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You haven’t noticed him yet.

Lost in the words printed on the pages, you haven’t glanced up from your book since Simon stepped out of the shower, peeking at your figure through the window panes.

You’re out on the small, cramped balcony of your shared London flat, curled into yourself to squeeze all your limbs as comfortably as you can onto the wicker chair.

The half empty cup of tea sitting on the small side table next to you is no longer as warm as it was when you first brought it out. Without a second thought, Simon goes to warm up the kettle again, not wanting you to get cold.

He frowns as your fingers quickly catch the edge of your book before the wind can flip your current page away, your hair being blown away from your face. He spots the tiny shiver that goes through you and decides he’ll bring out a throw blanket for you as well. Maybe one of his hoodies.

You’d teased him about something like this the other day, after he’d finished tucking your chair in at a local cafe. Saying that his love language was sooo obviously acts of service.

He’d playfully rolled his eyes, joking about how yours must be to never stop talking, chuckling at the half hearted kick he received underneath the table, before you explained that that wasn’t what love languages are.

Simon wasn’t so sure about that whole idea. All he knew was that he liked taking care of you, just as you took care of him. Simple as that.

He knows he always feels lighter after you send him a thankful smile any time he carries your bag for you or opens your door.

He knows you can’t stop smiling for at least a minute any time you swipe an eyelash off his cheek, carefully holding it in front of his lips so he can blow it away and ‘make a wish’.

He knows his chest always swells with pride any time you compliment his cooking, whether he attempted a dish on his own or simply added a seasoning to something you were already making.

He knows all the tension disappears from your shoulders when you’re sat in his lap, gently wiping away his black face paint from around his eyes, taking extra care around his delicate skin, humming a soft little melody for the both of you to hear.

He knows there isn’t anything in this entire god forsaken earth that makes him happier, than making you happy.

That’s why he’s been secretly looking into a new place for the two of you. This tiny shoebox of a flat had been fine when it was just him crashing here a handful of times a year between missions. When you got together and began spending more time sleeping here than at your own place, it only made sense to move in once your lease was up.

But now your books are piled in stacks along the baseboards, the closet can barely contain your clothes mixed in together, and the sight of you sitting out on that cramped balcony just doesn’t sit right with him.

He wants to give you a proper place, a home. He wants to be able to give you an actual yard with room to sprawl out and grow a garden if you want, or just lay out a picnic blanket and read until the sun sets.

He wants to hear you nag him about mowing the lawn, or raking the leaves, or shovelling the driveway. He wants to run out into a sudden summer storm with you to quickly pull off the laundry that had been drying on the clothes line, laughing the entire time.

As though sensing his gaze on you, you slowly lift your head, a chuckle slipping past his lips as your eyes immediately light up with excitement, a sweet smile gracing your lips as you send him a wave.

He lifts his hand, waggling his fingers back at you, the same corny grin on his face, knowing that there isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for you.

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 12

���ʳⁱᶜᵉ/ᵍᵃᶻ/ᵏʳᵘᵉᵍᵃʳ/ᵃˡᵉʲᵃⁿᵈʳᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: cussing (as always), short

——— 🛏️ 🍳 ———

The pounding in your head drags you up from the depths of sleep. Black tendrils try to hold on, try to pull you back under. Warm blankets and soft sheets whisper false promises of you staying forever. Bright and sharp pain cuts through the dark.

An amused scoff answers your groan of pain as you roll onto your stomach. Knuckles tap your shoulder before turning and opening, reveling two white pills.

Nails accidentally scratch the outstretched palm and you send an apologetic sound to the owner of it. A cup of water is shoved into your vision as the attempt to dry swallow the pills ends in you sitting up and nearly choking.

’𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕛𝕒. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕞𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕥 𝟠𝕒𝕞.’

Swallowing roughly, your eyes slightly tear up from the water hitting your dry throat. The dark blue light filtering the room from the curtains is enough to tell you, this isn’t your room. That’s confirmed by the large and soft king sized bed, not your thin twin sized. And the plush carpet instead of cold concrete.

‘Ale? Where am I?’

‘𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥he ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕠. 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥...... 𝕠𝕕𝕕.’

’Odd? What do you mean by odd? Did I do something bad?’

‘ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕. 𝕀𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙.’

The idea of dwelling on that new fact was tempting but the pain in your bladder won the battle for your attention. Your legs feel like jello as you try to stand, after some back and forth Ale finally helps you to the bathroom. He’s chuckles at your flushed cheeks and quiet thanks while closing the door.

You emerge a few minutes later after successfully getting the feeling back in your legs. Instead of going left and back to the bedroom you head right, towards the noise of life. Cutlery scratching against porcelain dishes makes your face scratch and ears ring.

‘Mornin Luv, how’d ya sleep?’ Gaz greets from his perch at the bar. A plate of eggs and bacon in-front of him.

‘Slept fine,’ you rub your dry eyes and yawn. ‘what happened and why am I here?’

‘You passed out while serving soup at lunch a few days ago. Graves and Velikan were the first to notice other than your little friend. We were going to bring you back to your dorm but doctors say you need to be monitored and so, you’re here instead.’

‘I don’t need to be monitored. I’m a fully grown adult.’

‘Yes Las you do and don’t try to fight us on it.’ The boom of Prices voice makes you wince as you tune to face him.

‘No I don’t-‘

‘You called Soaps car an animal last night. You also convinced yourself that this,’ he gestures to the air, ‘is actually the main kitchen, just renovated by ninjas. Including the bedroom and the whole base also.’

‘Oh…’

‘Yea, oh…. is right. Till we deem you fit to survive on your own, you’re staying here being monitored. It’ll be like the hospital, you’re either here or there’s at-least 1 trusted adult with you at all times.’

‘A trusted adult? Are you actually being serious? I can’t tell with the accent.’

‘Dead. Today your on full bed rest, no getting up except for the bathroom. Your trusted adult will bring any food or anything you’ll need otherwise.’

‘How long will this go on? I have stuff to do. Also, aren’t you guys busy with some big mission? How are any of you going to have the time to spend watching me?’

‘We are busy but not all at the same time. Majority of it is paper work anyway so even if whoever’s here has stuff to do, they can do it on a laptop easily.’

Arguments try to fester in your mind. You can take care of yourself just fine, no need for some trusted fucking adult. Maybe you could lie that missing too many days might get you sent back to your home base. Or maybe you can go Prices boss. They might be able to make the captain let you work or at the very least, heal alone. Maybe you can-

You must have hard core zoned out seeing as Price and Gaz are gone, leaving the kitchen empty. The sound of the front door creaking open and them talking to someone fills the silence.

‘You good to watch her? Don’t let her out of your sight, at-least not today. She’ll definitely try to run.’

‘ꪗꫀᜣ ꪖꪶꪶ ᧁꪮꪮᦔ ꫝꫀ᥅ꫀ. ﺃꪶꪶ ᛕꫀꫀᜣ ꪖꪀ ꫀꪗꫀ ꪮꪀ ꫝꫀ᥅, ᛕꫀꫀᜣ ꫝꫀ᥅ ꪮꪊꪻ ꪮᠻ ꪻ᥅ꪮꪊ᥇ꪶꫀ.’

Dammit of course the one trusted adult is the fucking shed man. Maybe you will stay in bed all day, then you won’t need to struggle with understanding the walking mesh bags voice.

——— 🛏️ 🍳 ———

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 11

ᵖʳⁱᶜᵉ/ⁿⁱᵏᵗᵒ/ᵏᵒⁿⁱᵍ/ⁿⁱᵏᵒˡᵃⁱ/ᵏʳᵘᵉᵍᵃʳ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: Pt2 of day 9, cussing, confusion, 1 use of Y/N, that’s about all, Hope y’all enjoy!

——— 🍲 🛏️ 🚗 ———

‘Thanks.’

‘Of course Jack, tell Laura and the kids I say hi!’

 

He shoots you a thumbs up as he walks away, apple shoved in his mouth. The soup vat you’re serving out of is getting low, the ladle is barely able to scoop without scraping the bottom. Just as you're about to turn around and grab more, Chase slides in beside you and swaps them out without a sweat. Now that you think about it, Chase isn't even glistening or flush cheeked. You, on the other hand, feel like an ant trapped under the light beam of a magnifying glass some psychopathic 4 year old is holding. 

‘Here ya go, fresh and ready to serve,’ beaming, he turns to you and his smile drops, ‘you ok? You don't look too hot.’

The air is harder to breathe but you're also standing over a steaming pot of soup so it's not like you're breathing the freshest air. It's hot steam that's rolling through your nostrils as you inhale causing your head to go fuzzy. Your temples are throbbing and your eyes feel tight but that's just because of the steam, right?

‘Y/N you should really go take a break or at-least sit down. If I looked like death earlier then you look like death reincarnate.’

‘Gee thanks Chase, you really know how to flatter a girl don't you?’

You turn to Chase, about to reassure him you're perfectly fine but when you open your eyes you see…… Nikolai? What is Nikolai doing in the kitchen? What is Nikolai doing near you? He hurt your feelings. Bleary blinking turns to a tired glare and downturned mouth. 

‘Ere she is. Follow my finger luv.’

Captain Price? What is he doing in the kitchen? He also hurt your feelings. Why are the two men you dont wanna see in the kitchen with you? Turning away you feel your hair catch and slide on a soft texture. Since when were the lights in the kitchen a warm yellow? Why…. why are there pillows in the kitchen? Whatever interior decorator did this needs to be fired asap.

‘Luv, come on you gotta follow-’

‘Shhhhhhhhhhhh.’ your finger smushes his lips.’I don’ wanna talk to you or you,’ said finger gets about 1 cm from stabbing Nikolais eye out. ‘Why are there pillows in the kitchen? Did you bring them Nikolai?,’ Your head moves as you look around the room. ‘You seem like the kind of persson to put a pillow in a kitchen, fucking psycopath.’ 

Whatever Nikolai tries to say is halted as Price grips his arm, they begin murmuring. Whatever, if they wanna have their secrets then they can have them. The more you look around the more you see, obviously. Wow, they must have renovated the kitchen while you were distracted by the soup. Sneaky bastards, they even painted the walls differently. Not sure why someone would want a bed in the middle of a kitchen and no counters but you're not one to judge. Hey, they even renovated your clothing at the same time. Sitting up you slide your legs around to truly feel the soft texture of the gray sweatpants that replaced your plaid pjs.

Price and Nikolai are still talking and other than the few concerned glances, they don't pay you much mind. Judging by the size of this room, they must have put up walls and sectioned off the kitchen so…. time to go EXPLORE. Gracefully flopping onto the floor there's a scuffle behind you but you're too busy taking off out the door to care. Your body immediat;y meets a wall that you bounce off of before scurrying right. Seconds later the door slams open again and both men are right on your ass. 

That's where the counters are! The warm yellow light has turned cold white, which kinda hurt your head, but damn are you excited to see the counters. And oh my goodness, Konig and Nikto are sitting at the counters, how exciting! You wanna stop and talk but something tells you to keep running. It is pretty fun, even with burning in your chest and throat but whatever!

‘Hello Konig! Hello Nikto! The….. the kitchen looks cool huh? Can't believe they put a bed in it, how silly!’ You shoot past them so fast their clothing jostles. Before they can reply you're out the front door with Nikolai and Price just exiting the hall. 

‘Shes go’ a bad concussion, doesn know where she is.’ Is the quick explanation they get before they join the chase.

Your nose meets fresh air and your eyes meet a gorgeous sunset lit base. Grass paddens your footsteps as you run and oh look, a shed! Pretty sure you've seen that in a dream or something, how fun! A shadow separates from the shed as you grow closer and oh, he must really like the shed. Pretty sure he was in your dream about it, he helped you with the hoses. What a nice man.

 

‘Hello hose man!’

You assume his eyes follow you as you pass, not like you can see them or anything but his head moves so his gotta even if they don't want to. The soft grass turns to hard black pavement, this stuff hurts your feet as they slam into it. Huh, they must have renovated your shoes to socks without you noticing also. The renovators have to be ninjas or something, sooooooo sneaky.

Following the center line is quite fun as you run, sometimes it turns into shorter lines and then you semi hop on them. The game is cut short as the lines become light and lighter. The yelling behind you grows louder even though you get further from the sources. How odd. Turning your attention back to straight you are blinded by two large glowing eyes. Whatever animal this is, it's got a loud screech. So loud that you skid to a stop and plug your ears, eyes closing automatically from the sheer brightness. 

White floors your eyes and stays, burning your retinas though your lids. Muffled noises grow louder and louder. Shouting back and forth as they all gain distance. Some sounded angry, some worried. Ringing starts up as soft hands grip yours and remove them from your ears.

‘Ye guys need tae shut th' fuck up!,’ the pretty mohawked man turns back to you, ‘Ye a'richt lassie? Did ye git hurt anywhere? Dae ye ken where ye are?’ You know him right? Maybe. You feel like you do, his name is on the tip of your tongue.

‘Hello……. your pretty. Wait… were you riding in on that animal? It's really loud and it's got bright eyes. How'd you ride it?’ He turns and looks at the animal before looking back at you, smile never faltering.

‘Thanks bonnie, ah think yer pretty tae. Dae ye ken whaur yer richt noo?’

‘Oh yea were in the kitchen. How crazy right!,’ you wave him closer as you lean towards his ear, ‘Ninjas renovated it and they are pretty sneaky so i never noticed.’

‘Ah..... Ninjas ye say? They're quite sneaky yer richt. How aboot we go back tae bed 'n' lay doon. Ah heard if ye lay in bed lang enough, they'll even come 'n' visit ye.’

‘Really? I wanna see the ninjas, let's go!’ You grip his wrist and start walking back the way you came. 

‘Oh, I didn't realize you had so many friends. Did they also ride on the animal with you?’ Four men were standing and watching the interaction, occasionally sharing looks. ‘Don't trust those two,’ Johnny snorts as you whisper yell into his ear and point at Price and Nikolai.

‘Is that richt? Weel ah bet thay wont mynd traivelin back whin ye 'n' aye take the car back.’

Your feet planted firmly into the ground as he tried to pull you toward the scary animal. He gets the hit immediately and pivots, pulling you back toward the group of men.

 

‘Ye don lik’ cap 'n' nik so thay kin take the car back. What aboot th' ither three, dae thay git tae join us on our walk?’

‘Yea! Nikto and Konig are nice, if you don't feel good they bring flowers. Super nice, but him,’ you point at Kruegar, ‘I've only seen him in my dream so I'm not sure. But he was nice in my dream so he's gotta be nice in real life too.’

With that, the five of you make your way back to the kitchen bed. The animal was able to go way faster than all of you so it went ahead. The sun dropped below the horizon long ago and the chill is starting to crawl up your legs through the thin socks. The two mean men aren't your friends but everyone else, they are basically your best friends. And best friends don't let their friends grow cold right? So if you're cold they must be cold too. 

Your silence gains a few glances as the men quickly talk, all of them have gloves but three, including you. Without much thought you grab the hands. Sure enough, they are chilly just like yours. Good thing you were here to warm them up, who knows how many fingers they would have lost in this cold if you didn't help warm them up. It's obvious when their cold hands warm up, their stiff fingers growing lax and curling around yours.

The animals asleep as your group approaches the house, it must be tired like you. The mean men are waiting in the kitchen's kitchen, standing when you enter. Gravity itself must be attacking your eyelids, it's almost impossible to look around as you're guided back to the kitchen bed. The socks are slid off your legs by someone you can't see, eyes too heavy to open. Must be those damn ninjas. The want to see them is overpowered by your want to nap. You'll only nap for 10 minutes then you'll open your eyes and see the ninjas yourself. When you do see them, youll be sure to ask them how their so fucking sneaky.

——— 🍲 🛏️ 🚗 ———

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 10

ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ/ˢᵒᵃᵖ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ (Drabble)

Info: pt2 of day 9 will actually come out tomorrow lol, it’s getting long but I’m not quite ready to post it yet so here’s a random ass Drabble set like 3 months in the future or something, cussing, use of Y/N (sorry again lmao!)

——— 🫖 🍵 ———

‘No johnny I’m not gonna try the fucking Rocky Mountain oysters!’

‘Ah come on las, just huv on’! Aye promise they're guid.’

‘Johnny, they’re bull balls. You may be into that kinda thing but it’s not my personal cup of tea.’

‘Who th' hell is talking aboot cuppa? Are ye wanting a cuppa tae drink wi' th' oysters?’

‘Johnny, what the fuck is a cuppa? Is that-Johnny is that a fucking sex term! Ew Johnny, ew!

‘Johnny, are you harassing her?’

‘Ah wasn't daein' anythin' LT. Ah juist wanted her tae try th' oysters 'n' she said something aboot a cuppa 'n' now she's mad at me fur asking her if she wants a cuppa!’

‘Luv, why do yew want a cuppa? I thought you hated tea?’

‘I do hate tea Simon but that’s not what we’re talking about right now! Right now, we’re talking about what the hell a cuppa is and why Johnnys brought it up in the first place.’

‘Y/n, a cuppa is tea. Is whit we say instead o' a cup o' tea. Or that's wha th' brit's say atleast, it grew on me efter a while o' livin wi' LT, Cap 'n' Gaz.’

‘Oh…. Why the fuck would I want fucking tea with bulls balls? I’m not a fucking psychopath Johnny!’

———🍵🫖———

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 9

ⁱᵈᵏ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: sorry this is unfinished, pt 2 will be day 10, I got off work at 11:30 and had to drive home through a blizzard so I don’t have the energy to finish it anytime before tomorrow at like 6pm so I figured I’d get this half out now and finish it tomorrow, use of Y/N (sorry lmao), cussing (ofc)

——— 😏 ———

You wake with a start. Heart already bumping blood through your ears as you slowly scan the dimly lit room. It’s unlikely that whoever was here last would be back, but not impossible. Deeming the coast clear you slide out of bed. Static shocks through the blanket and sheets as you move.

Clock says it’s 11:45 and lunch gets served at 12 and not wanting another visitor from dark side Bobble (please tell me yall get this reference) you throw on some pants and make your way to the Cafeteria. Slippers quietly squeaking in the empty hall as you go.

Maybe if you just peak your head in, just enough for Bobble and Vel to see you, then they’ll lay off and you can go back to sulking. The white noise of talking grows louder the closer you get to the multiple sets of double doors.

Should be easy enough. The cafeteria is huge and the little 141 crew typically sit in the far back corner, furthest from the entrance right infront of you. So they shouldn’t see you super easily but the guy from last night, he’s expecting you so hopefully he’ll be on the look out.

It’s like a giant pack of starving wolves when you peak around the entrance to see in. There people shoveling food into their mouth like this is their last meal ever, some are even playfully fighting each other for the last cookie or bread loaf. This only cements the fact that you don’t like eating with everyone else and prefer to come by later and eat. Glancing around some more, you take stock of the familiar faces.

Chase is in the food line, dishing out a soup of some kind, already looking tired and it’s not even 15 minutes into the hour long lunch yet. As suspected, the 141 & co are in the back corner. Everyone’s there, including Bobble and Vel and they all seem to be chatting. Not planning or preparing for a mission but just chatting. Like long time friends.

You still have 4 approved days of leave but maybe you should go help Chase out. He’s looking worse for wear and last thing you need is him getting injured some stupid way like you were. Maybe if you’re sly enough you could slip into the back of the kitchen and help with making food or something.

Ghost is busy keeping something out of Soaps reach while also standing in the corner and surveying the room. Gaz, Price, Nikolai and Rudy are playing something with cards. Ale and Val are arguing over something on a laptop screen. Nikto and Konig are stood together about 6 feet away from ghosts on the same wall, also surveying. Finally, Bobble and Vel are just leaned back in their seat, facing forward. Though if you had to guess, they’re probably talking to each other just not showing it.

The counter is roughly 25 feet away whereas the table holding all your issues, is over 60 feet away. Should be easy enough to slip in and help a little, then on the way out you’ll wave to Bobble to show you came and head back to bed.

After double checking and making sure everyone’s preoccupied, you shuffle your way to kitchen door, fling it open and slip inside. You may have used a bit to much force with door because it hits the wall with a resounding SLAM

The noise wasn’t loud enough to draw attention but to make sure you peak through the opening above the counter. No one seems to have noticed till you lock eyes with none other than motherfucking Bobble and quickly drop to the ground.

‘HOLY SHIT!,‘ Now THAT was enough to draw attention. ‘Y/N? What the fuck are you doing on the ground?’

‘Chase, shut the fuck up! Do you want me to get caught! I’m here to help you dipshit, you look like you’re already one foot in the grave.’ You scold, army crawling towards the corner of the kitchen both to block the view of you to anyone else but to also grab your apron stored there.

‘Scolded for what? You’re on leave but it’s not mandatory. No one’s gonna care whether you actually relax or-.’

‘No one's gonnae care if who relaxs or nae? Th' only person ah know who shuid be relaxing is y/n bit she's also ben keepin herself cooped up fur nearly 5 days wi'oot talking tae a'body. Ah swear if she's left her room 'n' didnae come 'n' see me foremaist ah'ament gonnae be very happy.’

A quick glance at your face tells Chase he’s already fucked up so, bless his heart, he attempts to damage control.

‘Ah hello Soap! I’m not sure what you’re talking about haha! Are you wanting second-‘

‘Is she back there?’ Dammit

‘Umm…. no?’

‘No? You sure you wanna lie to me soldier? If I look back there and I see her in those fucking plaid pajama pants and pink slippers, you’re gonna wish you were never born.’

‘Oh…. well you see….. she….’

‘you’re gonna wish you were never born, meh meh meh.’

‘’m sorry I must be hearin things. I swear I just heard a little bird mock me. Did you hear anything Johnny?’

‘Aye sir. Ah believe it cam from th' kitchen richt infront o' us.’

‘Tha’ so? I could’ve sworn who I just heard swore she’d never leave her little-‘

‘Ok ok, can you guys stop now. You know I’m back here now either get the food or get out of line, you’re causing a backup.’

Sure enough, there was now a line of 50+ soldiers all waiting for their food. Growing hungrier by the second but not stupid enough to say anything. Price opens his mouth, seemingly to say something back at you but you just shoo him away.

——— tbc ———

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 8

ᵏᵉᵉᵍᵃⁿ/ᵛᵉˡⁱᵏᵃⁿ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: Fem!Reader, Lots of cussing this chapter, also some angst, maybe?, idk, idc

——— 💧:( ———

Anger was a nasty itch that’s impossible to scratch without revenge, everyone knew that. Annoyance though? Annoyance was a parasite. It clung to a host and slowly made its way through the nervous system, making itself known every inch it grew.

That, that is why you’ve been holed up in your room for just about four days straight. You and Nikolai ended up bickering the whole drive (2 minutes) back to base. It was kinda fun at first but eventually he began getting under your skin. Saying shit with a purposefully thicker accent that had you confused and Captain Price chuckling. If there’s one thing you fucking hate, it’s being the butt of a joke you don’t get.

Sure, Val, Rudy and Ale teased you, hell they grilled you for almost 30 minutes straight to tell them who had the worst accent. (It’s definitely Rudy but you didn’t wanna hurt his feelings so you stayed silent) But Atleast you were in on the joke. It had even felt nice, like you were with not just friends but family again. Where you don’t have to be ashamed of your struggles understanding because instead of a flaw, they see it as a part of you.

But that fucking asshole Nikolai. Purposefully making remarks that only he and Price knew and laughing straight in your face after. No remorse, just amusement. To be honest though, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that Captain Price didn’t even try and help you.

He’s the one that brought the damn thing up in the first place and then, he left you to burn. You and him weren’t the closest ever, you knew that. But still, not only had you known him for a decent time, he’s also a Captain. A superior. And he essentially let you get bullied right in his back seat.

Ok well not bullied, that’s a bit overdramatic. But it still stung. What stung more though was honestly just the fact that it had bothered you so much. Like you don’t even know the man’s first name for fucks sake and here you are upset that he wasn’t backing you up? Fucking pathetic.

So that would be why your holes up in your room. Calling out of your shifts was easy enough, using the “just got out of the hospital” excuse really worked. And luckily, due to laziness, you have a 24 pack of water and enough snacks so you haven’t had to leave your room at all. Thank God for connected bathrooms too.

The clock reads 19:35 when the banging starts up on your door, again. For the past 3, now 4, days straight at exactly 19:35, Johnny has come around and tried getting you out of your room. The first day he was sympathetic.

‘A'm sorry bonnie. He kin be an arsehole sometime’. Ah promise he didnae mean anythin' by it. We all think yer fear is adorable, na no one ever mak's fun o' ye fur it. Ah promise.’

‘BULLSHIT!’ You had yelled back, that was the first and only time you’ve responded since. Was this a stupid hill to die on? Yes, yes it was. Are you still gonna die on it? Yes, yes you are.

Over the days he grew more and more impatient and it seems today he’s gotten to the banging and yelling stage. Yelling about how he and Gaz really miss you. And the Rudy keeps asking about you, he, Val and Ale are on a mission somewhere right now, and that of your still locked up when he gets back he’s breaking down the door.

The only reason Soap hasn’t done that exact thing yet is the fact that if he did, he’d be automatically terminated and dishonorably discharged. Seeing as you willingly talk to the medical staff, a break in couldn’t be excused by a supposed “wellness check”

He finally stops trying at 20:15, promising to be back at the same time the next day. Swearing that he’ll wear you down, no matter what. And so as sleep pills on your eyelids, you tuck in and pass out.

It’s only 2:45 when you wake, confused as to why you glance around and freeze. Standing in the far right corner of your room is a man, not moving, not speaking, just standing. You’re about to scream when the carpet to your left crunches. Slowly you look over and there’s a second man, of course there fucking is, standing maybe 2 feet away, also staring.

OH MY FUCKING GO-

‘You’re fine.’

I’m sorry,’What?’

‘I said, you’re fine. We aren’t going to do anything to you, just making sure you’re breathing.’

The man standing 2 feet away removes his weird as goggles things as he crouches down to your level.

‘See Vel, told you she’s fine. Now you can tell psychopath 1 and 2 to fuck off.’

With that he stands and makes his way to the door. The man in the far corner follows, not speaking a word. As he steps out of the shadows you see he’s also wearing a mask, one with a sharp-toothed mouth decorating the front.

‘I’m sorry but what the fuck was that?’

‘Like I said kid, just makin sure you’re alive. Now when you wake back up ima couple hours, leave the damn room and show everyone else you’re alive. If you don’t, I’m gonna send him,’ he juts his thumb to the silent Vel, ‘and you don’t want him to come and get you. Now have a good night and i better see you at lunch at the latest. I wanna watch as Nikolai and John apologize. It’ll be like watching the sun explode, once in a life time.’

With that, both men exit and shut your door, somehow relocking it from the outside. Welp, Atleast you now know another fellow American. Bringing the grand to total toooooo…. 3.

——— 💧:( ———

[gottalovetumbler]

𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔊𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔫𝔤

ˢⁱᵐᵒⁿ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info:super fucking short, it’s 5:30 am and I got shit to do at 6:30 and I haven’t slept a wink, sorry if it’s shit, this bad boy *smacks hood* took me a whole 20 minute to write

———✨⭐️🌟🌙———

-Imagine going on a cute date with Simon. Somewhere easy and small like a diner or the movies

-After you both decide you don’t want it to end so you take a walk through a near by park

-it’s only about 10pm but the sky is clear the star are out. If there’s one thing you love, it’s stars

-Hell, your wallpaper is the most recent picture of Jupiter curtesy of NASA (look it up if you haven’t seen it) (absolute fucking perfection I tell ya)

-As you walk around you can’t help but just stare up at the sky. Neck bent so far back that you choke when you try to swallow your spit, having to look forward and cough before going back to looking up

-The conversation carries on but Simon struggles to hide his amusement as you walk around talking with your neck bent unnaturally.

-He catches you the few times you stumble, murmuring a quiet, Careful sweetheart, that you obviously ignore as you go back to staring at the sky

-Just as your heading to the parking lot you notice a familiar constilation. The Little Dipper

-It’s the only one I can ever see! you tell him, eyes full of excitement

-Where is it at exactly luv? All I see are little dots.

-So you point at it, staring at him expectantly. Waiting for the, Oh wow that’s very cool or the Oh, I’ve never seen it before but it looks amazing

-Instead you’re met with the tell tale eye crinkle that says, Are you sure baby?

-Don’t looked at me like that Simon! It’s right there! You shove your finger in the same direction just harder, hoping that it’ll magically make the shape appear for him

-Sorry luv, still don’t see it

-Looking around you spot a bench and with a tight grip on his wrist, drag him over to it.

-After depositing Simon in-front of it you step on so you’re actually on his level. His attempt to turn and question you is stopped as you grab his head with both hands and line his gaze with yours.

-Ok, look at exactly where I’m pointing. You say with your head on his left shoulder and arm on his right, pointing directly at the constellation.

-You see it? If it were a really cup it’d be dumping out water right now. The handle is pointed to the Northeast and the bottom of the cup part is pointed Southeast. See?

-Oh yep, there it is. And you jump down satisfied that you finally got him to see it

-What YOU don’t see though, is how Simon’s cheeks flushed at the sudden closeness of his pretty date. Who, for some reason, really wanted him to see some stars.

-The rest of the night is fairly uneventful as Simon walks you to your door. With a small wave and a quiet goodnight you move into the doorway. Just as you start shutting the door, a boot stops you.

-Ever been to the observatory?

———✨⭐️🌟🌙———

Hope y’all enjoyed!!

[gottalovetumbler]

ℑ𝔪 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶, 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱? Decoder

Made for myself so can keep track easier but feel free to use it also!

Tf141: Font: Normal with accent typed Nickname(s): Bird, Las, Love, Bonnie

Krueger: Font: Anualucia Nickname(s): N/A

Konig: Font: Rvnes/chic Nickname(s): Kleine (Little one) & Elfchen (Little Elf)

Valeria: Font: Outline w/slash Nickname(s): Tesoro (Treasure)

Alejandro: Font: Outline Nickname(s): Carino (Dear) & Mija (daughter, doesn't have to be technical or blood tho)

Rodolfo: Font: Outline w/slash and shrunken Nickname(s): Nena (Baby)

Nikto: Font: Jungle Nickname(s): Solnishko (Little Sun)

Nikolai: Font: Wubbly/pinched up Nickname(s): Krasotka (Gorgeous)

[gottalovetumbler]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7

𝓓𝓪𝔂 8

ⁿⁱᵏᵒˡᵃⁱ/ᵖʳⁱᶜᵉ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: Fem!Reader, cussing, probably shit but I’m trying to get everyone introduced by day 10 so then I can start all the fun chapters so please bear with me

———👗 🛍️ ———

The next few days pass by in a blur. Lots of medicine induced sleep made it feel like a second in your life rather than 72 hours stuck in the same bed. The nurses were obviously upset with your trying to leave while not being discharged but they didn’t say much. At least not to you but you did hear some murmuring behinds closed doors between Gaz and them so maybe something was said. That’s didn’t matter much now seeing as you’re finally free to hobble your way back onto base.

You insisted you get yourself back alone after being discharged, much to the disappointment of your seven new and self identified “besties” as Soap said. They didn’t like the idea of you walking around alone and obviously injured but it was only a mile and half away so they couldn’t come up with any good reasons to stop you.

The walk back to the base was a welcome distraction, save for the stares you got of course. The hospital was practically in the bases backyard, separated by a Main Street sort of situation. Little shops lined the street with displays of different items catching your eyes as you passed.

Laughing families and cuddling couples surrounded you as you walked. It was 6pm on a Saturday so it’s not a surprising crowd. You watch a little girl with pigtails sprints into the local pet store, much to her parent’s dismay and chuckle as they chase her.

You pause your walk as you look across the street, an open sigh sits in the window of your favorite vintage clothing store. They typically close at 4 so you have no idea why they’re open now, but you aren’t going to question it.

Cool air snacks your face as you push the door open and greet the store owner. It takes a couple minutes to explain the unfortunate history behind your injuries but she eventually concedes when you tell her you just got out of the hospital and are doing a-ok.

When you ask, she lets you know that’s it’s the monthly family night where all the stores stay open so that military families can go and shop around together. Almost every store and restaurant stays open till 11pm so you’re told to go crazy and try-on as many things on as you want.

Twenty items later you finally check out, purchasing the two dresses, pants, and sweater that you liked. It’s nearing 10pm as you resume your way back home. Almost all the families with kids have already left for the night but there’s still some eating at the restaurants in the open air.

You can finally see the base past all the buildings as you stand, waiting for the signal to cross the road. It finally turns green and right as you’re about to cross and car screeches to a halt 5ft in-front of you. The glare melts off your face as you make eye contact with the driver of said car. Captain Price. And he looks pissed the fuck off.

The sounds of locks clicking and his glare tells you enough, so you climb into the back seat. He waits for you to buckle before driving off towards the base. Now that you’re in the car you also notice a man in the passenger seat, another new man. This man though, isn’t wearing a mask and looks quite nice.

‘We thought’ you wer’ dead.’

‘Why would I be dead? All I was doing was shoppin-‘

‘It’s almos’ 11 at nigh’ and you wer’ discharged at 5:30. So nearly 6 hour’ without any sign of you when the walk was less than 2 miles. Tha’s why.’

‘I was just shopping, maybe if someone tried to call me then I could have to you that Mr.Price. It’s not my fault non of your-‘

‘Ꭵ’Ꮄ ᎤᏬᎥᏖ ᏇᏂᎥᏝᏋ Ꭵ ᏇᏗᏕ ᏗᏂᏋᏗᎴ ᎥᎦ Ꭵ ᏇᏋᏒᏋ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏦᏒᏗᏕᎧᏖᏦᏗ. ᏁᎧ ᎷᏗᏖᏖᏋᏒ ᏇᏂᏗᏖ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏕᏗᎩ, ᎩᎧᏬ ᏇᎧᏁ’Ꮦ ᏇᎥᏁ.’

‘Accordin’ to Soap, she has a hard time understanding accents. Maybe-‘

‘That fucking narc! Who else did he tell about it? I was doing perfectly fucking fine when it was just Gaz and Chase that knew. Now it’s everyone’s fucking business?? What an assholse! I can’t bel-‘

‘ᎧᏦ ᏦᏒᏗᏕᎧᏖᏦᏗ, ᏂᏋ ፈᏝᏋᏗᏒᏝᎩ ᎴᎥᎴᏁ’Ꮦ ᏖᏋᏝᏝ ᏋᏉᏋᏒᎩᎧᏁᏋ ᏰᏋፈᏗᏬᏕᏋ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᎥᏕ ᏖᏂᏋ ᎦᎥᏒᏕᏖ Ꭵ’Ꮇ ᏂᏋᏗᏒᎥᏁᎶ ᎧᎦ ᎥᏖ.’

The glare you send him is deadly but it also says “what the fuck did you just say?”

‘Ꭵ ᏕᏗᎥᎴ, ҭᾄќἔ ᾄ в︎ʀἔᾄҭђ︎, ђ︎ἔ’ṩ ῥʀὄв︎ᾄв︎ł︎ẏ ὄᾗł︎ẏ ҭὄł︎ḋ ᾄ ғἔᾧ ῥἔὄῥł︎ἔ ṩὄ ḋὄᾗ’ҭ ᾧὄʀʀẏ ҭὄὄ м︎ὗƈђ︎. Ṃᾄẏв︎ἔ ҭʀẏ ҭὄᾗἷᾗʛ ḋὄᾧᾗ ҭђ︎ἔ ƈὗṩṩἷᾗʛ ᾧђ︎ἷł︎ἔ ẏὄὗ’ʀἔ ᾄҭ ἷҭ, м︎ᾄќἔṩ ẏὄὗ ł︎ὄὄќ ł︎ἷќἔ ᾄ ḋἔł︎ἷᾗqὗἔᾗҭ ᾧἷҭђ︎ ҭђ︎ἔ в︎ʀὗἷṩἔṩ ᾄᾗḋ ᾄł︎ł︎.’

‘Oh I fucking look like a delinquent do I? Welllll pardon me-‘

The radio goes up in volume as Price rolls his eyes. This 2 minute drive is starting to feel a hell of a lot longer.

———👗 🛍️ ———

Hope yall enjoy!

[gottalovetumbler]

hey. Firstly I FRICKIN LOVE YOUR WORK.

Anyway, was wondering if you have any tips for writers block.

I have all these ideas and notes, drafts, etc etc but idk...

Aww tysm!! And I honestly have no idea, I don’t really get writers block. What I do post, I typically post right after I’m done writing it which takes me anywhere from 1-5 hours.

If I could give one tip, it would be maybe try the Drabble lay out where you just do bullet points of each idea/quote from the characters. If I have an idea but don’t think my writing style will work with it at that moment that’s what I do!

Hope this helps!!

[gottalovetumbler]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 6

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7

ⁿⁱᵏᵗᵒ/ᵏᵒⁿⁱᵍ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: Fem!Reader, cussing, description of cut skin, more cussing. Long chapter so tall better enjoy.

——— 🚔 🏃‍♀️———

It’s hard to ignore one person when they try to talk to you but three? Three attractive people with nice (not understandable) accents trying to get a reaction out of you? That’s fucking impossible.

‘ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕤 𝕙𝕞𝕞? 𝕎𝕙𝕠’𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥? 𝕀𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕖?’

‘𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕥. ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.’ Valeria says with a smirk.

‘𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕦-‘

‘𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝔸𝕝𝕖, 𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕠.’

A look of shocked hurt crosses his face as, Alejandro, turns back to face you.

‘𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀’𝕞 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕄𝕚𝕛𝕒? 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒𝕥-𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?’

‘𝕆𝕙 𝕀 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕠-‘

‘As funny as it's tae watch her panic over yer accents th' poor birds heart rate is almos’ tae 200bpm. Any quicker 'n' we're gonna git scolded by th' nurses again. Speaking of, probably gettin’ hungry huh? I’ll go en grab ye some food.’ You shoot Gaz a confused look as Soap stands and stares at you expectantly.

‘He’s gonn’ go grab you some food luv. Any preferences?’

‘Ah no I’m good with whatever.’ You answer with a small smile. ‘Can you please turn off the lights though, they’re starting to hurt my eyes.’ Soap flips the switch before heading out, followed closely by Rudy and Ale.

A couple quiet minutes pass till Gaz stands with a grunt.

‘I’m gonna go an update Captan’ Price on everything and you,’ He points to Valeria, ‘are coming with me. Can’t trust you won’t do anything if I leave you alone.’

She grumbles under her breath as she stands to join him.

‘Need anything while we’re gone luv?’

‘No I’m okay, I’ll see you in a bit.’

‘Okay, we’ll be back soon, push the nurses button if you have any issues.’ And with that they head out, leaving you in silence.

You sit there picking at your nails, the Mexicans are fun to talk to but the lights are starting to hurt your eye’s. It’s kinda nice being able to talk to someone other than Gaz and Chase. They’re fun to watch as they banter and try to help you understand what they’re saying. Though they won’t give you any hints to what the nicknames they call you mean.

The headache starts to make your ears ring and eyes sting. (I’m a fucking rapper now) You try laying down to sleep off the pain but after a few minutes you give up. Irritation grows in your veins as sleep tries to pull you under but the headache keeps you gasping for air.

If you can just get to your own bed then you’ll be okay. You keep a small ac unit in your room with a cooling pillow. If you can just get there then maybe you can sleep well. Your brains muddled and desperate to find solutions so you just follow the thoughts it spews out.

Carefully stepping on the ground, you’re luckily not hooked up to anything but the heart rate monitor. It’ll probably make a sound if you just take it off so you unplug it instead.

Slow steps take you to the bag in the corner holding a fresh change of clothes. They were meant to be worn in 2 days, when you actually get discharged, but you’re not walking out of here in a gown so they’re getting worn now.

Once you pull the soft pants and large tee-shirt on you lock eyes with your reflection in the mirror. Fuck, you forgot just how fucked up your face looks.

The bandage takes up the center of your face but it doesn’t fully cover the brushing your nose suffered. Spots of dark blue and purple creep out from under the skin colored bandage. Small cuts decorate the rest of the uncovered skin. Some of the deeper ones have tiny bandages but most are just little scabs littering your cheeks and forehead.

Exiting the bathroom you look around for something to cover your face with. It won’t be long till someone gets back and you gotta get gone. You’re about to give up, just lay back down and suffer with your headache when you spot a box on the corner of the counters. Light blue medical masks.

You snap one on as you slip through the door, signs helpfully tell you which way the roof and cafeteria are so you go the opposite direction. Luckily that’s also towards the exit.

Staff don’t give you a second thought as you slip past them through the halls with your head tilted down. The elevator dings as it arrives on your floor, a couple stepping off as you step on. The ride from the top floor to the bottom is long and slow.

The elevator stops on floor 2 and the doors ding open as two men step on, one carrying a bouquet of lillies. You shift into the front left corner and they stand towards the back right. As the elevator starts moving you glance towards the doors reflection of the men and freeze.

You recognize the one holding the flowers, Konig, Rudy had mentioned off handedly. The one with the ripped shirt, standing right behind you with the same terrifying mask on. Honestly it’s surprising they even let him in with it on. If you thought Konig was scary though, the man standing next to him doesn’t even have a word to describe the way he looks.

A mask covering everything except his eyes, like Konig, but his mask is skin tight. Outlining his nose and ears. You look towards his eyes in the reflections again and startle as you lock eye contact with him. His shrink into slivers as yours widen.

As soon as the door dings open you step out and of course, right into a broad chest.

‘Oh I’m so sorry miss, are you ok?’ You assure the man as you speed walk off, not looking back. The headache is still pounding as you rush through the hospital doors and out into the air. The cooling breeze helps cool your head and calm the pounding a bit. You head towards one of the corners cause by the door jutting out and just soak up the air.

Your eyes startle open as you heard loud thud leave the hospital. Glancing around the corner you’re hidden behind and see Konig and the mystery man standing there. You watch their heads as they slowly and methodically scan the area before standing back behind the corner.

Please just give. Please. Please. Please. Just go back and give those flowers to whoever you guys are visiting. Why did they even follow you out? Did you do something wrong? Were they gonna yell at you? Did you accidentally fuck up their flowers?

Feet shuffle closer and you hold your breath. The “fresh” air now suffocates you as it seems to grow warmer, causing your headache to flare again. You squeeze your eyes closed to try and alleviate some pain. The shuffling eventually stops and after a few beats you crack your eyes open, screaming at what you see.

The unnamed masked man is standing 6 inches away from you. You jerk your head back in shock and nearly knock yourself on the brick wall behind you but something soft protects your head. You look to your right and see Konig himself standing there, his hand being the thing that protected you from a much worse headache.

‘ᘺᕼᘿᖇᘿ ᕲᓰᕲ ᖻᓍᑘ ᖶᕼᓰᘉᖽ ᖻᓍᑘ ᘺᘿᖇᘿ ᘜᓍᓰᘉᘜ SᓍᒪᘉᓰSᕼᖽᓍ? ᕲᓰᕲ ᖻᓍᑘ ᖇᘿᗩᒪᒪᖻ ᖶᕼᓰᘉᖽ ᖻᓍᑘ ᑢᓍᑘᒪᕲ Sᒪᓰᕵ ᗷᖻ ᑘS?’ Ok either you’re going fucking crazy or he is just making random noises.

‘ጎ ፕዘጎክጕ ቿረቻርዘቿክ ዘልነ ል ዘልዪዕ ፕጎጠቿ ሁክዕቿዪነፕልክዕጎክኗ የቿዐየረቿ ክጎጕ. ረቿፕ’ነ ኗቿፕ ዘቿዪ ጌልርጕ ሁየ ፕዐ ዘቿዪ ዪዐዐጠ ጌቿቻዐዪቿ ነዘቿ ጎክጋሁዪቿነ ዘቿዪነቿረቻ ጠዐዪቿ.’

They share a look before the new one takes your wrist gently and tugs. You shoot him a a fearful look and stand firm, your other hand rubbing your forehead.

‘ᑢᓍᘻᘿ ᓍᘉ SᓍᒪᘉᓰSᕼᖽᓍ, ᒪᘿᖶ’S ᘜᘿᖶ ᖻᓍᑘ ᑘᕵ ᖶᓍ ᗷᘿᕲ ᕼᑘᕼ?’

‘I can- I can’t understand you. Im sorry.’

You mutter as you continue to rub your forehead, closing your eyes again.

Konig clears his throat and grabs your other wrist, pulling your hand off your reddening forehead.

‘ሠቿ’ዪቿ ጋሁነፕ ኗዐጎክኗ ፕዐ н︎є︎ℓρ yσυ в︎α︎¢к︎ т︎σ в︎є︎∂︎ ልክዕ ኗቿፕ ሃዐሁ ነዐጠቿ м︎є︎∂︎ι¢ιηє︎. ዐጕልሃ?’

Oh back to bed? Okay. You nod your head and slowly follow the men. You blink and find yourself tucked back in bed as a nurse hooks back up the monitor. They let you stay in your clothing, pajamas, and with short scolding left you alone. Well as alone as you can be with six other people in the room.

‘ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠 ℕ𝕖𝕟𝕒, 𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕦𝕡. 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟.’ Rudy winks as he places the tray of food infront of you.

‘I wasn’t trying to run. Just wanted to go home and lay in my cold dark room.’ Your muttering is barely understandable as you shovel jello in like there’s no tomorrow.

‘Ok luv, we believe you.’ Gaz smiles as he hands you a second cup of water.

You eat in silence till the door creaks open and the unnamed masked man walks in holding something. He places a light blue vase filled with the white lillies from earlier on your bedside table.

‘Oh thank you. I didn’t realize they were for me.’ You thank the new man, honestly flattered that the masked giants got you flowers. ‘I’ve never gotten flowers before,’ you say with a blush. ‘They’re gorgeous.’

‘ᖶᕼᗩᖶ’ᒪᒪ ᑢᕼᗩᘉᘜᘿ SᓍᒪᘉᓰSᕼᖽᓍ, ᖶᕼᗩᖶ’ᒪᒪ ᑢᕼᗩᘉᘜᘿ….’

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Tis all! Hope y’all enjoyed!!

[gottalovetumbler]

Wrong car Pt.2

Will prob rewrite but wanted to get this out so here you all go!

Info: Fem!Reader, cussing, cliff hanger (there will be a part 3)

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Simon's left leg starts cramping when the headlights finally appear. Close enough for them to keep the car in sight but far enough that you don't question it. A particularly rough corner shifts Simon over, almost making him hit his head on the window. He's tempted to stretch his cramped leg but freezes when you glance toward the trunk.

There's no way you know he's back here right? Your music is loud enough to mute his shuffling and he's stayed crouched out of the mirror's view. So what the hell?

“I swear it feels like something weighing a thousand pounds is back there.” You mumble to yourself. Ghost was a tough man but those words brought a cold chill down his spine. 

It's been five minutes since Gaz last texted, and the military truck is still not visible. He begins devising a plan. If the team can't trail you both before you get to wherever you are going, he's got to have a few options. 

The first one is to just jump the gun and grab you. He won't even give you the chance to find him. He'll hold you and explain everything while covering your mouth so you can't scream. You might have roommates and he doesn't want to alert them of course. He'll tell you how he's a high military personnel and accidentally got into the wrong car. Mighteven ask you if you know the bastard he's hunting. 

The second plan is the preferred one. For him to stay hidden and let you head into your house none the wiser. Wait for the team to show up and then just leave without so much as a trace. Judging by how deep into the country you're driving there's a good chance you won't lock the car so the alarm won't sound as he climbs out. 

He glances around the car for the hundredth time, looking at the stupid plushes and blankets you have decorating the car. A flash catches his eye, when he turns he spots the truck headlights. The team has finally caught up, must have done at least double the limit to catch you both. 

The car rumbles as it transfers from asphalt to gravel. Slightly fishtailing as it flies down the road. The team stays on your tail as you continue down the road. The glances you shoot at the rearview mirror tell Ghost that you've noticed the truck and will soon question it if they don't back off.

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(000)000-0000

-*Fall back a bit, she's starting to get nervous*

-Copy

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Only when you take a turn and the truck continues straight, not following, do your shoulders relax as you sink back into the seat. One more turn off the small dirt roads brings the car down a long driveway. Finally coming to a stop in front of a small farmhouse. After shifting into park, you sit there for a second before grabbing your bags and climbing out. 

Holding his breath as you round the car, he watches you walk away, and just like he thought, you didn't lock the doors. He waits as you enter the house and the lights one by one shut off. Only then does he send the guys the all-clear to come and grab him. 

The truck slowly pulls up the driveway without headlights on. Soap pops open the trunk and Ghost quite literally falls out, hitting the ground hard. 

‘Ye a'richt LT? She sae bonny she knocked ye aff yer feet huh?’

‘Shut it, Johnny.’ Simon grumbles as he brushes himself off before adjusting his vest. 

‘Lucky she didn’ notice you. Woulda been a headache en a half trying to clean up tha’ mess.’ Price says, slamming his hand on Simon's shoulder. Before turning back to the truck and climbing in the back, giving Simon the front seat to stretch out. 

Gaz gives a nod of greeting as Simon climbs in. The other three begin discussing how they’re gonna catch the still loose target as Kyle shifts into drive. He lets off the break as the car begins to roll and sends one last glance towards the house. The rough stop of the car pulls the other three from their discussion with Soap shooting a ‘Whit th' fuck Gaz!’

When he doesn't reply to them they follow his line of sight. 

‘Shit.’ 

Standing there in the window wide-eyed and watching them, in shorts and a tee-shirt, is you. Stood there frozen, having witnessed everything, locking eyes with each of the men before taking a step back and darting away from their view. 

‘Dammit.’ Price mutters as he unbuckles quickly before running towards the front door and shoves his way in, his soldiers following him.

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[gottalovetumbler]

Im sorry to ask, but I didn't find the info anywhere on your blog. I was wondering if you have a tag list and if I could be added to the "Im sorry what" series if you even do that. Thank you!! ( I'm also sorry if my English wasn't that good. It's not my first language)

Hiya! I’m not sure how tag lists work but I’ll look into it and see if it’s something I’ll do! If I do then I’ll definitely add you to the list!! Tysm for the ask! 🫶

[gottalovetumbler]

Psych Ward

Nikto/Konig x reader

🎺Drabble/idea time baby!!🎺

Info: Fem!Reader, not much to say about this part, maybe some cussing and creepiness toward the ends but that about it

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-What if it’s your first time ever stepping into a psych ward and you’re there for an interview

-You have absolutely no reason to be working at a place like this. Military funded and in the middle of the woods but it has good benefits and nice hours

-Your all dolled up in some nice slacks, blouse and even some mascara (even though you don’t wear makeup, it makes you feel more professional)

-Your a bit nervous, only having worked at simple part time jobs before. Though this is technically a part time job, if you get it, you’ll be here 4 nights a week cleaning the halls and public access areas.

-Your boot thud as you walk down the hall making you slightly self conscious. What if you don’t get the job because you couldn’t wear heals for a short interview, does that make you unprofessional?

-The interview goes well, you think, you hope.

-The interviewer only got 2 questions in before another staff member rushed in and said something about a code 68 which cut the interview short

-You were quickly ushered out and told you didn’t need to check out, just walk back the way you came and we’ll be in contact! The man had said before scurrying off

-The building was that kind of eerie silence, the one you don’t want to hear in the woods. Where at first it’s a calming silence but then you realize the birds aren’t chirping and the crickets aren’t singing. The one where all other animals of prey know something you don’t.

-Everyone must be busy with whatever happened. Hopefully everyone’s ok.

-You don’t give it much more though as you climb into your car and take off down the gravel road.

———

-You get the call within 24hrs that you got the job and they ask if you can start now. Something about the position needing to be filled sooner than anticipated

-It’s nearing 8pm as you pull up wearing sweatpants and an oversized tee-shirt. They told you there’s no dress code so why would you dress up, not like you’re going to see anyone.

-The girl who was in the position before you was supposed to be your trainer. As you walk in though your met with the man who interviewed you, Something came up and she had to leave quite quickly so I’ll be the one showing you ropes, he said while guiding you to the clock in area

-Majority of the stuff is common cleaning duties. Some nights you might have to organize pill doses for the patients but you can only do that on the locked office under the view of a security camera. He makes that very clear

-He leaves at 9pm after answering your questions and introducing you to the night security guards and nurses. Popping in an earbud, you get to cleaning.

-The lobby’s, bathrooms and main hallways are cleaned within 3 hours and you take a 15 minute break. Taking your time as you put away all the unneeded supplies and just wondering a bit.

-You pass the patient area door and stop to stare. The main area of the facility is like a hospital, bright white and sterile. Patients only come to this side for daily pills and any medical treatments. All other times they are beyond that door.

-‘Is it like a prison back there? Are they kept in cells all day?’ You had asked the interviewer, Mike.

-‘Oh gosh no! They aren’t criminals, just…. misunderstood. It’s like a giant house past that door. Plush carpet and dark walls, imagine an old log house on top of a hill. That’s what it’s like in there. There’s six patients right now and each has his own room and bathroom. They can also leave at any paint as long as they’re cleared by their therapist. They still work ya’know, can’t keep them cooped up 24/7.’

-He had left before you could ask what they do for work. Do they work on the property, maybe as landscapers. Cleaning up the leaves and pulling weeds.

-You zone back in, eyes focusing on the door as the alarm representing the ends of your break sounds. Blinking you send one last glance to the window, trying to see into the “house” but what you do see makes you freeze.

-Eyes stare back at you. You can’t make out any more of the face due to it being covered by something, but those eyes are hard to miss. Like a lighthouse on a stormy shore, breaking through the dark. They are stark white and unmoving as you give a slight nod and speed of down the hallway, Mikes last words to you ringing through your head.

-‘Just don’t go near the door, don’t stop and stare, don’t knock. Quickly walk by if you have to cross in-front of it. Just ignore its existence in all honestly, nothing good will happened if they see you.’

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[gottalovetumbler]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5

𝓓𝓪𝔂 6

ᵛᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃ/ʳᵒᵈᵒˡᶠᵒ/ᵃˡᵉʲᵃⁿᵈʳᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: Fem!Reader, lots of cussing, glass shards cutting skin

I know it’s later than usual but i still have 40 mins till midnight so it’s not late!

——— 🤬🗯️🥛———

Shortly after the tall man left, you locked up for a second time and made your way to the cafeteria. To avoid the crowds and noise you typically get dinner an hour after it’s first served but hunger forced your hand. So here you are, standing at one of the entrances into the large room, just staring.

Majority of the faces that greeted you were somewhat familiar. Many you only saw in passing save for a few select. Glancing around you catch sight of Chase just as he catches sight of you. His eyes widen in shock before he waves you over to join him in line. Muttering quiet apologies to the grumbling soldiers you pass, you join him.

‘I must be dreaming, somebody pinch me.’

‘Haha very funny. I’m just grabbing something quick and going to be early.’

‘Stressful day?’

‘You could say that.’ A loud bang silences the muttering and chatter. Looking to your right you just catch a glimpse of someone flying through the air and landing on some chairs. There’s yelling and frantic movements as people try to break the fight apart.

All attempts are futile as the fight continues turning into a brawl. Cutlery and trays start flying across the room, smacking into walls and some get close to hitting people. The yelling finally quiets as a man is scuffed by a very pissed off Ghost while two other people are dragged away by Captain Price and Soap.

Whoever those people are, they must be apart of the loan soldier because you’ve never seen them before. They continue to bicker as they’re pulled closer to the exit. The room begins to go back to normal and you turn to chase to see if he knows the unnamed delinquents.

‘Do you have any idea who the hell they are? Seems like they really hate-‘

‘WATCH OUT!!’ A voice bellows. You turn just in time to feel glass shatter as it comes in contact with your face. One of the fuckers in the fight must have shitty aim. You’re unable to think much else as you kiss the disgusting linoleum, falling faster than anyone could catch you.

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An annoying beep brings you back to consciousness. Your not stupid like the people in movies, you know what the beeping is. You know you’re in some sort of hospital hooked up to a monitor. You also know you’re in a paper thin gown as you shift your legs under the blanket. The only thing you don’t know, who the quiet murmuring belongs to.

The beeping stays at the same pace, not giving any hints that you’re awake as you crack open your eyes a sliver. They feel dryer than a desert even though they’ve sat closed for who knows how long. There’s 5 people in the room, three are talking in the corner, one is sitting right next to you, and one is standing at the door.

‘You cannae just attack her lik' that! Aye git that ye don’ lik' eachother 'n' ur "sworn" enemies but dae it where thare won’t be collateral damage.’

A familiar voice scolds in the group of three as he waves his hand in your direction. Not wanting to talk to the Scot you close your eyes and continue to feign sleep.

‘𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕨𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕥 ℝ𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣.’

‘𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥! 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕝𝕥!’ The reply comes from the woman standing by the door, walking up to the trio like she wants another fight.

‘𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥! 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠-‘

‘Can you lot shut up for a damn second! You’re suffocating the room in tension. Can’t even act cordial for 10 minutes while the innocent girl YOU knocked out lays on a hospital bed 5 feet away.’

That voice, that one you don’t mind. Gaz is the one sitting by your bed. At least there’s one person in this room you can understand perfectly, though the ones in the corner with Soap aren’t too hard either. Would definitely be easier if you didn’t have a splitting headache ache but they’re somewhat understandable.

‘ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕖, 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕂𝕪𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕪𝕖𝕥. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥 𝕨𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕥. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥.’

The beeping gets faster as you process his words. Eyes practically creaking as you open them fully. The only words you fully heard made your heart plummet. Two fucking days?!?!? How fucking hard did that cup hit you. Your attempt at sitting up are pushed down, like you, by a warm hand.

‘Talk’ it easy luv. You’re pretty banged up, gotta take it slow.’

Furrowing your brows cause a wave of fire across your face. Reaching up, many long and small ridges greet your finger tips. Cuts. Lots of little cuts mark your skin interrupted only in the middle by a large bandage. The damn glass not only seemingly broke your nose, but also sliced up your face.

‘Ah ah, don’t touch your face,’ he lightly takes your wrist and lays it back on your lap. ‘If you let them heal properly they won’t scar.’

‘Wha-,’ your voice cracks painfully, bringing tears to your eyes. One of the guys from the corner, clean shaven, hands you a small cup with water. Taking a gulp, your throat feels 100% better and you try again.

‘What happened? I *cough* know I got hit with something but that’s all.’

‘𝕄𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦.’ The woman with short hair answers, purposefully cutting off the bearded man who tried to answer first.

‘𝕐𝕖𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕠, 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠,’ He gestures between himself and the shaven man, ‘𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙���𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕. 𝔼𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕕 ℝ𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥.’

‘𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕂𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕,’ He says to the bearded man before turning to you. ‘𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕟𝕒. ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.’

Processing what he’s said a persistent beeping finally breaks through your ears. The pace quickening to the point that Gaz quickly glances at it and turns to look you over. Not seeing any obvious signs of declining health he fixes you with a questioning stare that’s answered as you glance at the new faces. Confusion is replaced by amusement as the door is pushed open by two nurses, called by Soap.

The five retreat to the back corner of the room allowing the professionals room to work. Mortification at being caught out you avoid looking at the group and instead focus on the nurses questions. Only when she deems it a false alarm do you risk a glance and are met by two amused and three shocked faces. (Gaz & Valeria and then Soap, Rudy, and Ale)

The resume theirs spots after the medical personnel retreat, leaving just the six of you in silence.

‘𝕊𝕠….. 𝕎𝕙𝕠’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕? 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?’ And so it begins.

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Hope y’all enjoyed!!

Key:

𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒

ℝ𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕠

[gottalovetumbler]

Tysm 🫶. I try to make them harder to read for the guys with harder to understand accents.

It’s kinda cool cause you can read the weird fonts but it takes a lot of effort, just like how it would take a lot of effort for the reader to understand the accents as they’re being spoken.

Kinda represents how if the reader just took a second to linger on what she’s hearing she’d understand but due to panic she’s unable to try and figure it out so it’s all fucked up lol.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 4

ᵏᵒⁿⁱᵍ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Info: Fem!Reader, cussing, that’s about it

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It’s the ass crack of dawn when you walk into the medical tent. Do your finger and nose truly effect your ability to work? ………no. Are you gonna use them to get out of it anyway? ……….yea.

‘Ok, make sure to keep pressure off your hand to avoid further injury of your finger. Not much we can do about your nose other than the bandage. Just make sure you don’t hit your face for the,’ the nice medic, Tami, glances through your file, ‘third time and your nose should be ok.’

20 minutes later you walk out of medical and head to your daily assignment with a big bandage on your nose. You didn’t fully get out of work for the next few days (unfortunately) but you were put on laundry duty till your injuries healed. Luckily the laundry facilities located in its own building with A/C and it’s considered a solo job so you’d be alone the next few days.

Laundry is do-it-yourself for everyone on base with machines in every housing building. Higher ranked individuals though have the ability to “drop-off” their stuff for someone, like you, to do. When you arrive at the building there’s 3 bags waiting for you. A bright orange laundry bag, a black trash bag and a dark green tote.

There’s 5 washers and dryers in the building so you’re able to start all the laundry and dry it after without having to wait for a machine to finish. It doesn’t take long till you begin folding everything and you first start with the green tote.

There’s nothing really notable about the whoever’s clothing this is. Dark and muted colors mainly with plain black boxers. Nothing printed on any of the tee-shirts so you finish bagging the clothing, shoot a text to the number attached to the bag and place it in the pick-up area. Maybe whoever dropped it off will pick it up while you’re there and you’ll catch a glimpse.

The second bag, the orange one, is unsurprisingly the opposite. Instead of simple colored clothing your retinas are assaulted with bright colors and patterns. So fucking different from the previous clothing and the walls of the room you currently were in that you have to look away every few seconds to give your eyes a break. After sending a pickup text to the owner of that load, you move onto the last one.

The clothes that were in the trash bag are not much different than the ones in the green tote bag. Only true difference is the sizing maybe? Either way it’s not too big of a drop off so you’re about done with folding when something catches your eye. There, on a dark blue Henley, is a giant tear. Going all the way from the shoulder to the elbow. Of course, your heart drops to your ass.

It’s such an odd spot that it’s practically impossible for it to have happened in everyday life, even for soldiers. It must have gotten caught in the washer and couldn’t hold up. It honestly wouldn’t typically be too big of a deal, it’s happened before.

The only difference though is that “before” was one of Ghosts tee-shirts and you let Gaz break the news. Too scared of both the consequences and trying to understand what an angry Ghost would even be saying. These times though, same as the tote, are clearly not from any of the men you know. So the thought of not only having to tell a giant man that you ripped his shirt but also not being able to understand him, made your nerves spike. You did hear that there’s an American or two in the group of visiting soldiers but whether that was true or not, you weren’t sure.

Knowing that there’s only 10 minutes left in your shift, you decide to text the unknown man. Hoping that by the time he gets it and goes to pickup up his laundry, you’ll be long gone. With a click of the send button and deep calming breath, you begin to pack up.

The coast is clear and you sign out of all the devices and back out the door, preparing to lock it, when you bump into something solid. You turn around and are met with a terrifying fucking image. Not only is it an unknown face, it isn’t a face at all! It’s a huge man decked head to toe in black tactical gear with a clothe over his head. Said clothe only has two holes for eyes and each of them look like they were doused in bleach.

‘Oh hi!’ You hand shakes as you unlock the door and let the man in, ‘Here to pick up?’

He nods with a grunt and continues to stare at you.

‘Ok! Which bag is yours? I’ll grab it real quick!’ Please be the tote. Please be the tote. Please be th- He points across the room at the clothing dropped off in a trash bag, now rebadged in a clean clear one.

‘Oh gotcha! Did you get my text? I think I accidentally ripped one of your shirts and I’m so sorry. I can totally pay for a new one I’ll just need you to text me the link for whichever one it is and I’ll order it no problem! It’s my personal number that sends the laundry texts when I’m on shift so just send the info to that one! I’m so sorry again, I hope you don’t need it anytime soon. If you do I can run out and grab you one today! Actually yea how about I do that!! Let me go get my keys and-‘

‘ጎፕ’ነ ዐጕ Elfchen. ጎፕ ሠልነ ልረዪቿልዕሃ ዪጎየየቿዕ ዕሁዪጎክኗ ል ነየልዪዪጎክኗ ጠልፕርዘ ሠጎፕዘ ጠሃ ቻዪጎቿክዕ. Don’t worry ሃዐሁዪ ረጎፕፕረቿ ዘቿልዕ.’ (Bet y’all wanna translation of that weird ass font lol)

‘Are you sure? I really don’t mind replacing it.’

‘ሃቿነ Kleine, ጎፕ’ነ ልረዪጎኗዘፕ. Have a good night.’

He turns and walks out the door, leaving you in shock over the fucking accent you just heard. Parts broke through that you could somewhat make out but everything else went in one ear and out the other. Luckily he didn’t wait for any reply or ask you a question, you honestly would have peed yourself, cried, or both if he did.

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Translation:

‘It’s alright Elfchen. It was already ripped during a sparing match with my friend. Don’t worry your little head.’

‘Yes Kleine, it’s alright. Have a good night.’