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remiebear · 2 days

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They all care for Soap 🥺🥺

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Idk why their head shapes looks weird today sorry 😞

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brucewaynesslut · 3 months

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♡ Someone tell me that they don't look the same.

♡it's literally him in animal form.

♡he's so adorable!!

#captain john price #john price #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gaz kyle garrick #cod mw3 #codmw #john price x reader

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diejager · 5 months

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JAKAJWIH I just saw this post and https://www.tumblr.com/citrusbunnies/732151502028898304

I can’t help but imagine deer!hybrid reader that’s with 141, and they/she/he (it doesn’t matter lol) walked out of the bushes or woods to the team inside and their reaction to it!

Also I LOVE your work, every time I see that you have posted wether it be recently or if they are older and they just appear in my feed. I get excited! 😭 also if you don’t wanna do this, feel free to ignore COMPLETELY! I just saw this and I thought it was so cute😭😭

That deer image is actually funny… this drabble though, not so much.

Doe Cw: hybrid, DARKFIC, IMPLIED DUB-CON/NON-CON, kidnapping, training, implied sex, tell me if I missed any.

They cued in on the rustling sound, bushes ruffling against an unknown body hiding behind the tree line, moving as if they were unaware of the men or uncaring of danger. Rifles pointed towards the source, Price held control of the situation, aware of the danger when hunting feral hybrids. Ferals were unpredictable, unable to find the distinction between friend or foe, but they were smart, cunning and weren’t shy to group together, forming hunting packs. Those that were impossible to rehabilitate would stay in the wild, some causing trouble and others keeping to themselves, living alone or in a community they built on their own.

Despite the trepidataion and tension in their shoulders, the waited, breaths steady and unyielding to the harsh winds of early winter. They expected a wolf - or a few - or a bear to jump at them, but were released to see antlers poking out of the bush, tines interlocked with green and dried leaves still tied to a thin branch, followed by perked ears, rounded ends flicking against the leafage stuck around the antlers. A head soon followed, big, doe eyes with the dilated, rounded pupils staring at them with timid curiosity, uncertain of the danger.

Rather than a big brown bear or a deranged grey wolf, they found a curious deer hybrid. Price raised his fist, ordering the three of them to lower their weapons, holding it to his chest, he took a step towards you, slow and tentative. You jerked back, body moving out of your hiding place, fully exposing yourself to men —men deprived of the gentle touch of a woman and the loving embrace of one. You wore rags, hanging off the small straps of your shoulder and stopped mid-thigh, soft and plush skin; your dress hugged the promiscuous curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts and ass, leaving nothing to their imagination. You were a sight to hungry and deprived men like them, gruff and overworked, tired and wanting a moment of reprieve to relax and work off the stress.

“Hello,” it hadn’t crossed his mind whether or not you spoke, seeing that you were dressed in nothing but rags despite looking clean and untouched by filth, simply delicious to their eyes. “I’m John,” he gave you a smile, his eyes creased and cheeks wrinkled, his lips stretched under his bear-like beard, “Who are you?”

His softer approach made you compliant, mumbling out your name in a soft voice. You were skittish, looking as if a single abrupt movement would have you buck away from them, and they couldn’t have that, you were a source of information and much more. Soft curves and doe-eyed filled with a sort of innocence, able to thrive in the wild with feral hybrids, ye untouched by their rough and untamed character.

“Who… who are they?” Your eyes gazed over the three men behind Price, hands pulled to your chest in an effort to give yourself comfort and protection against the dark gleam in their brown and blue eyes.

“That’s Soap,” your eyes followed his hand, hovering towards the men with striking, blue irises and a weird haircut. “Gaz,” he motioned towards the man with warm, brown skin and a pretty face. “And Ghost,” he was the most intimidating, broad and big, it made you shudder. “What are you doing here?”

The question lingered in the air, you frowned, seemingly unwilling to divulge your reason because you had the same question, wanting to know why big, armed men were threading in your home. You looked away, staring at their feet rather than their strong gaze, feet shuffling around. They watched you bite your lip, pearly whites peaking under your lip to sink down in your glossy lips, perfect for kissing. How would you taste if they got their hands on you? Would your mouth taste as sweet and delicious as you looked? You were temptation on two feet.

“This is my home,” you reluctantly told them, becoming more anxieties by the second. It seemed like you were waiting for the right moment to skip away, to rush through the forest and hide away from the men who had a sudden interest in you. “You?”

“Classified, love.”

You perked up and shied away at the way he called you, his rumbling voice turning soft and disarming, near becoming for a sensitive hybrid like you. You were so adorable when you acted all shy, ears flicking and little nose scrunching up. You were naturally wary of anyone as a prey animal, vulnerable and without claws or sharp teeth against anything bigger than you. They could all see the tension building in your body, ears backed against your head and fingers fumbling around, his voice might’ve soothed you, but his reply made you fearful, suspicious enough to look more and more like you were going to flee.

If you ran, they would follow, Ghost would probably the one to catch you first, surprisingly fast and nimble for someone of his stature. He’d tackle you to the ground, scruff you and hold you down despite your wails and take you back, you had something they needed. Ghost would do the training, prepping you however he deemed fit and punish you if you lashed out. Gaz and Soap could easily break you in, their gentler countenance working in their favour. A push and pull, essentially, with Soap’s puppy-like aggression and mischievousness, and Gaz’s gentle care and grounding hand. Price would keep you in check, sometimes overseeing Ghost’s training and other times participating in it, being the disapproving and sympathetic one when faced with Ghost’s cruel and degrading ways.

You were pretty in rags - you would look pretty in anything you wore - but you’d be the prettiest naked and stuffed on their laps, eyes rolled back and breasts jostling. Taking you would take care of their needs, the temptation pulsing in their crotch. You wouldn’t mind it, would you? It would be better than sleeping on the rough, forest terrain, victim to both nature and the wilderness. You would be protected and taken care of, what else would you want?

“Why don’t you come with us, love,” it wasn’t an offer, it was a demand —an order.

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neoarchipelago · 8 months

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Y/N and Soap arguing.

Soap: my jacket is perfect!

Y/N: no Soap! It's ugly! You're gay, you should know how to dress, what the fuck were you doing in the closet all this time?!

Gaz: chokes on pizza

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iifishizzleii · 3 months

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sad thoughts of gaz being the only one left.

after soap’s death, ghost wasn’t the same. somehow, it was possible for that man to become a mere phantom of who he was before; the jokes stopped because he felt there was nobody else to tell them to. he never lingered anywhere for too long of a time because there was nobody there to linger with. he started getting trapped in his head more and more, but the worst part of it was because there was nobody around to pull him back out when he was drowning. not anymore.

the guilt price carries eats at him from the inside out. it festers, heavy and horrible, keeping him from sleeping at every hour of the night. making it difficult to keep down any food when he can barely stomach his own mistakes. and in the day, when he feels that warm sun on his skin and the cool breeze in the air, the only thing he can think of is how someone else deserved to feel the sun, to breathe that air, more than he ever did.

and gaz. he does his best. he picks up the slack after price, stepping up to what he can when his captain starts losing steam. when ghost gets reckless, dangerously so, it’s gaz who’s pulling him back, catching the last two pieces of his family team by the frays and desperately hoping he’s enough to keep them together.

but, he’s not.

years later, he’s sitting alone at a diner. the waitress there is new, and she only knows about the old man through stories told by previous and older/current workers. he always sits alone in a booth big enough for four, seated on the inner left side. he only ever orders tea. whenever he comes, it’s with a cigar he never smokes for himself. instead, he lights it and lets it burn in an ash tray besides him. and he’s thumbing across dog tags in his hands, three in total.

the waitress only manages to catch a glimpse of what they say; ghost, soap, price.

the workers call him looney. they make up all kinds of stories about the old man who sits alone in his booth. that he was some crackhead who found those dog tags off the ground, considering how old they looked. that he was just another old man who found himself in a world with no family or friends to depend on, forced to live day by day off of whatever money he can find.

because his only family lives through memories, now. stories. but, he can’t even share those.

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4me2knowandyou2wonder · 6 months

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Hey COD writers, I just want you to know that in some army pants, there are holes at the top of the main pockets for breathability. What I’m trying to say here is that if *someone* stuck their hand inside *someone elses* pocket—as long as that someone else doesn’t have their shirt tucked in super deep—this person could touch the other’s stomach and maybe even their treasure trial.

That’s all, thank you for your time.

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simonrillleyyysss · 2 months

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soapgaz and bunny hybrid reader??? >.< ough….

ugggghhh!!

sorry it’s short i’m rlly rlly sick

they’re so sweet! always doting over their pretty little bunny, oh—how pretty are you today? they’re constantly complimenting their darling!! they buy you a new little outfit??

“lookin’ fuckin’ stunnin’, lassie.”

accompanied by a few kisses to your cheeks, or gaz’s..

“you’re so pretty today, honey.”

you’re adorable, how can they help themselves around you?? when you’re sitting in the common room, tail twitching and flicking up and down as gaz’s lips pressed against your own, cupping your cheek with his large palm—watching soap play with your ears and grind against your arse:((

don’t act confused! you knew what you were doing, wearing that pretty skirt around them—thighs smushed together as soap kneaded at your arse, leaning over your shoulder to spit in gazs’ mouth, kyles fingers groping at your breasts :((

doesn’t take long for your ears to perk up while soaps fucking into your cunny!! soft gasps n whimpers leaving ur mouth, garrick’s tongue licking along johnnys tight hole—soaps thumb rubbing against your clit in tight circles, ur tummy tightening with pleasure :((

they love seeing you slobber along their thick cocks, spit pouring from your lips as johnny tugged at your ears, bringing your head upwards as a soft squeak left your throat, mascara smudged and tongue hung out of your mouth, mactavishes fist pumping kyles cock.

“fuckin’ stunning, isn’t she,garrick?”

“gorgeous, big smile, baby.”

their just so nasty w their lil bby, maybe even make u ride a carrot if your annoying them :((

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rottweiler1 · 2 months

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❝𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.❞

pairing: 141 x male!reader and maybe some los vaqueros + others

summary: the 141 needed a helping hand to protect the world, only 4 wasn't enough. they decided for a interesting 5th member. and seemingly, the 141's other allies were also intrigued.

word count: 582 (promise next ones longer!!)

cw: violence, normal cod gore, angst, poorly translated scottish from google

A/N: this is my first fanfic series so i will make a master list soon enough for this series. this series might only have maybe 10 parts i presume? either way, i hope you'll enjoy this series!! -rottweiler

1/?

part 1 -part 2 - part 3

❝FUCKING IFRINN.❞

After the mission of 141 was half bad and good, they did stop a army of terrorists to infiltrate the city of london but all of them got hurt. Soap was groaning as the medical nurse taking out the gun wound on his shoulder, a pulling it back sent a louder groan from the scott. And maybe he yelled 'fucking hell' in scott. Gaz had 3rd degree burn on his fingers from the bomb getting heated up, close to exploding the hell out of the city. Ghost got some teeth knocked off while fighting off the terrorists, his gun was kicked away from his grip so he had to do hand to hand combat. Price had an ankle sprain from running too fast for his teammates, slipping over with a crack to be heard. Possibly a grade 1.

❝ Captain, we'll never get close to the terrorists. the man gave us false intel.❞ Gaz said, interrupting the silence (apart from soap groaning..) that was made in the medical room. He was bandaging his fingers around, making some whines by the burn still affecting him. Price huffed out his cigar while had some bandaged over his ankle, glancing at the man with the cap. The captain groaned and pinched down his nose bridge, rubbing it from the headache he was on. The mission was still a undergo..

Ghost laid back against the chair that creaked under his large weight, balaclava over his face but with only above his nose. He had a ice pack in his mouth, some bruises on the sides of his cheeks, making him groan a bit from the cold hitching in his mouth. The captain himself got up before saying. ❝ Look, i will talk with Laswell from this. you all get some rest. ❞ All 3 nodded before resting down by the infirmary, The captain walked down the hall, the noise of his boots with his hat having a few holes, made him fucking angry to damage his hat. The captain opened the door to Laswell's office, The woman in her maybe 40's glanced up at the man with a frown. She has heard about the calls of the mission, staring at Price's damaged hat she then said. ❝I know your here to talk to me about the mission to London.❞

Price sat down and sighed out loudly, glaring at the table. ❝ I'm very much aware of that, Laswell. Those fuckin' assholes injured all my boys, including me. And my Fucking Hat.❞ Price said with rage, cold stoned eyes stare at Laswell's, Laswell then stared at Price in raged denial, The man thought it was an easy mission, but its been awhile since the mission was this vile. Laswell then said. ❝ I told you John, those terrorists were not like the other ones you've encountered.❞

Price stared at Laswell before slamming his fist on the table. ❝ SHOULD'VE TOLD ME THAT THEY HAD THEIR FUCKIN' HANDS ON A RPG AND BOXES FULL OF EM' BOMBS. THOSE PEOPLE WERE ON FUCKING STAKE.❞ Laswell stared at him, silent. ❝ I don't fucking mind if it was 6 or 7 people dead. BUT BUILDINGS SIDE BY SIDE WAS FUCKING GONE. IN SHAMBLES.❞ Price yelled as he was fed up, Standing up as he gripped his fist that was on the table, sitting back down slowly as he was disappointed in himself. How could he let that happen?

Laswell spoke up. ❝ Price, we can still try. The army might not be dead but you still saved people. ❞ Laswell then glanced over at the file drawers, she then got up before walking over to the drawers and opened them, taking out some files, at least 25 files. She placed them down on the wooden dark brown surface, sitting back down on her office chair and said: ❝ I think we need an add-on to the taskforce. ❞ Price glanced at her. raising a brow. ❝ An add on.. ❞ Price repeated once under his breath.. looking down at the files.

Price took the files and sighed, Laswell was right. These 4 man missions weren't always easy. and by that, getting hurt lots but a 5th hand doesn't sound like a bad idea. ❝ These are the newest recruits that past selection. Take your time, John.❞ Price then stumbled across a file, building up a smirk on his face.. This one was a big powerhouse.

file;

(Y/N) (L/N).

AGE; (A/N. age number)

COUNTRY; (C/N.)

CALLSIGN; Dino.

That's all price needed to know. ❝ Are you interested in Dino? ❞ Laswell asked before crossing her arms, staring at the man viewing the file with a smile. ❝ I've heard of him.❞ Dino was usually an add on or a solo, Making price saying. ❝ I'll take Dino into the team.❞ Laswell stared before nodding, Dino was a professional sniper.. With his large height and muscular frame, maybe he would be good use. Laswell then said. ❝ I'll call them in tommorow if your free enough.❞ Price happily nodded, getting his hands on such powerhouse.. rumors were the Dino was taller then a door.. The reason they called him Dino was because of those slit pupils of his.. his unbearable scratching, once ripped someone's ear off.

The next day, Dino was then called in by Laswell, walking through the hall with whispers from other soldiers, stepping aside for the giant to walk through. Dino then got in the office with a grunt, the doors were a bit small for him to stand straight and walk to. ❝ Hello.. Are you Laswell. ❞ Laswell turned around as Price stared at the giant in disbelief.. that motherfucker was a whole building. Laswell then said. ❝ Yes, i am Laswell. I've decided to pair you up into a taskforce as a 5th member. You recall the phone call? ❞ Dino then nodded before turning his eyes to the man who stared at him. ❝ This is your captain, Captain price. ❞

Price stood there.. he then got to reality before reaching out his hand and cleared his throat, talking in a calm manner. ❝ Nice to meet' ya, Dino.❞ Dino shook the captains hand being bigger then his, Price then grunted quietly from the heavy shake. He took his hand away, so did price. ❝ John price will escort you to your other teammates, Your mission will be coming up in the 20th.❞ Laswell explained as Dino nodded again, following price down the hall. He got quite the looks from the soldiers, a shocked expression.

Price then looked at Dino with a grin, opening the door to the meeting room that price has assigned his teammates to wait in. Dino got through the door frame before getting looks. ❝Who.. the fuck? ❞ Gaz stared in disbelief. ❝ O shit, is e togalach fucking slàn a tha sin! ❞ (oh shit thats a whole fucking building!) Soap yelled in shock. Ghost had no words.. the man was taller then him, The ghost huntsman itself.. had a dinosaur as a teammate.

Dino stared.. his appearance was his military gear and with the yellow spikes on his back that were sharp to resemble a dinosaur sort of looking spike. Making him look stoned and sharp-minded. Price then spoke up.

❝ You boys fuckin' behave cause hes your new teammate, Dino. ❞

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bruhhxiao · 2 months

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I have a feeling that Ghost Simon Riley would freeze and stop whatever he was doing when he hears his partner singing/listening to a heartbreaking song or something about breaking up. He isn’t the type to show much love but I imagine him caressing his partner cheek while they’re sleeping or hug them from behind blocking them from what they were doing and say..

"I'd rather you cheat on me than me breaking your heart."

THIS MAN WOULD DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT HIS PARTNER 😭😭

I apologize for my poor English but this just came up to mind while I was preparing for bed💀👌🏻

#ghost simon riley x reader #ghost simon riley #task force 141 #soap john mactavish #john price #gaz kyle garrick #cod x you #cod fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod mw3 #konig cod #konig x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #141 x reader #cod headcanons

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hereisrachel · 6 months

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Poly(?)141 x reader headcanons

Imagine seeing bunch of military men and woman being cuddled in a pile like a cats, you see Gaz and Soap in public and you must think they are gay. They always claim to be friends no matter what. Gaz being curled on Price's lap, Soap welcoming Gaz home with peppering kisses on his face (not on lips tho 🤭), you laying cuddled to Ghost under a pile of blankets, smiling and looking into Gaz's beautiful brown eyes.

These situations are on daily basis, people think you and gaz are together, but then they see you acting the same with soap and they don't know what to think anymore.

But they are just friendly like that! Homies are homies right? When it comes to you, well you are a good friend. Friends kiss each other after all. It's not like anyone has much evidence, none of you are having sex with each other or kissing on lips. No romantic tensions, everyone is relaxed because ya'll are just bunch of good friends!

"People should care about each other", that's what they tried to tell police every time they jumped at someone at the bar.

But deep inside, every single of you know that the task force's "Family" (as soap likes to say) is so much more than friends, not a lovers, but also not a friends.

At the end of the day, you don't think about it too much, laying into anyones Soap's chest, Ghost being cuddled into his back while price and gaz lay together next to you (The sleeping positions often change because they argue about it a lot lmfao) you are happy so it doesn't matter who are you all anymore.

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remiebear · 8 hours

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Fishing time!

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yandere-kokeshi · 3 months

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Warnings: yandere behavior, violence, and everything Platonic. Bad editing, too.

I can’t stop thinking of yandere Older-brother! Gaz.

He'd honestly is the best kind of brother, especially since you two grew up with hips connected. The two of you know each other like the back of your hand, and he knows everything about you.

And he loves showing it off.

If he senses you getting close to somebody — a romantic partner — he likes to show it off in an I'm-not-totally-jealous type of way.

If your partner brings you ice cream on a particular bad day, Kyle immediately comes over, babying you with a gentle smile before bringing out two tubs of ice cream and whip cream. Side-eyeing them in a screw you look.

They buy you a limited edition book, signed by the particular author? He buys more books than them, ensuring that they’re hard-cover, signed with thick ink, and getting the entire series. He wraps it up, too; watching your excitement with a big smile.

It only drops as soon as your partner walks into the room, his brown eyes staring into your partners own eyes.

Feeling lonely and needing someone to hang out with? Kyle is always there for you, isn’t he?

He’s immediately calling you up, taking you to the theaters to see a movie you’d been wanting to see. Taking you out after the movie for a lovely dinner, talking your ear off with a wide smile. Bringing up childhood memories that he adores.

Like that one time, he nearly killed another guy? The man commented on your shirt aggressively. To which, he resulted in getting most of his face disfigured. But, you don’t need to know that, right? You only know about the spitting part.

It’s no secret how touchy he is; the military messing him up. His loving manner of hugs and sloppy kisses show just how much he loves you.

Kyle loves holding your hand, his warm palm grasping yours and squeezing it 3 times. Letting you know the secret code.

Or how his hugs are so deep. Arms grasping your lower back, fingers playing with the fabric of your t-shirt; smiling widely like a goofball before laughing very hard, trying his best not to ruin the moment.

Oh God. He loves these moments.

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mikeluciraphgabe · 1 month

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Husband Gaz

Fluff, pranks, cuddles

Gaz lays back in your shared bed, playing on his phone as you finish up your bedtime routine. He looks up every few seconds, watching, before he goes back to scrolling.

You’re putting the final lotion on your face when he goes, “I think we should get divorced.”

Slowly looking into the mirror, you look him over and scruff before spinning on your heel. “Thank God you brought it up. I’ve actually been thinking-“

Immediately, Gaz sits up and a panicked look falls on his face. “Wait-“

Rolling your eyes and crawling up beside him, you point at his phone. “Honey, I know the trend.”

He pouts. “That’s mean.”

Kissing your husband, you slide under the covers and tuck into his side. Gaz flicks the lamp off before drawing you closer. “If you can’t handle the heat, don’t dish it out baby.”

Gaz grumbles into your hair and the two of you fall silent.

“I love you.” He whispers right as you get to the fuzzy side of sleep, squeezing you once.

You mumble something close enough to “love you too.” Before a soft snort leaves your mouth.

#i need him carnally #like actually #i giggled writing this #gaz kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz cod #gaz x you #gaz call of duty #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick call of duty #141 #task force 141 #tf 141

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neoarchipelago · 28 days

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And they were Roommates

Cod - Reader x Simon Riley

Chapter One

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fiveteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty-one

Epilogue

Full ebook

Pinterest MOODBOARD

Special thanks to @arcera42 for the art cover!

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iifishizzleii · 3 months

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a 141!fanfic, except it’s told from the point of view of the reader’s best friend— you. like, actual you.

(pt. 2)

you, who sees neighbor!simon while walking the reader to their apartment late at night, catching simon as he steps out his apartment, locking the door and dressed to the nines in black and a balaclava, and you immediately drag reader into their apartment. you don’t even let them say hi to him because he’s a fucking behemoth dressed in “bitch what the FUCK” and with a hint of three “hell”s and four “naw”s. and there’s no way in hell you’re standing within ten feet of him without your mace. and when reader decides to bake him goodies anyways to be a ‘good neighbor’ despite your protests of “you think it’s cute until your fucking underwear is going missing when you do laundry and that guy is suddenly at every store and shop you go to”. (reader calls you an asshole for that, and you say you’re being realistic while holding back from putting cyanide in the brownie mix) and it ends up with neighbor!simon opening his door, eyes darting down to reader’s bashful smile and freshly baked goods, before widening a fraction when he sees you standing not too far behind with a metal bat behind your back.

you, who spots drunk!soap flirting with drunk reader at a bar and immediately whisks them away, arms wrapped around their sides like a mama bear carrying their cub. you ignore the pointed look the scottish man sends you, obviously annoyed at your interruption, so you flip him off and threatening to pin his dick to a wall if he so much as tries to follow you guys out. and when he persists, giving out his help to drag poor reader, intoxicated out of their mind, back to your car. so you start barking at him like how those girls would bark at unwanted attention from men in the tiktoks u see. and it shocks soap silent because one— he’s never been refused before. and two— he’s never been refused by a fucking bark. but he’s too flabbergasted (and drunk) to do much more than watch you toss reader into the passenger seat of your car and speed off. if he memorizes your license plate in that span of time, you don’t know that yet.

you, who’s visiting reader at the diner they work at. you’re sitting by yourself at one of the smaller booths— you don’t mind because you’re only there until reader gets off their shift so that you both can go hang out after. but, it’s five minutes before they can clock out when a man with skin the color of fresh soil and the roundest brown eyes knocks their drink on accident, a full pint of beer spraying all over the countertop. customer!gaz notices the spilt he caused, but only gives reader— who’d already changed out of uniform and had their bag slung over one shoulder— a glance and a quick smile before returning to his seemingly important conversation with a man in a boonie hat. and, that’s all it takes to get you rising from your seat and storming toward the scene, snagging a bunch of paper towels from your table and rushing over to help reader clean the mess up. you don’t care if you’re not supposed to— they’re off work, which means they shouldn’t be cleaning up after grown men who can’t spare their own mistakes a glance. and that’s exactly what you spit at both men, watching them both snap their heads at you as you loudly hiss, “you think you’re too fucking good to at least apologize for your mess? fucking dickeads”, then turning around to give reader a reassuring smile and helping finish in cleaning the mess. when customer!price begins to apologize and so does his companion, both looking equally apologetic, you only roll your eyes and guide reader out by the hand while also ignoring the way reader seemed to gush about both of the handsome men. as if they had conveniently forgotten about how it was their fault you both reeked of beer now.

you, who runs from hell and back to keep reader away from the 141 because they’re sketchy as fuck, even from a civilians standpoint. but, all that energy you put in redirecting their focus somewhere else, only puts it on an entirely unexpected target; you. like, actual you.

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4me2knowandyou2wonder · 6 months

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*Soap has been called into Prices office, no one knows why but they’re slightly nervous. Gaz and Ghost are waiting for Soap to return in dead silence*

Soap: *slides out of prices office like an omen* *his face is serious*

Soap:

*This is how Soap revealed that he got a promotion*

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