#and then i said the price and he just was like “yeh”

[shmingleping]

It's always when I don't have what I want that my veins actually work.

[badchoicesworld]

how i think Hobie would react to GN!reader calling them their husband casually, even though they’re not married.

Hobie Brown x GN!reader

established relationship, of course

warnings: none

requests: open i am BEGGING for requests i’m so bored

hobie, hobie brown !

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okay, so we all know that hobie doesn’t believe in labels, but he also doesn’t believe in consistency so shhh

i’ve gotta imagine marriage is something he both hates and loves- the societal expectations for just two people to become legally bonded in these massive money wasting ceremonies just rubs him the wrong way

all a scam and propaganda to distract you from the truth with a passing moment of false sense of security, yeah ?

sooo if you just spontaneously call him ur husband one day, hobie is smitten because fuck norms am i right

like if it’s super off handed when ur with the other spider-people the brit is just so very overjoyed

“ay, yeh- you get that? you hear that? hus-band! that’s my hubby.” really enjoys spelling out the syllables, probably sling an arm around you at this point and is holding you so close while grinning like an anarchist that just tripped a cop into a puddle

you guys never called yourself labels like “partners” “boyfriends” or any of that, but Hobie’s a little obsessed w names like “hubby” and generally endearing names for spouses

isn’t a fan of the whole wedding band thing, yet another thing that’s robbing people blind with price of diamonds n shit

if you’re both comfortable just knowing that you love each other beyond what a piece of paper says, then he’s more than content to just happily know this and not do anything to beat the whole significance behind your guys’ rebellious approach to marriage

it’s your happy little secret how it went down. you both know it and your whole relationship has been a “we know we love each other, doesn’t matter what we call it or who else knows” kinda situation, because why would anyone else matter at point ?

that being said, mans less low-key around people like Miguel just because he loves to do everything in his power to make his life just a bit worse, because fuck authority

will talk about a non existent honeymoon that simply never happened, there are dozens of different retellings of this event that are completely fabricated

“remember on our honeymoon? when we- yeah, that’s it. still can’t believe we took down that syndicate.”

“Nah, they’ve got it. On our honeymoon, they [insert a comedic falsehood]”

likes to quote the wedding vows you guys never said, climbing through your window at night after being involved in a smack down, man’s roughed up and he’s just like “through sickness and in health” like a smug bastard before probably collapsing onto something. or you

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this was a super quick thing i whipped together on a bus, lemme know if you wanna see this w different characters and i’ll see what i can do !

[raffe156]

Room for one more

Pairing - Price x OC Tank (F!reader)

Summery - Testing the limits of a one man tent…

A/N- little Drabble based on those single tents @atomiccrownpoetry mentioned, I’m sorry it took so long! Though I’ve tagged it as Tank an I read it as Tank and some of you will do the same, I don’t mention her by name so can be read as Price x F!reader 😌

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism kind of , Language, Age gap Price (38) Tank (26) unsafe sex, p in v

✨As always comments and feedback welcome ✨

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

“You should get your head down kid, you look shattered” Price rubbed your back, he towered over you his hand lingered between your shoulder blades.

He was right it had been a long day of recon and you weren’t about to get into another argument with Soap over who ate the last digestive biscuit.

It was you but you weren’t about to admit that. Tonight was the last night of a 3 day stay in the desert and you were ready to go home.

“Yeh you’re right” You stood up stretching your back.

“Listen, one more night of this and I promise you fresh sheets and a real pillow.” Price squeezed the back of your neck a smile on his face. Everyone cheered at the idea of getting their heads down in a proper bed, but you knew he didn’t mean the beds back at the base. The thought caused a stir in your stomach and it was enough to get you through the next few hours.

You said your good nights and walked back to your single tent with Farah in tow.

You chit chatted as you both stripped down to your under layers outside your tents. Even though the temperature dropped at night, inside the tent was insulated and the last few nights had been so warm you had slept with just the mesh panel.

“Was it you that ate the last of those biscuits Soap loves so much?” Farah laughed as she turned you around to braid your hair just like she had done the last few nights. You gave her a knowing smirk as you handed her the comb. She laughed shaking her head.

“Sooo you and Alex eh?”

Farah didn’t need to see your face she could hear the grin as clear as your words.

“Asimat!” She tugged the braid playfully. You held your head laughing.

“OK OK ‘ana asf!” You pleaded.

“Never mind that, what about you and the Captain eh? Ya ‘iilahi, I see the way he looks at you, like a starving man looks at a meal…”

“Farah! Asimat!” You could feel your face flushing.

She tied a bobble around the braid a cocky look on her face. You both eyed each other, before bursting out laughing the sound echoed across the campsite and off into the distance.

For a few minutes the two of you weren’t soldiers in the night, but just two girls braiding each others hair and laughing about boys at a sleepover.

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You lay in your tent listening to the sounds of the desert, the distance chirps and hoots.

Just as your mind was finally drifting off you felt the air shift, turning your head slowly you watched the zip of the tent door curl down to reveal the pitch black night, the warm breeze blowing in as a dark silhouette moved closer inside. You knew instantly who it was the air bringing in the smell of dampened fire and cigar smoke.

You blinked a few times trying to make out where the nighttime visitors face was.

“You awake kid?”

“Yeh…I’am now”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Don’t think you’ll fit”

“I will…move over”

“Move over where? It’s a 1 man tent”

“Good thing I’m just 1 man then eh?”

“….”

“Just move over” a growl more than a whisper now.

“Someone’s gonna see you, I thought you said we have to wait till we get back home? You fully lectured me about it?”

“I know what I said…just move over”

You did as you were told, moving on to your side allowing your Captain to slide in next to you. It was a tight fit as he zipped the panel shut behind him, you could feel the air trapped inside get heavy.

“Come ere” Price pulled you into him, you threw your leg over his waist.

“Oh I’ve missed this…can’t wait to get back to mine, don’t plan on letting you leave the bed let alone the bedroom” He let out a little chuckle as he kissed the top of your head.

“I know it’s not the same….but I’ve wanted to be close with you like this since we arrived Kid, it’s been driving me insane…”

“I’m more than happy with this, I’ve missed you too Boss”

You stretched your body out over his, your hands finding their place to settle.

He was in his joggers and a T-shirt, he must of walked the distance from his tent to yours in his socks you could feel the tiny grains of sand against your legs. You tried to pull them off his feet with your own.

“What are you doing? You’re not taking another pair of my socks!”

“No you’ve got sand on them, take them off”

You felt a little rumble of a laugh come from his chest.

“If you want me to take my kit off all you have to do is ask love”

“Shut up! You’ve got sand all in my sleeping bag take them off now!”

“Oh using your big girl voice are we? Hmm I like it” He pulled you on top of him your body sliding over him with ease, legs either side. You tried to sit up but your back was pressed back down by the roof of the tent.

“John what the…”

He cut you off his hands pulling you down into him, his mouth finding yours in the dark. His kiss was hungry and needy, it had been a few days since he’d been able to show any real affection towards you. You had made do with the odd pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering a minute longer than needed, standing just that little bit closer during briefs, his legs looped with yours in the back of cramped vans and trucks.

You allowed him to devour you in the darkness.

Lifting your hips slightly Price pushed his joggers down just enough to pull his cock out and rest it on your underwear. You instinctively rolled your hips back into him feeling the sturdiness of his erection as it pushed against you.

You felt his hand pull roughly at your underwear, he wanted them off but knew there wasn’t the room or the time so pulled to the side would have to do. His fingers brushed against your folds as he pull the fabric away. Without needing to be told you eased the tip of him inside you savouring the feeling as you pushed through, you could hear the little grunts of frustration and swore there was a whimper or two as you sank yourself down taking him down to the base. It was a snug fit.

“Fuckin ell” he whispered as you slowing rocked your hips back and forth your chest pressed to his. A pathetic whine left your own body. You desperately wanted to sit up, wanted to feel his hands roam up your body, to cup your breasts, you wanted to see his face, see the same desperation in his eyes, to watch as his teeth clenched and gritted together as you rode him, but there was no room for fancy moves or position changes, this was it packed in tight, close quarters.

You tucked yourself in under his chin your head slightly tilted, Price held you close to him as you slowly picked up the pace, his other hand firmly on your backside rocking you back and forth grinding your clit on his pubic bone.

The thought of being heard or even caught made you want to be that little bit louder, just a few feet away your entire squad slept it made your system flood with adrenaline.

As if he had read your mind, Price gripped your backside tighter. You let out a moan.

“Need you to stay quiet love, can’t have you waking the whole camp up now can we…what would they say if they caught us like this eh? I promise you can be as loud as you want when we get back home…” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

You couldn’t take it, you pushed yourself up rolling your hips faster and faster. The roof of the tent rubbing against your back.

The air inside the tent was heavy and damp with condensation, but you didn’t care your bodies were buzzing, you could feel it right there building inside of you both. Each craving for this closeness, this connection for days.

Price placed his hand on the side of your neck. He was close, but you were closer and he knew it your body gave you away.

“That’s it….cum for me love…aww…good girl…that’s its…” he gripped your neck that bit tighter your moans came out ragged and broken from trying to stay quiet, but even though you were coming undone you couldn’t stop your hips from rocking back and forth your body wanted more your insides pulsed and fluttered around him, begging to come again.

Price couldn’t hold out any longer and began desperately bucking his hips up into you, cursing between gritted teeth with each thrust. The sticky wet noises filling the tent, someone would definitely be able to hear, the rush of being caught surged through your body again making your hips match the speed of Price’s thrusts. This caused you both to fall apart very quickly. You buried your head in his neck to stifle your cries.

“Fuckkkkkk…” Prices groaned as he came inside you, his thrusts slowing as he became more sensitive.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath, your bodies pulsing as your heartbeats tried to regulate. Once the blood had stopped rushing in your ears you tried to listen for any movement outside the tent, hushed voices or footsteps, but all you could hear were the distant hoots and howls of the night.

“Think we’re good…” Price kissed your temple as he slowly unzipped one of the panels to let some air in.

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You woke up at 6:00 alone having no idea when Price had left you, but you felt his socks at the bottom of sleeping bag pulling them on you sorted yourself out and grabbed your toiletries bag, the makeshift showers weren’t too bad and you definitely needed one.

As you unzipped your tent you were met with the familiar sleepy faces of your squad. Soap half hanging out of his tent with a brew talking to Gaz, his Mohawk fluffy and sticking out in all directions. The pair of them clocked you and grinned. Your heart sunk. They had heard you last night, but before you could speak or plead your case Ghost and Price walked over to the huddle of tents.

“Morning kid…want a swig of this?” He handed you his cup of coffee you took it looking him dead in the eye.

“Can we have a word…in private?” You whispered. His face changed a serious look on his face. He nodded guiding you away from the others.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? I think Gaz and Soap heard us last night they were talking this morning and gave me this look…I don’t know but they know something” you held the cup of coffee tight.

Price smiled resting his hand on your shoulder he leant forward so he was eye level with you. You wanted to slap the beard right of his face.

“We weren’t the only ones at it last night kid, have you noticed anyone missing this morning?”

A wave of relief washed over you, thank god!

“So if it’s not us they heard who was it?….” It only took a spilt second to realise who was missing.

“oh my god….Farah and Alex!” You spilt half the coffee onto Prices boots as you whipped round to look back at the camp.

“Correct…and Soap said they were pretty loud so even if we had been heard everyone thinks it’s them” Price chuckled as he took back his coffee.

Just as you turned back to Price you heard cheering and whistles, Alex had crawled out of Farah’s tent, bed headed and shirtless a weak smile on his face. Soap slapped him on the back offering him a coffee, close behind Farah appeared looking more triumphant than anything as she light up a cigarette. She waved at you and the Captain.

“She’s ballsy that one” you smiled back at her as Price lifted his coffee mug up at her in salute.

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A few days later you get a text from Gaz

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 6 Ghost

Warning: Non-con voyeurism, non-con touching, breaking and entering

You move around your apartment, ignoring Johnny’s whining and grabby hands. He’s trails behind you as you throw out the paper plate you used for breakfast, pouting at you as you try to make the apartment viewable for the man’s friend.

“Listen, I’m not letting the first impression your Lieutenant have of me is as a trash gremlin,” you remind the man.

“But, booooniiieee,” he whines, trying to grab you, “Ah jes wan’ a kiss.”

“Absolutely not,” you declare, spinning around to point at him with narrowed eyes, “If I let you kiss me, I know exactly how that situation will escalate. We don’t have time for that.”

“LT won’ min’,” Johnny states, causing you to sputter and flail at him.

“Absolutely not!” you repeat with a shriek, feeling your face burn as you scurry into the bathroom. Soap cackles, following behind you as you start the shower.

“Then, how aboot we have a lil’ fun?” he purrs, wiggling his eyebrows. You scowl and toss a spare towel at his face, ignoring his laughter as you start up a quick shower. You feel filthy after only two hours of sleep due to stress and nerves about work and this visit. The email you got from the Lieutenant only made it worse.

“Yeh sure Ah cannae help yeh in there?” Johnny asks, peeking his head through the curtains.

“Out,” you intone, grabbing your shaving kit and carefully start shaving.

“Och, tha’s right, bonnie,” he purrs, “Git proper smooth fer LT an’ Ah.”

“I will get the salt, you horny fuck,” you threaten, which only makes him pout and finally disappear. You’re pretty sure he’s still watching, but when Johnny turns invisible, he can’t talk to or touch you.

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It had been a week after you moved into your new apartment when weird shit started happening. Nothing malicious, but still, weird shit. Your keys moving around when you know you’ve set them in a certain spot, your water bottle filling and emptying at random times, the music suddenly cutting on or off (luckily at reasonable levels of volume). You went and got one of your friends, one who’s always been sensitive to medium bullshit, to show up.

“Oh, this is rancid,” they said and immediately stepped back out of your apartment, refusing to go back in. They explained that your apartment is haunted by the last owner, a soldier who was killed. The spirit wouldn’t leave, there was still too much energy for them to just disappear into the ether. So, you now have a roommate who doesn’t pay rent. Fucker.

Of course, having grown up watching horror movies way too early, you know the best thing to do is research. Low and behold, you got a lot of information with a few careful questions and searches. One Sargeant John “Soap” MacTavish, also called Johnny due to serving under Captain John Price, was killed on a classified mission, leaving his apartment for sale once everything was processed with the family. It took a little longer, but you managed to email someone who knew the spirit. A Lieutenant Ghost, who was initially dismissive, at least, until Johnny started talking to you and demanded you type something only he’d type with a reference to a mission with a moment that didn’t make it anywhere near the report. Then, the Lieutenant started to ask questions, ones that you could answer and Johnny eagerly answered. From how the two men would converse with only each other, you’re pretty sure they were together together. Which makes Johnny’s obvious flirting and the few lines that the Lieutenant typed specifically for you all the more awkward.

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“Oh, yeh shoul’ wear that!” Johnny chirps, pointing at a particularly short pair of shorts, “LT’s always liked a pair o’ legs.”

“Absolutely not,” you declare once more, trying to dry your hair before giving up and stomping over to your clothes. Pulling out a sweatshirt and sweatpants, you pull them on before sticking your tongue out at Johnny childishly. The ghost whines as you head into the living room, only to freeze. Standing in the middle of your room is a mammoth of a man, wearing a skull balaclava and dressed all in black. He turns his head, dark eyes taking you in before humming.

“Yer a looker,” he rumbles, taking a step toward you.

“Oi, LT! Boots off! Bonnie thing likes th’ flat clean!” Johnny calls, perching his chin on your shoulder. The man, the Lieutenant you think, looks at your shoulder and his eyes widen a bit.

“Well,” he huffs, “Bett’r listen t’ their rules, yeah?” He bends down and pulls off the giant boots he’s wearing as Johnny shoves you toward the giant. You swallow around a bundle of nerves as Johnny’s hands trace over your sides.

“Um,” you choke out, “How did you get in?” The behemoth pauses and looks at you, pulling out a key from his pocket.

“Was Johnny’s,” is all he says as explanation, before grabbing you by your hips and shoving you onto the couch. He clamors on top of you and pulls his balaclava up enough for you to see his mouth, “Now, yer gunna be good and let us have a little fun.”

“Donnae worry, bonnie,” Johnny coos, his blue eyes glowing ominously above you, “We’ll make sure yer havin’ a good time.”

[v1x3n]

࿔*: - DREAMS INTO REALITY

john price ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : fluff

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : your friends set you up on a blind date.... the blind date being your captain!

It would be fun they said. He's a good guy they said. Your friends had stated they had set you up on a blind date. Some guy your friend knows, apparently he's been liking this girl but he doesn't like him back bla bla bla. Some shite your friends talk. It all mushes together sometimes - the things spewing out of their mouths.

So here you are sitting patiently at your table. Table 11 is where your friends have told you to wait. Swooning your eyes around, flirting with the idea of just getting up and leaving, so fucking worried about who was going to walk through those doors and sit by you. You bet your friends had set you up with some absolute freaks. Your foot slammed against the floor as you looked through the menu for the restaurant. Your eyes swiping through the options - trying your hardest to distract yourself from who was gunna be your date.

Your foot taps against the hard floor as you hear the door fling open. Questions grow around your mind - pushing your thoughts and ideas together into a tight squish. A kind yet familiar voice, deep and loving almost, sounds from the entrance of the restaurant. You can slightly hear his words through his loud accent. '11' was a word he blurted out. Fuck he was your date. Eyes swatting to one side of the room to his almost blurred face to look back at your hands.

Soon, the sound of the same mystery man could be heard just across your table. "Hey, I guess you're my..." he trails off. You take a glance up to see it's your fucking captain. Captain Price was standing across your table - supposedly being your blind date. "Y/N? Are you uh the right person?”

You nod slightly in confirmation, feeling a bit confused and overwhelmed as Price sits opposite you. Your eyes rake over his shirt, large biseps poking out and a chised pecs beaming through his shirt. He slowly shuffles around in his chair, settling into a comfortable position as you retort, "I'm guessing."

While he takes the menu to scroll his eyes through it to pick out a meal, you take a chance to check him out - out of the uniform which is the only sight you have seen him in. You could tell he had tried to look nice - and ofc he did look nice. The man was wearing a crisp white linen shirt with two unbuttoned buttons at the top, and also had on a brown blazer that was draped over his broad shoulders. He paired the look with crisp black trousers that fit him perfectly, showing off his muscular legs.

The waiter scoots over as Price looks up at you and smiles sweetly, a genuine silly smile. The one he makes quite often that always makes you feel mushy and giggly inside. "I'll have the hm.. steak please." he kindly says to the waiter then looks over to you for your answer. After ordering your meal you and Price start to chit chat.

"so price-"

"john."

"john?"

"Yeh, call me John. Not price."

Awe how cute, well not really but it was odd calling your captain, who is on a date with you, his real name. John Price - it kinda like rings off your tongue. It fits him. Ofc it felt weird calling your date his last name but he was your boss so what were you meant to do? This was a confusing time. He didn't seem to mind, and you felt weird calling him anything else.

"so john," you slightly giggle at the voice you had just said his name in - as if john wasn't his real name. John chuckles at how daft you were and just happily glazes at you with his stupid grin plastered along his face, "was told you like some lass? " John blushes and looks away, trying to mask his embarrassment. You smile and chuckle again, knowing he's hiding something. "Maddy told you?" nodding and giggleing at his embarrassment he scoffs slightly. As if mocking you - you can clearly see him fiddling with his hands above the table, obviously nervous and keeping something from you.

"well, I do, Maddy told me she would set me up to get over it." now you are wondering.. who is this lucky girl? Who is the girl who made price like them that much? It wouldn't be a very good first date if you chatted about who his secret little crush was the whole time so you decided to leave it.

"how's your steak?” you question as he tucks into his food while you do the same. The food was delicious but not as tasty as the sight in front of you - your captain in civilian clothes which highlights his juicy muscles as he chomps on his food. God he was kinda hot - you never really noticed him being this attractive. You had always seen him more as a serious father-boss figure, never as attractive, fit or anything around that!

Price starts telling you things he wouldn't really share, like his hobbies, family and past life as you do the same. This date was comforting. It was just plain sweet. It seems like Price really took an interest in you, well he did at work but it was almost like he was in love with you right now and right here.

After a while the date goes nice, the chemistry goes good and he invites you over to his place. Tasting his lips as he carefully pushes you to the sofa, getting on top of you and towering above your tiny body while he groans into your lips. It was like he was dreaming of this moment with the planned out moves and the small relief groans he murmured into your mouth as he gets rougher with his kisses. The kiss seemed scheduled as if he had thought about this multiple times before so you just had to ask.

In between the smoches you could finally breathe out ,” how..” you get cut off with another breathless kiss, smothering your words with his kisses. “how long have you been dreaming of this..” whispering and pushing John slightly off of you to be able to catch your breath.

"Too fucking long doll.”

[killmeprettypleasee]

Can you do where ghost use his higher rank against m!reader to have sex with him? or something like that ty!!!

GOOD BOY

omg thank you for requesting sobsobsob, anyways still cant find my phone so im still using a laptop- this was edited cus ii only found out i put the wrog tags- instead of ghost i put konig- i wanna cry so hard

summary: you messed up something during mission and end up ruining it so ghost takes advantage and uses you all for himself- thats all cus my mind feels like shit..

warnings: papi ghost calls you a whore and a good boy uwu, ooc ghost?, taking advantage,noncon to dudcon???, grinding, abuse of power, maybe slight errors

you sat on the floor with Ghost eyed your naked body, he smirked behind his mask seeing how vulnerable you are infront of him as you quiver and gulp at the thoughts of him doing to you later on.

"Fucking hell.. look at you, so fucking pretty for your lieutenant.." he groaned out heavily and let out a soft chuckle "c'mere, sit on my lap would you?" he patted his lap as he said so, you ignored him and tried to cover you cock between your thighs and hands as you satted there and looked at him with a frown and red cover your facec from embarrassment then cursed under his breath tired from the waiting "come here or i'll tell what you did to price" he said between gritted teeth making you let out a small gasp and sighed in defeat, soo after that you stood up and making your way to him.

"thats it.. good boy" he vhuckled ,you just wanted to punch him at the face but sadly cant because you knew he was a higher ranked than you, you're just a Sargent and he? he's a fucking Lieutenant even if you made an excuse they would only believe him cause ofcourse- he has higher authority than you , whiched pissed you off badly.

soo as that you finally was sitted on his lap with him caressing and rubbing your waist, you tried not to moan when his hand brushed over your weeping cock, you let out small whines and whimpers instead making him smirk under his mask, he would grope your chest as if it was a females.

he then rubbed your cock then felt a tight knot in your tummy building up, his strong hands grips your thighs and spreading then nicely as you whined his name, soon you came all over his hand staining it white you panted heavily after the orgasm you had and layed back "were just starting pretty" he said with a slight chuckle afterwards.

this made you groan, he placed his chin on your shoulder before caressing your waist "fuck you.." you hissed out before you started grinding yourself on his thigh, you let out small pants and moans "thought you didnt like it.. but look at you fucking god" he smirked and held your hips helping you grind on him.

your cheeks heat up as you felt your dick harden again as you grind against him, a few minutes you came again staining your chest and som on Ghosts arms.

cliffhanger haha- i cant thing shit anymore.. anyways small funfact i was multitasking this shit- yeh... i was practicing my writing for the journalism i joined and watched konig edits while i making this, and im not quite proud of this but i hope yall like it<333

[silent-raven13]

Flower Shop Across the Music Store

(AU: Miles works at a flower shop. Hobie owes his music Store.)

The sound of the machine printing out a long list of receipts had the young man ripped it off to had to the customer. "Here's your receipt. Remember no returns if it's open." The Punker said in a serious tone before going back to reorganizing some CDs.

The customer left with a nod before taking his leave with his skateboard in his other hand. The front door opens with its bell ringing, a group of three teenage boys wearing Y2K outfits; large baggy pants, and oversize shirts. Very old school style of New York, with Jordans, and timberlands.

Hobie glances over, "Manny, did you do your homework?" At a brown teenage boy wearing bright red oversize t-shirt, baggy pants and Jordans. The one called Manny had a buzz cut with one earring in his left ear, he sucked his teeth in with an eye roll.

"Man," Manny frowns at his adopted older brother, "I was."

"Oh yeh? Let me see it?" The owner of the shop asked.

"Come on, bro." Manny grunts.

"Don't give me that. Go to the back and do your homework. Those are the rules." Hobie crosses his arms. "Unless you wanna go back to yer mama?"

Manny groans, "No. But can I just go skate for a bit. I swear I'll be back at five and do my homework!"

"Alright. But I better see you here before those lights turned on." Hobie pointed at the lamp lights on the street. "I'm gonna make jerk chicken and rice and peas! So you better get home by dinner time."

"Ight, bro! I will." Manny walks out with his friends going to the park to skate and hang out.

The punker merely rolled his eyes, he felt more like a dad to this kid than a brother at times. He heard the boys calling all at once, then one of them said, "Aye, look over there! it's a gonna be a Flower shop."

"Nah, mane. Who goes buy flowers?" A friend of Manny said.

"Who knows but it's better than that wack ass junk store."

"Ya that place was cover in dust."

Hobie saw the boys walking away laughing, he peeks over the shop across his store to find a flower shop being set up. Huh, he never noticed that. The Grand Opening show it's today with a free rose.

Two older Latina women went inside the shop to buy some flowers, coming out with their own bouquets. The punker arched his eyebrows being interested in the shop, during his lunch break he decided to go check it out.

Of course, by the looks on the Flower Shop it look a bit to posh for the neighborhood of Brooklyn. So he wore his black leather jacket and went full Punk on his aesthetics to see if the owners would freak out. He's biggest worry if it's a rich white owner trying to take over a black and brown neighborhood.

"Not on my watch!" He thought to himself before going over to the flower shop.

The door bing with an automatic ringer whenever the door open. The flower shop is small, but had many beautiful flowers with decent prices. "Coming." Hearing a male voice.

Hobie checks around seeing a lot of roses, so many in different types from white to pink to yellow to the iconic red ones. Then, he heard footsteps behind him. He turns around as he heard, "Sorry about that. I was setting up the vases behind the counter."

The moment Hobie's eyes saw the young man, it felt like love at first sight. He never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. The young cashier had big hazel eyes with a cute wide nose and dimple wide smile with those plump lips. The young man have dark skin and coily tapered Afro, with earrings on both ears. He wore an apron over his sunny yellow collar shorts and overalls that have Sunflower embroidered and OG Jordans.

"Uhhh..." Hobie felt like he was styling a sun by the way this man's face glows so brightly.

"Hm?" The cashier tilted his head to the side with those big doe eyes.

The punker saw the cashier's name tag, "Miles. Um, are you the owner?"

"Me? Nah, this is my aunty's shop. I'm working here part time." He looked worried, "Oh do you need to speak to her? My aunty and Uncle will be here tomorrow!"

Hobie never thought he would see someone this cute. "No. No-no!" He raised his hand up, "It's all good. I just wanna say I own a music shop across the street."

"OH! I always wanted to go there! You're the owner! Wow, you dress so cool." Miles' big hazel eyes gleams with excitement.

"Heh, I guess so. It's pretty crappy."

"Oh, I don't think so." Miles giggles, "I think it gives a bit of personality."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

"Never thought it that way." Hobie crosses his arms then slowly asked, "So, what you got for sale?"

"We got twelve dollar bouquets roses." Miles pointed out, "They are small but enough to be romantic." He to hold a bequest of Sunflowers, "Sorry, I need to fix this." He wanted to have the Sunflower flowers their own attention.

"Huh, you look like a Sunflower." Hobie's hand reach out to touch Miles' cheek, "Sunflower." There eyes met.

The young man felt his body heated up by this handsome Punker. Seeing him so tall and having Heterochromia eyes made him look so damn cool and attractive. "Oh, no one ever called me that or any flower."

"I think Sunflower fits you perfectly. Anyway, I like to buy that Sunflower." He offer.

"Oh this one?" Miles is holding it with great care.

This is what Hobie wanted to hold Miles and the best way was that Sunflower. He casually chuckles, "I like that one."

'Okay, I'll ring it up for you." The cashier nodded heading to the front desk to charge the flower. The two stay quiet it until Hobie couldn't take it anymore.

"Here, luv. Maybe you need a discount from her." He slid his phone number on a piece .

"Ehh?" Miles felt his cheeks warm when seeing the phone number on a piece of paper. "Don't you think that's old school?" His hazel eyes onto the punker.

"So? I wanna make my point across." The Punker flirted.

"Okay... but I didn't catch your name." The cashier went to wrap the sunflower.

"Hobie. Hobie Brown." He grins at Miles. "Let me take you out for a cup of coffee."

"I do like coffee." Miles flirted with him, having this warm smile. He could stare at Hobie's one silver blue eyes and the other being brown.

"Yeah." Hobie flirted back, "Hopefully, you and I can go further like dinner or a movie."

"Hehehe," The cashier giggles, "I would like that if things go well."

"I think you and I both know, luv, that we're gonna get along super well with each other." He smirks at him.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

The two were staring into each other having big smiles on their faces. Miles couldn't help but be attractive to the punker. "What about tonight?"

"Cup of coffee?"

"Maybe or a movie, since you already said we fit goo together." Miles hums having to charge the Sunflower. "That'll be five thirty five."

"Heh, alright." Hobie grins having to pull out his wallet to pay in cash, "How about this? I take you to a nice Dominican restaurant down there, and see where it goes."

"OKay. I do like Dominican food." Miles' eyes on him, they were interested.

"Alright, when you get off?"

"Around five. My uncle comes by to help close the shop." Miles said, "I'll be ready by then."

"Okay, I'll come by. I normally close shop early too." Hobie grins at the cashier. "See you then, Sunflower."

"See you, Hobie." He smiles at him watching him leave the store.

Hobie could only fantasize about Miles and the smell of Sunflowers just reminds the punker of him. His heart race thinking about it, then he remembers about his adopted brother.

He quickly texted him.

Hobie: Yo, I got a date at five. You can hang out with your friends longer.

Manny: Sweet, can I stay over at Luis till ten?

Hobie: Sure. Do your homework!

Manny: Sure thing bro.

Hobie smirks with that. Now he gotta think what to wear for this date. God, he knows this is the one. His soul mate, he could feel it in his bones!

[hiddenmoonbeam]

I think the Forbidden Forest chapter is the most frustrating one to read so far (after trying to make sense of the timeline around chapter 1…). I mean I knew this already but... Not only do students get detention at night but they’re even taken into the Forbidden Forest. And then they’re split up so two of them don’t even have an adult with them. 

Yeah this is directed at Malfoy but like… Hagrid… you’re now taking part in punishing Harry and Hermione for solving a problem you caused. They saved your ass and here you are putting them in danger? Even Malfoy and Neville are here because of you and your illegal dragon. Just let them sleep in your hut and pretend they were punished.

“There’s nothin’ that lives in the Forest that’ll hurt yeh if yer with me or Fang.”

Are you telling me Hagrid and Fang can stop werewolves from hurting kids? Why didn’t they put Remus in Hagrid’s hut then? He’d have had some company. 

‘I want Fang,’ said Malfoy quickly, looking at Fang’s long teeth. 

‘All right, but I warn yeh, he’s a coward,’ said Hagrid. 

Good use Fang would be protecting anyone.

‘Could a werewolf be killing the unicorns?’ Harry asked. 

‘Not fast enough,’ said Hagrid. ‘It’s not easy ter catch a unicorn, they’re powerful magic creatures. I never knew one ter be hurt before.’ 

No, you know the main reason it can’t be werewolves is because the other unicorn was killed in the past week and werewolves are only wolves during the night of the full moon. 

‘You two wait here!’ Hagrid shouted. ‘Stay on the path, I’ll come back for yeh!’ 

They heard him crashing away through the undergrowth and stood looking at each other, very scared, until they couldn’t hear anything but the rustling of leaves around them.

WHY DOES HE LEAVE THEM AT ALL? As if staying on the path will save them if a werewolf or the unknown unicorn-killer finds them?? 

So Harry set off into the heart of the Forest with Malfoy and Fang. They walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the Forest, until the path became almost impossible to follow because the trees were so thick. Harry thought the blood seemed to be getting thicker. There were splashes on the roots of a tree, as though the poor creature had been thrashing around in pain close by.

Wait, why are they still split up when there’s only one unicorn and the blood trail therefore only leads in one direction? Are Hagrid and the others just stomping around looking at nothing? 

‘Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used for?’ 

‘No,’ said Harry, startled by the odd question. ‘We’ve only used the horn and tail-hair in Potions.’ 

‘That is because it is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn,’ said Firenze. ‘Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something pure and defenceless to save yourself and you will have but a half life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips.’

Feels kinda bad to take a unicorn horn too, if you ask me…

Alright I didn’t intend to also comment on extra material outside of the books, but I remembered reading about the werewolves in the Forest so I looked it up again and well…

Yeah okay then, I guess this answers some of my thoughts in this post. Still…the “werewolves” may be harmless, but there’s something unknown killing unicorns in there. So maybe keep the kids away?

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry KK3 X Reader

Context: You and Terry are fed up with John, and decide to prank him 💚

The last few weeks have been a nightmare, John was winding up both you and Terry, and it was getting too much. He just wouldn't help around the dojo or he would get inbetween you and Terry, which was much more difficult considering you were newlyweds. You and Terry would go home exhausted from having to deal with him, and you had both had enough. One night after you get into bed after your shower, you just sit in bed watching a few tiktoks, scrolling through randoms videos while Terry was getting out of the shower. You hear his feet as he walks back into your bedroom, wearing just his boxers. "Hey baby, are you ok?" "Hmm? Yeh I'm fine...just a little tired that's all"

He climbs into bed and lies next to you, looking up at you as you still have your phone in your hand. "Is this because of John?" "How did you guess?...yeh I just, I dont know, I don't understand what's got into him lately. He isnt letting us have a single moment to spend together at the dojo, and even when he does, he makes a mess elsewhere and makes us tidy up after him! It's just annoying that's all" "I know what you mean baby, I feel like he is trying to keep us too busy to spend time with eachother. But I'll have a word with him and find out what the issue is" "Thank you Terry, honestly I was so close to giving him a smack in the face today" Terry chuckles and rests his hand on your leg "Mmmm, I would love to have seen that"

You giggle too, and just as you were about to put your phone on charge, a tiktok came onto your screen, at it looked very interesting. "Hey Terry, check this out" "What is it?" Giving him your phone, you see two people prank their friend, and its hilarious. "Oh my god, how could she fall for that?" "I dont know Terry, but it's very funny.....wait a second? I think I have an idea" "Do tell" "John does his weekly shopping tomorow doesn't he?" "Yes...oh I can see something clever brewing in that beautiful brain of yours" "I say, we prank him at the shop tomorow, as payback. What do you say?" "Hell yes!...now, why dont you put that phone down, and I can help you unwind? I have been imagining it all afternoon" "You dont need to ask me twice..."

The next morning, you and Terry drive to the big food shop that John goes too, and when you see him arrive, you wait for him to go in, and sneak in behind him. You watch him go down any aisles, and let him fill up his shopping trolley about half way. Then John makes his way to the back of the shop to use the bathroom. He left his trolley outside, and that's where you and Terry strike. Acting like a pair of giggling school children, you both start hiding an assortment of diffrent items you collected in the shop, and they had their prices removed. Once it was all hidden, you ran back and hid in one of the aisles, just before John came back out. It was another ten minutes before John headed to the check out, but you both didn't care, you were just trying not to get spotted.

John finaly made it to the till, and he was never one for organising things on the moving counter, he just piled it on and put it in bags at the end. You and Terry were leant against the wall where people walked out after their shopping, and you had your phone, ready to record. It was a good distance away that John couldn't see you. The lady behind the check out tried to beep an item but it didnt work, so she turned her tannoy on and made one of those announcements the whole shop could hear. "Check out 3, I need a price check on extra small comdoms" "WHAT?!" John said out loud in suprise, he couldn't see it but you and Terry were in tears of laughter. "I also need a price check on a single cucumber, an extra large tub of vaseline and a pot of hemorrhoid cream" You had never seen John look so embarrassed, he had no idea what was going on.

You and Terry's stomachs were hurting from the laughter, and it was all recorded on your phone. When John started explaining that it was all a mistake, and it wasnt his things, you and Terry run outside so you could laugh as loudly as you wanted. You couldn't keep it in, you were both in fits of giggles when you were outside too. "That was so god damn funny! I cant belive we got him!" "Oh god Terry, I loved pranking John! The look on his face was priceless!" "Right!" About 10 minutes later, John finally emerges from the shop, looking like he just wanted to run away and hide, when he sees you and Terry leaning against his car, looking very proud of yourselves.

"Oh for f#ck sake! It was you too?!" You and Terry start laughing again, and John looks very unimpressed. "What's wrong with you both?! Do you know how embarrassed I feel after that?!" "Oh yeh we know, and just incase you forget about it, we have it all on my phone too!" "You what?! Why would you guys do this?!" Terry smiles at you, then stands up away from the car. "John, this was our way of teaching you a lesson" "A lesson for what?" "You haven't let me and Y/N have a moment together in the dojo for weeks. I dont know what your reasons are for being so intrusive lately, but it needs to stop" John exhales, he knows that Terry is right.

"Alright, I guess I deserve that. Look I'll keep out of your way alright" "Thank you John, we still want to hang out with you, but we also need our space. Thanks Johnny" He gives John a friendly tap on his shoulder and let's him put his shopping away. You and Terry walk away hand in hand to your own car "I cant belive how funny that was, I'm so glad you suggested pranking Johnny, Y/N" "So am I, and now we have something to use if he acts up again" "Hell yeh...so? What do you want to do now baby?" "What do I want to do? I think that question should be 'Who' do I want to do..." "Oooh, is my beautiful wife in need of a little loving? Well then, lets get you back home, and give you exactly what you want..."

[thejesusmaninred]

"The Tease." From Mark 12: 38-39.

Things were going so well. Now Jesus warns the synagogue just as it is starting to cheer for Him that there is a Tania, a warning, the people should heed.

A warning or dabar, is a stipulation that states in spite of the observance of Shabbat, one must continue to do one's chores:

"The masculine noun דבר (dabar), meaning a word, a message, a thing (as explained above). Our noun denotes a thing that was made to come about. It can be a single word (which is the name of a thing), but it can also be a whole sentence, a commandment (the famous Ten Commandments are literally Ten Words), an 'act' such as the acts of King David (1 Chronicles 29:29; the things that David made to come about), and it can be a whole library and ultimately the whole of everything that can be formally said about anything, that is the Word of YHWH.

The plural (דברים, dabarim) may mean 'words' (Genesis 11:1) as well as 'things' (Genesis 15:1) or 'matters' (Exodus 18:19). Together with the particle על ('al), meaning on or upon, our noun forms the phrase על־דבר; upon the thing, or on account of, or simply: because. Together with כל (kol, meaning all) it becomes 'everything'. With certain negations (such as לא (lo'), meaning not or no) our word expresses 'nothing'.

Together with יום (yom), meaning day, our word forms the phrase דבר־יום; 'thing of the day' or 'daily chore'. In conjunction with YHWH, the word dabar denotes both the whole of all things that exist in the universe, as well as the formal knowledge of all these things in the mind of any person (because yes, your Sunday School teacher was right: Jesus lives in us and makes a whole new world in us)."

The warning pertains to "flowing robes", which are 1259, יבהט‎ ‎ ‎"be amazed" or "alabaster or porphyry" "people who make it look too easy", "who believe things are set in stone."

But some aspects of man's chest are set in stone. So what is the real essence of the warning?

Warning Against the Teachers of the Law

38 As he taught, Jesus said, “Watch out for the teachers of the law. They like to walk around in flowing robes and be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, 

39 and have the most important seats in the synagogues and the places of honor at banquets. 40 They devour widows’ houses and for a show make lengthy prayers. These men will be punished most severely.”

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They will be disobeyed. Our Sunday School teacher was probably right about most things, as were the other teachers we met while we were growing up. Except they understood what we did not. They taught and lived in a way that incorporated the Laws in the Torah, after their difficulties in life were long gone. Some of us are not so willing to listen to what they had to say until much later.

So the warning is "do not stop performing the Mitzvot."

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 38: The marketplace is desire. The desires of the Sunday School Teacher have been tamed, the student has no idea what she is talking about, but stil one listens. Then when one is grown, one enters the shopping center and things go wrong. We forget then we remember what the teacher said, but after we pay the price for the merchandise.

The Number is 10108, ייח, Yeh, "that which keeps us from failing."

v. 39-40: ‎They make lengthy prayers and will be severely punished. The Number is 13930, ‎‎יגטגי‎ ‎‎, jageti "I teased."

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Avoid things which are shallow.

"Our word σκελλω (skello) is mostly negative, and emphasizes dead things or things that should be wet and aren't — and note the curious similarity with the familiar Hebrew term שאול (sheol), the pit or the grave. Drying up and hardening is of course also a quality of bricks: the elements from which the privileged few may build their buildings, and the rest of us have to suffer for (Genesis 11:3, Exodus 1:14; the noun לבנה, lebenah, means brick, hence the name Laban). In that sense, bricks are rather like (arbitrary) norms, fashions and even legislation and bureaucracies that protect the powerful and keep the rest of us from true progress and ultimately freedom (ελευθερια, eleutheria, freedom-by-law)."

Jesus was not cautioning the world about hypocrisy rather about the caveats associated with the practice of religion. One must understand what one is able to learn from the religion and know when one has reached the end of a particular phase of effort.

We are stuck as I have said at the Third Day because man still condones violence and murder and God has said these things are not allowed. We allow lawless preachers and politicians to prance around and this violates the Beersheba; but many claim the rite of Baptism and think they are keeping the Sabbath.

The responsibility teaching about the Seven Days and Shabbat is upon the synagogue but reaching the finish line is upon the student. One must know when to give up one's flamboyant religious costume or seat of honor until the privileges for these have been properly recognized within the self. Otherwise, attempts at external recognition are a trap...don't be fooled, these persons are only pretending to have fun.

Further, I mean to prove without all those Rabbis and Yeshiva schools, we have no chance of properly understanding the splendid phenomenon contained in this Gospel of St. Mark or the others.

[the-firebird69]

Massimo Electric 72V E-Spider Overview She looks pretty big i'm telling you the truth her legs are real short he wouldn't look too bad in it it's still a little small but it's kind of a motorcycle they could have made it a little longer. And it would cost anything and be easier to drive it is about 90 miles for someone in our sons waited it's about 80 miles you can't just switch the battery out but some people actually figure out how to do it and they install a different battery and they switch it out it's not really worth it for a son and it looks like it has a quick charge and they don't tell you that it is a quick charge it's a solid battery it's got an enclosure and it blows downwards it is a nice little ditty it's a decent little design the horse on George Washington's cart is one of his but it's like just a bit larger than a Shetland Pony and it was dense and charged up because it's a mutant too when you loved it running around towing them he felt great it's a little **** and he's like Kingsley when he's small kind of a lunatic tried to eat him a little bit he told him to calm down and get him some food like he's talking to our son and she had the same conversation with her horse and they tell them Don't do it are you getting in trouble and they'd stop and it said I'm hungry Mommy give me some food and they they would of course. But this is how it goes people think this is it and there's some things that might be but you can't afford it it costs as much as a regular motorcycle. So he can't afford to buy it outright and he can't find a used one and we're back to square one

Thor Freya

this is iit the vehicle and tue too small. and tons see it.  bu thte bike is worse no.  and slow...50mph and ok backroads and the 41 a bit. handle well and can go off nad on the road over curbs treu it is  a sleeper that way.  and fversillte we gab tehm change the motor and battery and it flies.  he might do that he says.  and  ours go fast  his would and there are kits for this trike.. real ones.  and it is for a5k watt and new tranny only a 225 an wow and yeh.  and new batter about 700 oh and yuk.  gettng up there why not a small ev car an to much money. way too much.  the new config it is 5pmp wiht our bud in it and goes about 150 miles and good for us and yeh is quick charge abou 20 minute for  full carge not hrd he eats and sits tons.  easy for him.  all over the pllace lol need it now no soon

tommy f

price ok too much and an ev usualy cannot buy used and cant trut the two and more here so i see it.

..

These are real issues you cannot trust these guys you shouldn't leave it out in the sun or the weather and it would have to be left out there's a lot of issues and it's not too good the one that David used there's a one seater so we're thinking that someone might modify one of these to be a one seater which wouldn't make it much different and we've seen those around and they lengthen it and it goes faster and it's easier to drive it's still too small but it would be enclosed it really needs to be enclosed and once you modify it I guess it might not be worth that much and it's AEV and people don't like to buy them they're hard to sell it might be what it is.

Thor Freya

ahahah and a four month talk and ok stillhave it yeh and so on lol ahhah lol

tommy f i have one yes cant sell it lol

charges fast and such nd tons dont want him to

The insurance is mild it's really not much it's like 30 to 35 dollars a month for him to be less he's got a good driver standing. Probably 25 a month and he could go all over the place it doesn't look silly it looks kind of weird and cool.

tomyf

Olympus We would approve it but it sounds kind of odd and scary but his does meet the one horsepower reading and it's not like the Volkswagen

[psychotic4ghost]

Blood Under The Bridge A Story by Psychotic4Ghost

Chapter 5 - Bourbon & The Eight Ball

TW: Strong Language ♡ Alcohol ♡ Implied sexual actions ♡ ♡ Masterlist | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 ♡ WC: 1.4k ♡ A/N: This chapter is really short. It's kind of filler but it also shows more of Ghost's feelings ;)

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Ghost and Mykie didn't act differently around each other, apart from his bullying stopping, nothing had changed. Soap and Gaz had taken notice of the lack of bullying but didn't question it as it was a relief to the whole squad.

"You really have never been to America?" Gaz asked Mykie one night while the squad was out for drinks.

"Nope, haven't really been around most of England either to be honest. Never got the chance to travel." Mykie admitted.

"Oh we gotta go someday." Soap added.

"Why?" Mykie asked.

"They 'ave this place called Disneyland 'nd they liked it s'much they made two of 'em. Oh 'nd their food is insane, one meal s'nough for three if yeh ask me." Soap continued talking about Disneyland for what felt like hours before Ghost finally kicked his boot and threw him a death glare. The group burst into laughter at their banter, something that was definitely refreshing to see.

"You guys down for some pool?" Mykie asked as she pushed herself from her bar stool.

"Oh you're going down." Gaz exclaimed as he too, left his stool, Soap following suit. Price stayed in his seat, opting to watch.

"Ghost? Wanna join? We can do teams." Mykie offered. Ghost almost instinctively said no but something about the way she looked at him made him pause.

"Sure, why not. I'm not being on Soap's team though." Ghost sighed as he joined the boys and Mykie around the pool table that wasn't too far from where they were sitting originally.

"Oy! Rude Lt!" The games began, Mykie and Ghost shared a queue while Soap and Gaz did the same. Mykie broke the triangle since it was her idea to play. They got solids, leaving team Spaz (Soap named them) with stripes.

"You lot are, uh, Mhost, yeah Mhost." Soap tapped his chin in thought then pointed to the sky as he named them. Mykie giggled and Ghost playfully rolled his eyes. It was a while before Gaz and Soap got to go, after Mykie broke the triangle she got a ball in, making it Ghost's turn who got one in too. After 5 balls, leaving two solids left before the 8, it was finally Spaz's turn.

"I think I wanna switch teams, this isn't fair." Soap pouted as he lined up the white ball with a striped one. Gaz and Soap took turns, making three balls before it was Mykie and Ghost's turn again. Mykie hit the blue two ball in, threw Ghost a cheeky smirk, and handed him the queue. With no hesitation, Ghost called his pocket and shot the ball, pocketing the last solid, leaving the 8 ball.

"Fuuuck." Soap groaned out.

"We'll give you a chance to catch up. It's your turn." Mykie forfeited her turn on the 8 ball, giving Spaz a fighting chance.

"You'll be sorry!" Soap proclaimed before lining up the ball, he called his pocket but landed the white ball.

"Soap! C'mon mate, you just handed them the game." Gaz laughed as he playfully punched Soap in the arm.

"Oh, wasn't expecting this." Mykie grinned as she grabbed the white ball, she eyed the board, getting down to the level of the white ball as she placed it behind the imaginary line. She chalked her queue before lining up, squaring her hips as she pressed her breast to the table. Soap's jaw dropped at her stance, Gaz gave a grin and Ghost shifted uncomfortably. He tried looking away but couldn't fight the urge to watch.

"Right corner." With a little wiggle of her hips and wink towards Soap, she hit the white ball pocketing the 8 ball perfectly into the right corner pocket.

"You tease! You guys cheated didn't you." Soap threw his hands up in defeat.

"How do you cheat at pool? You would have seen us move the ball." Ghost said as he took the queue from Mykie.

"Don't be a sore loser, rack it up, rematch." Mykie started grabbing the balls from their pockets and placed them into the wooden triangle.

"Switch teams." Soap demanded.

"No way. If you can beat us, I'll buy you a bottle of your favorite whiskey." Ghost threw Soap a glare.

"Fine. I'm winning that bottle." Soap crossed his arms and huffed.

"Good fuckin' luck. If we win, I want that bottle of Bourbon from that one market in London we visited." Ghost said with a grin they could all see in his eyes.

"Deal." Soap said as he broke the triangle. This time team Spaz got solids leaving team Mhost with stripes.

"I'll share that bottle." Ghost offered as he handed Mykie the queue.

"I look forward to it." She winked before lining up again. This time she squared her hips and rested on the table but aimed her butt towards Soap.

"Oi! Watch where you aim that thing."

"You're really going to complain about ass in your face? I don't think Ghost would even complain." Gaz snorted.

Ghost felt a weird feeling in his chest as he watched Mykie nearly rub her ass against Soap. He couldn't figure out what the feeling was, it felt like an angry bubble was inflating in his chest.

Mykie made her pocket before handing Ghost the queue. "Ghost? The queue?" Mykie asked as she held it out for him to take, he was totally spaced out thinking about the bubble that he didn't notice her handing it to him. He shook his head and took the queue without a word.

He lined up his shot and missed, only one ball was pocketed for team Mhost that round. "You good?" Mykie asked as she took the queue back.

"Yeah, sorry my stance was bad." Ghost made an excuse, he couldn't stop thinking about her stunt with Soap. Team Spaz made three shots, making that four total with three more to go.

"Okay, you're going down Soap." Mykie said as she lined up her shot.

"It's a team, okay, you take me down, you take down team Spaz." Soap said.

"Ha, okay okay. Right middle." Mykie took her shot, not pushing her ass out this time, she made her pocket. Team Mhost still had five balls to go. "You can do it, get us that bottle of Bourbon." Mykie smiled an intoxicating smile as she handed Ghost the queue.

He took the queue and lined up the white ball with his victim, "Left corner." He breathed in and hit the ball, making it in. He handed it back to Mykie.

"See! Knew you could do it, let's roast these marshmallows."

"I am not a marshmallow." Soap protested.

"Mhm, sure." Mykie giggled before making her shot. Mykie and Ghost were down to the 8 ball again. Team Spaz still had four left, dragging a groan from Soap.

"It's all you." Mykie said as he handed Ghost the queue, her hand brushed against his, sending a weird chill up his spine, making him feel cold almost. He lined up his shot, took a deep breath, called his pocket and made the ball.

"Yes!" Mykie nearly screamed as she hugged Ghost. He didn't hug back but stood there in shock. The one second moment felt like it lasted for 10 minutes as the awkwardness built between the two. Mykie pulled away, pink rushed to her cheeks as she apologized. Ghost tugged at his mask as it suddenly felt too tight as he said it was okay.

The next night Soap and Gaz split the cost of the Bourbon and presented it in the common room that night. "A deal s'a deal." Soap said as he set the bottle down on the coffee table.

"Hell yeah, I'll grab some glasses." Mykie said as she pushed herself off the couch, leaving the three boys.

"You alright, Ghost?" Gaz asked as he sat in the armchair next to the couch Ghost sat in.

"Fine, why?"

"You seemed a bit off last night and even all today." Soap jumped in.

"Just a lot on my mind. S'all." Ghost looked down at his book. It was a book he found in Price's office, something about birds. He was reading it to keep his mind off of Mykie and all the new emotions and memories that her being on the team was creating.

Mykie joined back with four glasses full of ice, she popped open the Bourbon and poured each person a small glass, handing it to them before sipping from her own, completely oblivious to the internal war Ghost was fighting.

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[raffe156]

All Ghillied up and nowhere to go

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summery - Price teaches Tank how to blend in…

A/N- Just a little nsfw Drabble for an anon ask, also don’t worry Breakaway state part 5 is still in the works 😘

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism, Language, Age gap Price (38) Tank (26) Dom!Price, Brat!Tank, Sir kink, praise kink, unsafe sex, p in v, knife play and cock warming if you squint like really hard!

✨As always comments and feedback welcome ✨

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

Tags: @fanficandartgal @deadbranch @soapyghost @shuttlelauncher81 @a-littlebirdie @boomtowngirl @chb-7 @noxspellxbound @brewed-pangolin

Sorry if I missed anyone❤️

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“Why am I doing this again?” You rested your cheek on the butt of your rifle.

“For god sake….I’ve told you…you need to “blend” in better! You shift about too much!” Price was losing his patience with you now.

“….blend in better? I’m dressed in tall fucking grass and weeds…in tall fucking grass and weeds how much more do I need to blend in?!” You dropped your head resting your forehead on the cold ground. The wind whistled around you. You didn’t even know where Price was but the clarity of the comms meant he was close by. The training field was silent apart from the wind.

“We’ve been out here for ages now..the suns setting..I think I’m pretty undetectable, send Soap out to try an spot me…” your voice was mocking.

“How about I send Ghost out?”

“……”

“I’ll take that as a no then kid? Start crawling back to me” his voice gravelly over the comms

“…I don’t even know where you are…are we done, I feel like we are done? can’t I just stand up?” You lifted your head, pushing yourself up but just as your shoulder came level with the grass you felt a sharp shot hit it. It didn’t hurt but you felt it. You looked down at the little blue ball.

“Did you just shoot me?…with a BB gun?” You rolled the little ball between your finger an thumb. You turned your face towards the direction it had come from.

“Yeh…a warning shot because if I was the enemy that would of been a real bullet also I would of shot you in the head….get back down” you could hear the annoyance in his voice.

“Fuck sake…taking the piss now” you muttered under your breath…he wasn’t that close to hear that surely.

“I’m taking the piss? Your the one pissing about Tank…get your fucking arse out of the air and get your body down to the ground or I will shoot you again…” he sounded close now, an he would shoot you, but you never did know when to stop.

“Thought you liked my arse in the air sir? Said it’s one of your favourite sights…” you smirked.

“….you being funny sergeant? Because I will wipe that smirk off your face…” his voice was louder now, he was close.

“I’d like to see you try sir…” you were baiting him now.Silence. You scanned your surroundings he should be north west of you, unless…you heard a shift behind you,but before you could turn over you were dragged back by you ankle.

“I did warn you…” Price growled in your ear. He had pulled you right back to him. He was practically on top of you.

“Your all talk…John” you didn’t turn your head to look at him, suddenly you could feel him unclipping the straps to the lower half of your ghillie suit.

“What are you doing? Does the fresh air an grease paint do it for you?” You laughed, but your head was pushed down low to the ground your cheek in the dirt once again.

“Ah fuck…” it took you by surprise, but rough Price only made the odd appearance, you must of really wound him up. You heard the soft ching of a knife being unsheathed and your eyes flashed panic, had you wound him up that much?

“John…what are you doing?” You tried to turn your head towards him.

“Stay still….very still” He growled in your ear again, as he used his knife to cut the seam of your pants, his intentions made clear you relaxed your body as you felt him finish the job with his hand.

“You’re not wearing any knickers? Can’t say I’m surprised…” He licked his thumb and pressed it to your folds, it easily slipped inside, causing a slight moan from you.

“Well that wasn’t difficult was it? I think the fresh air an grease paint does it for you aswell kid…or is it the thought of your Captain fucking you in a field?” He peered over your face just enough for you to see his eyes, the dark camouflage paint making them stand out.

“Abit of both sir…” you could feel his thumb thrusting into you slowly, you were leaking all over his hand. Your head was getting fuzzy, you could no longer hear the wind or the birds, just the wet sounds of his thumb inside you and the sound of your heart beat as it drummed into the ground. You felt Price shift and remove his thumb. You let out a groan, you hoped he wasn’t just teasing you, you wouldn’t make it back to base.

“You ready to put your training to the test Tank?” he removed his hand from your head to pull his zipper down. You could feel the head of his cock at your entrance. You didn’t need to be told to lift your hips up, it made him chuckle.

“Good girl” Price huffed as he slid inside, your walls adjusting around him. He placed himself right ontop of you, the weight of him pushing you down fully flat. His cock buried deep inside. He completely covered you his head right next to yours. You expected him to start thrusting but no he lay completely still, his cock pulsing inside you. Before you could question him, he snaked his arm under yours to position your face upwards to look through the tall grass, you mouth fell open as soon as you clocked what he was showing you…Ghost an 4 rookies were 300feet away from you.

“Told you I’d send Ghost out…now let’s see if you can blend in an not get caught eh?” As he spoke he began thrusting, strong, fast thrusts at first, it made the coils in your stomach tighten with each one he was dragging at your walls. It made your eyes roll back, you had to slap your hand over your mouth if Ghost didn’t see you first he would of heard you.

“Who’s getting closer? You or Ghost?” Price whispered in your ear. It caused a shiver up your spine an made your walls contract around him. He slowed his thrusts right down almost painfully slow…two of the rookies were a few feet away, Ghost had gone east with the other two.

“Keep yah head still, it’s gone be close” he whispered lowering both his head and yours as the rookies walked right past you. The suspense was agonising, but your walls were still fluttering around Prices cock which only seem to get harder. When you were sure it was clear you moved your hips under him, desperate for any form of friction or movement, Price gave in his thrusts rampant an deep, you moans came out strangled and restrained but your orgasm was bliss as you panted for Price to cum inside you, he grit his teeth burying his head into your shoulder as he filled you to the brim.

“Ahhh ahh fuck…have they gone back to base?” You turned your head to look.

“Not all of em Ghost is still in range…wouldn’t surprise me if he’s spotted us…” Price grumbled.

He was right the 4 rookies had wandered far away, but Ghost hung back his body turned to your location…surely he hadn’t spotted you…

“You two done fucking around out here?”

[mariamakeslemons]

Kinktober Day 7: Bruise and Bitemarks/Virginity

Warning: Reader is female, mention of virginity being a societal construct to control women, mention of rough sex

You’re too pretty for this shit hole of a bar, Price decides, sipping his whiskey. Too sweet, with how you fidget and shy as your friends talk around you. The little group is obviously encouraging you and assuring you.

“Wha’ yeh lookin’ at?” Soap asks obnoxiously, peering around Price’s shoulder toward your table.

“Knock it off, Soap,” Gaz scolds, smacking his fellow Sergeant in reprimand. Although, Price easily catches Gaz peeking a little as well, too curious for his own good.

“There a bird y’ lookin’ at, Price?” Ghost asks, taking a sip of his bourbon.

“Does it matter if I do?” he warns. His Sergeants immediately avoid eye contact while Ghost just snorts and takes another sip of his bourbon. Price huffs and looks at you out of the corner of his eye again. Your friends are pushing you toward the rest of the room, encouraging and giving you thumbs up as you shyly walk, glancing back at them nervously. Strangely enough, you seem to be heading toward the 141’s table, fidgeting with the jumper you’re wearing as you go. Eventually, you’re right in front of Price, chewing your lip and averting your eyes.

“Um,” you start, “Do… I mean, would you… Uh…” Trailing off, you give a glance back at your friends at the table. They all give thumbs up and big grins, which seems to give you a bit of confidence as you turn back to Price. Clearing your throat, you manage to ask, “Would you like to get a drink with me?”

“…I’d love to, Dove,” Price purrs, pleased at the soft keening sound that escapes your mouth. He ignores how Gaz’s jaw dropped and how Soap is now shaking Gaz with a similar expression, patting a chuckling Ghost on the shoulder to follow you to the bar itself. You sit so prettily on your chair, fiddling with the straw in the cocktail you ordered while Price sips on his new glass of whiskey.

“So, why did you come up to me?” he asks, watching as you seem to fluster and hide your face in you jumper.

“I… I want to finally…” you trail off, staring down at your glass as you whisper the rest of your sentence. He blinks calmly, waiting patiently as you seem to panic, obviously knowing he didn’t hear what you said. You look around the bar and lean in, like you’re going to tell him a secret. Maybe it is, because you softly whisper to him, “I want to lose my virginity. And you’re very handsome.” Price freezes, his brain more than a broken at the very idea that someone as sweet and lovely as you hasn’t had anyone to take that stupid little idea from you. But it also makes the dark part of him, the part that insists that the 141 are his boys, that insists that Ale and Rudy, that Farah and Alex are all his, perk up. If no one’s fucked you before, then you don’t know what to expect.

“Well, then,” Price drawls carefully, “How about we go to your place and take it slow? Make sure you feel nothin’ but pleasure, Dove.” You get sweetly bashful, averting your eyes like the dove he calls you, and he knows he’s got you. Hook, line, sinker.

“Okay,” you agree, a small, sweet smile crossing your lips.

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You blink blearily in the morning light, sore between the legs but still so good. Last night had been a wild ride. Your friends took you out, insisting you should find someone to finally lose your virginity after breaking up with another cheating asshole because you didn’t feel confidant enough with them to have sex.

John Price, the man you took home with you, did. The words that left him made you flush, your cheeks burning as he rained praise upon your skin. Well, praise and bites, you muse, pressing softly on a near perfect circle on your side. You didn’t think such a distinguished man would be so… bitey? Bitey is a word, right? Briefly, you contemplate grabbing your phone just to check, before blinking at your own train of thought.

“You’re awake,” a rich voice says from your doorway. Squeaking, you shoot up and look at John with wide eyes, hissing at the throb from between your legs. He clicks his tongue and hands you some painkillers you recognize from your bathroom, a glass of water in his other hand.

“Easy there, Dove,” he rumbles, pressing a kiss to your throat as he hands you said water while you pop the painkillers in your mouth, “Be good f’r me and let me take care of you.”

“You don’t have to,” you assure him, unsure of what to do. You had heard most one-night-stands would have disappeared like smoke after. Maybe he’s here just to make sure you enjoyed your first time?

“I want to,” John says, staring at you with powder blue eyes, little crows feet appearing as he smiles at you. You blink at him in bewilderment, before staring at the water now in your hands. Oh. He’s serious.

“If you’re willing to,” he hums, leaning over to speak into your skin, “I’d like t’ take you out on a date. Show you how someone as sweet as you should be treated.”

“Oh, uh,” you stumble over words. Shit, will your face ever not burn when talking to John? He might be doing it on purpose, the jerk. The very hot, well-endowed, sweet and rough jerk. That might be your answer, though. Clearing your throat, you manage to whisper out, “Yeah. That- That’d be nice.”

“Good,” he chuckles, “Let’s take care of some of these bruises I made on you and we’ll figure out a nice place to go to.” You nod and take a very long sip of water. Yeah, your face is probably going to be five degrees higher because of John. It’s not a bad thing, though…

[snootlestheangel]

*not the most well-written addition to this cause the brain rot is spreading like the plague*

It's been nearly two hours since Ghost's comms cut out in the middle of his sentence. Those two hours have been the worst two hours of Soap's life, he believes. The absolute mystery as to what could have happened to Simon has been driving him mad. And despite the fact he swore to Ghost he'd keep it a secret, Soap finally decided to let Price know a rather important detail.

"I can call local hospitals, ask if they've had anyone fitting his description come in within the last two hours." Laswell says over the comms as Price finally reaches a point where he can't stand sitting around and waiting for something to happen.

"Simon doesn't keep tags on him anymore, Kate. How the bloody hell are they supposed to be able to identify him properly? I want to make sure I get my lieutenant back and not some fucking nitwit criminal pretending to be him!" Price bites back, and Gaz frowns at him.

"That's a ridiculous fear, John." Laswell snaps back.

"No, it's not! We know these people have a history of impersonating people, especially those in power positions, so it wouldn't be too far fetched to lead us down a wild goose chase!" Price argues once again.

"Okay, so let's assume they do. You said Ghost doesn't wear tags anymore? What would make you think they wouldn't just take his tags if he had any to begin with?"

"They wouldn't want to, wouldn't they? It's harder to trace someone without any ID." Gaz adds, and Price breathes a sigh of relief at seeing some support for his concerns.

"Okay, that's a good point. How do you suggest we find him, then?" Laswell asks and a silence falls over the group. Price turns to his sergeants, trying to hide the fact he seems lost.

"So, what if I told yeh that Ghost does have tags?" Soap asked, rather hesitantly. Price's gaze snaps to him as the captain's brow furrows with confusion. Soap nervously licks his lips as he thinks of how to explain.

"Well, he still has his old tags, ya ken? And well, shite- He made me swear nae to say anythin'-" Soap finds the words harder to form than he anticipated. Price rolls his eyes, impatient for Soap to get to the point.

"Spit it out, Soap." The captain orders and Soap nods, taking a deep breath.

"He and I swapped tags." The words quickly tumble out and are followed with an awkward silence. Gaz bites his bottom lip in an effort to prevent from laughing, especially cognizant of the way Price's face reddened with anger.

"You stupid fucking cocksuckers." Price snaps out before removing his hat and running a hand over his face and through his hair. Gaz squeezes his eyes shut as he forces back a laugh, but is unable to hold back long when Laswell's quiet wheeze of laughter breaks through the comms.

"I'll call around and see if any hospitals in the area have a John MacTavish." Laswell manages to say rather well, despite the obvious smile behind the words. Price lets out a heavy sigh before glaring at Soap. He looks like he intends to say something, but decides against it as he simply shakes his head and turns to get in the truck.

"Can't take you two anywhere." He mutters to himself before slamming the truck door shut.

"Mate-" Gaz manages to say before falling into another fit of laughter. Soap shoves him as his ears turn a deep shade of red.

~~~

Oliver MacTavish had really just wanted to go home. It had been a long day at work, the ER was constantly packed with people, and he performed more emergency surgeries that day than he ever wanted to.

But he was raised to be kind to others and help those in need. It's why he became a doctor in the first place.

What he hadn't expected was to nearly hit a person on the winding backroad that led to his house. The particular curve in the road he encountered this man was an equal distance between the hospital and his home, a rather strange fact that made the interaction all the more unusual.

At first, Oliver believes he's nearly hit a drunkard. Not uncommon, necessarily, but an unusual sight on this particular road.

But then he noticed the blood, the massive bulletproof vest, the pistol clutched in one of the man's hands. Most unnerving was the skull mask, of course, yet by the time Oliver processed everything else about the man's appearance, the mask didn't seem that strange.

Yes, definitely an unusual sight.

Against his better judgement and his ma's words of warning about strangers on dark roads, Oliver helped the man into his car and turned back for the hospital. The man was barely conscious during the car ride, and remained eerily quiet the entire way there. He managed to stay awake long enough to stumble into the ER's doors with Oliver's help. Which, Oliver greatly appreciated given the fact the stranger towered over him, even when hunched over due to the wound on his abdomen.

The night grew stranger for Oliver as he helped the medical staff strip the mystery man so they can assess and attend to his wounds. The first, and most notable, item of concern being the vest. It was a tactical vest, one of nice quality which had a few of them glancing nervously at the unconscious man. Next, obviously, the gun, but seeing as it only contained a single bullet and there appeared to be no other ammunition on his person, it was deemed less concerning than it should be. Then came the concerning number of knives hidden in concerning places on the man's person. The sheer number of them became so disturbing it was absurd, and let to fits of nervous laughter from the staff.

Finally, came the dog tags. A clear indication the man was indeed military. It was a concerning confirmation, actually. A soldier wandering around nearly dead with a gunshot wound in the Scottish countryside? Yes, very concerning indeed.

But then Oliver actually looked at the tags. And he realized something more was wrong with this mystery man. As if it could get worse.

But it did. The man's dog tags were far too familiar to Oliver, but he couldn't question how this man ended up with them around his neck. At least, he couldn't for the moment. These were tags he had seen lying on the table at his parents' house during the holidays. They were the tags he had seen get tucked back into a shirt as they came loose during a family game of rugby.

Instead, he had to get over the shock of seeing his little brother's dog tags.

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At some point, Laswell found a hospital not far from their location that had brought in someone recently fitting the description. Most notably, wearing dog tags that claimed his name to be "John MacTavish".

It isn't until they reach the hospital that Soap remembers it's the one his older brother works at.

He's so dead if Oliver is working.

~~~

The relief Soap feels upon finally making it into the room where Ghost rests peacefully after surgery is unmatched. He doesn't hesitate to slide into the seat next to the bed, taking Ghost's hand into his own. He doesn't even notice when someone enters the room and stands just outside of his field of vision.

"John, yeh daft fookin' bastard! The fuck are yeh swappin' tags fer?! Are yeh out yer heid?!" A familiar voice scolds him as someone tugs at his ear, not quite enough to do damage, but painful enough to prove a point.

"Ah, Oliver, quit! Ah can explain!" Soap immediately tries to pry his older brother away from him as he stands.

"Yeh better be able to! I mean, what even is the point of swappin' tags? What's it mean?" Oliver snaps as he roughly nudges Soap in the ribs.

"Means I'm gonna marry 'im." Simon's sleep-laden voice interrupts the brothers as he begins to stir. Soap ignores his brother as he stares down at Simon in shock.

"Well, you really need teh tell everyone yer datin' someone. Otherwise, Ma might have a fit if yeh just suddenly come home engaged." Oliver calmly states as he pats Soap on the shoulder. Gaz lets out an inhuman wheeze as he stumbles out of the room.

"His family doesn't even know!" Gaz manages to say just as the door closes behind him and Price. Simon makes a confused noise as he rubs at his eyes, frowning up at Soap.

"Doesn't know what?"

"Good job, John."

"Piss off, Ollie."

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THE AU IDEAS NEED TO STOP

AU where something goes wrong during an operation to expose one of the biggest criminal rings in the UK and Ghost ends up separated from the team

He's been shot, he's bleeding, he can't walk properly, and he's being hunted. He's pretty sure he's got a pretty bad head injury, too, and he's struggling to make it to the nearby road.

A kind doctor on his way home from a long day of work sees him staggering, and despite his ma's voice in his head telling him to not trust this man, the doctor takes Ghost to the hospital. It's a startling sight for the rest of the staff, seeing one of the ER doctors come back after having just left and he's being used as a human crutch for this beast of a man who's barely conscious now.

They examine Ghost's wounds and are working on prepping him for surgery when they begin to realize this isn't just a normal person: he's got some high grade gear on, and they soon start to believe he's most likely military. Which obviously stirs another can of worms for the poor medical staff, cause why is there a soldier stumbling around, clearly having been shot in the Scottish countryside??

The doctor that brought him in tells the staff he found dog tags around the man's neck. Everyone is happy, and he takes the tags off and leaves the room so he can mark the information down and hopefully contact someone that can help get their soldier back where he belongs.

Except the doctor notices something very wrong about the man's tags. So he tells the staff he can't mark the information down, but that he does know who to call.

When confronted about this, the doctor asks the staff, people he's worked with for years now, if they know who his younger brother is. And they'll all say, "Yes, we know his name but we wouldn't know his face. Why do you ask?"

"Because," the doctor says while staring at the strange man before him, "he has my brother's dog tags."

"But that's definitely not my brother."

What an awkward conversation the MacTavish brothers are about to have...

[v1x3n]

TOO MUCH TO ASK? — s.riley

⸝⸝ PAIRINGS ⫶ simon 'ghost' riley x reader

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS ⫶ you and simons broken relationship is crumbling faster than before, it only has simon reliving the past - wishing it could go back to normal.

⸝⸝ TAGS ⫶ angst - broken relationship, couples fighting, arguments, suggestive mentions, feeling unloved.

Seeing her walk into the room fills me with pure confusion. I don't know why we have been like this. The smiles as she walked in the room had turned into frowns as she looked my way. Looking over at Johnny, sighing to myself. How did it come to this? Am I too quick to assume that she isn't pissed anymore? Johnny chuckles to himself, seeing the lovers disappear, "is the love no longer in bloom?" joking as he nudges me. I don't understand what's so funny. "Fuck yourself Johnny." I retort in a huff. Johnny scoffs as my mind replays the fight from before. She had pissed me off, gone out drinking with mates she knows I hate, until 2am. It was like she was trying to avoid me. 10 or 11 was fine but 2am was too far, way too late. When she came home, drunk as fuck, throwing a fuckin' tantrum, tears flowing down her pretty ass face. They played a very different tune from what we did before that morning when she wanted attention from me.

Her head red raw as Johnny makes another snarky comment, "what, did he leave you on read?" cooing through his thick accent. She storms out of the room, bringing all her anger with her, lingering some around the room. Thoughts flow through my mind as I realise it's ending. The so-called ending doesn't sound like the happiest around. My other relationships' breaking points felt like nothing compared to this. Why did it have to end? I love her. Fake chatting with Johnny before leaving after following her. Striding through the corridors to find her quarters. Taking a small breath and knocking gently on the wood of the door. "love..? can I come in..?" taking a reliefed sigh as she opens it. Sad, lonely eyes look up at me. "what?" i take a small inhale then followed by an exhale, i let myself inside and shut the door behind me. "listen, when you sobbed before-" she cuts me off," its fine simon." my..name? She had never used my name, it was always cute silly pet names until now. Fuck i had messed up big. "it's not though, is it?" I grab onto her hand, but she pulls away instantly. "it's just the fight from yesterday." It felt much more like the product of a squabble. I could see her unable to make eye contact, taking a step away from me. Noticing her lack of her usual physical contact, I know now there's a reason for it to be something more."Just leave it, Simon." grumbling through her words, looking down at her feet.

Walking away from her quarters, making it to mine, coming up with ideas for how to get the spark we had back. Bumping into Price along the way, him fastly knowing I'm feeling down. "You good, mate?"

"Yeh" I chuffed, trying to hide the fuckin' pain in my voice. "Soap told is 'bout what's been goin' on." He takes a small pause and sighs softly, hands on his hips and looking into my eyes. "would me having a small chat with her create a bother?" thinking for a moment, breathing in and out, creating a small hesitatenly nod from me. "there would be." pitiously replying. "just treat her right then." shite advice captain. Like I wasn't being nice? Price fucks off as I open my door and lay down on my bed."Oh" I grumble, taking a while to relax myself, laying my head on the pillow and trying to settle myself. Checking my phone to see if she had called. its uncertian if she had fully closed off from me yet.whether the curtain had shut for good.deciding to get myself back up, seeing as it wasnt late yet; Only 5pm. Heading down to the mess hall, seeing her. Slowly making my way up to her, nervous about the interaction. I suggest, "Wanna go to the little pub you like?"

I could see her cogs turning, almost struggling to say something, like her mouth was taped shut. She said, "See if it's still raining, I'm not dressed for it." I let out a small sigh, not knowing what her answer would be. But hearing it was different. And then "if you loved me-" And I interrupted, received a scowl and stare, but still decided to stop her there. "so no date?" she pulls me back into my room and scoffs. Obviously this was another start to yet another fight. I am so sick of being unable to love her.

The fight starts, loud groans, even louder shouting. Tears. the whole package. "Would it be outrageous to say...We're either shouting or we're shagging?" she wails from her soft lips, I tried to hold myself back, to keep my cool, but it was no use. Every time we fought, it felt like a tidal wave crashing over me, drowning me in anger and frustration."It's like we are docked in tempestuous bays" or at least that's how it felt yesterday."Why can't you just listen to me for once?" she yells, her voice piercing through my ears. She sits down on my bed, the spot of many memories. Her eyes were getting heavier. I just want to go back to the way things were.

"Would a kiss be too much to ask?" I let out a sigh, feeling the frustration building up inside of me. Without a reply, I sit next to her, gently placing my arm around her waist as she covers her face with her hands. After taking too long to reply, she tries to reply but yet again I cut her off, "its a pity." taking her hands off her face, looking over and up at me. Seeing the gloomy, dazed, unresponsive gaze she gives me, it just hit me. We can't go back. All the cute memories from the first kiss, first time, to chest touching on the back.

I guess it was all too much to ask.

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