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As much as I want Roy and Riza to spearhead the restoration of Ishval post-canon, I want Roy to be barred from going to Ishval to do the work himself even more.
Hear me out.
There is something incredibly selfish about Roy wanting to be the one to return the Holy Land to the Ishvalen people. It makes sense for him to strive for that goal - he feels personally responsible for the destruction of Ishval, he sees its restoration as part of his path towards becoming the FĂźhrer of Amestris, he considers it to be the rightful way to ease some of the guilt weighing him down.
It is also the easy way out.
Because if you think about it, Roy being the one to do all that, is not a narrative that centers the Ishvalen people. And I think they deserve to be the driving force behind their own salvation.
There is a reason General Armstrong doesn't try to take on the Ishvalen restoration at the end of the show - and it is not just that she has no personal investment in the matter. No, if anything, she entrusts it to Major Miles. She entrusts the future of the Ishvalen people with a man who shares their past.
(her blind trust into the military state be damned)
And who does Miles choose to help him rebuild what was once lost? Scar. He chooses the feared serial killer. The Savior of Amestris. The Scarred Monk. The One Who Killed A King. The Hand of God Striking Down a Monster.
He chooses someone who suffered through the Ishvalen genocide, who was raised not only in the culture, but was an active practitioner of the most common religion of the region.
These are the people who rebuild Ishval for the future.
I think Roy would only ever do it to escape the past.
And if we're being honest, I don't think anyone in Ishval would greet him with open arms. These people might hold a great ability to forgive within their hearts, but I think many of them would consider it an insult to let the man who burned down their cities back into Ishval to become their savior.
To become the public face of the restoration of their Holy Land.
And being denied the ability to spearhead this campaign, it would hit Roy hard. Because in a way, hard labor and the arid desert air, would have felt like a just punishment. Being hollered at by the survivors of the genocide he participated in would have felt good. Getting blisters and sunburns and swallow down his own spit... pain was always a sign of hard work. Of doing the right thing.
But forcing him to stay in Central? To pull the ropes behind the scenes? To be denied this public repentance? To be kept from the most straight-forward way of repaying his sins?
The restoration of Ishval was never the end-goal, and it is just one part of a long list of things both Roy and Riza want to fix before facing a trial, but I think Roy hoped he could pay for that in blood. Cut-up knees and burned hands, dry throats and countless hours spent digging up wells.
But facing up to what he's done isn't that easy - and the people of Ishval deserve to live a life free from Roy Mustang and his damned flames.
#roy mustang#riza hawkeye#olivier mira armstrong#major miles#scar#fma#fmab#fma brotherhood#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#fma meta#my stuff#headcanon#really#i just dont think Roy should GET to lead the restoration of Ishval#he wants to#and it should happen#(Amestris has a lot of reparations to pay)#but denying him the satisfaction of being allowed to play hero#is what it's all about actually#i think the ishvalen people deserve to be free of this guy#and i think Roy deserves to grapple with Ishval in a way#that makes it impossible for him to 'just help'#instead being forced onto the sidelines#and into military offices and ball rooms#to get money and support for ishval#without ever being allowed to reap the flowers of his work#because he is fueled by his past#and Ishval deserves the future#(it also deserves better than major miles if we're being honest)#(but maybe Scar can radicalize him somewhat)
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Lay All Your Love on Me (Homelander x Reader)
Summary: A communication breakdown has unintended consequences, but itâs all because Homelander loves you.
Note: Gender neutral reader and no descriptors are used. This is based on a request from @judyfromfinance and the ABBA song which is so Homelander coded. Do not interact if youâre under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Jealousy, possessive behavior, violence (not toward the reader). We love miscommunication for plot reasons here! Do not interact if youâre under 18.
Homelander had no reason to believe you were hiding from him. Your job kept you busy, and ironically enough, working for the same company didnât guarantee that youâd see each other nearly as much as heâd like. When his texts went unanswered and he couldnât so much as hear you during the day, though, his mind went into overdrive presenting him with every worst case scenario it could possibly conceive of.
Cheat. Cheat. Cheat.
His gloved hands balled into fists at his side. You would never cheat on him. He knew that. He did. But sometimes, it seemed like your heart didnât ache for him the way his did for yours. You had a life outside of him, and as much as you tried to include him in it, he resisted. Things would be easier if it were just the two of you.
Trying your phone again, he called you, frustrated when it went straight to voicemail.
âHey babe, itâs me. Iâve been trying to reach you all day. Give me a call back as soon as you can. I love you,â he said, adding a quick. âCall me back" for emphasis.
He groaned, throwing his phone aside and folding his arms over his chest. It was fine. He didnât care that much anyway. At least thatâs what he told himself as he glanced at his discarded phone every few seconds in hopes youâd call or text back. No dice.
As a last resort, he headed to the crime analytics department. You managed a small team of analysts who consulted with the state and federal government on Voughtâs behalf. The two of you had met when Vought was trying to get supes in the military, and as far as Homelander was concerned, it was love at first sight.
Never mind that it took a few weeks to win you over, frustratingly committed to your job and hesitant to date a coworker. Even though heâd hardly consider the two of you coworkers. Sure, you both worked for Vought, but that was it as far as he was concerned. In his determination to woo you, heâd made some valuable connections in your department. At least, people who he knew would have some kind of scoop on you when he needed it.
âHey Annika,â Homelander said, startling the young crime analyst as he approached her desk. âHowâre you doing, pal?
âHi Homelander,â she said, not quite able to keep eye contact with him. âSir. Iâm good. H-How are you?â
âYou havenât seen Y/N around today, have you?â
She shook her head. âSorry.â
âAlright,â he said tensely, a painfully fake smile spreading across his face. âKeep up the good work.â
His smile faltered as he heard your name come up in a conversation on the other side of the room. A masculine voice, younger than his, far too much mirth for his liking when he spoke about you.
âDude, I was in Y/Nâs office for like an hour yesterday. I could barely concentrate. They are so fine.â
âYouâre insane,â someone else laughed.
âWhat? Have you seen them?â
âTheyâre dating Homelander, dumbass.â
âWhatever. It wonât last. He and Maeve will get back together, and yours truly will be there to pick up the pieces.â
âIf you say so.â
Homelander hadnât noticed his eyes glowing red until Annika squeaked. Letting out a breath he didnât even know he was holding, he looked at hisâŚacquaintance.
âSee you around,â he said, his chipper tone clearly strained.
Since you werenât answering your phone and he still had no clue where you were, Homelander had all the time in the world to wait around for your sleazy subordinate to take a bathroom break. He wondered if you were aware of the manâs interest in you. It was a possibility, but he had to assure himself that you wouldnât do anything to encourage it. He knew you wouldnât bother with a miscreant like that, of all people, but the point needed to be made. No one could speak so vulgarly about you and expect him not to do something about it.
Fifteen minutes or so had passed, and Homelander spotted his name badge. Josh.
âHey Josh! You have a minute, buddy?â Homelander asked, voice booming through the hallway, causing Josh to flinch. Homelander smirked a bit.
âHomelander! Is there something you need?â
âYeah, actually, I just have a question about the crime analytics office.â
Josh nodded. âSure, anything.â
âDid you see any Greek letters in there?â
âWh-What?â
âDid you see any Greek letters in there? Maybe a keg and some drunk idiots wearing togas?â
âI donâtââ
âDid you?â
âNo.â
âThen why were you in there talking about my partner like you were in a fucking frat house?â Homelander asked, cornering the slimy analyst. âYou know Y/N and I are dating, right? Your idiot friend told you as much.â
Joshâs mouth flopped open and closed like one of the disgusting fish The Deep crusaded for. âIâI didnât meanââ
âSo either youâre incredibly stupid, or you have a death wish. Which one is it, buddy?â
âIâm so sorry, Mr. Homelander.â
Homelander chuckled, empty and hollow, reveling in the way he could practically smell the fear radiating off of the man in front of him. âYou will be.â
With the way Josh was carrying on, Homelander wouldâve thought heâd actually killed the guy. All heâd done was snap his arm and throw an elbow to his nose. Heâd just bought the asshole a free rhinoplasty, far more generous than he deserved after what he did.Â
Homelander sneered at the blubbering crime analyst, work shirt covered in his own blood. Pathetic, really. And he had the audacity to act like he was worthy of you. Throwing one final glare Joshâs way, Homelander walked off, wiping the blood off his gloves and onto his suit. It could be dry-cleaned out.
The outburst made him feel better than he had all day, though it didnât answer the question of where the hell you were and why you werenât answering him. Besides, he swore he heard the familiar sound of your footfall in the lobby.Â
He supposed you wouldnât be too happy if you came back to see one of your subordinates brutalized in the hallway. Just his luck, he spotted an intern in one of the unoccupied offices.
âHey,â Homelander said, pausing a moment to read the internâs badge, âSammy, thereâs a mess over by the crime analytics office, can you get someone to clean it up?âÂ
âSure,â Sammy responded cheerfully.
âThanks, itâs the little things that make this place run. Youâre doing great,â he complimented, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Sammy returned his smile, obviously not questioning his sincerity. Homelander knew if he framed the whole thing as a favor, sheâd be more likely to follow through. It was always good to have reliable people in his back pocket for things like that, worker bees who thought they were friends or something. She walked off, strides purposeful as she set off to complete her personal mission from Homelander.
Rushing over to the elevator, he listened for you, getting out on the fifteenth floor where he saw you just as you walked out of the bathroom.Â
As soon as he made eye contact, he melted, making a beeline for you.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around Homelander. âArenât you a sight for sore eyes.â
âWhere were you?â he asked, almost painfully returning your embrace.
âI told you I was presenting for the security council at the UN all day. No phones, remember?â
He huffed, releasing you from the hug. Fuck. âI guessâmaybe that rings a bell. You shouldnât tell me something so important while Iâm distracted.â
âHow much did you miss me?â you teased, holding up your pointer finger and thumb to pinch the air. âThis much?â You spread your fingers wider. âThis much?â Wider again, except before you could ask, Homelander scooped you up in his arms.
âWhy donât I show you?â
âPlease do,â you said, tilting your head up to kiss him.
He retreated into the elevator with you, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss laced with longing. You giggled at him. Youâd only been gone for a few hours, yet he was acting as though it had been days.Â
You missed him too, resolving to focus your attention on him for the rest of the night.
Until your phone rang.
âI should get this.â
âNow youâre able to pick up a call?â he grumbled, setting you down.
âOne minute,â you whispered, grabbing your phone, âthen Iâm all yours.â
He pressed the button to his suite, having forgotten to do so in the heat of passion. âYou better be.â
You picked up your phone, amused at Homelander still clinging to you, kissing your neck. âHello?â
âJosh from crime analytics?â you asked, tensing a bit when Homelander grazed his teeth on the crook of your neck. âI havenât heard from him since he gave me the homicide report yesterday.â
Homelander hummed against your skin, and you let out a whimper only he could hear at the way it vibrated through you. He was smug, and it took you a moment to piece together why.
âOkay, talk to you tomorrow,â you said before hanging up. âWhat did you do?â
âSomething chivalrous to defend your honor,â he mumbled, his lips unrelenting on your shoulder as he pulled your shirt down to expose it.
âI guess I should thank you properly, then? My knight in shining armor?â
He lifted his head, grinning, âIf you insist.â
#homelander x reader#homelander x you#the boys x reader#the boys amazon#the boys tv#the boys#homelander
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Letâs do IT for our country
Pairing- President!Robert âBobâ Floyd x reader
Warnings- smut smut and more smut, breeding kink, language, mentions of pregnancy, us politics, I think thatâs it?
Summary- Robert Floyd had never wanted to be the president, but here in the Oval Office on inauguration night with his First Lady? He could get used to nights like this.
A/N- Itâs that time again! Another IBFFM, but this time with an older version of our sexy WSO. Mr. President is about 45 here, his First Lady is in her mid 30âs.
Also itâs @bobgasm âs birthday present!! Happy birthday to my precious Steph, love you so much baby!!
For as long as he could remember, Robert Floyd had been told he would be great.
His family name was synonymous with the likes of Kennedy and Roosevelt, the Floydâs were some of the most influential in political history, and with that came high expectations. You must go to a prestigious college, you must serve your country (whether that be as a civil servant or military member), and you must marry the right kind of person. They talked about it as if they were breeding horses, and it never made any sense to him, so long as he found someone kind and supportive all of the bullshit that his family expected mattered very little to him. He would tick off whatever boxes they wanted, but it would be on his own terms.
He went to the US Naval Academy after high school, refusing to hop onto the Ivy League lifestyle his grandfather so desperately cherished. Moving on to aviation as a WSO and then becoming one of the top 1% in the country in his field. It was a distinguished career to be sure, but heâd been adamant that he had no interest in pursuing a political career, and certainly not the presidency.
He still wasnât sure what had brought him to this point, or how heâd somehow managed to bag his dream girl in the process. A feisty junior senator from Delaware, good family, strong morals and drop dead gorgeous to boot, youâd been his match in every way. Sure you had hated his guts, he was the golden boy and you had dealt with his kind your whole life. But after a particularly long day in the senate heâd asked you to dinner, and while youâd had half a mind to tell him no the prospect of a free meal wasnât worth passing up. So in a dingy dive bar with greasy burgers and cheap beer, you took a chance on him and fell ridiculously in love.
Four years had passed since youâd both sat in the creeky wooden booths of that shitty bar, and it felt simultaneously like yesterday and a lifetime ago. His family had pushed him into politics and while he had been adamant in the beginning that he would never pursue the presidency, the world had changed dramatically since he first refused the mantle. He may have hated the pageantry of it all, but at his core he truly did want to help people, and they certainly took notice. Heâd run a clean and honest campaign with his best girl by his side, and won in a landslide. Everything moved very quickly from Election Day to Inauguration Day, it almost felt like he had blinked and he was here, wandering the halls of the west wing after skipping out on the last two of 10 gaudy inaugural balls heâd been forced to attend. Heâd been going since sunrise and still couldnât seem to get the jitters under control so he could rest; he suspected it would be quite a while before that feeling went away. Shaky hands moved to open the door to the Oval Office, completely renovated and designed by his beautiful wife to fit his style and personality, youâd made sure he would want for nothing, heâd be spending so much time in this room and it seemed only logical to make it a calm and safe space for him and his thoughts. It felt so much like his office at home, even down to the worn leather chair and the soft scent of sandalwood and tobacco from the candles you bought because it reminded you of him. You had told him youâd be heading to change and wouldnât be gone long, he had plans to unwind with a bottle of bourbon and maybe a game or three of checkers, but as you slipped into the spacious and hallowed room belonging to the commander in chief, he nearly jolted out of his skin. There you were, his First Lady, in a skimpy little silk robe, intricate updo long gone in favor of soft curls, and the adorable little fuzzy cat slippers that heâd bought you for Christmas.
âGood evening Mr. Presidentâ you said with a smirk as you locked the door and padded over to his desk. Youâd chosen well, the beautiful mahogany writing table had belonged to Theodore Roosevelt, and while it hadnât been used in many a presidentâs term, you had made sure it was painstakingly restored and ready for his first day. Now that you were here, all he could seem to think of is how much fun it might be to test the sturdiness of the surface, perhaps he did need to blow off a little steam after such a stressful dayâŚ
âSweet girl, you do realize thereâs cameras everywhere right?â He said as you pushed his chair back just enough to fit between his thighs, very gently sitting on the edge of the antique escritoire. This desk had seen many a scandal, so many historical events, and you were quite sure she should handle the weight of what you had planned next.
âAlready got that covered, Phoenix is on surveillance right now, you can go ahead and go dark Nat!â You said in the general direction of where theyâd mentioned cameras were placed, a notification on your phone let you know sheâd confirmed that the two of you had thirty minutes all to yourselves and you broke out in a blinding grin as you leaned forward to press a kiss to Bobâs jawline. The sharp intake of breath and his hands immediately going to your hips let you know heâd need this just as much as you, it had been embarrassingly long since the two of you had been together, and you filed away the notion that you would need to make sure you had the right security in play to make quickies like this a regular occurrence, policy be damned.
Youâd drawn his lips to yours as you untied his tie and began unbuttoning the front of his dress shirt, his hands had drifted to palming your ass as he licked the seam of your mouth, a gasp from you was all he needed to slide his tongue against yours, squeezing you a little more roughly and all but pulling you into the plush office chair.
âFuck I missed you,â he breathed into your mouth, youâd nearly gotten his dress shirt removed when he slotted his knee between your legs, large hands gripping the back of your thighs as he placed you back on the desk, this time swiping whatever loose papers off the top and sending them cascading across the plush carpet that held the presidential seal. You squealed and giggled, watching with rapt attention as he removed his dress shirt and exposed the defined freckled skin of his arms, pulling his undershirt off with less finesse as it joined the pile of papers on the floor. âIâve never found a president to be sexy until just this moment, I have to admit, you look damn good in this office, sirâ you said as you leaned back on your palms and ogled him, heat crept up his cheeks and chest at your praise, but his eyes had darkened at the honorific, you knew exactly what you were doing to him, and he could feel his dress slacks getting uncomfortably tight as you ran your bare feet up and down the back of his legs.
âYou wanna be a good girl for me Madame First Lady? Let me lay you out and devour you where anyone could walk in?â His voice grew impossibly deeper and you let out a whimper in response, shifting to try and get some relief. You did want that, you wanted it so badly you could scream, it was the very thought of being dirty and unladylike for the man you loved that had you so hot and bothered, and he trailed one long finger down your sternum to remove your robe, fire in his eyes as he opened the sash and found you completely bare for him.
âGoddamn it, should have known youâd do this, you know exactly how to wind me up donât ya? Whole world wants to know how to bring me to my knees and all theyâd have to do is weaponize you and this perfect pussy.â He was completely fixated on your arousal glistening between your legs, and while normally youâd let him take his time, you knew it wouldnât be long before some aid or agent came by to make sure he had everything he needed for the evening. If they only knew.
âBobby, please? Donât have a lot of time babyâ you said as you squirmed on the polished wood and searched for some kind of relief. He seemed to snap out of his haze as lust clouded eyes fixed on yours, letting his index finger trail down your stomach and through your folds, watching your head fall back and chest heave at his teasing.
âNeed to hear you say it sweet girl, you know what I want.â You blushed in earnest, he loved how dirty you could get, but that had always been behind closed doors in the comfort of your own home, youâd be mortified if anyone heard some of the things youâd said in the throes of pleasure; but it was his big day after all. If he wanted it, youâd give him the moon.
âNeed your mouth on me Daddy, want you to make me cum and then fuck me with your big dick. Please? Please give it to me, âs been too long, fuck - I-â you babbled at him as he continued to rub that one long finger up and down, it was maddening and had you choking on your words, thankfully he didnât make you wait, spreading you open and pressing two fingers into you as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your clit. The relief was immediate, you moaned out into the empty room as he went to work on your aching pussy, drawing tight circles with this tongue as he scissored his fingers inside you. It had been weeks and he knew heâd need to get you ready, but he couldnât help but feel like he was going insane over the little noises you made and the iron grip you had on his hair, tugging at his scalp as you bucked up into his pretty face to search for your release.
It was startling how fast he got you there, you were certain you were dripping down onto the desk now, wet smacks and moans coming from between your thighs as you peeked down to look at his deep cerulean eyes. He was too damn good at this and he knew it, had the audacity to wink at you as he nibbled on your clit and with a gasp you came all over his face, watching as he wiped his mouth with his arm and smirking like the cocky bastard he was. He controlled the entire free world now, but he would still consider it his greatest accomplishment that he could render his pretty wife to a babbling needy mess with his tongue. Disheveled looked good on you, blush spread across your cheeks and chest, hair a mess, and your release all over your thighs from what he intended to be one of at least three mind blowing orgasms.
You looped your heavy arms around his neck and kissed him languidly, you didnât seem to be as worried about the time anymore and for that he was thankful. He wanted to take his time, and if somebody walked in they would find out very quickly to knock, he couldnât give a shit about anything other than getting his cock inside you.
You knew the rule all too well; no visible marks. It had been that way from the very beginning, which was unfortunate because you wanted so badly to mark his pretty neck up and make sure everyone knew he was yours, but the compromise was that you could leave them anywhere below the collarbone, so as he fished for the condom heâd stashed in his pocket (hoping to end the night just like this), you licked down his neck and began nibbling on the flesh of his pecks, sucking a nipple into your mouth and looking up at him as his jaw went slack. âOh Christ, you gotta stop that baby or weâll be finished before we even get startedâ he panted out and tried not to buck up into you, the hand gripping your thigh was sure to leave a mark but you couldnât give a shit, there was something so powerful in being able to bring the most powerful man on earth to his knees, and even better knowing that he was insatiable for you.
âThen fuck me Mr. President, and you donât need that condom either. I think you should put a baby in me, fill me up so good that Iâm dripping with you all day tomorrow.â You grinned at him but he looked completely debauched, he ran a hand through his graying sandy locks and blinked down at you, almost at a loss for words.
âYou little minx, youâve been just waiting all day to drop that on me havenât you? Need me to cum in that pretty pussy and get you good and knocked up? Fuck youâd think it was my birthday or something, I donât know how I got it so good.â He said as he spread you out and ran his hands all over you, you were whimpering and grinding into him and he was sure heâd pass out if he was any harder, slipping himself out of his briefs and sliding his length through your slick. You were trying hard to be quiet, sure it was late but there was bound to be someone on watch, Bob gripped your chin as he slid into you and kissed you sloppily, all teeth and tongue and moans, shallow thrusts to get you ready turned rough when you sucked his bottom lip and pushed your hips up to take him to the hilt. You gripped the front of the desk behind your head and let him pound you into it, the need for quiet long forgotten as you alternated between crying out and calling him daddy.
It didnât take him long before he was close, the aftershocks of your second orgasm seemed to keep him gripped so tight that he could barely think straight, he was furiously rubbing your clit to get you there again as he watched tears drip down your flushed cheeks, heâd never forget tonight for the rest of his life. Not all the fanfare, not even the immense weight of the mantle he was about to take, but this moment right here, wrapped up in his gorgeous wife as he fucked her silly in the Oval Office. You wailed out âIâm cummingâ as you gripped him tight with your pulsing heat and he tumbled over the edge right along with you, warming you from the inside out as he filled you up.
You cradled his sweaty form in your arms as you both came down from your high, giggles erupting from him as it really set in what you two had done.
âAh shit, well everyoneâs gonna know that we canât keep our hands to ourselves after this, I imagine the press will have a field day.â He kissed your nose as you grinned at him, both of you still joined together but neither of you ready to separate.
A loud ring came from his phone and it sent a jolt through both of you, wide eyes trained on his as he leaned forward and grabbed it off the hook. His eyes were full of mirth as he nodded his head once, twice and bid them goodnight, pinching your cheek with his free hand before hanging up.
âWhat was that all about?â You said, trying to push him up so you could get decent and off his desk.
âThat was Nat, she said we need to hurry the hell up before me going MIA causes a national emergency.â He was joking of course, but the secret service agents at the door couldnât look either of you in the eye as you shuffled down the hallway with Bobâs hand in yours, and it was no surprise to anyone when you turned up pregnant by the state of the union.
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So, uh, I was watching Bad Boys 2 with my dad and when the shootout scene happened and Marcus accidentally got shot in the ass I couldnât help but wonder after I was done LMFAOing; how the COD boys (or the guys from 141 if you have a character limit) would react to and deal with having been shot in the ass? Especially if their S/O or best friend was there?
Ouchie ouchie. Here ya go anon! Sorry it took so long!
Getting shot in the ass.
Fucking humiliated.
First off, it hurt and oh boy he would not talk to anyone. If you're not in the immediate vicinity of medical attention he is going to have to be taken care of by one of you.
He'd probably trust either you or Price. He loves Johnny but not enough to touch his whole ass.
If you're his spouse you will 100% try to make jokes to calm him down, and it doesn't end up making it any better. Simon laying on his stomach writhing in pain while you've got him pantsed.
He's never speaking to any of you again. He'd rather be buried alive than have you bandaging his whole asscheek so he doesn't bleed everywhere.
"Are-fuck! Are you done yet!?" He growled, turning into a whine near the end because he's in pain. Come on man...
"Almost Simon, just hang in with me ok?"
He whines, and you continue to as gently as you can patch the wound. And like a meanie you're trying not to laugh the whole time.
When you're done you'll pat his butt gently and help him up. "Fuck you, and fuck that last 20 minutes of my life." He winces, attempting to stand.
"It's an occupational hazard y'know-"
"In my ass. MY BLOODY ARSE!"
"Well it's not bloody anymore...??"
Yeah he's never speaking to you. Or the others. He'll go back to that coffin where he was safe and his beautiful ass wasn't being threatened 24/7.
When you get back if you tell anyone he's suffocating you in your sleep. Not like the medical team will let him go. Surgery to get the bullet out of his arse and then was hurting for weeks.
Glaring constantly because now he has one of those butt pillows that you'd sit on after a BBL. And the recruits are bugging him because, "Got a lift Lt??" "Thought it was already big enough."
His arse is a point of contention for him and now he's being pointed out for the masses.
"You... You want me to help??"
"Nope." He dragged his leg, limping his way as blood spilled.
"You've uh, got a hole in your-"
"I'm very well aware!" He grimaced, trying to ease down on his side. "Other room." He demands.
"I can help-"
"OTHER ROOM."
"Yes sir."
You step away and let Price undo his belt and survey the damage himself. The last time he was bleeding from his arse his military dad was spanking him upside down and sideways.
By the time he realizes he's going to need a little help he's already regretting his life. He's nearly had his balls shot off before, this shouldn't be news to him, but also, why....
Begrudgingly he calls you back in after messing with it enough it hurts twice as much as before.
So you grab some bandages and get to work.
"Don't-"
"I'm very well aware of where my hands are going captain, you're fine."
"Gross."
"You're bleeding."
"Thank you for stating the obvious." He rubbed his forehead, sighing.
You feel less inclined to snicker at Price because the poor man is just trying to make a living fighting crime. He doesn't deserve this. His beautiful soft ass doesn't deserve this.
When you get back he is just wanting the bullet out by that point so he doesn't fight medical. They get the bullet out and he is taking painkillers like they're going out of style. (No, not in an unhealthy way)
Will probably stay between his room and his office. He wants to do work very badly and hasn't enjoyed sitting around doing nothing for long periods of time.
Can't wear his favorite pants now because they're tighter and the seam cuts right into the stitches. Sweatpants and butt pillow it is until he's out of this hell.
Most recruits know not to poke the bear, unlike you. Or Simon.
"Whew, that was close." You panted and looked at Johnny with relief. "No kidding." But as the adrenaline wore off, Johnny felt lightheaded, and fell to his side.
"Ow-" He winced, his leg feeling numb. You quickly rushed to him and looked him over. He wasn't shot anywhere... Oh. Oh, no never mind, yes he was.
"Johnny..."
"Yeah..?"
"You're shot."
Johnny followed your gaze and saw.
Surprisingly calm. Like, out of everyone he doesn't panic as much. Pulls up his shirt into his mouth and tells you to get it out.
You're hesitant because it's trying to pull a bullet out of someone's ass. And pulling a bullet out is never... Fun. But he trusts you, even if his cheeks are glaringly red from utter embarrassment.
But he doesn't want anyone else to do it for some reason, so you do your best.
Long story short, it did not go well. You ended up messing with the wound that his right ass cheek was so swollen. He looked like an idiot. Laying on his stomach in pain while waiting for Evac.
"I'm sorry..." You rubbed his shoulder.
You'd pulled his pants down further, while still being respectful. But man if he didn't look stupid, and it looked like it hurt. One cheek much bigger than the other, red and swollen.
Johnny promised to never get shot in the ass again. After he was put on bed rest because he had an infection. So uh... That was a fun adventure.
"Why the hell did you try to dig the bullet out of my ass??" He looked over at you when you visited him.
"You told me to do that! I told you it was a bad idea."
"Oh yeah..." He sniffled and crossed his arms, pouting his lip.
"Johnny.. come on, it'll get better."
"Well it can't get worse. Can it?"
"Ow!! Bloody- shit!" He slid down a wall and looked down at his side, expecting the stinging pain he felt to have hit his leg, he was dismayed to find the bullet had got him in the ass.
"Oh fucking of course!" He groaned and tried his best to hold something over the wound while still getting bullets pelted at him.
"How're we looking, sergeant??"
Kyle looked back briefly and then adjusted his gun. "Fine! But I've got a bloody hole in my arse!"
"Say again?"
Kyle groaned. Falling out of helicopters, getting shot in the ass, what was next huh?
"I've. Got. A. Bullet. In my ass!!"
Mortified when the others get to him and see he was not lying. Kyle must have just about the worst luck because what the hell is this?? They got him to medical and they did indeed confirm he had a bullet where the sun don't shine.
His perfect, pretty, unscarred butt was now about to be dug into to get a bullet out. How humiliating. He had bad stuff happen to him, but this he refused to talk about.
"How're... How're you feeling?" You asked after he came out of surgery. Still high on drugs, Kyle glared at you. "Don't even..."
"Don't what?" You snickered slightly.
"Oh fuck off..."
You smiled a little and sat down. "Hey, you'll recover. It sucks, but you've gotten through worse."
"Bullet in the ass."
"Had a bullet in the ass."
"It was still there at one point. That was my reality, y/n!"
You lovingly shushed him with a glass of water.
Kyle did not say a word about it. Even when he needed a pillow to help him sit after the surgery, he never pointed it out. And the others saw the look, if they said anything Kyle would drag them behind a shed and suffocate them with said pillow.
And therefore, for everyone's collective safety, it was never brought up.
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Mounting Spring Ch. 4
Summary: Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21.Age gap but they are both adults. (I would say enemys to lover but they don't even know eachother to be enemys lol.) Author note: I've had this idea for so long⌠Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. From the creator of "Not in season?" I bring to you "Mounting Spring" lmao haha sorry it's just that my first omegaverse was rather a success⌠so I decided to do another. Masterlist to the previous parts! Ao3 link in case you prefer to read there!
A weariness clung to his body, one he couldnât quite explain beyond being so utterly drained that even taking a shower felt like a monumental effort.
With a weary sigh, he pushed himself up from where heâd been slouched against the desk and slowly blew out the candles scattered around the office. Darkness didnât bother him. He was used to itâhad spent years orienting himself in the black void of the underground. The faint moonlight spilling through the window was more than enough. Compared to those shadowed depths, this was childâs play.
That night, the moon seemed unusually bright. His tired gaze drifted to the large arched window behind his desk. Waxing moon⌠or was it full already?
âDonât they say some bullshit about omegas going into heat during the full moon?â
He scoffed. âUrban myth,â he muttered. It sounded like something out of a witchâs tale. But, come to think of it, wasnât she supposed to be in season?
The stack of paperwork on his desk taunted him with the reminder that heâd probably have to pull an all-nighter. The thought made his jaw clench. After everything that had happened that day, he muttered a curt, âFuck it,â and extinguished the last candle. The room plunged into shadow as he dragged himself toward the bathroom.
But then his attention snagged on the slightly ajar door leading to his bedroom. It wasnât wide open, but it wasnât shut eitherâa hesitation in its placement that mirrored her presence in his life. Maybe she didnât feel she had the right to close it entirely. Or perhaps she didnât want to invite him in.
Levi wasnât sure what possessed him to check. Maybe he wanted to ensure she was asleep. Maybe it was just an excuse, though he hated the idea of coming off as some kind of creep.
The silence in the room was oppressive, broken only by the sound of his footsteps. His sharp ears picked up no stirring from the other side of the door. She was asleepâcurled into a small ball beneath the blankets. Her face was peaceful, framed by a tangle of hair splayed across the pillow.
âShe looks young,â he thought absently, then corrected himself: Younger.
He pressed his lips into a thin line and tore his gaze away. âI shouldnât be doing this,â he muttered, retreating into the safety of the bathroom.
As he stripped off his clothes, a faint scent clung to the fabric. It wasnât unpleasantânot even closeâbut it was strong enough to make his body react in a way he resented.
âFuck,â he cursed under his breath, frowning deeply. âItâs not my fault,â he groaned, trying to shake the thought from his head. She wasnât in heat, after all. If she had been, heâd already be climbing the walls. He grimaced at the thought of what that wouldâve meantâboth a curse and a convenience. Her hormones would have made her eager, desperate even, and he⌠well, he wouldnât have had the luxury to hesitate. Instinct wouldâve taken over, and by now, it would all be overâmessy, but over.
But she wasnât in heat, and that was both a blessing and a complication. On one hand, it spared them both the humiliation of fumbling through something neither of them wanted. On the other hand, he was standing half-naked in his bathroom, trying to keep his thoughts clean while the girl he barely knew slept just a room away.
âItâs like jerking off to the thought of a coworker,â he thought with disgust. âNot illegal, but it feels like it.â
He needed a clear headâdesperately. Most of his squad had gone through their ruts recently, their youth amplifying every primal urge. She smelled too good for a group of young, horny alphas to ignore. A cold shower mightâve been the smart choice, but the chill of the rain earlier still clung to his skin, and he just wanted to collapse into bed.
His bed wasnât an option, thoughânot tonight. Instead, he grabbed a pillow from the couch in the corner of his office. He propped it against the armrest and sank down, throwing a thin gray blanket over himself. His head rested against his arm, and his other hand lazily scratched at his stomach, the hem of his shirt riding up. The dim glow of the moonlight played across the room, and he stared at the ceiling, eyes heavy but his mind restless.
âWhat the hell am I going to do,â he murmured to himself.
The sharpness of his fags could be perceived by his tongue that, under the foreign texture couldnât stop feeling it. That, the thickness of his saliva and the clear feeling that his loose pants were perhaps a bit tight. It was obvious, she smelled too good, his own nature being highlighted by the time of the year and, in particular, the lack of exposure. Frowning and sighing loudly, he rolled over to a side searching for a position comfortable enough for him to fall asleep into.
Sleep came eventually. For Levi, sleeping on a couch with a makeshift pillow and a mission-worn blanket was a luxury compared to the alternatives. For once, exhaustion was kind.
On the other side of the room, her mind kept replaying the scene.
âDie. Just go. Youâre making this harder for me,â she whispered, gripping the edge of the small French balcony of the borrowed household. The late-night air was cold against her skin as she stared down at the street below. It was late, the streets below barely lit, and her eyes darted nervously toward the door of her room before returning to the darkness beyond.
The young man standing below, dark-haired with striking gold eyes, still wore his military uniform. He looked up at her with an pleading expressing, âCome on, Y/N,â he called up, his voice a mix of desperation and imploring. âAre you really going to let it all go? I can talk to someoneâsomeone higher up that with whatâs going on. We can change this. You donât have to do it.â
Her grip tightened on the balconyâs iron railing, her knuckles white with tension. She shook her head sharply, pressing her forehead to the cold metal. His words only deepened the ache inside her. Referring to her loss of the season to âwhatâs going onâ made it sound trivial, dismissive, when it had torn her apart. âStop it,â she whispered. Her voice trembled as she added, âIâm doing this for my family.â
âYou donât deserve this,â he said softly, his eyes locked on her. âYou deserve the life youâve worked forâjust as much as your siblings do.â
âY/N!â
The shout startled her, and she flinched, slamming the window shut as the door to her room swung open. She spun around, pressing her back against the glass, hands behind her to brace it closed. Her heart thundered in her chest, afraid of being caughtânot by her two-year-old sister, but by someone who might hold more authority.
âWhat is it, Mae?â she asked, forcing calmness into her voice as the toddler raised her arms to be picked up. She obliged, hoisting the little girl onto her hip before sitting on the bed, her exhaustion evident. Her tangled hair framed her face, damp from the cold towels sheâd used to try to soothe her pounding headache.
âAre you leaving because I used your makeup?â Mae pouted, her large, curious eyes searching Y/Nâs face.
Y/N managed a tired smile. The memory of her two younger sisters destroying her makeup a few days earlier flickered briefly in her mind. Back then it had infuriated her, now it seemed like a distant worry. âNo, Mae. Iâm leaving because Iâm getting married. Remember?â she said, her tone soft, trying to explain in a way the toddler could understand.
âWhat about being princesses?â Mae pouted harder.
It broke her. Tears welled in her eyes, and she pulled her sister into a tender hug. The pounding in her head and the dull ache in her lower belly were relentless, her body rebelling against her refusal to conceive this seasonâas if sheâd had a choice.
Mae was innocence incarnate, her wide-eyed questions too pure for the weight they carried. But her older brother, on the other hand, had been no help. Sheâd found one of the WANTED posters of her soon-to-be husband plastered on her dressing table as a joke.
âYou think this is funny?!â Y/N snapped, shaking the boy by his shoulders. Her anger surged, raw and unrestrained, but she bit back the urge to slap him. âIâm doing this for you, idiot! For you, for Ed, for Mom!â
âYouâre not in charge,â the boy spat, his voice cracking but defiant. âDadâs home, remember?â
The arrogance in his tone made her blood boil. Ever since their fatherâs return, the boy had become insufferable, emboldened by his status as the favored child and the budding dominance of his alpha nature.
âYou want to be a man so badly? Then act like one and know your place!â she hissed, shoving the crumpled poster into his chest.
âYouâre marrying a subversive,â he sneered with disdain, parroting words he clearly didnât understand.
âIâm marrying someone whoâll make sure you donât have to live off scraps and pity from the military, you little fool!â she snarled. Her hands trembled as frustration and heartbreak collided.
That memory dissolved into anotherâcurled on her bed, her body wracked with cramps. The bathroom light, still on, spilled into the room. From the cracked door, she could hear her parents arguing. The light from the corridor illuminated the carpeted floor by the ajar door, casting her parents' distorted shadows like a muppets show against the ground.
âShe needs to rest,â her mother said, trying to placate the manâs rising fury. âThese things happens ââ
âSheâs ruining us!â her father screamed. âThis was our chance, and sheâs screwing it all up!â
Her sobs grew louder, muffled only by the pillow she pressed against her face. She lay with her back to the slightly open door, as if trying to shield herself from the conflict. They had been arguing for a while about the possibility, the events all pointing in one direction. That alone had fueled this outrage. âHow am I going to tell them?â The thought made her chest tighten with anxiety.
They argued over a possibility, now she had to confirmed them that it was a reality. Only minutes ago, she had walked to the bathroomâthe golden light of the candle still flickering there. When her fingers came away stained with blood, the confirmation of what she already knewâher heat had passed, her body rejecting what it was supposed to do.
âSheâs not doing it on purpose!â her mother argued.
âThen fix her! Give her some calming tea, call the damn doctor, do something! You think he'll keep her if sheâs not useful?!â
She gripped the pillow tightly before tossing it over her head and pressing it hard against her face, as if she could make the world vanish for a moment. Silently pleading for the shouting to stop. âPlease⌠just stop.â
None of the memories from the past week came to her in order; they just replayed chaotically in her mind. When her tired eyes fluttered open in the dim light of the room, she realized she had been tearing up in her sleep. The shadows cast inside the room werenât her parents', and the voices werenât theirs either. Sitting up slightly, she became aware of her surroundings. The sheets felt rough, and the mattress was smaller than what she was used to.
The memory of when she had fallen asleep completely eluded her, but the clock on the nightstand indicated it was already morning. She couldnât tell by the window; the rain was still pouring heavily outside. The hushed whispers of two people on the other side of the room made her debate whether to sit up or feign sleep. She quickly chose the latter as the sound of someone opening the door reached her ears. Curling up in the bed, she pulled the sheets over her face, nearly hiding herself entirely.
With her face almost fully covered, the scent of the bed surrounded her. There was something subtly unsettling about the lingering fragrance of someone else on the sheetsâa constant reminder that this wasnât her bed. Yet, it wasnât unpleasant. Quite the opposite, it was oddly soothing. Her decision to pretend to be asleep shifted into the realization that she could drift off again. Perhaps her subconscious was taking over, responding instinctively to the alpha's scent that enveloped herâa primal comfort, making her feel safe and protected.
â
âHi~â came Hangeâs singsong voice as they opened the door without knocking. âKnock, knock,â they added playfully, as if mocking the concept of knocking before barging in.
Levi, standing in the middle of the room with his uniform half on and a toothbrush in his mouth, turned to glance at them with a raised eyebrow.
âOh, I thought youâd be less ready at this hour,â Hange remarked, stepping fully into the room.
Levi spit out the toothpaste and wiped his mouth with a towel before muttering, âWhat are you doing here?â His eyes landed on the tray they carried. âAnd with a tray?â
âI brought breakfast for the newlywed couple!â
âShh!â Levi hissed, moving swiftly to grab the tray before Hange accidentally dropped it. He motioned for silence, his expression stern. She was still asleep, and the message was clear.
âSorry, sorry,â Hange whispered. As Levi set the tray on the coffee table and resumed getting ready, an unusual silence settled between them. It didnât last long.
âSoâŚâ Hange began, their curiosity bubbling to the surface. âHow was it? How is she?â
Levi ignored the question, muttering a vague reply through clenched teeth as he moved about the room, clearly trying to avoid the topic.
Hangeâs sharp eyes followed him, their face shifting into a grimace as the tension grew. âIâm not exactly a purebred alpha,â they finally said, âbut⌠you donât smell very taken to me.â
Levi, who had just sneaked inside his room a little while ago to pick up his stuff, sighed loudly and stopped moving, giving himself a moment to respond. â⌠I couldnât,â he admitted finally.
Hange pressed their lips together, unusually quiet for a moment. When Levi turned to face them, their expression said it all.
âCome on,â Levi snapped. âYouâre a non-stop talker, and now you shut the hell up? Say something.â
âIâm⌠finding it.â
Levi rolled his eyes, grumbling in frustration.
âOh boyâŚâ Hange finally ventured. âWell. Maybe she was just tired? Tonight, after sheâs settledââ
âWe agreed I wouldnât do it if she didnât want to.â
The blank stare Hange gave him was enough to make Levi snap. âWhat did you want me to do?!â
âI donât know?!â Hange exclaimed, throwing their arms in the air. âClaim her? Maybe?!â
From an outsiderâs perspective, the exchange might have been hilariousâtheir expressions exaggerated, their words intense, yet still whispered fiercely to avoid waking her.
Levi scowled. âWell, excuse me. Excuse me for not being a fucking rapist.â
Hangeâs attempt at a lighter tone wasnât helping. âSome would argue that you areâyouâre an alpha, after all.â
âYouâre an alpha too, you idiot,â Levi shot back, finding no humor in their dark joke.
âHardly. Iâm more beta than alpha.â
Levi ran a hand through his hair in frustration. âYou shouldâve seen the puppy eyes she gave me. Iâve got fucking lots of kinks, but thatâs not one of them.â
Hange clicked their tongue and shook their head. âOmega puppy eyes⌠the deadliest weapon of all.â They crossed their arms, leaning back thoughtfully. âZacklyâs going to kill you, though.â
âTch.â Levi rolled his eyes. âHe can suck my dick.â
That made Hange laugh more than they should have. âSeriously, thoughâwhat the hell are you going to do with an unclaimed omega in the middle of a military facility? I can catch her scent, and Iâm a low-breed alpha.â
âThatâs what I was hoping youâd help me with,â Levi admitted, reluctant to ask for help but clearly out of his depth.
Hange didnât answer, instead moving toward the door.
âNo, no, no,â Levi muttered, darting across the room to stop them, but they had already cracked it open to peek inside.
âYouâre going to wake her up,â Levi hissed, his whisper dropping to an even lower register.
Hange ignored him, their eyes fixed on the small portion of her face visible above the sheets. â⌠What about a convent? Maybe I can talk to a priest.â
âA convent?â Levi echoed in disbelief as his exasperation grew âThatâs your solution?â
âEither that or bars on all the windows. No one gets in, no one gets out.â Hange turned to him, smirking.
Levi shot them his best deadpan expression. âWeâve gone from a convent to a prison. And youâre supposed to be the brains here?â
âI gave you a solution,â Hange retorted, leaning closer as their whispered argument continued. âClaim her.â
âI canât!â Levi snapped, his frustration boiling over.
âThen trust,â Hange said, spreading their arms in a gesture of faith. âThen trust our soldiers. I trust themâtheyâll behave,â though their tone sounded less certain with each word. âMaybe Jean will get a little too excited, like a puppy with a new toy, but heâs a good kid.â
Leviâs flat expression didnât waver. âYou trust Floch around her without me in the picture?â
The brunette, who had been sporting a confident, almost cheerful smile while defending the few original members of the Scouts before they were nearly wiped out, suddenly shifted to a serious, defeated expression. Waving a hand in the air, they muttered, "You made your point loud and clear."
The silence that followed was thick, as both stood by the door frame. Levi, arms crossed, was deep in thought. Meanwhile, Hange continued to stare at her, their eyes scanning her face across the dimly lit room.
"Iâll just⌠lock her up here for a couple of days until her scent calms down. Itâs not ideal, butâ"
Leviâs quiet musings, spoken with a defeated tone, were abruptly interrupted by Hange muttering under their breath, "Sheâs hella cute, though."
Leviâs hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose, clicking his tongue in frustration.
"What? Canât I compliment your wife?" the brunette asked jokingly, still admiring the sleeping girl. They tilted their head to the side, trying to get a better view. "Youâre one lucky bastard."
"Four-eyes!" Levi snapped, using the old nickname he hadnât used in years out of respect for his friendâs new position. The commander chuckled. "Stop staring at her," Levi ordered.
"Iâm doing nothing," Hange shrugged, though their eyes remained fixed on the sleeping girl.
"I can fucking smell you, idiot!" Levi growled, clearly indicating that he could easily detect how Hangeâs body reacted to his new wife. The spicy, interested aroma they gave off was more than enough for Levi to know that Hange found her more than just pretty.
Hange barely contained a laugh, forcing a straight face to speak. "Question, and this oneâs serious," they said, their eyes twinkling. Leviâs tired expression only seemed to amuse them more. "If you two⌠ever get down to business, would you consider a threesomâ"
"DONâT HIT ME!" Hange quickly added as Leviâs hand moved with lightning speed to smack the back of their head.
"Shut the fuck up. Youâll wake her up," Levi muttered, but Hange was already caressing the back of their head where Levi had smacked them. "And over my dead, cold body. You heard me?"
"Ugh," Hange groaned, rubbing the back of their head with their left hand. "You purebreds⌠are so territorial. Youâre missing half the fun."
Levi remained with his arms crossed, eyes narrowing. "And youâll be missing your only remaining eye if you ever bring that shit into my room again."
When she woke up again, the clock on the nightstand read 11 am.
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Price would put his cigar out on your ass while balls deep :(
of course, he would. he has to mark you up and leave scars along your pretty body so everybody on base sees and understands that you belong to him... đŹ
it's his signature, pretty much. the captain with a very obvious and noticeable smoking addiction. he's the type to brush it off, excusing himself and saying it soothes his anxiety and the pain of lost soldiers, and that he could quit if he really wanted to. it's a complete lie; everyone knows it.
so when captain price has the new recruit bent over his office table, he feels that it's right for him to mark you up, to put his cigar out on your tight rear while he's stuffing your sticky asshole with his meaty girth. you sucked in a sharp breath, holding back tears at the burning, nipping feeling of his cigar against your cheek. you don't want to seem weak and pathetic, especially in front of your captain. you're a soldier for crying out loud! you have to appeal to him and meet his standards.
his rough and scarred hand grasps at your hip tightly, his blunt fingernails leaving indents as he digs his fingertips into your flesh. he slowly drags himself out of your pulsating, gummy hole before sinking back inside, his head thrown back, the cigar causing the room to stink of smoke, tobacco, sweat, and sex. your hole burns with his pace quickening, your thighs trembling as you fight tears, forcing them to sink back into your eyes and not spill down your cheeks.Â
captain price will tell you to keep quiet, to prove yourself as brave, strong, and worthy of the military, as he quickens his pace, the sounds of his skin clashing against yours filling the gaps between your cries for more.
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thinking about sweet data analyst!reader being quiet as a mouse always scaring the boys. scares them so much they think abt getting her a bell. lets get into some backstory bc this may be a mini series đ
contains: extreme fluff, ooc writing, love is used as a pet name, no pronouns used, references to DV pls read at your own discretion.
you were the new data analyst for the 141. before, you only worked with Kate, gathering and analyzing data for her but she thought you would be so much more helpful to the task force since their old analyst had retired. you were hesitant at first, not really wanting to be around a group of men. why should you leave your comfort zone?
this did not work with laswell. she had taken you in after you stumbled to the gates of the base, attempting to stop crying to give them an explanation and sporting bruises on your face and hands. luckily she had been there to meet with john when she had heard the guards complaining about a crying woman refusing to leave. she had helped you in more than one way. even allowing you to stay with her until you could find a job and move by yourself.
when she had found out you knew your way around computers, her face lit up like a christmas tree, telling you she had the perfect job for you. you were hesitant to take the job, knowing the work she did involved the military, you didn't know if you wanted to take the job. you had tried to convince her that it was fine, but once laswell has her mind made up, that's it.
thats how you ended up here, wanting oreos. you didn't mean to scare them at first. they were a little scary and you wanted nothing to do with them at first.
you just wanted the oreos but ghost was in the way, facing the opposite way with his head in his phone. you stood there awkwardly at first,not wanting to ask the big man to move but you really wanted those cookies. you stand there for a bit debating if you'll wait for him to leave the room or grow some balls and just ask him to move. you decided on doing neither.
you made your way towards him as quickly as you could; the plan was to just reach up and grab the chocolate cookies so you could go back to your desk before ghost could say anything. trying to get closer to the cabinet, you find yourself pushed up against the counter, a large hand wrapped around your wrist. when he realized it was you, he let you go with a big sigh. "scared the shit out of me. when did you get in here?"
"uh.. not too long ago." that was all you could muster, the man was too intimidating. you awkwardly shuffled towards the cabinet with the cookies and reached up to get them. mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. slithering back to your desk, you leave ghost stunned and only able to mutter a quick "bloody hell" before going back to his phone.
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the next time you interact with the 141 outside of working it's with gaz. from the small conversations you had, he seemed very nice with a kind smile and calming aura. this time you were trying to make your way to price's office to give him a manila folder with the information he requested. you had walked to the door but heard talking, maybe he was busy. you decided that you would wait to give him the folder so you wouldn't have to speak to whoever was in the office.
it felt like time was going so slow and by the time the person had walked out, you were leaning against the corner of the wall, head against the wall in a way that you had have to almost round the corner to be able to see you. you looked up, and the man look like he just had a heart attack. clutching his chest like he was clutching his pearls and purse and breathing heavily. "Jesus, love,gotta say something. have you been waiting out here long? you could've just came in, y'know?" all the questions were becoming overwhelming when you just gripped his lips to silence him.
it took his look of surprise and a bit of thought to realize what you did. you had just grabbed the lips of a soldier. not just any soldier but a heavily decorated soldier who was apart of The john price's task force. he could kill you faster than you can say you're sorry. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to, you just kept talking and i didnt know what to do. please don't kill me." you had finished your mini rant only to see him doubled over in laughter. he was in tears.
"did you just silence me?" he asked between laughs. you didn't understand what the hell was funny, this man is going to kill you. while he was still laughing and trying to get soap on the phone, you tiptoed into price's office to give him the folder, telling him that if he found you dead on base it was gaz before scurrying out of his office. john was left looking confused because he had just heard kyle laughing a few seconds ago.
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next was soap. sweet, sweet soap. he genuinely did his best to welcome you into their group, but you didn't really seem interested. he eventually just took any interaction you two had and replayed it in his head over and over again. you were just so sweet, how could he not? you still got lost on base sometimes since everything was one monotone grey and everything looked the same. and it was just your luck that the only people around were new recruits and other people you never spoke to. turning, you see soap heading toward the mess hall.
when you sped up to catch him, he's surprised. he even did that cartoon cat jump they do before running off. he started saying something in a language you don't understand when you cut him off. "not sure what you're saying but i agree. anyway, where's the gym? i need to ask ghost a question." he was shocked to see you turn around and wait for him to lead the way. he couldn't help the smile that came across his face. such a hasty girl; you always said everything you needed to say as fast as you could before turning away, giving him a look at allat movement back there.
he laughed again before helping you find ghost. and you still don't get why these men find you so funny. there is nothing funny about them being so scary.
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lastly, we got my husband john. he was made aware of your situation and why you acted the way you did before you started working under him. he couldn't help but think you were a sweet, hard working little thing. never with much to say, and so skittish. he may have told you that he doesn't know how to access the files on his computer just so he can see you come to his office with a folder. is it a crime to want to see such a sweet face?
john had told you he would like to see you after debriefing and that he would just let you know. but you had already finished your work of the day an you spent your free time playing whatever games you could access on your computer. you eventually started to feel restless so you decided to sit in price's office until he got there. there was a couch in a corner of the room, worn but comfortable. you could imagine the boys laying on the couch talking mindlessly to john.
you had sunken into the corner of the couch, curling up in a way that you would have to step completely into the office to see you sitting there. it had been a good 10 minutes of sitting in silence before you heard footsteps approaching the door. you couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but it sounded like john was on the phone. he, not long after, walked into the room, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear with a stack of folders in his hands.
"-exactly. yeah i'll be on it right away. bye." and as he's turning around, you're sitting up straighter and he yells. and i mean one of those old people, "help i've fallen" type of yelps; and he drops his files on the floor. you just give him a blank stare.
"good God. when did you get in here?" you just shrug, brushing over the question. "what was it that you needed from me sir?" that's when he knew, you were going to be the death of the 141. literally.
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So, i've read through a lot of your stuff, and its giving me instant serotonin, and i already love your writing, I also have a rather interesting ask, and you can completely ignore it if you wish to, but!- TF141 + Alejandro and Rudy learning that the new addition to their team is a bit younger than them(around 17-19), and a bouncy ball of ditzy airheaded-ness, and actually sees a them as Brother/Father figures? A little bit of a comfort for those, and myself included, who have platonic attachments to these badass men!
Your relationship with Price comes the most natural. He has always had an overwhelming desire to nurture and mentor those who are close to him- or those that he believes could become close to him. Considering he recruited you, he definitely saw you as one of those lucky few. You are a bit of a mess, needing some serious fine tuning, but you have an obvious want to learn and you soak up every bit of information he shares with you. He sees a lot of himself in you. He was only 16 when he joined the military and he wished he had a mentor to guide him and teach him so he didnât have to learn from his mistakes, (not that he wouldâve listened).
He was also the gateway to getting the other TF members to trust you- especially Ghost.
There is a lot of uncertainty in your job, but one thing you can always count on is that Caps got your back. You need a place to crash on deployment? He has a guest room. You need life advice? He feels like he hasnât done anything right- but heâs been through enough things to know a thing or two. You had a nightmare? He office door is always open.
Heâs a bit over meeting new people. And he lets you know that. For a long time he saw you as a reckless pain in the butt- a risk. You were a powerhouse on the field, yet you lacked that certain refinement. It wasnât till he saw you and Price during a training. The Captain had your full attention and he saw an eagerness to learn that he hadnât seen for a long time. He decided to give you a shot, throwing out tidbits of wisdom to see how you would respond. It would always surprise him when you not only listened but implemented what he had told you.
It was like a switch had flipped in his brain and he became the older brother that he had always so desperately tried to push down. He knows all your little quirks. What gets you fired up. What calms you down. Heâs incredibly observant and it feels like he knows what you need before you do.
âKeep sleeping, Iâll cover your watch.â
âIf you forget your MRE one more time.â He huffed taking out the said MRE you forgot out of his bag.
Heâs the definition of tough love. His toughness keeps you grounded and on track. His loving side makes sure you are always taken care of (even though he wants to strangle you daily) and the first time you introduce him as âyour brotherâ he nearly had to excuse himself to dry his eyes.
Youâd think that the two of you would be partners in crime. Running around, causing trouble, giving everyone a headache. While the two of you do have your moments, Soap understands his responsibility as not only the elder, but the ranking officer in your relationship. Outside of the work the two of you are as thick as thieves, but out on the field it a whole different story. Heâs serious, taking his self appointed job as your mentor to heart. This is the first time heâs taken someone under his wing and he is not going to screw it up. He teaches you as much as he can, as much as you need to not only be safe but successful.
The change is a shock to the TF at first, but they admire the way Soap âages upâ and it inspires them to do the same.
He doesnât treat himself of your âmentorâ or âelderâ he treat you as though you two are equals. He treats you with respect and never talks down to you and he makes sure everyone else does the same.
The two of you hit it off instantly. Snarky comments are constantly flying back and forth between the comms and despite their better judgment the rest of the TF can just fight back a chuckle. He teases you relentlessly (out of love). All you have to do is make one slip up and this man will never let you forget it. But he also makes sure that if he can dish it out, he can take it too. This results in the two of you laughing hysterically, doing your best impersonations of each other. After long missions the two of you can often be found on the couch fighting over a blanket, watching your favorite comfort movies. You really are the sibling he never knew he needed.
Like Price he sees a lot of himself in you. You have drive. You do have a tendency to be a little too aloof for your own good, but itâs nothing he canât handle. He embraced you with open arms and makes you feel like youâve been family for decades. Heâs hard on you and demanding, but itâs just because he knows what you are capable of. He understands the trust you place in him and will do everything in his power to live up to the image you have of him in your head.
You have a permanent room in his house. He always makes sure to have the ingredients to your favorite dish on hand just in case you had a hard day. He makes sure all of your trainings are up to date so you have every opportunity to make it out alive. You are so important to him and he never lets you forget it.
Heâs wary of you at first. Even after Alejandro welcomed you with open arms. He saw you as a flight risk and he didnât want to end up dead because of it. It wasnât until one night you confessed how much you looked up to him- how you wanted to be like him.
He had misjudged you, and he apologized for it. He made up for lost time by going out of his way to be extra kind to you until it just turned into a habit. You and Alejandro both wear him out, he wouldnât trade either of you for the world. Heâs the voice of reason when you get ahead of yourself and heâs always the one who slows down and explains things to you when you find yourself lost. His patience seems almost endless and you thank his everyday for it.
Thank you for your kind words! Hope you liked this.
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a/n : i know i said i won't write smut for a while but... i blame it on these two i had to đ
warnings : smut (you know what to do with that), uhm the basics stuff i guess?!, blowjob, implied open relationship
Eiffel Tower (f! reader)
it started as a stupid challenge from the internet. it was a dumb bet, one you had mentioned to both Konig and Ghost. "who doesn't jack off for a month gets a reward" you purred to the two. initially, both of men had it easy. they were military men, having sheer and concentration of steel. that was, until, in the middle of November, you bought big guns. you were parading around the base with a seduction of Persephone and the beauty of Athena. Ghost had to excuse himself to release some steam, fighting his raging boner to the point the dummy in the training room broke. Konig is fuming under his sniper mask, the bulge in his pants were obvious. it's the way you glance at him that made him feral and he was tempted to touch himself or just slam your body on the wall to fuck you to the point you pass out.
alas, the two made it.
you gnawed your lip, determined to sabotage the two the best as you could. you slid to Ghost's office, making sure the uniform is showing some skin to him. his groan was muffled and he had to reposition himself. when your hands went to linger on the area of his crotch, he looked at you. a warning. "no touching, remember?". another failed plan.
you took matters in your hands, going into Konig's room and waiting for him on the bed, your hair down and pants gone. he entered and almost stumbled. still, he picked up your clothes and wore it back on you. he handled you like a toddler as you scowled. "wait!" you said when he left with a boner straining his boxers.
it went on and on, this sabotage of yours. none of them worked. you were getting annoyed, glancing at the calendar to see it's already the ends of November. the clock rings it's December and your door burst, two men towering over you.
you wanted to chuckle at their desperate actions as Ghost turned off your laptop and Konig carried you to the bed. you yelped as he threw you on the bed, biting your lip in excitement. "fucking hell, never going to entertain your ideas again princess" Ghost voice was deep, his hands hastily unfastening his belt. Konig gripped a fist of your hair "Ja, next time we're fucking you whenever we want to" he whispers as your insides tingled with excitement. he lifts his sniper mask as kisses your face but not on the lips. he rips off your uniform and discarded it on the floor. Ghost has already pumped his fist around his cock, observing how your pretty neck is getting strangled by Konig. Konig brings big hands to your neck as you giggled, his hands groping the flesh of your boobs. you panted in excitement and want as Konig latched on one breast, grazing his teeth on the nipple and with his tongue swirling the areola.
Ghost groaned, spitting on his hand and bringing it back to his cock. he pants, trying not to cum just yet. he slaps the other boob of yours and flicks the nipple carelessly. "put that lovely mouth to a use lovie" he nudges the tip on your lips, the other hand under your jaw. your drool drips on his slit as he pushes it in with a grunt. "hah.. feels so good" he rasps. he thrusted with no pace, sloppy as he fists your hair and using your mouth as he pleases. his vision grow blurry as you hollowed your cheeks to take in his length more and naughty hands fondled his balls.
Konig has moved down, placing himself right between your legs. he licked the underwear you had on as he pushed them aside, not shy to plunge two fingers inside your salivating pussy. you whimpered around Ghost's cock as he bought his hand to your throat. "focus now". Konig chuckles, going straight to your clit, sucking it. you whimper again as his fingers moved in and out of you as his mouth works wonders, generous. he latched his mouth on the mound, leaving the area wet and slick as precum drips from your weeping pussy. your throat vibrates with pleasure as it got violated deliciously by Ghost. two men were making you feel good and you loved it. laying there and being used like a toy for their own. "don't get lost yet we're hardly finished" Konig whispers, cruelly slapping your pussy as your hips shifted. you screamed around Ghost's cock as his cum gurgled in your throat. "fuckkk.." Ghost pumped the last bit of cum, tapping on your tongue. "you got to try her throat, Konig. works far much better than your bloody hands" he says, not giving a care as you panted, dazed with heart in your eyes. Ghost and Konig changed positions as Konig turned your body, 69 style.
the Colonel wasn't going easy, immediately placing his cock into your mouth as he slurps on your pussy. getting cockdrunk, you made kitten licks on the tip and licked the whole length as he ate you out. you could see Ghost sitting nearby, his cock still hard and he's still pumping it out. you smiled, slobbering around his cock and loving the affect you have on both men. they were inpatient and hands couldn't stay away. Konig spits at the entrance of your pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out as you take his whole cock that was big just like he is. you choked as Ghost held your hair up and tying it with your hairband. "keep it up, Schatz" Konig raised his hips, suffocating you with his cock and bullying your pussy.
one thing was Konig always had to edge you, he was sucking your clit but when your insides pulse with need, he stops. "ah.. keep going please.." you whined, his cock in your hand. Ghost smiles behind his skull mask "this is what you get for sabotaging us. take it like a good girl yeah?".
at the cue, Konig brings your body up from the bed and on your knees. he brings his body behind you as Ghost went in front. their hands roamed your body, making it tingle and leaving you sweaty, moaning mess. it was slow as Ghost penetrated your mouth again with his cock as Konig spears your pussy with his. your eyes widened as Konig holds to your hips since your knees buckles and Ghost holds on to your jaw. the hold was firm as you take in the pressure, getting stuffed in each hole. they didn't moved for a bit before Ghost gently thrusts and Konig moves as well. it was heaven bliss as your hands moved to Ghost's thighs for stability as your insides are getting stirred. left vulnerable and naked, the two men used your body and was going to dump inside a month worth of cum. "taking us so good Schatz. this pussy misses us, huh?" Konig whispers, deep and shallows thrusts. "bet it does. she's a greedy one alright" Ghost voice dripped with tease as him and Konig punches their fists in victory.
victory of making you a sobbing mess that is. "mmh more! Konig.." you whined, Ghost's dick springed out your mouth as you huff. "hm, are you sure you're the one making rules here?" Ghost looks down to you, his brooding presence making you shrink as Konig pulls your hips back in a bruising grip and Ghost plunged your throat. you gagged as tears stain your cheeks and Ghost wipes it with his thumb. it was bruising and animalistic, how the bedframe shake with feral thrusts. Konig grabbed a handful of your ass, making sure it's sore by the end.
the two switch places as they flipped your body, this time on your back and cranes your neck, Konig viciously choking your throat as he could see the bulge. he looks to Ghost who's enjoying himself between your legs. your sweet nectar mixed with Konig's precum licked away by the lustful man, eager. Ghost taps your clit making your hips buck as the torment went on. you were sore all over as your limbs went out. you babbled as the two passed you over like a doll and the two were far from finished.
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warnings: angst, zombies.
When you saw the newly promoted captain walking over towards you in the mess hall, you stopped eating. The hair on the side of his head had outgrown in a messy way, turning his mohawk into a sorry excuse of a mullet. His face looked more exhausted than anything.
Soap stopped next to your table and nodded. You stood up, welcoming him.
âSir,â you greeted.
âSo,â he started, voice heavy.
Soap swallowed a chunk of saliva and looked down briefly.
âTheyâre M.I.A.,â he stated.
A ball formed in your throat out of nowhere.
By they, Soap meant Simon, Price, and Gaz. Their team was backup for the team that initially left to collect an important figure to the camp that you were staying at the moment. Neither team had been reachable since the last they were in the lightâprecisely sixty eight hours ago.
You had been waiting for Soap, specifically, to come to you. You knew the time would come when Soap would give you one out of three news. One, that the team had returned. Two, that the team was killed in action. Three, the team was missing in action.
It was option three. Meaning Soap came here to put you in a search team.
âWhen are we leaving?â you managed to ask.
âIn five minutes,â Soap answered. âCan you do that?â
âYes, sir,â you nodded.
âMeet me in the hangar, gear up,â Soap nodded.
Soap did not need to tell you more.
About five minutes later, you were on a chopper with Soap and three disposable soldiers that the base was willing to give you, save for the pilot.
You were not the only person who hated that it took them almost three days before deciding that they should send out a rescue team for their best personnels. All you could hope was that Soap did not punch another superior officer for this.
The team that Soap led for this search was dropped off on a roof of the building where Priceâs team was last known to be. Judging by the crowd of zombies surrounding it, it seemed they could not leave.
The door that gave access to the inside of the building from the roof was not locked. However, as soon as it was opened, about half a dozen zombies screeched from the inside and ran out towards your team. That batch of infected was easily handled by precise headshots that Soap delivered through his suppressed rifle.
The captain led the team in with you on the far back, making sure you had everybodyâs back. When his round was empty, the second in line would take over his position as Soap moved behind you. The cycle went on like that.
Room after room, your team cleared all the infected. Dead bodies falling limp to the ground, being piles of new furniture. Everything went well, the flow your team had was a flourish of perfection. It did not take your team too long before you started making your ways downstairs.
About three floors down, you were finally upfront in the marching order. Unlike the upper floors, this floor was cleared. Infected were already on the ground, save for the half dozen that was roaming around the hallway.
Your heart, if it had not already, beat faster. You gripped your rifle tighter. There were hardly any infected in any of the rooms. By the state of it, whoever it was must have made quite the ruckus that caught the attention of the remaining zombies.
You pushed forwards, feeling nervous of what you might or might not find.
By the end of the hallway, you saw a zombie that seemed to be out of place. The other zombies wore either civilian or scientist uniforms whereas that one wore a military uniform and he seemed to be Gazâs size.
Before that zombie completely turned around, you shot a bullet through the back of its head and watched it fall to the ground.
You gazed back at Soap, sharing a knowing look that your friends might have met the end of their lives here.
Soap, then, nodded you to go ahead.
You walked up, passing that last zombie in the hallway, feeling your heart being held by a taunting, invisible hand. When you looked down, however, you felt a breeze of relief seeing that it was not Gaz.
Soap knelt down next to the body, fishing the fallen soldierâs dog tags. He took a moment to look at it before pocketing the metal. He looked at you before signing at you to go ahead and check the remaining door.
The taunting, invisible hand returned to hold your heart in its palm, tight and ready to squeeze.
You stood to the side of the door while Soap stood on the other side of it. You reached a hand towards the knob and after making sure that everyone was ready to go, you twisted it.
It was not locked, but the door was not opening. As if there was something heavy blocking it from the inside. You looked at Soap.
Soap pounded the door twice with the side of his fist. There was no response.
âPrice?â he called out.
Still no response.
After a moment, Soap looked back at you.
âDo you want to crowbar it or axe it?â you offered.
âCrowbar seems safer. One violent whack instead of multiple,â Soap said. âOr we could just push. Thereâs five of us, whoâs conscious and have the ability to give a push with full force.â
âPushing it is, then,â you nodded.
Soap took a moment, scanning the team.
âFour of us push. You stand by the opening in case thereâs infected inside ready to eat us alive,â Soap stated, looking at you.
â10-4,â you nodded, raising your rifle ready.
The four started pushing the door. A squeak of heavy wood against the floor echoed as the door started parting. You held your rifle steady, ready to shoot or put your weapon down if needed.
Your heart beat faster as your breath pumped faster. Nothing was showing up from the other side. So, as soon as the door was opened enough for you to slip through, you did.
Starting from the immediate corner, you scanned the room until you caught the gaze of a pair of milky eyes. Reflex went ahead of you and your finger pulled the trigger, shooting a bullet in between the pair of milky, dead eyes.
The corpse fell in slow motion. Or at least it was what it felt. The tall corpse with a skull mask seemed to be staring right into your soul as it limped to the ground. At that moment, the taunting, invisible hand turned into a twine of thorny vines that had your heart wrapped in it and it started squeezing so hard that you felt your heart might be bursting.
The thudding of that zombie falling was layered by a painful squeak leaking out of your throat. You ran towards the recently dead zombie and knelt next to it.
It was him.
It was Simon.
Thinking that you might have made a mistake of killing him by accident, you slipped his mask off. His face was not his anymore. It was something elseâs. Rotten, paled, infected.
You ran a gentle hand through his hair, holding back tears. You slowly looked up, ready to face the field captain. However, before you could turn to face him, you saw the dead bodies lined in the far wall of this room.
The dead bodies were laid down, set as if they were peacefully sleeping with their arms folded. Two of them had a bucket hat and a cap on their chest.
You looked at Simonâs dead body again. This time, you noticed the bite wound that was on his arm.Â
By now, Soap had shown up and knelt in front of you. The two of you looked at each other, not being able to say anything. The most he could do was put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it in hope to reassure you.
Carefully, you fixed Simonâs body to be positioned just the way the others were. You folded his arms before putting his mask on top of it. Then, you slipped his dog tags off his neck.
After taking a moment, you and Soap stood up and walked over to the lines of dead bodies. You approached Price first. There were multiple bite wounds on his arms that you could see. His dog tags were put on top of his hat. Gaz, with a huge bite wound that tore a chunk of flesh on his neck. His dog tags were next to his cap.
The remaining dead bodies also had bite wounds. Other than that, they all had perfectly aimed bullet holes in their heads. Whatever thorn that squeezed your heart earlier now did it again.
âHe was the last one,â Soap sighed.
âHe couldnât do it himself,â you said.
You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It was a while that you and Soap shared a look before he raised his radio.
âBase, come in,â Soap said.
An instant reply said, âThis is base. Anything to report, Captain MacTavish?â
âWe found them,â he stated. âTheyâre gone.â
The radio was silent for a long time.
âSorry to hear that. Get back here immediately, we have a situation,â the person on the other side of the radio stated before the line went dead.
Then, as if it was natural, Soap got you in his arms as you let out whatever gush of water your eyes made you let out.
Regardless of that order from the higher ups, regardless of dozens of talks that Soap gave about not having time to grief, Soap took a moment for him and for you. Just a moment of grief while you stood in the room littered with your dead friends.
a/n: should i apologise for this?
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fancy holiday party with simon đđđž warnings: alcohol consumption
Simon, as well the rest of the 141, being an integral part of the military, was invited to the annual holiday military ball. You practically had to drag Simon to the event, even though he was the one who received the invite and asked you to go with him. Itâs a rather posh occasion, having to dress up to the nines for the event. The towering venue, adorned with shimmering lights and the murmur of conversations alongside ambient music, reflected the grandeur of the occasion. You had worn your best attire, adorning your body with velvety and warm fabric. Simon wore his tuxedo, adjusting his mask over his face until he was content. The room was adorned with glittering decorations, officers and their dates swaying to the rhythm of the music. The snowfall outside the large windows added a touch of coziness, a serene contrast to the festivities bursting within the ballroom.Â
As the night wore on, the atmosphere shifted. The clinking of glasses and the lively conversations picked up, fueled by the spirit of celebration and the generous flow of alcohol. The guests and officers embraced the new atmosphere with open arms, a welcome contrast from the previously stuffy formality of the early evening. The room echoed with the sounds of holiday cheer, a blend of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses.Â
You and Simon continue to navigate through the crowd, approaching familiar faces and getting introduced to new ones. The lively energy of the alcohol-infused celebration coursed through the air, and you found yourself picking up flutes of champagne every couple of rounds around the room. The layers of formality that usually infiltrated military events melted away, displaying an atmosphere of genuine connection and celebration. Even the most stoic officers found themselves caught up in the festive spirit. The dance floor was flooded with slaphappy party-goers, soldiers and their dates spinning and twirling to the holiday music.Â
Simon, usually quite reserved in social settings such as this, revealed a different side of himself in the moment, a few drinks coursing through his veins. His rigid exterior softened, and a smile played on his lips as he led you in a dance that had everyone swinging and laughing with merriment. He even pulled up his balaclava to rest comfortably on the bridge of his nose. The camaraderie amongst everyone in the ballroom made your heart swell, and you couldnât help but feel overwhelmingly grateful for Simon having invited you.Â
Itâs midnight now, and the party is nearing its end. Simon guides you through the sea of uniforms and elegant gowns, his gloved hand firmly holding yours as you both approach the doors to the outside. You canât help but blush as his hand engulfs yours in a vice grip.Â
âWait, wait, we canât forget our coats before we leave!â you giggle, yanking him back towards the direction of the coatroom.Â
âRight, right,â Simon says, his voice laced with amusement as you pull him back.Â
You two approached the coatroom, but no attendant was there to be found.Â
âGuess weâll have to find them ourselves,â he grumbles slightly, dragging you into the coatroom.Â
The two of you stepped into the coatroom, engulfed by the lingering scent of rich, thick fabrics. The hushed rustle of coats enveloped you as Simon cracked the door behind you. Simon, ever the gentleman, found your coat and helped you into it, his touch gentle. As he adjusted the collar, you couldnât help but feel a sense of contentment and warmth.
You look up and his piercing brown eyes meet yours, a mischievous spark dancing within them.Â
âWhat?â you giggle, tugging at your sleeves.Â
Simonâs smirk deepens, his gloved hands lingering on your coat. âJust thinkinâ âbout how glad I am that you convinced me to come to this thing,â he says, his eyes holding a warmth that youâve rarely seen.Â
âWell, I'm glad I did,â you reply, a genuine shine in your eyes. âOtherwise, we would have missed all the dancing and,â you paused, your tone turning more mischievous, âour little stop in the coatroom.â
Simon chuckles, the sound resonating in the closed space. âBest decision I made tonight,â he admits, his fingers tracing a pattern on your coat.
A playful grin tugs at the corner of Simonâs lips as he pulls you closer. The distant sounds of the party seeps through the walls, but youâre too enraptured by the man standing in front of you to care about potentially being caught. His gloved fingers come up to delicately trace the contours of your face, and you grab onto the front of his tuxedo, pulling him closer to you. Simonâs touch was both gentle and possessive, his gloved fingers pushing into your hair.
Simon leans in, his breath warm against your ear. âYâknow, this has been the best damn military ball Iâve ever been to.â
You chuckle, the warmth of the compliment spreading through you. The air between you crackles with anticipation, and Simon finally leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The soft fabric of his tuxedo beneath your fingertips, the taste of his lips, the way his heartbeat felt against your own chest â every sensation felt intensified in the dimly lit coatroom. You tighten your grip on the front of Simonâs tuxedo, deepening the kiss. A muffled giggle escapes you as Simon presses you gently against the wall, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your neck.Â
Lost in the moment, you pull Simon even closer, the barrier of fabric and gloves doing little to diminish the intensity of the kisses. As his lips find yours again, the lingering taste of champagne on his tongue makes you shiver with warmth. You start to wrap your arms around his shoulders, hiking yourself up higher to press your lips against his harder, closer. Simon grunts as he brings his hands around your waist, beckoning you for more.Â
The sensation was both familiar and new, a heady mix of sweetness and warmth. With another shift, you feel coats and furs tickling your skin, causing you to squirm in his grip.Â
As the final kiss lingers, Simon pulls back, his brown eyes meeting yours with a mixture of desire and affection. The hushed rustle of coats and the muffled sounds of the ball just outside reminded you of where you were.Â
With a gentle smile, Simon tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âWe should probably get going before someone wonders where we disappeared to,â he whispers, his voice husky and low.Â
âYeah, we probably should,â you whisper back. âBut we need your coat!âÂ
âRight, yes,â he says, suddenly snapped out of the moment. Simon glances around the coatroom, spotting his coat hanging on one of the hooks. With a quick step, he retrieves it and slips it on, securing the buttons to keep himself warm.Â
You both emerge from the coatroom hand in hand, clearing your throat as though nothing just happened in the small room. You had to bite back a silly smile as you passed a few couples shooting you both questioning looks as you exited the coatroom.Â
The cold night air greets you as you step outside, and the snowflakes continue to fall gently, creating a serene ambiance. Simonâs hand remains securely in yours as you walk through the snowy landscape towards the base entrance. You snuggle closer into his side, trying to stay warm in the freezing temperature outside. The two of you walk through the snow-dusted grounds, the echoes of laughter and music fading into the night.Â
Simonâs breath creates puffs of mist in the crisp night air as he looks down at you. âThank you for being my date tonight,â he murmurs, his eyes softening.
You smile, falling snowflakes catching in your hair. âAnd thank you for inviting me, I had such a fun time,â you reply.
As you both make your way through the snowy landscape, the venue behind you begins to disappear, its twinkling lights becoming smaller dots in the distance. Hand in hand, you and Simon embrace the quiet beauty of the snowfall, the events of the night warming your heart.
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Heyyyy đ¤I really love your young! reader stuff they're what i actually need! Can i ask for a one with the 141 boys but instead of the reader being someone they work with she's a rescued hostage who had to be with them for a good while đ¤đ¤đ¤?
â first of all omg thank youuuu âĄâ¸(Ë áľ Ë )⸠second of all yes i love this idea !!
â tags: young reader, non-military reader, gender neutral reader i'm pretty sure, some violence and trauma, smoking, mostly fluff, not proofread im too cool for that as usual
⥠kyle finds you huddled in a corner curled into a tight ball during a firefight. he's frantic and a bit rough with you (to be fair, there are bullets flying pretty much everywhere) as he practically drags you with him to the team's rendezvous spot. except, once you both get there, he kind of realizes he doesn't know what to do with you, and you don't either.
⥠price is about to start yelling at kyle when he takes one look at you, terrified and practically clutching onto your rescuer, and backs down. he mumbles that they'll take you back with them and see that you're taken care of. simon and john don't say anything, just sharing a look between each other, both wondering how this would go.
⥠the safehouse is cramped, a small cabin tucked between cliffs in a dense forest. one rough path led for miles before it came to a better road. simply put, you were all going to be stranded there for a few weeks before they could get a pinpoint on your location and to retrieve the team. so, you all got to know each other.
⥠it takes you a fitful night's sleep (still close to kyle) and a quickly eaten can of condensed soup to start talking again. price coaxes your name out of you, and he smiles when you tell him quietly. despite his initial reaction everyone can see how quickly he warms up to you. ghost takes a little longer than price and john, but joins in on your card games with the other three soon enough (he waits until you've actually learned how to play the games to spare his patience).
⥠you tell them about who you were and they learn who you are over the worn card deck and more canned food. it takes you a little longer to talk about your hometown before it crumbled beneath lead, and longer still to talk about your family. they don't push you for it, and kyle sits with you and holds your hand when he finds you outside crying. price warns the younger man to not let you both get too close to each other, but it's hard to social distance in the tiny safehouse.
⥠it takes a couple weeks but you surprise them when you stop getting anxious when kyle leaves your side, and you stop looking out the window every few minutes when he leaves the cabin. price and john are hopeful while simon stays skeptical that the separation once you all get back to the base will be easy (on any of you, really).
⥠laswell manages to send out a helicopter to land in a clearing in the forest not far from the safehouse after three and a half weeks. your grip on kyle's hand is white-knuckled the entire time you're in the air. when you're all on solid ground again, the other three men walk ahead of you while kyle urges you further onto the airfield of the base.
⥠price and simon go off on their own while john joins kyle and you in heading towards the doctors on base. they explain everything you pass as you pass it, what's behind that door and who those people are and what's down that hallway. you keep a hold on kyle's hand the entire time.
⥠you finally separate from him when you're sitting on one of the beds in the doctor's office, a nice woman about a decade older than you talking to kyle and john in the hallway while you look around anxiously. after spending nearly four weeks surrounded by the 141 task force, you feel exposed and unprotected now, ironically.
⥠kyle comes back into the room by himself first to tell you how the doctor was going to talk to you and look over you for a little while until they can find you a new home. the hug you give each other is tight on both ends, and it takes a few moments for either of you to let go. john comes in to give you a short pep talk and ruffles your hair. he tells you you're stronger than half of the people here and gives you a pat on the back that lurches you forward slightly before the two men leave.
⥠the doctor can see pretty easily that you've become attached to kyle (and the other three, but more so the youngest). so before anything else, she works with you for hours over cups of tea and coffee and vending machine snacks to both establish what she's working with and to help convince you that you were safe here and safe without them by your side.
⥠it takes a couple of weeks for you to stop looking over your shoulder everywhere you went. people were nice to you when they weren't avoiding you; they treated you almost like a new animal, unsure of how you would react to anything (price had had a "word" with the recruits, basically saying if they did anything to you, it wouldn't be pretty for them). you still managed to make some new friends of some of the recruits. it spreads through base pretty quickly that people like you, and having the favor of the 141 task force certainly helps.
⥠it's still a huge adjustment for you to be without kyle and the other three men. you don't sleep for three days before they finally have to sedate you to make the dark circles under your eyes back off. you're jumpy and avoidant for a while, unsettled by the long hallways and the marching of boots everywhere you went. when you stray too close to where the recruits trained and hear barrages of gunfire going off, they find you hours later huddled in a closet behind a makeshift wall of cleaning supplies.
⥠the doctor works with you through all of it, and surprisingly still, you make good progress rather quickly. they thought it would take months for you to return yourself to a sense of normalcy, but within a few weeks you know the base layout and walk more confidently through it.
⥠the 141 men visit you when they can. kyle most of all, he finds whatever time he can to hang around you. he worries that his presence might not help you, but after a few weeks you're no longer reaching for him to cling to him whenever he's around. instead, you make him little gifts of cards out of printer paper or wood carvings that look a little wobbly but are still cute nonetheless.
⥠john and price still come around to play card games with you every few nights, and sometimes simon joins them. you don't see much of the ghost, but when he's around he sits next to you and helps you under the table to beat price.
⥠simon catches you alone trying to get a bag of chips unstuck from a vending machine in the middle of the night and helps you get it out (he nearly tips the whole thing over shaking it). he doesn't say much to you, but the hand lingering on your shoulder says enough, and you give him a hug and a quiet "thank you" for more than just the chips before being on your way.
⥠you stay on the base for a few more months. somehow john starts teaching you the basics of how to fight and defend yourself after everyone else has gone back inside for the evening. he says you're like a baby deer trying to learn how to walk with three legs at first, but you eventually start to be able to throw decent punches and keep your footing steady.
⥠at some point, you start venturing into the world off-base (chaperoned, of course). usually it's someone you don't really know very well going with you, but a few times kyle or john come with you. kyle goes with you shopping, being pulled along through the isles of shirts and pants and all kinds of accessories that your hometown's few stores never carried. he humors you when you take hours finding and trying on all types of outfits, and he puts up with your whining when he drags you out.
⥠john tries to take you to a bar to "socialize", as he deems it, but when he sees how anxious you are and how the loud bass of the constant music makes you jump every few seconds, he takes you on a walk along a quiet river. you both sit on a bridge for awhile, watching boats go past in the bay ahead of you and just talking about whatever crosses your mind. you tell him eventually that the doctors think you should be able to leave the base within the next few weeks.
⥠price keeps up your "training" with you. he teaches you plenty of different ways to take people down, which you figure you'll probably never have to actually use, but you like the time spent together. he gives you unsolicited fatherly advice a lot, and besides self-defense, he teaches you a lot of other practical things. you find yourself able to semi-reliably diagnose car problems and knowing the basics of how and when and where to go fishing.
⥠simon and you spend the least amount of time together out of the four men, but when you do, it's nice and peaceful. you find him outside smoking sometimes and stand beside him. once, he offers you a cigarette and you try it, only for him to laugh and take it from you when you cough up a lung. he finds you smuggling candy bars and other contraband to recruits and helps you figure out good places to hide your stashes.
⥠a few days before you're sent to your new apartment outside of the base, the team decides to throw a "little" party for you. kyle finds you in your room and tells you to follow him but refuses to answer your questions of why and where you're going. once you're closer to their common area, he makes you close your eyes and steers you forward.
⥠you hear scrambled movements and hushed whispers and when you open your eyes, everyone yells "surprise!" and starts coming up to hug you and congratulate you on your progress. there's colorful balloons and cheap party hats and streamers peppering the area, store-bought cookies and snacks and a cake in your favorite flavor with the word "CONGRATULATIONS!" written on it in icing all sitting on a table, along with plenty of alcohol. there's even a banner hung up on the wall above the way into the little kitchen (it's a "happy birthday" banner, john says it's all they had left at the store, it still makes you smile).
⥠the four 141 men are there, laswell, and some of your closer friends you made with the recruits, and a couple of nurses you had also befriended. the recruits and nurses get you gifts, a couple of plants, some cookware, mostly housewarming presents to take with you. laswell hands you a small well-wrapped box and card (she tells you her wife wrapped it for her), and when you open it, there's cash and a beautiful pocket knife for you to keep.
⥠after a few hours, people start filing out, bidding you goodbye and their best wishes. once it's you and the 141 men left, all slightly buzzed sitting around more cards, they pull out their gifts to you. price gifts you a box of expensive cigars (he says that if you don't smoke them you can still show them off), john gives you a poster of a movie you both had watched together and loved. simon gives you a hand-carved wooden figure of an animal you had once told him you'd had as a kid. kyle gives you a pin that you had pointed out at a store once, saying it looked just like the one your mother had always worn for formal occasions. you're already basically in tears when they hand you a list of their contact info for when you leave, then you're fully crying.
⥠the day you leave, they all escort you to the car that will take you there. they insist on carrying all your luggage to the car, not that there's much of it. you cry again, hugging them all tight. you'd said your goodbyes to them individually already, but now you were really leaving. john is clearly holding back tears and price keeps clearing his throat as if it were tightening with his own emotions. simon doesn't cry, but he hugs you extra tight. kyle hugs you last, telling you to not get into anymore trouble, to call them if you ever need anything, so on and so forth. he's the last to leave the sidewalk while they all watch the car drive away.
⥠as it turns out, the apartment they placed you in (a small one bed, one bath, but still nicer than your house before all this) is a reasonable drive from where price lives. he makes time for you whenever he can, and kyle often tags along. all four men and you meet up every couple of weeks for a daytrip in the area. somehow, you even end up bringing the four men closer to each other, too.
⥠they help you move new furniture in (with lots of cursing, but still happy to help you) and "oo" and "aa" over all the new decorations and pieces you get for around the place. they visit you at your new job after you get settled into it. you even stay friends with some of the recruits from the base, sending letters and visiting every couple of months when they're allowed.
⥠the new change is huge, but with their help, you become a full member of society once again. the team watches out for you, as always. they come to see you as part of the team itself, even if you aren't actually part of the military.
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Roommate AU #1
Characters: John Price, Kyle âGazâ Garrick, John âSoapâ MacTavish, Simon âGhostâ Riley, Gary âRoachâ Sanderson
Context: For convenience reasons and future things I have planned, youâll be sharing this really big house with all of the characters Iâll write these headcanons for. Why are you sharing this house? Just because I can. Iâll find a better reason later. This also includes Alejandro, Rudy, Graves, KĂśnig and Horangi. This is kinda like a peaceful AU, where they donât work military jobs. This can be read as platonic or romantic, I donât really care.
John Price
â˘Heâs the peace keeper in the household along with Rudy.
â˘He canât go without tea in the morning and itâs the first thing he does. If you drink tea and are awake just as early, heâll also make you a cup.
â˘Price is only half-awake in the morning, so heâll accidentally say yes to the stupidest things, because he isnât really paying attention.
â˘Maybe he could work as a police officer? I'm not sure if I can see him do anything else. Suggestions are greatly appreciated lol.
â˘I feel like heâd play chess. Or just like. Strategy games altogether. With anyone whoâs willing to join :D
â˘But mainly with Ghost and Alejandro. And KĂśnig if heâd have the balls to approach Price.
â˘If you decide to play with him and know the rules of whatever game youâre playing already, itâs no mercy mode.
â˘If you donât, or are still learning, heâll go easy on you.
â˘He usually can be found in the living room, kitchen or backyard.
â˘He isnât home for most of the day, due to his job, but he enjoys having dinner with whoever is available. He obviously favours Gaz and we all know it. That his adopted son after allâ
â˘Also, because heâs an old man, he goes on long walks for no reason
Kyle âGazâ Garrick
â˘Heâs somewhere in between troublemaker and just kinda chills
â˘I know this sounds very contradictory, but hear me out.
â˘He doesnât get in trouble often, but when he does heâs either having a mischievous day, heâs purposely messing with Price, his dad or the most common option; heâs being dragged along by Soap and Roach.
â˘Even if heâs being dragged along, he just films whatever bs Roach and Soap are up to though. They need a camera man!
â˘In the morning he also makes himself a cup of tea, but heâs awake later than Price is. Usually when breakfast is ready already
â˘Heâs a little groggy and sometimes grumpy in the morning. (Soap advice to you when you join the household is to not talk to Gaz before heâs had his breakfast and tea!)
â˘I can see Gaz spending hours in the bathroom in the morning and he ends up pissing everyone off, especially because Horangi, Alejandro and Soap also take ages in the bathroom
â˘Iâm not sure what heâd work as, but maybe a professional gymnast? Is that what theyâre called? Helpâ
â˘Or maybe a daycare attendant?
â˘I think heâd like cooking, so he usually makes dinner and lunch for everyone
â˘He has two lists; one with everyoneâs allergies, likes and dislikes, and one with the meals he makes for dinner for the week
â˘Sometimes heâs away for a week or two at a time because of tournaments he attends
â˘He doesnât mind sharing a bed if you have nightmares, or just enjoy close physical contact altogether. Especially during movies!
John âSoapâ MacTavish
â˘Chaos Gremlin #2
â˘Usually is the one to drag Gaz along
â˘His shenanigans usually involve but arenât limited to: drawing on sleeping people, mixing up salt and sugar, turning off the light in a room where people are, climbing on random shit, hiding peopleâs stuff & so much more These are all Roachâs idea btw, but you didnât hear it from meâ
â˘Will happily involve you in his shenanigans as well, you usually donât have a say lol
â˘Drinks coffee in the morning, hot chocolate if heâs feeling silly
â˘Heâs upset when people come after him for taking ages in the bathroom, he needs to style his mohawk properly!
â˘Constantly misplaces his ADHD meds, they mysteriously reappear on his pillow sooner or later
â˘He has this joking conspiracy, that there is a shadow man cryptid thing or a guardian angel giving him back his meds because no one in the house admits to placing his meds onto his pillow
â˘Works as either a football coach, PE teacher or freelance artist
â˘Still has a sketch book full of sketches and full-blown artworks of all kinds of stuff
â˘Has sketched/drawn every household member at least twice
â˘Also doesnât mind physical affection, especially not since heâs pretty touchy himself
â˘Also definitely mixes different shampoos together lol
Simon âGhostâ Riley
â˘Is always, and I repeat always the first one awake
â˘Also drinks tea first thing he wakes up
â˘Sometimes at ridiculous hours, like, no one needs tea at 2:53 AM! He disagrees
â˘Knows of Soapâs and Roachâs shenanigans, only watches them⌠usually, there are times where he does stop them
â˘Youâll rarely see him around when you first join the household, he doesnât quite trust you yet He also doesnât like change. âTism who? He donât know herâ
â˘The more he gets used to you, the more youâll see him around
â˘He likes to tell you his jokes if you happen to be awake around the same time as him, itâs a bonding experience!
â˘He works as a dog sitter or a bodyguard. There is no in between. I do heavily lean towards dog sitter though
â˘Donât touch him
â˘Unless he explicitly tells you itâs okay, that is
â˘Accidentally gives the worst side-eyes in history
â˘He is the shadow man cryptid/guardian âangelâ
Gary âRoachâ Sanderson
â˘Chaos Gremlin #1
â˘No one out-gremlins him
â˘Donât even try, you will fail
â˘I was thinking Party Planner, but my friend came up with Entomologist
â˘So, heâll do party planning as a hobby because I canât let go of that headcanon.
â˘90% of the parties he plans are insect themed birthday parties
â˘He also has a few pet bugs and Rudy hates all of them
â˘Also, all of the shenanigan ideas are his
â˘Usually can be found in trees in the backyard or in a random bush somewhere in the neighborhood
â˘If you donât speak BSL or ASL, heâll start carrying a notebook and a pen around for you
â˘Randomly stands in a corner of your room at night and T-poses because he thinks itâs hilarious
â˘Heâs like an outdoor cat, he sometimes isnât home for a few days but he always comes back home at some point
â˘Roach is also sometimes outside all day long and only comes back for dinner
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golden syrup [ john price ]
i had a vision, i also want money
cw: suggestive [not any nicer than with kĂśnig] , foul language, age difference [hes like 40 or smth], objectification?, typical confusing sugar daddy behavior, toxic relationship, fem! reader.
Sugar Daddy! Price, always buys you chocolates when he gets back from work, no matter how much you complain about it being unhealthy or bad for you it is, he just holds your waist and whispers in his gruff voice, "I love you."
Sugar Daddy! Price, who buys you a pretty dress for each military ball, amused by your adorable shyness, clinging to his arm as your hips sway besides his, the bespoke dress making you irresistible to look at. Luckily, the Captain is intimidating enough to glare down any pathetic, greedy man away.
Sugar Daddy! Price, who is too focused and stressed by work to realize how needy for him you are. Even when you stand beside his desk. Confused by all the military mumbo jumbo, you simply rubbing your knee against his thigh, leaning down to smell his hair, as you trace your hands across his shoulder, looking for him to turn his focus. But he doesn't, simply handing you his black card and shooing you with his hand, making you pout, pulling on his sleeve, but he doesn't turn. You were his relief, not his lover.
Sugar Daddy! Price, who comes out of his office in fury, a mess made by someone or another, as he grasps your arm, ignoring the pout the sat on your pretty plush lips from earlier, yanked you over to the nearest surface, bending you over as he practically tears your clothes off, letting you moan into his hair and neck as his lips taste your sweet skin.
Sugar Daddy! Price, who loves to take you on dates, loves when you prance in front of him in the clothes you're trying on, loves to buy you every piece of clothing you fawn over, let alone glance at, loves when you let him tease your clit in the dressing room of a lingerie shop.
Sugar Daddy! Price, who always buys you pretty jewelry with any diamond, gold, silver, or gem that you want. His favorite pieces being first, the diamond medallion he gifted you the first day he fucked you, and the second, being the thin, delicate anklet with his name, adoring the way it dangled over his shoulders every night, kissing the hot metal to soothe you as his he fucks you dumb.
Sugar Daddy! Price, who always sends you more money than you two agreed on, knowing you'll never deny him. Always has an extra band ready for you, a, as he liked to call it, "little" reward for the times he liked to make his little sugar baby into a sobbing mess.
Sugar Daddy! Price, who couldn't fathom the bubbling venom growing in the pit of his stomach, watching you laugh and giggle with another man, knowing exactly the name of this bitterness, refusing to summon the devil. He rushes towards you, towering over you as he looks as both you, and the man he recognized to be a new recruit. "Not for much longer." He thought to himself, grabbing your hand slowly, his movements controlled as his fingers constricted around your wrist like a snake. Lucky for you, his extra band came in handy.
Sugar Daddy! Price, who was merciless that night, not to be confused with his usual roughness, adoring the blush that adorned your round ass, the flesh burning from the searing hot strikes of his hand, each movement after the next making your mind melt, your little messy cunt squeezing desperately for him. He laughed, laughed at the way you squirmed, laughed at how you reacted when he teased you, he was laughing at you, his cute little stress reliever.
Sugar Daddy! Price, who never pulls out, "might as well get my moneys worth, yeah, little girl?" treating your shoulder like a jawbreaker as he bites down, teeth sinking into you plush skin, ensure that pathetic recruit would never dare to lift his eyes again. The smell of his intoxicating cologne, combined with the smell of the cigarette still lit in his left hand, making you only mildly capable of babbling his name as he buries himself within you.
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this was so exhausting to write but it was soo worth it.
also i cant be the only one that thinks price lowkey looks like a puppy, yk? i think its the mustache.
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afterglow
Series Warnings: Language, alcohol and drinking. Military inaccuracies. Allusions to and smut. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Unrequited love. Minors DNI. 18+. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger
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Chapter 4: Punished You With Silence
The room was silent after Jake's omission. Everyone stood there with wide eyes looking between the two of you.
The shock of the confession cause Coyote, Phoenix, and Bob to lose the hold they had one you.
Before they could stop you, you pounced on Jake, taking him off guard and knocking him to the ground.
"You son of a bitch!" You screamed at him as you landed a few good blows to his face. It took Rooster, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Bob, and Maverick to pull you off of him as Phoenix, Omaha, Fritz, Halo, Yale, and Harvard watch on in horror. A few of them went to go get help.
By the time all was said and done, you were sitting in Cyclone's office with bruised knuckles and Jake's blood staining your flight suit.
"Well, Lieutenant Briller, I hope you're satisfied with yourself. Lieutenant Seresin has a broken nose and will have to be grounded until it's healed." He tells you.
"He deserves worse." You scoff and roll your eyes.
"Lieutenant Briller. This is no laughing matter. I could have you court martialed and dishonorably discharge, but for some reason, far beyond my wheelhouse, Lieutenant Seresin begged me not to. He seems to have more grace than you do. Now, I don't know what entanglement the two of you have been in to get yourselves in this situation, nor do I want to know. All I know is that you two will have plenty of time to work through your issues while you are grounded for the next six weeks at minimum." Cyclone states.
"But, sir!" You protest. "There will be no buts, Lieutenant. I've made my decision, and that is final. You'll report for desk duty at 0800 hours tomorrow morning." Simpson finishes before he dismisses you.
You storm out of his office and head to the locker rooms to shower and change.
Once you're clean, you jump in your car and speed over to the Hard Deck. You know Jake and the rest of the crew are probably over there.
You push your way in and find them in their usual corner.
You march right up to Jake, who looks only a little banged up and jerk the pool cue out of his hand.
"I hope you're fucking happy, Jacob. I'm grounded and on desk duty for the next six weeks because of you." You sneer at him.
"I wonder why? Oh, right, because you broke my fucking nose. Be glad that I talked to Cyclone and told him not to arrest you. Yet another reason you should be thanking me." Jake chuckles.
"You are such a fucking asshole Jacob Seresin. Do you get off on being such a god damn menace to the world? Like seriously, what is your fucking problem?" You yell at him.
"You. You're my fucking problem. And you lost the right to call me anything other than Hangman the minute you broke my nose." Jake sneers.
"Oh, I forgot you hated being called Jacob. You didn't seem to mind me calling you that when you were balls deep in me though, did you?" You click your tongue at him. The rest of the squad watches on, afraid to intervene.
Jake freezes, unsure how to respond. "I don't even know why I'm here. You don't care about anything I have to say. You've made that abundantly clear that you don't care about anyone other than yourself." You scream at him.
"I've spent a year and a half of my life hung up on you, hoping that one day you would change. I can't believe I let you string me along and waste my time." You spit.
"And you want to talk about how you're the reason I'm here. I'm the reason you're here, Jacob." You grit out.
"What are you talking about, Glow?" He demands.
"When the Navy was recalling people for this mission, they asked me first. They wanted me for the mission. I asked if I would be flying with you, and I was told they weren't taking pairs from squadrons. They were afraid that when it came down to it, the pairs would he more loyal to each other than to the success of the mission." You explain to him.
"I told them I couldn't fly with another pilot. I didn't trust anyone else in the box. They understood and moved on. Three days later, you tell me you're going back to Top Gun and flying a single seater. I was loyal to you, but you were more than happy to throw me under the bus and gallivant into the sunset on your own." You finish.
"Y/N, IâI had no idea." Jake breathes out, visibly softer than before.
"Of course you didn't. You didn't care to ask. So before you go and act like you did me some favor by having me transferred here, make sure you have all the facts straight, sweetheart. As soon as my desk duty is up, I am putting in a request to be transferred back to Lemoore. Hell, maybe I'll request somewhere on the East Coast, I don't care at this point, just so long as I can get the hell away from you!" You take a deep breath before turning on your heels and walking out of the near silent bar. Just before you leave, you yell over your shoulder. "Too bad I couldn't have knocked out a tooth, too!"
You let out a shakey breath when you make it to your car. You'd just pulled into your garage when you let the tears fall. Once you had composed yourself, you vowed that these would be the last ones you shed over Jake Seresin.
.............
Desk duty was the absolute worst. You hated pushing pencils and not being in the air. You hated it even more because Jake was stationed right across from you, and every day, you had to look at his stupid, no longer perfect face.
He was also the worst office-mate. He clicked and tapped pens, hummed too loud, slurped his coffee, and never sat still. Everything he did agitated you.
You did your best to bury yourself in the paperwork. Jake, however, spent most of his time trying to figure out how to apologize to you. How could he tell you that he was worried you would reject him? How could he face you and say that he'd been in love with you since the first moment he met you. How could he tell you that he couldn't bear the thought of flying without you?
He needed help, so he went to the one person he thought might be useful in this situation.
"Bob, how do I fix things with Glow?" Jake asked him one day after work.
"Bagman, please don't drag me into your drama." Bob sighed.
"Bob, please, I'm desperate." Jake pleaded with him.
Bob sighed. He knew he was going to regret this. "In my experience, when my wife and I get into a heated disagreement, a good romantic gesture goes a long way." Bob told him before leaving.
A romantic gesture? Jake could work with that.
While Jake was trying to win you back, you were trying to stay as far away from him as possible. You were currently at your house with Phoenix, pouring your heart out to her.
"So the two of you have been doing this for almost two years?" She asked you, shock all over her face.
"Yep." You replied, taking a sip of wine.
"It was fine at first, but thenâmy feelings got in the way. I tried to break it off. We said 'one last time,' more times than I care to count. A few weeks ago, I asked him to stay the night. I'd never asked him that before. He told me I would, butâhe didn't." You breathe out.
"Do you love him?" Phoenix asked you. "I did. But he broke my heart. I let him break my heart. And the thing is, I'd take him back in a heartbeat. I'm not strong enough to tell him no." You sighed.
"Do you want to take him back?" Phoenix pressed.
"I just want him to care about me the way I care about him. But I know, even if he did, he'd never admit it. He's too stubborn. Plus, we could never go back to the way we were before." You admit to her.
"So, what are you going to do?" Phoenix asks you.
"I'm going to transfer. I can't be around him. I can't let myself be hurt by him again. He made his feelings clear. And I have to accept that." You tell her.
"I've already let the admirals know. In three weeks, when my suspension is up, I'll be able to go back to Lemoore. Got the papers today. My old captain said a spot is mine if I want it. All I have to do is sign them and turn them in." You say. She nods her head.
"You know you don't have to go, Glow." Phoenix tries to reason with you.
"I do, Nix. I've spent so long putting other people first. I have to take care of me." You assure her.
"Well, I guess we'd better make a bunch of memories these next three weeks then." She laughs. "I know everyone is at the Hard Deck right now. Want to go?" She asks you.
"No, I don't think that is a good idea. Plus, I have some packing to do anyway." You tell her. She hugs you before she leaves. You hang your head and turn to the pile of boxes in the corner of the room. You grab an empty one and begin to fill it. A few tears slip down your cheeks. You really didn't think you would be doing this again, packing up your life. You thought this would be your last station. But, life never goes according to plan.
..............
"Bagman!" Phoenix shouts at him as soon as she enters the Hard Deck. "Why must you yell Phoenix? My nose is already broken. Are you trying to bust my ear drums, too?" Jake groans. Natasha doesn't respond. She flicks Jake on the tip of his nose and grabs him by the ear before dragging him to a bar stool and forcing him to sit.
"Nat, what the fuck is your problem?" He asks her.
"My problem? Try what the fuck is your problem!" Phoenix tells at him.
Jake looks at her with confused eyes.
"Glow is leaving." She tells him. The rest of the squad had gathered around to see what was going on. Murmers that echoed the news Natasha had just given them swirled around the group.
"Glow isn't leaving. She was just mad and said that to be mean." Jake shrugs.
"No, she meant it. I saw her papers with my own eyes. She said she talked to your old captain and he said she could come back. All she has to do is sign her request papers and turn them in to Simpson for it to be finalized. She leaves in three weeks. She's already started to pack. Glow was being serious when she said that." Phoenix explains to him.
The blood drains from Jake's face.
"No, she has to be kidding. She can't leave." He stands up abruptly.
"She said she can't keep being around you. That it hurts too much because you'll never care about her the way she cares about you. She told me she had to put herself first for once." Nat tells him.
"But I do care about her. I've always cared about her." Jake defends himself.
"No, you don't, Jake. Not the way she deserves. You don't hurt the people you care about. You don't take them for granted." Phoenix tells him.
Jake wants to argue with her, but he knows that Natasha is right.
"I have to go talk to her. Right now." Jake exclaims before slamming some bills on the bar and running to his truck.
Think dark clouds hang in the air. By the time Jake makes it to your house, rain is pouring down.
He jumps out of his truck and runs to your door and pounds on the wood with his fist. It seems like he spends an eternity waiting for you to answer.
"Jake?" You say when you open the door. He moves to come in, but you block his way.
"What are you doing here?" You ask him. You take in the sight him him, out of breath and drenched from head to toe.
"Are you really leaving? Phoenix says you're leaving in three weeks. Please tell me she's lying." He gasps.
"She's not. I got my papers today." You tell him.
"Glow. Y/N, you can't leave. You can't leave me." Jake says, a sob threatening to crack his voice.
"Why not, Jake? You left me. You left me over and over again. It's my turn to do the leaving." You say. You see the hurt flash across his eyes.
"Y/NâIâ please. What can I say? What can I do to get you to stay?" Jake pleads with you.
"Nothing. I've made up my mind. You should leave. It's late." You say as you try to close your door. He wedges his foot to stop it.
"Y/N, please. I'm begging you. Please don't go. Give me another chance. Let me make this right. Please, Y/N. I love you. I can't lose you." Jake begs. Tears streak his face and mix with the rain drops.
"Oh, Jake. You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that. But it's too little, too late. In case you forgot, this was what you wanted." You tell him.
"Butâ" He protests.
"All you had to do was stay, Jake. I wasn't asking you to wake up the next day and confess your undying love for me. You broke my trust, you broke my heart, and you broke me." You told him.
"Glowâ" He reached for you.
"Stop, Jake. You made your choice, and now you have to live with it. Now, please, get off my porch." You said as you shut the door in his face, leaving him standing there in the rain.
Jake stood there in silence, staring at your door, rain pelting his skin.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to the wood.
"Glow, please. Please open the door." He begged you.
He waited, praying you would open in and tell him you had changed your mind. But as the seconds went by, he realized that your door wasn't going to open back up.
After accepting his fate, Jake walked back to his truck. He climbed in and sat the silence and shivered from the chill that was setting in.
Never in a million years could he imagine losing you. You brought so much warmth and light to his life, and now that he could feel it fading away, he knew he had to do somethingâand he needed to do it fast.
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Brass Balls. - OC Backstory.
pairing: F!OC: Kathleen "Brass" Moore x John Price words: 1.7K~ cw: yelling, threats, roasting (not even that aggressive really)
At the meager age of 23, Kathleen Mary Moore had succeeded in doing something that no one before or after her could get ever away with: becoming an unofficial charge nurse at the military hospital in Tidworth Camp.Â
And all thanks to one skill of hers: Conflict Resolution.
Well⌠more like⌠Resolution through Conflict.
Didnât matter if the person that needed their arse reamed out was a patient, a family member or a commanding officer. She had enough sass to last her a lifetime and metaphorical balls big enough to look a superior in the eye and call them a gobshite.
In her case, being a charge nurse means little else than being a glorified enforcer. Sheâd be called in by anyone, in any department of the hospital, whenever there was a Difficultâ˘ď¸ situation to be solved. And solve them she did.
Maybe it was the Leo in her, maybe it was the Older Daughter blood in her veins. Who knows.
Nonetheless, it earned her an unfortunate nickname: Brass.Â
Not just because, according to the other medical staff and even some low rank enlisted, she had âbrass ballsâ... but also because she had the brass (the high-ranked officers) by the balls.
And thatâs, unfortunately, the way she met John Price.
On March 28th, 2013, the Tidworth Hospital received an influx of 20 SAS soldiers that, although housed in the nearby Stirling Lines Garrison, didnât have a proper hospital at the base, and so, were placed in Tidworth for emergency treatment.
By April 7th, 2013, only one soldier of the group of 20 stayed behind, a Sergeant Craig Wallcroft, the rest having returned to Credenhill. Wallcroft wasnât under Kathleenâs care, being in a completely different department, but, eventually, she was forced to pick up his case.
Called to her nurseâs admin office by her Lieutenant-Colonel, Lieutenant Moore watched a small pile of paper being placed in front of her, 14 or so pages long.
âSergeant Wallcroftâs superior, a âCaptain Priceâ has been very insistent in the release of his SergeantâŚâ Lieutenant-Colonel Margot Ward, a no-nonsense greying-brown-haired woman explained as she stood face-to-face with Kathleen.
âInsistent, you say?â Kathleen asked, dipping her head slightly at an angle, an eyebrow raising in a display of displeasure. âWhatâs he done?â
âVery.â Margot explained with a sigh. âHe took to filing request after request for the release and clearance for combat⌠Then to filing transfer requests to the medical ward in Credenhill⌠To downright harrassing us with phone calls on the matter.â She revealed.
Kathleenâs eyebrows raised and her head pulled back at the chin in a look of utter surprise. To have someone abuse the online request system or maybe the email inbox of the department was one thing⌠But to downright shout down the phone line over this?Â
Oh, Kathleen was not happy, her hands already trembling with the anticipation of putting this man in his place.
âAnd, now, heâs sent one of his Lieutenants to⌠pressure us into releasing his teammate. The manâs shouted at Lieutenant Byers in the nurseâs station already.â Margot added.
That did it. Hearing that someone raised their voice at one of her closest friends? She didnât even want to imagine the state her friend Felicity was left in⌠the poor girl, always prone to tears.
âLeave it to me.â Kathleen said as she walked out of the room, marching away quickly.
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The trip to Credenhill was quick. It took no convincing at all for the helicopter pilot, who was meant to transpo Wallcroft back to Credenhill, to turn the chopper around to deliver her, and this Lieutenant he sent for him, Lieutenant Cameron, back to Credenhill.
Cameron then lead her across the garrison in the lightly pouring rain, to the training gym where âCaptain Priceâ was bound to be.
Her brown eyes flittered over the room very quickly, surveying it, to try and locate Captain Price. Most of the men there were on the young end, handsome-ish, muscular and strong, wearing tight clothing while they grappled and tossed each other around.
Before Cameron could lead her further into the room, she took two fingers to her mouth and let out a sharp, deafening whistle, that stopped all the sparring (and observing) soldiers, in their tracks.
âWHICH ONE OF YOU GOBSHITES IS CAPTAIN PRICE?!â She barked at the top of her lungs, the silence in the room so loud that her voice bounced off the walls.
One of the men straightened up from where he was sparring with another of the soldiers and he stood tall and imposing, even from across the room. âThatâd be me.â John said. âWho are you?â
âIâm someone thatâs sick and tired of your bullshit, Captain.â She told him directly. âNow, come over here, please.â She demanded as she beckoned him close with two fingers.
John approached with a certain swagger, confident steps and swaying hips, strong muscles wrapped by an army green t-shirt covered in sweat, beefy, burly and hairy forearms on display.
âNurse Corps.â He acknowledged her uniformâs patches as he came to a stop before her, standing a bit below her, a few steps worth of a height difference, as she stood on a catwalk, and him on the gym floor. âYou finally transferred my Sergeant?â
He was handsome. Bloody hell, he was handsome, stern blue eyes staring at her from below, stubble on his jaw that she knew would soon grow to be a thick shrubâŚ
âNo.â She replied as she set her hands on her hips. âYour Sergeant is still bed-bounded back in Tidworth, where heâll stay for the foreseeable future because as youâve been told many times by now, heâs not. fit. for. service.â
John looked at her blankly. âIs that what you came all this way for, little nurse?â He asked her with a cocked brow, his tone almost condescending. âThis couldâve been a phone call.â He added and turned away. âGet back to work!â He shouted at his team.
Oh, how she hated being underestimated⌠And talked down to.
She lunged forward and grabbed John by the collar of his t-shirt like one would to a naughty child and tugged him back with an aggressive pull. âGet back here, you wanker.â She demanded.
John turned to look at her, eye-to-eye, faces mere inches apart, as she finally let go of him. âYouâre gonna listen and listen good because Iâm not bloody playing around and I have NO PROBLEM embarrassing you in front of your troops.â She gestured to the other soldiers in the room who had not heeded Priceâs command to go back to work.
âYou have no qualifications to decide what your soldiers need or do not need when it comes to their health. Hell, I wouldnât trust you to tell your arse from your elbow considering the state of the First Aid that half of your soldiers came to Tidworth with.â She told him point blank, her hands now coming to rest on the railing of the catwalk that separated them.
Her voice grew louder with each word she spoke, venom slipping from her tongue as she continued her tirade. Her face had morphed into a wide-eyed, almost frantic look, her brows set low over her eyelids, and her jaw clenched tight.
âAnd even if you had qualifications, that gives you no right to talk down to me or my bloody staff. Iâve seen plenty of men like you in the last couple years and you all have one thing in common: hubris. You think that suddenly, what, cause you made Captain you can suddenly treat everyone as if theyâre below you?â She confronted him as she leaned forward, getting right in his face.
âJust because your ego suddenly soared sky high thanks to your spiffy new title and shiny medals, it doesnât mean that you can suddenly proceed as you fucking please. Your inability to fathom that your power over others is only in the scope of your immediate subordinates in the chain of command is not the Nurse and Medical Corpsâ concern. We have better things to do than deal with little men with fragile little egos.â She shouted at him, pointing a finger right in his face, her teeth catching her lips as she spat pure vitriol at him.
âSo you better hear me well and good-â She added and suddenly grabbed him by the front of the collar, tugging him close to her. âbecause I am not saying this again. If I hear so much as a PEEP about you, that you put in another request for Wallcroftâs clearance, or, God help you, that you called the nurseâs station and talked down on one of my sisters, again-â She warned him.
âIâll print out the stack of over 30 requests youâve already put in, come back here,â She pointed at the floor to mean Credenhill. â...roll âem up nice and tight and shove âem SO FAR UP YOUR ARSE that when I pull âem out your mouth, your teeth will work as a paper shredder. AM. I. CLEAR?!â Kathleen pointed her finger right in his face, almost poking him between the eyes with it.
John was dumbfounded. He had never been spoken to like this. Not since he became an adult. Even his mother wasnât this intense as she reamed him out when he was younger, and there had been plenty of times where he had deserved it!
So, Price simply stared at her and blinked slowly, his breathing having hitched and his heart beating like a war drum in his chest. He swore he could hear his blood flowing inside his ears. His arms hung limply on either side of his body as he kept staring into the fiery womanâs brown eyes.
âAM. I. CLEAR?!â She repeated herself, eyes still wide, pupils blown, as she glared right into Johnâs blue eyes, his own pupils blown.
âYes, maâam.â John ended up saying and nodded imperceptibly.
Kathleen let go of his collar and leaned back. âThatâs what I fucking thought.â She goaded in a vicious tone through her teeth.
Then, she turned around, facing Lieutenant Cameron and nodding at him before she marched off, forcing the lieutenant to rush after her to escort her back to the chopper, and leaving behind a stunned group of SAS soldiers⌠and her future husband.
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