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mangowafflesss · 9 months

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Wrong Room | Gaz x F!Reader

Paring: Uni!Gaz x F!Reader

Summary: After fleeing a party you seek solace in an empty bedroom which turns out to not be empty... {FLUFF}

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Part 2

Rushing inside, you shut the door quickly behind you and let out a deep breath and close your eyes as you rest your head against the door. The loud music coming from outside makes your head pound and you want nothing more than to go home, but sadly you can’t without your roommate.

Opening your eyes you’re immediately met with the concerned look of Kyle Garrick, who is sitting at his desk playing a video game - which is currently paused due to your intrusion.

“What are you doing in here?” His headset was slightly askew on his head and you just blink at him, did you really just walk into the wrong room?

“Hi. Um- I’m sorry I got the wrong room” you turn to exit the room but fumble with the doorknob and it falls off in your hand. “Wait-” his words were too late as the damage had already been done.

Turning back around with the brown sphere in hand, you give him a wonky smile and blush with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry…” he stands from his chair, which rolls back against his bed and walks over to you.

“Yeah, it uh needs to be fixed and if the pin has fallen then well… we’re stuck” he gets onto his knees and checks the door and as he tries to put the knob back on. It falls again.

Gulping he looks up at you and he could see the tears forming in your eyes already. “Hey hey, it’ll be okay we just need to get someone to open it on the other side” he shrugs his shoulders and your eyes glance over to the door where loud music is still blasting.

Reaching down to your bag you realise you left it in the other room, the one you were supposed to go into originally. “Shit, do you have your phone?” You ask and watch as he reaches over his bed to grab it. Unlocking it and passing it to you, your fingers fly over the screen trying to find Johnny’s number “C’mon Soap answer please” you tap your foot on the ground and when he doesn’t answer you roll your eyes and sigh.

“Why does Soap never answer his phone” you groan and look through his contacts for anyone else you knew was out there, but sadly he doesn’t have many.

“Well your first mistake is ringing him in an emergency and I also don’t have your roommates number so I think we’re stuck” realisation sinks in as you hear him say he doesn’t have Farah’s number, you’re going to be trapped with Kyle in his smelly bedroom. Rushing over to the door you bang your fists against it hoping someone would hear you over the music.

“No one will hear you” he was sat back down at his desk and you eventually drop your arms by your side. Sulking, you drop on the edge of his bed and sit there with your head in your hands. “I didn’t even want to be here in the first place” you mumble to yourself but Kyle heard what you said.

“Then why come? No offence but if I didn’t want to do anything I wouldn’t do it”

“Is that why you trapped yourself in here all night” you removed your hands from your face and pointed to his computer monitor.

“Exactly! I didn’t feel like doing anything and this is Soaps party so why not hide in my room, also if I’m in here no one will have sex in my bed” he seemed really proud of that fact and you smiled at him. Maybe you could at least enjoy your night in here away from everyone. Even if you don’t really know Kyle that well.

All you knew was, he is Soaps roommate and also was doing the same degree as him. You’ve only ever spoken to him a handful of times and it was either hello or goodbye. Perhaps it was a good time to get to know him better, seeing as he’s technically a friend.

“What are you playing?” You question as you watch the screen flicker and light up the room as he… shoots people?

Standing from the bed, you stand beside him and rest an arm at the top of his chair. He could smell your perfume waft towards him which makes him lose focus and die. “Oh damn, was that my fault?” You place a hand on your chest and play with your necklace.

“No don’t worry about it, do you want to sit down?” You look around the room for another chair but frown when you don’t see one. When you felt him tap you on the arm you look at where he was now stood and furrow your brows. He points to his chair and you make an ‘o’ shape with your mouth. “I can’t break your door handle and steal your chair” you say shaking your head and he grabs a wooden crate and stands it on the side.

“I’m alright here, you sit there” he pushes the chair towards you and you hesitantly sit down. It was super warm from his body heat and you find yourself snuggling into it. As you were too busy getting comfy you flinch when you feel something touch your ears, looking up you see Kyle smiling down at you with another headset in his hands. Grabbing it from his hands you put it on and listen to the sounds of the game filter through your ears.

You occasionally looked over at where he sat and watched how he bites his lip when he’s concentrating. You couldn’t believe you were saying this but maybe it was also the little alcohol you had in your system making your brain a little fuzzy. As you stared at him you thought he looked quite… pretty. Ethereal. The way the screen lit up his face made it stand out the best parts of him, including the scar on his face you just want to reach out and touch.

When he caught you staring he slid off his headphones and you did the same. “Are you okay?” Nodding your head you let out a yawn and give him a small smile. “You can lay down if you want” he points at his bed and you start to giggle to yourself.

“You want me in your bed Kyle?” You tease and watch as he becomes flustered and start to play with the drawstrings of his hoodie. “I’m just kidding, I know you’re not like that” you give him another friendly, genuine smile and stretch your back.

Kyle looks you up and down and notices the probably uncomfortable dress you were wearing, his gaze lingers slightly but he shakes his thoughts away and stands up, walking over to his dresser.

Opening the broken drawer you let out another giggle and he looks over his shoulder at you “Is anything in your room not broken?”

“Probably just my bed” he huffs a laugh.

He pulls out something with a triumphant sound and you tilt your head trying to see what he’s got. He holds out a dark grey T-shirt and you look at him confused.

“So you can sleep, I’m sure that dress isn’t comfy to sleep in”

“Hmm I don’t know, it’s pretty comfy when blackout drunk on the bathroom floor” you smile ear to ear and take it from him. Looking around his room you make a clicking sound with your mouth when you figure out where to get changed.

“Could you… turn around” you ask and see his eyes avert from your body and he turned so fast.

“You know, I’ll probably not sleep with that music still playing”

“You don’t have to sleep, maybe we could watch something, if you like”

There was a still silence through the room as you got changed, Kyle stared at the wall twirling his thumb around the other waiting for you to finish.

“Umm do you have any pants I could wear, this shirts a bit short”

“Shorter than that dress?”

“Obviously! Unless this was your intention all along Kyle Garrick” your tone was playful and you could see his back tense up and freeze.

How could someone be so attractive from behind?

You see him move over to the drawers and dig through his things “I threw some stuff out so how about a pair of boxers?” He holds them up for you to see over his shoulder.

“Sure, I guess they’ll do. Don’t want you staring at my ass” you whisper the last part into his ear as you take the briefs out of his hands.

“Okay, I’m done!” you shout to him and go over to his bed. Pushing back the covers you climb inside and fluff the one pillow that’s on your side.

Kyle watched you get yourself comfy and broke out of his trance and grabbed his laptop. He throws it onto the bed and then takes his hoodie off, you see the small slither of his stomach as his shirt rolled up and avert your eyes.

He slides into the bed beside you and bumps his shoulder against yours. Ignoring it, he grabs the laptop and opens it. “So… what do you wanna watch?” he asks while tapping in his password.

“Whatever, I’m not picky” you slide down so you're on your back and watch his movements as he finds something for you both to watch.

Once you’re both settled and watching the movie, you both speak lightly and eventually you both forget about it.

“I can’t believe he would flood an entire house with bubbles!” you were grabbing your stomach as you laughed, the image of the incident fresh in your mind.

“Yeah at least he got an annoying nickname out of it”

“Mm, you know what Kyle. I’m glad I came in here tonight, you’ve been the best company I’ve had for a while” you smile as you mean every word.

“Well, I didn't have a choice. Someone broke my doorknob” he gave you an accusative look and you frown and push him away “Don’t blame me! You just said its been broken since you moved in”

“And you beat me up in my own bed” he tuts while shaking his head and holds his arm where you pushed him feigning pain.

Yawning once more you realised you’ve become more tired. Laying down with your head against the pillow you turn your head and see him do the same.

“Do we need a pillow wall or can I trust you Garrick” you smirk and watch as he turns the other way.

“I don’t know, can I trust you?” his voice was muffled but you just laughed and turned off the lamp next to his bed.

Several Hours Later

“Oi Kyle, I’m so sorry dude I lost my phone-” Soap burst through the door and stops as he sees the sight before him.

“Farah! Come see this” he whispers and the brunette comes in and gasps.

“They look so cute!”

You were cuddled up against Kyles chest as he has his arms wrapped around you. Both of you looked at peace and slowly both of them walk out of the room and close the door - making you both stay in there for longer.

#gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x you #gaz x you #gaz x female reader #Kyle Garrick x female reader #gaz call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty mw2 #call of duty

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the-swift-tricker · 1 year

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breaking down the members of the batfam:

bruce wayne (emotionally repressed autistic dad/tired but loving/"i'd die for you. ask me to die for you.")

alfred pennyworth (beloved grandfather and backbone of the house/"cool you were in the circus too alfie?" "a different type of circus master richard"/the most flexible on the whole no killing rule thing)

dick grayson (embarrassing "stay silly" older brother/eldest child/self-titled "bruce's little angel")

barbara gordon (adopted bruce more than he adopted her/this family would not survive without her it support/only one who knows how to work the router)

jason todd (the try hard wanna be cool accidentally cool but not in the way he meant brother)

tim drake (gifted child syndrome overachiever middle-child-and-mentally-ill-about-it bisexual nerd)

damian wayne (asshole baby man with a heart of absolute gold and a closet full of swords/tiny and feral/why does he have so many swords??)

stephanie brown (the goldilocks of the family/showed up one day and refused to leave/heartbreaker/know-nothing know-it-all, "get your feet of the furniture, stephanie")

cassandra cain (the darling daughter/autistic queen/"cuddled nicely" and "bit my ass" rolled into one/don't look directly at her too long or you'll fall in love)

duke thomas ("finally someone normal around here"/"oh no he's just as bad"/the day shift/probably does way too many light related puns)

selina kyle ("hot milfs in your area"/bruce's lover on the down low that literally everyone knows about/enamored by his autistic swagger/not married to bruce but would take the kids in the event of divorce)

kate kane (fucking rad lesbian wine aunt/kicker of ass, spoiler of nephews and nieces)

harper row ("alfred where did this punk child come from?"/"SHE'S GOTTA GUN"/best music taste out of any of them/once turned a lawn mower into a drag car/it was awesome)

lucius fox (other grandpa/ twead wearing dad/"bruce you need to pay your taxes"/"bruce getting shot point blank in the back is not advisable"/"bruce the hague tends to frown on child soldiers")

lucas fox (conceivably he should be smarter than getting mixed up in all this/still got mixed up in all this/"don't you think batwings a little too...on the nose?" "says the guy that calls himself batman")

helena bertinelli (cranky cousin that is beloved by a few and feared by all/"why doesn't her boyfriend have a face?"/"SHE'S GOTTA CROSSBOW!")

harley quinn (bisexual vodka aunt that's really just bruce's friend from college/has invited herself over for every hanukkah ever since finding out bruce is jewish too)

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the-faceless-bride · 11 months

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🦋🪷 𝓝ƴന𝚙𝒉𝟶ᥨ𝟶ဌƴ 💧🍃

Warnings? None really, just monster reader and descriptions of near-death, and allusions to capitalism.

Characters? Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap

Fic type? Head canons!

Summary? Headcanons of how 141 found Monster reader, took them home, and now live with them.

A/n: I will be making a full fic of how Reader was found and stuff but until... Headcanons! Also, @sunshine-and-moonshine was the inspo for this.

🧚‍♀️Monster Type?🧚‍♀️

Reader is a Nymph! A Nymph of the air specifically. the powers to control the wind, blend into the clouds and very close to the stars.

Your hair seems to float gracefully as if you have a fan that perfectly blows your hair at all times, your eyes glow an unusually beautiful color, your body seems a bit pale than a normal human would be, and your hands and feet while visible seem to be just slightly see-through the outline of your bones visible, same for you ribcage.

To some you'd be terrifying but to them... You're the most beautiful thing they had ever seen...

🦋 How you meet? 🦋

The boys crashed onto an island in the middle of nowhere, with little rations and no way back home. They tried everything they could to get an S. O. S. But the area they were in didn't have any planes going over it. And after a month or so when the rations were getting low, their sanity started deteriorating being consumed by hunger and thirst. So much so that everyone was starting to eye each other is a dark horrid hunger...

You had been observing for quite some time. You hadn't run into humans in your time of existence. So watching them was very interesting and peaked your curious nature. You wanted to keep them around, unfortunately, it took you a while to figure out why after a month your humans started behaving strangely. You forget that living things need things to survive like food... And water... You didn't want them to die... Or resort to eating each other to survive. You wanted to keep them! Even if you only really needed one.

One by one you visited them, in the darkness of night. Floating to them curling yourself into their side using the air around you, turning it from vapor to water holding your cupped hand to their mouth the other holding their heads. Kissing their faces and necks. Such strange and yet adorable creatures.

🪷 Life with Nymph Reader 🪷

For a while, they were content being here with you. Being given fresh water and you bringing them juicy fruit and fresh meat any time you could. But eventually, they got homesick. And while you wanted to be selfish and keep them here all to yourself. You didn't like seeing your humans so... Sad.

At first, you were sad they wanted to go... But one night Kyle had an amazing idea, you should just come home with them! You were excited about the idea! You haven't been around humans before so traveling where humans would be everywhere would be an interesting learning experience!

Helped build a raft of logs, fallen branches, and thick vines. Just big enough for your humans to sit on. Then you turned into air only your hands visible as you begin to push the raft fast enough to get to the mainland without tearing the raft to pieces.

Getting to the mainland you had to completely shield yourself. And while you had your fun when they were being asked about their survival and interrogated you ran invisible fingers through their hair, kissed along their necks, whispered sweet nothings into their ears. You didn't like being ignored for long periods.

You however weren't the only one who got jealous. Even though you can't be seen by others, the boys still get quite jealous. They also couldn't see you before, you just found them charming and desired to show yourself to them. They are paranoid that you'll find another just as charming and lose interest. But you treasure them and make sure to show them just how much you care for them and no other humans would ever replace them.

Eventually, they all end up living together. Mostly because they couldn't keep it civil and always ended up arguing about whose turn it was to have you for the week. Every night you go from room to room laying with them for a few hours, kissing them, loving them, touching them, fucking them... They love life.

They love you a lot and would gladly go through the tournament they did on that island for a month if it meant meeting you all over again.

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alornights · 11 months

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Bro I am obsessed with your bimbo!Reader it was so good and it honestly reminded me about the song bimbo doll by Tula Tsoil AND PLS THE THINGS I WILL DO FOR A KYLE ONE 🙏🏾🙏🏾

⟢ smarties

➜ in which ! kyle tries to resist the pretty bimbo girl.

🌷 ﹫kyle broflovski.

✩ 🦩 warnings﹗suggestive.

🍧 ⟡ notes — BIMBOS BIMBOS I LOVE BIMBOS LORD

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"I don't know..." The girl beside Kyle whined as he finally looked up from his page having spaced out.

Mr. Garrison sighed, "How the hell do you forget your backpack."

"I was in a rush." You murmured with a pout crossing your arms.

Kyle tilted his head somewhat amused by what was going on, usually, it was Cartman or Clyde making a fuss so this was new.

The girl turned to Kyle batting her long lashes with a smile, "Hey you, help me out?"

"Huh?"

You giggled pushing your desk to be next to him before leaning into him, "You'll help me out with this stuff, right?"

"Huh."

the only reason you guys even started talking was because you were failing half your classes and you begged kyle to tutor and how could he resist with the way you were staring at him.

even though he's mentally scared due to cartman from continuing relationships he just cant help himself.

trust, he tried desperately not to fall into the rabbit hole everyone else at school was going down with you.

but the way you just seemed to be a little more happier around him made his heart beat and he gave up.

yet he can't help but smile knowing cartman can't nor won't be able to get in the way of you two like he has with kyle's past relationships.

you're too dumb to notice, or you just don't fucking care.

maybe he likes you because your so naive in a way.

either way his head spins and his heart begins to explode with every passing day, his desire to be around you intensifying.

"Who would've thought that you of all people would be interested, let alone falling for Y/N of all people." Stan teased with a chuckle gulping down his soda.

Kyle rolled his eyes taking a sip of his own drink, "Me neither."

"Probably because you're too up your ass." Kenny joked with a grin throwing his bottle at Kyle's head.

everything you did was intoxicating to him, he couldn't breath.

the way you would plop yourself up on his desk your chest a little too close to his face, the urge to just plant his hands on your waist becoming all the prominent in his mind.

the way you'd link your arms with his as you walked through the halls, not paying anyone but him attention.

the way you'd just grab his hands without any notice and start playing with them sent shivers of delight down his body.

he lowkey feels like he's on drugs.

and when you start getting along with his brother? its over, he officially fallen head over heels for you.

and once again i give you a romance trope. bimbo pretty girl with the nerdy hot boy. MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN PEOPLE-

and when you started full on flirting with him he thought he'd die.

"You're so handsome Ky..." You murmur with a smile placing your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly.

"You're making me go crazy." He groaned into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer.

You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer, "Am I now?"

he's so interested in the gossip, like actually.

at first, he was iffy when you started telling people's drama but after a while, he was fully invested in these fucking plot lines.

somehow managing to get him to skip class, lord knows how.

oh he turns into such a "rebel" at times with you, maybe even lets you make out with him in the most obvious but not places.

bro starts getting real bold really fast though, calls you angel, precious, darling and all these other things.

confidently just starts bragging to all his friends about having you wrapped around his finger (even tho its also the other way around)

makes a living off of tutoring and dedicates half of it to you.

his dad is also somewhat rich, the guys a lawyer, he probably makes bank and gives allowances to his kids.

"What do you think?" You questioned walking out of the changing room, doing a little twirl before looking at yourself in the mirror to see if you were liking the look.

"Divine." Was all he could say giving you a thumbs up, looking anywhere but your face, watching as your dress began to hike up to your ass due to how tight it was.

"Really?" You questioned happily turning back to him.

He smiled with a laugh. "Really, you look beautiful angel."

you so totally got him into haircare and skin care.

you thought kyle was good looking before? he's looking like an angel sent from heaven a few weeks after consistent care.

you also some how manage to get him to drive you anywhere you wanted for lunch, of course, to study.

loves loves loves getting you to play basketball with him.

lord have mercy on him when you start running. the man is gone.

he'll help show you how to shoot a shot coming up behind you letting his arms go all over you with a smirk.

and god knows what happens when you full on just start making actual moves, actual meaning risky moves.

"Mmmm, Kyle can we go home." You whined, tugging him away from his friends. "Please? 'M so bored watching this."

Kyle sighed kissing your lips lightly, "Soon precious. We're almost done with the match."

You pouted letting your hands go under his shirt to draw circles on his stomach. "Please Ky?"

Kyle paused sucking in a breath taking a look at the other guys who to engrossed in playing basketball before looking at you. "Angel."

"Let's go..." You demanded with an innocent smile, letting your hands fall lower and lower.

Kyle groaned, "The things you do to me, let's go."

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #ILLECEBROUS SERIES — ✿

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jewbeloved · 1 year

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I was wondering if I can request to the main 4 + Craig with an s/o who is sick or with a fracture and has to be cared for? (if no one has requested it yet)

sorry for my bad english btw!

Team Stan + Craig taking care of their sick s/o🤧🤒❤️🤢

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🌀

He's not really that good at taking care of sick people but he tries his best so bare with him please 😢

He is good at checking your temperature and making sure it's not too high.

He definitely asks his mom to make you some soup because the last time he tried to make it, the house almost burned down 😭😭😭

Probably calls Kyle for advice since he has absolutely no clue what he is doing.

He probably snuggle up to you and give you cuddles even if he gets sick from you, he just wants you to be better alright :(

Kisses, cuddles, food, gifts, anything. Just name it and he will make sure to get it for you.💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🍏

He would probably do better then Stan tbh.

The only things he could probably make you are instant noodles, and chicken soup. Sorry but he's not a 5-star chef, if you want something else He's going to have to ask his mom to make it because he has no clue how to.

He would probably also wear a mask around you while he's giving you medicine or other things you need, he's not mocking you or anything he just doesn't want to get sick by you, he hates being sick.

So for your own amusement and fun you tried to cough on Kyle to piss him off and it worked, why you little...no more kisses or cuddles for the rest of the week!

Even though that 'no kisses or cuddles' punishment would probably only last for 5 mins because let's be honest, Kyle loves affection and he probably couldn't go a day without giving you kisses or cuddles.

And you also couldn't go a day without at least pissing off Kyle. 🤗😂💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🧨

How many dollars you wanna bet that he would probably also be one of the causes of you being sick?

I'd say $40.

If you want food, he'll ask his mom to make it as well but he'll also probably snatch your plate away when you're taking a break from eating it tbh.

If you want medicine he might give you the one you hate the most, what? He's a dick to everyone and to you as well but not extreme like everyone else.

If you're upset or you're feeling your not getting any better. Cartman will then drop his foolish act and playing around and start to get serious about making you feel better. It's literal no fun when you're just in bed all day instead of tolerating his BS, giving him affection, and attention like you used to when you weren't sick.

Get better soon okay? No matter how much he wants to deny or hide it, he is secretly worried about you whenever you're sick.❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🧀

He may be poor, but that doesn't mean he can't take care of his s/o like he did was his sister.

This mfer will gladly hold you in his arms while cuddling, he doesn't care if you accidentally get him sick >:(

When giving you medicine, he just god hopes that the one you need is cheap because or else he won't have enough money to buy it for you, so he'll have to pickpocket somebody.

This boy will do anything to help you get better, even If he has to die to do so. But he will stop being reckless if your blood pressure goes up from worrying too much about him.

Making food for you is going to be quite hard since his family is poor and they don't have that much groceries.

So he probably asks his friends on what he should do when you're hungry.

Cartman obviously gave him shitty advice, Kenny didn't know what to told until he saw you ordering some food from your (favorite food place) on the phone.

"I can't just lay down in bed and let you stress out yourself Ken, so I will also try my best to help myself get better!" 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡.

💙 Craig Tucker 🐹

Another great caring boyfriend.

You can't hide your sickness from him. Get onto your bed and relax on there, and let Craig do his magic he's going to get rid of that sickness of yours.

Medicine? He already has a full stock, just tell him the one you need to take. (How tf does he have a whole stock of medicine though O.O)

But similar to Kyle, he doesn't like being sick himself so he does keep his distance from you just a little so you don't accidentally sneeze or cough on him.

He's going to be taking your temperature every 2 hours while having an ice pack on your head if you say you're having a headache.

As long as your temperature is normal, his hard work of getting you better is paying off 🤗

It doesn't matter how many times you get sick, you can always count on Craig to help you get better. But he will be slightly annoyed at you getting sick on purpose though. 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Dreidel dreidel dreidel dreidel

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completeoveranalysis · 28 days

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[9]

EXCUSE ME LET'S SEE THAT AGAIN

FOR SCIENCE

AH YES

AH YES LOOK AT THIS WONDERFUL PIECE WE HAVE TO VIEW HERE TODAY

LET’S ALL HAVE A MOMENT OF APPLAUSE

THE MOMENT OF CLOSURE I WASN’T ENTIRELY SURE WE WOULD BE GETTING????

If Kyle had disappeared offscreen never to be seen again, I would have complained absolutely, but I would have understood, considering how everyone else in this conflict has SUCH HIGHER stakes! How do you find room for Kyle when your opponents are our beloved Syaoran and Evil Wolverine himself?

AND YET HERE WE ARE

A GIFT JUST FOR US

KYLE RONDART DEAD ON SCREEN

A BIG DRAMATIC MOMENT JUST FOR KYLE

AND IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT HIM

HE WASN’T EVEN IMPORTANT

HE WAS JUST THE DECOY

COMPLETELY MEANINGLESS TO THE VERY END

AND YET WE STILL GET TO SEE HIM GO, WITH FURY :D

It’s everything I could have wanted.

NO WAIT IT GOT BETTER!

In his final moment Kyle UNDERSTANDS.

He KNOWS now that he was only there to be used. Like everyone else, he was just a tool to Evil Wolverine and nothing more.

He was only there in the first place to unknowingly take the hit. Evil Wolverine not just allowed him to die but intended him to die.

Kyle dies knowing Evil Wolverine never gave a shit about him, and let him be murdered on purpose without defending him.

WHAT A GIFT TO ME PERSONALLY.

Unfortunately I suppose that means the mirror isn’t actually destroyed after all, but still! I’ll take it! And the shadow Evil Wolverine hovering in the background framed by Kyle’s falling blood is PEAK design.

#QUICK I NEED TO WRITE A LETTER #DEAR GROSUM YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE JUST HAPPENED #PLEASE TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND THE GOOD NEWS #:D #:DDDD #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 211 #Kyle Rondart #Evil Wolverine #HAPPY ALMOST CLAMP DAY KYLE DEATH #WHAT A GIFT #Kyle being discarded like a tool #The same way he used the children in Jade #FITTING HUH?#Oh! ANd Kyle dying COVERED in Evil WOlverine's symbols #Because this moment isnt even about him!#His own death isnt even about him! And neither was his life!

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babygorewhore · 10 months

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Texting The Evan’s. Fluffy edition. They’re clingy.

I love this series!!! Lemme know what other scenarios you wanna see! Warnings! NONE! Pure fluff.

Tate Langdon.

“I can’t believe you’re going out. What about all the board games we could play. I would even let you win at scrabble.”

“Babe. It’s just for an hour. You’ll be okay.”

“Fine. I’ll keep your side of the bed warm as you forget about me.”

“Tate I’m not going to forget about you.”

“I bet you already have…I miss your hugs.”

“TATE!”

Kit walker.

“Baby, how much longer are you going to be out with your friends?”

“Mmm. I probably won’t get home until midnight. Maybe later.”

“But what about us watching The vampire diaries? We’re just about to meet Klaus. 🥺”

“I thought you didn’t like that show.”

“I DONT! I just watch it because you like it…”

“Okay. Well. I guess I’ll have to watch Damon all by myself…”

“What, no!”

Kyle Spencer.

“🥺”

“Aw. Why are you sad, baby?”

“Miss you.”

“I miss you too. I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“💕🤤🥺😭😂😵🥲😵😢😍🙏🏼👀💕🤤🌹”

“Kyle. Use your words, sweetie.”

“💀”

Jimmy Darling.

“Sugar, when you coming to see me? I missed you at the show.”

“I know, I’m sorry Jimmy. I got super busy at work. I won’t be done for at least two hours.”

“Two hours? I’ll die without you.”

“No, you won’t. You’ll be okay, baby.”

“Look…I’m already halfway in the ground.”

“What’s going to help you?”

“Kissing you?”

Kai Anderson.

“So. When are you coming back?”

“I’ll be home in three hours.”

“Make it two.”

“Why? You miss me or something?”

“Obviously not. But I’m just sitting in the basement. Everyone is gone. Just wondering…”

“Sure.”

“OKAY FINE. I MISS YOU. ARE YOU HAPPY?”

“A little.”

“Fuck you.”

“Awww. You’re so sweet 🥹”

“Yeah yeah…”

James Patrick March.

“Dearest, I must inquire when you’re going to return to the Cortez. I’m alone here with a drink. Only dreaming of your presence joining me.”

“Oh, James. I miss you too. But my mother isn’t finished visiting me.”

“I suppose I must allow this visit. But I can never seem to let you go.”

“Awww. You love me!”

“More than the stars, the moon and the galaxy, my little fox. I’ll be waiting for you.”

@howtobesasha

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Part 1: In which the first encounter of Ravine leaves unpleasant or pleasant memories for some of our CoD characters with John Price / Gaz Kyle Garrick / Simon Ghost Riley

Part 2: John Soap MacTavish / König

Part 3: with Phillip Graves / Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Rudy Parra

(Totally didn’t cloud his head because I can’t draw his customized helmet)

Warning: I know nothing about the military and stuff😭

If I wrote smt that the characters wouldn’t say, please correct me because I don’t know any slang from their nationalities either or point out any mistakes I have made. LET ME KNOW please! So I can fix them. 😰 I’m not a great writer, especially because I live under a rock so don’t expect too much. Feel free to bash me in the comments if I use a bad/forbidden word from your country, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose🙏💦

Let me know if Ravine passes as a xMale!Reader or a xMale!OC :’))

John Price

Price wanted to leave this hellish place as soon as possible

It was uncomfortably hot that he believed his flesh was oozing down his bones. No one knew what caused this overwhelming heat and the man wasn’t exactly ecstatic to find it out either with the scent of burned flesh hitting him hard on the nose.

Gradually the corpses of the enemy trope increased the deeper he went down the concealed facility. Price grimaces under his breath at the torched faces, skin tissues were burned off which showed the flesh underneath that was still bubbling and sizzling. The blackened chunks of flesh sitting on the ground continued to smolder while what leftover blood turns to steam as it spills from the wound.

Following his gut feeling, Price ends up in a corridor splattered with the blood of the victims he was supposed to spill. Including the objective of this mission, although the label wasn’t plastered on an unmoving, lifeless weapon that Price thought it would when Shepard sent him down in this hellhole.

“Bloody hell- Laswell, I… found the objective.”

The name was plastered on the door of the open cell with a human inside, sitting in front of a pile of corpses that looked like civilians. It- They- were motionless beside the immense heat reeking from its body which left more questions than answers for the bearded man.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz believes Ravine to be a heartless machine.

He watched the masked man run past falling soldiers without wavering in his steps. No reaction as his teammates die before his eyes or struggle until their last breaths. Sees him leave the training room after finishing beating up everyone until exhaustion as they lay on the ground groaning.

Ravine doesn’t care about anything or anyone, and possibly not even himself. He takes orders after orders, sometimes requesting to solo it, as if a team would only drag him through the mud.

Gaz hears the whispers of hatred towards Ravine, how heartless and cold he is. How rude he is with how he answers with one word only. How unnerving it is to be in the room while he just stands there silently, not knowing where he is actually staring at through his helmet he never takes off.

Ravine doesn’t care about anything.

Gaz believed that Ravine was a heartless machine.

He saw Ravine running to the nearest corpse of their fallen brothers and sisters after the mission was done. The tall male scoops them up like broken glass, aloof at getting soiled or that there are special units to collect their bodies coming later. Ravine makes sure to leave no one behind and pile them together next to each other with their possessions as carefully as one could be, before paying his respects.

Gaz heard the heartless Ravine requesting to solo the missions when he deemed it to be too dangerous for the others as the higher ups know Ravine to be capable enough to do it on his own due to being different from any other existing soldiers, whatever that was supposed to mean.

Gaz noticed the soldier rushing back towards the training room with first aids, water, snacks and towels. He peeked inside to discover a relaxed atmosphere with the recruits chatting to each other tiredly, some drinking from their cup and gnawing on the energybar like hungry bears. They were sitting in a line and at the end was the cold Ravine giving them medical care.

The hateful whispers have turned into harmless jabs, whether it be about a new recruit being in trouble for something small as breaking a plate and pushing that soldier towards Ravine as if he was going to play alongside them.

His limited vocabulary was slowly picked up by them. Instead of saying “Yes”, some have started to respond with Ravine’s “Aye”s towards each other. Each time they couldn’t help grin when they see Ravine slouch even more than he already is from their jest.

“Fuck I’m hungry.” He hadn’t intended to say it so loudly, not that anyone was around to hear Gaz anyways. It was late and cold, he couldn’t wait to duck out and make something to eat and throw himself in bed.

But not even an hour later something warm touches his cheek from behind him and he jolts back in surprise from the warmth. He sees Ravine stepping back just as much, before hiding his body behind the corner, his upper part still sticking out with an arm stretched towards him with a bag.

“...Is that for me?”

“Aye.”

He slowly reaches towards the bag, a familiar smell reaching his nose. Gaz couldn’t help but smile when he opened the package with his favorite food and a thermos inside, his stomach growling loudly in urgency to take a bite.

Turning around to thank the man, his words are lost in his throat when the faceless soldier is nowhere to be seen.

Gaz believes that Ravine is a warm person who loves and cares in his own way.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost had been sent off to capture someone from a hideout. It was supposed to be easy but missions always go astray. What else he didn’t account for was the soldier sent by his superior to wipe them all out on the opposite side of the building. This wouldn’t have been a problem if the soldiers knew of each other’s existences.

One of them needed the target alive, the other came for a massacre.

When they crossed paths, shots were fired and when all bullets were gone, knives were raised. While It didn’t matter who died first, it would not end well with either loss. Weren’t it for the chain of commands voice ringing through both of their coms, the machete would have gone through his arm.

Ravine as Ghost came to know, backed away from him and kept that distance throughout the whole operation. Now that he got the go to kill everyone, the lieutenant saw how efficient the other was. No hesitation, no stumbling, no waiting- Ghost let the silent man do what he wanted, out of curiosity what he could do.

The lieutenant started trusting the newcomer more when Ravine jumped behind him without flinching and threw his chained machete at the enemy targeting his back. With a pull the weapon was back into his hands and his head whipped around,Ghost could mentally hear the snap.

His helmet moved in sharp, short turns at the lieutenant until he realized he was eyeing him for injuries beside the ones he himself inflicted on him a few minutes ago.

“All good Ravine. Let’s move.”

Back at their headquarters, Ghost would find little trinkets in front of the room he was currently occupying with a note stuck on it “I am very sorry for almost murdering you.” He knew immediately who this was from, especially since his ‘murderer’ in question has avoided him like the pest.

At first he thought nothing of it besides not liking him very much which happens anywhere in the workspace. But it got out of hand when Ghost came into the kitchen to get some tea and Ravine straight out jumped out the window.

It was the second floor.

Price had sighed into his palm so loudly, his soul could be seen leaving him. “I corner him and I want you to talk to him. He’s letting the guilt eat him up and I can’t let that happen.”

The captain literally shooed the tall man like a cat into his office with Ghost and held him by the collar of his turtleneck to keep him from leaving. For once Ravine stood at his full height and the lieutenant had to tilt his head up.

“Bloody hell…”

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thisfanisgonesorry · 3 months

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in sickness (and in flames) — john price

first you get hurt, and then there’s healing; its a process, believe me

tags: kyle “gaz” garrick mentioned, angst, hurt/comfort, injury resulting in chronic pain, ptsd, flashbacks and pov switches. -> fem!wife reader but also not really an x reader fic if that makes sense? just give her a chance;; 4.7k wc

a/n: this is self indulgent "fuck off and die" fic /lh (nerve dmg sucks) but might add more to it yet, who knows

💊

He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, clenching and unclenching his fists periodically. The memory ingrained in his head as he ignored the figure looming over him.

Bullets whizzed past them as he barked orders, directing his soldiers through cover, to eventual evac. To safety. There were so many of them that there wasn’t time to stop and shoot, the only option was to run, sprint, hide, use cover to your advantage, don’t let them get to you. His orders filled the air and cackled over the radio as he demanded backup or some form of overwatch.

He stood in the doorway to a building, his ears ringing from the sudden outburst of violence, dust covering every position, impossible to see how many shooters were from any angle, he waved his arm, gesturing to them to rush from cover-to-cover. He kept a count of his soldiers, mumbling names and numbers under his breath. His fingers looped into the edge of their vests or backpacks like you would on the scruff of a dogs neck, heaving them into the room and pushing them past the doorway threshold as he counted.

Bravo 6-2 walked through the door and John sighed in relief, giving him a pat on the back, and he continued to lead them through the building, not giving himself a moment of repose. ‘Everyone made it to safety’ echoed in his thoughts, the only thing that mattered.

“Anyone hit?” His voice hoarse as he scanned the group. He was met with reassurance from them, everything and everyone was fine, maybe a few minor injuries, but they were okay. That’s the only thing that mattered.

He raised his hands, two fingers pointing upwards as he glanced, squinting through the dust before waving, rushing through. His mind was fogged, which he now kicked himself for. He wanted to rush this, get out as quickly as he could manage. But if he just took his time —

A loud thud as he fell to the ground, blood seeping through his uniform but his body numb and tingly. He patted himself down as he tried to figure out where he was shot but nothing, the blood was thick to cover its origin, and his eyes wide, his eyebrows knitted in focus, trying to clear his thoughts despite the heavy rain of gunfire surrounding him.

His men covered him quickly, trying to pull him to his feet, but a rough, barked. “Go!” filled the air, a demand of desertion that was swiftly ignored.

“Sir, we’re not leaving without you.” 6-2 spoke firm, picking up the fallen soldier quickly and heaving his arm over his shoulder. There was an unspoken glare between them, a silent argument. Though the soldier averted his gaze, taking his role as second in command immediately in stride.

John was silent, observing, uncontesting the willingness of his soldiers to save him. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe they’d truly leave him behind, but the quick thinking would earn some medals.

The hospital was worse than the battlefield. Half of his body was numb, though he sat there clenching and unclenching his fists, wriggling whatever part of his body could move. His voice was ragged from exhaustion, and rough from the lack of hydration. Despite knowing better, he just couldn’t bring himself to drink anything, or to eat. He simply laid there, fighting for control over his body.

The bullet was removed from his spine and laid next to him, covered in his dried blood that crusted the pristine silver, it laid idly in the metal tin, but John couldn’t help but glare at it like it offended him.

His body laid straight and flat on the hospice mattress to ease the spinal column. His eyes stayed glued to the roof, though his eyes failed him, and despite his instinct, he fought to look away from the offensive side-table.

He’d been hospitalised for weeks while the army did their last duty to support him. Nurses coming in and out to make sure he left in the best of conditions, though he couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

A letter of discharge sat on the table next to him, sided with a bottle of water and using the metal tin with the bullet as a paperweight. The victoria cross was placed formally on top of the discharge paper, gifted to him while he slept.

As weeks went on, small tidbits were left on his side table as farewells, as souvenirs, as gifts. It wasn’t long before the news of Captain John Price’s discharge made its way around the base.

His spine recovered quickly, no major damage — not paralysed permanently. Once he was able to sit up without insufferable pain, he analysed the few items that were left for him. He rattled the tin, staring down at the bullet and cursing it for changing the trajectory of his life. The paper insulted him slightly, and he dreaded the day where he’d have to sign it, he was putting it off as long as he could, doing his best to ignore it’s presence, but his time was nearing. He couldn’t stay in this infirmary forever.

The Victoria Cross, in all its glory. He picked it up carefully, treating it like it was fragile. It wasn’t his to discard. He analysed the soft red ribbon, running his calloused finger over it. Awarded for astounding bravery. He flipped it over, to find the date of such an event labelled on the centre of the cross, and one ‘Kyle Garrick’ engraved into the suspender bar.

“You’re lucky to even be able to walk.” Were words that made his eyes glaze over, and they were always met with a brisk, formal nod. How was he supposed to respond to that information? He was bombarded with information like that, how he was lucky to be able to walk, how he was so lucky that it didn’t do more damage than it did. How much luck would he have needed to not get hit at all?

So he laid there, staring up at the ceiling at the memory. Fists clenched and unclenched. “Honey?” Was called out from the dark, and he turned his head, sitting up briefly to see his darling wife. “Made you some tea.”

The glass was sat next to him and he stared up at me like he’d seen a saint. “I love you.” He spoke, like if he didn’t say it, then there would be no way for her to remember on her own. A chaste kiss, and a reassuring palm on the back of her waist was the physical touch that soothed his mind, though he continued to linger on the thoughts.

He was tired, beyond so, a permanent scowl hidden behind his outgrown beard, he’d neglected most forms of self care at this point in his life. He’d shaved it once — the day before he came home. He stood in front of the mirror for an hour just staring at his reflection, dreading what would come next, like it would be something bad until he forced himself into maintenance.

He walked up to the doorstep, his bag slung over his shoulder and the discharge paper firmly on his hand. He presented it like a child who just got an ‘F’ on their test, handing it to their disapproving mother that expected better. The look of shame that covered his face. The pleading in his eyes.

I carefully took the paper from his hands, confused by his expression before seeing the glaring sentences. ‘Certificate of discharge from active duty’ plastered across the top, as well as his name and neighbouring information. A mumbled ‘what?’ escaped my lips as I continued to skim, knowing few of the words, but wanting that extra confirmation.

‘Medical discharge’ stuck out awfully. There was information about the discharge scattered throughout the letter, something or other mentioning medical retirement and the permanent disability retirement list. “John, what’s this?” I asked, met with silence, the soldier continuing to stand tall. “What happened?” His heart sank, his reserve falling. God, did he feel selfish.

He walked into the large, oh-so-empty house, and he half-expected to get dragged by the ear. “Got shot.” He grumbled under his breath. “Don’t even know how it happened — it was all so fast.” His breath quickened, his heart racing at the shooting memory of the pain that slithered down his body before the numbness took hold.

I wrapped my arms around him, and he fell silent. The words stopped pouring and he slumped down, letting his large, strong arms wrap around the smaller torso, and he accepted the act of affection warmly despite the way his gut churned in disappointment in himself.

All that hard work, and for what? What did it even pay off for?

Weeks passed, and he struggled to cope with the knowledge that he’d never go back to work. The pension came in smoothly, he was given what was needed to live comfortably, they did their part to make sure he was well-cared for. Government wise or other. He was supplied for, and that left a tight feeling in his chest that he didn’t like.

He wasn’t disabled — not by a long shot. Not in his eyes. Though that fiery pain that starts in the heel of his foot and quickly strikes up his leg like lightning spoke otherwise, like an echo behind his voice that said the opposite of his words.

Once again, he laid in bed, the sheets kicked off his aching, touch-hot legs, though they stayed wrapped around his doting lover. Why wasn’t he able to support his wife the same way he did before? It twisted him up and spat him out.

“Love you.” Was mumbled into the flesh of his neck, and he gave a sharp exhale, sighing at the words and closing his eyes, basking in the moment. He held his breath when he thought about these things — holding his breath in hopes it eased the tightness in his chest. He let out a soft laugh. She noticed, of course she did.

His arms squeezed them closer together, the same way he used to. Not much had changed besides his body. The sudden ache in his muscles, the discomfort. The all-too-well known demotivation that came with upheavals of change. The only other thing that changed, a good change, was his lack of motif bred a healthy amount of weight gain.

‘Soft around the edges’ were the words of choice. They reverberated around his skull for a few days, and he sulked and sulked, unsure how he felt about it. Initially taking it as an insult before that consciousness in the back of his head reminded him that he was loved.

“Love you too.” He brooded.

“Stop thinking so much.” I hummed, letting it hang in the air the same way he hung his head in shame. He let out a gruff hum of approval, letting me know my words were heard, but he wasn’t happy to hear them.

He woke, stirring slightly and noticing the distinct emptiness in his arms that he’d grown familiar with, though it continued to be strange. His arms reached out, patting a side of the bed, before he picked himself up, opening his eyes to be met with the distinct *clink* of his cup of tea placed gently on the bedside table.

“Hate it when you do that.” Was his confession. He loathed the feeling of waking up alone, and it was salt in the wound to know that she did it for him. He always felt like it was his job to be the caretaker, the provider, so for it to suddenly be ripped away like that? It killed him. Anyone with half a mind would be incredulously grateful that their partner loves them enough to care for them back the same way, versus whatever Jennifer Tilly has going on the side. But for whatever reason, never John Price.

He wasn’t met with a response, just an affectionate smile as the day continued, not pausing for a moment, it never did anymore. He missed the closeness, the affections. More than anything, he missed the intimacy.

He was kicking himself for letting it affect the marriage, because of course it did — of course it would. He couldn’t believe himself. He managed to find someone so loving, so caring, so supportive, so radiant. So unbelievably perfect. His own bitter, brooding pushing away the one good thing he had left.

The only thing he felt that continued to function in his body correctly was his heart.

He gave a deep sigh, his hands tightly holding onto the side of the sink as he sat in the big house alone, oh; it felt so empty sometimes. His knuckles noticeably paler from how tight he held onto the sink, analysing his face.

He picked the sleep from his eyes and ran his hands over his beard, running his nails through the messy hair. The electric razor buzzed to life in his hands, he held it to his cheek and let it remove all the excess unkemptness.

A low growl rumbled through him, his hands struggling to respond to the actions his brain told him as he tried to trim his beard, the guard pressing into the fur and trimming it as it fell into the sink. The door behind him clicked, his arm tensed and the safe-guard failed, pressing deeper and a ball of fluff falling into the basin, a small bald patch forming on his cheek.

I apologised needlessly, assuming I was the distraction that caused the incident. “I’m sorry.” — I greeted him warmly, a reassuring touch, and he scowled, though there was no frustration; only disappointment. — He sucked his teeth, moving his jaw for easier access as he clean-shaved his face, leaving his cheeks bare and naked for the first time in years.

“Not your fault.” He responded gruffly, turning the razor off and swapping it between hands, shaking his dominant one briefly before going back to his actions. His cheeks were stubbled as he tried to keep it smooth, though he was heavily limited.

The razor was placed down on the side of the bench, and he rubbed the smooth skin, feeling the dull bristles over his fingers. It took him a moment, the person in the reflection looked nothing like him, it almost prompted a double take. He hadn’t looked this baby-faced in so long but it was welcome. Maybe even the change he needed. “I’m proud of you.” He froze, nodding with a thick swallow and slight gasp of air, almost like the words itself hurt more than a gunshot.

“Thank you.”

“It looks nice.” I whispered, my palm on his strong, muscled back. “You look nice.”

He leant into the touch, his shoulders relaxing and his body untensing at the reassurance. I rested my chin on his shoulder, and ran my hands up and down his arms, taking in his beauty. He was tired, and the conversation felt like a stab in the chest. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He grumbled, shuffling from foot to foot, rolling his shoulders as a slight innuendo that he didn’t want me touching him, and the conversation ended there. His words were terse — and I pulled away slowly at his actions.

He turned to me hesitantly, breaking eye contact with his own reflection, a million untamed thoughts running through his head. “I love you.” He reassured, a soft kiss on my forehead, feeling the stubble scratch me slightly, his nose pressing into my hairline, a firm hand on my shoulder as a vague form of affection like he did to his soldiers, the ones that he misses so dearly.

The sound of dishes clinking into the sink filled the kitchen. “I’m sorry.” He spoke with his chest, all puffed like a scared animal trying to survive against a predator. The tall, strong ex-soldier was now acting like nothing more than prey. “For everything. For.. All of it.” He struggled on his words with a sigh.

“What? You didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t.” He commented, his voice low like it was a warning. “Don’t try and act like it’s nothing and don’t—” His words caught in his throat. “Don’t think you have to take care of me.”

The silence was overwhelming, consuming the room and filling the air like a noxious gas. What was I meant to say to that? I shook my head, wordless, unblinking, unmoving, unbreathing. My mouth fell open to speak, though I pressed it into a thin line, keeping myself quiet. What do I say? He noticed the awkwardness, and sighed once again.

“Didn’t mean it like that.” He admitted, the roughness to his voice like gravel, like a man who hadn’t slept in days, lying awake, memories haunting him and the rigid words he planned to say to his doting lover filling his senses, but now he was here saying them it was fleeting. “You know what I meant, just..”

“John.”

“I know that this can’t be easy for you—”

“Like it’s easy for you?” I quickly retorted and he fell silent, his eyes staring through me as his mind lingered on the next argument for him to make. Though it seemed every argument he made quickly fell to an impasse.

“You shouldn’t have to take care of me.” “I’m your wife, I’m doing what I’ve always done.”

“I should be the one supporting you.” “You’re still getting paid, aren’t you?”

“What kind of man gets like this?” “A man that gets shot in the spine, and should count his blessings that he can still walk.” “I should’ve done a better job.” “You could’ve done better by telling me you were hospitalised.”

The room fell silent after the last dry, airy comment. He felt like he’d been shot all over again. “Look.. I’m sorry for that.” He said earnestly. A pause, a beat. “I don’t think that this is what you signed up for.”

“What about ‘in sickness and in health’?” Another silence, another pause, another beat. The air felt humid, sticky with tension, like a bead of sweat could roll down the side of his forehead, down his temple and slick onto the now bare-faced man.

“Don’t twist my words.”

“I know what I signed up for.” And the argument ended there. His stomach twisted up, why was he doing this? He was once again chewing himself up. Why was he pushing everything away? Why couldn’t he just get over it.

His thoughts scurried as he sat alone, dwindling on the minor argument, a common sight now. Why did he do that? How can such a tiny piece of lead do so much damage? How can it rewire his entire life? How can it rewire his brain? He dreaded the thoughts that always came next — is he selfish for wishing it took it instead? It was never a thought that he meant. Never truly, earnestly something he meant.

He was lonely. It was obvious. He’d lost his job, all his friends and all of his connections. He loathed it, and he wanted anything to take up his time. He itched to distract himself, to move his mind away from the guilt. He was fighting and he hated it — so he walked.

Walking made his feet burn, his big and heavy combat boots never felt like such a burden. Weighing down his body as he trudged along. He continued to walk anyway, working his legs back into metaphorical shape. It was a struggle, a fight, and how he managed to do this every day of his life before was a distant memory.

The ex-soldier continued to brute force his way through the pain. He convinced himself that the pain was like a runners-high where if he pushed past it, there’d be a sudden burst of renewal, though it never came.

He pushed through the front door, heavy footsteps banging on the floor, a wince in each step. He had a tired frown, searching the house idly. He placed a bag of food on the bench, a sigh escaping his lips as he wrapped his arms around his beloved. “Darling..” His voice was gravelly from the sudden uptake of smoking and yelling. “Got us some food.” He tried to speak sweetly as a surrender, a statement that there was not an argument to be had.

“You’re done being a baby?” I mumbled and he let out a silent grunt of disapproval, though he took it in stride. A weak stride as his chin rested on my shoulder, his beard scratching my neck as he nuzzled slightly.

“Guess so.” He sighed, earning a nod. “‘S your favourite.” His eyes drooped, peaking at what kept my hands occupied. He tried to keep his attitude light, but all attempts of talking fell flat on its face. “C’mon, talk to me.”

I slinked out of his hold, turning to face him and he locked me into place, both hands holding the bench on either side of me, his tall figure looming over me dearly, the ghost of an embrace. “This is f’you.” I commented, handing him the cup of tea. Honey, herbs, tealeaves, sugar, milk. Spice, everything nice. He smiled, half-lidded eyes. “How was your walk?” He shrugged, he took the cup, and he was less domineering as he no longer trapped me between the counter and his large build.

“Good — and good.” He nodded, sipping the tea and gesturing to it with a short lift. He adored the new tea flavours, the variation between them. He was just a bland black breakfast type of guy, enforced by the lack of choice between being a military man and living alone with no desire to explore, but he can’t say he didn’t enjoy the list of flavours being thrown at him, too many to count or remember, but he knew most of them taste amazing, but he couldn’t distinguish if the love it was made with had something to do with it.

“And you? How are you?”

He licked his lips, excess tea wet on his moustache. “Suppose ‘m good.” His eyes were untelling, keeping all the secrets he’d ever seen in his life balled up in his pocket like a handkerchief, stained with the blood, sweat and tears of the memories, the ultimate grime that got stuck under his fingernails and buried into the crevices of his brain. He noticed the way he was being analysed, scanned by those knowing eyes. “Things should’ve been different.” He eventually grumbled, caving slightly at the all-too-intimidating stare of a lover wanting the truth.

“But they’re not.” Were the harsh words that responded to him, he knew better; it didn’t mean to come across like that but with all the lingering tension filling the air like dust mites, what was he to do but take it personally? “And there’s nothing you can do about it but move forward. You should know that.” I continued, trying to make my tone more gentle but failing.

“I do know that.” He said defensively, and there was a moment of silence as the tension peaked. Another argument loomed, and he coaxed himself into relaxing. “I’m just trying to get through it.” He explained. “I think if I just—”

“You’re pushing yourself.”

“That’s what I’ve always done.” He responded dumbly. “You gotta push through the—”

“Stop.” Cracked through the air like a whip, and he tensed, putting the tea down with a clink. “Pushing yourself is how this doesn’t get any better. You need to just relax, and get used to everything.”

“You know that’s not what I’m like.” He said back like a warning, though he caught his words between his fingers before they could be twisted. “And I know I’m not in the army anymore.”

“So why don’t you act like it instead of making everything worse?”

He cleared his throat, averting his gaze at the words that made his heart sink into his gut, like he could digest it at any second. “I don’t want to fight. I never want to fight you..” He said calmly and slowly despite his tense demeanour. His tone was low and cautious like he was talking to a cornered animal. He took a step back, hands raised in defence, physically moving away for space, trying to relieve the feeling of being trapped. “I want to eat dinner with you, ‘n’ watch a movie on the couch. Like we used to, yeah?”

Part of him felt that lingering doubt. Were these arguments just misguided, misplaced care like a child forgetting their toy? Or were they a symptom of a vacant husband that for once, is finally home, and is that too much?

He watched the awkward shuffles as the figure pushed past him, inspecting the bag like he was a liar, as if he didn’t actually get his wifes favourite food. The tension was unbelievably palpable, and he watched every move carefully. A short huff, and they met glances, and he had a knowing feeling in his chest.

“Can we just pretend everythin’s fine? This.. This is jus’ a rough patch, baby.” He spoke reassuringly, trying to calm the thick air but his words were calloused and rough like he didn’t fully believe them, like how the next reaction went would define the difference between truth and wishful thinking. “Look at me.” He said firmly, interrupting his degrading thoughts. “We’ll be okay. We’re okay.”

“Are you saying that for me or for yourself?” I commented, handing him his takeout dish, and an airy silence took us before he gave a light shrug, a soft smile. He took it briskly, almost curtly, and he reached to grab mine, holding both in his large hands then deftly moving around the kitchen, swinging around to avoid any flying bullets that could fire randomly from the argument.

“Does it matter?” He answered, happily carrying both of our meals over his head, knowing I wouldn’t be able to reach him and stop him until they were placed on the coffee table with a clink of the cutlery. His large hands looked comical, his small cup of tea in one hand and his other hand carrying everything else together.

I bit back all the sardonic grumbles, slumping down with a thud onto the couch, it creaked under his large figure and we shared an expecting glance, unspoken words were beyond audible.

“I want you to understand that I need to do what I’ve always done.” He brooded. He’d spent every other day of his life pushing himself to the limits, following orders, doing what he’s told, risking his life, everything that’s expected from a soldier. “It’s who I am.”

A silence, a distant sound of clicking of the remote skimming through the TV, trying to find some form of movie that’d fill the tremendously awkward silence. Click-click-click. What to watch, what to watch? What to relive the youth of the strained relationship? To pretend that everything is honestly, truly fine, just for a miniscule moment.

“I know this — change — is hard on you.”

There was a moment of eye contact, a look of pleading recognition, a want of his life back despite what was taken from him. A want flashed behind my eyes of simply wanting him to be grateful for what he still has, not for what he lost. There would always be that miscommunication and he knew that it would always be a critical language barrier.

“I love you.” He reminded me like there’d be no tomorrow. Like all these temporary problems would all pile up and result into one permanent landslide of a solution, something drastic, something he dared not even mention or think or say aloud, nor spell in his mind with fear of accidentally jinxing his life.

A sigh escaped my lips, and I understood, of course I did, but was this argument even worth it anymore if it created nothing but incessant guilt and paranoia? The TV flashed to life, the movie was selected as he tried to move onwards, away from the taut past. The intro sequence played out slowly, the music quiet and low in the apartment air like white noise.

“John.. It’ll get better, you know?”

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snow--berry · 4 months

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Random Headcanons #3

Characters: John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley

John Price

•Has fought with Ghost over what tea is best.

•Favors Gaz and Ghost and he thinks he's slick but EVERYONE knows.

•Has bunny slippers just because I said so.

•Started getting grey-hairs early because of a few certain people. *cough cough* Soap and Gaz *cough cough*

•He knows Laswell's wife.

•Watches old movies and when people tell him that the movie he's watching is like 20 years old he almost dies.

•Best dad!

•Waits until New Years Eve to throw away the Christmas tree.

•Almost impossible to out-drink.

•Doesn't understand what a peepaw is and why Gaz, Soap and Roach are calling him one.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

•He'd wear make up and a frilly dress if you asked him to.

•He'd get matching dresses with Soap.

•Listens to loud music at night and thinks no one knows but everyone does.

•Low-key intimidated by König. Just like most people.

•I feel like he'd also go by he/they.

•I feel like pink, purple and green would all be good colors on him.

•Him and Soap totally kiss, we all know it. Ghost is not happy.

•Laswell is his unofficial mom.

•He can't choose between cats and dogs.

•One of the most confident and mentally healthy people in this place.

John "Soap" MacTavish

•Stares at Ghost's ass on a regular basis. Sorry not sorry.

•Sings Scottish songs in the shower and has no shame about it.

•Also has a big and loving family.

•Would totally wear a dress or a skirt and no one is surprised.

•Easier drunk than you'd think. And really silly when drunk. And loud.

•But he's just so lovable!

•His accent also gets really thick when he's drunk so like 90% of the time no one even knows what he's saying. Just something about Ghost. And that's about all we know.

•Skilled artist. Just check out his canon diary/journal!

•Cat person. He devoted three pages in his diary to how much he hates dogs.

•He IS the dog. Just look at him!

•ADHD

•Pain in everyone's ass without his meds because he's gone in half a second and no one knows where he went.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

•Blonde hair. Light brown eyes. I have a hair cut in mind too but Idk how to describe it.

•Stares.

•Autistic

•Sensory issues big time, especially when it comes to touching things or being touched.

•He knows Roach is in the vents but isn't bothered enough to stop him.

•He also isn't bothered enough to explain Price what a peepaw is.

•He randomly picks people up. Like Roach can be doing the most random shit and Ghost will just pick him up because he's had enough.

•He's also picked up Soap and Gaz.

•He wants to throw Graves like how you skip rocks at a lake.

•Pls don't put them next to eachother. One of them will die and it's not Ghost.

•I actually don't care for Graves I just don't want Ghost to get in trouble for killing Shephard's pet chihuahua lap dog thingy.

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saphira5 · 8 months

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141 x Lt. reader "for you, anything"

The trees blocking out the sun, casting darkness all over, the bark on the trees casting evil smiles. Y/n prays for the sun to show its face, the gun fire never letting up.

The bullets hit the tree y/n is hiding behind with a thump.

Y/n firing back into the darkness, y/n looks left and right, hoping Price or Ghost would appear by y/n side. Y/n had drawn the enemy away from an injured Soap, Kyle is attending to his wounds, while Price and Ghost yell at Laswell through the radio. Y/n left without them knowing,

Y/n can hear the enemy's coming closer to the 141 location, y/n can see birds flying from the trees in the distance, chirping and screeching for their loved ones being shot out of the sky. The enemy show no mercy to human or animals, y/n sneaks away and leads the enemy's away, you are more than willing to die for them, y/n fires rounds into the darkness. Until y/n gun stopped, y/n had run out of bullets. Y/n grabs the pistol form y/n thigh holster and aimed it at y/n head. The sun then appeared down at you, y/n looks up and enjoys the sun rays on y/n face.

Y/n sheds no tears, y/n smiles always and forever, y/n then looks into the darkness.

Y/n smiles even wider than a shot goes off then a loud boom.

Y/n body blows up all of them enemies in the area, y/n took everyone's grenade, before y/n dies you want to take the enemies to hell with y/n. No body, clear mind and soul, then y/n hears something, crying, y/n gets up and y/n walks to the sound.

Y/n sees Price on his knees crying, Soap is crying into Ghost shoulder, will ghost black paint on his eyes begins to fade due to the tear he shed for y/n. Gaz is next to the captain, comforting him; all are looking at where y/n body should have been. But nothing is left, only y/n blood remains. So many tears they shed for y/n, they cry out hoping and praying y/n could return to them.

"Guys", they all look your way, they all looked shocked. Y/n walks over and y/n touches each member face, smiling wide at each member y/n can feel their warmth.

They still couldn't believe y/n was real, they try to touch y/n, but y/n doesn't let them. Because y/n knew you weren't alive anymore, a ghost y/n now is. But you don't mind as long as y/n is with them, you are happy. Captain Price stands up and looks at y/n then at the others.

"Let's go, Nikolai is waiting", y/n watches the 141 walk away, then Kyle turns around and looks at y/n, he has a huge grin on his face. "You coming, Ghost 2.0", y/n chuckles, y/n looks at your blood then y/n begins walking to them. Each of you walking side by side, Price on y/n left, Kyle on y/n right. Soap and ghost right next to Kyle. Y/n can see Niko soaring in the distance sky, y/n looks up and y/n sees the sun smiling at you".

#141 x reader #captain price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john mactavish x reader #ghost x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #task force 141

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dontmixpaintinyourcoffee · 5 months

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Reason number 2636185372 I love Nerdy Prudes Must Die-

Max is humanized without being absolved of his actions. Maxwell Jägerman was undoubtedly a piece of shit. He was a controlling prick that refused to let anyone have control over their own life, abusing his "friends" and his enemies alike. He took real joy from punishing the people around him when they tried to sidestep his arbitrary rules, enforcing them with the threat of violence. He knows he's physically stronger than everyone around him, and he takes advantage of that. He's 100% eager to fight before considering other options. Even the other jocks are scared of him, because he defaults to beating the hell out of people. (Also note that he's stronger than all of them too. When they do the chest bump Jason falls backwards and has to catch himself, and he knocks Kyle senseless with just one hit, to the point that he has to be carried out by his friends.)

I feel all of that very strongly. But at the same time? He's like... A full person. Big things can be revealed when a character thinks they're alone, and although him going through the Waylan place shows him being a prick as expected, it also shows him being scared. It seems to me like he's a very fearful person. Scared of ghosts, skeletons, judgement from his dad, even those cheap costumes seem to genuinely freak him out before he forces himself to get a grip (which just means getting aggressive). Or look at how he interacts with Grace. It's easy to assume he's just being manipulative, but there's never a point where it seems like Max is particularly skilled at emotional manipulation. It seems to me like he actually, genuinely likes her in a weird way. He's an ass, but he totally brightens up when he talks to her. He thinks she's funny, he seems a little bit awkward during conversation with her, he doesn't like people picking on her.

"She's such a prude!"

"Yeah, isn't she great?"

I'm sure part of it is that he just wants to get in her pants, but that doesn't seem to be the only factor here. He wants to carry her books, he wants to cuddle, he doesn't see her prudiness as an obstacle the way you would expect an asshole like him would. It seems to be part of the reason he likes her at all. It's not a healthy or respectful dynamic, but it is bizarrely genuine.

The characterization in this show is just so good y'all

#npmd #nerdy prudes must die #maxwell jagerman #max jagerman #grace chastity #wow there was a lot of jazz hands during that murder

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Highschool AU pt.2

Summary: You and your Brother moved away from Austria because of your parents Divorce, making you attend Northbridge Academy in Exeter, England. On your first day you meet the bullied Simon Riley and the overly extroverted John MacTavish. As if dealing with puberty, sports and your grades wasn't hard enough you fell in love not only with your Bestfriend Simon but also with Johnny, that Johnny was in love with both of you didn't make the Dynamic better

Pt.1

November 1990

As the days passed, you fell into a comfortable routine. You made a point to sit next to Simon in every class, despite Johnny's attempts to claim the seat besides you. You got used to Johnny though; he was funny and surprisingly smart. He even beat you in physics once, which made you incredibly mad. You always wanted to excel in academics; sometimes it felt like it was the only thing you were good at—getting good grades. If you couldn't be good at that, what special thing would be left in you?

"Lizzie, it's just an A, who cares if it's not an A+? You won't die from it," Simon nagged. He never understood your drive to excel in school. He wasn’t bad himself, though; he mostly got Bs, especially in math, history, and chemistry. He had some Cs in English and Housekeeping —claiming it was unimportant for him that he did poorly in sewing. He was right, though; that's why you didn’t pick that incredibly dumb subject and chose advanced German instead, which was like a free pass for you. Unfortunately, you were in the same class as John, the annoying new friend of your brother. He was always so flirty, although he was cute.

"How do you know? Maybe I'll fall dead on the ground in the next second."

"Would be a blessing for some of us," Simon replied. After a few weeks of school, you were surprised to find out that Simon wasn’t like he looked. He wasn’t shy and uncomfortable; he pulled lots of jokes—bad ones—next to you. Worse, his humor was dry and mean, making you chuckle all the time, which he secretly loved.

"You're an idiot, Si."

"And still, I'm your favorite, Lizzie."

"Only because Johnny isn’t a real challenge to you."

"Don’t let Johnny hear that; he will be mad."

"Maybe he needs a bit of an ego shrink," You laughed.

Simon and you walked towards your table. It was like in all those American movies you watched when you were allowed to watch TV. Tiffany and her squad had their own table, and then there were tables full of footballers where Kyle sat most of the time, except when Johnny begged him to sit with you. Michael, like the perfect big brother he was, was always where you were. And where Michael was, John and sometimes Nik would be, if he didn’t spend 90% of his time in detention.

Every Thursday was mail delivery day, the best part of the week. You always looked forward to a letter from Dad. He told you about all the different places he visited for work, and there was always a postcard in the letter. You had over 120 postcards, all placed on the wall of your dorm. At least that made you feel at home. Northbridge Academy wasn’t as bad as you feared at the beginning. The teachers were great, the school was fun, and you had Simon and Johnny. The only downside was my dorm mates. While the boys were more than lucky despite Si complaining about Michael's snoring, they still had a nice group. Meanwhile, you were stuck with Tiffany, Laurie, and Anne in a room, and it was even worse than you imagined.

Simon opened his mail, and his expression changed. He tried to regain his composure quickly, but he couldn't fool me. You knew something was up, so you poked him under the table, trying to get his mail. Surprisingly, he gave it to you without any further resistance, and for once, You wished he hadn’t.

Hello Simon, Im on a camping trip with your Mom and Thomas. Don´t bother coming over the long weekend. We wont be there. Stay at your trust fund school. Dad

"Si—"

"No, Lizzie." He stood up and left the table, surprising everyone else who hadn’t noticed anything. Typical boys. You followed him into his dorm and sat next to him on the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's not a big deal, Lizzie. They're just on vacation."

"Is it?"

"Lizzie."

"You know you could come with Mich and me. Mom wouldn’t mind at all; she loves hosting people and all that stuff. We can spend more time together, and you don’t need to stay in this musty room—like, really, do you boys even clean?" You laughed at the chaos of the room. Everywhere, there were paint stains, football shoes, and, on what you guessed was Nik’s and John’s bed, an E-guitar was placed.

"Lizzie, it’s okay. You know I can practice a bit before the start of ice hockey season."

"Pleaseeeeeeee." You looked at him with puppy eyes. I needed him to come with me.

"Okay, but only this once." He agreed, and you gave him a big bear hug.

SIMONS POV

"Whit dae ye mean ye gang hame wi' Ellie?"

"Was invited," I said shortly.

"Was invited too," John chimed in, while he tuned his guitar, making noises not safe for humanity.

"How come is a' body invited 'cept me?" Johnny started to whine. The answer would be easy for anyone with eyes: she doesn’t like his flirting, she is scared of things like this, and asking her to marry him after she gave him a cookie wasn’t the smartest choice.

"I wasn’t invited," Kyle replied shortly.

"You're not invited, Johnny, 'cause ye need to tone it down with my sister. She is only 13; she doesn’t care about boys right now. And asking her at any chance if she wants to marry you makes her scared. Ye don’t know anything about girls, do ye?" That was the most words I've heard from König since, well, ever, but he was right. Johnny needed to tone it down. I didn’t like how Lizzie felt insecure whenever he did it and clung to me. The truth is Lizzie wasn’t afraid of him or anything; she even liked Johnny as a friend. She just thought his advances were jokes. Johnny liked to joke a lot, giving him the reputation of a class clown. And so, his big gestures for her felt like a joke to her, especially since she was so insecure at heart. I just never understood why? She was smart, funny, much cooler than any other girl, and she was pretty, not that I would ever tell that to someone.

"Just trying to be good, König," Johnny muttered.

"If ye weren’t a lovesick little puppy, he’d probably punch you into oblivion," John mentioned.

"You can come too, Johnny," König replied, still giving him the big brother glance.

"Sweet."

"Wait, how do we all fit in a car?" I asked, afraid that Johnny would take my place, and I needed to stay here. But everyone just looked at me weirdly, and I didn’t know why.

The next day, on our way to Lizzie's house, I finally knew why. There was a fucking limousine with black windows, probably bulletproof, like in James Bond movies. A small man in his 50s walked outside of the car wearing a black suit and smiling as he walked towards Lizzie, taking her baggage from her hands.

"He doesn’t look like Lizzie’s Dad," I said. It was true; they didn’t look similar, but still, she hugged him like you’d hug a family member, I guess?

John started to laugh. "You really don’t know a lot about Beth." Beth? Why did he call my Lizzie Beth? That was a shitty name.

"I know a lot about her."

"Not about her world, little one." I hated it when people reduced me for my small frame. I didn’t want to be the skinny short boy walking behind Lizzie all the time in need of her support. At least she didn’t see me that way.

"Si, John, Johnny, that’s Alfred, he is our family, Butler," Lizzie said, smiling at Alfred like he was a family member more than a Butler.

We sat down in the limo. Lizzie, of course, sat next to me, much to the dislike of Johnny. He kinda grew on me, though; he was funny and extroverted, and he wasn’t as posh as Kyle, who was a nice bloke but just didn’t get it. He was always complaining, as if he had problems, of course, he hadn’t. He was rich, good at football, and good-looking.

Lizzie fell asleep after a while, her head resting on my shoulder. I didn’t dare to move for the rest of the ride. She looked so peaceful when she didn’t move her lips and spoke.

"Mate, that's unfair. Why does Lizzie sleep on you instead of me?" Johnny whined, but I ignored him. "I liked her first, brocade and everything, Simon."

"You don’t call dips on my sister, or I'll cut your tongue out," König spoke calmly. He was confusing me; he was mostly silent but always threatened everyone who came too close to Lizzie. He never threatened me though, of course not; no one saw a threat in me.

We arrived at a big white mansion, almost looking like the Buckingham Palace. I knew Lizzie was rich, but this rich? I should probably search Kortac up, what they did, and how her dad must be so rich.

John only shrugged as if it was nothing, making me feel like I was the dumb one. This wasn’t normal; why are they acting like this?

As I stepped into Lizzie's villa, my jaw practically hit the floor. I mean, I've seen big houses before, but this was something else. The entrance was like walking into a palace or something. The marble floors were so shiny

; I could see my reflection in them. And those pillars! They were taller than any trees I've ever seen, reaching up to a ceiling painted with fancy designs that made me feel like I was in a museum.

I couldn't help but gawk as I made my way through the place. The living room was like a dream. Soft, velvet couches and chairs were everywhere, so plush you could practically sink into them. Paintings and tapestries covered the walls, like something out of a history book. And don't even get me started on the fireplace! It was huge, with flames dancing and crackling like something out of a movie. All around were paintings that probably cost more than Mom's salary as a nurse.

The dining room was even more posh. A long, mahogany table stretched out in front of me, set with fancy plates and silverware that looked like they belonged in a museum. A chandelier hung overhead, sparkling with crystals and casting a warm light over everything.

In the kitchen, everything was shiny and new. Stainless steel appliances lined the walls, and there were bowls of fruit and baskets of bread everywhere. It smelled amazing, like something out of a cooking show. Chefs walked around the house; they had fucking chefs? I thought the Butler was much, but they had more staff. Didn’t rich people know how to cook for themselves?

As I wandered around, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I mean, we have a house; it's nice and all, but it's nothing like this. Lizzie's family must be really rich to live in a place like this. But as much as I envied her, I couldn't help but feel grateful that she was my friend, never judging me because of my scholarship like Tiffany did, and by the looks of it, Tiffany wasn’t even half as wealthy as Lizzie and König are.

"Mutter, Vater, Ich dachte Papa ist in Salzburg gerade," König said. He sounded more confident when he spoke German.

Lizzie's parents looked like nice people; her Dad was the tallest man I've ever seen and looked a bit intimidating, while her mom looked a lot like Lizzie herself, just older.

"Dein Vater hat gehört, ihr kommt hier her und ist direkt gekommen," her dad replied.

"Also, seid ihr nicht wieder zusammen?" Lizzie’s voice sounded so different in German, but she still sounded nice and soft.

"Nein, und sprech Englisch, das ist unhöflich gegenüber deinen Gästen," her mom scolded, her voice too loud for the small room.

"So, who do we have here?" Lizzie’s father asked curiously.

"I'm John Price, sir."

"Oh, like William Price?"

"Yes, that's my old man."

"We worked together quite a bit for his campaign."

"Wait, my dad worked with Kortac?" John lost the color of his face, and I really needed to know what the fuck Kortac is.

"I'm Johnny MacTavish."

"Well, didn’t hear of your family," Lizzie’s dad mustered Johnny.

"Richard, be nice," Lizzie’s mom scolded, in a tone too loud for the room. "Okay, and you are?" She gestured to me.

"Simon Riley, nice to meet you both, sir," I replied politely, shaking his hand, only to get my hand crushed.

As I followed Lizzie's family into the dining room, I couldn't believe my eyes. The table was like something out of a fancy restaurant, but way bigger. There were so many dishes spread out that I had never seen or tried before. I mean, I knew what a salad was and some of the other stuff, but there were these little black things in jars that Lizzie's dad called "caviar." I had no idea what that was, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it, so I tried a tiny bit. It was salty and kinda strange, definitely not like anything I'd ever eaten. Johnny looked as confused as me; of course, the academy had fancy food, but this was weird. And so much different from what mom cooked for us, and I longed for her lasagna right now.

Then there were all these different forks and spoons and knives laid out next to the plates. I was used to just one fork and one spoon at home, but here, it was like a whole set of tools just for eating. I glanced over at Lizzie, who noticed my confusion and tried to discreetly explain which fork to use for which course. But I could tell I was still getting it wrong.

Lizzie's family seemed used to all this fancy stuff, chatting away as they effortlessly used their array of utensils. Meanwhile, I was struggling not to knock over a glass or use the wrong fork. Her mom smiled kindly at me and offered some advice on what to try next, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. John and König, of course, knew how to act. I noticed how Lizzie’s dad liked John, but Lizzie’s mom definitely liked me.

It was strange; they were so familiar with each other, chatting at dinner and laughing, listening to Lizzie ramble about the school teaching shitty German. It was so different than at home; no one screamed, no one cried, and, most importantly, no one punched each other.

Johnny and I slept in one of the various guest chambers, and it was so comfortable, the best sleep I've ever had until I heard Lizzie scream from next door. I ran towards her room; I didn’t know what was wrong, but I needed to find out.

She lay in her luxurious room, whining and shaking in her sleep. I always thought rich families like these never had any problems, but here she was having night terrors.

I sat next to her in bed, brushing my hand towards her silky hair. "I'm here, Lizzie, everything is good."

"Please don’t kill me; I don’t know anything," she cried, and then König walked in, pushing me to the side while grabbing her in his bulky arms, whispering to her something in German until she calmed down and slept peacefully again. Now, all of us stood in her room. I just wanted to comfort Lizzie, telling her everything would be fine again.

"What was this?" John asked.

"Nightmares."

"That’s more than nightmares, mate," Johnny said, earning a death glare from König. I didn’t know what I thought, but I stood up and walked towards her bed again, cuddling her like Mom and Dad always did. For the first time, I could protect someone, and I’d protect her like she protected me.

"LEAVE."

"No, she is my best friend; I won’t leave." Slowly, after minutes, John and Johnny climbed into Lizzie’s bed. All of us wanted to comfort the girl who gave us everything every day. And so all five of us played together in the bed, eager to protect her from whatever haunted her. It was nice; having her in my arms was the last thought before I slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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suddenlybambi · 11 months

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as long as you stay here [15] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.3k

chapter 15

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a/n - the brain went BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR and wrote this chapter 🤭

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Kyle woke up confused as he stared at the glittery pink stars stuck to the ceiling. Turning his head, he saw Y/N on the floor, rooting through a box, and everything came flooding back to him. “I ran out and grabbed you a croissant for breakfast.” She nodded over at the plate on the bedside table where, sure enough, a croissant was waiting for him.

“Sorry, did I sleep for long?” He yawned, sitting up and stretching. “What time is it?”

“11:17am,” That woke him up properly.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” He groaned, looking around at the work she had clearly already done based on the neatly packed boxes by the door. “I didn’t mean to sleep for that long. I should have been helping.”

“Ky, it’s fine!” She smiled up at him, the nickname again making his heart race. “If it weren’t, I would have woken you up. Besides, you looked cute sleeping.” He was sure she could hear how fast his heart was beating from where she was at that point. All logical thoughts were elusive to him as he tried to remember how words were formed. “Why don’t you eat your croissant? It should still be warm. I only went out to grab it half an hour ago.” Kyle took the plate from the side, biting into the croissant and confirming that it was still warm. Not as good as the pancakes she had made for breakfast a few weeks before, but still good.

“I didn’t even hear you get up or leave…” He mumbled, looking around at what still needed to be packed while he finished his breakfast. “You’ve made a lot of progress.”

“Yeah… It was easier to figure out what I wanted to keep and what could be thrown,” She shrugged, tossing various trinkets into a box next to her. “Most of it is junk. I’m putting it off, but I really need to go through my paperwork. I’m so bad at figuring out what is important in, like… a legal sense. I don’t want to throw away something important because I didn’t realise what it was.”

“Good thing you brought a lawyer in training with you,” Kyle laughed, finishing off his croissant and joining her on the floor. He pulled the box full of paperwork towards him. “Is this all of it?”

“Thank you, that would be a huge help… That should be all of it,” She nodded, holding up a plastic tiara. With a shrug, she put it on. He tried to suppress his laughter but struggled to do so. “Something funny?”

“No, just cute-” He realised what he had said when it was already too late. He couldn’t figure out a way to backtrack without sounding like an asshole and saying that she was not cute, which would be a lie anyway. Fortunately for him, she didn’t say anything further about it, just smiled to herself while she continued to sort through items.

About halfway through the pile of documents, Kyle came across an envelope. He opened it, scanning over the letter it held within. He was curious as he read the first few paragraphs.

“Hey… What’s this?” He asked, holding it up so she could see. She looked over at it, tilting her head slightly, causing the tiara to fall off. The logo in the top left corner caught her eye, and bittersweet realisation flooded through her.

“Ah, that would be my hopes and dreams being crushed,” Y/N tried to laugh it off, but Kyle could quite easily see that she was holding back her sadness. “For a while, I really wanted to be a hospice care nurse. My nanna was in the hospital, and the family wasn’t allowed to visit her in her final moments. It broke everyone’s heart. My grandpa decided there and then that he wanted to die in hospice care, surrounded by family. I admired the nurses that cared for him, and I wanted to be like them one day. When I was 16, I found a programme where I could shadow a nurse for the summer, and my mom said that if I got accepted, I could go. Of course, I wasn’t accepted, so I was sent to dance camp for the summer instead.”

“But…” Kyle double-checked the letter to make sure he was reading it correctly. “Maybe I’m reading this wrong, but… It says here that you did get accepted.” He took a deep breath, reading the first line out loud, just to triple-check. “Dear Ms L/N, We’re pleased to inform you that your application for our summer programme has been reviewed and accepted.”

“No… No, that can’t be right… I saw the letter! I saw…” She paused, looking down at the floor as her mind started to race. “I didn’t. I didn’t see the letter. I was at school, she opened it first and told me when I got home. I never saw the letter. She told me what it said. She read it out to me. I didn’t see the letter.” She held out her hand, and Kyle instantly took the hint, passing the pieces of paper to her. He watched her face morph from confusion to sadness to pure rage as she read it. “Oh, that fucking-”

Without any warning, she was on her feet in the blink of an eye. The letter was clutched in a vice-like grip in her hand as she stormed towards the door, throwing it open hard enough for it to hit the wall with a loud crash. Kyle frantically got up to follow her. In his head, he told himself he just wanted to make sure she didn’t do something she was about to regret. In reality, he was prepared to throw the first punch if things got physical.

Y/N stormed right to the kitchen where her mother had been for their entire stay. Her mom didn’t glance up at them; just let out an annoyed sigh as the two entered with thundering footsteps.

“What did I tell you about coming into the kitchen?” She gave in, looking up from where she was sitting at the table and closing her laptop in front of her. “You need to-”

“You told me I didn’t get in!” Y/N spat, slamming the papers down in front of her with such force that Kyle was worried she had broken her hand. The table shook from the impact. “You lied to me! You always lie to me!”

“Ugh, that,” Her mother rolled her eyes lazily, not at all concerned at her daughter's anger and hostile tone. She didn’t seem to care at all about the situation. There was no hint of any shame for her actions or sympathy for her daughter. “Look, so what if I lied? I was doing what was best for you. If anything, you should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?” Kyle had never heard Y/N shout like that. It didn’t scare him, just concerned him. He wanted to calm her down, but for the sake of her own mental health rather as opposed to stopping her from saying what she needed to say, what she deserved to say. “You ruined my life! I could have been a nurse! I could have helped people! ”

“Ruined your life?” The lack of emotion in Y/N’s mother’s voice was something that chilled him to the bone. It was clear she had no regrets, no empathy, nothing. She was empty. “You ruined your own life when you skipped out on that audition because you were too busy partying.”

“I can’t believe you…” Y/N’s shoulders slumped, her head shaking as the information fully sunk in. “I could have-”

“Oh please, you know you would have never made it as a nurse,” She scoffed at her daughter. “You would have had to get good grades. You have to be smart and put together! Look at you; you’re a mess!”

“What is wrong with you?” Kyle couldn’t keep quiet any longer. He couldn’t just stand by and let someone talk about Y/N that way, let alone her own mother. “Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? What gives you the right to talk to your daughter in that way?”

“Kyle…” Y/N’s eyes widened in a panic as she turned her head to face him. She wordlessly pleaded with him not to get involved, but that ship had long since sailed.

“Who do you think you are, coming into my house and-” Kyle wasn’t going to let her finish whatever bullshit she was about to spout.

“Who do you think you are, talking about Y/N like that?”

“I am her mother!”

“What you are is a piece of sh-” Kyle was cut off as Y/N grabbed him pulling him back. He hadn’t realised that he had moved closer to the older woman until that moment. She had stood up to square up to him, unwavering in her stubbornness.

“Kyle!” Y/N turned him so he faced her and away from her mother. His anger dissolved when he saw the concern in her eyes.

“I think you should leave now,” Y/N’s mother spat out her words. Y/N didn’t have to be told twice. With a grip on Kyle’s arm, she pulled him to her old room. Wordlessly, they picked up the remaining boxes and carried them to the car, haphazardly putting them in the backseat with no real care. They were lucky they all fit.

“Kyle, that-” Y/N spoke first as she sat down in the passenger seat, looking over at Kyle as he practically threw himself into the driver’s seat. He was clearly still angry but was desperately attempting to calm himself down.

“I’m so sorry for losing it back there. It just makes my blood boil!” Kyle huffed, trying and failing to suppress his anger. “She has no right to talk about you that way.”

“Kyle,” She said his name firmly, trying to get his attention.

“You are so incredible and talented, and if she can’t see that, then-” He continued.

“Kyle!” She tried again, louder.

“She- what?” He glanced over, confusion replacing his rage for just a split second.

“Thank you,” She was staring straight ahead. He couldn’t read the emotion in her voice. “No one has ever stood up for me like that.”

“Of course,” Kyle shook his head dismissively, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world for him to stand up for her because, to him, it was. She finally turned to look at him. He could see the tears that threatened to spill out at any second. “I care about you… A lot.”

The sincerity in his voice, the meaning behind his words, and the look in his eyes seemed to snap something inside of Y/N. In a split second, she had climbed over the handbrake to straddle him, her back hitting the steering wheel and narrowly missing setting off the horn.

Before he could process the position they were in, her lips captured his in a heated kiss. Her hands cupped his jaw as her fingertips threaded through the hair at the base of his neck. It took him a moment to register what was happening, but just as he did, she pulled away. She pressed her forehead against his, breathing heavily.

“Shit… Sorry…” She sighed, closing her eyes. “I shouldn’t have-” Kyle cut her off by reaching up and pulling her face into another kiss, which she quickly melted into. He didn’t want her to apologise for doing something he should have done long ago. Her fingers tugged at the hair she had in her grip, pulling him impossibly closer to her. He couldn’t breathe, but that didn’t matter because she was kissing him.

Her head tilted, deepening the kiss as much as she could before they had absolutely no choice but to break in order to breathe. Even then, she trailed small, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline and down to his neck. Kyle’s breath hitched when he felt her teeth graze his skin, and taking note of this, she did it again. He could do nothing to stop the small moan from slipping from his mouth. On his neck, he could feel the smug smile that had spread across Y/N’s lips as she heard the sound.

A second, much louder moan tumbled from his lips as she slowly rolled her hips against his. Followed by a third, then a fourth. His hands had to grab her hips in order to stop her from doing it again. He was embarrassed by how quickly he had gotten turned on by such small movements, and if she continued at that pace, he would have finished within the following 10 seconds.

“Kyle,” The way Y/N said his name in an almost breathless moan that went straight to his dick. He almost bucked his hips up and barely managed to refrain himself from doing so. “I want you.” He wanted her too. He wanted that more than anything, but the realisation of what was happening was hitting.

“Y/N, you have no idea how long I have wanted you…” He sighed, resting his forehead against hers.

“But?” She knew it was coming.

“But…” He moved to nuzzle his head against her neck, hoping it would help convey that he really did want what was happening to continue, but he couldn’t let it. “Emotions are too high right now. I don’t want… I want to do this right… With you…”

“You’re right,” She whispered, a heavy sigh causing her chest to rise and fall. He was ashamed that he couldn’t help but watch it. “Thank you… for everything.”

“Anything for you,” He meant those words with his entire soul. “Should we go home now?”

“Please.”

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TNGDH 27

“I’m going to die…….”

Literally. My legs were so sore that I couldn’t feel them anymore. My vision blurred and all I could see was the earthy brown color of the ground everywhere.

To think riding a horse was this strenuous. It’s the horse that’s running, and yet why am I the one getting tired? Because the ground was uneven, I even felt nauseous. Please…… save me.

“Hang on a little bit more.”

Kyle comforted me when he heard me groan.

Of course, it didn’t comfort me. Thinking how many more hours I’d have to ride the horse later today, I felt anxious to cancel ‘Summon’ and go back to the hamster house to rest.

Phew. Such is my life. This strange, tiring life.

Glumly holding onto the reigns, I heard a loud caw above me. The Northern crows circled around in the sky, making it feel unpleasant.

“Why is it crying out loud? Such bad luck.”

“……Do you normally express it as ‘crying’?”

“If it can’t talk, then I’d say it would be crying.”

I answered grumpily and lowered back my head to focus on the road ahead.

Beyond the castle and plains was a forest full of coniferous trees. There were many ravines here and there, so the terrain was not easy to travel across. The path could only fit two horses side by side.

“Don’t worry too much about it.”

Kyle must’ve been worried after seeing my expression.

“Since this is only a reconnaissance with the new knights, we will only briefly check the forest before heading back. Cases where we go beyond the small mountain besides during subjugations or investigations are rare.”

“A small mountain……?”

You call this a small?

I clicked my tongue as I looked at the cliff stretched out in the distance.

“What is there beyond that cliff?”

“Are you talking about the types of demonic beasts?”

“Oh, no. Rather than demonic beasts…… are there any villages or anything.”

Upon asking, Kyle laughed as if what he heard was nonsense.

“The Blake estate is the only place in the North where people can survive. Well, I’m sure there would be villages where the demonic beasts gather instead.”

“……That doesn’t sound very amusing. Then what are there geographically?”

“Over this mountain is a vast rocky plain with chunks of ice and rocks here and there. Beyond that is a large mountain, and beyond the large mountain is the sea.”

He lifted his sleeve over my face to shield it from the strong winds. It felt so natural that I accepted it without a second thought.

I tilted my head and glanced up at him. Seeing how he didn’t even bat an eyelid at the harsh wind, he must’ve been used to the cold.

“I rarely go beyond the frozen sea. It’s difficult to go and there is nothing good there.”

Even if the sea is frozen, isn’t it just a regular sea? What was so different and difficult about it?

“Why is that? Is it a lawless zone or something?”

“Yes. It’s not a place that the Meinhardt Empire could even handle. Beyond that sea, even I would have to risk my life.”

Just what exactly is there?

I thought about various possibilities and then the system that has been quiet until now popped up.

[Beyond the Northern Sea is an area called the ‘Magician’s Domain’.]

‘The Magician’s Domain, huh. It sounds pretty tame when hearing the name alone…….’

But that didn’t look to be the case seeing Kyle’s expression. Well, I could think about it later. It’s not like I’ll go there today.

“Your Highness. Should we return to the northeast pathway?”

Hearing the voice from behind, Kyle paused for a moment and measured the distance.

The road ahead branched out into two paths. One appeared to be a road going up the hill to northeast and the other going down to the canyon in the northwest.

The knights murmured to each other in relief and anxiety by hearing the word ‘northeast’.

Kyle said in a heavy tone.

“The area where the wyvern nest has not been resolved yet. Also, currently it is mating season so we must avoid northeast. Everyone, take a detour to the western canyon!”

……If it’s a detour, does that mean this reconnaissance would take more time?

I nervously checked the remaining time in ‘Summon’.

[‘Summon’ will be canceled in 20 minutes.]

It won’t be good if I suddenly disappear in the middle of the canyon……. Sigh. Today will be the day I use up all my Miracle Points.

I quickly bought a cookie from the Nut Store.

[Long-Lasting Acorn Cookies ｜Miracle Points 1% consumption ｜ Extend duration of ‘Summon’ by 1 hour]

[Current Miracle Value 25.0%]

Hopefully, I could keep my points above 20% by the end of this expedition. Meaning, I’d prefer to return back to the estate within six hours.

I quietly glanced at Kyle and took out the cookie from my pockets. Crunch. Kyle glanced back upon hearing the sound of me eating.

“Why are you trying to eat so secretly?”

Your ears are quite sharp. Couldn’t you have pretended not to hear anything?

“It is my life.”

That was 100% the truth.

“I sure get to hear a lot of interesting things from you.”

Of course, Kyle thought of it as a joke.

I’m telling you, it’s the truth. An acorn cookie I bought with the cost of my life. Although it’s savory, it leaves the mouth a little dry after you finish eating it…….

“Anyways, it means that I’m not going to share it with you.”

Kyle’s red eyes blankly stared at me as if he were surprised.

“It’s fine. More importantly…….”

He lightly squeezed my chin and turned it to the side. I muttered, “What is it,” as I glanced around in the direction Kyle pointed out using my face.

“Over there. Do you see those forest bushes?”

My eyes that were once wandering around aimlessly stopped on something sparkling in the bushes. Several pairs of round eyes gazed towards our direction.

They were furry animals that could be held within two hands. Smaller than a dog, but a little larger than a mouse. There was a short horn on its forehead between its round ears.

It was an animal I have never seen before, and yet it felt strangely familiar…….

“Those are the Northern field mice.”

What?

“That is what they would look like after growing a mana stone in their heart. They are a little small compared to other Northern demonic beasts though.”

That’s not right. Normally a mouse that size would be considered very large.

“They are quite tame if you don’t bother them first. It was around this area where I first met Cashew.”

Kyle’s tone of voice instantly went soft. His expression gradually softened as he thought of the cute squishy demonic beast waiting for him at the castle……

Forget about It. Can’t you see that the cute and squishy demonic beast is suffering here right now due to muscle pains.

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×198]

Cancel what I said earlier.

Think about me a lot. Just two hearts worth more.

“Should I try finding a mate for it…….”

……Huh. Wait, what did you just say?

Immediately, I yelled as he was mumbling.

“No!”

“…….”

“Most definitely not. To think about copulating demonic beasts!”

“Northern field mice are usually quite active.”

“Those are the Northern mice. Cashew is a domestic demonic beast. It has been developing slow and hasn’t even developed a magic stone yet. What if you pair it up and it ends up getting eaten by its pair?

I have no intention of sharing my house no matter how big it may be. Roommates are absolutely forbidden.

“Sure, you can adopt another one if you want to see Cashew dead the next day.”

If that day ever comes, I will kill you myself and run away from here. You understand?

Kyle nodded in disappointment under my intense gaze.

“……That makes sense. I understand. As soon as I get back, I shall have a meeting with the magicians to plan on injecting mana energy.”

I hope there won’t be any side effects from doing that.

Would I look like a fraud if I say that there is no need to inject mana? I looked at him with a wistful expression and then looked at the group of mice.

‘I wonder if I am not a normal, typical hamster?’

To not have a mana stone inside the heart and to not have any visible growth. I suspect I will never be able to grow as big as those mice over there……

“As expected…….”

Kyle made comparisons with the Northern field mice.

“There is none as cute as Cashew.”

Just like a hamster otaku.

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×200]

Still, as long as you’re happy.

Thanks to that, I could buy the Demonic Beast Encyclopedia. I pretended to stretch my arms and took out the encyclopedia.

“Now, let’s see…….”

“What is that?”

“A necessary textbook for a demonic beast specialist, the Demonic Beast Encyclopedia. This book was bought off from my diligent teacher who also had a bit of a grumpy personality.”

[┗|｀O′|┛]

What, why. It’s the truth. You ate up all my Hearts so be quiet.

Kyle slowed down the horse to let me read the book comfortably. The deeper we went into the canyon, the darker our surroundings became. The knights changed their formation and turned on their lights.

Let’s see…….

“Goblin, ogre, wyvern…… bear, unicorn? There’s quite a variety of beasts. Northern poisonous snake, forest eel? Why is there an eel in the forest?”

There are really a lot of strange things in this world. Korea was truly an ordinary place in comparison.

“Oh, here it is. Northern field mice.”

The word ‘field mice’ caught Kyle’s attention.

“The Northern field mice is one of the less threatening species, boasting mediocre physical abilities…… wow, isn’t this a bit too harsh?.”

System, can’t you do your work properly? Do you want to be sent to the sky?

This is definitely a revenge on me.

[（￣︶￣）]

“And?”

“The process of developing a mana stone is more complicated than other demonic beasts, but once it develops it, it could use simple magic. Generally of the earth magic……”

I then shut my mouth. It was because an ominous premonition passed through my mind.

You won’t be making me learn some kind of magic later, right? I’m already quite sad to have become a hamster…

[(⊙ˍ⊙)]

‘No, why do you have such a surprised expression…….’

Bang!

At that moment, a huge rock fell about ten steps in front of us, shaking the ground.

Don’t tell me…….

“Change to defensive formation!”

Kyle stretched out his arm to close the book in my hands.

“Shu. From now on, everything I say will be an order and disobedience will not be tolerated.”

I felt a shiver go down my body. Kyle spoke before I could respond back a ‘Yes’.

“No matter what happens, do not get off the horse.”

With that, he jumped off from the horse and unsheathed his sword.

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qiutls · 10 months

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TNGDH 007

[ You can use "Summon" once per day, starting at 00:00 AM. ]

[ The current duration of "Summon" is 30 minutes. ]

[ The location of "Summon" is currently not specified, so it is automatically carried out at the closest location. ]

[ Good Luck! (ෆ`꒳´ෆ) ]

For a moment my vision darkened then it returned quickly.

I had a slight headache, but fortunately it only lasted for a short time... The problem was, that was the only thing to be fortunate about.

As expected, "Summon" was a skill to become a human being. And according to the system, once a day there is a 30 minute time-limit.

But that doesn't matter.

There was a different problem.

"....."

I looked down at my body in disbelief.

"Fuck..."

There's nothing.

There's no clothes.

Right now, I'm actually naked.

Crazy. This is really crazy. God, how could you do this...

[ ๑‘͡o_‘͡o๑;; ]

At that exact moment, without being able to digest my circumstances, I felt a presence.

Creak―.

Has the sound of opening a bathroom door ever felt this scary. I stiffened, then thought of everything a human could do in 30 seconds.

And there was only one conclusion.

Let's run away.

If I get caught here, it's over. I don't want to die as an unidentified pervert who broke into the Grand Duke's study without underwear on.

I won't just be branded as a suspicious person, I'll be branded as a suspicious pervert! Right now, I'm more unhappy than I was in my previous life. It's a shame to live a life this miserable. I'd rather be a hamster.

... Clothes! Where can I find some clothes!

I rushed out of the study after reaching a black shirt that was placed on the chair. I didn't even think about taking the pants. In the first place, I don't think those pants would fit because they were large.

... More than that, how could you not give me a single piece of clothing!

"Guard!"

After only a short amount of time, Kyle's shouts could be heard from inside the study. I ran as fast as I could, the bottom part of the shirt fluttering like a dress. It was the first time in my life that I had run so hard.

"Cough. Wheeze."

I caught my breath and glued myself to the wall at the corner of the hallway.

If my life was going to be life this, you could just have made me transmigrate into a cheetah or a chameleon! You made me ride the wheel so badly, was it a rehearsal for this?

I was reprimanding the system in a rage when guards came from the opposite corridor. When I turned my head to slightly, I saw Kyle leaving the room.

"It's gone."

His voice was so cold that it felt dreary. It seemed like if you asked him what was gone, he'd separate your head and body then continue to say, "your life is gone."

Kyle roared as the soldiers scurried in front of him

"Cashew Nut is gone."

Is that more important than the intruders just a while ago?

"Your Highness, by Cashew Nut... do you mean that rat... Eup-"

"Your Highness, did you see the demonic beast leave the room?"

"No, but the door was half-opened when I came out. I don't know how it opened but..."

I kept listening to Kyle's voice as if I was possessed, even though I knew I had to run away.

But even if I run away now, I think I'll get caught by him who has superhuman senses. I think it's best to stick to the wall for now.

"It wasn't there, it disappeared."

"First, I'll have everyone close the doors and windows of the castle and look for the hamster. It shouldn't have gone too far, My Lord, for it is small in size."

"Call the magicians of the division at the top of the tower."

"... What? The guests, Your Highness?"

"Although it's a child, it's still a demonic beast. We need to ask if they have mana stones to look for its traces."

Kyle gritted his teeth and said.

"Tell them to name a price. No, tell them you'll pay them twice the amount of what they asked for."

"I understand Your Highness, by the way..."

I saw one of the knight who joined late take off his coat and pass it forward.

"Why are you not dressed?"

... I'm sorry. I'll give the Grand Duke a new shirt. I really need this one, it's freezing cold and I can't walk around naked.

[ ↓ᏊꈍꈊꈍᏊ↓ ]

What? What do you want me to do? You want to try wearing pants in that situation and let's see if you'll get caught or not. Okay? Well? Is this your first time seeing this kind of fashion?

I ran away carefully in the opposite direction as the soldiers, ignoring the pestering system.

Still, it feels good to be human again.

As I climbed the stairs barefoot, my feet turned numb from the cold and my hands and ears started to tingle.

How on earth do people live in this cold castle.

Is this really a place where people live? I huffed and slipped through the cleaning tools and waited for a while.

"Windows! Close the windows first!"

"No matter how unintelligent that beast is, will he really fall over the window?"

"Hey, is this your first time on the job? If something happens to that beast, we all die."

That's right, even though as the hamster in question I won't throw myself off the window, it's still a good decision to close them. This is the reality of human life, you won't know where, when and what's going to happen. Just like me right now.

"Let's find it later, just close all the doors and windows first. If you don't there's a possibility that it might leave the castle."

"All right, I'll ask the guests for their understanding."

"Sen! Where the hell did that brat go? That kid is the fastest among us servants."

"Maybe they're resting again in a room that's not being used."

"Ugh!"

People trudged past my hiding place. It was fortunate they didn't try to look amongst the brooms and mop because of the urgency of the situation.

By the way... What do I do now?

I wore a shirt, but I didn't have any plans aside from escaping.

[ "Summon" will conclude in 20 minutes. ]

Does that mean I'll turn back into a hamster?

[ You can specify a location within a 10m radius when using "Summon". ]

That's not the problem right now! The whole castle is being turned upside down. Can I just go out as a hamster, "Ta-da, I actually was home the whole time." I can't do it, it's too suspicious.

I pressed down on my throbbing temples and sighed deeply. I should be happy that I finally became human since I've been looking forward to this since the beginning, but right now I can't do anything but worry.

"By any chance, was I a twisted breadstick in my past life..."

Even though my fate is twisted and miserable, can it be really this twisted?

By the way, isn't the duration of being human too short? I can't believe it's only 30 minutes. You're basically telling me I have to live as a hamster forever for 23 hours and 30 minutes a day.

[ If you raise the miracle value, the duration for "Summon" becomes longer! ]

What the hell.

Whatever, once I turn into a hamster, I'll go somewhere that's easy to see. If I'm lucky, someone will be able to notice me and take me back, if not then I can just go back on my own.

It's not because I want to return as a pet hamster, but because it's already hard to survive going back and forth from hamster to human with the current miracle value, let alone change the fate of this novel.

No matter how much I know the plot, or how much the system helps me, once I get kicked by boots of misfortune, my life would end.

[ "Summon" will end soon. ]

I just finally became human again, but 30 minutes passed by without being able to enjoy it. I feel so sad.

Come to think of it, in the original work there was also a festival in the north. Wasn't this the time when Serena, the heroine who was currently an orphan, met Belial, the second prince?

During this period, there was also an accident that happened between Kyle and Belial that made their relationship worse to the point of no repair. What was it again...

― Eek! [ Time flies so fast ]

Half an hour already passed while I was thinking.

Blue light engulfed my body... No, that's not right. What am i saying right now? I'm originally human, not a hamster. basically, he says blue light engulfed his body and he turned back to what he is originally, but it was hard to translate without it sounding off & redundant.

Ehem. Let's do it again.

Blue light engulfed my body and I returned to being a hamster, I bit the black shirt and struggled to drag it with me. If I'm going to turn into human at least once in the future, I can probably wear it then...

Is it possible that this is expensive?

I'm sorry, it's only one shirt. It should be cheaper compared to the fancy ornaments in my three story house right?

"The demonic beast is gone? I thought they were putting it in a cage to raise it?"

"Well, I was told it escaped, I don't know the details, orders were just passed down. That's what happened."

"What about the magicians?"

"They said they couldn't find it and that they couldn't feel the flow of magic at all."

"... Does that make sense?"

That's right, this hamster probably changed to a normal hamster since I transmigrated into it, instead of it being possessed by magic, so you really wouldn't be able to feel the mana.

I felt a little sorry for them who probably got excited for no reason, but don't worry too much, if the Grand Duke's mood doesn't become worse, he'll probably still give the money.

"You said it was the same size as a little mouse, didn't you? Then I don't think it could've gotten too far. I think it would've went somewhere dark and quiet... I'll look around here. Why don't you check the other side? Also, check if any windows and doors were not closed properly."

After cramming the clothes into the corner of the storage room, I was winding myself between things then I felt someone approaching.

I have no idea who this person might be, but I'll just show myself so they can take me to Kyle without any detours.

I raised my head at the servant who found me.

But why do they look familiar.

Eh.

Soft brown hair and clear green eyes. Her constellation-like freckles were scattered on her nose and cheeks. With glasses covering half her face, I could tell instinctively.

This person is...

[ Serena ]

That's right, the heroine of the original novel, Serena, it was the very face I saw in the system window.

... This is how we're meeting?

I looked at her with mixed feelings. Why would someone who was supposed to meet Belial in the capital, be here in the north?

Ah!

After thinking for so long, I finally realized what's wrong, didn't I transmigrate which made Serena be unable to transmigrate.

So this person, is a different Serena from the original?

It seems like the story has been changed, right now her name isn't even Serena, as it's a name reserved only for empresses.

"Sen! Did you find it?"

A maid's voice rang behind her back. I stood still for a moment then gently crept up to the palm of her hand which was stretched out.

All right. I choose you.

Your fate has changed because of me so there should at least be some compensation.

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