#Captain the Retired police dog

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The Daily Raccoon RACCOON CITY, 1998 MISSING MAN FOUND DEAD IN RACCOON CITY Body discovered after five days of searching.

'Family looks for missing teen'

RACCOON TIMES June 22, 1998 Horror in Raccoon City ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ More Victims Dead ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ The bodies of a young couple were found early Sunday morning in Victory Park, making Deanne Rusch and Christopher Smith the eighth and ninth victims in the reign of violence that has terrorized the city since mid-May of this year. Both victims, aged 19, were reported as missing by concerned parents late Saturday night and were discovered by police officers on the west bank of Victory Lake at approximately 2 A.M. Although no formal statement has been issued by the police department, witnesses to the discovery confirm that both youths suffered wounds similar to those found on prior victims. Whether or not the attackers were human or animal has yet to be announced. According to friends of the young couple, the two had talked about tracking down the rumored "wild dogs" recently spotted in the heavily forested park and had planned to violate the city-wide curfew in order to see one of the alleged nocturnal creatures. Mayor Harris has scheduled a press conference for this afternoon, and is expected to make an announcement regarding the current crisis, calling for a stricter enforcement of the curfew.

CITYSIDE Raccoon City's #1 Newspaper June 21, 1998 "S.T.A.R.S" SPECIAL TACTICS AND RESCUE SQUAD SENT TO SAVE RACCOON CITY With the reported disappearance of three hikers in Raccoon Forest earlier this week, city officials have finally called for a roadblock on rural Route 6 at the foothills of the Arklay Mountains. Police Chief Brian Irons announced yesterday that the S.T.A.R.S. will participate full-time in the search for the hikers and will also be working closely with the RPD until there is an end to the rash of murders and disappearances that are destroying our community Chief Irons, a former S.T.A.R.S. member himself, said today (in an exclusive Cityside telephone interview) that it is "high time to employ the talents of these dedicated men and women toward the safety of this city. We've had nine brutal murders here in less than two months, and at least five disappearances now-and all of these events have taken place in a close proximity to Raccoon Forest. This leads us to believe that the perpetrators of these crimes may be hiding somewhere in the Victory Lake district, and the S.T.A.R.S have just the kind of experience we need to find them." When asked why the S.T.A.R.S hadn't been assigned to these cases until now, Chief Irons would only say that the S.T.A.R.S. have been assisting the RPD since the beginning and that they would be a "welcoming addition" to the task force currently working on the murders full-time. Founded in New York in 1967, the privately funded S.T.A.R.S. organization was originally created as a measure against cult-affiliated terrorism by a group of retired military officials and ex-field operatives from both the CIA and FBI. Under the guidance of former NSDA (National Security and Defense Agency) director Marco Palmieri, the group quickly expanded its services to include everything from hostage negotiation and code breaking to riot control. Working with local police agencies, each branch office of the S.T.A.R.S. is designed to work as a complete unit itself. The S.T.A.R.S. set up its Raccoon City branch through the fund-raising efforts of several local businesses in 1972 and is currently led by Captain Albert Wesker, promoted to the position less than six months ago.

Alberto Paque Ramirez David Cockman Katie Chevalier Manuel Trillo Carmona Stefano Ivan Stinga

In loving memory of those who served with the valor of lions, the nobility of unicorns, and whose ultimate sacrifice is as pure as the maidens of old.

Laura Salomon Ugo Ricard Janet Hsu Luca Baldassarre Francis Ishii

[marveldcmistress]

Heartbreak Amongst the Harem

A/N: It's here! Thank you to @just-ten-cents for the encouragement and beta writing for me! And like most of my writing, this is purely self-serving. Based off a dream I had about Mikey, but I threw is the other three just for spice and giggles. Enjoy!

Summary: Reader is in a poly relationship, and everything was going great, until a lack of communication and people's hurt feelings cause some loyalty issues.

Pairings: Mike (Hellraiser) x Plus Size!Reader, Captain Syverson x Plus Sized!Readaer, August Walker x Plus Sized!Reader, Walter Marshall x Plus Sized!Reader

Trigger Warnings: cheating, reverse harem, cussing, physical violence/threats of physical violence, hints and innuendos of smut, drinking and smoking, if there's anymore just let me know.

If someone would have told you a year ago you would be in a relationship with four men, who are more than happy to share you, you would have laughed in their face. It was a wonder even one out of the three older men took a second glance at you, let alone all three wanting you. You were less surprised about Mikey though. You were fully aware that he was a whore. He almost bragged about it when he could come in during your shifts at the bar. 

All four had been customers at some point or other. Sy, Walter, and August had all grown up together. Despite being fourth cousins, twice removed, or however they tried to explain it to you, they grew up in tight knit families. Eventually, Sy went into the military, August was hired into the CIA and Walter went off to college and became a cop. But as life goes, it brought them back together when Sy retired, August chose to leave the CIA, and Walter offered to move them into his house to fill the void Faye left when she went to college. 

Sy had started his own dog training business while August became a personal trainer for the police academy. Months after though was when Sy got the call from one of their other cousin’s, Liza. Liza had gotten pregnant at 17 and raised Mikey mostly on her own. When Mikey had gotten into college in the same city, she had practically BEGGED Sy and Walter to let him live with them so he would stay out of trouble. And it worked, for the most part. There had been a few times where some of Mikey’s flings had shown up to the house because he had ghosted them and they couldn’t handle it, but Walter had that straightened out pretty quickly. 

The first time you met them, they had all come in for Mikey’s 22nd birthday, only wanting a couple drinks and some wings before going home for work the next morning. You were behind the bar, busting ass alone and looking fantastic while doing it. Sy and August had shared a look. It wasn’t uncommon for them to share a woman during their usual one night stands. Walter had rolled his eyes and shook his head. One day these three were going to get him killed. Despite his thought process though, he could agree that you were an attractive woman. All four men were flirting with you all night, causing a blush to cover not only your cheeks, but spread all the way down your neck and across your chest, much to their delight. 

It went on that way for months, sometimes they would come in individually, just two or three of them, or as the whole group. Sometimes it was deep conversation about the darkness they had seen in the world, the battle of darkness inside of them, and the anger at the universe they held for making them go through that darkness alone. Everytime though they would flirt with you. Eventually, you fell in love with them.

Sy was the perfect southern gentleman, funny and sweet and respectful. He always told the worst dad jokes. August was snarky and sarcastic, but he called you Kitten and it just made you weak in the knees. Walter was grumpy and brooding, but the intellectual conversations you would have stimulated you mentally, which stimulated you sexually as well. He could also appreciate any insight you could provide from what little he could tell you about his cases. 

And last but not least, Mikey. He had gotten the nickname Baby from you because of his baby face. He was like a puppy dog to you. It had taken some convincing from Mikey and the others for you to give him a chance. It was unconventional, but it worked for the five of you. Sy and August were your makeshift bouncers when your boss fired the last one you had without having someone to replace him and they never interfered with your job unless it was a risk to your safety. Sometimes when flirting with customers for tips they would get carried away, but that’s not the point. 

Everything was going great, until you got that text that shattered everything. It had been a beautiful summer day in the middle of July. Sy had taken you and Walter on a trip for the weekend in between cases. The cabin on the lake was beautiful, lush green grass surrounding you, trees thick and abundant. Sy and Walter were on the docks fishing while you were sitting on the porch drinking a glass of moscato. August had appointments for a personal training business he had just started and Mikey had opted out, spouting something about having summer classes he had homework for. It struck you as odd, he hadn’t told you about taking summer classes before, but you shook it off and decided to have a good trip with the two lovers you had with you. There was no cell service out here so you had to entertain yourself. 

After your much needed break with your boys, filled with sex and rest, it was back to business as usual. Walter had once asked you to move in, to which you had told him it was too soon. You would love to move in one day, when your relationship with all four men was at a more permanent standing. It wasn’t that you didn’t see a future with them, but you were still unsure as to how this poly situation would work long term. But that was a discussion for another day. 

It was a week after your trip and you were hustling behind the bar, flipping bottles and slinging drinks. It was an extra busy Saturday night, the band being extremely popular amongst the local community. Sy and August were standing at the very end of the bar by the door, two sets of military trained eyes scoping every part of the crowded room. You’re so busy you don’t have time to check your phone when you see a notification from Mikey light your phone up. 

It wasn’t until after the last customer had left and you finished all of your side work did you look at your phone. Sy was walking behind you to his truck, his hand in your back pocket. August had left after last call, saying he was gonna set up your nightly routine at home so it was ready when you got there. Your boys always treated you so well. 

You unlock your phone and click on the notification. You weren’t surprised to see he had sent you a video, as Mikey had an obsession with TikToK and liked to share what he thought you would enjoy. As you wait for the video to load, Sy helps you climb into his truck, his hands pushing you by the ass into the seat, pinching just under the cheeks before you sit down.

“Ow, Sy!” you yelp. He just chuckles, vibrations coming from deep in his chest. 

“Can’t help it, Sugar. It’s just so juicy,” he says as he sends you his signature failed wink, making you laugh as you call him an asshole. You had almost forgotten your phone in your hand until the video started playing. You watch, confused at first as to why you see your ex-coworker MaKenna on the screen. But the longer the video goes on, the worse it gets. She’s half naked, completely bare from the bottom down and bouncing on someone’s……. And then you see his face and your blood starts to boil. 

It’s Mikey, under your ex-coworker, letting her ride reverse cowgirl. His hands are on her hips and his hips are meeting hers and you’re gonna get sick. MaKenna wasn’t exactly a bad coworker or person, you knew she was promiscuous, and you didn’t judge her for it. But she knew you and Mikey were together. And though it was an unconventional relationship you had with him and his cousins, you were big on loyalty and each man had pledged their loyalty only to you. So for him to have done this to you broke you on the inside. 

Just as they start to get louder, tears start to burn in your eyes. Sy catches on to the noise coming from your phone and looks over the console to your phone. The second he recognizes his little cousin’s face, he’s pissed. He knew Mikey had been a slut, but it seems he needs to teach the little prick a lesson about messing around on the woman you promised to only give certain affections and attentions to. 

“That little fucker. I’m gonna beat his ass.” he mumbles, starting to tear out of the parking lot and speed towards home. You ignore him, locking your phone and wiping the tears out of your eyes. You had confided in all four that you had been cheated on before, and all of them had worked hard to earn your trust. You never thought one of them would do something like this to you. Before you could stop it, a sob burst from your chest and out of your mouth. That’s when the dam really broke and you started crying uncontrollably. 

“Oh baby. I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’m gonna get you home and August and I are gonna take good care of ya. And then we’re gonna hunt down that little prick and kick his ass real good.”  He reaches across the console to wipe the tears from your eyes before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side. It’s uncomfortable, the console digging into your ribs, but you appreciate his attempt to love on you. 

You pull into the driveway ten minutes later. Sy doesn’t even give you a chance to get out on your own, opening your door and wrapping his arms around your waist and carrying you inside the house. August had heard you pull in and met you at the door, one brow lifted in question. Then he saw your red, puffy eyes and his ocean eyes turned murderous. You simply just unlocked your phone and handed it to him, Sy walking away to let him watch the video without hurting you even further. 

“What the actual fuck?!” 

“I’m already planning to kick his ass so get in line. But right now she is my main priority,” Sy hollers behind his back. Normally you would admonish him for talking about you in front of you like you weren’t even there, but you were too busy trying to keep air in your lungs to really care about telling him off. Your chest hurt and your eyes stung and it just felt like your world had come crashing down. You knew you would owe Sy big time when this was over. August too. 

Sy had carried you into the master bathroom where August had set up a bubble bath with candles and snacks. He had taken to spoiling you after your long shifts. You had found out very quickly he was dominant and took his duties as a dom seriously, and that included pampering you with only the best. Most weekend evenings/mornings after your shifts at the bar include a hot bubble bath with your favorite wine, snacks, and a good foot rub. That is usually followed by a full body massage with your favorite lotion. If you happened to stay awake during the massage, you’d then get the best dick down to finish you off and send you to sleep more than satisfied. 

“Baby doll?” Sy’s voice pulls you out of whatever trance you were in. You look up into his eyes, before looking over his shoulder to August’s concerned gaze. You hate the pity you see in both of their eyes, hate knowing they are looking at you in such a vulnerable state. 

“Do you want us to help you, Kitten?” August asks. You don’t know what you want. You want them there for comfort, as that’s what partners are for. You want the floor to open you up and swallow you whole. You want to forget that Mikey even exists and that you ever met him. You don’t know…..

August must see it on your face because he moves to the tub and takes the plug out to let the water drain. He then swiftly moves to the shower and turns it on as hot as you can stand it. Sy slowly starts to ease your shirt up and over your head, before moving to your jeans. You know there is nothing sexual motivating his actions, but you can’t help but bring your arms up to cover yourself. Sy squats down to his knees to help you take off your pants, and August moves to leave a kiss on your forehead before pulling out his phone and walking out of the room. 

Sy moves you bodily to the shower, helping you slip in before telling you he’ll be in the other room when you get out.. You see him set out a towel and fresh clothes from Walter’s closet before leaving the bathroom. The sound of the door clicking shut resonates in the silent room. The only noise being the shower water hitting the tiled floor and your quiet sobbing. You slide to sit on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest and burying your head. 

You felt ridiculous. Part of the reason you had been so hesitant to even consider adding Mikey to your little group was his history with women. All four men were open about how he treated his flings when he was done with them. You were also concerned about his age. You didn’t normally go for guys around your age, and especially younger. Three years wasn’t much of a gap physically, but maturity wise had been a big red flag to you. 

Eventually you had cried yourself dry and the water had turned cold. You stood up, shutting off the water. You hadn’t even had the shower door fully open before Walter burst in the bathroom. You wanted to cover yourself, but he didn’t give you the chance. Before you could blink, he had you wrapped in his  big arms, the wool of his sweater scratching against your bare skin. He sways you back and forth and you’re bombarded with the memory of him telling you this is how he used to get Faye to sleep when she was a baby. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. August called me and I rushed right over.” he slowly releases you when he remembers you’re fully naked. He moves back to the toilet where he gets the towel and wraps it around you. You want to argue that you can dry and dress yourself, but the energy just doesn’t seem to be there. Once he’s satisfied that you've dried off enough, he pulls one of his softer sweaters over your head, lifting your arms and slotting them into the sleeves. He kneels with a pair of boxers in hand, lifting each foot and sliding the shorts up your legs. He makes a show of bringing them up over your ass, and you give him a small smile. All three of these beautiful men, trying to make you feel better. How did you get so lucky?

When Walter is happy that you are finally ready for bed, he scoops you up by the thighs and carried you into the bedroom. You see Sy already laying in bed, shirtless but wearing pajama bottoms. You hear August in the kitchen, assuming he’s putting away the snacks he had planned for your nightly routine. Walter lays you in the middle of the California King sized bed, right next to Sy, before moving to the closet to change into pajamas while Sy turns and snuggles into your side, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and ribs. 

“I know this probably won’t mean much, but he doesn’t deserve you, Sugar.” Sy mumbles into your chest. Even now, you can’t help but find amusement in his obsession with your tits. His favorite pillows, he once said. 

“Thanks, Sy.” you mumble. You feel the bed dip beside you, turning to find Walter getting in on your right side. He’s also shirtless only wearing pajama bottoms, and the fuzz on his chest is thicker than the others. 

“He’s right, Love. You are an incredible woman, and it’s Michael’s loss if he can’t see that.” his voice rumbles through your whole body. They’re both so warm, so soft. You internally chuckle at the contradiction. All four of them had godlike bodies, firm muscles and virile masculine strength. You lose your amusement as you think of Mikey again. 

You look up as August walks in, dressed just as the other two. You were prepared for the nightly argument of who was going to cuddle with you and how. When it came to sex, these men worked together like a well oiled machine, each one moving perfectly in sync with the other to bring you the highest heights of pleasure. But when it came to cuddles, they fought over you like children with a teddy bear. But none of that happened. With Sy on his side to your left, Walter on his side to your right, and you on your back in the middle, August made his way between your legs and laid right on top of you. His torso was half on top of you, with his head on your sternum right below your breasts, half on the bed between your thighs, and the rest of his body between your spread calves. 

“I feel like I’m in a puppy pile,” you mutter, causing all three men to chuckle. They quiet quickly though, all three concluding you’re trying to hide your pain through humor. Three sets of arms squeeze you tightly, and you soak up the love radiating from the three beautiful souls surrounding you.  Maybe this heartbreak will be easier to get over when you have three other boyfriends to take care of you. Soon, the snoring coming from Sy, the soothing hand August has rubbing your thigh, and Walter playing with your hair, on top of all of the crying you’ve done, lulls you into a deep sleep.

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When you wake up, the sun is shining through the windows. You’re used to the sun being high in the sky when you wake up, but never have you woken up with one of the guys, aside from Mikey, still in bed with you. Sy was never one to sleep much, years of military training now just ingrained into who he is as a human being. August was usually at the gym, and Walter would be on a case. So it shocked you to still have Walter by your side. You look up to his face and find he is watching you. You should have figured he wouldn’t have been asleep.

“How long have you been up?” you ask, voice hoarse from sleep. Your throat hurt from crying so much last night, and your head was throbbing. Despite having slept deeply for a decent amount of time, you were still exhausted. Your eyes burned and your body felt heavy. 

“A few hours. I was up for a bit, but I didn’t want you to wake up alone.” he whispers. You always wondered how he always knew what you needed, even if it was something as small as keeping his voice low because your head hurts, when you didn’t even tell him. 

“Thanks, babe. Where’s the other two?” you look around. You can hear someone working around in the kitchen. The smells of bacon and eggs finally hits your senses and your stomach grumbles. You silently wished Walter hadn’t heard. Out of the four, well now three, he was the most anal about making sure you ate enough and stayed hydrated. You look up and there it is, the pointed look he gives you everytime.

“Love, did you eat last night?” You look down in shame. You had a horrible habit of getting so caught up at work you forget to order food from the kitchen before it closes. 

“You see, what had happened was..” you start. Walter rolls his eyes and huffs, beginning to roll away from you. You pull him back in protest. 

“Listen to me! I didn’t have the chance to eat because I had to get the bar put together because Katie had to leave early and then we got slammed and Sheri couldn’t keep up with her tables so they kept coming up to the bar and then we just, didn’t slow down until after close, so Sy and I were going to go get something to eat and then….” you trail off, your brain bringing up the awful memory of what your….. You’re not even sure what to call Mikey. Walter notices where your mind seems to go and quickly put his hand under your chin and raises your eyes to his.

“Sy is making breakfast,” he starts.

“Fuck yeah,” you mumble. Sy was the best cook in the entire group, and his breakfast was fire. Walter rolls his eyes at that.

“And August went to the gym. Grumbling something about still being pissed off.” That last bit of information didn’t surprise you at all. August was crazy, as you had seen one night when a customer had gotten too handsy and decided to fight Auggie when he tried to throw him out. You were not ashamed to admit it made you so horny that you jumped him in the car at the end of your shift. It may have also revealed just how toxic you could be at times to the entire group. None of them seemed to mind though.

Just then, Sy came into the bedroom, carrying a tray full of food. You see french toast and biscuits and gravy, eggs, bacon, ham, fruit. All of your favorite breakfast foods. God you love these men. Sy sees you eyeing the tray and raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Well good morning to you too, Sugar. You sleep alright?” He kisses your forehead while balancing the tray in his hand. You soak up the affection, staring at him as he brings the tray to sit in your lap. You pick up a fork and dig in, almost inhaling the fruit and french toast, feeding bites to each man beside you. It was almost perfect, until you heard the front door open and Mikey’s voice rings through the house. Your hand tightens around your fork and Walter is quick enough to move the tray off your lap as Sy flies off the bed and out of the room. You both quickly follow him, knowing deep down you wouldn’t be able to keep Sy from kicking his ass. 

You stand at the top of the stairs and watch as Sy barrels towards Mikey, shoving him against the wall and holding him up by the front of the shirt. Walter moves you to the side, coming to stand on the steps in front of you but not shielding you from watching what was happening. Mikey’s eyes go wide and his hands go up at his sides. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Easy, big guy. Good morning to you, too.” It wasn’t unusual for Sy and Mikey to wrestle in the house. But the look on Sy’s face told Mikey this was anything but playful. 

“How was your studying session, Mike?” Sy snarls. His voice sent shivers down your spine. You almost feel sorry for anyone who had to go against your Captain. It was joked once that he was a bull, once he sees red there’s no running from him.

“It was fine. What is your problem, man?’ Mike stutters. That just seems to piss Sy off even more because he removes one hand and pulls it back before punching Mike in the stomach. The younger man doubles over before Sy lifts him back into a standing position. Part of you wants to step in. Yes Mike hurt you, but you don’t usually condone physical violence unless absolutely necessary. But on the other hand, Karma is a bitch, and he’s had more than enough coming his way. 

“Now, you wanna try that again?” Sy growls. Mikey looks up to you, and your heart breaks all over again. You see the moment it clicks in his head, and shame fills his eyes. 

“Sweetcheeks…” he tries. Sy shakes him hard.

“You don’t get to speak to her. You’re lucky August isn’t here because he wouldn’t be as easy on you as I am right now. I thought we had a clear understanding on what this relationship meant to her, and now you’ve set all of us back. She’s going to shut herself off and we’ll have to work double to get her trust back. Fucking idiot.” Sy pushes him harder into the wall before dropping him not so gently to the floor. You move past Walter and make your way down the stairs. You put a hand on Sy’s shoulder and he looks at you. You can hear his thoughts as loud as if he said them out loud; ‘you don’t have to do this’.

Mikey stands up and looks at you, flashing his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. Normally it would melt your heart, but right now it just turns it to stone. You wonder how you would be responding if you didn’t have the strength of the two men behind you.

“Taking summer classes, huh? Does the name MaKenna ring a bell?” you seethe. You had once confided in how insecure she made you feel. She was your height but very petite. You had noted how her breasts were the perfect size that they just stayed perky, making you self-conscious of your larger chest that hangs low. Not that you didn’t love your body, but loving yourself is a long, bumpy road. 

“Babycakes,” Mikey tries again. 

“What did Sy say? You don’t have the privilege of speaking to me. Ya know, Mikey, it took a lot of convincing from your cousins to even get me to consider giving you a chance, based off your history with women. I knew from the get go this was going to end badly but I had that littlest bit of hope that I was wrong. I can’t even stand looking at you right now.” you say, turning away from him. You move but before you get too far, he reaches out and grabs your arm. You spin quickly, and before anyone can blink you slap him. Hard as fuck. Your palm stings and his face immediately turns red. You turn and run before he can see you start to cry. 

“Great contact, Sugar.” Sy mumbles as you rush past him, giving Mikey one last hard look before following you upstairs. Walter, who had been silent during this entire altercation, finally looked at Mike. 

“I’m not going to discuss any of this with you, right now. I’m more disappointed than angry,” he starts. Mikey rolls his eyes.

“No offense, Walt, but I don’t need the dad lecture at the moment,” he says sarcastically. That’s what finally set the normally stoic detective off. 

“Obviously you do! Maybe if that piece of shit father of yours would have stuck around you would have turned out better.” That fucking stung. Mikey had taken some time to open up about his dad bailing on him and his mom. He blamed himself for a long time, something you strived to help him heal. 

“But he didn’t, so now it is up to myself and the other two to teach you something about being a man. I understand that before her you made no commitments to the women you took to your bed. But when you actually make a promise to someone you don’t break it like that. I’m going to ask you once to leave. Take a few days at a friend’s while we discuss how we want to proceed from here.” 

Mikey went to protest but the look on Walter’s face killed the argument before it could leave his mouth. He knew he fucked up, and he hears his mother’s voice in his head telling him to face the consequences of his decisions. 

“Can I at least grab some stuff before I go?” he mumbles. Walter nods but says nothing else. He watches as Mikey gathers some things before moving towards the front door. He pauses before opening the door, turning back to the older man.

“I’m sorry, Walt.” 

Walter shakes his head. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. We all have some talking to do, but for right now let the dust settle. She needs to heal some from this. And before you start accusing me of choosing a woman over family, remember that you are the one in the wrong in this scenario.” 

And with that Walter went upstairs, leaving Mike to walk out of the house with his tail between his legs. Just as he was getting to his car, August pulls up beside him. Mike barely has his door open before August is on him, throwing him up against his car.

“I should beat the fuck out of you right now.” he hisses. If Mike thought Sy was scary, August was terrifying. He remembered one night when they all had had way too much to drink and August went to a really dark place mentally, giving a recount of just how many people he had killed during his time working for the CIA. Mike knew just how skilled August was in the arts of torture, and the thought alone of what he could do to him almost made him piss himself. 

“Listen, Sy has already given it to me and she left this beautiful hand print on my face, so give me a break, okay? You can come at me later when Walter lets me back in the house,” he grumbles. August locks in on that last bit of information.

“Walter kicked you out?” 

“He said it’s just for a few days.” August nods. 

“Well whatever you do, do NOT go back to that little bitch’s house. Find a GUY friend to stay with. And call your mother, before one of us does.”  

Mikey should have known that was coming. All three of the older men were fiercely loyal to his mother, and never missed an opportunity to let her know when he did something stupid. But this was probably the worst thing he could’ve told her. He sighs and gets in his car, thinking of who he could call that would let him stay a few days. 

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August makes his way to the bedroom immediately upon walking into the house. He didn’t want to leave you this morning but he was still so pissed by what happened early this morning he knew it would do no one any good if he didn’t get it out of his system. So he went to the gym where he almost destroyed a punching bag and scared some staff members. One of his training buddies had finally had enough of him abusing the gym equipment and said something. 

“Now what did the bag ever do to you?” Geralt asks. The man was taller than August with more muscle, but he had a more even temperament. August puts his hands down and huffs. 

“I’m picturing Mikey’s face.” he growls. Geralt just raises a brow. August had talked about his little cousin and the relationship he had with the bartender. He’d been to the bar and wasn’t hesitant to admit he could understand the attraction. You were a beautiful woman, fiery and bubbly simultaneously. It was adorable. 

“What did the little idiot do this time?” Geralt had come to calling him that after he had drunkenly picked up a rabid raccoon out of the dumpster and it bit him. 

“He hooked up with MaKenna.” August says. Geralt pauses to rack his brain. 

“The little redhead that worked there before she was fired for having sex in the parking lot during her shift?” 

“That’s why they fired her?” August spins to face the larger man. You had said she was fired for employee misconduct and insubordination, but you never gave the specifics. “You know what, I’m not surprised.” 

“That’s what I heard from the owner at a house party a week after that, I think. Doesn’t matter. How did you guys find out?”

“The stupid shit sent her a video of them fucking to her, in the same bath tub in the cabin Sy took her to last weekend.” August shakes his head. Little shit couldn’t have even been original. 

“And he’s still breathing?” Geralt looks surprised. 

“For now. But when I see him….” August’s hands curl into fists at his side and he almost starts shaking. Geralt gives a hum and then pats his back, turning to leave his friend to stew in his feelings and planning a nice phone call to the beautiful bartender with a broken heart at home. 

Shaking the memory from his mind, August opens the bedroom door to see you curled into Sy’s chest, shoulders shaking but no noise coming from you. Only the vision of the bright hand print on Mikey’s face calms his rising anger. He hears Walter in the bathroom and the shower turning on. Sy finally notices him and makes eye contact. It was almost a telepathic conversation between the two men: our baby needs us.

August turns to his left as Walter walks in, steam following him from the running shower. Sy nudges you up with murmurs of needing to calm down. You grudgingly obey, make eye contact with August before quickly looking away and following them to the shower. August takes this chance to change the sheets, rolling his eyes when he sees the crumbs on the comforter. He’d told them time and again not to let you eat in bed, but they never listen. He’ll let it slide this time, given current circumstances. 

After fixing the bed and taking the breakfast down to the kitchen, he starts on the dishes. You had expressed only once that it was your least favorite chore, and he had taken it upon himself to be the designated dishwasher of your group. Despite the shower running upstairs, the water was still scalding and he thanked Walter once again for finally caving and buying a new hot water heater and for Sy saving them money by installing it himself. The burning pain from the water distracted him from the heartbreak he felt coming from you. You always joked you had a radiating energy that affected those around you, but he didn’t think it was a joke.

When he first saw you, you shined so brightly you almost glowed. Your smile was like a beaming ray of sunlight, sending warmth straight through his heart. At first he thought he was dying, that you were an angel of some sort that had shown up to take him to his after life. But one look at Sy and Walter and he knew he wasn’t alone. Bringing you into their lives was like having eternal summer. And now Mikey had gone and shut your light off. He was lucky he was kicked out. 

As soon as everything was dried and put away, August made his way upstairs where Sy was carrying you out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Walter followed behind with a brush and some lotion in hand. They met eyes for a moment before moving to sit beside you and Sy on the bed. Sy had you his lap sideways, rocking back and forth while you controlled your breathing. He let you cry in the shower until your breathing turned ragged and he recognized the onset of a panic attack setting in. Walter starts brushing your hair while August takes the lotion and starts rubbing your feet. Soon your breathing evens out and the sniffling quiets. 

All three men watch you and you make eye contact with August. He gives you a small smile and brings your ankle up to his mouth for a kiss. His mustache tickles your skin and you pull it back with a small shriek. This causes all three men to chuckle. 

“Are you okay, Kitten?” August mumbles. Walter and Sy turn to you pointedly. You hadn’t said anything to them since you ran away from Mikey. They knew you weren’t okay, but they needed you to open up to them so they could help. 

“Not really.” you whisper. Your hand still stings from slapping Mikey, but even more so your chest hurts. It feels irrational to you. You have three gods in front of you, ready and willing to worship you, and you’re heartbroken over someone you knew was going to hurt you from the beginning. “I think I’m more pissed than anything. What if this ruins what we have? I don’t want to be here around him but that means I won’t be able to be with you guys as much.” 

Sy burst out laughing. You look at him offended, only to catch the amusement on August’s face as well. You turn around to look at Walter and find him chuckling. 

“What the fuck is so funny?” you almost yell. August rubs his hand along your naked thigh, bringing your attention down to him.

“Kitten, if you think we’re going to let that little twerp ruin one of the best things to happen to us, you must not hold us in too high of a regard.” he looks at you pointedly. 

“Yeah, Sugar. You got me fucked up if you think I’m going to throw you away because of this. If anything, it’s Mikey that’s going in the trash.” Sy says with a smirk. You look at him tentatively, and he gives you his wink/blink.  You give him a smile when you feel Walter kiss the top of your head. You look up to make eye contact with your furry lover. 

“Besides, I kicked Mikey out,” he says. You immediately sit upright in Sy’s lap, scrambling to stand and look at Walter full on. You bring your hands to your hips, causing the towel to fall and you rush to catch it. 

“What do you mean you kicked him out? Don’t cause issues with your family because of me, Walter, that’s crazy.” He just smiles at you. It isn’t fair how pretty he is, how pretty all three of them are. You shouldn’t be jealous because your boyfriends have prettier eyelashes than you do. He reaches for you, bringing you between his legs, spreading them wide to make room for your thick thighs. 

“It’s only for a few days, Love. Give him some time to think about what he did and for all of us to cool down.” 

“No promises on that last one,” August grumbles. Sy gives a hum of agreement. 

“Regardless,” Walter starts, giving a pointed look to the other two men, “even if Michael is here, you still have every right to be in this house. Or we can start spending more time at your place. We can work around this, love.” He grabs your hands in his and brings you close to him. “We love you, Y/N.” he whispers. Tears start to fill your eyes. 

“Yeah, Sugar. Sure, your apartment is small and crowded, and you have all those pretty rocks I’m too scared to touch,” Sy starts in, making you giggle.

“They’re called crystals, Sy.” you mumble.

“Whatever, they’re part of your little witchy shit and sets me on edge. But I wouldn’t be anywhere else, cause I love ya.” 

“Aww you guys,” you say as the tears really start to flow. You look to August, waiting for him to take his turn to confess his feelings. He just rolls his eyes. 

“All this sappy shit. Yes, I love you. This is probably the only time you’ll hear me say it out loud, so soak it up while you can,” he grumbles. You bend down and give him a kiss on his pouting lips. 

“I love you, too.” you whisper as you move away from him. 

“All of you. I didn’t want to get too close at the beginning because I didn’t want to have to choose between you three, but thank god you suggested this. I know I’m going to be a little down in the coming time, but I appreciate each of you and everything you do for me as a team and as individuals. I don’t know where I’d be without you guys.” 

All three men wrap their arms around you like some kind of awkward python of arms and hair. You run one hand through Walter’s hair and the other down August’s back. Sy buries his face in your chest, and you send thanks to the divine universe for the beautiful men it has sent you.

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Mikey pulls up to his friend Evan’s house, aware of the gloom cloud hanging above his head. He’d called him as soon as he pulled out of the driveway at Walter’s, giving as little details as possible as to why he needed a place to crash. Evan was a great friend, but he didn’t need any more judgment today. He was already dreading calling his mother. How was he going to explain to her that he cheated on his girlfriend that he was sharing with his three older cousins? Up until today he wasn’t even sure it WAS cheating. I mean, you had the other three, why couldn’t he fuck other people too? 

But then a memory arises in his mind. It had only been a couple months since you had met him and the other three men, and you were freaking out in the cooler at work. It had taken him five minutes to get you calmed enough to tell him what had you in such a state. When you finally confessed that you had caught feelings for him and his cousins, and that you didn’t want to choose between them, he had the best idea. That night he mentioned a poly relationship to August and Sy, unknowing of his cousin’s history of sharing women. When he pitched the idea to Walter, the detective was reluctant. But it took one look at your face when they presented the idea to you to convince the bear to cave.

What Mikey wasn’t prepared for was the jealousy he would feel sometimes. It seemed some days that you treated him like he was still a kid, and the nickname Baby Face only made it worse. The way you talked to the older three like they hung the moon, and the way you let them dominate you. It emasculated him, you never let him top you. When he saw MaKenna at a party one night, and she started flirting with him, he felt good. She talked to him like he knew what he was doing, stroking his ego and he felt on top of the world. 

Looking back now, he knows he fucked up. He wished he could blame the alcohol, but he knew deep down that wasn’t an excuse.When you agreed to the poly proposal, you had sat everyone down for a deep discussion on the rules of the relationship and how to operate the slippery slope of romance. You had pressed the seriousness of open communication. If anyone was having any issues, it needed to be talked over and worked  out. He just couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he was feeling. And now he may have lost you forever. 

He looks up from his steering wheel when he hears a tap on his window. Evan stands there, waving a hand to get his attention. He exits the car, avoiding Evan’s questioning gaze as he gathered his things and followed his friend into the house. He sets his bag on the couch, a deep sigh leaving his chest. He hears Evan say something but didn’t pay attention to his words. He sat down and reached into his bag for his computer when he noticed he had packed one of your shirts that must have gotten mixed in with his laundry somehow. He brings it up to his face and takes a whiff. It still smells like you even after going through the wash and he’s surprised to feel the tears burn his eyes. 

That’s how Evan finds him when he walks back in from the kitchen with two beers in hand. Mikey wasn’t one to show much emotion outside of excitement and horniness, so to see him crying really threw his friend for a loop.

“Hey, man, you okay?” he sets the two bottles on the coffee table and moves to sit beside Mike. As an EMT he’s used to having to de-escalate a situation, but this was different somehow. 

“I cheated on Y/N,” Mike gets out once he calms down. Evan raises his brows in surprise. He couldn’t lie and say he was shocked. He knew exactly the kind of guy Mike was and exactly the woman you were. He told Mike once that he thought he was too immature for someone like you. You were a grown ass woman, not the little girls Mikey liked to play around with. You had your shit together, a good job and your own place, paid your own bills and never really asked for nor needed help. He had expressed his concerns when Mike had told him you accepted his offer to be shared with his cousins. But alas, Mikey didn’t listen. It took all the willpower Evan had in him not to say ‘I told you so’. 

“With who?” he whispered. Getting loud and angry would do his friend no good right now. 

“That MaKenna chick, the one you met at the party that one time.” Evan racked his brain, shifting through faces and names. Mike had introduced him to plenty of chicks over the last two years of their friendship. 

“Is she the little redhead that worked at the bar with Y/N? The one who got fired for fucking a customer on the clock?” 

“Is that why they fired her?” Mikey looked up. 

“Yeah, man. My brother was there that night, said she ran out of the bar screaming and cussing everyone out. She may have also been drinking on the job.” Fuck, he had alot of apologizing to do. 

“Look, I’m your friend, and as your friend it’s my responsibility to tell you when you fucked up. And I love you, bro, but you’re fucking stupid. What was going through your head, man?” 

Mike wanted to be offended, but somewhere deep inside he was glad to have a friend who called him out on his shit. 

“I don’t know, man. We were at this party and I was drinking and Y/N has been so busy with work and caught up in the other guys that it just felt like I didn’t exist anymore, ya know? And then when we do have sex, she’s always in control. It made me feel….” he trailed off. Evan nods his head, encouraging him to continue. 

“I just felt like she saw me as some little kid she could play with, and never took me as seriously as she did them. I wasn’t a man in her eyes. And then MaKenna showed up and I just didn’t think. Now I may have lost her for some community pussy.” 

Evan laughed at the last sentence, fully aware the same could be said of Mikey. 

“Listen. You stay here for a few days, let her calm down, and figure out your own shit while you’re at it. And maybe get some ice for your face cause brother, she left her mark.”  Mikey reaches up and touches his still stinging cheek. 

“Leave it, let it be my reminder that I’m an idiot.” 

“If you say so, man. But it’s turning purple so better go find some make up at the drug store before people start asking if you’ve been abused.” 

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The next few days flew by in a blur. You’d had picked up extra shifts just to keep your mind focused on work and not Mikey. The three older men never really let you have a moment to yourself. If you were at work, they were sat at the very end of the bar. If you were at home, you had at least one wrapped around you and another lurking somewhere in the house. You didn’t mind, really. You had done enough crying over Mike. You, however, didn’t let them see the anxiety eating at you as the days drew closer to Mikey coming back to the house. Walter had tried to reassure you that everything would be fine, but you knew it would be so awkward. Sy had offered to move in with you, to which August protested that there wouldn’t be enough room because he’d be damned if he wasn’t moving in too. You let them bicker for an hour before shutting down the idea in general. 

Sy had made sure August had taken you out for the day when Mikey had finally come back to the house. He didn’t deserve to even be in your presence. When the younger man walked through the door, Sy had given him a dirty look before going into the kitchen to start on a dinner he had been dying to have you try. Mike just nodded his head in acceptance before moving to lock himself in his bedroom. He was in there for an hour before he heard your laugh coming in through the front door. He had to physically restrain himself from running out to greet you, instead putting on his noise cancelling headphones and closed his eyes, praying for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

It went on like this for weeks. If he happened to run into you around the house, you would avoid looking at him and run to another room, usually followed by Sy or August. Walter had picked up a new case and had barely been home. If Mike went to the bar with the guys, you would have the other bartender serve him.

Watching Sy and August love up on you was torture. It was like they were being extra affectionate just to tease him, looking right in his eyes when giving you a deep kiss or long hug. The worst was when he would hear you three at night, his room being right under the bed. Your cries of pleasure haunting him in his dreams. 

It was getting towards the end of September, the weather was starting to get chilly and his classes were kicking his ass. He had resorted to moving in with Evan just so he could sleep. Walter had finally convinced you to move in, despite the tension between you and Mike. It hadn’t been an easy fight.

“Walt, baby, I really don’t think it’s a good idea. I still can’t even talk to him, living here is just going to make it worse.” you protest. It was on a rare night that he had come home from work and all three men had taken their turn ravishing you to exhaustion. You lay naked on your back in the middle of the bed, Sy half asleep with his face on your chest, August getting water and snacks in the kitchen, and Walter standing in the doorway to the bathroom towel drying his hair. 

“But your lease is coming up, baby, and they’re going to raise your rent. What are you going to do, if you can’t renew it and can’t afford it?” Sy whispers against your breast. 

“I can find another apartment, Sy.” 

“Besides, Mike moved in with his friend, Evan.” If it wasn’t for Sy’s heavy body keeping yours pinned to the bed, you would have sat straight up. 

“When?” you ask.

“A couple days ago. Said he couldn’t stand being in this house anymore, he couldn’t sleep.” 

You both turn when you hear August coming up the stairs with his arms full. You took note of your favorite cookies and some waters. He takes one to Walter, before moving to sit on your other side and feeding you a bite of cookie. 

“I just hope this doesn’t cause any problems with you guys and his mom…” you trail off. Walter had told you about Liza’s phone call when Mike told her what happened. You knew your boys probably got an earful, but eventually she came to understand her son was the one in the wrong. That still didn’t save them from the scolding over the idiocracy of their poly relationship. 

They didn’t care though. It wasn’t her relationship, therefore her opinion didn’t matter. 

“Liza will get over it. You, my dear, are OUR priority. Mikey moved out of his own freewill and you need a place to live. You can have Mikey’s old room, if you’re worried about losing a space to call your own.” Tears come to your eyes. God, you love them so much. 

“Yeah, you can put all your witchy shit in there,” Sy says. All of you just laugh and carry on with your night. 

August and Sy had helped you pack your apartment and, with a little help from Geralt, who had recently started spending time with your little group, had moved you in with your polycule. You sold most of your furniture aside from your dressers and mattress. Walter had even set up a space around the house for your cat, happy to have a free mouse catcher for when the rodents invaded during the snowy months. Everything was going great, you had your boys, work was banging so you had some extra cash in your pocket. Soon the sting from Mikey’s betrayal ebbed away to a dull throb. 

It was mid-October when shit really hit the fan. The band at work was super popular around the local community and everyone was getting lit. Your boss had given you the night off per your request, but you just couldn’t seem to stay away from work, even off the clock. You had dressed up extra nice tonight, donning an outfit that showed off all your goodies. Sy and August had been to the barber a few days before and looked so yummy. Walter had opted to take the night and spend time with Faye during her time off for fall break. You had invited Geralt but he said the loud noises would mess with his sensitive ears. 

After grabbing drinks and saying hi to your friends in the band, you take a seat at a table with the guys, talking to some regulars and friends. The night was going great, for at least an hour. Until Mikey walked in. Just seeing him pissed you off again. You made eye contact for just a split second before turning away, giving him the cold shoulder. Nothing gets past your two soldiers though, and both men clock onto their younger cousin making his way through the crowd. Sy slings one arm around your shoulders and August moves to block you into the booth, stuck between the two beefcakes. You keep your face forward, your focus solely on the band. 

‘Fuck she looks good’ Mikey thinks. You had put on his favorite teddy, tits pushed almost to your chin, tucked into a pair of jeans so tight they might as well have been painted on. Your hair was curled and wild, and your make up was done in his favorite style. He missed the nights of watching the mascara run down your face from choking on his….. He shakes his head, starting to regret coming out tonight. One of your coworkers had told him you had taken the night off, and he was in the mood to drink himself stupid. He hadn’t spent a night sober since he moved out. He can’t even self pleasure any more, the guilt killing his sex drive. He refused to look at women. Not when the one he wanted was so close yet so far away.  He tries ignoring the glares being sent to him from Sy and August. They hadn’t forgiven him for his mistake. To be honest, he hadn’t exactly forgiven himself. 

When the band goes on break, you extract yourself from your loving bodyguards to go to the restroom. Locking yourself in the large stall, you turn your back to lean against the wall, taking a deep breath, before doing your thing and leaving the bathroom. You sneak out the door to the back patio quickly, before Sy or August can see you. You loved them deeply, but the past couple weeks they have been a tad overbearing. You move past all the smokers and into the back parking lot, taking in the cold air, letting it freeze/burn your lungs. 

The healing you had done the past few weeks seemed to fly out the window at seeing him again. You missed him. You hated it, but you missed him so much. The stupid faces he would make when you were in a bad mood. The puppy dog eyes he would give you when asking for a bite of your food. The way he vigorously rubbed his face in your chest when he was tired and acting like a toddler. The memories cause tears to sting your eyes, and you put your fingers under your eyes to keep your makeup from running. 

A cough from behind brings you back to the present, turning to find Mikey standing behind you. He had his head down, rubbing the back of his neck and scuffing his foot on the ground. It pleased and pained you to see him looking so rough. He was always pale, but his skin was almost gray. His hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in days and his clothes were rumpled. He looked like shit, and you loved it and hated it in a strange emotional paradox. 

“Hey,” you whisper, and your heart breaks all over again. The circles under his eyes wouldn’t have been covered by the best concealer in the world. You just want to pull him into you and love every ounce of pain out of his eyes. But he broke your trust and you have to stand your ground. 

“Hi,” he whispers back. It’s tense for a moment, and you’re wishing you would have snuck your pack of smokes into your purse without August seeing. All of them knew you had your vices, but August was adamant about breaking this specific bad habit. As if reading your mind, Mikey hands you a cigarette, and you take it with a quiet ‘thank you’. He lights it for you, and you both look each other in the eye before turning away again.

“Mikey-”

“I-” 

You both speak at the same time, before smiling softly at each other. You motion for him to start first, anxious to hear what he has to say. 

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. What I did was wrong and I really hurt you. Nothing can excuse what I did, but if it’s any consolation, I feel like shit,” he clears his throat, and avoids eye contact with you. 

“You look like shit,” you huff. He throws his head back and barks a laugh. His shoulders shake and you know it’s not because he finds anything funny. 

“Thank you, Sweetcheeks.” You smile at his nickname. 

“Seriously, Mikey, are you okay? You look like you haven’t seen the sun in weeks.” 

“No, babes, to be honest I’m not. I can’t sleep without drinking half a bottle a night, I don’t think I’ve had a solid meal in two weeks, and my sex drive is completely gone. Hell, I can’t even masturbate!” The more he talks, the more manic he sounds until he shouts that last sentence, drawing the eyes of some customers walking by. You slap your hand to your face to hide from embarrassment. 

“Sorry. But yeah, I’m not okay. But I brought this on to myself,” he mumbles. You would disagree, but you can’t. He made his decision, now he can lay in the bed he made. 

“You look great, though. They must be taking good care of you,” he says almost bitterly. 

“Yes, they are. I’m actually using your old room as an art studio.”

“Wow. That’s great.” You just nod your head. And then it really processes in your head, and you can’t help the petty happiness that fills you at the thought of him not being able to get it up. Your face must give away how you’re feeling.

“What?” Mikey asks.

“Would it be shitty of me to say it pleases me immensely that your dick isn’t working right now?” Now Mikey really laughs, from deep in his belly and full of mirth. You start laughing with him, and when you make eye contact, it only seems to amuse you further. Soon you both are wiping tears and holding your stomachs. 

“No, babe, I wouldn’t fault you at all for taking pleasure in my pain. Matter of fact, if my suffering makes you happy, I will do it gladly.” You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but damn it if that wasn’t what made you fall in love with him to begin with. 

“I can admit I miss you, too, Mikey. But don’t think that this simple conversation is going to make everything magically better. You have a lot of trust to build back up, and not just with me.” You warn him. His eyes light up, and like a trick of the shadows around you, his skin almost seemed to glow back to life. 

“I’ll do whatever you want, Sweetcheeks. I promise, I won’t so much as LOOK at another woman. You won’t regret this.” His body jerks forward, arms open to hug you before he hesitates. You open your arms in acceptance, ready to move past this awkwardness and be with your Mikey again. After a long few minutes of just soaking in each other after weeks apart, you move back and wipe your eyes once more. A gust of wind blows around you and sends a shiver over your naked shoulders and back.   

“Let’s get you inside, Sweetcheeks,” Mikey says, shrugging off his zip up jacket and throwing it over your shoulders. You both move to go back inside just as the door opens and August and Sy come barreling out. August glares at the cigarette still in your hand while Sy shoots a dirty look at Mike’s jacket around you. 

“Uh oh, Mikey, we should probably put out the smokes. Here comes Captain Killjoy and Agent Sourpuss,” you giggle. 

“Careful, Sweetcheeks, they’re likely to punish you,” he jokes back. Two sets of cerulean eyes study you and Mikey closely. August looks ready to murder the younger man, while Sy just looks confused.

“So what’s going on here?” the bull grumbles.

“Mike and I have had a conversation, and he has apologized,” you start slowly. You’re unsure just how well they will react to this news.

“So one little ‘I’m sorry’ and he’s just forgiven?” August seethes. You take a deep breath. You love your Scorpio man, but Lord did he test you.

“It’s not all magically fixed, no. We still need to have a very long talk, and it’s going to take a lot of work, but for right now, tonight, we are going to leave the past in the past, let go of any grudges,” you look pointedly to both men, “and go enjoy our friend Alex’s singing and eat some good food because you,” you turn to Mikey, “are skin and bones. Am I clear?” 

You had used what you call your ‘mom voice’, leaving no room for argument. All three men follow you back into the bar, Mikey sitting by the wall and letting you lock him into the booth. Things were going well until SHE walked in. That redheaded little hussy. It was a good thing Sy listened to you when you told him to keep you away from the whiskey. The last thing you needed was to go to jail tonight. None of the guys seemed to have noticed, so you chose to ignore it. 

At the next intermission, Mikey decided he’d take the opportunity to get another round for the table. You kept your eyes stuck to him the entire time, launching yourself from the booth when you see MaKenna walk up to Mikey. He glances at her before looking around the room nervously. Sy and August follow but stay a few feet away. You sidle up to Mikey and wrap an arm around his waist and using the other hand to bring his face down to yours and sealing a deep kiss to his lips. You open your mouth and make a show of mingling your tongue with Mike’s, letting this bitch know he’s yours. Mikey follows you as you pull away, whining low in his throat when you break the kiss. You then turn to the girl beside you.

“Oh, hi. I forgot you existed,” you say. She’s looking between you and Mikey, very confused.

“I didn’t know you and Mike were dating,” she says. You narrow your eyes at her, knowing she was lying. She knew damn well what she did. 

“MaKenna was just trying to hook up with me again. I was just telling her no,” Mikey rushed to tell you. The last thing he needed after making up with you was you thinking he hadn’t changed. The only acknowledgement you give him is a hum and a nod. 

“Yeah, after he fucked you he realized he needed a real woman. I’m surprised you even have the guts to show up here after being fired the way you were. You really must feel no shame,” the venom dripping from your tongue could kill a horse, but damn if it wasn’t sexy. Mikey was trying so hard to hide the tightening in his jeans. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” the smaller female starts. 

“Oh, please. You got caught fucking another woman’s man, again, on the clock. And when his girlfriend showed up to kick your ass, it caused drama that didn’t need to be started here at work. You think you would have learned from that, but apparently you have no sense of self-preservation. I suggest you start looking for something safe to do, because I won’t be as nice as the last girl. You got lucky a bouncer was able to convince her not to knock your teeth in, but the bouncers here love me and would highly encourage it. So find someone else to fuck with, before that butterface of yours gets permanently damaged.” 

All three of your boys groan. Seeing you so riled up was so hot, and they knew hearing you threaten someone shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was. The girl in front of you flinches before walking away from you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose. You’re typically not a confrontational person, but it felt so good to put someone in their place. And to do it without laying a hand on her. 

“That was hot as fuck,” Mikey says behind you. You chuckle, turning back to flash him a flirty smile before grabbing his hand and moving to go grab the other two. The lust you see in August’s eyes sets you aflame. Sy just looks giddy, like a child. He knows exactly what’s about to happen. After grabbing your things and saying your goodbyes, feeling smug as you watch MaKenna move around the bar to avoid you. You pay out your tabs, leaving generous tips for the bartender and leaving with promises to fill her in on all the dirty details later. Gossip makes the work shift go by faster and Monday night was gonna be a HOT, tea party. 

You almost run to Sy’s truck, August following closely behind to his car parked in the next spot over. Sy barrels past his cousin and quickly grabs you, turning you around and grabbing your cheeks in both hands. He tilts your head back and stares deeply into your eyes.

“I hate every bitch that isn’t you, you absolute fucking goddess.” he rumbles. The absolute desire radiating from his bulky form affecting the other two men. You giggle almost manically as he kisses you sloppily. You can taste the Jack he’s been drinking all night.  He smacks his lips when he pulls away, reaching down to slap your ass before turning and climbing into his Chevy. August chuckles at his cousin’s antics, turning and unlocking his car. Mikey opens the door to the truck for you, helping you in by pushing under your asscheeks. It’s almost like your lovers had an obsession or something. 

August eyes the actions closely, still suspicious of his younger cousin’s motives. Mikey catches his eye and looks down to the ground. You notice and give August a pointed look that said ‘stop it’. He couldn’t help it. It was his job to protect you, even from emotional pain. You stare even harder until  he softens his expression. 

“August, do you mind giving Mike a ride back home with us?” you say so sweetly it almost rotted his teeth. He huffs at you and you give him the bedroom begging eyes. The same eyes you give him when……. God damn it. You really knew how to get under his skin. He rolls his eyes to try to hide just how much you affect him.

“Fine. See you back at the house.” Mike hesitated, but moved when you poked him in the ribs and motioned for him to get in the car before shutting yourself in the truck, kicking your feet up on the dash. The Chevy rumbles to life and Sy peels out, leaving a trail of smoke in the parking lot. August rolls his eyes at the unnecessary display of masculinity. ‘Dumb country boy’. 

The ride is silent and awkward, Mike fidgeting with his hoodie strings and bouncing his legs. August kept his focus on the road, ignoring the anxiety vibrating off the younger man. Ten minutes felt like an eternity. When they pulled in the drive, Mike finally felt like he could breathe. Sy had just turned off the truck when August put the car in park. You hopped out of the driver’s side, hair sticking out sideways and your lipstick smudged. Sy follows, mouth and cheeks red from your make out session. August rolls his eyes. 

“Impatient asshole.” Sy just shoots him a smug smile. You giggle and reach up to kiss your agent, knowing he was just grumpy cause Sy got to have you first. He hums in satisfaction as you pull away, picking you up and walking you into the house. You take note of Walter’s car parked in the garage and try to wiggle out of August’s arms to go greet your other lover. Mike follows hesitantly, hands deep in his pockets and dragging his feet on the ground. The past several times he’s been in this house hasn’t exactly been pleasant. 

August finally relents and lets you down. As soon as your feet hit the floor you’re on your way up the stairs, almost tripping in your haste. A strong arm wraps around your waist to catch you, and you mumble a thank you without looking at who it is and continuing your way up to the detective. He’s laying in bed with a case file in his hand, one arm behind his head. His hair is wet and he’s only in boxers. He looks up when you come in through the door, eyes light and a flush in your cheeks. 

“You’re home early, and it looks like you had a good time. You’ve been absolutely ravished” You climb onto the bed, the alcohol finally catching up to you. 

“I did! Mikey apologized and came home with us. Sy is at fault for the ruined lipstick.” The detective raises his brows in surprise. 

“That’s great, Love.” he says, getting distracted by the three men filing into the room behind you. He makes eye contact with the youngest man, giving him a nod in greeting. Mike nods back, at least Walter isn’t as intimidating as August. 

“And then that bitch showed up at the bar, that’s why we came home early,” you growl. Walter looks confused before Sy happily clarifies. The detective thought it odd his cousin was so excited to relay the news that the girl who Mike had cheated on you with had shown up to ruin your night. 

“She tried hooking up with me again. Sweetcheeks, I didn’t tell you about her flirting with me so you would threaten her.” Mike explains. Walter raises his brows further and looks at you pointedly. Sometimes you forget he’s actually a cop. 

“I didn’t threaten her! I told her she needed to find something safe to do, that’s just giving good advice.” you grumble.

“And it was so sexy when she did it.” Sy exclaims. Well, that explains that. You flush at the praise, tingles running down your spine. Walter chances a look at August, and the memory of you, the deadly venom in your tone, as you threatened the smaller girl just fed the flames. The lust in the agent’s eyes and the giddiness from Sy sparks something in Walter as well. You quickly catch on to the energy change in the room, biting your lip and making eye contact with each man. Mikey is unsure, though. You had just forgiven him for sleeping with someone else. Would you even want him to touch you? You notice his hesitation, beckoning him forward with a crook of your finger. He knows that look, and he’s happy to let you be in charge again. 

He kneels at the foot of the bed, hands laid flat on his thighs, head down in submission. You hum in satisfaction, crawling to get closer to him, ass in the air and hips swaying back and forth. You hear a chorus of groans ring around the room, but keep your focus on the boy in front of you. 

“Poor Mikey. He confessed to me earlier that he’s been having trouble getting it up here lately, boys.” 

“Serves him right,” August spits. You want to roll your eyes at the hostility, but know that would only lead to a paddling later. 

“But he’s apologized, Auggie. It’s time to move past it, don’t you think he’s suffered enough?” It took Mike a moment to remember the dynamic at play here. You submitted to August, and he submitted to both of you. He could only imagine the hell he had coming in his near future. 

“By the universe, sure. But I think you have been too lenient on him, Kitten.”

“Agreed.” That comes from Sy. You turn behind you to look at Walter, who gives his nod in agreement to the other two. 

“So what do you suggest I do?” Sy shrugs.

“That’s up to you, Sugar. You’re in charge here.” You contemplate for a moment before an idea pops into your head. Mike gulps as he watches a sinister smile bloom across your lipstick smeared mouth. The deviant look in your eyes lets him know he’s in for a long night. 

“Your punishment, Baby Face, is to look but not touch.”

Oh yeah, he’s well and truly fucked. 

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You flop back onto the bed, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. Sy groans beside you, just as sweaty and breathless. Walter leans his back against the headboard, and August and Mikey are curled together on your naked thighs. One solid hour of sex and passion had sobered you up. As the endorphin high slowly subsides, you move to get up, attempting to extract yourself from the pile of skin and hair and sweat. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” Sy grumbles.

“I have to pee, let me up.” you grumble. August and Mike groan as they move off you, Walter giving you a hand to keep your balance as you stand on the mattress and maneuver your way off the bed and to the bathroom. You start the shower, not enjoying the sticky feeling of sweat and cum drying on your skin. Once deemed warm enough, you step under the spray and the let water wash over you. 

You close your eyes and turn to wash your face. Now sober, and in a post-nut clarity state of mind, you think about Mikey and just how easily you gave into him tonight. The boys were right, you were too lenient. You said you needed to talk, but what would you say? You had already told him he hurt you, and that was still needing to be further discussed, but you also wanted to know why. You let out a deep sigh and run a hand down your face. 

You flinch when you feel an arm wrap around you, turning to find Walter giving you a worried look.  You give him a small smile, turning back into the water to finish scrubbing the make up from your face, before turning to grab your body wash. He stops you, grabbing the soap and your loofah before gently starting to wash your chest. You hum, closing your eyes and leaning back to let the water flow through your hair. 

“What were you thinking about, Love?” Walter asks softly, causing you to open your eyes. 

“Mikey, and the talk we all need to have.” you whisper. “Just don’t know how I want to go about it.”

“You want to talk it through with me? Help process your thoughts before going in blind?” you huff a laugh out of your nose, before nodding. 

“I want to know why he did it, but at the same time, I’m scared to really find out.” He nods his head, putting his hands on your shoulders to turn you so he can start washing your back. 

“I’m also confused on how to get over the hurt. The anxiety and that little voice whispering in my ear that he’s going to do it again.” You feel him hum as he starts to massage your shoulders, releasing the knots in your neck. 

“Unfortunately, my dear, that little voice may never go away. But Michael put that voice there, and if he’s truly sorry and serious about being with you again, he will work very hard to chase that little voice away.” You nod, understanding what he’s saying, and you appreciate his wisdom, but it does little to ease the heaviness in your chest. Your thoughts are interrupted when Sy burst into the shower.

“Y’all are having a party in here and didn’t invite me?’ he says, fake offense on his bearded face. You chuckle and roll your eyes.

“It’s a shower therapy session, Captain. Just working through some thoughts and feelings.” He raises his eyebrows, not expecting that retort. 

“Well, make room. I need to wash off.” he pushes into the small space. Walter grunts while you giggle, rinsing the last of the soap off and slipping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. You can hear the two men in the shower bickering but pay no mind as you make your way to the bedroom to steal one of Walter’s sweaters. You take note that the bedsheets have been removed and the other two men are no longer in the room. 

After drying off and getting dressed in the sweater, some panties, and knee high socks to keep your legs warm, you move to go downstairs where you knew August would be putting together after care snacks. Walter and Sy are leaving the bathroom as you head to the bathroom door, stopping to give them both a kiss before leaving the room and going downstairs. 

As you had predicted, August was in the kitchen, pajama bottoms hanging off his delectable hips, putting together sandwiches and juice. Sometimes you think he took the nickname “Daddy” too seriously. You look to your right to see Mike in the laundry room, pulling out clean bedsheets and a bigger comforter. This leaves you puzzled, Mikey never did chores. As if he can read your thoughts, he looks up and gives you a sheepish smile. 

“Just trying to help out.” he mumbles. You just nod your head, your brain still trying to compute what it was seeing. You must have looked like a SIM, just standing there staring. You snap back into reality when August clears his throat, giving you a look of confusion. 

“Yes, Daddy?’ you say. It was almost instinctual at this point to call him that at home. He just simply smirks, before grabbing your hand and moving you to sit at the kitchen island in front of a plate of food. You start to salivate at the sight of a sandwich and fruit. He puts a bottle of water beside the plate before kissing your forehead and moving to put together plates for everyone else. 

You munch quietly on your fruit, mind going back to the conversation you’re going to have to have with your four boys. Walter and Sy were easy to talk to, giving you the space to freely and safely speak about how you feel. The strength that radiates from them giving you a sense of peace, leaving you unafraid of your feelings. You didn’t have to tell August what was on your mind. He had an uncanny ability to guess how you’re feeling most times. ‘You can’t control your face, Baby Girl.’

You lift your head up from your snack when you hear Walter and Sy come thundering down the stairs. Both are dressed just as August, leaving you in a sea of man titties and hair. This is the closest to Heaven you will ever get and you can die a happy woman secure in that knowledge. Immediately Sy goes to a plate of food, grumbling a thank you to August in between bites. Walter takes a plate and sits beside you on a stool. August and Sy are standing against it on the opposite side, and you see Mikey shuffle his feet to your other side. 

“Guys, we need to talk.” you say. Walter doesn’t react, August and Sy just blink, but you feel Mikey tense up beside you. He knew it was coming still. He just didn’t think you would do it so quickly after what just happened upstairs. He hadn’t even thought about what he was going to say to the other guys. Hell, you didn’t know how to even begin. Now that you’re thinking about it, this probably should have been a one on one talk with Mikey.

“I know that things aren’t going to be the way it was before,” you start. You don’t have to clarify what you meant by before. Just that word alone is enough to drive a knife through Mikey’s heart. You didn’t look at him directly, but he knew you were talking to him. The three older men stay quiet, letting you get what you need to off your chest. August’s sharp attention to detail doesn’t fail to notice the sweat starting to bead on Mikey’s forehead. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you are about to ask.

“Why, Mikey?” your voice cracks, pushing your plate away and looking up at him with tears in your eyes. A lump formed in his throat and he didn’t know what to say for a minute. He didn’t know how to tell you it was because he felt like less of a man in your eyes compared to the other three. How could he tell you he was insecure and emotionally immature and he doesn’t want you to look at him with pity. 

“I…” he voice cracks. You raise your brows, anticipating his answer. 

“Was it something I did? Something I said?” you croak. This pisses Sy off.

“Don’t go blaming yourself, Darlin’. Mike made the decision to do what he did, no matter what you did or said to him,” he almost barks. You turn to him, seeing his face and chest starting to turn red with anger. You just nod, making eye contact with August who just gives a nod in agreement. You turn back to Mikey.

“He’s right. I could have just talked to you about what I was feeling.” 

“What were you feeling?’ Walter asks. If he could get Mikey talking about it, the sooner it unburdens you.  

“Emasculated, ignored,” he mumbles. “I just, you call me Baby Face, and it made me feel like you see me as a kid, not a man like these three,” he motions to the others. 

“That’s because you are a kid,” Sy grumbles. You turn and give him a pointed look, telling him to shut the fuck up with your eyes. 

“He’s right, Baby Cakes, I am. It took me moving out and doing some self-reflection, to realize I’m not yet a man. Hell, I can’t even grow facial hair yet!” You all chuckle, fully aware of just how virile it makes the other three look. “I just, felt like less of a man. But those weeks apart showed me how little I really know and just how much I still have to learn about being, not just a good man, but a good man for you.” You nod along, listening intently and understanding where he’s coming from.

“I wasn’t aware of just how jealous I was going to feel about sharing you. It was like everytime I wanted alone time with you, one of the others needed you more.” 

“That’s understandable, but baby you have to tell me when you’re feeling neglected like that,” you say, reaching out to grab his hand in yours. You bring it up to your mouth for a kiss, before setting it back down on the counter.

“It’s not that hard, really. Pick one night a week when she can be all yours,” that comes from August, face stoic as ever. Mikey wanted to get an attitude, but remembered that he should be taking the advice.

“Or just tell us when you want some one on one time, we’ll give you a couple hours,” Sy says. 

“And jealousy is normal, but you gotta talk to me, Mikey,” you say, bringing his attention back to you. “I’m sorry my nickname made you feel that way, I can find other nicknames to call you.”

“You can call me whatever you want, baby. I realized it doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you.”

“But why her?” you ask. It was bad enough that he cheated, but with someone you had told him made you feel insecure. 

“I don’t know. She showed up at a party one night, and some petty part of me wanted to make you feel the same way watching you with them made me feel. It was immature and wrong.” A part of you could understand that. You were young and immature once too, and you could go from pretty to petty with one letter. 

“Do you understand what that did to her?” August says. He wants to yell, but the look on your face says he needs to be calm. Mike shakes his head. In all of his self-reflection, he considered he had hurt you but didn’t think to what extent. 

“You almost killed her self-esteem. It took me two weeks just to get her to be comfortable with being naked, just with herself. She didn’t leave bed for anything other than work for a month. Hell, Geralt wasn’t able to touch her for a week because she couldn’t stop crying, and you know how he feels about emotions.” Sy says.

“Geralt is coming around?” Mike says. 

“That’s not the point,” Walter chimes in. 

“Right. Baby, I’m sorry,” Mikey starts. You just shake your head. 

“It’s okay. I’m glad you were honest with me. Just, PLEASE, start talking to me about how you feel. Communication is the only way this is going to work,” you have to emphasize the last sentence heavily. He nods his head furiously. You open your arms for a hug, Mikey wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. 

“Though, I do have one request,” he trails off. You hum, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“Can I top you at least twice a week?” 

You blink, before bursting out laughing, breaking the hug and leaning back onto Walter as your body shakes. You can feel him laughing behind you, and hear Sy chuckling. August rolls his eyes, typical Mikey. 

“Anything you want, Baby Boy. I love you, thanking you for talking to me,” you say, leaning over and giving him a deep kiss. He kisses you back just as lovingly. He pulls back, gazing at you adoringly before turning to his older cousins. 

“I’m sorry to you guys, too. I was the one who brought up this whole arrangement not knowing just what it would take to maintain it.” 

August just nods, not having fully forgiven him for what he did to you, he couldn’t care less about a slight done to himself. Walter and Sy just mumble “it’s okay.”

“But I want to thank you, too. Thank you for cleaning up my mess and taking the best care of her. I really owe you guys,” he rubs the back of his neck, unsure how they would respond to that. 

“Well, we took care of her because we love her, that’s what you do when you love someone, you take care of them,” Walter says. You smile at that, full of love for your big grump. 

“And I plan on making it up to her every day.” he looks deep into your eyes, hoping to really drive home his promise. You smile and cup his face, thumb caressing his cheek. He turns and kisses your palm, before putting his hand over yours and lacing your fingers together. The tender moment is broken by your wide yawn. Sy claps his hands.

“Alright, Little Girl, bed time!” he moves around the island to pick you up, never letting you release Mikey’s hand. Sy carries you upstairs, your arm slung over his shoulder to keep your fingers locked with Mike’s. August starts cleaning the kitchen while Walter puts together the bedsheets Mike had dropped when you started your talk. Sy keeps you in his arms as Walter makes the bed, Mike just staring at you, so thankful for your graciousness.

As soon as the bed is finished, Sy lays you gently in the middle, letting Mike take his place by your side in the bed. Just as Walter was going to climb in with you, his phone rings. You groan, knowing a phone call this late can only mean he’s got another lead on his case. He gives you a quick kiss before moving to the closet and answering his phone. As predicted, he gets dressed in jeans and his sweater, pulling his boots on before giving you one more kiss and leaving the bedroom. You hear the door shut downstairs and send up a prayer to any deity that will listen to keep him safe. 

You take the usual position, on your back so you can have one on each side and one on top of your chest. Mike is to your left and Sy decides he wants to be in between your legs tonight. August comes into the bedroom, turning off lights before climbing in to your right. Tucked in between three out of the four loves of your life, you drift into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks, surrounded by love and hair.

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Papa Bear Material Ch 4 - (Captain Price Fic) - The ‘Tortoise’ vs The Old 'War Dog’

Chapter 1  Chapter 1 (Shorter Version)  Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  Chapter 11 (Last Chapter)

Summary:  Y/N is a reserved former constable and master sniper in the London police force, now working full-time as an artisan. She reconnects with old colleagues at a grill house for a catch-up, where her former junior, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, tries to play matchmaker. Gaz’s attempt to set her up with the retired SAS and Papa Bear material, Captain John Price, is met with resistance as Y/N is caught off guard by the unexpected attention. @darkangel4121@teenagellamaangel@madzzz0797@callsignferal(To the other’s who want to me tagged when there’s an update, just tell me at the comments) The room buzzed with quiet anticipation as Captain John Price surveyed the group. His arms were crossed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he addressed the team.

“Alright,” Price began, his gravelly voice breaking the silence. “Here’s the setup: my team versus your best field commander. And word is…” He paused dramatically, raising an eyebrow. “…the top dog—or should I say, top tortoise—is in this room.”

A ripple of laughter swept through the group. Price smirked. “So, who’s this Tortoise I’ve been hearing about?”

Almost immediately, Y/N’s team stepped back in unison, boots scraping against the floor as they gestured at her. Every single one of them pointed in her direction, grinning like schoolchildren tattling on their classmate.

Still fiddling with her gloves, Y/N was completely oblivious to the commotion. When she looked up, she was met with a room full of expectant faces and Price staring directly at her, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Wait… what? What’s going on?” she asked, her brow furrowing.

“Inspector Y/N,” Price said, the amusement in his voice unmistakable, “your mind’s off somewhere, isn’t it?”

“What? No, I was—” She froze, her gaze darting between her grinning teammates and Price, who looked thoroughly entertained. “What are you talking about?”

Price gestured toward her team. “Well, they all seem to think you’re the best commander here. And apparently, they’ve given you the nickname… The Tortoise.”

Her eyes widened. “Wait, what? You know about that?” She glared at her team, who were now doubled over in laughter. “I swear, if any of you said anything—”

“Why wouldn’t we?” one of her teammates interjected, grinning. “You’ve earned it, Tortoise!”

“Yeah,” another chimed in, nodding emphatically. “She doesn’t take the shot until it’s the perfect time. And when she does, she never misses. Never.”

The Chief, who had been quietly observing from the corner, stepped forward with a rare smile. “That’s not just a nickname—it’s a reputation. She’s one of the finest marksmen I’ve ever seen. Tactical, precise, and deadly.”

One of her younger teammates leaned in with an exaggerated whisper, as if sharing a secret. “You should’ve seen her during that helicopter op. Terrorist attack, chaos everywhere—she was covering from the bird, and she didn’t miss a single shot. Took out the guy with the bazooka before he could even aim, and then nailed the enemy sniper before they knew what hit ‘em.”

Price’s eyebrows shot up at that, his expression shifting to one of genuine admiration. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmured, his smirk softening. “Guess the name’s got more bite to it than I thought.”

Y/N, thoroughly flustered by the praise, waved her hands in protest. “Alright, alright! That’s enough storytelling.” She glared playfully at her team. “And I told you lot to stop calling me that!”

“Why? It fits!” another officer teased, grinning. “Snapping Tortoise, through and through!”

Price chuckled, shaking his head. “Snapping Tortoise, huh? Now I’ve got to ask—do tortoises bite?”

Y/N, red-faced and trying to shrink into the background, facepalmed, embarrassed by the attention.

One of her teammates grinned widely and leaned toward Price. “Oh, trust me, Captain. This tortoise snaps when it counts.”

Y/N groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

The room erupted in laughter again, Price joining in as he shook his head. “Alright then, snapping tortoise,” he teased. “Let’s see if you’ve got the bite to match that bark.”

Y/N rolled her eyes while one of her teammates said, with a smirk, “Just don’t say we didn’t warn you, Captain.”

“Game on, Commander Tortoise.” Price replied, his eyes gleaming at her with challenge. “Game on.”

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As the teams moved into separate rooms to discuss their strategies, the tension in the air was palpable. Y/N’s team was tasked with defense, while Price’s team would be taking the offensive. The simulation, set in an urban concrete jungle, would test their skills in an environment where every corner could hide an enemy, and every rooftop could be a sniper's perch.

Y/N stood near the table, quietly listening as her team laid out their defensive strategy. They planned to use the building’s layout to their advantage, taking cover behind walls and using higher ground to gain the upper hand over Price’s attacking team. Y/N was already mentally preparing for her role as the sniper—observant, patient, and precise.

Across the building, Captain Price and his team were huddled together, quietly discussing their assault. Price’s deep voice rumbled through the room as he outlined their offensive moves with his usual authority.

Back in Y/N’s room, she shifted uncomfortably as her team continued discussing their plan. She didn’t feel the need to talk much—she was content with being the quiet observer, preparing for the task at hand. Her rifle was checked, her gear adjusted, and everything seemed in order… until something caught Price’s eye.

From across the room, he noticed the small embroidered patch on her sleeve: a snapping turtle with its jaws open, poised to strike.

“Wait a minute…” Price said, a chuckle slipping from his lips. “Is that your patch, Y/N?”

Y/N froze, her eyes instinctively flicking to the patch. She tried to hide it, adjusting her sleeve in a half-hearted attempt to conceal it. It was just a joke from one of her teammates, but she wasn’t exactly keen on drawing attention to it. The nickname “The Tortoise” had stuck with her, and the snapping turtle patch was a private joke—a twist on the name.

“Ugh…” she groaned, a flush creeping up her neck as she tried to ignore the laughter from her teammates.

Price grinned, leaning in with curiosity. “A snapping turtle, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Didn’t know you had it in you. Guess you’re not just slow and steady after all, huh?”

Y/N buried her face in her hands, embarrassed by the attention. But her teammates weren’t making it any easier. One of them leaned forward, a wicked grin on his face.

“Don’t let the ‘Tortoise’ fool you, Captain. The turtle bites when it counts.” Another of the team members said.

Price laughed, the amusement clear in his voice. “I’ll keep that in mind. Just don’t bite off more than you can chew, Commander.”

Y/N muttered under her breath, “I’m just here to take the shot, not start a turtle brawl.” She was doing her best to stonewall Price’s teasing, trying not to show how much it bothered her.

But another teammate couldn’t resist. He pointed to the bold text on her snapping turtle patch. “Well, Captain, you should remember this: Fast? You won’t be if you’re dead.”

Price’s grin widened at the sniper’s creed. “That’s a hell of a motto,” he said, glancing between Y/N and the patch. “Alright then, Tortoise. Let’s see if your bite lives up to that reputation.”

Y/N could feel the heat rise to her face, but she wasn’t about to back down. As the teams prepared for the battle ahead, one thing was clear: despite the teasing, Y/N’s reputation as a sniper was solid—and she wasn’t going to let Price or anyone else forget it.

On her shoulder, the patch remained proudly displayed, its bold quote speaking volumes. “Fast? You won’t be if you’re dead.” ----------

Minutes later, the team was gearing up, securing the last pieces of their equipment. The sound of Velcro straps and magazine slaps echoed in the room as they prepared for the simulation. Each of them checked their rifles, adjusted their vests, and double-checked their radio comms.

Y/N’s fingers hovered over her Simunition rifle, giving it a quick check before slinging it across her back. She glanced at the patch on her arm once more—the snapping turtle patch, the motto still clearly visible: “Fast? You won’t be if you’re dead.”

She gave a quiet sigh, shaking her head. Despite all the teasing, it was a reminder of what she had to do—stay calm, stay focused, and take the shot when it mattered.

The team moved out in silence, headed toward the training grounds. They were entering the urban environment, a labyrinth of buildings, alleyways, and rooftops. Every corner held a potential ambush, and every shadow could be an enemy. It was a world of tactical precision and split-second decisions.

As Y/N and her team reached the staging area, Captain Price’s voice crackled through their earpieces, sharp and confident. “You ready, Tortoise? Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Y/N just gave a small, knowing smile. “We’ll see, Captain. We’ll see.” she murmured to herself.

The sound of the whistle cut through the air, signaling the start of the exercise. Y/N’s team quickly dispersed into their assigned positions, the simulation officially underway. There was no turning back now.

As Price’s team prepared to breach, Y/N adjusted her position one last time, feeling the weight of her rifle and the responsibility that came with her role. The game had begun.

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The urban jungle was alive with the sound of gunfire and the occasional shouts of commands as Price’s team swept through the building, pushing forward with calculated aggression. It looked like they were gaining ground—Y/N’s defense had been formidable, but Price’s team was relentless. They had eliminated the sweepers in the lower floors, and the flag was now within reach.

Price allowed himself a small grin as he crouched behind a concrete pillar, scanning the next area with a focused eye. They were close. Too close.

“Almost there,” Price muttered to his team, his voice coming through their earpieces as he signaled his movement. The flag was visible now—just a few more feet. Victory was within reach.

But there was something off. A sudden feeling of unease, something Price couldn’t quite place.

“Clear left,” Ray called out over the comms. “Going up.”

“Cover the back, we push ahead,” Price responded, trying to shake the odd feeling gnawing at him. But as he moved, his thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a distant shot. A high-pitched whistle slicing through the air followed by a sharp thud.

His tactical helmet jolted to the side with the impact.

Ping!

Price froze. The world around him seemed to slow down. That sound. The unmistakable feeling of being hit.

He glanced down at his helmet in disbelief, then looked around. His team had been advancing so smoothly—there were no visible threats, no sniper’s glare...

Then it hit him—Y/N. She’d been in the high ground all along, waiting for the perfect moment. It was a textbook sniper move, and he’d walked right into her trap.

His heart sank as he heard the sound of more shots ringing out. They were coming from all directions now. His team was getting picked off, one by one.

“Captain!” his second-in-command barked through the comms. “We’ve got contact, multiple targets! We’re losing members!”

Price’s eyes flickered over to his team, now scattered, trying to fight off the unseen threat. He moved forward, but another shot rang out—another ping against his tactical helmet.

And then the worst part: the comms went dead.

He could hear the sounds of his men calling for backup, but it was too late.

“Damn it,” Price muttered, realizing what had happened. He’d been so focused on advancing, so sure of their victory, that he hadn’t accounted for the second wave of defense. Y/N and her team had pulled the ultimate move—a counter-sweep that had decimated their progress.

The comms crackled again, and one of Y/N’s team members, unable to contain his amusement, chimed in over the radio. “Fast? You won’t be if you’re dead, Captain.” There was a pause before the a lot laughter echoed through the comms.

Price exhaled, a short, almost reluctant laugh escaping him despite himself. “Damn it, Tortoise…” he muttered under his breath, realizing he’d walked right into her trap.

But then, Y/N’s voice came through, calm and steady but with a slight edge of warning. “Alright, that’s enough, guys. Cut the Tortoise jokes,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I know he’s competitive, and we’re all here to win, not to start a personal vendetta. Just focus on the mission.”

Her team fell into a brief silence, and Price’s frustration grew with each passing second. It was clear that Y/N had orchestrated this final moment, her sniper skills too sharp to be outdone.

“Can’t help it, Commander,” another team member teased. “You got him good. And that quote? Chef’s kiss.”

Y/N’s voice came through again, this time more directly. “I said, cut it. You all want to win, right? Don't push them, let’s stay focused.”

The final shots echoed in the distance, signaling the end of the exercise. The whistle blew again, and it was official: Y/N’s team had won.

The tension in the air lifted, and the sound of victorious chatter filled the comms. Price’s voice came through, a touch of admiration in his tone despite the sting of defeat. “Alright, alright, you got me, Y/N. You and your team played it well.”

He paused for a moment, and then, with a resigned chuckle, added, “Guess the Tortoise does have a bite after all.”

Y/N’s team members laughed softly, but one of them quickly cleared his throat and addressed the situation. “You know, Captain, we weren’t expecting you to make it easy for us, but—”

“Cut it,” Y/N interrupted sharply. “We’re done here. I don’t need you adding fuel to the fire. Let’s pack up.”

Price chuckled to himself as he tapped his helmet. “Touché, Y/N. You played a good game. Guess I’ll need to rethink how I handle that Tortoise next time.”

Her team couldn’t help but laugh as they prepared to wrap up the exercise. But Y/N, always the professional, just waved it off and was already mentally shifting gears. "Time to move on," she thought.

No matter how much they teased, her reputation as a sniper wasn’t going anywhere.

----------

The debriefing was quick and efficient. Y/N’s team had pulled off a win, and tomorrow would bring a role reversal: they’d be on the offense, with Price’s team defending. As the exercise wrapped up and everyone started to disperse, Y/N shot a quick glance toward Price. He was surrounded by his team, but she wasn’t sticking around to hear his post-game thoughts.

The teasing from earlier, the Tortoise nickname, and especially the fact that she had won—it was all a bit too much to handle. Her face was still warm from the adrenaline of victory, but also from the fact that she’d really outplayed Captain Price. Her victory was satisfying… and yet, complicated. The more time she spent around him, the more her feelings threatened to become something... well, more.

So, she did what any self-respecting soldier would do: she made a quick exit. She was outta there.

The rest of the afternoon was spent dodging Price, finding secluded spots around the base to keep herself busy with paperwork, running errands, and staying well out of his reach. Even lunch was a solo mission—she had retreated to the fire exit, huddled in a corner with her sandwich like a spy in hiding.

By the time work ended, Y/N thought she had made a clean getaway. But as she stepped toward the guard station, there he was.

Captain John Price, leaning casually against his car, looking for all the world like he had just been waiting for her. And she knew exactly what was on his mind: “She’s going to take a ride with me, just wait and see.”

Y/N froze mid-step, the weight of his presence hitting her like a freight train. He was waiting for her, and she could feel his smug grin without even looking.

No. Not today.

Without missing a beat, she quickly pivoted and broke into a sprint. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of catching her. She wasn’t sure whether it was the adrenaline of winning the exercise or the panic of having to spend even a second alone with him, but either way, she was gone.

“Y/N, where are you going?” someone from her team called from behind her, but she didn’t answer. She just ran, dodging past the others toward the bus.

She was fast enough to get on before Price had a chance to do more than smirk at her. She was in the bus, standing and holding the railing in the front, facing the door with her back to the others. The thought of sitting next to him made her break into a cold sweat. She’d rather stand the whole ride inside the unit's bus, than risk being anywhere near Price.

Her team, sitting comfortably in their seats, shared amused glances as they watched her. No one dared to tease her out loud though—her victory from earlier had earned her some quiet respect.

The bus rolled on, and Y/N stood near the door, still pretending she didn’t notice the amused glances of her teammates. She had won the exercise—and managed to escape Price’s car. That was enough of a victory for her today.

Through the window, she could still see Price standing by his car, shaking his head as he watched her scramble onto the bus. He wasn’t getting the satisfaction of her willingly taking a ride with him, no sir.

As the bus pulled away, Y/N breathed a small sigh of relief. Another day survived. On to the Next Chapter ---------------->

[brainrotbrainrotbrainrot]

Captain John Price relationship headcanons that are rotting my brain. Mostly fem but can be read as male.

Also just little British things I don’t see much of?

sfw and nfsw (under the cut)

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He still has a season ticket for his favourite football team despite not being able to attend any matches. He refuses to give up his seat.

Disappointed that he’s always deployed when the Ashes and cricket are on. Will teach you to understand cricket so you can keep him updated when he gets time to call you.

A man of simple pleasures, please take him to a Greggs when he’s home. Though he’ll complain about the price increase of sausage rolls for about five minutes.

Teaches you the differences between IPAs and stouts when you’re at the pub and likes your opinions on them, even if you hate all beers. It’s just a thing between you two that you do together when he’s home.

If you ever get McDonald’s, this man puts his chips in his burger and will hold the bun up till you rid his burger of gherkins. Only keeps them on his burger if you’re a fan of them, otherwise he’ll always order them without. He will not let you tease him about his hatred of gherkins.

Wants to adopt a retired police or army dog if gets to retire with you. On that note, he wants to settle down with you, but can’t commit to the idea till his enemies are gone and he knows you’ll be safe.

Absolutely makes the best gravy and Yorkshire puddings ever for a Sunday roast.

Loves nothing more than sitting on the couch with you with a drink, watching a TV show or movie. But he always falls asleep and his head rests on your shoulder. It’s like a little routine between you two.

Always buries his head in your shoulder for a good few minutes and holds you to decompress when he’s home.

Loves coming home with fresh flowers to see your reaction every time.

This man snores when he’s home. At first you weren’t sure how you were going to deal with it, but realising that it meant he was in such a deep sleep around you and was getting rest, you forgave the snoring. You know now that it means he’s having a good night. If he’s not snoring, then something is probably troubling him.

Builders brew, has to be Yorkshire tea. Absolutely hates PG tips. You know how to make his perfect cup and he always reminds you and gives you a kiss when you bring him a cup.

nsfw.

Loves putting his hand on your thigh when he’s driving. If you take his hand off for whatever reason, the glare he gives you immediately makes you instantly put it back.

If you ever say a bad word about your body, he’s instantly ready to worship you and show you that he loves every part of you. He loves to worship your body, especially thighs. He loves marking your thighs since you can hide the marks and only he knows they’re there. But your thighs? Did I mention thighs? He’s obsessed. He loves to bury his face in them and would happily let you suffocate him. Loves to fuck your thighs too (especially male partners).

Hand always on the small of your back when you’re out and about, not too much of a hand holder. He knows it makes you feel safe and he’s the only man you felt like that with.

Won’t fuck you till he’s made you come at least once. Hands, mouth, whatever it takes. Your pleasure first and always. He definitely knows how to use his hands on you but his mouth is divine. Will always eat you out like a starved man.

Loves good old missionary, loves making eye contact and being able to hold your thighs in that position. Also loves it when you’re on top for obvious reasons again. Cannot ever keep his hands off of your thighs. But he’ll make sure you don’t do all the work when you’re on top, he loves to help out. He hates feeling like you’re doing all the work.

Sleepy spoon sex before bed and in the morning if you’re in the mood.

Hand jobs, he loves hand jobs. Almost more than you being on his knees for him. Loves it when you press against him and put your hand in his trousers and jerk him off that way. Goes mad for it. Loves it when you make his knees feel weak.

Please squeeze this man’s balls more. It’s the only way he’ll whimper for you.

[singingvio]

DND AU: families!

- Blue is a child of divorce and lives with his mom, a criminal defense lawyer, in a townhouse (basically a big apartment). His next door neighbor is Erune, and he was babysat by her granny often, so they’re pretty close.

- Red and Vio’s parents are somewhat distant from their kids and really into their job of being dentists. They live in a relatively nice, big house, and Red has a cat named Miss Fairy, a white longhair.

- Green moved from the big city recently once his dads (he has two) decided to retire from police work when dad #1 was left severely injured. They have a service dog, a golden retriever named Captain. Green and the twins are next door neighbors.

- Shadow and Zelda were adopted by a nice Sheikah couple. Their mom is stay-at-home, and their dad is a software developer. They live in a nearby neighborhood in a smaller house.

- the entire DND gang lives in Hateno currently. Blue was born in Lurelin but doesn’t remember much, Red and Vio are Labrynnian immigrants, and Shadow’s parents lived in Kakariko before moving to Hateno shortly before adopting him and Zelda. Green lived in Castle City most of his life and only recently got settled in Hateno.

[ejzah]

Would you write a story about Deeks and Monty? Starting from when they first meet and maybe jump to different big moments for them like some undercover work, when Deeks adopts Monty after he retires and maybe some moments with Kensi pre and post Densi.

Thanks!

The Best Friend A Guy Could Ask For

***

“Deeks, we got a new partner for you!” Bates announced, poking his head out of his office as Deeks walked by. He stopped and backtracked several steps, leaning into Bates’ door.

“Woah, you know I don’t do partners,” Deeks objected. “You know that, Bates.”

“I think you’ll like this one.” Bates gave him an odd smile that instantly filled Deeks with a weary sense of dread. He could handle whatever crap LAPD threw at him, but sometimes he got sick of the idiotic jokes.

Standing up with his coffee cup in hand, Bates gestured for Deeks to follow him. “C’mon, I’ll introduce you.” Reluctantly, Deeks accompanied him up to the second floor, where the specialized teams were housed, and Deeks grew increasingly apprehensive.

“Hey, you remember what happened last time you paired me with someone,” Deeks said bluntly. Bates flashed Deeks an unamused look.

“I remember. Relax, Deeks.” He wrapped once on the door in front of them. “Brady, it’s Bates.”

An older officer with a thin layer of gray hair answered. He looked Deeks over, nodding once before he held out his hand, his grip firm.

“This is Officer Deeks,” Bates told him. “He’s ready to meet his new partner.”

“Well come on in,” Brady offered, stepping to the side, and pointing to the opposite side of the room. “He’s just resting over there.”

Frowning, Deeks walked around Brady’s desk, his eyes widening when he saw a dog curled up on a weathered cushion. He immediately knelt down, holding his fingers out for the dog to sniff before he carefully caressed the top of his shaggy head. “Hey, Buddy.”

“His name’s Monty,” Brady supplied. “Bates said you two might make a good pair.”

“Why?” Deeks asked, now petting Monty more vigorously. Monty made a contended sound, rolling onto his back as much as he could.

“He hasn’t been performing well recently,” Bates explained. By his tone of voice, Deeks guessed he found the whole situation extremely irritating and ridiculous. “He’s skittish. His trainer says he’s got PTSD or some crap, but the department doesn’t want to retire him just yet. Thought maybe you could straighten him out.”

“I’m supposed to start with the undercover unit next month,” Deeks reminded him tightly.

“And you will. He’s just your side project in the meantime. See what you can do with him.” Bates gave Monty an unimpressed glance. “Honestly, I’m not expecting much.”

Monty tilted his head, his eyes seeming to say exactly how he felt about Captain Bates.

“Well, I’ve always been good at circumventing expectations,” Deeks replied, holding out his hand for Monty’s paw.

***

“Monty, we gotta get out of here,” Deeks hissed at the dog. Monty stubbornly stayed parked on all fours next to a flower bed alongside one of the small shops in a strip mall.

Any patrons had been rushed from the vicinity after a credible bomb threat was reported. Deeks hadn’t intended to bring Monty along, but he’d been on-call and didn’t have a chance to stow the police dog away somewhere safe.

“Buddy, I know you’re stressed, but this is not the best timing for a panic attack.”

Giving a couple sharp barks, Monty sniffed at the corner of the flower bed, then looked back at Deeks, barking again. With dawning realization, Deeks carefully eased past Monty, moved aside the flowers in the spot Monty had indicated, revealing a collection of wires.

“Damn. Good job, boy,” Deeks said, patting the top of Monty’s head as he grabbed his radio. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

***

Deeks tucked his hands under his armpits, rocking back and forth in a futile attempt to create some kind of warmth. It didn’t get truly cold in LA often, but when it did, it sucked.

Normally, Deeks loved working undercover. He enjoyed the opportunity to create and embody different aliases, the freedom of working on his own, and most importantly, the difference he made. After a week under as one of his newer personas, Artie, with increasingly chill tempts and intermittent downpours, he was starting to rethink that position.

“What I wouldn’t give for a vanilla latte right now,” he muttered to himself. A few other people sheltered around him, but he’d found for the most part that no one paid attention to what he said.

He heard a soft whine to his right, and sighed, seeing Monty wander put from the tiny spot between a dumpster and wall. When Deeks started this operation, he’d expected to be under for a couple day, tops. If he’d known it would go on for this long, he never would have brought Monty along.

“Sorry, buddy,” he murmured, reaching out to pet one his ears. Monty made another sound, and carefully crawled into Deeks lap, curling up in a mound. His familiar weight was comforting. Leaning close, Deeks whispered in one of Monty’s ears. “Hey, when we get out of here, I’m going buy you all the steak you want.”

Monty sighed, snuggling closer.

***

“What do you mean you’re retiring him?” Deeks demanded, leaning a hand on Bates’ desk. Every time he started to think he and the man had a heart, he pulled something like this. “He’s doing his job.”

“Yeah, but only for you,” Bates retorted. “That does us no good when you’re not using him.”

“It’s because I know how to talk to him.”

“He’s a dog, Deeks, not your girlfriend. Though from the sound of it, he might as well be.”

“Oh, I’ve missed your wit, Sir.”

“Can’t say the same for yours. The discussion is over, Deeks. The mutt’s last day is tomorrow,” Bates said.

“Fine, then I’ll adopt him,” Deeks decided impulsively.

“What?” Bates glared in exasperation.

“There’s no rule preventing me from doing so once he retires. Or using him to support my undercover work if I so choose. Believe me, I checked.”

“Of course you did,” Bates grumbled, shaking his head. “Damn lawyers. Fine, adopt him if you want. I hope you’ll be very happy together.”

“We already are,” Deeks assured him with the kind of grin he knew bates hated.

***

“I’m not going to walk into some kind of creepy swingers type bachelor pad am I?” Kensi asked, eyeing Deeks suspiciously as he unlocked his front door. She held a bag of takeout in one hand, and a carton of beer in the other. He paused to fix her with an unimpressed look.

“You overestimate my extracurricular activities,” he informed her. “And my fondness for 70s sex culture.”

“Say the guy who knows every girl at the strip clubs and bikini bars within a 20 mile radius.”

“Touché,” Deeks drawled, turning back to the door. “Oh hey, you’re not allergic to dogs, right?”

“No,” Kensi said slowly. “Why?” Her question was immediately answered A Deeks opened the door and Monty greeted them with a series of excited barks.

“Meet Monty,” he said, reaching down to pet him a couple times. “I’m glad to see you too, boy. Now sit down before Kensi thinks we don’t have any manners.”

“Oh, I’m already certain of that,” Kensi assured him, slipping in behind him. She’d never been to his apartment before, and he could see her taking everything in. “You didn’t tell me you had a dog.”

“He’s a semi-new addition to the Deeks abode. He’s a retired service dog I adopted.”

“How altruistic of you.”

“He pays his way,” Deeks joked, ruffling Monty’s fur absentmindedly. “He’s great at sniffing out armed devices, drugs, lost dolls.” He nodded to Kensi, who stood a little an awkwardly in the middle of the room. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna go get this guy’s dinner, and then we can watch the best movie ever made.”

When Deeks came back in the room a couple minutes later, Kensi sat cross-legged on the floor, Monty curled up in front of her as she pet him.

***

“Hey baby, you have a visitor,” Kensi said, pushing open Deeks’ hospital room door. He leaned forward as much as he could without straining his head or torso, to see Monty walking in behind Kensi.

He immediately hopped onto the beside chair, resting his front paws on Deeks’ mattress. He sniffed at Deeks, giving a worried little woof.

“Hey Monty. I’m ok, bud,” he assured the dog, and Monty settled his head next to Deeks’ arm.

“How did you get him in here?” he asked, looking up at Kensi. She sat next to him in the spot Monty was occupying.

“It turns out this facility has a pretty relaxed policy about dogs as long as you keep them leashed, under control, and out of common areas,” she explained. She brushed her fingers through Deeks’ hair, similarly to the way he was petting Monty. “When I mentioned him, one of the doctors said it might be therapeutic to have him visit.”

“I think they were right.” Deeks sighed, hurting, but soothed by both Kensi and Monty’s presence. “Thanks, Kensalina.”

“Anything for you, baby,” Kensi murmured, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Not to be outdone, Monty licked his hand.

Deeks fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

***

A/N: I hope this was a satisfactory collection of moments.

Thanks for the prompt!

[papaver-decervicatus]

Headcanons- Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Birthday, June 23, 1996

Can you tell that gaz is my favorite of the mainline boys BY FAR???

Early Life

Born and Raised in London.

His mother (Daniella) was 20 when he was born, his father was 22 (Solomon).

His Dad died when he was 5, afterward, he was raised mainly by his paternal grandparents and mother.

Not raised religiously at all, not religious in adulthood.

Was one of about 50 kids named Kyle in school, so the progression of his name was “Kyle Garrick” to “Garrick” to “Garry” to “Garz” to “Gaz”

Top Marks all throughout school, had no delinquency records, he participated in and won medals in triathlon. 

Also was part of a local thespian society for a while but would die if any of the 141 found out about it.

His favorite Role ever was Merlin in a comedy play about King Arthur

Incredibly musical even to this day, loves to show off whenever he finds an unattended piano in a mall or similar

When he was 13 his mother remarried (Oliver), then when he was 15 his little sister, Amelia was born.

His mother was a hairstylist throughout his childhood. She met his father at a club. She went to college shortly after Gaz joined the military and now works in IT. Oliver works some corporate jobs.

His mother taught him how to braid hair when he was very little because he wanted to help her, has maintained the skill to this day. 

Doesn’t really have a relationship with his stepfather, good or bad. Also isn’t particularly close with Amelia because of their age difference, but still cares immensely for her. He is more like a close uncle than a brother. 

His union jack ball-cap was a Christmas gift from her

Fucking adores that hat.

Subsequently a very good babysitter because he was stuck looking after Amelia so often. He is definitely the only person in the 141 who can stand to be around babies and who can change a diaper.

General

He has a small flat in London a few blocks from the old police station he used to work at.

He keeps in decent contact with a lot of his old mates from his Bobby days, as such he tends to have a lot of the latest gossip and rumor of what’s happening in London

Generally puts a lot of effort into his appearance.

10-step skincare routine

Has a schedule for hair washing that he sticks to religiously

Gets all his suits custom tailored

Has 4 pairs of shoes he wears regularly but frequently gets them repaired.

Firmly believe he had a minimum wage job as a teenager just for some extra spending cash, is the sweetest most understanding customer possible.

Does not buy new things if he can help it, if he likes something he will get it repaired until the shop straight up refuses him. 

Had his ears pierced when he was younger, but they have since closed up. Also has no real plans to get them repierced.

Is the sort of guy that does best when given orders, he is a bit too conservative in risk-taking to ever be a Captain like Price but still respects him immensely.

Hates the smell of cigarette smoke, and never has and never will smoke.

Not big into clubs, but does enjoy going pubbing with the SAS or 141

Gets hit on so badly when out. 

Soap is very jealous that Gaz has to practically tear men and women off of him when they go out

The only member of the 141 who has never gotten blackout drunk in front of the others

Low alcohol tolerance but high self-control to stop drinking

Takes his tea without sugar but with milk, and loves novelty teas like the ones that are supposed to taste like biscuits or pumpkin spice.

He had a K-9 companion when he was in the London police force because he was on the narcotics task force for a while.

When the dog, Barley, had to retire, she was adopted by Daniella and Amelia. 

His phone background is a picture of Amelia and Barley asleep in a silly position on the family couch

He is still convincing Price to get a bomb-sniffing dog for the 141 because he misses being a dog handler

Soap, who is known to have a fear of dogs despite being a golden retriever of a man, is vehemently against this idea

Gaz is working on this fear with him

Ghost has grunted out assent to the idea, which is basically high praise

Gaz knows Ghost loves dogs, Ghost has met Barely once and Gaz had never seen Ghost so happy (Ghost called Barley "Sweetheart," "Lovey," "Darling," "Sunshine," and "Madam Bark-ley" and Gaz could scarcely believe it, he of course swore not to tell anyone else)

Is Price’s favorite, not his protege. Price is significantly harder on Soap than he is on Gaz and Gaz absolutely exploits this by getting away with pranks by pinning the blame on Soap.

Very dry sense of humor, he tends to gravitate towards jokes where the punchline is unspoken. He has mastered the "idgaf" face for Soap specifically.

He is more of a protege to Laswell, since they both specialize in intelligence and information. He has also met Mrs. Laswell and got along very well with her.

Kind of like Alex's "stepbrother" when it comes to Laswell's mentoring.

If he ever had to retire, he would go back into the police force, probably go into detective work with Scotland Yard.

He doesn't not want a family, but he doesn't want one either. Gaz is primarily work focused, once he felt comfortable enough in his career he would reconsider that call but as of now, no plans on marriage/family.

Despite all odds, he does not have a fear of heights and would chose to take a helicopter over a boat any day of the week. His cheek scar was from he slipped off of a boat as a teen and he almost drowned. He's a great swimmer, but he does not like boats.

Gaz's most toxic trait is that he has to know. He does not deal with unknowns, he does not leave things left undone or unsaid. He needs to do it and he needs confirmation from the outside that he did the right thing, he gets paralyzed when he faces things he doesn't know how to deal with (such as the bomb hostage situation.) The greatest honor he can give someone is to leave parts of them untouched and unknown at their request and as it stands, only Ghost really gets that treatment.

Talents, special bonds ETC.

Secret and Gossip Keeper of the 141 and therefore the best gift giver, some of his best include

Ghost- 

The only person who knows his birthday on the team

Soap has been trying to get the secret out of him ever since Gaz let it slip that he knows it. Out of respect for Ghost, he swears he will never tell and hasn’t

Gifted him an expensive razor set and holiday-themed tea biscuits because he knows that Ghost has a terrible sweet tooth and for the longest time didn’t know that disposable razors are supposed to be disposed of.

Knows that Ghost is afraid of snakes after a particularly tropical and outdoorsy mission

Is vaguely aware of the Riley Massacre, and despite his curiosity, has made a conscious effort not to look into it.

Price

Knows really embarrassing stories of young John from Nikolai which include but are not limited to

The time drunk Price lost a distance pissing contest to a woman on his team (US sniper friend)

The time Price gave himself a scar on his left asscheek by walking into a hooked fishing pole

The time Price had to get stitches and broke an arm from falling off of Laswell’s motorcycle while Rick Astley was playing

Fucking hates Rick Astley now

The time in Pripyat that Price dove into a running stream, while there was snow on the ground, fully clothed, and came out with a massive Wel's Catfish in his hands.

He got hypothermia from this event but wears the nickname “Dumb Bear” that Nik gave him after the event as a badge of honor.

Nik, to this day, smiles whenever he eats catfish.

Usually keeps Price gifts simple and limited to expensive cigars, but Gaz is the only person with the foresight to buy the man lighter fluid and a cigar cutter.

Soap

Knew about the juvenile arrest record thing

Also knows that Soap cheats at card games, but hasn’t told the others because Soap still can’t beat him

Knows that Ghost’s sketchbook is the most filled out

Has told Ghost that secret and Ghost just looked sort of vacant for a moment and said something to the effect of “I don’t believe you.”

Has made several half-hearted attempts to get the two to bone, but really would rather not know if he’s ever been successful. 

Started Soap’s Bodice Ripper collection and deeply regrets it. Gifts him the most ridiculous, outlandish, awful romance novels he can find (think monsterfucking and other taboo romances.)  Also gifts Soap stuff like art supplies sleeves, kneaded erasers, and nice paper or other art supplies he can’t just make himself.

Has a supernatural sense for reading people, the 141 like to say that he can taste a lie on the wind.

He is by and far the best at ‘reading’ Ghost. He is the first to jump to his defense when he is feeling overwhelmed, he is the first to know when he’s been missing meals or sleep, and he is the last person to give him shit about an outburst.

Soap and Ghost might banter more, but Gaz knows Ghost better.

Ghost feels a lot of ease with Gaz because he reminds him a lot of Roach, as such he is really protective of Gaz in an almost “older brother” type way

The two are close in an unspoken way, whereas Ghost and Soap are close in a very loud way.

Gaz/Ghost besties for realsies and I am sick of pretending that they're not.

Gaz has a terrible habit of being places when he shouldn’t, like having a camera recording pointing at Soap the second before he eats shit on a treadmill. 

No one knows how he does it, but he’s always in the right place at the right time for an embarrassing photo or video

The most photogenic man alive, there is not a singular bad picture of Kyle Gaz Garrick anywhere.

Soap and some recruits have a bet going to see who can snap a bad photo of him, but no one can. They have even resorted to asking his mother for baby Gaz photos hoping to find something but he looked like a model back then, too.

The unluckiest, luckiest man alive. Will fall out of a helicopter one hour and win 3k off a scratch-off ticket the next

He and Ghost have created a secret bond over having chronic nightmares, it’s not uncommon for the two to just sort of quietly exist around each other in the breakroom at 3 AM after a rough night.

He sort of regrets following Price into the force because Price's convictions to his cause are that strong. Gaz knows that if it came down to it, Price would leave him for dead and not turn backwards. As magnetic as the two are to each other, Gaz can't help but worry that the loyalty he gives to Price won't be extended back. Deep down, he knows that Price wouldn't mourn him, but he would mourn Price.

Definitely the closest interest-wise with Soap, their chemistry was immediate. Within twenty minutes of meeting the two were thick as thieves, even though Gaz was faking it for about a month before he really started to like Soap. Partners in crime, Gaz is actually probably the worse trouble maker of the two but he can get away with it unlike Soap.

[ragingphantom666]

DC Dimensions project plan: Wild Dog (Vol. 1)

This series is not an assured project. It is a concept that can still be changed or scrapped.

Synopsis

In the city of Veracity, Michigan, a place abandoned by law, crime is rampant and the police are as corrupt as they come. A crime lord referred to a "Shellcase" sends his gang after a journalist writing stories about his crimes. Following her death and the destruction of her home, a vigilante in a hockey mask and Wild Dogs jersey goes to war to exterminate Shellcase's gang.

Characters

Jack Wheeler/Wild Dog - A veteran who became a vigilante to avenge his fiancee. When fighting criminals, he hides his identity with a hockey mask and a Wild Dogs jersey. He goes on a one man war against Shellcase and his gang.

Jean-Paul Valley - A religious man and friend of Jack Wheeler. He runs a shelter for the homeless.

Cpt. Niles Davidson - The one cop on the police force not being paid by Shellcase. He has conflicting thoughts about being an ally of Wild Dog.

Christopher Smith - A retired, government-sponsored superhero formerly known as Peacemaker. He used to be in a team called the Living Assault Weapons (L.A.W.), which operated during the Cold War. He supplies artillery to Wild Dog.

Turner Welch/Shellcase - A former U.S. Army soldier who was sent home after a bomb left burns across his right arm. He took control of the chaos in his hometown of Veracity and set himself up as a crime lord. He has almost all the cops under his thumb.

Silencer - A criminal sniper under Shellcase's payment.

Raze - A criminal with heavy assault weapons under Shellcase's payment.

Smoke - A criminal arsonist under Shellcase's payment.

Detonator - A criminal bomb enthusiast under Shellcase's payment.

Max A. Collins - The mayor of Veracity under Shellcase's payment.

Other Information

Turner Welch is inspired by Calypso from the "Twisted Metal" video game series.

The city of Veracity is inspired by the worst things I've heard about Detroit.

Captain Niles Davidson is named after the father of my coworker/friend.

[zarakan90]

Steve Rogers of the 21st-century

Now, I'm just thinking about Steve Rogers, 21st-century pain in the ass. Wandering around New York City fucking pissed because they are all these empty luxury apartments in the city with such a high homeless population. He’s just tearing down doors and ushering people inside open, parentheses and then repairing the doors because, whoops, he did not think that through)

Every time a reporter tries to ask Natasha who does her hair interrupts her snarky response with "I DO."

Getting dragged into TV interviews and getting weird questions. He's not qualified to answer until; finally, somebody asked him what he thinks the founding fathers would have to say about net neutrality, and he just said, "I don't give a fuck what they had to say" before this impassioned speech about freedom and information, equality, that everyone is too afraid to interrupt.

Dropping everything to show up in Ferguson.

Like, thanks, police department, for all your hard work, but you can go home now because the people have spoken, and they'd like you all to retire early. Captain America got this covered.

He does not tell the Avengers.

He does not tell Fury.

He leaves a note for Bucky, but it's vague, "TTYL got to go school, some haters," Bucky has no idea what that's supposed to mean because Steve COLLECTS HATERS LIKE THEIR POKEMON.

And speaking of haters, remember that time in Iron Man 3, where Tony gave out his home address and told a terrorist to come to find him?

That's not good enough for Steve.

Nope.

He adopts one of those army dogs with titanium teeth and starts jumping out of planes and knocking on doors like, "Hello have you excepted Stephen Grant Rogers as your ass-kicking Savior?"

This is a weekly occurrence.

Arms dealers, a lead of drug cartels, human traffickers, he just keeps finding things to get pissed about.

Because he doesn't like bullies.

 Like everyone in the tower sits him down, and they have an intervention for him, and he promises to find his chill.

He starts doing Sesame Street appearances, and everything seems normal.

And then he disappears on a rampage and resurfaces on the news, standing at the protest lines of an abortion clinic, escorting women inside and covering their faces with his shield.

He probably comes across Colson at one point, and he’s not even surprised like he just accepted the fact that nobody stays dead anymore, but he’s honestly expecting to punch real Hitler in the actual face one of these days.

Steve. Steve, you’re my favorite.

[30sims4ever]

Newcrest 90's Time Capsule

Here in Newcrest, time stands still. Out of towners say its stuck in the past but the ones who stay are living 90's Nostalgia everyday

Lore

Newcrest has a reputation as a quiet bedroom community. The schools in the area are some of the best in the country for beginning and intermediate education. One such school is Newcrest Charter, a well-funded private school. The reputation is glossy on the outside but there are cracks.

Stephanie Callo (daughter of the administrator, who currently works at a shop in Magnolia Promenade) is a known troublemaker that’s been busted multiple times for shoplifting and other forms of petty theft. But the charges have never seemed to stick.

This is because the police chief’s jock son has the promise of being a major football star but not quite the aptitude for academics, so the administrator fudges the records in the boy’s favor to keep his daughter out of jail. And besides, if anyone has a chance of beating Foxbury next year, the administrator is all for it.

The Davis- Williams Family just purchased a home in Newcrest. Stacy still travels back to San Sequoia for work but the family couldnt turn down Patricks new opportunity. Sierena was asked to move in with the family as they were concerned for her mental health after their mother Kendra passed away. She became obsessed with psychics spending thousands of dollars trying to get in touch with her. Sierena found the house on a site called Ghost Snatchers and influenced her sister to take it since it was Haunted- hoping that shell be able to make contact with her mother again. Theres a lot of weird things happening in this house and only the dog seems to know what is going on!

Azalea Simmons is a mayor of a different caliber within the San Sequoia hub. Unlike her surrounding politicians, Azalea doesn’t get wrapped up in legislating mumbo jumbo, she’s too busy keeping Newcrest affordable, and pleasant to live in. Which in her mind means - keeping it 1996 forever. Thankfully Azalea’s ideas on education aren’t stuck in the millennial era… we take that back, she has a very Ms. Frizzle approach. She believes education should be as fun as it is rewarding, and encourages out-of-the-box curriculums for schools in her district. Unfortunately, not everyone is happy to relish in a low-key lifestyle. Academia is nothing if not competitive, and administrators around Newcrest have begun to adjust curriculums and standardized tests to prove they’re the best in town. This has led to some questionable actions by some administrators - namely Terry Callo…

Hazel Harper used to be a famous groupie back in her younger days before retiring the life to make her own career in music. She'd been looking forward to living it up alone with her cat when her younger brother passed away in a tragic Winterfest accident, so she adopted her young nephew. Billy looks up to his aunt and dreams of being a rockstar someday. Can Hazel navigate raising a teen and maybe find love at the same time?

Town Home Townies

Unit 1: Bilson's

Unit 2: Kim Family

Meet the Kim family. After a teen pregnancy, Tammy became the single mother to two twin girls: Annie and Elsie. Even though life hasn't really gone the way this party gal planned, she's doing her best to provide her girls with the best life she can, while making sure to have time for a date or two, or three...

Traits: Tammy: Family oriented, materialistic, insider, party animal Elsie: Genius Annie: Goofball Aspiration: Tammy: Friend of the world Elsie: Social butterfly Annie: Playtime captain Careers: Tammy: Daycare admin (babysitter) Elsie: B-student (grade school) Annie: C-student (grade school)

Unit 3: Nitchell's

Building 1- Unit 1A: Branch

Xen (xe/xem) Branch grew up in Newcrest but moved to San Myshuno after xir parents divorce. Xe found both xemselves and a love for art there, and decided to move back home to bring a little culture to the town. Xe are something of a local crypid known to show up to restaurants and post scathing food blogs but also for organizing events at the local museum. Xir dog Pocket is a constant companion.

Aspiration: Inner Peace Traits: Creative, Dog Lover, Clumsy Career: Art Critic

Building 1- Unit 1B: Sara Alami

Sara Alami moved to Newcrest fo get her teaching degree, inspired by her immigrant parents to make the lives of others better. She does aide work in classrooms for credit, though she spends as much time playing games with the kids as she does working.

Aspiration: Academic Traits: Good, Childish, Perfectionist Career: University Student (psychology degree)

Building 1: Unit 1C: Bobcaygeon

Meet Harold Bobcaygeon and Charlotte. Harold met Charlotte while on a deep sea fishing excursion. They immidieately fell in love and that was the start of them sailing the sea together. Each year they would choose a new destination and would stay put for a year before sailing onto the next one. During their first year of sailing just weeks before they were set to sail off again Charlotte came across a stray, Harold loved this woman so much he could not say no. This eventually became a trend, each year before leaving onto the next area Charlotte would pick a stray and they always named their cat's from where they were from. One year while stopped in Tartosa Harold proposed, because even though they both knew that they were each others forever, Harold wanted to seal it with a ring. They spent a beautiful year together and as always they collected their stray cat to board the ship, while sailing to Newcrest they encountered a terrible storm and Charlotte was bumped off the boat. Harold sailed for an entire year looking for her yet she was no where to be found. Charles was so heartbroken feeling responsible for her death he has not sailed since and lives in an apartment in Newcrest now waiting for his day when he can join his lost wife. The cats are a painful reminder of the traidition they created but also bring a smile to his hear

Harold Aspirations: Angling Ace Traits: Wise, Perfectionist, Loves outdoors Career: Retired Charlotte Aspirations: Friend of the World Traits: Romantic, Proper, Cat Lover Career: Deceased

Building 2 - Unit: 2A

Etta Dujardin is a well loved and regarded teacher in the area that loves to bake treats for her class and family. Most would never know she had a bit of a wild young adulthood, filled with partying and failed relationships, until she met quiet albino Gideon and got her life on track. Their son Ian is a bit precocious (partly thanks to Etta's tutelage) and a daydreamer. He loves to tell kids at school his dad is a vampire. Etta is a bit concerned the fiction has become a bit of obsession.

Etta Aspirations: Neighborhood Confindante Traits: Outgoing, Bookworm, Foodie Careers: Intrepid Instructor (professor branch education career) Gideon Aspirations: Nerd Brain Traits: Geek, Neat, Loner Careers: Freelance Programmer Ian Aspirations: Creative Genius Traits: Goofball Grade School A Student, Drama Club member

Building 2 Unit 2B

Building 2 Unit 2B: Rand

Edgar Rand never really got over losing to Foxbury in college, which pretty much ended his dreams of sports stardom. He became a corrupt chief of police, taking money from the mayor of San Sequoia to help dump medical waste. As a result, his wife divorced him. Still, he truly loves his son Jaxson, even if he is living vicariously through his sports star son and even if it means making deals with the school admin to fudge Jaxson's grades in return for keeping the school administrator's troublemaker daughter out of jail. Jaxson himself is unaware of these dealings, being not the brightest crayon in the box, and while he enjoys sports he secretly has dreams of the stage.

Edgar Aspirations: Super Parent Traits: Hot-Headed, Loves Outdoors, Family Oriented Careers: Chief of Police Jaxson Aspirations: Bodybuilder Jaxson Traits: Bro, Cheerful Jaxson High School B Student. Football Team Captain

[kilosch]

Journal Entry: 10/23/24

Early Morning Struggles: Same routine as yesterday—woke up at 5:30 AM, but this time it felt way worse. I barely got any sleep because my sibling wouldn’t stop blasting music the whole night. I begged my sister to turn it off, but she ignored me. I even abused melatonin, trying to force myself to sleep, but it didn’t work. The night felt like torture, just tossing and turning, fighting for even a little rest.

Drive to the Academy – Overthinking Everything: I pushed through the exhaustion, grabbed my coffee, and drove the 35 minutes to Huntington Beach. On the way, my mind was flooded with anxiety about the PC 832 test on Friday. The pressure to pass is really starting to get to me—I can’t stop overthinking every detail. What if I mess up? What if I fail? These thoughts lingered all the way to the academy.

Morning at the Academy – Meeting Captain Smith: I arrived at the Academy around 6:30 AM, and several classmates were already there, chit-chatting about the course and what to expect for the day. I joined them briefly before heading to the classroom. Inside, I met Ronald Smith, an old, skinny retired captain from Huntington Beach PD. He’d be our instructor for the next two days, covering LD 15 (Laws of Arrest) and LD 16 (Search and Seizure).

Smith started with a quick introduction, explaining his background. Apparently, in addition to his police career, he’s been a Criminology professor for a while. I tried to listen closely, but I could barely hear him since I forgot my hearing aids at home. I found myself relying on reading his lips, which worked okay, but it made the lecture feel more exhausting.

LD 15 and LD 16 – Theoretical Overload: As Smith dove into LD 15 and LD 16, it became clear that theories and concepts were his thing. He was passionate about it, explaining the philosophy behind the laws and how they shape police work. While it was interesting, his lecture didn’t feel practical enough for the upcoming PC 832 exam. The theories were valuable in the long run, but I couldn’t help but feel frustrated—I need to pass this test, not just learn philosophy.

Smith reassured us that these theories wouldn’t appear on the exam but said they’d help us better understand the legal system. I tried to absorb what I could, but it wasn’t clicking the way I hoped.

Afternoon Release – Drive Home & Decompressing: We finished earlier than usual, around 3:45 PM, and I was grateful to leave. The hour-long drive home felt brighter than usual—the sun was obnoxiously bright, making it an annoying trip. Once I got home, I decompressed with a simple lunch of longanisa and rice.

Preparing for My Parents’ Arrival: After eating, I got a text from my brother asking if anyone wanted to carpool with him to LAX to pick up our parents. For a moment, I almost forgot that they were arriving tonight. I declined the offer because I needed time to study. My brother ended up carpooling anyway to use the carpool lane and beat the traffic to LAX.

Meanwhile, I returned to my computer, searching for more study guides to prepare for the next day. I wanted to feel more confident going into Day 3, especially since the test anxiety has been eating at me nonstop.

Evening Thoughts – Missing Work and Coworkers: I found myself missing work and my coworkers—more than I expected. I think the structure of my job gave me something to hold onto mentally, and being away from it feels strange. I’ve grown so attached to that chaotic routine that being without it makes me feel... off.

Hoping for Sleep: As I write this, I’m hoping for decent sleep tonight, though that might be too much to ask. If my sister doesn’t blast music again and the dog doesn’t bark all night, maybe I’ll have a chance to finally rest.

One step at a time—I just need to get through tomorrow, stay focused, and pass PC 832.

[joyffree]

Death in Dutch Harbor a Mystery by D. MacNeill Parker Book Tour with Guest Post & Giveaway

When two murders strain the police force of a remote Alaskan fishing port, veterinarian Maureen McMurtry is tapped by Dutch Harbor’s police chief for forensic assistance. The doctor’s got a past she’d rather not discuss, a gun in her closet, and a retired police dog that hasn’t lost her chops. All come in handy as she deciphers the cause and time of death of a local drug addict washed ashore with dead sea lions and an environmentalist found in a crab pot hauled from the sea in the net of a fishing vessel.

When her romantic relationship with a boat captain is swamped by mounting evidence that he’s the prime suspect in one of the murders, McMurtry struggles with her own doubts to prove his innocence. But can she? McMurtry’s pals, a manager of the Bering Sea crab fishery and another who tends Alaska’s most dangerous bar assist in unraveling the sinister truth.

[sorenevans]

Adding my own OC!

Elana “Dixie” Delaney

Her mother and father met through the military. Her mother was from Northern Ireland, and her father from Texas.

The circumstances of their meeting cannot be shared, but Elana could guess it had something to do with a tank.

Elana parents were never married, and they broke up sometime before her 5th birthday because her mother wouldn’t stop taking unnecessary risks in the field-She was very successful, and highly decorated because of it- and she wouldn’t commit to home life with Elana. Her career mattered more.

Because of her parents split nationality, Elana has duel citizenship.

Because of her mother’s unwillingness to give up her career, Elana went to live with her father’s family, on a ranch in Texas.

Her father retired from the military and took on a somewhat more stable job as a police officer.

Elana always knew what she wanted, She wanted to do what her father did. So from a young age, she trained.

Shooting club and ROTC were her thing! She rocked it and ended up winning multiple prestigious awards and titles-

But what really made her stand out was her experience with first aid, and medical care in general, and her affinity for technology.

For her 17th birthday, her father went with her to enlist. Her recruitment officer was honest when telling Elana that there was little to no chance she was getting into the America special forces,and that her efforts were better applied elsewhere.

After a long conversation with her father, she decided to take advantage of of her duel citizenship, and enlist in Northern Ireland, where she would be more likely to be accepted into the special forces.

After a few years of grunt work, Elana was transferred to a base to begin special forces training. Little did she know, her mother was Captain on that base.

After finding out about her connections and her parents background in special forces, paired with the thick Texan accent she’d gotten from the years growing up with her father, she earned the nicknames “pedigree” and “Dixie Dog”. She hated them for demeaning her and every bit of hard work she’d done to get this far.

After a few months of nonstop arguing, she goes to her mother, the Captain.

Because of the nuclear argument they have, Elana decides being in this base is a conflict of interest, and requests a transfer.

While the transfer was being processed, Elana’s team was sent to assist a task force. When the team was there, she patched up some loudmouth Sargent, then focused on creating a distraction so the teams could leave the site.

She broke into the intercom system and got ready to play something.

A glance at her team, all scoffing g and rolling their eyes, tells you she’s done this before. She presses a few buttons on her tablet and “play something country” by Brooks and Dunn starts playing over every speaker, enemy comm- Even the cell phones! Elana smiles. Her team groans. They start calling her demeaning names again, but she just plasters in the most sweet smile.

With a sweet Texan voice she pushes out a “bless y’all’s hearts.” And they move under the cover of the sweet music of her home.

It’s later when the loudmouth Sargent, and the quiet Lieutenant tell their captain about the “aggressively American” woman that helped them.

John price does his research on this mysterious American and upon finding out she’s Irish- that peaks his interest even more.

By the end of the night, he decides she’ll be on his team, they need a medic and someone who’s good with tech- she just fit the bill.

And the fact that she’s currently looking for a transfer? Maybe fate has a cruel sense of humor.

-OoOoO-

Soon after she joins the 141, her call sign changed from “Dixie dog” to just “Dixie”.

She says it’s because she’s from southern America, but the real reason is that it’s an ode to her father, the man who supported her in all her life. The man whom she would not be here without.

i adore hearing about people's cod ocs/self inserts!

so here's mine!

Name: Taylor Starling Callsign: Wraith

Her recruitment into Task Force 141 didn't come easy. Nor did getting her to cooperate with the US Government in the first place. She wouldn't be here if prison wasn't the only alternative.

Taylor Starling, expert codebreaker and stealth operative, was arrested for committing treason at the age of 24. The company she worked for went down with her. 23 men and women who'd been doing good work for the country, domestically and abroad, were suddenly behind bars. "Why?" You might ask. For conducting espionage operations with no authority or permission from the United States Government.

Taylor's life had never been easy. Bouncing around juvenile detention centers throughout her teenage years for silly things like petty theft and the occasional infiltration of a classified government data networks. No big deal. But federal prison is a lot different than juvie.

Then Kate Laswell went sniffing around the recently busted operation; found Starling's file. She was given an option: spend the rest of her life locked up...

or join the CIA.

Not surprisingly, the reckless young woman, deciding that she wasn't quite ready to give up on living just yet, chose the latter. Even if it was hard to understand why they wanted her. Laswell explained that they’d never seen such a talented codebreaker and hacker, especially that young. So Taylor went along with it. After all, she was doing the same shit she’d always done, just for a fatter paycheck and without the looming threat of life in federal prison.

Two years of intelligence work later and Taylor is being approached by none other than Captain John Price. He and Laswell have decided that her skills as a stealth operative have been… underutilized. They want her to join some ragtag band of special forces assholes dubbed Task Force 141.

Let’s just say it didn’t take much convincing to get her back out in the field.

aside from general headcanons and x reader content, I’ll most likely be posting more about this crazy lady because I love her dearly. she literally got shot while pregnant once but no big deal.

[mxb1jokes]

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[thebookwormfairy]

Kelpto!Marinette Au: Ft. Captain the Retired Police Dog

(Daminette)

In this au Hawkmoth isn't active (yet) so Marinette doesn't have her miraculous (yet)

Daminette Masterlist

First things first, Captain loves his girl

Even if she had sticky fingers

He knows she's never stolen anything from stores but she does "borrow" stuff from her friends

He first noticed it when her friend Luka came over

She kept taking his guitar picks and giving them back

At one point she took it out of his hand as he was playing

Luka didn't seem mad about her taking them in fact he seemed amused if not a little fascinated by her ability to do so

The there was the time she was with her other friend Kagami

She took her fencing foil right out of her hand

Captain expect the usually cold girl to get angry at Marinette so he jumped up from his place on the side lines to protect his girl

But as he made it to his girl's side Kagami started to laugh

Kagami: I should really stop being surprised by you Marinette

Captain was surprised by the girl's reaction but was happy that she wasn't mad at the girl

Captain started to notice that his girl's friends took Marinette skills as a challenge

They would set up mini heist for Marinette to do

They always have different objectives

One of them was to steal a ring off Luka's mom's hand without her noticing

Which of course Marinette succeeded

Anarka was very impressed by this

The loud music man, Jagged Stone, and his mate, Penny Rolling, also seemed to join in on the fun

One time the objective was to steal Fang

Marinette got it done in 30 minutes and just had Fang hang out with her and Captain

The crocodile was in Marinette's room for half a day before Jagged realized that Marinette had already got him

Captain notice that these heist would usually happen whenever Marinette was stress, like when she had a lot of commissions or it was exam time at her shool

It seemed that Marinette had her sticky fingers under control until they went to Gotham

Captain could tell that Marinette was excited to go to another country

But he could also tell that she was nervous to be without her family and close friends

She wasn't on bad terms with most of the class but she wasn't exactly on good terms either

It was almost like a stalemate in a war

A war between Marinette and Lila

They were civil was the best way to describe it

But that didn't mean that Lila wasn't looking for every opportunity to to push the stalemate to her favor

For that reason Captian snucked onto the plane so that his girl would have somebody with her

Of course Lila tried to make it out like Marinette did it on purpose

But luckily Marinette was quickly able to prove that she had nothing to do with it

Marinette: I have absolutely no supplies with me to take care of Captain! What kind of irresponsible dog owner would sneak a dog into another country without making sure they had to proper shots, food, and supplies?!?!

The class had to admit if there was one thing Marinette would never do it would be putting Captain in a situation that would put him in danger

So Marinette got Captain everything he needed while the class was out shopping

Though Marinette was thrilled to have Captain with her she was stressed that Lila was going to do something to the good boy

Marinette knew Gotham was a dangerous city and she wouldn't put it past Lila to cause some sort of "accident" to either her or Captain

So with her stress level up Marinette felt her fingers begin to itch

Usually she would turn to Luka and Kagami for times like this but they were on the other side of the planet

She could feel her fingers start to twitch as she walked around the block that her class was exploring

She always been good at controlling her kelpto tendencies but her nerves were really making them act up

She started to fidget with the stuff in her pocket when she heard shouting

Marinette looked up and saw a man running from a woman

Woman: Stop that man! He took my purse!

Marinette angled her body so that she would be in the man's path

The man not paying attention to the girl now in his path ran into Marinette

He was in such a hurry he didn't realize that Marinette had switch the woman's purse for a used poop bag when he ran into her

The man continued running not realizing the switch as Marinette walked over to the woman

Marinette handing the woman her purse: Here you go

Woman: Thank you so much

Marinette: No problem

Jason in the roof across the street: Guys you would not believe what I just saw

Tim over com: let me guess you are once again for going work to do patrol during the day

Jason: Yes but you got to hear what I just saw

Dick over com: What Jason?

Jason: I was watching over the shopping district and some guy snatch this woman's purse. I was about to jump in, when he bumped into this girl with a dog who switched the woman's purse with a use pop bag! The guy still hasn't realized the switch I can see him two streets over still running!

Dick: What?!

Tim: Really?! How did she manage that?

Jason: I don't know! She got some quick fingers on her! But we can't tell Bruce. She's right in his MO for adoption

Tim: Black hair blue eyes?

Jason: Exactly!

Damian over com: Will you three idiots quiet down! Unlike you three I still have school work to do, and it's hard to do that with you three chattering in my ear. Coms are only suppose to be used for emergencies during the day!

Jason: Oh calm down Demon Spawn. I just couldn't wait to tell y'all about this girl.

Damian annoyed: Well why don't you just ask her out then?

Jason: Nah not really my type, also she's a but too young for me, she looks around your age Demon Spawn

Dick: Ohhh, maybe we should set them up together

Tim: With such quick hands she would be a great addition to our team

Jason: And she has a German sheperd with her

Dick: She sounds great! Right Little Bird?

Damian: I've have enough of this, Damian out.

Damian turned off his com cutting off his brothers' laughter

The last thing Damian needed right now was his brothers trying to set him up with some random girl who was able to trick some low level criminal

The incident with the purse snatcher relieved a bit of Marinette's stress but she could still feel her fingers twitching as she ran them through Captain's fur

She couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen soon

She had the okay for Captain to come with her on all her schools outings

But that didn't mean that something wasn't going to happen

She just didn't know what

The next day when Marinette was walking Captain in the park when sheet a nice (and cute) boy named Damian and they hit it off

He was such a sweet boy with his own dogs

The two just seemed to click

All Marinette's free roam time was spent with Damian, Titus, and sometimes Ace

Captain got along great with Titus and he seem to have the same instant connection to Ace

The two were often seen cuddling when Damian brought her along

Captain was a little sketch out about this new boy

He couldn't get rid of this feeling that Damian was hiding something from his girl

He tries to ask Ace and Titus about it but the two just brushed him off

Though Captain did notice as the two got closer his girl's twitchy fingers calmed down and she didn't reach to sneakily borrow something from the people around her

So he begrudgingly accept this strange boy

Marinette had to say the best part about the whole Gotham trip was meeting Damian

The two were just friends but Marinette couldn't denied the spark she felt

There might have been a bit of flirting between the two but Marinette was hesitant to form a deeper relationship with Damian because she knew how hard long distance relationships were

On her final day in Gotham Marinette and Captain went with the class to get a tour at Wayne Enterprise

It was the finally stop before they were to return home

As Marinette entered Wayne Enterprise she was surprised to find Damian their waiting for them with an older man who had black hair and blue eyes

Marinette broke away from her class who were too busy talking among themselves to notice

Marinette: Hey Damian! What are you doing here?

Damian: Hey Angel, Captian-

Dick: Wait you didn't tell her Baby Bird?

Damian blushed at the use of his nickname in front of the girl he admittedly had a crush on

He had done his best to keep her away from his family and had succeeded

The only one he really talk to about Marinette was Dick who promised to keep Marinette between the two of them

But when Damian found out that Marinette and her class were going to be touring Wayne Enterprise on their final day in Gotham

Damian tried to tell Marinette before the day arrived but whenever he was ready to tell her, he would get lost in her big blue eyes or Captain would interrupt them

So as he stood in front of the girl who has wrapped himself around her finger in such a short time he was once again at a lost for words

Marinette wrapping her hand around Damian's and giving it a squeeze: Damian are you okay?

As Marinette pulled away she realized to her horror that she accidentally stole his watch

Damian and Dick stood wide eyed as Marinette held out Damian's watch

They didn't even notice her taking it off him

Marinette: I'm soooo sorry! I really didn't mean to take this! I'm so so so sorry!

Captain moved so that he stood between Marinette's legs ready to protect her if either of the two males in front of him tried to do anything to his girl

As Marinette freaked out a little bit Dick couldn't help but laugh as this young girl was able to pull off that trick without him or Damian noticing

Damian snapping out of his shock: It's okay Marinette, that's actually a really great trick. Not many people can sneak one by me

Marinette blushing: Thanks Damian, but you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?

Damian scratching the back of his head: Well you see Angel I'm here to help my brother give your class a tour of Wayne Enterprise

Marinette: So your Damian Wayne?

Damian: Yes, I hope that doesn't change anything between us

Marinette smiling: No, it definitely doesn't

Marinette and Captain walked back over to the class

As Damian watched Marinette walk away he went to put his watch back on only to see that it's gone from his hands

He hears a small wuff as he looks up he sees Captain sitting in front of him holding his watch

Dick: That some girl you got there Damian

Damian sighing: Yeah she is

Bonus

Jason seeing a picture of Marinette and Damian together: THAT'S THE GIRL I SAW!!

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i was given permission by @thebookwormfairy to use captain in this au. i changed up how mari got captain a little bit. i hope thats ok?

btw mari calls dick dad, since she never knew her parents.

mari goes to gotham academy. dick had applied for mari to go, since it was a good school and he only wanted the best for his daughter. there was a scholarship program that he entered mari in.

bruce was funding the scholarship and saw dicks name and picked him.

so after the school is attacked dick brings mari with him to the police department. bc this man was literally terrified that he was gonna lose his daughter.

the department wasnt surprised. they always called mari the mascot of the precinct. bc when she was first adopted by dick she hadnt wanted to be away from him for the first year out of fear of being taken away from her new father.

anyways mari is sitting in dicks chair after he stepped out for a moment and sees captain.

gordon is nearby, watching mari and begins to tell her about how captain lost his partner in a drug bust gone wrong. and that captain couldnt quite work with anybody else. depression is not only just a thing that affects people. animals actually can get depressed. and the department couldnt bare to send captain to the pound. so they let him stay in the station.

mari decides to try and befriend captain. she wanders over to him and starts talking to him. at first she doesnt have much luck. captain was completely uninterested in her and she started to get really sad. she slumps down next to him, put out over that fact.

she talks a little about how nobody wanted to be friends with her bc she was a poor student at a rich kids school.

captain then nudges her with his nose. she giggles a little bit and lets him sniff her hand. the department stops a moment as captain hadnt shown interest in anyone since his handler died. dick comes back to see captain give mari a lick on the cheek before setting his head down on her lap. he then realizes that his daughter now has a dog.