘Is the job and place still available?’ Maisie asked, you smiled widely and nodded. ‘Always.’ You replied, she nodded and you saw a smile appear.

#captain price #captain price x reader #reader x captain price #john price x reader #reader x john price #john price #cod mw #COD MW2 #COD: MW2 #ghost #soap #gaz #call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty mwii

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vamqyr3 · 1 year

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u think u could do some smut with gaz?? there’s just not enough of it, literally anything i imagine him to be quite soft and loving icl

↳ KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // PIG OUT. ୨୧

CW// BREEDING, RESTRAINING, DIRTY TALK, MENTIONS OF CAGES, DRY HUMPING, ONSIES, CRIB MENTION, FEM!READER, ECT.

NOTES// awe that so cute! Anyways, Pervert!Gaz treating you like breeding livestock.

There’s a distinct clink of metallic plastic on plastic. The links of handcuffs scrape into each other. The sound is ever constant, mocking the waves of his hips. Your nose deep into a pillow, damn near suffocating with two fingers wedged thick behind an elastic collar. Maybe this is his way of mercy, humping you senseless till inhibition melts away into slack. He’s billowing out hot smoke, towering over you strong and tall. Snapping you in half and demanding obedience with his left hand, other to your neck. He had been mad, carefully angry with you. Quick to listen to you beg to leave the spreader bar in its place over in the corner. How you would do well, speak kindly and make do.

There’s sharp jabs of pleasure here and there, mixing in with the frivolous heat induced friction of his waistband. It tickles, Gaz is lovingly gliding over the base of your spine. Trickling down between your waist and rigid back. A contrasting reminder to keep still and shut up. This is for him, your death, his gain.

Lined fingertips leave you a while to pull down the rest of his pant. The best of it coming down with his previous grinding. Had you been upright maybe he would’ve made you bite it off, dragged you by a knot in your hair and wrangled you still.

Fatty slaps replace metallic clicks, a soft connect between his dick and your upper half. His entrance comes without delay, it makes the cuffs spring off your back and wiggle around your wrists. Makes your spine curve to meet his weight and fabric stick to your lips with a sharp intake. His pride bites at his gummy lip, beating down approving noises. He scratches at your bloated cirvex with intention. Maybe he should’ve attached you to the crib he set up, fucked you there and left you to bake. Stuffed a blue onesie in your mouth to really shut you up, drive it home.

“Give me,” there’s a strained pause in his throat, “a son, bitch,”

Drool begins to pool in the slack of your mouth, first coaxing the collar then the sheets. His fingers tug at it, bring you back father with no breathing room. Not that you dared to move, lest he bring out harsher forms of punishment.

“I bet you’d look just as pretty round with a kid, honey,” he’s bullying your insides, voice tinted with sweet high honey. “Are you excited? Yeah, huh? Fuck, I bet you’d be just as sensitive,” your mind coasts to the thought of it. Mixing in with the pounding white noise of his hands clapping on your ass and the crude sharp hits jutting into your spine. It’s buttering down your thighs, oiling them wide and taunt, bulky lips bloating with pleasure.

He falls into a delicious rhythm, pressing you to warm the mattress and choking your wrists. Slowly, Gaz begins to swell up.

“Shit, I should keep you here, come back and make sure your nice and fucked,” he stabs your insides, mixing it to mush. “Would you like that baby? Huh? If I propped you up and fucked you like an animal?” You have half a mind to respond between wheezes and coughs. But you would. You would love for him to plug you wide with meaty fingers, stuff hot salty cum back between you and swallow what dared to escape. Lick the wet spots and worship every splatter. And with every sweet graze of his hipbone, red angry mark on your skin. Every pulse, squeeze and vibration, you wanted nothing more.

Gaz begins to bubble over, hand falling from your choker to waist. The slams sound even wetter, thick puff dribbles of gloss glissade down his thighs and mix into his happy trial. His twitching becomes sporadic, toppling over to steady himself onto you. Dumping heavy, brined loads of musty cum all throughout. A few crackled moans follow, and slowly his breathing shallows, steady. You roll on your side, assuming him to be spent.

Open mouthed and crusted with spit and salt, he grabs at you again by the thigh, steadying movement.

“Weren’t not done,”

#pervert!gaz #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x you #gaz mw2 #gaz cod #gaz x reader #gaz modern warfare #cod modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

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anothercrisis · 1 year

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it was way too long without Nikolai thoughts so come with me to this journe- /coughs/

Food.

I, for fucking sure, know that Nik hates most of his national food. Its just not that good to him. There are some good dishes that he will make in the middle in the end if he curves it. Like Oliv'ye. Its a salad made with potatoes, carrots, any type of meat (or not, I've seen it without meat), eggs, canned peas, mayonnaise and toppings (onions, pickles or cucumbers, ive heard of people adding corn but i strongly believe its a sin). Basically you boil everything, chop it up, add salt, mayo and its done! Easy and tasty.

I'm ready to swear on my mask and glasses, Price almost killed him when it happened the first time. Like imagine waking up to noise in your kitchen and your lover is gone and you hear a loud bang and “Syka! (Bitch but usually used as fuck)” from said kitchen. He was this close 🤏 to strangling Nik but was lucky to be spared. Turned out he grabbed hot pot with my brothers vegetables and spilled some boiling water on himself.

I heavily headcanon that you can- /coughs a little/ you can give Nikolai products and a recipe and it'll be done almost always perfectly.

About Price... well... beans on toast. Thats it. That's all you will be getting. Even if his life would depend on it he won't, never fucking ever, make anything. Not trusted even by Soap to cook anything. Gaz once tried his cooking and got food poisoning and a visit to the hospital. Ow.

I think you are absolutely right. Nik is definitely the one between him and Price who knows how to cook.

And I wonder if it’s because, like with languages, Nik just had to learn the skill to ensure his own survival and to enrich himself since no one else had the time or cared enough about him to teach him.

I feel like when he had free time on his hands, once life obligations like school and work were aside, that he would like to spend it doing something worthwhile, like reading or eating. And maybe it’s like a ritual of his. I’ve heard someone say before (in my own words) that they like to put energy into their cooking because it translates into energy for their body and mind. So I wonder if Nik does the same. If he intentionally takes the time to cook whenever he can to get that settling feeling of care and comfort.

And Price. At the end of the day, he is still a white man and who will only season his food with salt and pepper on most occasions. He doesn’t have the time with all of his duties to adopt a cooking ritual like Nik has, and we all know he wouldn’t be any good at it anyway.

So yeah, when Nik joins the 141 and when Price welcomes him into his little family, Nik takes to cooking for all of them whenever he can. It’s a love language as much as any other.

After a long mission where the team is barely standing, after Nik has brought them all safely back to base, after they’ve all been to medical, they will all gather around the common areas and sit together in comfortable silence while they wait for Nik to cook them something warm and comforting and hearty.

The entire team counts on Nik as much as they do Price. The two of them are the foundation the team stands on and there’s no telling what they would be without them.

#to absolutely no one's surprise #this got wildly out of hand #but I do have to say #I absolutely love that I’ve become the place for everyone to drop their nikolai and price thoughts #they get sent to me and I deliver them to all the prikolai fans that hang around my page #and it’s a duty I’m more than happy to fulfill #keeping this ship afloat is a community effort and I wouldn’t have any other way #prikolai agenda #prikolai headcanons #prikolai #price x nikolai #captain john price #john price #cod nikolai #call of duty #modern warfare #cod mwii #it’s the crisis talking #askbox

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wierdaesthetic · 6 months

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How I think cod men smell like naturally their body. (hate dni)

so I have this thing called synesthics with basically causes my brain to use more than one sence when triggered for example I can smell pictures, I know it sounds weird but when ever I look at pic of smth or someone my brain makes up what it/they would smell like. (And to my suprice its pretty accurate)

1. ghost

I am 100% he wears Axe body spray in the purple blue scent, and not because its named Marine (haha). Yeah so his notes are axe spray, hormones(the sweet pinappley ones, not the gross just hit puberty boy type) and I think rust for some reason like he was in a mechanical work space. 2. Konig

Now this bitch confuses me as shit. I think he smells like medical equiment but at the same time I think he smells like nothing, netrual. I dont know he has a minty tone tho. So he probs just has amazing heigyne and doesn't over fragrance himself.

3. Price He smells like tobacco Malboro, I bet my ass on that. But I would know cause I smoke more than him (he is 40+ I am beraly 20). But he also smell alchooly BUT BEFORE YOU SAY I AM STEREOTYPING!! I mean like fragrance type alchool, most notably after shave type of scent. Like spicy cinamon but in a more masculine way. 4. Soap

Before yall hoes come for me, sHe pRobS gOinG tO sAy He SmElLs LikE SoAp, NO BITCH. Like I said I aint stereotyping shit today. HE SMELLS LIKE A PHEREMONENAL SLUT not because he is my favourite but because he always sweaty in the game. But I dont think his sweat smells bad honestly, first of all let me let yall in a little secret ... if you exersice, eat heathly and let out sweat (you know ;) ;)) YOUR SWEAT DOESN'T SMELL!! In the best case senario it is even plesant. At the bear minimum he smells like a basic cologe that his ex or ghost bought him for his bday.

5. Gaz

Let me tell you hoes something. BLACK MEN KNOW HOW TO NOTE AND COMPLIMENT THEIR SCENT!! Did you read that or do I need to repeat it. He smells like vanilla, cocunut, sol de janero REALNESS. He has scented moisteraiser every where in his car, in bag, on a keychain, in his mulitary bag EVERYWHERE, I bet you he has one between his cheeks so he can use it mids war. (I AM DYING) 6. Alejandro

Now hear me when I say, I know he smells feminine. Which is not bad at all but I feel like his stuff is florally scented or fruit or something like that, but at the same time I fear he smells like my boy bff cause they have so similar vibes (I HOPE NOT). But also he smell of tattoo shop YEAH THATS IT. He smells exactly like green disinfectant soap with rose peals infusion, exactly that and if you dont know what I am talking about just imagine dentist office smell + roses.

7. Alex Keller

Oh I know he smells good, naturally and when it comes to fragrance. I just feel it in my bones. He smells like oils, honey and anything in that area. I just know he drenches himself in jojoba oil and l know he loves dior. Like thats it, he is an expencive smelling man.

8. Rudy

I mean, he confuses me. I think he is mixure of hormones (again not the disguasting) and expencive parfum. I think he smells "manly", it sounds weird I know. I KNOW! He smells like salty caramel but the sticky type that you can also eat as a chewing gum, if you are from europe you especially from the slavic or balkan area you know exactly what I am talking about.

9. Nikto

To me he smells like home and I bet my ass on that if he was real I would say that as soon as I would met him but I bet most of yall have no idea what I am talking about unless you are slavic. Well he smells like beer but not the alchooly type but the softer type also he smells like grass, nature and wood. Also he smells like tobacco NOT SMOKE but the plant.

10. Keegan

MINT. MINT. MINT. I know this man smells like a colgate ad, I can feel it. He smells exactly how water tastes after you brush your teeth. He smells also like rain but thats a small note, mostly MINT and fresh. If you are afab or use ph balance wash HE SMELLS LIKE THAT.

(no I wont do philip FUCK HIM, unless yall really want it)

Just a bit of my delulu for anyone that caress I CAN SMELL KONIG RIGHT NOW WTF, AS IF HE IS IN FRONT OF ME. It so weird help.

#cod men #call of duty #simp posting #konig #ghost #vent

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saltcove · 1 year

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pairing: prussia/hungary | @doomspiral theme: politica & lust

julia isn’t sure why they invited her; the summit is a sanitised version of war, an illusionary jerk-off circle for those with influence to flaunt their celebrity. she doesn’t qualify anymore—east germany has no designated spot at the table, ludwig made sure of that. he’s sat by her, hands pressed, mouth thinned as arthur goes through meeting points.

the hague is cold, saddled with sleet and mismatched cobble. julia is designed for fits of snow, torrential winter that renders life inhospitable. not this, this is child’s play. she spins a pen along her knuckles, chin tucked and disinterest weighing down her lids.

she scans the room. alfred’s bitter pout—wanted to lead this, did you?—the marble of basch’s face. the swiss has an uncanny way of being unpresent and present. focused and unfocused. the summit drags its feet; arthur clearly missed being the world’s most insufferable three-piece.

when they adjourn, julia shoots from her seat.

she grabs a pint of beer off the drink stand without slowing down. with a heineken in hand and a pack waiting to be smoked in the other, she makes her way out onto the terrace.

bouncing the camels close to her mouth, she snags one with her lips.

a lighter clicks open next to her face.

“a lady shouldn’t light her own, don’t you think?” textured baritone, thick and scraping. julia’s eyes flick to gaz, cigarette hissing. he’s in a suit and tie, like the rest of them, blazer folded over his arm, the sleeves of his shirt rolled to the elbow.

julia takes her first drag, exhaling smoke into his face.

gaz’s smile doesn’t wane.

her own leer takes form. “a cock doesn’t make a man, gaz.”

“not unless you know how to use it,” gaz moves closer, brushes his nose into loose hair. “and you would know, yeah?”

“would i?” julia hums. she brings the beer to her mouth. it was piss-tasting; the dutch were too proud of their watered down alcohol. “you give yourself too much credit, bitch boy.”

“bitch boy? you’re in a mood today.” gaz chuckles, clipping closed the lighter before bringing his hand to her throat. he wraps his fingers around the highs and lows, speaks into her cheek. julia lets him. “i thought you’d be happy to sit at the big boy’s table.”

“i thought you’d be happy to join in,” julia counters. “you were a meek little thing back there. afraid the british bulldog might piss on your leg?”

“i have no interest in their politics, szerelmem,” he swelters, “do you?”

their politics, because gaz didn’t consider either of them western. as german as julia is, prussia was never just german. prussia was cocaine-kiss and honorary-balkan, was more in russia’s lap than france’s. her heart catches, breath loose with it. a declaration, possessive.

“no,” she grabs onto the wrist hanging off her throat. “i’m more interested in my politics.”

“yours,” his voice is confession and question, both.

she lines her nose with his.

“mine.”

#aph prussia #hws hungary #nyo prussia #pruhun #nyo pruhun #aph hungary #hetalia #aph hetalia #nyo hetalia #writing #mine #politics

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iblameashley · 11 months

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Switching it up now. Some Ghost / 141 x Civilian.

Still gay AF though

SFW, I suppose.

Civilian | Male | Gay

Its not very funny. Im not very funny. I just thought it was cute.

(AU | Private Investigators)

Alex got hired at the 141 PI office six months ago. He basically acted as the secretary; answering calls and emails, filing reports, booking appointments and generally keeping the place up in running. He had quickly learned that coffee was a sin against nature at the office, and learned to make a mean Tea if necessary.

Laswell and Price ran the place, and were pretty chill overall. Under them was a man that went by 'Ghost' who spoke all of 6 words a day. People avoided him like the plague, when possible. Then there was Soap, Gaz below him. Finally Alejandro, Rodolfo, Nikolai, Farrah and Alex below them.

Unbeknownst to both Alex and Ghost... was the whole office was watching Ghost fail miserably at flirting, and enjoying every second of it. They had an internal group email to gossip about it.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell Ghost just came in to ask who the 'short little twat' at the desk was. Apparently Alex wouldnt let him in until he swiped his badge. Man is PISSED. I told him that 'twat' was doing his job. He left bitching about needing badges being a waste of time. Sent Alex a message, telling him good job.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Ghost told told Alex to "fuck off back to where-ever-the-fuck he flew in from" because Alex told him his report was incomplete and refused to file it. Ghost told him to 'do his job' and bring him a tea to the boardroom. Alex brought him a mug with cold water and tea leaves floating in it. He just said 'enjoy' and walked out. I fear for Alex's life.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap Ghost has been staring at Alex like... all day. He has barely moved from the doorway between the office and lobby. I asked him if everything was OK and he just told me to fuck off. I am currently fucking off far away from him.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz Guys, you will never believe this. I just saw Ghost in the lounge area on his laptop. You'll never guess what he was googling...

(Attachment)

From: Price Does that say 'How do you know if you're gay?'

From: Soap Poor bastard is the last one to know he's gay. Sad.

From: Laswell He has to come out on his own time, Soap!

From: Gaz Yeah, Soap. Stop being a dick.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap So remember a couple days ago when Alex said he thought he was being followed home? So we set up a cab to take him home for now?

From: Price Yes. Is he ok? Did something happen.

From: Soap Ghost bought him a taser. The lad is absolutely bewildered right now. He just handed him a taser and said "for safety"

From: Laswell Thats... kinda sweet? Dangerous, but sweet? Yes?

From: Gaz What, couldnt offer to walk Alex home personally?

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Ghost may have just given Alex a heart attack. He for sure gave him a concussion. Long story short: Alex was setting up some equipment for me. Ghost sneaked up on him and offered to help. It scared Alex so bad he bashed his head off the desk. Bleeding pretty bad. Ambulance is on its way.

From: Soap So THATS why he's moping around the lounge! Is Alex going to be OK?

From: Laswell With some counselling... we can only hope.

From: Price I spoke to Ghost about making his presence known more clearly in the future. He grunted and refused to make eye contact.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz Why is it always me who see's this shit?

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From: Soap Is he Googling 'how to tell someone you like them?'

From: Gaz LMAO. The first result was "tell them"

From: Gaz The laptop has been destroy. He threw it and yelled 'Tha's fuckin' shite' and stormed off. He came back to tell me to fuck off. Charming man.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell I think he's about to do it!

(Laswell shared a link) (Real-time Video of lobby)

From: Nikolai He's... just standing there. In front of the desk. Menacingly.

From: Alejandro This is a big step for him. Give him a moment.

From: Soap Alex looks terrified. Also... the swelling on his head has gone done.

From: Gaz He probably thinks he's having a stroke right now.

From: Laswell Fucking coward! He just said 'Tea?' and walked away.

From: Soap Alex looks so confused. 'does he want a tea? was he asking if I wanted a tea?' Poor lad.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Laswell, we may need to contact a lawyer. Ghost literally just tossed a full-grown man out of the lobby. Mind you, he was harassing Alex something fierce, but still... I can see a lawsuit coming our way.

From: Farrah Yes, Ghost! Defend Alex's honour!

From: Soap Knight in shining armour.

From: Gaz Emo-Skeletor to the rescue.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Alejandro Its happening! Finally! Its been weeks!!! Ghost has been waiting at the front door for an hour. Alex asked what he was waiting for and Ghost said he's going to walk him home. Too many incidents lately or some shite. Alex said he didnt have to. Ghost refuses to take no for an answer.

From: Soap Mah MAAAAAAAAAAN. FINALLY.

From: Price Ghost; don't fuck it up.

From: Gaz Y ou watch RuPaul?

From: Price Who?

From: Gaz nvm

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz I asked Alex about the walk home. ~Super~ awkward, apparently. Ghost wouldnt stop staring at him. Said almost nothing. Gave him a shoulder punch before he left. lmao, man has no game. Alex has no idea what is happening.

From: Price Understandable.

From: Farrah Should we tell Alex?

From: Soap Nah. It would ruin our fun.

From: Alejandro But it might clear the air between them! Alex has no idea what the fuck is going on.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap Any anime fans here?

From: Price No

From: Farrah Nope

From: Alejandro No

From: Gaz Obviously.

From: Soap Ghost has Alex against a wall enemies-to-lover-confession style.

From: Soap LMAO. He told Alex he pisses him off because he makes him think 'gay things' and 'he never had those thoughts before' He is so close to making the connection.

From: Soap Alex said 'my condolences' and slid away.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell So, Ghost was sent home today. He refused to go to the hospital.

From: Soap WTF happened?

From: Price Ghost got a little too close to Alex again, so Alex tazed him. Tazed him until he dropped to the floor. In his defense, Ghost was looming over him.

From: Gaz LMFAO. Ah, romance.

From: Laswell Alex is not going to press charges. Ghost really... cant. These chat logs alone are evidence against him.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price It only took 4 days, but Ghost finally apologized to Alex for scaring him. Again. Alex accepted his apology.

From: Price Apparently it only took being tazed for Ghost to act normal. He has officially asked Alex out on a date. Well... specifically he said 'I want to go to dinner with you. Do you accept?' and Alex nodded.

From: Price Tomorrow night, 7pm!

From: Gaz YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS

From: Soap !!!!!!!!!

From: Farrah Nice. Bets on how long it takes to fuck it up?

From: Gaz At the door

From: Laswell Give him a chance, guys. He's doing his best as a closet gay disaster.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz The date was a week ago. Any one got any updates? Alex has said nothing about it.

From: Price Nothing

From: Laswell No word

From: Farrah We need an update!

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap (Attachment)

From: Soap He took his face mask off!!!

From: Soap (Attachment)

From: Soap: He KIsesd Alex@!)

From: Laswell [saves photo] lol. Keeping this moment.

From: Gaz HE DID IT!

From: Farrah Guys. I think he knows we know.

From: Soap Well, you did clap when he walked in and said 'took you long enough'

From: Price Is that why he's paralyzed with fear? In the lounge?

From: Gaz He's blue-screened on us.

From: Alejandro Maybe we can reboot him with a better personality?

From: Price Stop! Let him be happy... or whatever hes feeling.

From: Soap Hes gonna be feeling up Alex later tonight. ;)

#lgbtq #gay #writing #cod #cod mw2 #mw ii #ghost call of duty #soap call of duty #price cod #laswell mw2 #alejandro cod #ghost x reader

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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FOR YOUR FUCKING INFORMATION

WARNINGS: nosey bitches, talking about sex, apologizes, König being a good boyfriend

The day had been good. Everything was calm and there were no problems in sight. Hanging out in the rec room, it wasn’t until Soap asked, “Hey Y/n, why has Konig been giving you piggyback rides from place to place and doing a lot for you today?”

“Um.”

“Yeah, I’m curious too.” Gaz chips in.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Tell us, please.”

As the day went on, the two of them followed me and König around the whole day. I could tell it was making König anxious, and I knew he was feeling bad because he had inadvertently put me into this situation. Everything came ahead at dinner in the cantina.

“Are you going to cave soon? I want to know.” Soap asked.

“Know what?” Price asks, curious what Soap’s talkings about.

“Nothing.” I say, hoping not to get the rest of the task force in on wanting to know this apparently very dire to know secret.

“König has been giving him piggyback rides from place to place and doing a lot for them today and he won’t tell us why.” Gaz says.

“I don’t see that as strange, all things considered.” Price says in response.

“All things considered what?” Soap chips back in. Tired of everything. I slam my fist on the table and say.

“FOR YOUR FUCKING IMFORMATION IM DATING KÖNIG AND I GOT MY FUCKING BACK BLOWN OUT LAST NIGHT. IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING BUT NOW I’M TO FUCKING SORE TO WALK.” Everything went quiet and I mean everything. Shock written on everyone’s face. Soap and Gaz were just too shocked to speak.

“THERE, ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THE FUCKING ANSWER.” I say, wanting to get a response from them.

“Going to take that as a yes.” As I go to stand up, König leaps up and helps me by picking up bridal style. We walk out of the room, leaving the shocked cantina behind. It wasn’t until we get to König’s room that he let out any of his remorse.

“I’m sorry for everything.” He mumbles.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. You were doing everything you could to help me and I appreciate it. Being this sore is worth the amount of fun we had. I don’t regret any moment of it. What I do regret is for making a scene and outing us to everyone. I know you wanted to keep our relationship on the down low and I kinda went and fucked that.”

“I can forgive you. It’s just I feel bad that all this happened.”

“It’s not our fault, König. If anything, it is Soap’s and Gaz’s fault for not letting it go.”

“You’re right.”

**TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT DAY**

I was definitely not as sore as I was yesterday and I could walk, but my balance was off, which made me need König’s help every once in a while. I was in my room filling out some paperwork when I heard a knock on the door, thinking it was König. I say come in. I look up from my paperwork only to see its Gaz and Soap.

“What do you guys want?”

“We just want to say we are sorry about yesterday and that we should have minded our own business and left it alone.” Gaz says.

“Hm.”

“Also, I want to say we will never do that ever again.” Soap chimes in Gaz agreeing with him.

“You’re forgiven, but if this ever happens again I’m gonna ring your guys necks, understood?”

“understood.” They say in unison.

“Good. Now, if you would mind getting out so I can finish my paperwork, that would be amazing.” They both tell me goodbye before leaving. I sigh to myself and think at least they apologized.

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Redeemed (Supernatural)

Redeemed Circuit 1/4

Y/N was previously tortured by Dean while he had the mark of cain. They thought she was a demon that worked for Abbadon. Turns out, she was just a human with an allergy to oil. A year later, Y/N was actually a prophet and the Winchester need her to find a way to trap Michael from the other world

Characters: Dean Winchester x POC!reader, Sam x reader, Castiel x reader

"Please, I'm telling you that truth!" Y/N begs as Dean scraped his ugly blade against her clavicle. Sharp stings littering her body and extends to every cut that he made. They speak of Abbadon and demons. At first she called them psychos and high off their asses if they wanted her to believe that demons were real. It wasn't until she saw Dean's eyes flicker black that fear struck her silent.

These cuts and oil burning have been going on for days, and at this point, she wanted to beg for death. "You're going to tell me where Abbadon is," "I don't know where or who Abbadon is, I swear."

Her throat scratches against itself of soreness from her long screams. She was barely able to keep her eyes opened. He grabs her face and pulls her inches away from his.

"You disgust me," he insults before leaving the room. She winced as he slams the door shut and tears pricked her eyes for the hundredth time. The door creaks up but she doesn't bother lifting her head.

Footsteps near her and hand touches her arm. She pulls away from his rough, calloused hands. "Wait a minute, these are- Dean!" "No, please, don't bring him back here." She pleads. "It's alright, honey, I'm so sorry I didn't catch this sooner."

"I'm starting to think she doesn't know anything, we should just kill her." Dean says, making her whimper lightly. "No, look. She's breaking out into hives. She's have an allergic reaction, she's not a demon." Sam says.

She looked up at Sam through swollen eyes as he pulls her wrists and ankles from their restraints. "I'll get the first aid kit," Dean says before leaving the room again. "I am so sorry." "No, let me.. leave me at the hospital." "At the severity of your wounds, you won't make it to the hospital," Sam explains. "I'll take my chances,"

"Listen, I'll.. how about I help you. He doesn't have to touch you." She shakes her head and pushes him away. "Take me to the hospital or let me die." That was the last thing she said before blacking out completely.

A constant beep of a monitor is the only thing she hears. Her eyes slowly peel open to see her brother, Y/B/N holding his face in his hands. He must of heard her sit up because his head shot up and met her eyes with his red, puffy ones. "Y/N? Oh my God," he stands from his chair and takes one of her hands into his.

"We've been looking for you everywhere. And everyone thought that you were.. I'm just glad you're okay." He wipes away his tears with the cuff of his sleeve. No words came to mind to say.

Ironic, really because her mind is blank but her body has plenty to say. Between the stitches, the IV and Dean's punches, getting ran over sounds like a dream right now.

Sam and Dean were tired of standing around waiting to find out when Castiel will find the new prophet that was called forth. They just came back from a hunt and settled down after taking their showers.

They need the prophet to translate the angel tablet they found in the other world.The world where Mary and Jack resided. Hopefully it will help defeat Michael who is definitely coming over here into this world. Castiel just came back from Heaven in search of the next prophet, and what do you know, it's Y/N.

Castiel sets the file down on the table in front of the Winchesters and they opened to see Y/N's picture. "Oh you've got to be kidding me," Dean says, running a hand over his face. "Wait, you know her?" "Yeah, she hates us." Sam says. "It doesn't matter, she has a duty as a prophet to provide what the Lord set out,"

"Believe me, she would rather jump off a bridge than help us." "I'll bring her here," "No!" Sam says, making Cas stop his movements. "Let me just. I'll pick her up. Just tell me where she is." "The last I sensed her, she was in Boise, Idaho," "Do you need any help?" "She won't go if you're there, Dean."

"I know, I just.." Dean trails off and his gazs falls to the floor. "Nevermind," he adds before walking off. "What happened between them?" Cas asks. Sam shakes his head and says, "You don't want to know,".

Sam packs a go bag and takes the Impala to get Y/N. He drives around bars and shops and finally found me walking out of the grocery store with brown, paper bags in my hand.

"Y/N," Sam says as he approaches her. She pulls her head out from under the car. When she sees Sam, her eyes widen and she pulls out her gun. She aims it at him and takes off the safety. "Whoa, whoa! I-I'm not here to hurt. I just need your help." She slightly lower her gun and look to the Impala for Dean.

"He's not here," he says and she puts the safety on before tucking it under her belt. "You okay?" Sam asks. She raised her index finger before reaching back into the car for a writing pad.

"Help for what?" She writes and showed him. "Did something happen to your voice?" "I made a vow," she writes. "Because of Dean?" he asks.

She didn't say anything but she pulls the writing pad closer to her chest. "Listen, there is something coming. Something bigger than all of us, an archangel. And he's coming here to lay waste to our world. We may have something to stop it but we can't read it without a prophet.

"I know. I've been having visions." She writes. He nods and she looks at him for a moment. Almost as if he read her mind, he says, "I will make sure that he leaves you alone." "He's your brother,"

"What we did was wrong, but this isn't about us. It's about the world." "I know," "So you'll help us?" She nods before writing, "I need to get my computer first,"

It's been weeks since she went to the bunker for the first time. Seeing Dean for the first time in years sent chills down her body. Everything that happened, everything that he did to her was still fresh in her mind.

She has nightmares every night and wake up. It took her months to make sure she didn't scream herself awake.

"I don't know, Dean." "Oh come on, I'm not going to do anything," Dean says. They think she plays music while have earphones on when she is translating the tablet on her computer. Well sometimes, she does.

Other times she just put it on to listen in their conversations. "You know how she acts when you even look at her too long," "We have to learn to work together, especially with Michael coming here,"

"What do you think she's doing? She didn't have to help us. She could have said screw you and left us to die. But she's pushing past things," "Sam, you're just going for a milk run. It's not that big of a deal. She'll be fine." Dean says.

The sound of the door opening and closing echoes through out the bunker. She hears Dean walks behind her and she could feel the hairs on her neck stand up.

"I know you can't hear me but, I have to say it. Words can't even begin to express how much guilt I have weighing on my chest. It's so heavy that I can't even breathe. I--" she stands up from the table and take off my earphones.

She locks eyes with him for the first time she got there. She shake her head and closed her computer before rushing into her room to lock the door behind her.

Why the hell do I feel bad for him? He's the one that made my life hell! He doesn't deserve my forgivness. She thinks to herself. She collapses on the bed and sigh when she heard her phone chiming.

She reaches over the bed and into the nightstand to look at who was it was. She clicked on her Y/B/N contact and opened a new message from him.

It was a man with glowing blue eyes mainly in the frame but in the very left top corner, she saw her brother beaten to a bloody pulp. The background seemed oddly familiar Fear shudders through her body and she could feel it starting to freeze over.

"DEAN!" She yells. That was the first time she spoke in two years. Heavy footsteps run towards her room and before she could stand to open the door, he kicks the door in.

She showed him the phone and his jaw clenches. "He has my brother," "He's already here. Did you find anything important on the tablet?" "Yeah, I'm practically finished. There's a scepter like weapon with angel grace in it. That's the only thing that kill him."

"Do you have no idea where it is?" "Not me, but your angel friend can," "Alright, pack a go bag and meet me in the garage in 10," She nods and pull open the drawers when Dean says, "And Y/N?"

"Yeah?" "We'll get him back." She doesn't say anything and continued to pack. They packed clothes and weapons before texting Sam her address to meet.

Within a couple hours, they arrived at her house and there was an eerie vibe about it. Dean wanted her to wait in the car until Sam got there but she couldn't wait while that son of a bitch was hurting her brother.

She ran inside and Dean followed her into went to the house. Blood was smeared all over the walls and windows. The house stenched of metal and rotting flesh. She found my brother with his skull cracked open in the kitchen.

She heart was barely able to take seeing him like that but when she saw her niece with bruises littering her neck, she lost it.

That son of a bitch strangled her to death. She must have been so scared. Y/N cradled her cold, limp body in her arms and smooth out her soft, curly hair. "I'm so sorry, honey." She stand up but her eyes don't leave the corpse. "I need a minute," "Whatever you need," he says before leaving the room.

Anger boils her blood and yells erupted from her chest. She rushed out of the room and kicked the couch forwards. She grabbed the lamp and throw it against the wall.

She picked up the nightstand and slamed it on the ground with a satisfying crack. She kicked the nightstand and into the corner and standing in front of the family portrait.

Her fist finds its way through the picture and she just kept punching and punching. She didn't care if the glass was piercing through the flesh of my hands.

Sam finally arrives at Y/N's house with Cas. "I'll check around the perimeter of the house," Cas says. Sam nods and asks, "Where's Y/N?" Right on cue, she yells out in anger.

"Y/N," Sam tries to walk into the house but Dean holds him back. "Give her a minute. She found the bodies of her brother and niece," Dean explains. Sam sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair. "It's our fault," Sam says.

"I know. They would still be alive if she didn't help us," Dean says. "She's already been through enough," "He's gone. There's no trace of Michael." Cas says to them as he walks up the steps. "Damn it," Dean says.

Y/N is huddled in the corner with her bleeding hands. "Alright, Y/N, enough of this. There's only one thing left to do now." She stands up and walks out of the house. Their eyes fall to her hands and she noticed. "It's alright, don't worry about it." "We should at least cover it so it doesn't get infected." "I need to get this cleaned up," she says, motioning to the house.

"You don't have to do this alone, Y/N." "I'm used to it," she says, walking passed them and opening the garage. She pulls out a shovel and Sam gets in the way. "Y/N, please. Let us help," he explains.

"I know you feel guilty, but it's best if you leave. I'm not angry at you, I'm just tired of the people around me getting hurt." She looked from Sam to Dean and Dean steps closer to her.

"Well you're stuck with us. And we're all in." "Once I'm done here, I'm making sure Michael's head is on a pike. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Like I said, all in." Dean says. "Then start digging a pit at least a foot deep. We have to burn everything in that house." She says, handing them both a shovel.

"You've done this before?" Sam asks. "My brother did, and he told me in case something happened to him.." she trails off. "I'll get your hands cleaned up," Cas says, motioning to her hands. "Fine,"

#poc!reader #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural

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snappedsky · 3 years

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Fanatics 81.2

The battle is just beginning.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Reawakening Part 2

“Those stupid, fucking, zombie…fucks!” Johnny barks as he paces angrily around the living room. “I’m gonna hunt them down and crush them beneath my boots!”

“Nny,” Eff says, resting his hand on Johnny’s shoulder. He immediately removes it when Johnny snarls at him. “You know I love it when you’re scary and violent. But right now, you’ve got something more important to worry about.”

He motions into the kitchen where Squee is sitting at the table, Devi and Tenna next to him.

“Right,” Nny sighs.

“Leave the zombie fucks to us,” Reverend Meat says reassuringly.

“Yeah, I’m itching to smash them all to a pulp,” D-boy adds as the Night Terrors go outside and Nny goes into the kitchen. He rests his hand on Squee’s back, rubbing it comfortingly.

“How long has it been bothering you?” Devi asks.

“I don’t know, a week?” Squee replies, “at first it was easy enough to deal with. It was just Squishy Pete and the Night Terrors usually got rid of him fast enough.”

“Squishy Pete?” Tenna questions.

“But now it’s getting worse,” he continues, “I can feel it trying to surround me. Like a suffocating darkness.”

“I haven’t felt anything,” Devi says and looks at Johnny. “Have you?” He shrugs. “Kind of. I don’t think it’s ever really left me though.”

“So what do we do?” Tenna asks.

“What we’ve done every other time the Nightmare’s returned,” Squee replies, “take out its minions until it leaves us alone.”

“Yeah, but, the last couple times it hasn’t affected you this badly,” Devi points out.

“I’m fine. I just…have to hold out long enough,” he insists, “I can handle it.” The others look at him, unconvinced and concerned. Then Johnny clears his throat.

“Well, if the zombies are here then that means Zoli is too,” he growls, “I have half a mind to hunt her down and end this now. That crazy, demon bitch.”

As he starts pacing around again, muttering angrily, Squee looks at Devi and Tenna. “You two should go home. It’ll be safer there.”

“What about you?” Tenna asks.

“I’ll be fine,” he replies, “the Night Terrors are keeping watch. And if a fight breaks out, I don’t want you getting mixed up in it.”

The girls share a look. They don’t want to leave Squee alone but they get the feeling he won’t take no for an answer.

“Alright,” Devi nods and they stand up. “But if you need anything, just text me.” “I will,” Squee replies, forcing a smile. “Oh uh Nny can drive you home. Right, Nny?”

“Huh?” Johnny stops pacing. “Oh, alright, I guess. Let’s go.”

As the three of them head outside, Johnny points at the roof where the Night Terrors are hanging out. “I’ll be back in a bit. Watch the house.” “You bet,” Reverend Meat waves as Johnny, Devi, and Tenna get into the car and drive away.

Back in the house, Squee lies down on the couch, sighing heavily. He smiles weakly as Nugget curls up on his stomach before closing his eyes and rubbing his aching head.

Reverend Meat watches this through the window before pulling himself back onto the roof.

“He’s not doing well,” he states.

“He’s already looking like a husk,” D-boy agrees, “I mean, when was the last time he’s even written?”

“We need to do something or we might actually lose him,” Sickness insists.

“Why don’t we hunt down those zombie fucks?” Eff suggests, “we destroy them and capture them before they even have a chance. And then maybe we can draw Zoli into an ambush.”

“Is it a good idea to leave Squee alone though?” Sickness asks.

“We’ll split up,” Reverend Meat declares, “three of us will hunt the zombies and the fourth will stay guard.”

“Okay. How do we decide?” D-boy asks.

“Rock paper scissors?” Eff suggests.

They get ready to play when Sickness suddenly stops. “Wait. You see that?” She points down the street where a familiar young woman with very short black hair and round glasses is standing.

“Tess?” Reverend Meat questions.

“Wow, she is the last one I expected to see,” Eff comments.

“What is she doing?” D-boy asks, “just…standing there?”

“I’ll go see,” Sickness declares and hops down onto the road.

“Hey, Tess,” Sickness says as she warily approaches the zombie girl. Tess just stares at her, still and expressionless. “Zoli finally let you out for some air, huh? So, this some kind of trap?”

Without a word, Tess turns the palm of her hand towards Sickness. Black tendrils shoot out, taking her by surprise and wrapping around her completely before she has a chance to escape.

“Sickness!” Reverend Meat, D-boy, and Eff exclaim.

They leap off the building towards Tess as she starts running away, her Nightmare tendrils carrying the wriggling, struggling Sickness. She has a good head start for a couple blocks, but she can’t outmaneuver the Doughboys’ agility and D-boy tackles her to the ground.

“Gotcha!” he snarls while Eff slices through the tendrils. Reverend Meat quickly rips apart the rest, freeing Sickness. She coughs and gasps for breath before glaring at Tess.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” she snarls.

Tess doesn’t even struggle as D-boy holds her down, her glasses lying on the ground a few inches from her face.

“Careful, guys,” Reverend Meat warns, “she might have more tricks up her sleeve.”

“This was a trap, wasn’t it?” Sickness demands, “what, were you trying to lead us straight to the other zombies? Or Zoli?”

“Something like that,” Tess replies drily.

“Oof, you’re really beaten down, aren’t you?” Eff comments, lifting her head by her hair. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen you. Zoli finally decide to give you a chance?”

“I defied her once and helped Squee and Johnny,” Tess explains, “I…can’t make that mistake again.” “Mistake?” D-boy scoffs, “we’ve been helping Squee for a long time now. You just didn’t do it right.”

Tess spits angrily. “What do you guys know? You have no idea what I’ve been through! I’ve been trapped in endless darkness for years! Surrounded by nothing, just….pure nothingness! It’s maddening! I couldn’t even remember what sunlight looked like or-or any other sound than my own voice! Do you have any idea what that’s like?” The Night Terrors stare at her, speechless for a second, before D-boy croaks, “yes.” “Aw man!” Eff cries, gripping his head. “We’re sympathizing with her!”

Tess stares at them with surprise as D-boy frees her and they stand aside. She’s too stunned to even stand up.

“Of course we know that happened to you,” Reverend Meat says, “the Nightmare did that to all us every time we failed. You’re right, it is…maddening.”

“But that was before Squee freed us,” Sickness adds, “he saved us and that’s why we won’t let the Nightmare take him.” “But, just this once, because we feel sorry for you,” D-boy says, “we’ll let you go.”

Tess sighs, hanging her head. “I can’t escape.”

“Maybe not yet,” Eff replies, “but when we defeat Zoli, you might have a chance.”

She looks at them, shocked. “You’re gonna…help me?”

D-boy shrugs. “Like I said, we feel sorry for you.”

Tess looks away, feeling conflicted, before standing up and facing them. “Zoli plans to take away everyone Squee cares about. She thinks this will break him down enough to finally make him susceptible to the Nightmare.”

“Hm, so that’s her plan,” Reverend Meat muses.

“Fuck, Tess, you really are a disappointment.”

The Night Terrors look up at the familiar voice as Jimmy, Krik, Dillon, and Edgar hop down from a roof behind Tess. She immediately falls back, cowering from them.

“You know how hard we had to fight to convince Zoli to let you out?” Dillon asks, “and you had to go and do this.”

Tess tries to argue but before she can say anything, Reverend Meat grabs her and tosses her behind him.

“Well, well,” he smirks, “it’s the zombie edgelords.”

“Yeah, we’re the edgelords,” Krik snorts, “have any of you looked in a mirror lately?”

“Looking forward to getting chopped up again, Jimmy?” Eff asks as he draws to knives from his hat.

“That won’t happen again,” he snarls, “we have a few new tricks up our sleeves.”

“Great,” D-boy smirks as he draws his mallet. “We like tricks.”

Meanwhile, Johnny parks his car in the parking lot of Devi and Tenna’s apartment building and they both get out.

“Take care of Squee, got it?” Devi orders.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replies dismissively.

She starts to turn away when he calls her again. “Devi. Uh…if you see anything weird…just call me, okay?” She stares at him with surprise but he refuses to make eye contact. “Okay,” she smiles.

“What if I see anything weird?” Tenna asks.

“No, if I give you permission to call me, then you’ll call every five minutes,” Nny snaps.

“Fine,” she groans.

Johnny watches as they enter the building before leaving. He drives for a couple blocks, his eyes constantly darting around, checking his surroundings. Finally, he stops on a random, empty street and parks at the curb. He walks for another block or two before stopping.

“Alright,” he says loudly, “I know you’re there. So come out already.”

Zoli drops down in front him. She tosses back her very long, black hair as she stands up straight, sticking her hands into the pockets of her brown trench coat.

“Hey, Nny,” she grins, “you look well.”

“Why’d you wait?” Johnny asks, “why not go after the girls?”

“Psh, what fun would that be?” she scoffs, “they’re small fries, and I want some action.”

“And I want to end this.”

“Then-.” Zoli pulls her scythe out of her coat. “Come end this.” Johnny snarls, draws his knives, and charges.

Meanwhile, across the city, Zim, Dib, Gaz, Tak, and Pepito walk away from the Skool to Zim’s house.

“So, let me be sure I understand,” Dib says, “this…Nightmare…wears down its victim emotionally and mentally with annoying minions in order to absorb their imagination, rendering them into husks of their former selves.” “Exactly,” Pepito replies.

“And it’s been after Squee his whole life because of his powerful imagination,” Zim adds, “but Squee had Shmee, who came from an entity called the Daydream which is the Nightmare’s enemy.”

“Right.”

“But now Shmee’s gone, so there’s nothing to hold the Nightmare back,” Tak says.

“Yes.”

“And Squee’s kept this from us this whole time,” Gaz adds, “because he’s worried it’s too dangerous and he doesn’t want us getting involved.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, then, our path is clear,” Zim states, “obviously we gotta help him. So how do we do that?”

“I don’t know,” Pepito sighs.

“Well, how have they stopped the Nightmare before?” Dib asks.

“They destroy its minions,” he replies.

“Then we’ll do that,” Zim declares.

“But we don’t know where they are,” Pepito points out.

“Then we’ll hunt them down,” Tak suggests.

“But we don’t know what they look like.” Everyone’s quiet for a second, as they consider their situation.

“You said Squee’s being tormented by some kind of stress toy,” Gaz says, “and whenever it’s destroyed, it gives him a moment of peace.”

“Yeah, but it’ll keep coming back,” Pepito replies.

“Well, then, we’ll just keep destroying it until it gets the message.”

“Gaz is right,” Dib nods, “right now Squee is hurting and the best thing we can do for him, as his friends, is be there for him.”

“Well, then, what are we waiting for?” Zim demands, “let’s go to him!”

“We’re literally on the way to the car,” Tak points out, aggravated.

They hurry the rest of the way to Zim’s base to get in the Epic and fly to Squee’s side.

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