#kyle gaz garrick one shot

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The Perfect Husband | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request Gaz with the prompt 60 "It's cold, and I want a cuddle"

Thanks ❞

: ̗̀➛ Gaz is always happy when he comes home, but ever since marrying you, he's always been his happiest when he's there.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

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Two years, six months, eight days and five hours. That’s how long you and Gaz had been married upon him walking through the door after his latest deployment; for six months, seven days, and two hours, he had been gone.

But he was here now, although he looked tired and worn down, large bags under his eyes and a slightly hazy look in his eyes as he fought back the urge to yawn. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and allowing the scent of home to welcome him.

Fresh coffee, the sound of the kettle just and just turning on again, the warmth from radiators that had been turned on for hours; he smiled, dumping his bag and hanging his cap on the hook next to your thick Winter coat.

Humming under his breath, he kicked his bag to the side so it couldn’t be tripped over, and made his way to the kitchen; the light was on, although he could see why you had not come to the door to greet him just yet.

Headphones sitting firmly on your head as you hummed to yourself; Gaz immediately knew the tune - one of the songs by a band you both liked - Fields of Verdun, by Sabaton.

Gaz knew what to do as he slowly put his arms around you, pulling your back flush to his chest; it took you all of a single second to recognise him, pushing your headphones down and around your neck before gently cradling his face in your hands as you smiled.

You couldn’t help it, letting your eyes roam his features for a moment, taking note of how he seemed so age so much and how he seemed so fucking tired. He would regain his youth every time he came home, and then lose it all again the moment he went back to war; but that was how it had always been for soldiers.

It would never change.

You would have to make the most of what little time you got with him, you knew that, but even as you held him so close, you could already tell that he was slowly slipping through your fingers; a lifetime together would not be enough.

“Hello, mouse,” he whispered, a faint grin on his lips. Dark brown eyes holding little golden halos where the light hit the top of his irises.

You licked your lips as you smiled, wanting to roll your eyes at the stupid pet name; you could still remember the day he started saying it, after you had trapped and released a mouse at the 141’s base. It still made you laugh; all their expertise and their intelligence put together, and none of them were able to catch a tiny little mouse.

“Hi, cariad,” you murmured, letting one hand slip to the back of his neck. “How was it getting back?”

Gaz hummed, leaning into your touch as he relaxed, the tension falling from his shoulders visibly. “It was alright. Price stunk the car out with his posh fags because he refuses to open the window, Ghost kept changing the radio station, Farah was asleep so she didn’t do nothing, not really.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head with such fondness that you couldn’t quite fathom it yourself. “How long did they make you drive?”

“Only from the airport to the first town,” he admitted. “After that, Price did the rest.”

“Good,” you said softly, kindly. “How you feeling?”

Gaz allowed himself to slump into you, resting his forehead against your shoulder and dropping his arms from your waist; he closed his eyes, leaning into you and letting all of his weight rest against you. You didn’t even flinch.

“Fuckin’ knackered,” he rumbled, voice like thunder. Harsh and lazy. “And it’s cold, and I want a cuddle, and I want a cuppa and… I just wanna  be home for all of five fucking minutes.”

“You’re home now,” you told him softly, running your hand up and down his back. “Why don’t you have a fag, have a cuppa, then get in the shower, get your pyjamas on, and snuggle down with me?”

He hummed as he smiled, nodding slowly as he tried to bite back the urge to let out a long and eye watering yawn. “Fancy watching a film and getting a Chinese?”

You grinned as you pushed him away slightly, just enough to gently press a kiss to his lips that left him wanting more. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Gaz nodded, daring to steal another kiss as he pulled away; he instinctively knew where the tobacco, filters and papers were, and set to work rolling two cigarettes whilst you prepared him a quick cup of tea.

Earl grey, black, no sugar. The way he always liked it, especially with the bag left in.

You thanked him with another gentle kiss when he swapped a cigarette for the cup of tea, and quickly pulled out your phone as you looked at what takeaways were open.

“Our favourite’s doing delivery,” you pointed out, leaning into his side.

Gaz leaned back into you, taking a quick look. “What’d you fancy?”

“Chow mein and fried rice, half and half,” you started, “curry sauce, sweet ‘n sour sauce… maybe some spring rolls?”

“You know me better than anyone,” he breathed out with a grin and a curt laugh. “Portion of cheesy chips as well?”

“I knew I married you for the right reasons,” you joked quietly, adding it to the order. “Couple of fritters for afters?”

“Always!” Gaz scoffed, playfully smacking your arm as you laughed while he giggled. “How long until it gets here?”

You took a quick look, then shrugged. “Enough time for you to have a shower and get your pyjamas on.”

“Get yours on as well,” he told you gently. “We’ll camp out in the front room for the night, watch some shit telly, pig out.”

You pulled him in for a quick kiss, grinning against his lips. “You’re the perfect husband, Kyle, y’know that, right?”

[justanoasisimagines]

Friends to Lovers

Hey lovelies back with another headcanon, my requests are open and my guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Kyle has always know you were special to him. hen the two o you met something clicked. The two of you were fast friends.

❀Kyle calling you a special nickname relating to your friendship. Even after you've taken the leap, he'll still use the same nickname.

❀You've been friends for yours before he begins to realise he's fallen for you. Over the years the two of you have gown close. You're affectionate with each other, hugging, kisses on the cheek. Kyle's caught him himself holding your hand more than once.

❀Kyle and you being insperable. The other's notice and make jokes about you two being joined at the hip.

❀When Price meets the two of you he insists you both join the task force. He makes a point to regard you as a package deal.

❀You and Kyle always looking out for each other. Both of you a fiercly protective of each other.

❀Both of you dating other people, yet each relationship fails. Through each breakup the two of you lean on each other.

❀It takes one day when things turn. You two are the closest you've ever been. You get injured in the field. Kyle's usually a composed person, but seeing you hurt courses him to go on a downward spiral.

❀He's by your bedside, refusing to leave. The other's have to bringg him food and force himself to look after himself. John reminds him he'll be no good to you, if he doesn't.

❀It gives him time to think. To realise he can't live without you. This is what forces Kyle to realise, he's in love with you.

❀When you wake, Kyle confesses his feelings at the nearest possible convience. With new realisations, and a new relationship, you two begin a new future.

[teletubbyinlipstick]

Hybrid!Poly TF141 x Reader Rambles

Once again, I'm unsure what to say. I get high, I get horny for these men, and then I hallucinate scenarios with said men. Please enjoy, please feel free to send in anything about these boys! Requests are open! I really like this idea, and I might continue to add on to it. https://www.tumblr.com/teletubbyinlipstick/760241391145238528/more-hybridpoly-tf141-x-reader-pleaaasseeeee?source=share heres the second part!

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OwlHybridAU!

Captain Price has big wings. When spread, they're just shy of 26 ft. A beautiful array of ash and brindle the feathers are easily the length of your arm. He keeps them tucked nicely, looking smaller than they are. On the field, if it ever comes down to it and he needs his wings, the look on enemies' faces when they spread is, in Soaps words,"so fuckin hot."

No one disagrees.

Johnny's wings are a bit smaller, around 18ft they're a deep honey brown. In the light, in-between the feathers, an indigo blue shines just slightly. His are more pointy at the end, a ripple effect used for disguising. Simon loves nothing more than to preen him.

Usually it ends with Johnny face down, high whimpers in his throat.

Speaking of Simon, he has the biggest wings in TF141 at 30ft. They're midnight black with streaks of white. When he's moving fast, they look almost like lightning across a black sky. His second layer of feathers is a dark gray. It's hard to notice the difference, but once you do, it's harder not to notice. He's intimidating. He knows.

It's his kink.

Gaz has the prettiest wings, 20ft, and the sweetest cocoa color. He has dirty blonde undertones that fade into pure auburn. His feathers get ruffled a little easily and the boys love teasing him for it.

It's a group effort to preen his wings.

Now theres you, new to the group, younger than them at early-mid twenties. Assigned as a mate for the boys by the government in hopes of reproducing strong genes. You're a sweet little thing, lithe with a pudgy tummy. Your wings are only 15ft. And very fluffy, a gorgeous cream with strawberry blonde highlights. The edges appear light tawny.

You're very beautiful. And the boys fall in love almost immediately upon receiving your file. They nest for you, soft blankets and pillows and sweatshirts placed in the rec room for a cozy habitat. They're keen to meet you, forgoing preening their feathers the night before in hopes of pack bonding tomorrow with you.

So imagine when you end up being the most reclusive, quiet church mouse they've ever met. You speak maybe 3 sentences in total at the meeting. You were quick to bat Johnny's hand away when he reached for your shoulder for a friendly pat. Feathers ruffling just slightly.

They backed off.

Simon stood quiet the whole time, eyes zeroed in on you. Assessing.

They showed you the loft to your room. Simon kept a polite distance, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. Gaz and Johnny were waiting for Price to make the first move and let you know about the nest they had secured for you in the rec area. But when you politely and quickly excused yourself and darted inside, closing the door with the resounding click. They realized you weren't going to the nest. Nor were you going to the rec room in general.

They slept in their shared king bed. The nest left cold and barren. Tears were wiped from Gaz's eyes, sweet cooing coming from the bed as the boys sought solstice for each other.

No one dried your tears, and you stayed curled in the corner of your bed. Scared. Alone. And unsure what the future will bring.

[vicariousresearcher]

Twitter links for funsies

Tw: literal porn so yeah

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

he definitely doesn’t see himself in competition with your toys, just tools to help stuff you

dick so pretty you be kicking your feet while giving head

Kyle showing you that he’s using all the goods that you put in his care package well

Making sure that head is always as messy and loud as possible because he knows the sloppy slurping turns you on

post argument sex with Kyle who knows that he’s won once no more noises can even come from your pretty mouth because of how fucked out you are

Captain John Price

sometimes his breeding kink gets sooo bad that he has to fill up every other hole because he knows he shouldn't get you pregnant yet

you spend the whole afternoon grinding on his thigh like a dog in heat and can’t even take a bit of teasing? Tch

fucking that noisy little rookie that’s been playing too coy. always playing it up until you have your face pressed into the lockers of the gym changing room

the team always asks Price how he can handle not worrying about his younger bird leaving him. He doesn’t tell them that every cute outfit you put on is always accessorized with his cum shoved into your cunt before you step out the front door

I don’t even have WORDS FOR THIS

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Soap always starts to go harder when you get louder, like a dog chasing a bone

massaging your throat bc you complained bout it being sore when he fucked it

best friend!Johnny making good on his promise, has to make up for lost time

Johnny coming home from deployment and not even knowing what part of you he wants to get reacquainted with first :(((

you and him are like bunny’s in heat after being separated for too long

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

drunk!Simon being so much more verbal and needy during sex, using you like a sex doll to just get himself off

you’re so excited to show him the little piercing that you got for him

Simon telling himself he won’t put it in because he feels like he’s doing something wrong by fucking such a innocent thing like you

Simon having to use a gloryhole to finally touch a woman because he scares off every one in real life from his size and scarred up face

teammate!Ghost who knows you’re not the traitor, knew it before he even started this interrogation, but this is his only chance of seeing the teammate he’s been fawning over actually come undone

Threesome/Groups

Soaps always so loud; dirty talk, grunts, n moans. Ghost is silent on the bottom, feelin’ like his soul has been sucked out of his body by how your cunt is rapidly clenching around him and how he can feel Soaps cock through your thin wall

just cause you got Ghost battering your hole doesn’t mean you can slouch off on your duties to the Captain

that after sex head that Gaz and Soap always insist on where you can’t even squirm away from because they just finishing fucking you dumb n boneless

in a safe house with Soap and Ghost after they rescued you from a hostage situation. they can see why a pretty thing like you was taken and you just accept their touches because you need to give your thanks somehow

all it took was one drunk joke about finding guys in masks hot. ‘god is this what you’ve been thinking about whenever we’re out on missions?’ One of them says, a disapproving voice followed by a chuckle comes from behind you as he shoves your mouth further down his teammates cock…

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

What's in the Woods?

Summary: Task Force 141 crashed down in the woods. Price is missing, while Ghost, Gaz, and Soap found a mansion, where you live.

Masterlist / Archive of Our Own

Content Warning: NSFW, Smut, F!reader, group sex, blowjob/facefucking, anal sex, p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, slight horror elements (?)

• Task Force 141 where they crashed in a remote forest, but somehow survived. Got separated for some time but managed to find one another in the woods, except for Captain Price. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz went around the forest once more to look for him, only to find a run-down mansion where they decided to stay for the night before finding the Captain again.

• The trio entered the mansion and rested before deciding to look around for things that could help them, only to find a girl sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs.

• Gaz was the one to find you when he entered your dark room and realized there was a person in bed. Thought you were a corpse until you screamed and he screamed.

• the other two rushed to where the sound came from and found you threatening to hit Gaz with a lamp. You still hit the poor guy with a lamp. Calmed down after some explanation from them and apologized to Kyle.

• Ghost thought it was weird that a person was living in an abandoned mansion in the middle of the forest and asked what are you doing here and what made you live here.

• You explained that your family built this mansion here because they liked remote places, only to abandon you here. You also explained how you survived despite the circumstances. They thought of you as modern Rapunzel, if not at least a literate female Tarzan.

• You ended up showing them around the mansion and lent them room, but apologized that of course, they were dirty because a single person couldn't possibly clean an entire mansion. Again, you weren't Rapunzel.

• Brought them to nearby waterfalls where you'd take a bath, clean your clothes, and catch fish because the mansion had long run out of water.

• A couple of months into the crash, they still hadn't found Price, only his hat and gear, and there weren't any rescues coming. At the same time, they had somehow gotten used to living in your mansion, even though they still question some things in their minds, but somehow those questions always slip past their minds. Have they always been that forgetful?

• They found you one night taking a bath in the pool of the waterfalls completely naked. How the hell aren't you freezing? However, the longer they stare at you, the more they can't help the growing tents in their pants. When they joined you, you weren't a bit surprised. In fact, you had a smile.

• Soap picked you up and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard cock leaking of precum, brushing against your cunt, and making you moan into the kiss.

• Ghost grabbed your ass from behind and rubbed his cock, groaning at the friction. He trailed kisses on your nape as Soap worked on your breasts and nipples, eliciting whines and moans from you that soon got muffled when Gaz grabbed your neck, bringing your lips to his.

• Gaz held one of your hands and guided it towards his shaft, letting you stroke his length.

• It didn't take long for you to beg to be fucked and they brought you back to the mansion.

• Soap dropped you on your bed and inserted a couple of digits in you, making you squeal at the sudden intrusion, and he teased you about how wet you were. He started to pump in and out, while Gaz gave your clit maddening circles that got you clenching around Soap's fingers.

• You whined when both men stopped, but Ghost was quick to fill up the loss as he thrust himself inside of your pussy. He let you adjust to his size for a few seconds, before pounding onto you.

• He picked you up from the bed, one hand on your ass and the other around your waist. He sat down on the bed with you on his lap and lay down, stopping for a moment.

• You looked at him in confusion but realized that Gaz had lined up his cock on your ass, hands gripping your waist. You groaned as he slowly eased himself inside your hole.

• Soap grabbed a handful of your hair, kissing you before pushing his cock into your mouth. Your eyes watered and you closed them, bobbing your head with Soap's hand guiding your head.

• After a few rounds of getting your three holes pounded, you and the trio decided to go back to the waterfalls to get yourselves clean and rest in one of the rooms they borrowed.

• Still not too tired to sleep, you talked and talked with them until the moment Gaz asked if you would like to come with them once rescue comes to this place.

• You merely smiled, eyes blank like a void, and answered, "Leave? Why would you leave this place?"

• They stared at you as you said that and a hum left your lips, slowly bringing them to sleep.

Note: It was fun writing this. I wanted to make this more creepy but got lazy halfway through. Totally did not make this next to my grandmother.

[eyelambspider]

𝟎𝟏. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 & 𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜 || 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 "𝐆𝐚𝐳" 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

Day One of Kink/Creeptober! Here are the prompts & my event terms!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : tigershark!mer!Gaz x gn!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ♪ The sailor tumbles into the icy depths, not to be heard again, not by the gods or the father Posiden and his trident, but a saved by the son of the sea. ♪ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.8 k 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mentions of drowning/freezing/near death, kissing, saliva as aphrodisiac, gaz 'accidentally' uses it

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒. The night was black as ink, screams and orders dying under the roar of the waves and wind. The ocean spitting in the faces of men as they hoisted the ropes and tried to tie down the main sail.

The storm had descended from nowhere, leaving the crew in a blind panic to rip the canvas from its mast in a matter of minutes.

The wind howled with a force that carried the rain sideways. It didn't matter that the icy hands of the waves licked at your back or clawed down your tear ducts. All that mattered, was trying to tie down the unruly sail.

The stormy night had snuffed out all the lights on deck, the only source of comfort had come from the white lightning that crashed like cymbals in the churning sky. The following darkness creating a fleeting moment of hysteria for everyone on board that valued their lives.

"GRAB THE HALYARD!!!"

Men swarmed by the dozens to grab the drenched rope, each grabbing on, grappling out into the darkness until they had it in their collective grasps and pulled. The ship rocked like an iceberg about to tip. No guide or god to lead it through the storm. The bow moaning with every crashing wave and spluttering punch the Atlantic had to give.

Once ordered to, you rushed to help the men grab the rope, the thick cord snapping around your wrist like a writhing serpent. Pulling taught as the sail struggled to close, too full of wind and rain to give way to the men that pleaded for it to shut.

"PULL!!!"

At once, the mass of men heaved, leaning back with a ton of weight, playing tug of war against the sea herself.

But she would not yield to the likes of men.

Another bolt of lightning vaulted across the dark clouds, lighting up the ocean in a searing flash of white.

A wave, at least ten men tall, stood up and jumped overboard in a rush of salt and bubbles.

In an instant, it swallowed you whole. The current slamming you from one side of the ship to the other. The rope, now your lifeline, uncoiled cruelly from your wrist. Simply letting go and tossing you headfirst into the depths.

Time slowed, and with the next crash and boom of lightning... all you could see were the churning clouds. No mast or other bodies. No orders or distant screams. Not even your own as you tumbled headfirst into the Atlantic soundlessly. Your flesh embraced with the icy bite of the sea in a loud splash of water.

You swallowed bits of the sea, lips finally moving all too late, opening and closing like a fish out of water. The surface of the ocean slipped from your grasp faster and faster. The waves pummeling you under the current, punching all the fight from your lungs in one fell crash.

The convulsions started quickly, muscles contracting painfully without any air. Breathing in only salt water. It was all too late that you remembered to swim through the shock. Body moving on its own accord in a fight for the surface. A fight for your life.

You broke the surface with a violent splutter, salt water vomited from your lungs, choking for air that was in your grasp. Just as cold and violent as the sea was.

Another flash of lightning cracked the sky in half, the waves forcing your head back under the water. Blindly drowning you and sucking the life out of your lungs.

Nothing made sense.

The dark void around you, the distant rumble of thunder, and a sky that mocked you with one last flash of lightning to show you just how far you had slipped under the sea.

The body that once fought for you, went lax and still.

Nothing made sense.

Until you felt a weight brush against your calf as it swam by. Then, something coiled around your waist, squeezing with a sickening softness. The body around this creature was warm and blubbery, even against your icy skin.

You blearily wondered if it was a school of fish trying to eat you. Already feasting on a sailor thrown overboard.

The world went dark once more, nothing to be felt or seen.

Until the sounds of choking filled your ears.

For a few minutes, that's all that existed. Breathless wheezing and gagging. The sounds of water sloshing onto a hard surface.

Then your eyesight returned, the dark world coming back onto focus as you rolled onto your side. A rush of sea water expelling itself from your lips with a violent heave.

A hand brushed against your back, patting firmly to help your struggle. The thick rains from just a moment ago had turned into a fine mist... still falling from the sky.

The hands, not your own, rolled you onto your back again. A shadowy face appearing before a pair of warm lips met yours. Flooding your lungs with a rush of sweet air.

Through the shock, your eyes widened, finally giving you the full picture.

Your savior pulled away, still cradling your head so that it didn't smash against the black rocks you now laid on.

Sweet honeyed eyes melted against yours, searching for a sure sign that you were okay. Alive. Dark, rich skin and tousled hair that reached just above his shoulders in thick waves. Droplets of clear rain dripping tantalizingly from his brows and lashes in a way that made him look like a god.

His lips crashed into yours again and your body shook from the pain that wracked your body. The near death experience leaving a tremor in your skin and a sickening rawness in your lungs. As if pebbled coral had scrubbed against the sensitive tissues around your heart.

You tried to cry from the pain, unable to feel the tips of your fingers from the frozen Atlantic you had just been pulled from, but the strangers lips persisted. Moving against yours, pulling you into him. His warm chest pressed against yours, igniting every sensitive nerve beneath him. So close you could feel his heartbeat like your own as he shared his breath with yours.

Steady and warm... and irresistibly sweet on your tongue, like the man had just drank the sweetest cherry wine. His exhale was soft like cotton candy, and twice as addictive. A sudden buzz flowing through your icy blood, granting it a pulsing warmth you had only felt under the morning sun.

The stranger finally pulled away and inspected your face. A concern scrawled all over his features. "Are you alright?" he asked over the roar of the tide, the water still crawling over the rocks to lick at your fingertips.

His voice. It was as rich as gold, and suddenly fiery tears stung the edge of your vision. It was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard. As if an angel was speaking directly to you.

He was beautiful, you realized.

He wore no shirt, no jacket, no sigil... he was a face you didn't recognize. That was for sure. If he was on your ship, you'd have remembered it. And the thought sent a cold jolt through your rapidly warming body.

You sat up too quickly, gasping for air with a hoarse wheeze.

The stranger let you, his hand staying on your back in a soothing manner. "It's alright, get all the water out," he assured you.

Your head dipped down, on the verge of coughing up salt until...

You saw it.

"Wha-?" The words couldn't come out of your mouth. The scream you had intended had only come out as a sharp inhale.

Right at his hips, it was like he had been eaten by a shark- No. He- he was one.

The blubbery body below his waist, the sharp fin and tail, was unmistakable. Akin to the creatures you had watched swarm around the ship, waiting for fallen food or eating the schools of fish that flocked beneath the boat.

That familiar grey-brown striped pattern on his-god!- on his tail-

A shark.

He even had gills below his ribcage, the creature not even wearing a shred of clothing that hinted at a humanity you knew.

"Yuh-You're-You're a-a" You huffed breathlessly, as if your body was trying to warn you. Trying to crawl back, away from the half-man in a frenzy of fear, but the pain ebbing in your bones was too much. The fright and fear to paralyzing. And the man held you close.

The same concern on his face still lingering for you.

"Don't move too fast!" He scolded with round eyes, holding you firmly next to him.

The struggle was feeble. Your body had given out before the struggle could even begin. Going limp in his hands as he supported you, the man suddenly jumping in worry that you had died.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" He patted your cheek anxiously before he leaned in and kissed you again. His breath mingling with yours, trying to force you to stay awake with a rush of air.

It was then, that the cold fear suddenly flushed out of your body. Replaced by a searing heat that shot straight into your blood. Fingertips tingling, feeling his arms and the intense heat of his skin despite the lingering rain. The acute way his body pressed against yours. The sweetness of his mouth.

It made your pulse flutter. Goosebumps crawling up your neck as he molded his body to yours. Pulling away to check again if you were okay.

The moment he did, your arm shot up and stopped him just centimeters from your face. Lips brushing his. You couldn't explain it, the need for this man ebbing below your skin like a sweet flame. You wanted him more than the last breath you had prayed for. Needed his lips, his skin, those warm eyes.

You pulled him back into your lips fiercely, tongue delving into his mouth to taste him again. Everything else forgotten and thrown to the winds. You only wanted his kiss. Again and again. Over and over until he drank the rest of the air from your lungs.

A soft groan slipped from your lips as he kissed you back. His body pressing insistently against yours, laying you beneath him on the rocks, his fin curled around your boots. Gasping for air against your lips just to crash into them all over again. With every kiss the heat intensified in your body, humming against his as his lips traced your jaw and neck.

[nemo-writes]

🔥𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 (𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂) ; 𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗼🔥

✘ various! tf141 x reader ; zombie apocalypse au!one-shot series

✘ chapter summary; you and your small, weary family narrowly escape danger. suddenly, an unexpected encounter ends up leading you into a safe haven, where survival demands loyalty and sacrifice.

✘ warnings; graphic violence, character death and blood

⚠️ one-shot masterlist

All remnants of life lay muted beneath the blanket of snow that covered everything in sight.

You trudge forward with increasing difficulty, holding your baby niece, Paulina, close to your chest, wrapped in layers of tattered blankets. Beside you, your teenage nephew Hugo, struggled to keep pace. Your breaths came out in sharp, frosty puffs, the biting cold seeping through every gap, lingering with an ever-growing hunger.

“I-I don't know how much longer I can g-go.” Hugo panted, lips pale and eyes heavy.

“You have to.” The words leave you as a dry heave. Paulina squirms, as if sensing the tension in the air.

Suddenly, the shadow of a figure appears in the distance, barely visible through the thick foliage of the forest snow. It's one of your pursuers, armed and ready to intercept your small group.

As quickly as you can, you pull Hugo close and hand her his sister and your thinning bag of supplies. You point sharply towards the nearby slope, a spot for them to hide while you distracted your incoming pursuers. His eyes are wide, mouth agape and ready to refuse. Caring very little for his objections, you push him away and hard. “Shut up, and go!”

You watch him leave, his form disappearing into the snow, before moving towards a nearby tree. With a determined shove of your shoulder, you make a heavy pile of snow fall, covering the footsteps of your nephew. Grimly satisfied, you took off in the opposite direction, hoping to lead the pursuers away from the children.

As you scan the forest, a sharp movement from your left catches you off guard. Before you can react, two of them are on you.

With a surge of adrenaline, you lash out at the closest one, catching him off guard with a thick swipe of snow. He stumbles back, but the second attacker was quicker. He lunges at you with a knife, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. You twist your body, clumsily avoiding the thrust, and use the momentum to deliver a kick between his legs. He curses loudly and doubles over, but before you could capitalise on the opening, the first man recovers and drags you down by the hair.

“Fucking bitch! You’re done now!” The impact knocks the wind out of you, but you fight through the pain, grappling fiercely with your assailant in the snow. Your hands find his throat, and you squeeze, a violent mix of adrenaline and desperation giving you strength. He struggles, his hands clawing at yours, but you hold on, feeling his resistance weaken.

A sharp pain explodes in your side as the second man drives his knife into your shoulder. You cry out, releasing your grip on the first attacker's throat and to clutch at your bleeding wound.

The two men regroup, their breaths coming in harsh puffs as they advance on you again. But before they can pounce, a distant whistle pierces the air, shrill and commanding. They freeze, exchanging glances of alarm. The second attacker curses under his breath, knife wavering.

The whistle sounds again, more urgent this time, and the men hesitate, torn between finishing you off and obeying the call.

Finally, with a frustrated growl, the first attacker spits on the ground and mutters, "We’ll be back." He turns to his companion, nodding towards the source of the whistle. Reluctantly, the second attacker sheatheds his knife and backs away, his eyes lingering on you with a promise of unfinished business.

You watch them retreat, every muscle in your body tense in anticipation of another attack. When they finally disappear back into the snowy forest, you allow yourself to relax, grasping your wounded shoulder in pain.

You turn and stumble towards the direction Hugo had gone, praying that he and Paulina had found a safe place to hide. The forest looms around you, silent and oppressive, as you push through the snow, the weight of your injuries and the cold threatening to drag you down.

Through the haze of snow and pain, you spot something in the distance. You push towards it, and reach a small hidden cave, its entrance partially obscured by a thick curtain of icicles. Inside, you find Hugo huddled around Paulina, his face pale with fear and worry. Relief washes over you as you collapse into the cave, the last of your strength leaving you.

Hugo rushes to your side, eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay?" he whispers, his voice trembling.

You manage a weak smile, reaching out to touch his cheek. "We made it," you murmur, your voice barely audible. "We're safe for now."

As the exhaustion closes in, you cling to that thought, knowing that you had done everything you could to protect them.

. . .

"That's the last of them," says Ghost, voice low and steady. He wipes his knife clean on the crook of his arm, eyes sharp as he took in every detail of the scene. Three men and two women lay dead around him, the blood of their struggle staining the snow. He doesn’t bat an eye as he manhandles the bodies to go through their belongings, taking whatever was useful, and leaving the rest behind.

Ghost had no sympathy for raiders. But it was certainly strange, the lot hadn't ventured this deep since last Spring. Not only was the terrain tricky, but the group that dwelled further south had quickly come to learn not to step into their territory without expecting something like this to happen.

Beside him, Soap holsters his pistol, breath visible in the cold air. "T’easy," he mutters, brows furrowing in suspicion. "Something doesn' feel right."

His partner hums in agreement, gaze shifting to the direction from which the two extra men had come from. "These guys were sloppy, like they were distracted or rushed."

The duo move cautiously, following the barely visible trail left by the men. Soap leads the way, his senses on high alert, while Ghost covers their rear, eyes scanning for any signs of movement.

They don’t go far when they find the first big clue—signs of a fight. Soap crouches down to examine the mix of footprints and blood staining the snow. "One set," he comments, pointing to a big and uneven print, as if the person was favouring one side over the other. "An adult, injured."

Ghost and Soap press on, the trail leading them deeper into the forest. The footprints become more erratic, showing signs of urgency. Suddenly, the first footprints turn into two. Someone had clearly made an effort to hide the new pair.

Soap’s mind races as he pieces the scenario together. "They were being chased," he says, more to himself than to Ghost. "And they split up here."

Ghost’s expression is unreadable under his balaclava.

"They were in a hurry. And look at the spacing—someone was carrying a heavy load." He looks up, his eyes meeting Ghost’s. "A baby?"

His jaw tightens. "Could be."

Soap’s eyes narrow. "If there's a bairn involved, they won't last long out here in this cold."

They follow the trail until they reach a small clearing. The footprints lead to a partially hidden cave. Soap signals to Ghost, and they approach it cautiously.

As they draw closer, they can hear faint voices inside. Soap holds up a hand and creeps forward. Peering into the cave, he spots a young boy huddled with a baby in his arms. Nearby, a young woman lays slumped against the wall, blood staining the snow under her.

Soap steps back to the edge of the entrance, his expression unreadable. "Found them," he whispers to Ghost. "What’s our move Lt?"

Ghost hesitates, his cold eyes betraying a rare moment of uncertainty. "We can't afford to take them in"

Soap's eyes go hard, but there is a glint of stubborness in them. "They won’t make it out here alone. We've gotta help ‘em."

They had a mission, a duty to their own survival. Ever since the world had gone to absolute shit, their group’s survival had been assured by them staying strong and detached. Ghost had dealt with their new reality better than most, but the same couldn't be said about the others. The end of the world was taking its toll, and he knew Soap was eager to find moments like this to vindicate his dwindling humanity.

"Mate…" Ghost starts, but he cuts him off.

"We dannae have to bring them back, just get them somewhere safe. You know it’s the right thing to do," Soap urges, his voice low but imploring.

Finally, Ghost concedes. "Alrigh’, but you’re taking this to Price and Laswell by yerself."

Soap smiles grimly, clapping Ghost on the shoulder. "Understood, Lt. Let's get them out of here."

They enter the cave quietly, their movements deliberate and non-threatening. The boy's eyes widen in fear as soon as he spots them, but Soap raises a hand in a gesture of peace.

"We're ‘ere to help," he said softly. "Yer safe now."

The boy hesitates, his grip tightening on the squirming baby. "Who are you?" he asks, voice shaky.

"Friends," Soap replies gently. "We're here to help you."

As they move closer, the woman stirs, wincing in pain. Soap kneels beside her, ready to assess the wound on her shoulder. Her eyes widen at his sudden appearance, and with a sudden burst of energy, she lashes out, her nails catching him on the cheek. He stumbles back, more surprised than hurt.

Ghost already has the barrel of his gun pointed to her head, ready to take the shot.

"Easy!" Soap exclaims, raising his hands in a calming gesture between the two. "We’re not here to hurt you. We're here to help."

Her eyes dart between the two men, distrust and raw desperation clear in her gaze. "Why should I believe you?" she spits, voice shaky but fierce.

Soap steps forward slowly. "We don’t have to take you with us, just get you somewhere safe. But you need medical attention, and those kids won’t survive out here alone."

The woman sways, her strength fading. The boy, still clutching the baby, looks at her with pleading eyes. "Please, Auntie. We need help."

Her resolve wavers, the blood loss making her compliant. "Alright," she whispers, barely audible. "Help us."

Ghost lowers his gun as the boy scoots over to give Soap some space. His features soften as he looks at them, especially the baby girl. Strangely, maybe even gratefully, she wasn’t crying, just watching him with wide inquisitive eyes. "Hey there, wee one," he coos, Scottish accent soothing. "What's her name, lad?"

The boy blinks, momentarily distracted by Soap’s gentle tone. "Paulina," he whispers.

“And yours?”

“…Hugo.”

"Good names," Soap said, smiling before getting to work on the woman. "She’s a tough one, ain’t she? Keepin’ you both warm and fed, I see."

Hugo manages a small nod, his grip on the baby loosening slightly. "Yeah…she's strong."

"Aye, she is," he continues, "we’ll help her, alright’?"

Soap moves quickly, immobilising her arm for the journey ahead while Ghost keeps watch at the cave entrance. She grunts, sparing him an icy glare, but otherwise says nothing.

"We need to move soon," Ghost says over his shoulder.

Soap finishes and helps the woman sit up, the children following suit. "We'll get ye to safety," he promises. "But we need to move quickly."

The woman nods weakly, her eyes full of determination. "I can walk," she says, her voice stronger now. "Just help me up."

Soap helps her to her feet, and together, they prepare to leave the cave. The journey ahead would be difficult, but they were ready.

. . .

The undead hordes had turned civilization into a chaotic, lawless wasteland.

In the early days, the military had tried to maintain control, to keep the panic from spreading faster than the infection itself. But it soon became clear that this was not a fight that could be won with conventional tactics. The undead didn’t tire, they didn’t fear, and they were hungry.

Price remembered the first time he had seen a city overrun. The streets of London had been choked up with the dead, everything crumbling under the weight of the destruction. The few who survived had no choice but to flee, to leave behind everything they had known and start anew. The ranch, with its fortified walls and organised routines, was one of those places.

Each morning at the ranch began with the change of the guard. The sentries in the lookout towers would report in, and a fresh team would take their place. Price always made it a point to check in with the sentries, ensuring they remained alert.

That day he’d found Laswell on his way to the towers. She was often holed up in the command centre, pouring over maps and discussing plans with their surviving intel officers. It was strange, but not exactly unusual, to find her outside on and about.

Gaz stood by her, leaning in to catch whatever the older woman had to ask of him. "—and I need you to check on the food supplies," she said, glancing up from her notes. "We need to make sure we have enough to last through the next few weeks."

"On it," Gaz replied, nodding to his approaching superior. “Captain.”

Price acknowledged the greeting with a curt nod, his mind already racing through the day’s tasks. "Gaz, Laswell," he said in a gravelly tone. "Anything new on the intel front?"

Laswell shook her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She’d chopped it clean off after they settled into the ranch and had kept it short ever since. "Nothing significant. Some chatter from up north, but nothing we need to act on immediately.”

Gaz then turned to Price. "About Ghost and Soap—they’ve been out longer than expected. You think they might’ve run into trouble?"

Price shrugged as he considered his words. "It's possible. We need to be ready for anything, but I would not worry too much."

They continue walking side by side along the shoveled path, talking about everything and nothing all at once. A gust of wind blew through the trees, rustling the frozen leaves overhead. For a brief moment, it felt like they could breathe easy. But just as Price’s shoulders began to relax, a shout from behind them shattered the moment.

“Captain! Lieutenant! We’ve got a situation at the gate!”

It was the voice of one of the young sentries, breathless and hurried, as she approached them from behind. Her face was flushed both from urgency and the cold, her rifle slung across her back.

“Speak,” Price said, already feeling a headache stirring in the back of his skull.

“We’ve got movement. Two figures coming up the road… looks like Ghost and Soap.”

Laswell's eyes flicked to Price. “And the situation is?”

The sentry bit her lip, clearly unsure of what to make of the newcomers. “They’re not alone. There’s a woman with them, looks like she’s hurt. And… kids.”

Gaz immediately looked over at Price. “What the hell are they bringing back this time?”

Price groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll bet they’re dragging trouble with them.”

“Guess we’ll find out,” Laswell muttered as they all began to make their way toward the gate.

As they arrived at the gate, the scene before them told a story even before they stepped closer. The sentries were on high alert, rifles raised but not aimed. A handful of medical personnel had appeared at the ready, tension radiating from the compound.

And there, stumbling toward them, was the source of the commotion—Soap and Ghost.

Soap looked grim, eyes tired, but his focus remained on the woman clinging to him. Closely behind him trailed a young boy—about thirteen or fourteen—looking scared but alert as he took everything in. And on Ghost’s back, wrapped tightly across his chest in the remains of torn rags, was a baby—its small form barely visible.

Price's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight. “What the hell happened?” he muttered under his breath, already knowing the answer but hoping against it.

Laswell was already in motion, stepping ahead to address the sentries. “Lower your weapons,” she ordered firmly. The rifles were lowered slightly, but still held tightly, the uncertainty of what was happening lingering in the air.

Gaz shifted his weight, obviously on edge. “We need to get them inside.”

The medics were the first to step forward, Taylor and Jensen pushing their way through the crowd, wheeling a stretcher with them. Taylor, a burly medic with a calm demeanour, was already assessing the situation as he approached the woman in Soap’s arms. “We’ll need to get her on the stretcher. Looks like she’s lost a lot of blood.”

Laswell stepped forward, giving the medic’s orders as they prepared to move the woman. “Taylor, get them to the medical bay. We’ll need to check the boy and the baby too.”

Taylor nodded, his face hardening. “On it.”

As the medic team began carefully lifting the woman onto the stretcher, Price turned back to Soap and Ghost. “Good work, but I don’t want to hear any more excuses about why you didn’t come back sooner. Got it? Also, I'm expecting a full debrief.”

Soap gave him a sheepish look, his breath frosty, but Ghost simply nodded as he handed the baby girl into the hands of a nearby nurse, the boy hovering nearby and watching the exchange.

“Alright, get them inside,” Price ordered, his tone firm. “We’ll sort this out later.”

. . .

Back at the med-bay, the sterile scent of antiseptic and muted murmurs of machinery ease you into consciousness. Your body aches, stiff and bruised, but your shoulder is definitely the worst. The pain weighs you down against the cot you're lying in. With a groan and squinted eyes, you survey your new surroundings.

The first thing you notice is Hugo’s face—wide-eyed and visibly relieved when he registers that you’re awake. Paulina lies cradled against his chest, her tiny form bundled up in new clothes, half-asleep with her small fingers curled around his shirt.

“You’re okay,” he whispers, leaning forward. “They… they fixed you up. Said it was just a matter of time before you woke up.” His voice shakes just a little. “Paulina and I… we’ve been waiting for you,” he adds.

A knot loosens in your chest, and you give him a weak but genuine smile, reaching a hand out to brush a strand of hair from his face. “I’m sorry, Hugo. You must’ve been so scared…”

He shakes his head quickly, his hand moving to cover yours. “We’re just glad you’re here. I… I tried to keep Paulina calm, kept telling her you’d be alright.” There’s a hint of pride in his voice, a testament to the weight he’s taken on in your absence.

As you shift to sit up, the door suddenly clicks open. A black woman woman with greying hair tied back and sharp, steps inside. She’s wearing a face-mask and simple green sweater and pants, and over it, a crisp white coat, her badge reading "Dr. Laswell."

She offers you a nod. “Good, you’re awake,” she says with a quiet authority. “I’m Dr. Sarah Laswell, head med-chief here. My team and I are making sure you and the kids are treated, especially after that ordeal. You’ll be okay, but you’re in quarantine for now.”

Her gaze softens, and she pulls up a chair beside your cot. “Your arrival caused quite the stir. Two of our best brought you in—that's almost unheard of.”

At her words, memories start trickling back, fragmented images of being helped, lifted by strong arms, voices murmuring assurances.

Sarah continues. “You’re on the ranch now—a community built from survivors. A mix of civilians and military personnel help run it, keeping it as safe and self-sufficient as possible.”

She pauses, eyes flickering over Hugo, her tone shifting to something more serious. “Now, there’s something important we need to address. Since you’ve been brought here, and especially because your nephew was awake for much of the journey, you all know our location. That means… you’ll need to stay.”

The weight of her words settles in your chest, leaving little room for debate. You look over at Hugo, whose gaze is steady and telling you he'll go with whatever you decide. Paulina simply beins to snooze in her brother's arm, unfaced by the sudden revelation.

You give Sarah a slow nod, your heart conflicted, but the decision is clear. You won't object, for your family’s safety, this place is the best option, a fresh start, no matter what came before. “I understand,” you reply, voice steady. “We’ll stay.”

Sarah then gives you a thorough rundown of your condition, her tone straightforward but gentle. She explains that the knife wound didn’t puncture too deep, thankfully, but it will still need proper care and time to heal. As she speaks, her gaze lingers on you with a knowing look, one that softens when she moves on to Hugo and Paulina’s health.

“Your niece and nephew are… doing well, remarkably so. Neither is malnourished,” she says with a slight nod toward them. Her tone is neutral, yet you catch the unspoken understanding between you. You’ve clearly been sacrificing your own needs to make sure they were fed, clothed, and safe. She doesn’t comment further, but you can tell she knows exactly how much you’ve poured into them. Her respect for you shows in the small, quiet acknowledgment, and it fills the room with a kind of warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.

After giving you the essential instructions for resting and healing, Sarah adds, “Once you’ve had a bit more time to recover, a few people from the community will come by to talk with you. They’ll ask about your needs, your skills, qualifications, that kind of thing.”

This catches you off guard. It’s been a long time since anyone asked you about what you needed or where you could fit in. Gratitude mixes with disbelief, and a hint of scepticism flares as well. Nothing has felt this… safe or welcoming since your sister was alive. The world after her loss has been so unkind, especially with the kids to protect.

But for now, you settle into the moment, letting yourself hold onto a fragile glimmer of hope for what this place could mean for you and for them.

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✧ A Proper Fuckin' Masterlist ✧

> Spider-Man: Into/Across the Spiderverse:

Those Simpler Sonnets - Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, NSFW, One-Shot.

Fashion Me a Blessing - Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, NSFW, Very Short One-Shot.

Fashion Me a Blessing (AMAB Ver.) - Miguel O'Hara x AMAB Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, NSFW, Very Short One-Shot.

> Call of Duty:

(He's Big) Ghost Rambling - Ghost x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, NSFW, One-Shot.

(Not One for Drinking) Poly 141 Rambling - Poly 141 x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, Semi-NSFW, One-Shot.

(Teeth) Ghost Rambling - Ghost x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, NSFW, Two Part One-Shot.

(To Not Confess) Ghoap Rambling - Ghost x Soap, Angst, Very Short One-Shot.

(Sleep) Ghost Rambling - Ghost x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, Fluff, One-Shot.

(Sick) Price Rambling - Price x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, Fluff, One-Shot.

(Don't Talk with Your Mouth Full) Soap Rambling - Soap x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, NSFW, Two Part One-Shot, Ongoing.

(Side Effects) Ghost Rambling - Ghost x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, NSFW, One-Shot.

(Starved) Valeria Rambling - Valeria x AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, NSFW, One-Shot.

(Irresponsible) Gaz Rambling - Gaz x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, Therapy Dog Hybrid! Reader, One-Shot.

(Better Things) Ghost Rambling - Ghost x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, Therapy Dog Hybrid! Reader, One-Shot.

(Reciprocal) Ghost Rambling - Ghost x GN Reader, Gender Neutral Terms, Angst, Therapy Dog Hybrid! Reader, Two Part One-Shot.

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> Last Updated: 10/10/2024 | 2:40P.M.

[iblameashley]

Interruptions and Interlude

Civilian | Male | Gay

2,900~ words

Content: Injury recovery, medication, alcohol, nightmares, relationships (platonic and intimate mentioned), swearing, cohabitation, teasing and ribbing of friends, mostly fluff, gay stuff.

Follow up to Ghost Falls Silent, Simon Stands

Simon 'Ghost' Riley | John Price | Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick | Male Reader

!!!SFW!!!

[Its been a while since my last update! Sorry!] Ghost recovery gets a bit upended when he gets a visit from Price and Gaz, who want to check up on their friend and brother-in-arms... and maybe to see how well he's getting along with his 'temporary' roommate. Neither can resist the opportunity to mess with the man, especially when said roommate returns to the flat.

Tag List: @a-sleepy-dissapointment

(Permission to use image from @loneghostwolf)

The quiet routine of recovery was getting easier for Ghost – more than he wanted to admit. Even with you around, his flat was still, miraculously, a bubble of calm. Perhaps he had just gotten used to the sound of your steps at night, or the soft clattering in the kitchen each morning. But you weren’t intrusive anymore. You were just... there.

About the only thing you did to truly piss him off – which he apparently had just adjusted to – was you pulling the cigarette from his fingers and putting it out.

“Smoking will kill you.” You had said. Ghost would have burst out laughing at the comment, but his body still hurt. There was a part of him that couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being a little shit with him, too.

But at one point, Ghost had made an unspoken agreement with you. He’d go on the balcony, and he’d only smoke once a day, just to shut you up. Just so you wouldn’t give him that look.

Today was different though. The silence of the flat was... quieter. You were currently back at your flat, doing laundry, checking the post, and whatever else you needed to do on your day off.

“Finally some peace.” Ghost grumbled to himself, though even he was unconvinced by the statement.

Ghost tucked his hand under his shirt to run his calloused fingers over the newest addition to his scars. The scar was rougher than his fingertips, and itched something fierce. He let out a throaty growl and pushed off the balcony railing, flicking his cigarette butt into the nearby tray.

“Fucking hell...”

Before the lumbering grump could do anything else, there was a loud rap at the door. He inhaled sharply and made his way to the front door.

Opening the door with some force, he gave a cocky smirk, “Forgot yer key agai-”

He stopped mid-sentence as he took in the sight before him. Price and Gaz stood there in the hallway in their civvies.

“Oh... Cap, Gaz.” Ghost nodded before stepping aside to let the two men in. “Thought you were my shadow... forgetting his key again.”

As Price and Gaz entered, Ghost noticed a paper bag in hand. Burgers.

“You like that shadow of yours, and don’t you dare try to convince me otherwise, Simon.” Price shot back with a cocky smirk as he walked in.

Ghost grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. “Shoes off. Flat rule.” He said. His brow furrowed as he realized that rule was yours, not his, and somewhere along the way just stuck. He grit his teeth and let go of Price.

Price of course didn’t question it, Gaz either, and both removed their shoes before going further.

“Burgers?” Ghost asked, changing the subject abruptly.

Gaz gave a curt nod and moved to the kitchen table, setting the bag down. “Figured you were getting tired of homemade meals and someone picking up after you.” He prodded Ghost.

“Fuck off, Gaz, and get the burgers out.”

Price let out a sound similar to a snort as he made himself at home, opening the fridge to grab some beers for the group.

“Yes, sir.” Gaz mocked him with a salute before opening the bag and setting four burgers on the table with some chips. “Where is ‘the shadow’ you two speak of?” He inquired.

“Back at ‘is flat right now. Living out of his luggage right now and needed to do some errands.” Ghost explained, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. “Got ‘im a burger too?”

“Of course, gotta thank the mate that’s been taking care of our LT.” Gaz grinned. “We’ll save it for him.”

Ghost gave a grunt and joined Price and Gaz at the kitchen table, slumping down in the chair and scratching at the scar.

“Shouldn’t be scratching at it.” Price chastised Ghost like a father.

“Christ, you sound like ‘im right now.” He hissed, scratching it more indignantly. “Like I got my own missus on me arse. Pattering behind me like a fuckin’ puppy.” He continued to complain. He stopped scratching and grabbed the burger, unwrapping it and taking a large bite.

“...and for some reason, that lad sees charm in you...” Gaz said, squinting at Ghost as if trying to see that charm for himself. He knew it was just Ghosts personality. The alley cat in him was coming out; he wants friends, family and love, but already hissing and swatting everyone back.

“Domesticated life suits you, Simon.” Price remarked in his usual gruff tone.

“You two come here to tell me to put a ring on the lads finger? Or check up on me?” Ghost replied, this time actually annoyed by the teasing. He wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of such ribbing since he was a recruit.

“Both, obviously.” Price grinned, chomping into his burger.

“So how are you doing?” Gaz asked, picking up a chip and biting the end off.

Ghost fingered his beer for a moment, then took a slow sip. He swallowed and stared at the men opposite him. “I want to be back on base. I want to be back on missions.” He replied, trying to be diplomatic about his answer. “Can’t do fuck all as a civvy.”

“Well, you are technically a dead man, does make taking a holiday difficult without being smuggled over boarders as an operative.” Gaz laughed. “But that wasn’t the question, mate. How are you doing?” He repeated.

Ghost looked at Price as if expecting him to bail him out, but Price just sat there eating his burger and drinking his beer.

Prick.

“I’m antsy. Feel useless.” He confessed. A heavy sigh escaped his mouth. “Hate the lad doting on me so much, like I’m incapable...”

“The lad likes you, Simon. Whether that’s in a romantic way or platonic, I can’t say. But he wants to help you. He wants his friend to be OK.” Price finally interjected plainly. No, it was soft again. He was being a father again.

Prick.

As is the topic of Ghosts new flatmate was a summoning spell, the front door clicked open and you appeared, suitcase in tow and a couple grocery bags slumped over on the floor.

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You took a few minutes to get settled, giving a polite nod to both Price and Gaz as you entered the flat. Price, being the gentleman he is, came over and took the bags from you and put the items away until you returned from your room, suitcase no longer in tow.

“Got ya’ a beer, mate.” He nodded at the cold beer at the empty spot at the kitchen table. “Take a seat, we brought ya’ some food.”

You smiled and plunked down into the seat with the three other men. “Thanks, I’m starving.” Your stomach grumbled on cue. You look over to Ghost eating his burger and chips, “Hey did you remember to take—” You begin to ask.

“Yes, I took the damn pills, mum.” Ghost cut you off, taking a long swig of beer.

“Good.” You unwrap your burger and take a bite.

Gaz can’t help but smirk, “Don’t talk to your mum like that, mate, its disrespectful.” I chides Ghost.

You slide down in your seat a little bit, a bit uncomfortable with the interaction. Had you been taking things too far? Were you being to pushy about everything? Questions started to whirl around in your head.

Not going unnoticed, Gaz placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “We appreciate you looking after the LT here. He’s a good man, bit daft, and doesn’t tend to take care of himself... so needs someone to light a fire under his arse every now and then.”

You nodded, though it only partially comforted you.

You pick away at your food and sip on your beer, watching the three of them talk among themselves. Its nice to see Ghost more in his element – with his mates – but you couldn’t stop thinking that you were an outsider looking in.

Price let out a low groan as he leaned back in his chair and extended a leg, making himself comfortable like this was his home. “So...” He was looking directly at you. “What’s your appraisal of Simon’s condition. Think he’ll be ready to return to work anytime soon?” He asked.

‘What the fuck am I, his spouse?’ You thought to himself. ‘Or a fucking doctor?’

“Might be good to get him back to work, he’s cantankerous on the best of days.” You huff, shoving several chips into your mouth and chewing.

“So... he’s Ghost...” Gaz mutters, furrowing his brow.

“I swear, mate... keep this up and I’ll throw yer ass out.” Ghost said, actually annoyed at this point. “Ganged up on in my own damn flat.” He growled.

“I’m sorry if –” You started.

Price held up a hand to stop you. “Seems you’re the only one Simon actually listens to. We’re grateful.” He reassured you. “But go on, tell us what you think.”

You gave a shrug, taking another bite of your burger and eating slowly. On one hand, you wanted to make Ghost happy and send him back to work, but you couldn’t stop wondering if he was really ready to return to duty. Or maybe... you just didn’t want this to end. It was nice to always have someone around, even if Ghost walked like his name implied. ‘Gotta put a bell on that fucker.’ You thought with a smirk.

“I don’t know fuck all about military service, but I think, at the very least, he could return to light duties.” You finally managed to confess.

Ghost shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His return to duty hinging on a civilian babysitter.

Price just sat there nodding and caressing his mutton chops.

“I mean... he hasn’t had much opportunity to train, being cooped up in this flat.” You continued. “I think he needs to go back to hitting the gym and adjusting to being back on base and being more regimented... he’s getting a bit... lethargic.” You smirked, casting him a coy look.

“Oh fuck off. You make it sound like I gained two stone and sleep all day.” Ghost grunted. He kicked you foot with his under the table, but there was no edge to either his words, or the kick.

Ghost looked to Price, “You gonna ask Soap his opinion next?” He fired at the man, though his irritation blatantly clear this time. “Speaking of which, where is that idiot Scot?” He inquired.

Price gave Gaz a look, then they both looked at you, then to Ghost.

“I can leave.” You said, starting to stand up.

“No, no... sit back down mate.” Price waved you back into your seat. “Ghost is on leave anyway, so he’s not privy to the details either.” He explained.

“All we can say is that he’s on a recon mission.” Gaz said, his fingers playing at the base of his beer.

“He’ll be back in a couple days. Said he’ll stop by and see ya, then.” Price continued.

“Oh, lovely. Then I’ll have my babysitter and a puppy on my arse.” Ghost let out a throaty chuckle.

You got a little bold, and a bit annoyed by Ghosts incessant need to beat his chest in front of his mates. “Didn’t seem to mind this babysitter sleeping beside you the last few nights.” you said in the most casual, nonchalant tone you could muster. You took a very long swig of beer and just stared the man down.

Price and Gaz stared into the distance for a minute as their minds processed this new information, a mischievous look stirring in their eyes at the revelation.

“Oh you prick.” Ghost began, his body tensing in his seat.

Price arched a brow. "Sharing the bed, eh? Well, well, Simon… didn’t peg you as the cuddly type."

Gaz snorted, “Is it still pegging if its two lads?” he threw into the mix, “...and tell me, does the mask come off for sleepy time?”

Ghost stood up so fast his chair screeched on the floor before toppling over. “Fuck the lot of you.” He hissed, grabbing he beer and making his way to the balcony for a smoke.

“You the big spoon or little spoon?” Price called to him, his chest and shoulders heaving with amusement.

The balcony door opened with a loud slam as the metal connected with the frame, and then was shut with equal enthusiasm.

“Shit... I think I took it too far.” Your voice shook a little. Ghost actually seemed really pissed off this time.

Gaz was shaking his head, “No need to worry about it, mate.” he said with confidence. It was hard to not believe those pretty brown eyes as they stared at you.

“Yeah... if Simon were truly mad at any of us,” Price scratched at his beard, “We’d have been kicked out. The man would have made us leave his space, not stomp off to the balcony for a smoke.”

“Its true that Ghost isn’t used to being on the receiving end of shit-talking,” Gaz continued for them both, “And he’ll never admit it... but he likes being put in his place a bit. He likes being challenged and stumped. And I think he likes you being the one to do it.” There was a smirk tugging at Gaz’s lips. “Only you and Soap seem to have that affect on him, but I think it means more from you because you’re civilian. He doesn’t expect you to have the same ability to banter like his superiors and subordinates.”

Price was still nodding. He inhaled deeply and let it out just as slowly.

“I think he’s just grappling with the fact that you’re family now.” Price finally said. “He’s struggling because he’s no longer alone. He has the one-four-one, and now you. And we’ve all accepted you as a part of the group... like we do all partners and spouses.”

Your heart thumped in your chest and you felt the heat rising in your face. You turned a few shades of red before Price realized what he had said.

“I just mean that we accept anyone who is close to one of our teammates. Simon doesn’t have partners or a spouse, but you the damned closest thing he’s had for as long as I’ve known him.”

That didn’t stave off your feeling of embarrassment, not entirely. You couldn’t deny that, even as grumpy and prickly as the man was, you were attracted to him. Underneath all that armour, both real and emotional, was a good man just wanting to do the right thing.

“That being said... you’ve been sleeping together?”

The change in conversation was like whiplash to you and you found yourself slinking down into your seat again, amusing both Price and Gaz.

“Its not what you think!” You barked.

It didn’t deter either man from eyeing you down, waiting for you to crack like an egg and spill any details.

“He was having a hard time sleeping! Partly due to the wound, partly due to some nightmares he had.” You explained, trying to keep a bit of Ghosts privacy.

“Nightmares?” The question was asked a bit too curiously by Price.

“Seemed to happen when he was more medicated.” Your stomach turned. It was a bit of a fib since it only happened twice, but you didn’t want to dig Ghost a grave.

“When was the last one?” Price continued the interrogation.

You sucked in a breath and held it. Your brain worked to think when the last time he had a nightmare actually was. “Uh...” You muttered. “Its... actually been a while. Maybe two weeks ago?” At least that was the truth.

Price stood up slowly, groaning a bit as his knees popped. “Gonna go have a cigar on the balcony with our boy.”

Price gave his back a stretch before meandering his way to the balcony.

“I hope I didn’t fuck something up...” You practically whispered to Gaz.

He shook his head. “Nah, if anything, you’ve helped Ghosts case in Prices eyes.” His voice was surprisingly soothing. “You just told Price that Ghost is comfortable enough with and around you, to let you be next to him in his most vulnerable state. You make him feel safe, even if the way he shows it is by being a slag.” He snorted. “So... when are you two gonna consummate your relationship?” He winked.

“Fuck off, Gaz.” You laughed in reply.

“That’s the spirit!” He continued to tease, patting you on the shoulder. “See? You’re one of us. But seriously, mate... you’re good for Ghost. We’re happy to have you around almost as much as he is.”

You sat there and gave a meek smile. Its not that you disagreed, it was just hard to wrap your mind that you of all people had wedged yourself between Ghosts armour and his heart.

...and maybe there was a few lingering thoughts about consummation. Who wouldn’t want a big man like him under them?

“Join us for a smoke?” Gaz asked, snapping you back to reality.

You shake your head, “Don’t smoke.”

“Good lad.” He tapped the table and gave you another warm smile before standing. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and made his way to the balcony. “Enjoy the rest of your burger. We’ll be back in a few. Girl talk... you understand.” He joked.

‘Girl talk. Fucking idiots.’ You shook your head and went back to your meal.

[thronesoldaccido]

The World We Could Have Created

Pairing: Kyle “gaz” Garrick x Fem!Reader

TW: Pregnancy, death, Angst, Grief, Mentions of loss, Hurt /no comfort

WC: 2.6K

(I just wanted to write something sad)

The night was still, the kind of quiet that only comes in the deep hours when the world is asleep and even the wind seems to rest. A soft, silvery moonlight spilled through the windows of the modest suburban home, casting gentle shadows that played across the walls. In the bedroom, the only sound was the slow, rhythmic breathing of two people entwined in sleep, their bodies close, their hearts beating in time with one another.

Kyle Garrick lies in bed, his arm draped protectively over you, his wife. In the dim light her face was serene, a soft smile curving her lips even in sleep. It was a face he knew better than his own, every line and freckle, every expression that had captured his heart all those years ago when they first met.

Back then, he had been a young man full of ambition and promise, studying hard to make something of himself, to build a future he could be proud of. You had been his anchor, the steady presence that grounded him, the light that guided him through the darkest times. They had been inseparable, two halves of the same whole, moving through life in perfect harmony. Kyle had known that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

They had done everything right, everything by the book, they had taken their time building their relationship on a solid foundation before taking the next step. Marriage had come naturally a beautiful ceremony surrounded by friends and family; vows exchanged with tears of joy in their eyes. It had been the happiest day of kyles life, standing at the altar, looking into your perfect eyes, knowing that they were about to embark on a journey together, hand in hand.

After marriage, they had talked about starting a family, about the joy of bringing a child into the world and raising them together. It was something they both wanted, something they had dreamed about during late-night conversations and quiet moments of reflection. And when you told him you where pregnant, Kyle had felt a joy so profound it had nearly brought him to his knees. It was everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever worked for, coming together in that one perfect moment.

They had been so careful, so diligent. The nursery had been painted, the crib assembled with meticulous care, tiny clothes folded and put away in drawers. Every detail had been attended to, every step taken with the kind of love and devotion that only parents-to-be could understand. They have spent hours together, planning, dreaming, imagining the life they would give their child, the home they would create.

If only that was possible

It had started as a small spot of blood, barely noticeable, a mere hint that something might be amiss. But soon, the spotting had grown worse, accompanied by a sharp, stabbing pain that had caused you to collapse in your own home. The memory of it haunted kyle, replaying in his mind like a nightmare that wouldn’t let go- the way you had crumpled to the floor, your hands clutching your belly, the fear in your eyes as you looked up at him.

He had acted on instinct, scooping you up in his arms and rushing to the hospital, his heart pounding with terror, his mind a whirlwind of prayers and pleas.

The drive to the hospital had been a blur, his mind filled with the sound of your laboured breathing, the feel of your body trembling in his arms. He had begged the doctors to save you, to do anything they could.

The nurse looked up, meeting his gaze with a calmness that seemed almost surreal against the backdrop of his frantic emotions, she offered a gentle smile and for a brief fleeting moment kyle felt a sliver of hope pierce through his terror. “She is in stable condition, Mr. Garrick” she softly said, her voice soothing like a balm to his frayed nerves. “she’s in room 122”

Relief crashed over him, he released a shaky breath he hadn’t realised he was holding, nodding gratefully at the nurse before turning down the hallway she had indicated. Each step felt heavy, weighted with the anticipation and anxiety that had been building since he arrived. But the thought of seeing you, of holding your hand, of hearing your voice. These thoughts drove him forward, propelling him through the sterile corridors.

The number on each door blurred as he passed them, his entire focus narrowing to one goal: reaching room 122. When he finally arrived, he paused, his hand hovering over the handle as if needing to steel himself for whatever could be on the other side. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was quiet, bathed in the soft, golden light of the early morning. It was a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. And there, in the centre of it all, was you, sitting up in the hospital bed, your face radiant despite the exhaustion etched in her features. In your arms, you cradled a tiny, swaddled figure- so small so fragile.

Kyles breath caught in his throat. His heart swelled as he watched the scene before him the sound of your gentle laughter filling the room like music. Your eyes, so full of warmth and love, met his as you noticed him standing there. “Kyle” you whispered, voice tender and full of joy. The smile that spread across your face was like the sun breaking through clouds after a storm. You looked down at your daughter, then back up at him, your eyes sparkling with unshed tears “do you want to hold her?” you giggled softly, lifting the tiny bundle of joy just slightly. As if to introduce their newborn to the man who had been waiting so long to meet her.

For a moment, everything else faded away. Kyle felt a rush of emotions – overwhelming love, Pure happiness, and a profound sense of completeness. This was the life they had dreamed of, the life they had built together through years of love and commitment he stepped closer, his eyes fixed on the small, perfect face of his daughter and reached out to touch her soft cheek, his fingers trembling with awe and reverence, your hand found his, their fingers intertwining as they both gazed down at their child, the embodiment of their love.

But just as he was about to speak, it was gone. It was all gone. The warmth, the light, the laughter it was all gone. The image of you so vibrant and full of life, was gone. Kyle blinked and just like that he was back at the reception desk. “I’m sorry, sir….” The nurses voice trembled, each word landing like ablow to kyles chest, the pit of dread in his stomach widening until it felt as though it might swallow him whole  “ it says here she passed due to placental abruption.”

The world seemed to stop. Time, which had been rushing forward in a frantic blurt of anxiety and fear, suddenly slowed to a crawl. The nurses words echoed in his mind, the meaning clear but impossible to accept. Kyle stood there, rooted to the spot, as if the ground had opened up beneath him, threatening to drag him into an abyss from which there was no return. Everything he held dear – his hopes, his dreams, his future – shattered in an instant, leaving him feeling hollow and numb.

A single tear traced  a slow. Deliberate path down his cheek, the first sign of the storm brewing inside him. He had tried so hard to stay strong, to keep it together, but now, in the face of this unbearable truth, the fragile damn of composure he had clung to was beginning to crack, His hands, which had always been steady and strong, trembled uncontrollably as he forced himself to speak, his voice barely more than a whisper, “can.. can I see her...?” The nurse nodded; her eyes filled with a sorrow that mirrored his own. She turned and led him down a different hallway, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling the air, the silence of the hospital pressing in on him from all sides. Each step felt like an eternity, every fibre of his being screaming at him to turn and run, to escape this nightmare, but his feet carried him forward, one heavy step after another, towards the moment he had been dreading.

When they reached the room, the nurse paused, offering him one last glance of sympathy before gently pushing that door open. Kyle stood at the threshold, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in shallow uneven gasps. The frigid air from the room seeped into his bones, making his body feel as lifeless as his soul. He knew what awaited him inside, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him.

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside him. On the bed, beneath a stark white sheet, lay.. you. For a moment, he could convince himself that you were just sleeping, that if he whispered your name, you would stir, your eyes would flutter open, and you would smile at him the way you always did. But the stillness of your body and the unnatural pallor of your skin, told a different story. The woman he loved, the woman he had planned to grow old with, was gone.

Kyles legs felt like they might give out beneath him as he approached the bed. His hands shook as he reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the cold fabric of the sheet. He hesitated, his mind screaming at him to stop, to turn back, to run from this unbearable reality. But he couldn’t, he had to see you, had to say goodbye. With a deep shuddering breath, he pulled back the sheet, revealing your face. You looked peaceful, almost serene, as if you were merely asleep. But there was no mistaking the lifelessness in your features, the finality of death had claimed you. The sight of you like this, so still, so cold, was a knife twisting in his chest, cutting deeper with each passing second.

He buried his face in your chest, his sobs breaking free in the torrent of pain and anguish. He clung to you, his tears soaking through the fabric of your gown, as if somehow, by holding on tight enough, he could bring you back, could reverse the cruel fate that had stolen you away from him. But no amount of tears, no amount of pleading or praying, could change the reality that you were gone, and with you, the life you had dreamed of together. The dreams they had shared, the future they had planned, were now nothing more than cruel fantasies. He could still see the vision of you holding their daughter, the smile on your face as you introduced their newborn to him. It was now nothing more than a fading echo, a desperate attempt by his mind to cope with the unbearable truth.

Hours seemed to pass in that cold, sterile room, the silence closing in around him like a suffocating shroud. When he finally found the strength to pull himself away from you, to stand on trembling legs, he knew that this was his new reality: a life defined by loss, haunted by the memory of what could have been. The light in his world had been extinguished, leaving only darkness and the unbearable weight of grief.

The days that followed were a blur, each one bleeding into the next, marked only by the rituals of mourning. The funeral was arranged in a haze of numbness, Kyle moving through the motions as if in a dream. Friends and family gathered to pay their respects, their faces etched with sorrow , but their presence brought him no comfort. How could it? Nothing could fill the void left by your presence.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was overcast, heavy with unshed rain, as if even the heavens were mourning your loss. Kyle stood at the graveside, his body stiff with the effort of holding himself together. He watched as they lowered the casket into the ground, the finality of it crushing him. It was real now, you were truly gone, buried beneath the earth, and with you, all of the dreams they had shared. As the last of the dirt was shovelled onto your grave, something inside Kyle snapped. The grief, which had been a constant, gnawing pain in his chest, suddenly flared into something darker, something that threatened to consume him whole. He turned away from the grave, unable to bear the sight any longer, and walked back to the car, the faces of those around him blurring into a sea of meaningless condolences.

When he returned to their home, the emptiness was suffocating. Every corner, every piece of furniture, every photograph on the wall was a reminder of the life they had built together, a life that was now reduced to memories and what-ifs. The nursery, once filled with hope and anticipation, now felt like a tomb, a place where dreams had come to die.

In the days that followed, Kyle found solace in the bottom of a bottle. Alcohol became his constant companion, numbing the pain, dulling the sharp edges of his grief. He drank to forget, to escape the unbearable reality that you were gone, that the future they had planned was no more. But the alcohol also fuelled his anger, his frustration at the cruel hand fate had dealt him.

One night, in a drunken haze, Kyle stumbled into the nursery. The sight of the crib, the tiny clothes, the toys neatly arranged on the shelves—it was too much. The rage that had been simmering beneath the surface erupted, and he tore through the room, destroying everything in his path. The crib was smashed to pieces, the clothes ripped from their hangers, the toys hurled against the wall. By the time he was done, the nursery was in ruins, a reflection of the desolation in his heart.

He collapsed on the floor, surrounded by the wreckage of what had once been his hopes and dreams, and let the tears come. They were hot, bitter, and unrelenting, a flood of grief that left him exhausted and empty. The house, once filled with love and laughter, was now a silent, barren shell, and Kyle was left alone to face the darkness that had taken hold of his life.

In the weeks that followed, Kyle became a ghost of the man he had once been. He withdrew from the world, isolating himself from the people who cared about him. He couldn’t bear their pity, their well-meaning attempts to help him move on. How could they understand? How could anyone understand the depth of his loss, the gaping hole in his heart that nothing could fill?

The days blurred into one another, each one marked by the same routine: drink until the pain dulled, sleep, wake up, and do it all over again. But even in his drunken stupor, Kyle couldn’t escape the memories of you, of the life they had shared, of the future they had planned. Those memories haunted him, a constant reminder of what he had lost.

And so, he drifted through his days, lost in a sea of grief and alcohol, a man broken by loss, clinging to the shattered remnants of a life that had slipped through his fingers. The future, once so bright and full of promise, was now nothing more than a bleak, endless void. And in that void, Kyle was left to face the unbearable truth: that you were gone, and with you, the light in his world had been extinguish

[mlmxreader]

Lazy Day | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Hi can I request Gaz with the prompt 92. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop”

Thanks ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Gaz have always had a certain agreement, but as time goes on, there's nothing more you both like than to spend the day in bed.

: ̗̀➛ waking up with sex, swearing, anal sex, breeding kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You and Gaz had always had the agreement that you could wake one another with sex however you wanted or felt best depending on the day; usually, that meant you woke him up by giving him oral, and it was safe to say that he was more than appreciative of it. But today, you had chosen something a little different.

You were careful not to wake him when you used your fingers to stretch and lube up your ass, even more careful when you guided his hard cock to your ass and slowly let him push in. A soft shudder escaping you as you bit at the inside of your lip.

Upon feeling the warmth, Gaz stirred, grabbing your thigh with one hand and lifting it up as he groaned softly and lazily thrust into you, his face buried against the back of your neck. He was a little worried about his arm going numb, as it often did when he laid on his side, but fuck, you felt so good he couldn't quite help it.

Pushing the thought from his mind as he smiled against you and slowly sneaked his arm under you, letting his fingertips rest against the side of your chest as he murmured your name softly. Still half asleep.

You pushed back against him, whining under your breath as you reached behind and found the back of his head; keeping him close as you closed your eyes. Gaz lazily thrust into you, pulling back gently before pushing back into you as he kissed the soft skin of your neck.

"Mm, what a way to wake up," his voice was still thick with sleep as he grinned, pulling you a little closer as he kept a firm grip on your thigh. He hoped that the flesh wouldn't be too tender later. "Almost feels like I'm waking up to a wet dream..."

You laughed softly, daring to yawn a little as you rolled your hips against him. It was like your ass was meant for his cock, stretched yet not painfully so, every drag hitting the exact right spot to make your body jerk and yearn for more. Pent up and needing it.

You had thought about it every day, thought about him every day when he wasn't there, and you knew that he was the same.

Gaz never stopped thinking about you, thinking about how good his cock looked in your ass and how he loved to smell the thin sweat on the back of your neck, how he loved to feel you push back against him and roll your hips as he slowly pumped in and out of your tight ass.

It was like you were made for each other, every single movement and twitch and spasm completely in sync. You knew each other's bodies as well as your own, and cherished it the exact same.

"Shit," you breathed out quietly. "Don't stop, please, don't stop..."

"I'm not gonna," Gaz murmured with a hidden yawn, keeping you as close as he could. "I'm not gonna let you go..."

He was lazy with it, soft and gentle and slow strokes as he gently squeezed the spot by your chest to let you know that he wasn't going anywhere; you pushed yourself back against him, finding an easy and gentle rhythm with each other like you always did. It didn't matter if it was slow and sensual or hard and fast, you and Gaz could always find a matching rhythm with each other.

It didn't matter if it was a quickie or a long and drawn out session, you could always find a rhythm.

He grunted softly when you clenched around him, grinning against the back of your neck before peppering it in little soft kisses. It was the thing he missed most of all when he was deployed. Kissing your skin and feeling your body flush against his own; hearing your soft murmurs and moans as he gently grunted and growled.

Knowing that he would always be with you and he would do anything in the world for you, and secure in thinking that you would do the exact same for him. The thing he missed most of it when he wasn't there, was being with you.

You missed each other dearly, and although he always called and texted and video called, it just wasn't ever enough; you always wanted to feel the other's skin, and to hear their voice against your ear. It wasn't fair that the best you had was a quick phone call or a few texts throughout the day.

Gaz was getting close, his movements slowing down and becoming less rhythmic as he kept you as close as he could.

You were a few steps ahead, your legs already shaking as you tried to fuck yourself on his cock, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you closed them tightly and whined softly. Breathing heavily and begging for him to cum inside your ass; Gaz gave you a soft kiss, promising that he would.

He would never deny you something like that.

He paused, his cock twitching as he moaned your name softly under his breath, panting heavily as he tightly closed his eyes. A soft squelch when he rolled his hips. You could feel him cumming inside you, but there was one thing that you wanted to ask.

"Kyle," you whispered. "Breed me, please?"

"Of course baby," he whispered softly, gently pushing you onto your stomach and letting his weight rest on you as he snapped his hips against your ass. Fucking his cum into you. "You like this?"

"Yes," you murmured, nodding. "Fuck... please..."

"You look so good," Gaz tiredly complimented, smiling lazily. "You take my cock so well... look so good with my cum..."

You smiled, content as you yawned softly. "I love you."

Gaz could feel himself starting to get soft, and slowly pulled out before moving back so that he could gently kiss your ass. "I love you, too..."

"You wanna spend the day in bed?" You asked quietly.

Gaz flopped down beside you, pulling you over so that he could snuggle into you. "You sure you don't wanna shower?"

"Maybe in a minute," you hummed, kissing his chest softly. "You didn't answer the question..."

"Pyjama day sounds great," he agreed. "A proper bum day, right?"

"Absolutely."

[wttcsms]

wttcsms winter writing week;

𝒘𝒕𝒕𝒄𝒔𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌

throughout the month of december, i’ll be gifting all of you fics! all fics combined will be well worth over 60k words of content + featuring a variety of characters to ensure everyone has at least one fic for their fave! happy holidays 🤍

DEC. 1, love cuts just like a knife (you make the knife feel so good)

pairing phillip graves x f!reader synopsis lover and victim are synonymous when it comes to those who fall into phillip graves’ trap. you learn this lesson a little bit too late. alternatively: an ambitious twenty-five year old graves will do anything for recognition and a promotion. even using you, a renowned general’s daughter, as a means to an end. collateral damage is insignificant when it comes to reaping the rewards of love and war, after all.  content contains age gap (reader is 19, phillip is 25), manipulation, loss of virginity, possessive sex, possessive!phillip, lovers to enemies, naive + inexperienced!reader, mentions of pregnancy, power imbalance, breeding kink, minor depictions of violence + blood, literally heavily inspired by taylor swift’s “all too well (10 min version)” + “would’ve, could’ve, should’ve” </3

DEC. 7, yours to keep

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader synopsis when your family is facing international death threats, your father requests security assistance to keep you safe. you’ll do anything to get rid of your brand new 6′4 shadow that follows you everywhere you go, but you underestimate just how far this soldier will go to follow orders; but when it comes time for him to move on to his next assignment, you find it harder to let him go. content contains diplomat’s daughter!reader, bodyguard!ghost, light degradation, praise kink, spanking, brat taming

DEC. 12, do you think i have forgotten about you?

pairing könig x f!reader synopsis when your father needs help securing his company’s biggest deal with the private military faction, kortac, you jump in with a solution. you’ll prove that your father has nothing but this group’s best interest in mind because family loyalty is practically unbreakable — and you’ll help him secure this supposedly unbreakable bond by calling in a favor with your childhood best friend: könig, who’s supposedly one of their best operators.  content contains weapons manufacturing company heiress!reader, childhood friends to strangers with a history to lovers, mutual pining, size kink, loss of virginity (for könig <3), marriage of convenience/contract marriage, forced proximity, oh no! there’s only one bed! muhahaha

DEC. 13, i know there’s a blade where your heart is (and you know how to use)

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader synopsis secret intelligence isn’t the usual career path for most individuals, but you’ve been born into it. trained to be the best, you find yourself as the only spy on task force 141. you don’t expect simon riley, one of the people you’ve had to play while on a mission, to be one of your teammates. alternatively: five times the two of you miss out on the chance to be together + the one time you two finally let the tension snap. content contains semi-slow burn romance, international spy!reader, forced proximity, almost lovers to enemies to reluctant allies to lovers (relationship status: it’s complicated), mutual pining, requited unrequited love, oh no! there’s only one bed!, overstimulation, size kink, clothed sex, semi-public sex

DEC. 14, i won’t ask you to stay if you don’t ask me to wait

pairing alejandro vargas x f!reader synopsis for as long as you can remember, alejandro has always been larger than life to you. growing up, he was the boy in the neighborhood who wasn’t scared of anything; he chased off the bullies for you, he killed the bugs for you, he’s the one that carried you on his back when you scraped your knee playing outside. but then he and rodolfo leave you behind to enlist in the army. they stopped visiting and stopped returning your letters, until eventually, they’re nothing but sweet memories from your childhood. one night, though, you open the loud banging on your front door, only to be greeted by the boy from your memories all grown up and wanting closure.  content contains slight angst, hurt/comfort, ambiguous ending, childhood friends to almost lovers to strangers to one night stand, unresolved feelings, requited unrequited love, mutual pining, childhood crushes, soft sex, possessive sex, breeding kink

DEC. 15, you’re out of touch, i’m out of time

pairing keegan p. russ x f!reader synopsis you work at a high-end brothel catering towards vile, rich men and brutal mercenaries. there are rules you girls must abide by, but the owner of your brothel fails to add some important guidelines: don’t fall in love with the masked sniper who treats you like the most precious thing in the world; do not help him in taking down this whole crooked organization; and absolutely do not run away with him to start a new life.  content contains possessive sex, possessive/obsessive!keegan, slightly forbidden romance (you are a sex worker at an enemy owned brothel, keegan is here to expose the owner and take down the whole operation), breeding kink, size kink/size difference, praise kink

DEC. 16, it will come back

pairing jason todd x f!reader synopsis you should’ve known better than to take in strays; that soft heart of yours is going to be the reason why you meet your early demise. alternatively: jason todd, your first love, comes back from the dead... after hearing about your engagement to someone who is most certainly not him. ouch. content contains socialite!reader, size kink/size difference, huge breeding kink, slight dubcon, possessive sex, possessive!jason, mentions of virginity loss/first time, jealous sex

DEC. 17, i thought the plane was going down (how’d you turn it right around?)

pairing kyle “gaz” garrick x f!reader synopsis five times kyle pretends like he’s not hopelessly in love with you and just plays off his not-so subtle confessions as a joke + the one time he admits to it being real.  content contains lovesick!gaz, weapons contract auditor!reader, mutual pining, gaz has got it bad for you, praise kink, sweet n soft sex, love confessions, gaz is a golden retriever bf confirmed, jealousy

DEC. 18, no more keepin’ score (now i just keep you warm)

pairing dick grayson x f!reader synopsis the two of you have never been the type to befriend the opposite sex without some sort of benefits being involved, but with the both of you too prideful to give in to the other yet too weak to stay away from each other, something’s gotta give eventually. alternatively: playboy extraordinaire dick grayson meets his match — and much to his dismay (and desire), you just might play the game better than he does. content contains womanizer!dick x maneater!reader, slowburn, banter, mutual pining but pride and arrogance gets in the way, play stupid games; win stupid prizes, this whole fic is so taylor swift coded, size kink, jealousy, possessive sex

+ potential surprises during the week of christmas 🤍

[teletubbyinlipstick]

More Hybrid!Poly TF141 x Reader pleaaasseeeee? 🥹

(ps, love your writing!)

OwlHybrid!Poly TF141 X Reader

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Thank you for reading. You're all so sweet for the support! I'm negl. I didn't expect people to read it, haha. I'm so shocked by the love.

Thankyou @bina-passion-fruit for the morning after idea! See her reblog of the first part for the gist. And please feel free to send in scenarios you could see these birbs end up in!

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The next day IS tense. The atmosphere has never been this suffocating.

Not in their own home.

Gaz sits curled up in Johnny's frame at the breakfast nook, head resting on the older mans shoulder, a deep frown setting into his face. His eyes are crusted a little, nose still deep red and cheeks puffy. He looks thoroughly exhausted, like he hasn't slept.

They all do.

Johnny has a cuppa sitting untouched. It's luke warm by now, but he can't bring himself to drink it. Face mirroring Gaz's, glaring down at the coffee like it has personally offended him. Every couple minutes, he huffs deeply, eyes darting away from the cup to glance around as if in thought, but he inevitably ends up gazing lost into his cup again.

Price and Simon are at the stove and counter. Quietly discussing things that need to be done for the day. There's lulls of silence in their convos, moments where their minds wander to the dove sleeping down the hall. Price feels guilt eating him alive. He's hunched a bit, chin tucked down in a clear sign of forlorn. Simon continues to run a hand up his spine soothingly, pressing closer to offer as much comfort as he can. But he can't deny the stabs of agony he, himself, feels.

It's raw. It sucks.

And Simon feels so fucking lost in this moment. He wants to gather all his mates in his arms (even you) and shush, coo, and coddle until there's nothing but purrs, chirps, and preened content lovers piled into a nest. He wants to scent you and rub you in their things to let you know you're safe and cared for now. He sees the trauma, the fear when Johnny reached for you. The self soothing you do by rubbing your arms.

He sees you. And in doing so, he sees himself. A scared fledgling unsure of the world, burned and bitten, spat upon by those who swore to love them.

Someone hurt you.

Tore at your feathers until you were too scared to take flight. And if Ghost ever gets a name he'd tear the motherfuckers wings from their spine.

The pitter patter of footsteps approaching the kitchen lifted them from their haze, four pairs of eyes snapping to you as you sleepily shuffled in. You wore a simple oversized t shirt and sweatpants to bed, hair rumpled from sleep, eyes and cheeks red and puffy from sleep. They can see the tear streaks dried from last night and it breaks their heart all over again.

Price makes the first move, taking a small step towards you with a plate held out. Buttered toast, sizzling eggs, and red srawberries sit on top.

"G'mornin' sweetheart, hope you slept well. 'Ve cooked some breakfast. There's coffee in the pot. Help yourself." Soft eyes gaze down at you. He's hunched inwards a little, head tilted down and the sweetest smile gracing his face. You feel very flustered, keenly aware of the 3 other sets of eyes intently watching.

Taking a deep breath, you offer a half smile, grasping the plate with slightly shaky hands.

"Uhm..t-thankyou, sir"

"John."

Wide doe eyes peer up at him, shock clear on your face. He feels his lips quirk at the sight.

"My mates call me John. Not sir. We're equal here, okay? You call me by my name." When his hand reaches out, you don't swat it away this time, only watching in marvel as he tucks hair behind your ears, crows feet aligning his kind eyes.

Taking a shaky breath, a soft, geniune smile spreads across your face, eyes darting to your feet and back up as you turn to the table. Johnny and Gaz are staring right at you, wings perked up. Gaz is quickest to his feet, pulling out a chair, a handsome grin settling on face. Pretty boy, you muse to yourself. Sitting down with a grateful smile and a hushed thankyou.

A hand reaches past your shoulder, jarring and unexpected. You whip your head up to see Simon offering a placate smile down at you, other palm face up to soothe. You tilt your head owlishly, blinking at him. It causes the older mans lips to quirk up on one side, brown eyes softening as he gazes down at you. He nods his head towards the table, and upon looking back to your plate, you realize he sat down a fork...oh.

Tears welled in your eyes, and a sniffle broke through. Simon's eyes widened a fraction, quickly backing away with both his hands raised, palm up.

"'M sorry luvie, didn't mean t'startle you."

It was sincere, filled with guilt. A small sob breaks past your lips. Johnny whines high in his throat, reaching out for your hand across the table, only to stop short, unsure if you'd appreciate the contact. His lips are once again pulled down, eyes saddened.

"Bonnie?..." Murmured so quietly into the air, the boys hold their breath, pulling their wings in to appear smaller. You wipe at your face again, sniffling, eyes glossy and cheeks rosy. And when you finally lifted your head, the last thing they expected was to see the brightest grin painted across your face, pure happiness shining, tear streaks lined with joy.

"No one's ever been so kind to me...thankyou. All of you."

Oh, dove, you haven't seen anything yet.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

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Pairing: Gaz x reader (implied female)

summary: Gaz has a huge crush on you but you are oblivious. boohoo

wc: 3.5k

warnings: none, just Gaz being overly in love with you and being too afraid to admit, no y/n used, (brainrot)

a/n: this came out longer and I'm quite proud of that, but I still must warn you of my poor english and writing skills.

Ever since you helped the Task Force 141 out on a specific mission, Gaz felt like a teenage boy again. Sadly, you didn't see each other often. Working as an MI6 agent yourself and him as an SAS soldier, chances are low you'll see eachother again on a mission like the last time. But lucky for Gaz, you have to share the base for some time, since your own is being renovated. Because of that he sees you almost every time he enters the copy room or walks down the long corridors and hallways of the base.

Everyday he sees you, he will check if his outfit is put on nicely, if he smells weird or if he can grab your attention in a 'subtle' way. Once, he tripped on the way to the copy room because he saw you enter a few moments ago, straightening his uniform again just to trip down the carpet. But luckily, you didn't notice and just smiled kindly at him as a greeting before leaving with the necessary items back into your own, small office room. He will never admit it but seeing you makes his heart skip three times and beat ten times faster the longer he is near you. Maybe he's some sort of sick for feeling like that around you, but that doesn't mean he hates being around you. He enjoys your company even though he feels nervous and giddy around you, afraid to come off as weird or akward, as if trying to impress you in a way.

It's just the way you talk and look like, the way your hair falls onto your face so grazefully and your beautiful eyes are focused whenever you're concentrating, the way your sweet perfume smells like and just because of who you are as a person... he can't stop thinking about you sometimes. Maybe he's got himself too distracted once when even Soap, Johnny, tried to find out what's got his mind so occupied recently.

»You holdin' up alright?« He asks out of worry that his teammate might have a hard time for whatever reason, checking up on him since they have nothing to do at the moment.

»Yeah, of course. Why?«

Kyle answers back, finally getting out of his trance and looking at Johnny, who's standing right by his side. »Just... You seem distracted. Somethin' on your mind?« Johnny presses, not letting go of his slightly worried look while he questions him out. Little does he know that Kyle is just madly in love without realizing it himself.

»Uh... no. Not really. Do I seem that distracted to you?«

He chuckles softly and seems almost confused on why he would consider worrying about him in the first place since nothing's been eating up his mind lately. Expect for you. Unknowingly.

»Yes, you do seem distracted to me, always staring somewhere- zoning out, and... being more quiet? Like, where did your sarcasm go, huh?« He tries to phrase it more lighthearted but fails miserably, his eyes calling him out on how he noticed Kyle's behavior for a while and has been thinking about it. Kyle, on the other hand, is dumbfounded. He doesn't know what to answer or how to act, considering that nothing awful has been happening in his life lately. He ponders for a moment, asking back eventually.

»Sorry, I don't get what you mean...« He mumbles with a crooked smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

»Oh, c'mon- I see how something's on your mind. Or...« Now Johnny is thinking for a second, continuing his questioning, »maybe someone? «

That's when it finally clicks in his thick skull. Kyle has been thinking so much about you, even Johnny has noticed it. It's not like Johnny wouldn't anyway, but he's just suprised that he came off as unwell.

»Oh... no. Nah.« Gaz shakes his head and let out a small breath, feeling his cheeks heat up while glancing away and crossing his arms. He can't think about you again, it's getting embarrassing at this point. Johnny didn't miss out on anything, having caught the light blush spreading on his face and how his body language changed almost immediately.

»Uh-huh. I've caught you, spit it out. Who is it?«A teasing smile is spreading across his face at how the pieces finally fit together, having figured out that Kyle has a crush. Or something like that. Kyle shakes his head, still denying it even though it couldn't be more obvious at this point.

»Who is what? I don't get you, honestly.«

He shakes his head once more, trying to play dumb and escape this conversation. It will be hard to escape Johnny now, especially when he's got something interesting to talk about now. What is more interesting, watching the wind blow through the leaves of the trees or how his teammate is getting flustered over someone who isn't even there with them?

»Ah, don't be such a wanker. I know there's someone on your mind, right? Who is it? He or she?«

He keeps on asking and seemingly teasing him, not making it better for Kyle in the slightest. The only way to escape this is to answer him everything or yell at him.

»There's someone, alright? Just- shut up and don't mention it...« He accidentally chose the second option, kind of admitting as well, but not entirely while raising his voice. Johnny stays still for a moment but smiles again slightly once he sees Kyle sigh out and run a hand through his short hair and look back to him with apologetic eyes.

»Sorry, mate... «

»Eh, don't worry. It's that one MI6 agent, am I right?«That smile starts to get to Kyle, finding it more annoying the longer he looks at his teammate and has to stay calm for now.

»Hm. Maybe. Who knows?«

Is all he has to answer, a more obvious response wouldn't be necessary for Johnny anyway. He nods and looks away, relieved he isn't going through something as he first thought, now letting him alone with his thoughts again… for now, at least.

The way you just stand there and listen to the Captains words carefully is taking up all his attention right now. He can't help but stare at you, at how perfect you look even now when you're doing nothing. It's then, when he feels a small nudge against his shoulder and looks to his right. Ghost has nudged him for whatever reason, probably trying to tell him to pay attention to the Captain and not… you. He nods quietly and directs his eyes back to Price, but within a few moments he still looks your way. Subconsciously, of course. Ghost sighs silently beside him, shooting him a short glare that he doesn't seem to notice in the first place.

»Make the first move before it's too late.«

He feels goosebumps all over his skin as soon as he hears a deep gravel murmur that close to his ear, especially with the possible double message behind those words. Kyle slowly looks over to Ghost while he is just staring back at him emotionless, knowing it's most likely his last warning. Or even a small encouragement to do something. Eventually, he doesn't say anything back and tries to pay attention back to the Captain who was finally done talking after a few more minutes.

After that was done, Kyle promised himself not to stare at you whenever one of his two teammates, or both, are in the same room. It's too risky, too embarrassing for him to get caught. Though, the problem is that they already know and it's only a matter of time on when you're going to find out. But that's for another time.

However, this goes on and on for god knows how long your office is being completely renovated and you have to use one of the ones at their base. Gaz just can't not steal a few glances at you or try to make some small talk, having made a friendly friendship between you two. It's just like between colleagues, saying good morning's and asking how they're doing whenever they cross their paths on base. Even though it's nice, Kyle wants more. It's got to an absurd amount of want that he started daydreaming about your possible conversations with him, which gives Soap free opportunity to poke fun at him.

»Daydreamin' again, hm?«

»Daydreaming? What's that?« Kyle asks back sarcastically but really hopes to get away like this. He likes his teammate Soap, obviously, but sometimes he can't help but have the urge to drop kick him whenever he feels like getting teased by Johnny about his 'crush'. It's not like he has a crush, no, he just thinks you look pretty. »Uh-huh, you don't know what it is? Then explain to me why you've been staring at that tree for two hours without blinkin'.«

Johnny crosses his arms over his chest with a smug look, waiting for any bullshit reasoning from his friend to his question. He reads him like an open book at this point since he got to know about his little lover. Teasing and jokes have been unavoidable since then, reffering to you something along the lines of 'his little agent' or even better: 'his cupcake'. Whatever that means. »I've been thinking about how to kill you once this mission's done and hide your body so effectively that no one will find you.«

The deadpan look on his face is telling him he's serious, however Johnny snorts at him and shakes his head lightly.

»Yeah- sure. Firstly, you'll need to get Ghost off my back.«

He jokes, still wanting to joke and tease his colleague about that obvious crush. »Sure.«

He mumbles with a faint smirk and directs his eyes back to that same tree he's been staring at for however long. Johnny sighs beside him, shifting his weight on his feet briefly.

»You know, she likes you. I talked to 'er.«

»You talk to her?« Is all he has to say and ask him, finally giving Soap full attention amd what he's saying. Everytime you get mentioned near his presence it's like an IPad kid hears the intro of cocomelon. Full attention and dumb staring with almost no breathing.

»Jesus- I just talked to her. Asked 'er a few things or two.«Soap shrugs and smirks amused at his reaction, having noticed this clear action of him lately. Kyle, however, feels like he has to pay him money to find out what his teammate is about to say next.

»So? What did you ask? Did she mention me?« »Well, first of all- I asked if she has someone already.«

He stops talking, probably just wanting to keep Kyle guessing and keep teasing him about this little crush of his. »Yeah?« Gaz presses, his eyebrows slightly raised up while he listens to what Soap has to say next.

»Single. And she likes you.« He states proudly, his arms still crossed but with a beaming smile, as if he showed his parents his first drawing. Kyle scoffs, not believing him even though he really wants it to be the truth. One thing he learned is that Johnny often over-interprets things people say. So, he makes sure in asking him again.

»She likes me? How'd you know that?« His arms cross, too, over his chest with an interesting look on his face, almost suspicious. »I asked her, duh. 'What do you think of the team?' , 'It's nice, especially Gaz. He's nice.'«

Johnny is almost exploding with excitment of telling him these news, rocking back and forth on his heels ever so slightly, while imitating your voice.

»That doesn't mean anything, you know? She just thinks I'm nice, like you all.«

»Yeah- but she especially told you are nice out of all! That's something, right?«Kyle shakes his head, even though his heart is nearly exploding from what he's hearing, hoping he's right about it. Even though he would like to feed his own delusions, he knows better and glances away while chuckling lightly at Johnny's words.

»Right, right...«

.・゜゜・

»Talk to 'er« That gruff voice never fails to spook Gaz just a little every time.

»What?« Ghost rolls his eyes, needing to make himself clearer even though he thought he already made himself clear enough, since there's no one else he could be referring to. »Tell her a joke or somethin', works wonders.« He goes on, expecting for Kyle to just get what he's talking about and take his advice seriously. It's as if a dad is giving his son advice, while his son tries to catch on.

»Ah... well, I'll try.«

»No.«

Now, what does he mean by that? Kyle's confused, glancing over the training room briefly before turning back to Ghost.

»Can you... talk clearer? Full sentences, maybe?« He asks and waits for whatever kind of advice Ghost has up his sleeve. It's a suprise he even suggests some to him in the first place. »Okay, so...« Ghost places his hands on his hips, getting ready to tell him all the tricks and advice he has just for Gaz to probably throw them away.

»Firstly, make small talk. Even though everyone hates it, it's a good start, righ'?« He starts, tilting his head slightly lower as if a teacher is trying to explain his student something important. »Then, when the times right... make a good joke. A little army humor.«

Ghost shrugs, crossing his arms and waiting for Gaz to take in the advice he just told him. What a great wingman, he is. Kyle stares at him for a moment before nodding slowly.

»Right. What kind of 'army humor' should I use on an MI6 agent?« Ghost lets out a small huff of amusement, answering him shortly after.

»Maybe something like... What do you call a shipment full of military-issued T-Rexes?«They stare at eachother in silence for a few seconds before Ghost reveals the punchline.

»Small arms.«

Silence.

»Yeah- that's great advice, I'll take it. Thanks.« Gaz tries to go back to his workout as fast as possible, wanting to avoid bad advice from anyone for now, and not think about you for a while since you've been drowing his mind lately. »Just saying...« Ghost mumbles quietly and also goes back straight to his workout, thinking he did a somewhat good job on giving away some advice.

.・゜゜・

Don't move. Just breath in and out like you normally do, don't move or look at her direction, don't even breath in her direction. Don't shake your leg so much, she'll notice. Jesus Christ... Gaz thinks to himself while he sits next to you in this boring debrief he should pay attention to, trying to come of as neutral and normal as always. Everyone else is focusing, so why can't he? It's frustrating him but he's on edge at the same time just because you're sitting next to him. He shouldn't feel this much, he's grown and can act normal around his so called crush. So, what's different this time?

He doesn't know, neither do you know how nervous Gaz is right now while you're paying attention to the Captain of the team as he goes over the mission again and explains what happens now. It's only a few moments later when he's pulled back into reality.

»Gaz?« You repeat while looking at him, trying to figure something out that bothered your mind after the mission. He finally looks at you, a small but boyish smile spreading across his face once he sees you. God, you're beautiful. He nods to signal you that he's listening now. »Didn't you get the intel before we left?«

You couldn't remember who actually got the intel, if it was him or Soap... or Ghost? You can't remember and your curiosity is eating you up. As if that even matters now anyway.

»Oh, yeah. I got it before we left, just in time." He nods, trying so hard not to lose himself in your eyes right now, while answering such a simple question, and to come off as nonchalant. Even with his quiet voice crack that mamaged to accidentally slip out of his mouth. You nod back and smile slightly, finally able to keep your mind at peace with this little information.

After that small exchange your eyes are back at the Captain who's still on and on about explaining what will happen now that the mission's over and what the next might be. Gaz only now realises that his hand gripped his arm rest on his chair so tight that his knuckles turned white. He lets go of his arm rest and crossed his arms over his chest, gathering himself together to listen to the words of his boss.

But the way your hair looks so perfect and your eyes are focused, your skin looks so soft and kissable and just how angelic you look right now is making him go crazy. The way your eyes crinkle so softly whenever you smile is something he committed to memory. In his mind, you're perfect and he'd do anything for you to be able to see yourself through his eyes for a moment.

.・゜゜・

Gaz realised he's completely smitten with you. Would do anything and everything just to make you happy. It's just too sad you are clueless and don't know about any of his feelings towards you. Even with the advice from his friends Soap and Ghost, that were terrible, he still can't seem to approach you properly. You're just... he's afraid he would mess up any chance he could have with you.

Copying the last sheet of paper for his report, he's standing there with his hand on his hip, his other leaning on the edge of the copy machine. His eyes are trained on the machine while his mind wanders around, thinking more about you than necessary. The door of the room slides open and there is you, pretty as always and lock eyes with him for a second. You and your smile could kill, but he must stand his ground and don't do anything stupid. He greets you briefly with his hand, setting it back onto his hip before he stares at the copy machine again.

»How's your day?« You speak up while stepping to the other table across the small room, organizing some papers before possibly copying them aswell. »Oh, good so far. Can't wait to get this last paper done.«

He answers you as relaxed as he can at the moment, gripping the dear copy machine for live. You nod slightly while leaning against the desk, facing his way with your papers in hand. »And yours? Hopefully it's not too dusty on this base.« He tries to crack a small joke, knowing it must be still uncomfortable or at least not as comfortable in a new working area, when your own is being renovated. In return you shrug, smiling softly at his humor.

»Nah, it's fine. My day is going fine aswell. Not much to do.«

There's not much to say besides that and the only thing you can do now is look and study him. The way his hand is sitting on his hip so casually and his other grips onto the edge of the copy machine is giving him away. His knuckles are white from holding onto the edge, making you wonder why he seems so tense. You lock eyes again, seeing how he doesn't seem to budge a muscle, as if afraid to make a false move.

»Your last paper, huh? So, then you're free?« You try to keep this conversation going for a little longer. After all, the machine is taking seemingly longer than usual. »Uh, yep. Free after that. Are you... free aswell, after that?«

He asks, still trying to just keep cool and come off as nonchalant but his voice gives him away. Gaz looks at you almost sheepishly and waits for you to finally answer.

»No, I still have some work to do.« You answer him casually, not realizing he probably tried to ask you out just now. »Two reports, to be exact.« Gaz' shoulders slump down slightly and glances away for a moment, pressing his lips together. »Oh, well good luck. Hopefully they won't take long.«

He wishes you with a hint of disappointment and looks to you once more, hoping for whatever god there is for the copying process to be done already.

Finally, after a short silence it seems like it's done and he quickly takes out his needed papers, glancing to you once more before eventually walking out of the room. His hand feels more tense after having gripped onto the machine for so long but it goes away after a short while anyway. Meanwhile, you're peacefully copying your own set of papers and documents, not thinking too much about the interaction for now and go about your day.

[sofasoap]

Accidental meet cute

Pairing : Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: What happens when your friend tries to be a cupid behind your back?

Part of Gaz Fest 2023

Warning : M rating. Semi-crack, meet cute. Coarse languages.

A/N: Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing festival!! * cheering *

Thank you @siilvan and @jynxmirage for listening to my brain storming blabberings :) Based on real life event ( ..80% of it ) see End A/N.

Enjoy!!

Moving away from the crowd as you finish watching one of the bands onstage, in search of some beverages to quench your thirst. 

You were dragged along to the music festival by your friend, which to be honest, you had no interest in attending at all. After being nudged and bribed ( well, thinking back, more like coerced) by your friend and with promises of staying in a caravan instead of roughing it out in a basic tent and possible muddy floor, you gave in.

“Come on! My parents said they can lend us their old caravan, there’s enough space for four of us in there. There's a toilet and a basic shower.” your friend trying hard to sell you the idea. “ Plus, you seriously need to get out and experience the sunlight. You can’t coop up at home all the time, and complain about you never getting a chance to find your ‘soulmate’ “ putting her hands up and doing an air quotation mark, she exasperated. 

Well, that is true. You aren’t the most outgoing person, and it is time to finally do some socialisation, to enjoy life a little bit, and maybe, just that maybe, you can break your record of partnerness life. 

You didn’t quite expect the tricks and plots your friend went to trying to find you a date.

As you were ordering a glass of wine from the mobile bar not far away, your phone started ringing. Frowning as you stare at the unknown number, you hesitated for a few seconds before picking it up. 

“Hello???” 

“Heyyyyy is this uh…what’s her name again??” the speaker on the other side of the phone turned away to call out to someone in the background, and you heard a mumble which sounded like your name as a reply. Is that your friend Emma’s voice???

“OH yes hey hey.” They greeted you again with your name. “I got this number from your friend, and my friend Kyle, who I might add is a very handsome fellow, is quite willing to meet up with you.” A vague muffled protest could be heard in the background, but was quickly shushed by the speaker on the phone. 

You pull your phone away, staring at the screen, utterly confused. What the hell is this about??

“Hey handsome!! Take this!!” 

Kyle looked down at the wrist band a random passerby just threw into his hand, with what seems to be phone numbers written on it.

“If you are interested, ring the number!!”  Ah so he was right. “Wait,” Pulling the girl back, “Interested in what?” 

The girl giggled, “My friend! We are trying to get her out of the dating desert.” Holding up the wristful of bands, “We made a whole lot of these and now giving it out to people, see if we will get some luck. Oh, she doesn’t know about it though.” Kyle cocked an eyebrow, silently questioning the girl’s method without the said person’s consent. 

“OH he is definitely interested, you got a picture of her?” Kyle’s friend perked up beside him,leaning his head onto his shoulder as he wrapped his around around the other. “What a coincidence, we are trying to get our good buddy here,” patting Kyle’s shoulder and in the process nearly spilling the beer in his hand. “Some actions as well. He’s been wayyy too busy with work to brush some rust off his dick.”

Trust his good friend to say something decent. 

The girl just laughed, and took out her phone, scrolling through the photo album and flipped the screen towards Kyle and friend. “There, that’s her, third from the right. What do you think?” 

“Sorry but who the hell is this and how in the hell did you get my number??” You semi yelled into the phone, as the background crowd noise and the band on stage started playing again.

“Your friend Emma! She was giving out numbers to people!” 

OH that bitch… you turned around to look at your two other friends, who are currently holding drinks in their hands, with a stiff smile on their face, looking semi guilty but not sorry at all.��

“Surprise!”  One of your friends laughed nervously as you glared at them, hands up trying to defend themselves. “We just want to help you..”   

“Hello?? Hellooo? You still there?” you turned back to your phone, ignoring your friend’s comment. “ Put Emma on the phone for me, PLEASE.”  You try to sound as polite as possible to the stranger on the phone as you requested for your friend, but a hint of anger still sips through. 

“So, explain yourself.” You growled. 

“Oh, you’ll like him, I promise.” Dodging your anger, Emma quickly put forward her case, “Look, I can see him right in front of me, I chatted to him for a bit, and his friend, who is equally as cute,” she sighed, “ come on, just come over to meet him! He fits all your criteria, plus, he did mention you are his type. So, just pop over to the beer bar on the other side of the main stage, he will meet you there.” 

“I don’t think your friend is that interested in me by the sound of it… ““Relax! She is TOTALLY interested!” Just before you hung up the call you briefly overheard Emma reassuring… Kyle? 

Ah well. Why not? Let’s give it a try. This isn’t much difference to some blind date or meeting up through a dating app right?

And for the second time, you gave in to your friend.

“What did Emma say he looks like??” your friend whispered into your ear, as the three of you looked around the bar area, trying to spot the guy.

 Looking down at her phone, checking the message Emma sent through; “Let see.. Uh, Dark skin, short curly hair..taller than you? Brown eyes.. And.. scar on his cheek on the left? How vague can this woman be…”she mumbled. 

Your eye stopped at this tall dark man standing at the corner of the bar. 

There he is, in a simple white singlet, ¾ blue jeans and matching cream colour shoes and jacket tied around his waist. 

Casual, yet stylish. And wooah boy, the tight fit clothing definitely shows off his lean but well toned muscles beautifully. Is it suddenly getting hotter in here?

“I think that’s him there….” you whispered into your friend’s ear as you pointed to him.”he is the only one that fits all the description…” 

“Let me go scout him out.” Before you can say anything or pull her back, she marched towards the bar, full of purpose. 

She subtly slid into the gap between him and the patron next to him, ordering a drink, while trying to side eye him at same time. 

Her eyes brighten up as she spotted something, and turn towards facing you and your other friend, nodding furiously. 

“OH! Is that the wristband Emma gave you?” you heard your friend speak loudly. Gosh, how much more embarrassment would your friend bring you? You mentally facepalm yourself as your other friend drags you towards the bar. “You must be Kyle! Where is Emma and your friend??”

You can see him getting startled as he jumps slightly, turning around to face her. “Um, they took off about ten minutes ago, saying there was a band that both of them needed to check out…um, who are you?” Waving her hand dismissively, “It doesn’t matter who I am, it matters who SHE is. Come come, come meet my friend, the mysterious lady you are going to try woo tonight.” She stepped forward and half pushed you towards the bar area, “Alright, two of you have fun! We are going to check out the food stalls outside!” 

With that, your friend just left you and Kyle, standing in the middle of the bar, staring at each other awkwardly. Fidgeting with your hand, you decided to break the ice first. “Hey um, So, you are Kyle?”  holding your hand out, you introduced yourself. 

“Kyle, Kyle Garrick, but everyone calls me Gaz,”  you raised your eyebrow, confused. He chuckled, “Inside joke. Don’t worry.” waving towards an empty seat right beside you, “you must be tired walking all the way from the otherside of the festival ground in the mud. Take the seat.” Oh a gentleman, you thought, tick a box. 

“Thanks Ky… Gaz.” After turning around ordering yourself a drink, you start asking him questions. “So.. seen any bands you like?”

Gaz shrugged. “ I’m not familiar with any of them to be honest with you. I got dragged here by my friend because he said I need, ah, more, ahem, companionship.” Gaz quickly took a sip of his beer, hiding his embarrassment of hidden meanings of his words. 

Eyes wide, you perked up, “OH I thought I was the only victim!! My friends, the ones you just met,” waving into the air into nowhere while rolling your eyes. “dragged me here because they said I need to find someone to relieve my sexual frustration.” 

Gaz burst out laughing at your bluntness. “Sounds like we have much in common. Should we form a self-help group to recover from the trauma our friend has bestowed upon us?” Gaz gives you a wink and flashes you a wide smile as he jokingly suggested. 

Very cute smile too. How perfect can this man be? Got humour,physically attractive, a gentleman.. You have to admit, Emma might have helped you to hit a jackpot here. 

“Well, to form a group, we have to start up a member list.” You tilted your head as you whipped out your phone,smirking. “And better set up regular meetings to talk about our problems right?” Using all the flirting energy you haven’t had a chance to use.. At all? You are going all out. 

“So, we should set up a date then?” There’s a mischievous yet excitement in his eyes and bright smile as he takes your phone to enter his own number in there. 

“It’s a date.”  

“You going to shag him tonight?”

“Shut the hell up Emma… and Thanks.” 

Ok. so I said it's based on a true event. and 80% of it's truth. idea came from my receptionist, who excitingly told me about her experience at a country music festival she went to last week. She made up a whole lot of wrist bands with her name and phone number on it, and both her friends and her were handing it out during the festival. she did end up striking a date :) which is happening this week LOL. So.. it works??

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Ghost x Reader:

note: pls be kind. I might write a part 2 where there is smut but ima be honest, I’ve never written smut before. I’m willing to try because idk ghost is so sexy and hot and I love him so much LOL.

#imagine Being out with task force 141 as a way to celebrate your last day of deployment before you have a couple months off. All of you decided to go to the bar as a way to cool off and let off some steam. You were dressed in casual attire compared to what other girls were wearing. You didn’t realize how fancy the bar you guys had chosen was going to be. As you stand at the bar, waiting for the drinks your team ordered. A guy came up to you and bumped his elbow into you. You smiled politely, taking a step to the left so you wouldn’t bump into him again. He slyly took a step closer, winking at you as he invaded your space. You turned your head, avoiding eye contact and drumming your fingers against the counter top.

“Hey” you heard in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine and you turned your head slightly to turn back to the man next to you. You nodded your head in a greeting and turned your head away, hoping this man will take the hint. Your body swayed slightly, the shots you had taken earlier finally catching up to you.

“You alone?” He continued. You gritted your teeth in annoyance, and shook your head, deciding to put your attention on the menu on the overhead of the bar. You wanted to enjoy your little moment of bliss, not wanting it to be ruined by some jerk who wanted to get into your pants.

He turned his body to directly face you and you dropped your head and sighed under your breath, knowing where this conversation was going. You lifted your head and looked at him expectantly.

“Cmon, don’t be like that princess. I’m just hitting on a pretty girl at a bar” he explained, looking at you up and down. You tried to remain confident but the vibes this man was letting off was making you uncomfortable. You began looking around for an outing and you decided to swivel your head back toward the table where your teammates were at and did a double take when you saw ghost staring intently at you. You widened your eyes at him and looked back at the stranger in front of you .

“Look, I am not interested so please leave me alone” you said, taking a step back. You saw the man’s hand twitch as if he wanted to physically stop you from moving away from him.

“Cmon, I just wanna have some fun” he pouted and this time you physically cringed. You shook your head and put your hands up to balance yourself and to put more distance between the two of you. The stranger took this as a sign to grab your wrists and pull you into him. You grunted when you hit his chest and he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around your waist. The first thing you noticed was his stench. He smelled of sweat,cigarettes, and alcohol and it made you want to physically gag. You began to panic and squirmed around trying to get out of his grip. Although you were basically a trained assassin, the situation escalating so quickly threw you off and not to mention, you were buzzed from pregaming with Soap beforehand.

“Fucking let go of me” you groaned again, when his smell began to abuse your nostrils.

You suddenly felt cold. The man’s body laid sprawled out in front of you and you gaped at him. Your eyes widened, the entire situation to much to process at once. Soap grabbed your shoulders, putting you behind him while Ghost shook his hand, his knuckles bloodied. Ghost turned to look at you as if he were asking you if you were okay. You nodded timidly, grabbing onto Soap’s shoulder, squeezing lightly to indicate that you wanted to leave. As Soap was going to escort you out, Ghost grabbed your wrist and proceeded to pull you towards the exit. You turned your head back towards the table full of your teammates and Price was smirking while Gaz stared wide-eyed at Ghost and you. Ghost pushed open the back door and dragged you towards his all black BMW. He opened the door, making sure you got into the passenger seat before he walked around and got into the car. He huffed as he started the car, immediately pressing the gas, taking off and leaving behind a cloud of smoke.

“Thank you” you said after a minute of silence.

“What the hell was that sergeant?” Ghost said, his voice calm and stoic. He completely ignored your gratitude and gripped the steering wheel tight.

“I-um” you began.

“You were just gonna let another man touch you like that?” You stared at his knuckles from the corner of your eye, staring as they were turning white while being red from punching the man who almost assaulted you.

Suddenly Ghost came to a halt, you realized he stopped in the middle of nowhere and you looked at him confused. He turned the car off and got out slamming his door shut in the process. You followed suit, confused as to why he was so angry and especially why he stopped in the middle of nowhere, where it was pitch black and nothing could be seen for miles.

“Ghost, I’m sorry but it wasn’t my fault. He began harassing me and-“ you began but again you were interrrupted.

“HAVE I NOT TRAINED YOU WELL ENOUGH TO DEFEND YOURSELF SERGEANT?” Ghost yelled, his eyes glaring at you. You nodded your head, walking around the hood of the car towards him. You didn’t know why but you wanted to prove your point to Ghost. You wanted him to understand the situation.

“Ghost-“ you pleaded.

“It’s lieutenant, sarge” Ghost interrupted again. You huffed at his interruption and narrowed your eyes. Now you were getting annoyed.

“Okay, Lieutenant. I wasn’t asking for him to harass me. He began talking to me at the bar and I acted uninterested and then he wouldn’t stop throwing himself at me. I was getting annoyed and I was trying to-“ Ghost scoffed, and you looked up into his eyes. You never realized how much taller he was than you.

“What is your problem?” You raised your voice a little. Seriously, he was acting like you were asking for that to happen.

“Obviously my problem is the fact that man put hands on you” he said, his jaw clenching underneath the balaclava. “Why was he touching you at all?” He expressed, gritting his teeth. He looked at you, his eyes holding so much fury, you were almost scared. Almost. He took a step closer to you, your chests inches away from touching yours. You felt your breath stutter as your face was inches away from his. His scent invaded your nose, and he smelled like cologne, wood, and sex. His eyes fluttered down towards your lips for such a quick second that if you weren’t paying attention, you would have missed it.

“Y/n, I don’t like when anyone touches you. It bothers me” he admitted, looking into your eyes, almost as if he was trying to look into your soul. You were taken aback by his confession. For Ghost, that was admitting a lot for a man with little words. Ghost admitting he cared for you had your heart pounding insanely hard inside your rib cage. You were sure if Ghost got any closer, he would be able to hear it.

“Lieutenant” you whispered breathlessly.

You had to admit, since you joined task force 141, you always had a thing for him. He was such a well statured man, always carrying his team and himself so confidently. Seeing him barking orders, working out, or anything he does makes you wet between your legs. Right now was not any different. You felt a tingle in between your legs and you can feel your pussy clench around nothing. As if Ghost could smell your arousal, his eyes flickered down to your lips and this time he made sure you saw that he was staring at them. His hand reached out to grab your waist and pushed you gently against driver’s side door. You felt yourself pinned against the hard space, looking at Ghost. Waiting for him to do something, anything.

His hand reached for his balaclava, raising it so it stopped right beneath his nose and you were entranced by seeing his lips. You’ve seen them many times before but seeing them so close was doing something to you. All your wild thoughts coming forward. How would his lips feel on yours? How would they feel on your neck, right on your sweet spot? How would they feel kissing your inner thighs? You couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and pulled him into you crashing your lips on him. His hands immediately grabbed your waist, gesturing you to jump up, and you obeyed. He easily lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking at the ankles. He pushed his hips into yours, pinning you to the car again, this time his clothed bulge rubbing against your clit. Your mouth opening to let out a breathy moan and he took it as a chance to shove his tongue inside. Your tongues swirled around each other and you could really taste him. You could taste the whiskey he was drinking earlier and you usually hated the taste of whiskey but right now you couldn’t get enough of it. As you sucked on his tongue, he grinded harder into your cunt and you moaned quietly into his mouth and he pulled away to look at your face.

“Fuck, I think that’s my new favorite sound love” he said, breathlessly. You felt his bulge grow larger as he continued rubbing himself against you and you swore you were gonna cum just from dry humping each other. You moaned again when his lips started peppering kisses up and down your neck. You grabbed the back of his head, tilting your head back to give him better access. You felt his lips smirk against your skin and then he began sucking. You moaned loudly, and you felt your face get hot from how much you sounded like a pornstar. You were glad you were in the middle of nowhere because if you were around someone and they had heard you, you would have died of embarrassment. He pulled away again, looking at your neck proudly.

“There, love. Now no one will touch what’s mine” his voice deep with lust.

“Should we finish this in the car love?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer. You nodded ferociously and he bellowed out a laugh. He let you go and your feet planted themselves on the ground. He reached for the door handle and shoved you inside and went in right after you.