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thelaisydazy · 2 months

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Band!141 x Reader - Subway

Just a little something I've had rattling around my brain this week~

You've never run faster in your life, you're not even sure your feet are hitting the ground between your frantic steps as you race towards the open subway car. You can't miss this train. Not today. Please, not today.

Today is the most important day of your life. The day you audition for a spot in the city's most prestigious ballet companies. If you miss your chance, you won't be able to try again for another year, and you don't know if you'll be able to afford to stay in the city if you don't get into the company. And you refuse to go home a failure.

From the open train car you hear shouting. Voices calling for you to hurry. The train was about to leave. Nononono. The door starts to close as you run up to the train, just a split second too late. Then it opens again, a large black boot keeping the door from closing completely.

You look up and see four large men, one of which has stuck his boot out to hold the door open for you. He smiles down at you, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling. He’s older, handsome. His dark brown hair and beard sporting some specks of gray.

“Y’made it love,” he says in a deep, warm voice that makes your heart race.

“Thanks,” you say quickly, slipping past him and the three with him. The car is packed with nowhere to sit and almost nowhere to stand either. Except right near the group you pushed past on your way onto the train. Sheepishly you make your way back towards them.

The one that stopped the door for you smiles again and another one, younger with dark curls, waves you over. You’re hesitant, but you go over.

“One seat left ‘ere,” he says, beckoning to a seat he’d been standing in front of. You mumble another thanks and slip into the seat, trying your best to make yourself as small as possible, missing the way the group smiles at each other.

“Where you rushing off to love?” the first one asked. The word burly comes to mind as you look up at him. He’s wearing a white tshirt under a well-worn leather jacket, a pair of beat up black jeans and a black beanie. Slung over his back is an instrument case, it looks like a guitar, but you don’t know much about instruments so it could be a bass.

“I have an audition downtown,” you say, fidgeting with your duffle bag in your lap.

“‘At Danc’n Knights place?” another one chimes in with a Scottish accent. This one is the shortest of the bunch, though he still towers over you. He’s broad, dark stubble on his pierced face and a mohawk. He’s wearing a spiked leather vest over a black sleeveless shirt and a kilt. He’s standing closest to the largest of the bunch, a large, blond man wearing a privacy mask that resembles a skull.

You nod. You hadn’t wanted to tell them, but the decal of a ballerina on your duffel bag, along with the tight bun you wore your hair in, was definitely enough to give it away. “Dancing Knights, yeah,” you say. “They’re looking for new ballerinas.”

“We’re heading to a recording studio near there,” the second man says. Getting a better look at him, he’s darker than the rest of the group, his eyes are the softest though, dampening the nervousness in your chest. He’s dressed similarly to the rest of the group, another instrument case on his back and a plaid shirt tied around his hips. “Maybe we’ll be seeing you around there.”

You can’t help but smile up at him and nod. He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a small black card, handing it over to you. “We’re I4I,” he says. “I’m Kyle, everyone calls me Gaz.” He went around pointing to the oldest man first. “That’s John.” Then to the Scottish man. “Johnny, we call him Soap.” And finally the largest of them. “And big guy there is Ghost.”

“Ghost?” you can’t help but ask, looking over the card in your hand. It’s a thick black stock with the band name and a logo featuring a skull with a sword running through it wrapped in a pair of white feathered wings.

Kyle shrugs at you. “Doesn’t like anyone knowing his name,” he says simply. You nod quietly, then give them your name with a polite smile.

“You’re all in a band then?” you ask, relaxing a little. You were certain whatever they played, it wasn’t something you were into, but they seemed nice enough to at least check out their social media. It was the least you could do after they stopped the subway for you.

“That’s right lovie,” Kyle says. “Next big thing.” He gives you a wink. “Better keep your pretty little eyes out for us.” Your face feels warm at his shameless flirting and he chuckles at you. “We always post when we’re playing next, you should come to one of our shows. We’ll give you the VIP experience.”

“Oh!” you say. “Uh.. sure.. Maybe.” You tuck the card into your duffel. “I’ll keep an eye out if I make this audition.”

“You better make it then little one,” John says, smiling at you as the subway pulls into your stop. “For our sake.”

#141 band #band!141 #141 x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #john mactavish #soap #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz

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yourmomsushi · 16 days

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I’m at a band trip rn so poly!band 141 x fem!reader

Who could blame you for the butterflies zooming in your stomach, or the fact that your performing with 4 most hottest guys that you believe had ever walked the face of the earth.

you fumbled with your clarinet case, fumbling with the key holes. Meanwhile, Simon tried to tune his drums without any help. Also, Johnny and kyle were debating on which instrument was the hardest and/or the easiest to play in a performing advanced class.

John was setting Johnny’s reed in his saxophone while he sweetly listens to them debate with a soft smile. •••

ILL FINISH MORE AFTER I FINISH MY PERFORMANCE! WISH ME LUCK <3

@thelaisydazy

with lots of love - kitty

#Band!141 #poly tf141 #Poly141 #poly cod x reader #poly 141

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dutiful-wildcraft · 2 months

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Metal Band AU

Because its been rotting my brain :^)

Soap, drums/vocals shares lead vocals equally, how this man can drum and sing at the same time is beyond anyone else. Never wears a shirt. He and Gaz banter back and forth on stage a bit. Managed to break his sticks every other show. Dumps bottles of water on himself mid-show to cool off (you can literally see the steam coming off of him). Surprisingly does most of the lyrical writing for the group. He always does the little thank you speech and introduces everyone at the end. Jumps onto Ghost's back every time they leave stage. The larger man carries him dutifully.

Gaz, rhythm guitar/ lead vocals. Can't stop moving around stage. Bouncing between the others. Is grinning the entire time. Fucks with Price and Ghost during their solos, flirtatiously leans on them, rubs their chest, hugs a leg dreamily. Chatty, loves to start a pit. Mostly just throws in genuine “Thank yous’” between every song. Playfully shoos away Ghost away from his center stage like a little brat after Ghost’s solo. Plays the piano for the trademark ballad. Flirts with the crowd while on stage.

Price, Bass/backing vocals. Sickening in how well he plays, not super energetic on stage, most of its pacing and occasionally propping a leg up on a speaker. Rarely talks, but does play a bit with the crowd. Pointing, giving cheeky winks or blowing kisses. Wanders over to Gaz mostly, giving him a playful kick or nudge. Smiling warmly. Will climb down himself to pass off his pick to a lovely fan. He is dressed wildly different than that overall vibe of the band. Usually a flannel and beanie.

Ghost, lead guitar. Absolutely shreds. Where’s the same exact outfit every time. Keeps the balaclava and hood up the entire show. All the fans have the hots for him bc of it. No one knows how the hood stays with all the headbanging. (it’s velcro) Semi-frightening on stage. Never speaks. Unphased by Gaz wallowing on him. He and Price move around each other with grace. Fans have noticed that he's the most playful with Soap. They do a bit where they trade places during certain songs. Ghost pretends to be exasperated with the shorter scott trying to steal his guitar. (They actually do pretty well on the others instrument). Occasionally he’ll chunk his extra picks at Price from across stage to fuck with him.

#this is totally not inspired by the gorgeous gorgeous metal band Mastodon #who you should absolutely go listen too :^)#metal band au #task force 141 #tf141 #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #captain john price #john price #captain price #price cod #call of duty #mwii #dizzy writes

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iloveoldermen-posts · 19 days

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dying rn

Simon 'Ghost' Riley getting excited about random geeky things and once you get him to open up, he won't stop..

PLEASEEEEE

#ghost x reader #141 x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #cod 141 #simon riley fluff #mw2 141 #task force 141 #ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley smut #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon fluff #simon riley smut

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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The Man - 141

I've been sobbing uncontrollably bc my fam treats me like the song Matilda..this made me laugh so here you go :)

*König walking into the meeting room*

Ghost: price will be here soon

R/n:*walks into the room* Where's soap?

Gaz: Running late I suppose

*R/n looks at ghost*

Ghost:I won't stop you

König: what's going on?

Gaz: *shrugs*

R/n: *yells* Do you know the muffin man?

[from a distance]

Soap: tHe MufFin mAn?!

[König looks at the door and sees soap running towards them with a grin on his face..poor König gets scared and falls off chair]

R/n: *waves as he is rushing in*

Price: *sees the event unfold infront of him* I need coffee

[as he walks away he hears soap and r/n laughing and screaming]

#price x reader #soap x you #soap x reader #soap call of duty #incorrect mw2 quotes #ghost mw2 #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #141 x reader #task force 141 #cod 141 #konig mw2 #könig #könig x y/n #the band ghost #mwii #cod incorrect quotes55

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ghosties--writing · 4 months

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I want Simon 'Ghost' Riley to moan my name.

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burbur-49 · 3 months

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Ok so for a request could you do one (141 and ghost band crossover) where the reader is a ghoul but is part of 141 and they ask to see there family and the reader is really awkward and secretive about it untill they kinda are just like “fuck it”

I had a lot of fun writing this! Here ya go.

Price knows you’re different, different in a good, scary way. Good because your senses are heightened, bad because it scares him how good your senses are. You greet him right as he enters the room before you look at him, you can smell/taste specific ingredients in food from just one bite/the aroma. What scares him the most is how quickly you recover from surgeries and wounds. He’s seen you get near-fatal wounds and be A-ok within the next week.

You always have two weeks off a year (minus holidays) for your heats. You either always go home, but if you can't, you just hole yourself up in your room. The 141 doesn’t know why, the last time they tried, they were met with a door that wouldn’t open no matter what, not even if they took off the door knob (Johnny needed you to show him how to make a cake. Simon was mad at him). That’s until now. Before you could request the time off, a few new recruits snatched it up before you could go to Price and ask for it off.

It’s hell being on base, in heat, unable to take care of yourself or be taken care of. You tried begging Price for the time off, but when he asked the reason you needed it so bad, you came up blank. You can’t tell him that you’re so horny you can’t work, he’ll look at you like you’re an idiot. You can’t tell him that you can’t work because you’re from Hell and need your mates to ‘breed’ you so you can calm down, he’ll look at you like you’re insane. So you just choose to drop it and do your best to keep the ache between your legs from distracting you from working.

The boys notice the lower quality in your work. They notice your very frequent bathroom breaks, how quick you are to run to your room during free time, how reactive you are to the slightest touch, everything. So one day, halfway through your heat, the boys corner you and demand answers. You freeze at their demands, knowing you could either lie and say you’re sick or tell them the truth. You can’t come up with a proper lie, so instead of telling them the truth, you show them.

Your sudden transformation shocks them, but what shocks them more are the two pointed horns on top of your head, long pointed ears, a long tail swaying behind you, and light gray skin. Their jaws drop. Now with your true self fully exposed, you decide that you’re not going to hold back, and you’re just going to tell them the truth.

“Bloody hell… What are-”

“I’m a ghoul. Well, to you, I probably look like a demon, which isn’t far off, but not the same.” You effectively cut off Kyle, “I’ve been so shitty at doing work related things because I’m in heat.”

“Heat? Like an animal?” Simon asks, the skepticism present in his voice.

“Yes,” You sigh, “Like an animal.”

Johnny laughs a bit too hard before adding, “So yer so horny ye can’t work?”

“Unholy Satan…” You mutter as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Yes, Johnny, that’s basically it. So horny, I can’t work.”

“So this is why you needed these two weeks off.” Price realizes.

“So ye jus’ need someone to fuck ya?” Simon elbows Johnny in the ribs for that remark. Breathlessly, Johnny adds, “We can help ye.” Yet another elbow to the ribs.

“No, you can’t. There are others like me who I go to for help. My pack.” You say bluntly.

“And where is this ‘pack’ of yours?” Price asks curiously.

“In Sweden.”

“Sweden?!” Kyle and Johnny exclaim astonished.

“Yes, Sweden.”

“So you’re telling me that you’re a ghoul, your family are ghouls, and you’re from Sweden?” Simon asks, still skeptical.

“Yes, I’m not lying. The horns, tail, all of its real, the whole shebang.” Shivers start to crawl up your spine with the way they’re all staring at you, “Stop looking at them.” You suddenly snap, the bite in your voice surprising even you.

All four of the boys look at you with surprise, you’ve never once spoken like this to them. You turn around to try to hide yourself from them, now suddenly self-conscious about your non-human parts. Your tail is anxiously flicking behind you. Your tail catches Johnny’s attention, and Johnny touches your tail out of curiosity. The touch feels like a needle stabbing your tail, it’s not the touch of one of your mates. The touch on your tail makes you yelp and your tail smacks Johnny.

“Ow! Shite!” Johnny yelps in return to getting smacked.

Price sighs, “I feel we need to either get tickets for your partners to get here or a ticket for you to go home.”

“That would be appreciated…” You mumble, “Just a ticket for me… It’d be cheaper… Way cheaper…”

“Okay then.” Price replies.

Within the next day, you’re on a plane to Sweden… But not by yourself. Kyle, Simon, Johnny, and Price are there too. You guess they wanted to meet your mates. There’s only going to be one problem; the moment you step into the ministry, you’re going to be dragged to the ghoul den and locked in there until your heat is over. They’ll most likely be stuck talking to Copia or a Cardinal or something. Well, they’ll find out when they get there.

When the plane lands, you immediately go to get your things and the boys follow. You get into the uber you called and the boys are surprised when the car pulls into the parking lot of a deep gray church that has vines growing up the sides of the building. They’re even more surprised when they enter the lobby and see a bunch of siblings hustling about. The moment you're ten feet inside the building, a ghoul appears out of nowhere; Swiss. He wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Mi Amor.” He purrs as he nuzzles his head against you. The 141 looks at you a bit strangely as many more ghouls appear and drag you off. Copia comes just in time to you getting dragged off and the four men looking so out of place and confused. Copia greets them and takes them on a tour of the ministry, everywhere but the ghoul den because you’re, uh, getting quite busy in there. Afterward, Copia explains what all happens at the ministry and where the guys will be staying while they visit. The boys are confused, but happy that they got to meet your family and now know the true you.

#whats in the burbur box #the band ghost #poly ghouls #ghost ghouls #ghouls x reader #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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{BAND-AIDS au: Rocky and Gaz telling the guys about their time in primary School.]

Gaz: When I was in year 3, we hid all the chalk from the classroom and told the teacher that the principal, for some reason, had came down and taken all the chalk to his office for something. She left to get some more, and came back to us revealing the prank. She was genuinely delighted since she hadn't been successfully April fooled in a long time.

Rocky: Meanwhile in the next classroom over, a teacher was kicked in the balls by some Lil’shite named Jeremy screaming "APRIL FOOLS!"

Soap, wincing: Damn.

Ghost, crossing his legs: Fuuuck...

Gaz: Yeah, We never saw Jeremy after that, I wonder what happened to him?

Rocky: Oh you didn’t hear?

Gaz: Hear what?

Rock: I heard my nan, talking about it wit’ yer mum. apparently Jeremy’s kicked the teacher in a bad way, that it fucked up his ability to have kids...

Gaz: Are you for real?

Rocky, nods: Yeah, He sued Jeremy’s family, they had move out to Nova Scotia cos of the scandal and teacher’s family was harassing them.

Gaz: Oh shit...

#S: reddit #with some adlib added #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #band-aids au #call of duty 2022 #cod mw oc: Natalie 'Rocky' Rockwell #kyle gaz garrick #platonic! Gaz #cod mw gaz #platonic! Soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod mw ghost #cod mw soap #call of duty x oc #task force 141 x oc

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dirtfullofamnesia · 2 months

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I'm making a highschool marching band AU for COD, what do y'all think Makarov would play?? (He's in the rival band)

#art #john soap mactavish #soap cod #tf 141 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty mwii #cod makarov #marching band #simon ghost riley #captain price #kyle gaz garrick

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ellies-cove · 1 month

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Masterlist.

Modern Warfare 2 / Call Of Duty

Ghost and Konig dating head cannons (GN! Reader)

TF141 + Konig with a taller S/O (GN! Reader)

TF141 + Konig + Alejandro with a strong S/O! (GN! Reader)

TF141 and music!

Alejandro and a Non-Mexican Reader! (GN! Reader)

09 Ghost with a fem!S/O!

Laswell and her wife/girlfriend!

Ghost and a concerned reader!

Price and Puppy!Reader!

Gaz, Rudy and Val with a thicc reader!

Enemies to lovers with Price!

Gaz with a mommy kink!

Ghost

Crickets...

(Any more ideas?)

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tomcat-tapes · 2 months

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Truth be told

Cheerios finding out that his beloved cousin that he idolized his whole life is not on deployment, but that he’s gone, gone and he’s not coming back…

Here’s some progress looks

Comic is low key inspired by that one scene in hunger games where Katniss screams at her cat.

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thelaisydazy · 2 months

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Band!141 x Reader - Roach

“Thank you, we’ll call in a few days..”

Your stomach churned. Were they really going to call you? Or, was that just what they told the dancers they weren’t satisfied with?

Your feet carried you down the street, pushing past the crowds of people that flood into the city every day. Your stomach growls. In your rush to get to the audition, you hadn’t eaten breakfast today and you were starving. You take out your phone to check what’s around.There was a little diner open nearby, it wasn’t exactly the fanciest place, but it was cheap enough for your budget. You turn to head towards the diner only to walk directly into someone, your phone clattering to the sidewalk.

You stumble back to see a young man, perhaps only a few years older than yourself. He’s tall, though certainly not the tallest you’d seen today. He’s got spiky brown hair, which you imagine might be soft and fluffy without all the gel in it, and soft brown eyes. He’s wearing a tight fitting black muscle-tee that cut just slightly too short, showing off his midriff and a pair of fitted black ripped jeans. Just how many punks were you going to run into today?

“Woah, hey sorry,” he said, bending over to pick up your phone and offer it back to you. You quickly take it, frowning as you see the screen is cracked now. “Oh damn it, sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” you say dejectedly. It’s not, but it’s not his fault you walked right into him and dropped your phone.

“Hey, I’m going to meet some friends for lunch,” he says. “Why don’t you come along? My treat, I feel bad about your phone.”

You look him over cautiously. “I don’t even know your name,” you say.

“My friends call me Roach,” he says with a grin. “But you can call me Gary if you’d rather.”

“It’s nice to meet you Gary,” you say, giving him your name as well. “Roach is a funny nickname.”

“Yeah, my mates and I used to mess around with fireworks,” Gary explains. “Couple times I didn’t get away fast enough, somehow I didn’t get hurt though. My mates said I was like a roach, just surviving anything.” He chuckles at the memory. “How about that lunch then?”

You think for a moment. Is it really safe to go with a perfect stranger? The band you met on the subway jumps into your mind. They’d been nice enough to stop the train for you and offer you a seat in the full car, perhaps Gary was just as nice.

“Sure, why not?” you say. “Couldn’t hurt.”

Gary grins at you and you can’t help but smile back. There’s just something friendly about him, you just hope his friends are as nice.

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“Roach! You made it!” A familiar voice calling from a booth at the back of the bar shouts out. You turn to see the same group of men you’d met just earlier that day. It’s Kyle that spots you first out of them, that amazing smile crossing his face. “I see you met our new friend.”

You and Gary walk over and you take a seat near the middle of the table, between Kyle and Gary. You look at the latter. “You know, when you said you were meeting friends, I should have guessed this is who you meant,” you say with a giggle. Looking around the table, Johnny and Ghost were sitting at the far end from you, Ghost having just pulled his mask back up to cover his face when he saw you walk over. John was sitting on the other side of Kyle from you, he drank from his beer and smiled at you.

“How’d you get on at your audition, love?” John asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Did’ya get in?”

“Oh uh.. They said I should hear back in a couple days,” you say, fidgeting with your napkin. You still weren’t so sure the instructors had actually meant it though.

“I see..” John said thoughtfully.

“Bonnie thing lek ye?” Johnny chimed in from his seat next to Ghost. “They wis probably speechless or summat.” Ghost nudged him in the ribs with a sharp look.

“Audition?” Gary asked, looking at you. “Whatcha tryin’ out for?”

Before you could answer, Kyle wrapped his arm over your shoulder, though he kept his grip light enough that you could slip away if you wanted to. “Ballet, that fancy place,” he said. “Gonna be a real principal dancer one day.”

Your face feels hot at his confidence. “Oh well… I don’t know about all that,” you say nervously. “I mean.. I’d just be happy in the corps de ballet really.” You’re not really certain you’ve got what it takes for a lead role anyway. “How did that recording go anyway?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“Fine, if Soap would focus,” John rumbles, shooting the younger man a look.

“Haud yer wheesht!” Johnny exclaims looking a bit flustered himself. “Aye wis jus’ think’n alood.”

“An’ not staying on beat,” Kyle teased back.

“Oh I’m sorry..” you say, feeling bad for asking now.

“Dinna fash, leannan,” Johnny laughs. He starts to stand up. “Am gett’n ‘nother round.” He returns a few moments later and slides a bubbly red drink in front of you with one of those little paper umbrellas in it.

“What is it?” you ask. Johnny only grins and shrugs at you. Despite your better judgment you take a sip, surprised not to taste any alcohol in the cherry flavored drink at all. “Is this a Shirley Temple?” Your surprised reaction makes the table laugh.

“They’re not a kid Johnny,” Kyle laughs. He looks at you. “Lemme know if you want a real drink.” All you can do is nod quietly in response as you sip your Shirley Temple.

#141 band #band!141 #141 x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #john mactavish #soap #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz #gary roach sanderson #gary sanderson #roach

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yourmomsushi · 26 days

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The boys in the Band room

warnings : fluff? Comfort? MDNI !!!

@thelaisydazy

“Again, Angelique If I heard the words ‘Again’ or ‘Angelique’ I was gonna scream. Who knows how hard it was to overblown notes immediately above the ‘break‘ from B above middle C to E at 4th above! What the hell is that?

I set my clarinet down in a big huff, fixing my hair which was perched in heatless curls the night before, plucked into two bows my best friend and roommate Lola said would make me ‘pop’. If god knew what she meant..

I look over at my music coach, Brady, me and Lola call her “Coach Cruella” cause the fact she has 11 dogs. Rumors spread that her and her partner, now husband were practicing so much that they popped a baby instead of a concert. Which puts even more pressure on me because the fact that I’m her next choice in spotlight.

Her son, much older now. Is playing music too, flute to be exact. She teaches her son too, he’s a prodigy really, she proclaim like it was important to me.

I start packing up, putting my clarinet away in its usual places, huffing as I put my music pieces in my folder. When just then, I look over. A man, whom looks just like Coach Brady, but with sun-kissed skin, a small fluff of black hair on top, with a flute cade in hand, along with 3 other men.

Coach Brady looked happy as she squealed out, “oh! Speaking of him Angie” She says, delightfully.

One of the 3 men, had a overgrown Mohawk, perched up high, soft blue eyes that glistened in the sun on a warm sunny day, his arm was slung over another man, with a skull mask clung tight onto his face, a soft fur of blonde on the top of his head, his blue eyes were cold, not like the other man. finally, the oldest looking out of the bunch, with mature beauty like no other man, he had a scurry beard, with soft eyes that could hold someone in the night, these men all seemed close - romantic with each other almost.

I look over and they’re all staring straight at me. I blush in embarrassment and look away, my cheeks heating up as I turn and start to walk out.

just then one of the boys grab me, I look over, he has his flute in his hand he smiles softly and says : “stay, hear us play.” I look shocked almost “you- you sure?” I stammer out. He nods as he grabs his stand, the others grab their places too, I see the older man carrying a large case, most likely a tuba. Meanwhile, the face-masked man is heading over to the drums, and the younger out of all of them: the Mohawk one is setting up his saxophone. He looks at me just then, smiles, and says : “you play?”

Coach Brady smiles just then and says : “yes! She’s an old student of mine from college, she was first chair every year! She majors in music and clarinet!” She says, praising me like her most prized possession.

i smile awkwardly as i stare, watching them as Coach Brady introduces me to all of them properly.

The mature out of all them and the oldest is named Johnathan Price : John for short. While her son is named Kyle. Meanwhile the Mohawk man is named Johnny while the masked covered man is named Simon.

Just then, I hear the drums start rolling, then I hear the tuba, saxophone, then the flute last. They all come in harmony, like a beautiful melody, something played in a sweet rom-com in Hawaii, it brings something inside me. Like maybe..maybe I can be one of them.

Before I know it, it’s over, the last note rings high in the room and it all goes quiet. I look over and stammer out to everyone in the room.

“T-that was beautiful I-“

Before that, Johnny starts up with a sly grin, “ye wanna try yourself, less?”

…

Thinking of making a part 2, or a series, let me know if you’d want this to continue or not !!

lots of love - kitty

#Band!141 #Poly!141 #Tf141 #fem!reader #poly!tf141 #poly141 x fem!reader #poly 141 #poly cod x reader #poly!141 x reader

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madsnic1119 · 3 months

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So I think I’ve made a post like this before. But I need to ask bc I love this. Does anyone have or know of fanfiction of Ghost (the band) and COD? Together? It doesn’t have to be x reader it cna be OC idc. I need it. If anyone has any please reply or reblog with any media of it:) and I mean you can send drabbles, headcanon, works from ao3 anything at all!! I love these two fandoms together so if I find enough works abt it I can make a list with all the authors linked to it for anyone else:) (if it’s okay with the authors that is it’ll be the title of the work or a gust of it and their @ and whatever platform they post on:))

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #captain john price #simon riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #call of duty modern warfare #task force 141 #ghost band x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #copia x reader #john price #john soap mactavish

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 2 years

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Task Force 141 Mostly Random and Domestic Head Cannons

Here are few questionable head cannons of the boys that nobody asked for that I came up with on a whim cuz I can't sleep.

💰 Captain Price 💰

Price can play saxophone and trumpet. More towards the saxophone. He has a collection of Kenny G album vinnyl disks that he'd play in his house.

He has a calico cat named Greg.

Collects watches as a hobby, from the antiques to the modern ones.

Supports Liverpool and sometimes would catch their matches on TV. Not a crazy fan like Ghost and Gaz though.

King of Poker. Nobody in the task force can beat him.

🇬🇧 Kyle "Gaz" Garrick 🇬🇧

That one British dude who likes coffee more than tea.

Fan of Arsenal. Actual Gooner who has posters and mugs with Arsenal logo printed on them.

Earlier of his teenage days, Gaz randomly wanted to learn beatbox. He got good at it and would often show it off to his friends. Over time, he lost interest in it and forgot about it. If you ask him to do some beatboxing he can still do it, but you gotta wait for it for the muscle memory to come back.

Arguably the most fashionable man in 141. When off-duty he'd show up with drip. His effortless swag goes along with any clothes.

🧼 Soap 🧼

Learned music theory and actually was a member of his high school vocal group and church choir, Soap has a beautiful barritone voice that can belt out "Why Do The Nations So Furiously Rage" by Handel and "My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose."

INVESTED in Eurovision. Would watch every country's song and critiques each one. Could go MAD about it.

Definitely the dude who sings in showers.

Fan of Take That. He dreamed of singing Million Love Songs to his one true love.

Idk why but I feel like Soap is that guy who can solve rubik's cube.

💀 Ghost 💀

Actual fan of Machester City. Would fight other clubs' fans if they're losing on TV and would 100% stomp on them.

Proficient bass guitar player. Can definitely slap.

Ghost can sew. In fact, he costumizes all his skeleton attributes himself. From numbers of masks to gloves, he made it all himself.

Watches Anime. He watches the classic shounen animes like Naruto, One Piece, and Dragon Ball. He likes the actions and the thrill of it.

CLEAN FREAK. Contrary to his rugged look and personality he always keep his belongings clean and neat.

🦵 Alex Echo 3-1 🦿

Another one of idk why but I feel like Alex's real name is Alexander Hamilton. His parents were either a historian or a musical enthusiast, no in between.

Watches NFL. Idolizes Tom Brady as the god-quarterback. In fact he ALMOST got drafted into NFL but got into the millitary instead.

Plays Tekken on a daily basis and unexpectedly mains Yoshimitsu for his eccentric design and moves.

Alex got a full-sleeve tattoo on both arms to cover the cigarette stick burns he got during his millitary days.

Skilled in playing the guitar. His fingerstyles are GODLY.

Alex sometimes sketch a few doodles on his journal.

🦗 Roach 🦗

Owns a grey Great Dane named Ms. Bella Donna, who's apparently oblivious of her size and a total lap dog. She'd leap at Roach when he gets home after deployment.

A fan of the Star Wars franchise. Major fan of Darth Vader and would quote him every chance he got. Collects figurines of Vader and Maul and even plays Star Wars : Battlefront.

True to his name, Roach isn't afraid of cockroaches, or any animal, really. Gary is the Task Force 141's #1 animal control man.

Roach can play the drum. He had a drum kit given to him by his parents as a kid and started doing them as a hobby.

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There it goes! This is the result of my domestic-HC-cravings which I decided to indulge myself. Feel free to add more LOL ◉‿◉

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marblemoovt · 1 year

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The cowboy!ghost brainrot is still going strong. I was only planning to do a little plot, but then it just kinda grew and now it's kinda a slowburn smut? As slowburn as it can get for a oneshot lol.

Already almost at 2k words so I'm hoping I can wrap this up by 3.

Snippet below:

You take a peek at his mask and admire the white skull against the black fabric. Obsidian eyes meet yours. They steal all the air in your lungs and turn the blood in your veins into molten lava. His gaze searches your face, and there’s a rush of heat simmering beneath your skin. You blink and avert your gaze, pulling away to get the rag. Wetting the cloth, you wipe down his body. He smells like pine trees and campfires. There’s also the faint scent of bourbon. It’s sweet and earthy; addicting. You shudder, doing your best to ignore the pulsating in your core.

“Alright there, love?” he asks. There’s a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he rakes them over your figure. “Promise I don’t bite. Much.” You can hear the smug grin in his tone. The pool of heat in your belly bubbles and overflows into the rest of your body. The man knows exactly what he is doing to you.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cowboy!ghost #You bathe this man and things get steamy #No but could you imagine the 141 boys as a band of outlaws???#And then they meet the los vaqueros on their ranch and turn a new leaf #Someone needs to write that #And by someone I mean me lmao

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