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[futch-disaster]

as predatory dykes, I think it’s about time we start wearing balaclavas and masks while preying on girls

[creptolli]

Distance

Gaz x Reader oneshot with a GN!Reader :3

Word Count: 989 Words.

Warnings: None!! Just fluff :DD

Messaging your boyfriend felt like the only way you two communicated lately, only ever getting to see half photos of him before he has to put his phone down and continue his day like you don't exist. Sometimes, just sometimes, it makes you feel like shit. Not bullshit, but dogshit at the least. 

You are well aware that it is far from his choice, which makes you feel even worse. It's not like you can tell him, he can't do anything about it. So instead, you put up with it. Like always.

This entire thought process is swiftly cut off by ringing. You let out a sigh of relief to distinctly see the name 'LOML <333'.

"Love! Look!" Kyle cheerily whisper-yelled at his brightly lit phone illuminating the mildly dark room he was sat in, flipping it to reveal a very neatly presented barrack. "It took me so bloody long, but I finally got it perfectly cleaned up." He said exasperated, clearly proud of his work. You couldn't help but chuckle at his adorable behaviour, gladly assuring him that he did a good job. "You do realise you're going to mess that very tightly done bed up when you sleep in like, what, twenty minutes?" You said playfully.

"..." Radio silence. 

"Okay so while you're technically right-" He began rambling, only causing you to laugh once again. Despite the distance and blank spots between talking, sometimes going even weeks without seeing anything from each other, it was worth it. For this, for him, it was worth it.

After noticing a good thirty, maybe forty seconds of silence on his end, you spoke up. "You okay-?" Before being quickly cut off by a yell and a blurred screen. You could barely see or hear what was happening, just the occasional inaudible "Oi give it back-!"  that you could obviously tell was your beloved boyfriends voice. "Kyle.. You good..?" You trailed, doubting he would hear. It was only when a new face - well, somewhat familiar face - popped onto the still mostly blurred screen bobbing up and down that you fully grasped what was happening.

"Hi?" You awkwardly asked the man who you could barely recognise to be Johnny with a smile. Kyle had mentioned him before as well as a small image from a distance that he clearly sniped. "Oh hello! You look good, you 'is partner?" The harshly Scottish man asked while slightly out of breath, undoubtedly running from your boyfriend. "Yeah, he didn't mention you were Scottish." You said with a chuckle, experiencing what you can only imagine to be whiplash from the sudden accent shock. "Oh so 'e mentioned me?" Probably not what you meant for him to focus on in that sentence, but it was funny nonetheless. "Once or, well once." You filled the sound of his hard breathing and footsteps with mindless babbles, introducing yourself as you could see his eyes dart behind and in front of him.

"OH SHITE-" You hear him yell as he crashes into something, or someone. From your end, it was hilarious. From his, probably not so much. 

"Finally caught you, you bloody weasel." You recognise Kyle say to him as he attempts to snatch the phone back. Which is only prevented by someone else - the person Johnny crashed into - picking up the phone instead.

"What the fuck - who the fuck is this?" You hear a deep English accent ask as he moves his eyes from you to the men in front of him. At this point, your camera was angled to the roof, feeling the need to hide yourself away from this part of the conversation. Yet your curiosity and need for drama kept you closely listening.

"It's nobody, give me my phone back Simon-" Kyle pleaded, reaching for his phone as you now saw the man, Simon. He wore a black balaclava with a skull mask on it, which only made you wonder if he always wore it. Obviously it was late at night in the barracks, was he just... always wearing it? Kyle hadn't mentioned him before, so your interest was piqued. 

"It's 'is partner~" You heard Johnny tease in a sing-songy tone before getting slapped on the back of the head by Kyle. "Jesus, you just gotta let everyone know?" He said, evidently annoyed by the invasion of privacy. You found it funny, but you probably weren't going to let your boyfriend know that until later.

"So this is what all that bloody commotion was about?" Simon asked referring to the running all across the barracks, sounding somewhat frustrated. "Um. Maybe." Kyle awkwardly answered, glaring down at Johnny. "Be quieter next time, Jesus." Simon muttered with a disapproving tone. "Sorry L.T." Johnny said reaching back up for the phone, which was quickly recoiled back. "Uh uh, this is mine now. Someone's gotta teach ya to be bloody quiet, it's like fuckin' 10:30PM." Simon scolded, your face partially being visible on the screen held above his head. "Wha', got a bed time L.T?" Johnny mockingly asked, only to be responded with a pestering reminder of the training they have to start tomorrow.

"That's unfair, I didn't choose for my bloody phone to be stolen!" Kyle protested, gesturing to Johnny who was brushing himself off after the tumble he took. "Oi, no' my fault. I' was so easy, you were practically askin' for it!" Johnny said, chuckling as he saw half of your face curiously stalking the conversation safely from your room back home. "Aight, enough bickering you dumbasses. See you in the mornin'" Simon said as he walked off from the two whisper arguing.

"Night love!" Kyle called out in a hushed shout as he slapped Johnny on the back of the head, annoyed by the whole fiasco. 

Just as speedily as the call began, it ended. The large man - Simon - hung it up the moment he made space between your boyfriend and him.

Hm. That was... normal..