#rudi if it's you i'm gonna kill you

[bu-blegh-ost]

Okay, but like. The spy. The mole. For me immediately only one person comes to mind. Here is the way I think.

It is absolutely not Marshall John. He was clearly not in the spy division granted he had a crew and literally lazed around in Cannella long enough to abuse authority there. And after that there is absolutely NO WAY Navy's plan was to fucking execute him in the BLOCK and have Riptide Pirates go for him, on a downright suicidal mission so he joins ANOTHER crew. They could not predict nor plan for this. John is absolutely clean in my book.

Caspian. Ooof, it would be so tragic, cause he's always been there for Lizzie. They knew each other for YEARS, literal years, they were raised together. And that's exactly why he's not the mole. After leaving his tribe, which we know must be true since he mentioned his sister leaving to the capital and I'm pretty sure she is one of the Elders now, he went above water and spent most of his late childhood/teenage years with Lizzie on the Shadowbeard's ship. In no point in time were they split, and so Caspian would have absolutely no way to be trained as an undercover solider. Caspian is not a mole.

But who then, you may wonder? These are the main two closest to Lizzie, right? We don't know anyone else, right? Wrong. There is a new addition to her crew, quite recent actually and it's no one other than Rudith. The fucking healer from Joaldo island, one who had connections with Grandberry Pirates, letting them hang out under his fucking pharmacy. Rudith from Joaldo island which weirdly got attacked the same time a large amount of pirates were gathered there for a tournament. Rudith, who kept saying that life at sea is not really a life for him, and yet when they dropped the fucking sick at Edison Kingdom he surprisingly CHOSE to stay with Lizzie instead and had an absolute honour to listen to them all talking abt thier goddamn plans when they were in a tavern in Allport.

Quiet little, forgettable Rudith. A healer of the crew who just happened to be here. One that interacted with Riptide Pirates so little they don't even remeber he was there.

A perfect fucking mole.

[cutiecusp]

It's been two years since I've taken these photos, and it inspired a little series... here's part one.

Focus.

Simon Riley x War Correspondent Reader.

Tw. Readers nickname is 'snaps' but still able to be read as you. Mention of war.

"You know how to use that weapon, snaps?" A deep gruff voice rings over the noise of the van.

You balk at the idea of using a gun, you were here to photograph the truth, not take up arms.

"I'll manage." You reply stiffly, eyeing the man behind the voice.

Sitting towards the back of the van is the man you've been warned about. Shoulders wider than your body, a skull mask and a death glare to match... Ghost.

He lets out a dry chuckle, not unkindly.

"You'll learn." He remarks before the comms pick up again and you hear the next part of the mission.

You feel his eyes return to you a few minutes later. Meeting his gaze, you lift your chin slightly in defiance.

"I don't need a babysitter. Just here to do my job." You say, somewhat stubbornly. You had heard that the taskforce 141 and it's members had a reputation for being the best, and you held yourself to a similar standard. You were the best war photographer out there, and you took pride in it.

"Just saying. You gotta be a part of the team, and it's easier if you know how to defend yourself." Ghost leans in a little closer, your legs touching in the cramped van.

"It'll be a shame to have to ship such a pretty thing like you back home in a box."

Your breath pauses in your throat, making you splutter and choke on air. Fully embarrassed, your face aflame, you watch as he settles back into his seat and picks up a conversation with Soap, seemingly unaware of how flustered you were.

'It's gonna be a long trip' you think to yourself.

Simons POV.

This desert was going to kill me. Between Soaps constant chatter and the photographer making moon eyes at me when she thinks I'm not looking, this ride to the next point was torturous.

I would have been fine with a photographer on board, after all, what's another member of the team, after welcoming Alejandro and Rudy, it seemed like everyone had joined us lately. Allowing us to get the job done was my number one priority.

But then she came along. All cute with her camera set up, tact vest that stated she was a member of the press, a lamb to the slaughter. She should be at home, instead of this dusty hellhole.

I raise an eyebrow.

"You know how to use that weapon, snaps?"

Snaps. why did i give her a fucking nickname?

Her face gave me pause, i thought i was icy, but Hades himself has nothing on this woman.

and that chin tilt?

She's mine.

I lean in, using my size to intimidate her a little, see if i can pull some more of that fire from her. For some fucking reason, i cannot look away. Her body close to mine, and watching her flush as i paid her a small compliment tickled a part of my brain i thought was dead forever.

I barely heard Soaps chatter through the sound of blood rushing through my ears.

'Thank fuck i wear a mask.' i think to myself.

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[ktlurksforsomereason]

Obxanon is not reliable, they're just directing hate away from the Pates and onto Rudy+Elaine.

I'm gonna say this one time and then I gotta jump this ship. And before I get called a Rudy stan or wtfever, I'm trying to be as objective as possible. No one here is in the right. I just want people to think about the bigger picture.

Obxanon is not reliable, and the way they present the information is bias.

I'm not saying that there isn't truth to their story. I'm not saying that nothing happened behind the scenes. I don't believe the producers when they say they planned JJ's death from the beginning. I don't believe the fake PR that says there is no beef between Rudy and Madison. We know there is. We can see the tension between them in the show, and we can see it behind the scenes. There's proof that something is wrong. But we don't know WHAT and WHY.

What I am saying is that just because obxanon has some truth and some insight, it does not mean that everything they say is true. And the way they are presenting us this information paints everyone in a positive light except Rudy and Elaine. That's bias.

Obxanon excuses the Pate's decision to kill JJ, saying they were "rightfully upset." That was their decision, not Rudy's. That death and the horrible way it was written is on them.

Obxanon also says Elaine was jealous, but doesn't tell us WHY. They say there was conflict between Elaine and the Pates, Elaine and Lilah, Elaine and Madison, but they don't tell us WHY. That leaves it open to speculation, it leaves people to fill in the blanks. Obxanon offers us zero insight into how Elaine felt, why she was upset, why there was conflict. It just paints Elaine as the problem and forces us to guess WHY.

Obxanon says Rudy decided to leave the show and suggests it had something to do with Elaine, but they don't actually tell us WHY. Again, leaves it open to speculation.

Everything obxanon is saying is BIAS. They do nothing to explain Rudy and Elaine's reasons for anything. I'm not saying they're good people and they made healthy choices, but obxanon is trying to imply that they are BAD people and they made HORRIBLE choices. That is bias.

They are HUMANS. They make choices for a reason. If there was actually conflict between Elaine and Madison for YEARS behind the scenes, there are REASONS for this conflict. And we don't know these reasons. Obxanon isn't tell us. Rudy and Elaine aren't telling us. Madison and Mariah aren't telling us. WE DON'T KNOW.

I just need people to really think about the information we're getting from obxanon and why they might be painting it like this. I think it's PR. I think it is distracting us from how angry we feel about the show, and is channeling that anger onto Rudy and Elaine. Who have never, NEVER spoken about this conflict and have never tried to justify anything. They're private people. They're easy targets for a PR campaign like this.

There is something seriously wrong with obxanon and the way they are giving us information. Netflix and the Pates know this fandom. They know how hateful they can be. Will people watch S5 if they’re mad at the Pates for their garbage writing? No. But will people watch S5 if they’re mad at Rudy and he’s the problem and he’s gone? Maybe. Obxanon is just tapping into that anger and hate and fuelling it away from the show and onto Rudy.

You need to remember where we started. Fans love Jiara because they love JJ. So many people love this show because they love JJ. That's obviously clear, look at the uproar over his death. You know why they love JJ? Because Rudy created him and made us love him. Rudy did that. Rudy gave us that.

We would not care about JJ or Jiara if Rudy didn't do the work that he did. And here everyone is, hating on him. Hoping his career fails. Hoping he breaks up with his partner.

That's gross.

I understand why people are mad. Season 4 was a shitshow. Terrible writing, ridiculous plot holes, character assassination, a loss of chemistry between the fan favourite couple. Finished off with a completely traumatizing and unsatisfying death of the favourite character. The show is irreparably damaged.

THAT IS NOT RUDY'S FAULT.

I'm not saying he didn't play a part in it, but it is not JUST on him. And alllllll of that anger is being directed at him in the form of bullying and hatred.

He's a person. People make mistakes. But they also make choices for themselves, and clearly he felt he needed to make this choice. We can't begin to criticize that unless we know the reason and WE DON'T.

I will not watch season 5 and that is the Pate's fault for completely losing the plot. For not understanding why so many fans loved this show.

I also need to leave this fandom because people are so hateful and NO ONE is thinking critically about the situation.

Please try to look at the bigger picture. Please try to understand that these people are human beings. We don't know them. We don't know what happened on that set. We don't know why anyone made the choices we did. So chill out?

Be upset about the show but don't be upset with the actors. They did their job and it's done. Leave them alone.

[shadystranger]

—So what changed your mind?

The damnest thing

DEAN: I-I-I don't need you coming up with some way to stop me. I-I-I don't need to get shaky on this thing.

Sam, you tried. And I love you for trying.

Sam, you're the last person I could tell. The last person I could be around because you're the only one that could've talked me out of it. And I won't.

Okay, Sam. Let's go home. Let's go home. Maybe Billie's wrong. Maybe. But I do believe in us.

I can't keep waking up every morning with this false hope. I'm done trying to find a cure, Sammy. I'm willing to live with this thing forever.

—Dean, listen to me - whatever you're doing, whatever you've done, please...

I let Rudy die. How was that not evil? I know what I am, Sam.

—You summoned me because you knew I would do anything to protect you.

DEATH: It's for family [the world] that you must [kill Sam].

SAM: This is where you tell me you're gonna pull the trigger? DEAN: Yeah, it is. We don't have a choice, Sam.

SAM: Now you - you want my permission? (Stammers) You want me to say I'm cool with losing him and losing you all at once? 'Cause I can't do that. I won't say that, 'cause I... (getting emotional) No. I've already lost too much.

Dean? Dean! (Sam is still running, yelling for Dean.) Dean, don't! Dean? Dean! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Dean! Hey, hey, hey! Dean!

DEAN: Look, man, I get it. I get it. We have lost way, way too much. And it's hard not to feel like just... cashing out. I felt like that. After Chuck, back at the crypt. But you know what brought me back? You did.

SAM: I know, I know, I'm sorry. I know. But... but what I'm saying is that I don't feel free. and... and sometimes it's... it's like I-I-I can't even breathe. But maybe tomorrow. You know, maybe I'll... I'll feel better in the morning. DEAN: And what if you don't? SAM: I don't know.

DEAN: what I found out about Chuck... it's like-it's like I wasn't alive. Not really. You know, like, my whole life I've never been free. But now... now me and Sam, we got a shot at living a life. Without all this crap on our backs.

DEAN: Chuck has to die. He has to! Otherwise he'll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can't live like that, man! I can't live like that! I won't! SAM: Just put it away, and we'll figure it out, Dean, we'll find another way, you and me. We always do. [Dean uncocks the gun and puts it away.]

I mean, the world is ending...... the walls are coming down on us...... I look over to you and all I can think about is: I just didn't wanna let you down.

[pixi4]

**OBX SPOILERS**

Can we talk about the fact that Obx4 is not about good plot, writing or character based story. It's about shock value and fan service.

JJ Maybank, who literally hasn't had a moment of happiness in the 4th season, gets killed by the end so that were shocked and hooked for the next season.

We get one shot of him dead, his friends barely even crying and them BOOM gets buried in the fucking ground in the place that's not even his home, literally plopped into the fucking ground like a piece of rock. Audiences don't even get time to process his random ass death and suddenly John Bs stupid ass monologue shows the flashbacks of JJ and how he was a good friend and all that shit.

If people who WROTE this fucking show can't understand that JJs character goes FAR beyond just being a good friend, then I guess I'm not even surprised by the end.

We were CONSTANTLY shown aspects of JJ that in some other universe would've been properly explored. He's clutches his chest constantly, perhaps suggesting he's got a heart thing or breathing difficulty, his home life is shit and not a single adult gives a fuck. John B is practically stalked by the CPS in season 1, but no one bat's an eye at the fact that Luke abuses JJ. He's got dyslexia and kleptomania which is only ever played for laughs meanwhile Cleos kleptomania is regarded as a serious thing she had to do to survive. He can never sit still and constantly switches back and forth, obviously ADHD coded. Whenever gang argued before, JJ used to pace around and put hands over his ears suggesting he has some bits of PTSD from unstable home environment.

All of THAT exists and is true about JJ yet in John B fucking monologue he's reduced to just "a good friend" ????

Literally NOTHING of his trauma is explored or even touched upon aside from that bit in season 1. NO ONES trauma is explored except for Sarah's (no hate to her) and John Bs.

Fuckin bs.

Imagine being given up by your dad (who killed your mother btw) to a morally questionable man such as Luke, who then proceeds to beat you and emotionally manipulate and torment your for years, neglecting you and abusing you. To then suddenly being told you're not actually his and that all that beating and abuse COULD'VE been avoided had someone actually wanted you. Then you meet the said biological father only for him to lie to you, manipulate you, gaslight you, scam you, attempt to kill you once and then fucking succeed in killing you..... The amount of disrespect for JJs character.

Fuckin Luke, the biggest abuser is JJs story is alive and well and FUCKING JAIL FREE??? WHILE JJ IS IN THE GROUND???

The angry faces of others and Kiaras "revenge" implies that season 5 will be about seeking revenge and sinking further into darkness in order to right the wrongs of JJs murder. But guess what?? Sarah's pregnant. That storyline itself is basically ensuring that happy ending is in sight. For basically all of them, because as Kie said: takes a village (to raise a baby). Motherly vibes are gonna spread their positive energy and then they'll heal and John B will most likely give another boring ass monologue about how People die but they also live and heal and shit and how everybody deserves happiness with shots of the gang raising the kid and riding off into the sunset....

Guess who fucking deserved happy ending THE MOST out of all of them???

JJ fucking Maybank.

Every season of obx focuses on on Pogue. 1.- John B, 2.-Pope, 3.- Kie. Imagine waiting for your own season only for your character to constantly be dealt the worst of cards, be perpetually disregarded and have shit go from worse to worse to in the end fucking die randomly???? If I was Rudy Pankow I'd fuckin sue.

The shit that pisses me off the most is that it's so painfully obvious that Rafe will inevitably get a redemption arc and his own happy ending, possibly even with Kie since people love to ship her with a man who's a) mentally and emotionally not at all alright b) is a murderer who never served his time and got one of her friends framed for it causing him to literally be chased out of his own home for crime he did not commit while he was still a minor c) has tried to kill her d) has tried to kill her best fucking friend, who is his own fucking sister

Infatuation with sociopath men in media HAS to stop. But it most likely will not stop any time soon and JJ is yet another victim of shipping wars.

I can't even read stupid ass fanfics anymore because I'll always remember that JJ is not alive in the Canon anymore.

Who ever gave the green light in the making of the end of season 4, sincerely and disrespectfully, I fucking hate you.

My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

[mactavishwritings]

i loved the recent post of the relationship angst gosh i love angst !! if you ever do a part 2 of “what kills your relationship” could you write about their pov like them feeling bad or just some good old angst ?

everyone wanted this so here we are. i'm gonna change things up. some will get comfort others will get no comfort.

you can find part 1 here

soap

no comfort

it was a long time coming. you were sitting at dinner and he had made a flirtatious comment to the waitress and she made one back. you were about to burst at the seams. you were so tired, just exhausted, and had no clue what to do. so you told him. you told him that he needed to knock it off. he immediately got defensive, telling you that you were just being sensitive, so you got up and left. he tried to call you, but you just ignored him. if he wanted to talk and flirt with other people, then he could.

ghost

comfort

you never knew how to bring it up to him. you didn't want to cause any issues because you were scared of what may come from it. you let it build up until you broke down to him. he held you as you cried, telling you that he never realized he was doing it. he told you that he would change in order to keep you.

gaz

comfort

you were getting insecure again and you weren't sure if you could handle it anymore. you felt your head pound as you went to Gaz's room. he brought you into his room and you just spilled. telling him that you know it doesn't seem like it's a big deal to him, but it really was starting to get to you. you begged him to see it from your angle and he just listened. he apologized to you, saying that he didn't realize how bad it was getting for you. so he just held you and kissed your head.

price

no comfort

he realized that something was wrong when you stopped meeting him at the base after missions. he went home and asked you about it. you just shrugged and said that it seemed like he didn't want to because of how much he was working. Price then lost his mind on you, just yelling about how much he worked and how you never had to worry about anything because he paid for everything. you didn't have the energy to fight back so you just left. you left him and his words because you had more self-respect than that.

alejandro

comfort

you hadn't seen him in a couple months and you had enough. you texted him to see if he was busy and when he said no, you were already in his driveway. you knocked on his door and when he saw you, everything felt better. he lit up, pulling you inside his house. you sat down with him, ranting about what had been happening with you two. he was shocked, holding your hands tightly, hanging on to every single word. he clung to your side, begging for forgiveness. it made you slightly giggle, tears in your eyes, at his dramatics. you had to kiss him to shut him up.

rudy

no comfort

it was sudden. he came home from a mission, tired and frustrated at the day. he opened the door to a cold, quiet house. he looked around for you and found nothing but a note on the table. it had a light layer of dust, meaning you had been gone for a while. in your note, you said that you could not continue to fear him coming home, not sure what version of rudy you would get. he sobbed at the letter, holding it tightly against his chest, realizing that he was the one who fucked it all up.

könig

comfort

he was the one who brought it up. he said he was thinking about it all lately and he admitted that he had a fault in it, but he would never think about it in the moment. you took a breath and let his words sink in, trying to be fair and listen to him. you spoke about how even just a little touch would be plenty. he sat with you, trying to give you the same respect of listening calmly, and said that he was going to try and be better about being more cognitive about it in the future.

[darklordofthesimp]

Omg but picture Soap and Ghost coming back from leave and hearing Birdy freaking out in the next room, only to find König on top of her again— they don’t know what’s going on, but Ghost is ripping him off of her and ready to fuck him up, and Soap is by her side trying to calm her down and get her away. Price hears the commotion and comes in like ?????? What the fuck happened? And oof, Ghost is livid. This guy almost killed their Birdy once and Price is just gonna let him do it again?? Not fucking happening.

Side note— she made that comment, “you got the job you wanted, the transfer, the training.” I wanna see more of that— her feeling like König killed her and replaced her and everyone was seemingly fine with it (they weren’t, but they’re a bunch of men who suck at showing their feelings). Some of them make more of an effort to spend time with her rather than him (ie Soap and Ghost), but the others think König’s actually an alright guy if they gave him a chance.

Idk. Lots of potential for angst here. Could be fun.

OH MY FUCKING GOD YES.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I can see Ghost being fucking furious over Price allowing Konig to train the reader. Now that Ghosts back he pulls Price aside privately and straight out says "I'm off leave now. I'm the better hand to hand combatant and I outrank that cunt. Let me train them"

Meanwhile König wants to fucking die. You're right about the other guys being cool with him, Gaz is alright, Rudy as well (if we're including him and Alejandro). Alejandro is a passionate guy so I don't think he'd be okay with it.

I feel like Soap is actually on the fence about it. He's probably the most logical of them all regarding knowing it was an accident but understanding the hatred. He didn't just try to kill the reader, König fucking mutilated her. He's psychotic on the battlefield and everyone admired that until they realized just how fucked it would be if it was turned on them.

Oh don't worry the readers hatred isn't going anywhere either. I specialise in angst 🤌😏

[vialovesyou]

𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗬

driving to drew's apartment this late was never ideal, especially since y/n was tired after a long shift having have had to stay longer to help a student land her jumps, which was incredibly hard since the student had two left feet. y/n’s head could have used some advil, and she would have been perfectly happy to stay home and sleep for twelve hours.

but when rudy called her, groaning and saying your boyfriend is wasted and won't shut up about you and you need to come pull him him to bed, she went. it was as simple as that, partially because drew was stubborn when sober and only got worse as the night went on (code for he won't listen to anyone but her )and partly because y/n got a sweet kick out of his clinginess and extra loving.

when y/n finally knocked on the apartment door, the sound of austin sighing finally as he swung open the door doesn't surprise nor offend her. madelyn and madison scurried over, welcoming her with hugs and jokes about how sorry they were that they had to call her while chase and rudy tend to the drunken blonde.

" it's alright " y/n reassured. " i don't mind "

the tv was on playing a re-run off star wars, as beer cans and empty solo cups littered the table. pink floyds's dark side of the moon played from a speaker nearby as monica approached. drew was reclined back on the ground, an arm thrown over his eyes while his other tapped along to the song. monica crouched down next to him and could hear him humming the tune.

jd stood behind y/n, feeling a little helpless " he's been talking about you nonstop since he got, like, three shots deep "

" and as much as we love you guys together " madelyn added, leaning into chase's side. " he doesn't listen very well once he gets started "

y/n shot them a smile over her shoulder before speaking. " it's okay, i get it. you guys can go if you want, this might take a while " y/n hummed, causing everyone to bid there farewells before they left since they were exhausted. madelyn, madison, chase and jd all left to their respected apartments while austin and rudy went into their rooms as monica turned her attention back to the troublesome boy. " drew? time for bed "

" i told you to fuck off, madelyn. i just want to see my girl " he grumbles without moving an inch causing y/n’s heart to flutter at the nickname. " your girl? " she questioned, a teasing smile on her face.

" yeah, you know the beautiful one?"

" might ring a bell " she muttured, shifting so her legs were crossed in a basket beside him. " yeah, well, she's the most.... the most beautiful person in the history of... of forever. so get outta here and go flirt with chase or somethin' " he lazily waved her odd, mumbling something she didn't quite hear.

a smile fought it's way onto y/n’s face as she gently placed her hand on the smooth pane of his shoulder. " oh, but i wanted to flirt with you instead. how's that sound, hm? "

drew quickly pushed her touch away, seemingly still not recognising his own girlfriend. " it sounds like my girl is gonna come for you any second now, so watch it blondie. she might be small but fuck me she can be scary " drew slurred his words as he spoke, pulling a laugh from y/n’s lips. she gently took his wrist in her hand to remove his arm from his eyes and pressed a kiss where her fingertips touched him. his eyes stayed closed, as he jutted his chin in the opposite direction in protest.

" drew, baby, i'm not killing anyone any time soon " she spoke, leaning over his chest while running a hand through his hair. he opened one eye, suspicious of her claims but quickly realised it was her , and turned to look at y/n like he'll never get the chance to do it again, his expression swallowed by a smile. " when did you get here, darlin' " he asked, smooching kisses against the girls face causing her to scrunch her nose up.

" oh, just now " she answered, laughter lacing her words. " rudy called me over " she pressed a kiss to his forehead before sitting back up, her hand quickly engulfed by his.

" you should've come sooner " his other hand made it's way to her thigh, smoothing over her skin. " i was waiting for you by myself, and - " he abruptly sat up- " there's something i have to tell you " he whispered, casting a glance to his bedroom door. " it's top secret "

with him this close, y/n could smell the vodka on his breath. " yeah? what is it? " she asked, looping her arms around his neck as he pulled her onto his lap causing her to straddle him. her fingernails scratched at the nape of his neck, to which he instinctively responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and rubbing the palms of his hand along her back.

" this is top secret, classified information, sweetheart. you can't just get it for free. everything comes with a price !" he grinned slyly, tugging her closer. knowing drew, she already knew where this was headed but played along anyway " name it, then. i'm sure we can strike a deal somehow " y/n fed into him.

he mulled over his words before speaking " hear me out "

" i'm listening " y/n reassured, shifting her hips so she could sit more comfortably. " you " he pointed at her chest. " give me three -no, five kisses for the info up front" when y/n raised her eyebrows in suspicion, he continued. " and every follow up question is worth another kiss "

[sleepybabybees]

Time for more shenanigans because I enjoy doing these-

Honestly- expect everyone at this point-

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Price: Are you a painting?

Nik: What-?

Price: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Graves: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG HIM OR SOMETHING-

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Price: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Price: Graves is still mad about it, but me and Nik were drunk and thought it was funny.

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Price: Are you ready to commit?

Nik: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Price: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Laswell: ...I'm gonna kill him-

Nik: katie- no-

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Laswell: Caw caw, motherfuckers.

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Laswell: Where the devil is Graves?

Nik: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe he melted?

Price: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

Laswell holding back a laugh: I hate that I found that funny- fuck you-

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Price: Are you good?

Laswell: In what sense?

Price: Generally.

Laswell: Oh, definitely not.

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Price: Fine! Judge all you want but...

Price, points at Nik: Married a lesbian.

Price, points at Graves: Left a man at the altar.

Price, points at Ghost: Fell in love with a Scottish soldier

Price, points at Laswell: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.

Price, points at Soap: Lives in a box!

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Graves: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Nik: >:O language

Laswell: Yeah watch your fucking language

Ghost: Okay, who taught Laswell the fuck word?!

Price: 'The fuck word'.

Soap: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Laswell: Oh my god they censored it

Price: Say fuck, Soap.

Laswell: Do it, Soap. Say fuck.

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Ghost: If I fall…

Price: I’ll be there to catch you.

Nik: *looks at Graves* What if I fall?

Graves: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Soap: *watches these two interactions*

Soap, to Laswell: And if I fall?

Laswell: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

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Nik: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Laswell: No.

Gaz: I did not.

Ghost: I may have actually forgotten one.

Soap: Also no.

Nik: Oh good, neither did I.

Price: *Exhausted sigh*

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Alex: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call?

Alejandro: No. No, Alex, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Alex calls Farah. Number five: Rudy gets eaten by a shark.

Rudy: I’m Rudy, and I approve the order of that list.

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Rudy: Farah, I have a couple of words to say to you.

Alex: Please let those two words be “I’m sorry.”

Alejandro: I’m ready with the bleep button if not.

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Rudy: Those darn tall old people.

Farah: Darn em' indeed.

Alex: Don't worry, they'll be gone soon enough.

Alejandro: *sharpening knife* Yes. Dead.

The Squad:

Alejandro: Hahaha.

Alejandro: ...Is this self-destructive behaviour?

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Alejandro: That's ridiculous, Rudy doesn't have a crush on me.

Farah: Yes, he does.

Alex: Yes, he does.

Valeria: Yes, he does.

Rudy: Yes, I do.

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Alex: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?

Rudy, exasperated: WHY?!?

Rudy points at Alejandro: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!

Rudy points at Farah: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!

Rudy points at Alex: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Rudy: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

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Rudy: Hey Farah, wanna third wheel on my date with Alejandro tomorrow?

Farah: Sure.

Rudy: Alex! Wanna third wheel on my date with Alejandro tomorrow?

Rudy: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Farah & Alex: ...

Alejandro: Rudy...

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Alejandro: I love you.

Rudy: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Alejandro and Rudy kiss passionately*

Alex, to Farah: You owe me 20 dollars.

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Alex: *tapping fingers on table*

Rudy: *taps fingers back furiously*

Farah: …What’s going on?

Alejandro: Morse code. They’re talking.

Alex: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Rudy: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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Alejandro: Why are your tongues purple?

Alex: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Farah: I had a red one.

Alejandro: oh.

Alejandro:

Alejandro: OH.

Rudy:

Rudy: You drank eachothers slushies?

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Soap: Why is Gaz crying on the floor?

Ghost: he's drunk.

Soap: And?

Ghost: he saw a picture of Roach's husband.

Soap: But he's Roach's husband?

Ghost: I know.

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Ghost, referring to Roach and Gaz: Those guys are dorks.

Soap: Yes, but they’re our dorks.

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Soap: Who would you swipe right for? Gaz or Ghost?

Roach : I would delete the app.

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Soap: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Gaz: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Ghost: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Roach : My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

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Roach : How is the most beautiful person in the world?

Gaz: *blushing* I—

Ghost, butting into the conversation: Soap is perfect, thanks for asking.

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Eskell: You really believe in Shepard?

Oryn: Mmm… Luckily, he believes in himself enough for the both of us.

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Shephard: Is this your plan B?

Eskell: Technically, this is plan P.

Shephard: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Eskell: Yes, but I marry Oryn in plan M.

Oryn: I like plan M.

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Shephard: *Reading a letter*

Oryn: Well, what does it say?

Shephard: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Eskell killed my pet rock.

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Oryn, about Eskell: Can I tell them they look nice?

Shephard: Sure.

Oryn: Can I tell them I respect them?

Shephard: Maybe, if they ask.

Oryn: Should I show them an oil painting I made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs?

Shephard: …

Shephard: I’d save that for later.

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Eskell: *pitches an idea*

Shephard, impressed: Huh, there might be something here!

Oryn, under their breath and dialling laswell: Yeah, a lawsuit.

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Horangi : That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Konig?

Konig: No.

Horangi : I think I speak for Konig when I say it sounds really super.

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Konig: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Horangi : Peonies, why?

Konig:

Horangi : Were you going to get me flowers?

Konig:

Horangi :

Konig: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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Horangi : I want a bf.

Konig: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.

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Konig: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Horangi : Okay.

Konig: And make out during the scary parts.

Horangi : Th-

Horangi : The scary parts.

Horangi : Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Horangi , taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Konig, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-

[decaf-mother]

Had this beautiful, crackhead thought. American Y/N who grew up on a farm and just fkin LASSOS one of the mw2 guys(like you would with calf-tying). I think Ghost's, Rudy's, and König's reactions would be the funniest

Lassoing The Guys

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COD SFW Head-Canons

Characters: Kyle Garrick, Simon Riley, Johnny Mactavish

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Warnings: Slightly Suggestive Joke, General Silliness

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Kyle Garrick

He affectionately calls you things like 'Tex' all the damn time- even though you aren't actually from Texas. South- but not Texas.

You of course to get back at him decided to lasso him- is this a logical solution? Nope. But you did it anyway.

"BLOODY HELL-" You had the sergeant secured beneath you, him squirming around in an attempt to free himself. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't at least a little embarrassing to get hog tied. "What? Just staying true to my roots." "CAP-" "He's not gonna help. He gave me the okay for this." A long pause follows. ".... You really are Tex-" "I'M NOT FROM TEXAS-"

Simon Riley

Ah yes... The king of puns. He can both be deadly serious and quiet- and also the silliest motherfucker You've ever met. Nothin' like hearing an incredibly stupid animal pun in a deep ass British voice. However much to your dismay he makes puns about you being southern.

Now- Ghost is aware of your ability to use a lasso. He however underestimated your willingness to use it on him.

He's laying on the ground and you swear if looks could kill you'd appear like his infamous mask by now. That doesn't stop your proud smile though. "Are you going to stop making stupid puns every chance you get?" ".... What’s a dog’s favorite southern state?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP-"

Johnny Mactavish

Johnny is a relentless tease. His favorite pass time is pushing buttons- but he also just genuinely LOVES your accent. He gets all puppy eyed whenever you speak.

You decided just for fun you'd lasso him- perhaps you should have thought it through more though.

"Bonnie..." He's laid on the ground still processing what the hell just happened, though there was a steady heat building in his cheeks. It was clear as day what began to cross the cheeky scots mind. "Didn't know ye were into this-" "JOHNNY!"

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{Sorry- I had no idea where I was going with this. I was gonna do Price too but I couldn't think of anything.}

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{@soupbinsoup @gothgirl6-6-6 @sofasoap }

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[maryangelex]

To Be Alone With You

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f! Original Character

A/N: Hello!! This is my first time writing fanfiction ever and I'm so obsessed with Ghost I thought I'd give it a shot. This is written with an OC in mind, but I'm writing it with nothing descriptive so it can be read as reader-insert, only mentions callsign "Angel" and some character background for plot purposes. Unless y’all would like to read about my OC! Anyways, enjoy, and let me know what ya think!!!!

Summary: A new member gets added to task force 141, and Ghost can’t keep himself together for long.

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Third-person POV, Smut, p in v sex (fantasy), masturbation, strong language, horny ass pining, descriptive language, combat injury, blood, military inaccuracy, game inaccuracy, OOC Ghost (?), not proofread, first fic

The 141 Task Force was a well-established team, led by Captain Price, Lieutenant "Ghost" Riley, and Sergeants "Soap" MacTavish and "Gaz" Garrick. As a team, they dove head-first into danger, every risk necessary to be taken, and they did a damn fine job every time. Regardless, Laswell thought this new mission in Las Almas called for new additions to the force.

"She goes by 'Angel'", Laswell states, sliding a file across the table to Price.

"Right," he responds, opening the manila folder with extensive records and information on the new member. "I can see why with a face like that. Looks like a sweetheart," he scoffed.

"She was top of her class in the Naval Academy and a Navy SEAL, one of the handful of women on the job," she started, "She's just as skilled as your boys Garrick and MacTavish, maybe better. She's taken down guys the size of your Lieutenant"

Laswell would've only noticed someone with actual talent, and Price knew this, he trusted her well enough to know she was a no-bullshit kind of woman. And given the information in the file in his hands, Angel sure was an ironic callsign.

"I trust you, Kate, so I know this dove's not gonna disappoint", he said glancing up at Laswell.

A lot of hope and expectations laid on her shoulders on Price’s behalf. Ghost had been notified about the new member upon his arrival with Soap in Las Almas. The two of them emerged from the evac and touched down on their new base. Friendly introductions were made between their other two new members for their time being in Las Almas, Rudy and Alejandro; then she came along, introduced by Price to the task force.

Soap looked like a kid on Christmas morning, fawning over her all giddy and jovial. It was like he’d never seen a girl before, she thought. He made multiple charming and flirtatious remarks at their first introduction, no shame in that one that’s for sure. But she liked the amicable dialogue, she knew they’d get along with him bringing some light to being in the suck.

Meanwhile there was Ghost, stoic and rigid. He shook her hand and gave her a cold yet approving handshake and introduced himself. Of course she already knew all about him, or at least what the gossip and folktales about him said he was; a direct, quiet, intimidating bloke that could kill with a glare and had an arsenal of skills, absolute killing machine with only his whit and sick dry humor saving him from being nonhuman. All she did was gawk at all 6’4 feet of him and get sucked into his expressive yet mysterious eyes. She’d never been so starstruck by a man before yet she kept her composure in front of him. Yet her mind couldn’t help but wander like a high school girl catching the first glimpse of her crush.

Ghost was a man of few words in general, but especially with people he’d just met or started working with. He kept it professional and distant, mainly because he never knew how long they’d last in a mission, so he kept his expectations low for everyone. Angel was an exception though, she piqued his interest. He had read her file handed over to him by Price prior to meeting her, and they both shared the same interest in her and her skills on the field: sharp sniper, close quarter combat expert, trained medic, the list went on with what she was capable of. The difference was how much more intensely Ghost had looked at her file. He would never admit it, but in reality he was captivated. In a professional level of course, nothing else.

Missions together went smoothly. She proved her skills and more time and time again. She made a good pair with Soap since they were out to work together the most often. Same as her with Gaz, they were a match made in heaven when it came to recon and agility missions. The three of them were insufferable, though, pestering and bickering with each other like triplets both in the field and off duty. Ghost was being driven mad, he already had enough with MacTavish annoying him through the radio, now he had to deal with Angel adding fuel to the fire. She did make him smile, though, sometimes even made him hold back laughs but God forbid anyone in the team knew he was a bit keen on her. Thank God for his mask hiding that away from everyone.

The team was cohesive with her as a new member for the months to come. Ghost didn’t think much of anything, not much of her besides quiet admiration and camaraderie, especially since she mainly worked with Soap. No big deal.

Except, after a mission gone awry and things getting sticky making the team struggle to get out alive, and Price having to chew out Angel and Soap for being careless, he decided it was best to change partnerships. Now, Soap was assigned to work with Price, and Angel with the Lieutenant, to teach her a thing or two and keep both of them in check under better supervision.

This is when shit hit the fan for Ghost, when he first stepped into the murky waters that were his feelings, the ones he didn’t even know he had.

Working with Angel was odd to him. He expected for it to be like how he worked with Soap, coordinated with the occasional friendly and comical banter they shared over radio. And it was like that with Angel in the beginning, the two made an amazing pair given their similarities in skill, traits, and resourcefulness.

It was too good of a match, though. Things were starting to get heavy for Ghost. He was starting to care too much about her, to get too protective of her in the field, the distance was getting shorter between them each mission.

On a supposedly easy intel mission, shit had gotten ugly really fast and really badly for them.

“Fuck, L.T.,” she panted, the two of them hiding behind a column of the building they were trapped in, getting shot at from all directions. “I’m hit, get my med pack will ya?”

“Fuckin’ hell, kid, you’re the medic, not me” he growled, rummaging through her gear for the first aid kit.

“No worries L.T. it’s not even that bad” she said with a breathy chuckle. The wound was oozing and spurting blood from her abdomen, her hand pressed against it keeping the pressure as best she could. She looked up at Ghost, who was fumbling with the kit finding a bandage to replace her hand on the wound with. He returned the gaze but his was colder and reprimanding, as if saying this is not the time to fuck around.

He pressed his much larger hand on her abdomen and although not visible he was concerned, a bit scared even. What the fuck was this? He’s never been this scared about a partner. He’s lost enough to not care as much anymore, to be used to it by now. So why was he so breathless and shaken by this girl’s injury?

“I’ll guide you, Ghost. The bullet went through. It looks real ugly with all this gushing but it hit my flank. See? Nothin’ important got hit” she said to him reassuringly, lifting herself up from the floor and lightly twisting to show him the hole the bullet went through on the right side of her waist. The two meet their gaze, his softened by her reassurance.

The two made it out of the building and back to the evac. Angel had guided Simon to tend to the wound and patch her up, and in return he basically carried her out of there.

That night back in HQ had Simon stressing, not because of the mission, not because of Angel’s injury, but because he was so god damn confused about what was clouding his mind so much. This new feeling he had. He felt restless and dazed by it. He felt like he failed that mission entirely by allowing Angel to get hurt, a new instinct to protect awoke in him. That night he couldn’t sleep, no amount of cigarettes out the window of his dorm calmed him down or made him make sense of these newfound feelings and fears.

From then on he was her shadow, and their distance became shorter as a result. Cheeky remarks, overly friendly banter sometimes escalating to flirty insults and jokes. Then came the light touches between the two, accidental of course. And his symptoms got worse each day.

His sleepless nights went from worries and memories of the battlefield to that of what a teenage boy would worry about.

He wanted her, and it was so hard for him to admit that to himself. He wanted her closer to him, he wanted the light touches between the two to become more comfortable, heavier, needier. He wanted her carnally. He thought about the times she was paired up with Johnny, how the two of them clicked and it sent him into a spiral. What if she laid awake at night the same way as him, but thinking about Soap? Or Gaz? Hell, even Price? Or none at all, and he was just horny and pining for her like a creep.

He thought of the softness of her skin when they touched, when she tended to his wounds how feathery her fingers felt in comparison to his calloused ones or the cold ones of any other nurse back at the base. How he hair swung in a braid when he was watching her back during missions. How she smelled when she was close to him, she smelled womanly with the salty tinge of her sweat from busting her ass on the field. It made him feral to think of her at the hands of another man, but he felt so stupid for it because it was the most plausible thing to happen, more so than for her to reciprocate his feelings, or at least for her to let him fuck her, at least once to get it out of his system.

Simon’s new nightly routine was of pacing around HQ finding something to busy himself with like paperwork or a smoke outside. He made his way back to his dorm after enough busywork and attempts to tire himself out. When he went to open the door to his room, she was there, leaning against the arch, and standing there as if waiting for him, with a sly smile plastered on her face.

“Can’t sleep?” She questioned.

“I could ask you the same thing”, he said, standing parallel to her.

She moved from the door as if inviting him to open it, which he complied with.

“Maybe we can help tire each other out”

Next thing he knows she’s sitting naked on his bed, baring herself to him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed looking down at her, admiring the sight in front of him. She’s putting on a show for him, caressing her breasts, down to her stomach and the space between her legs.

“Open your legs, sweetheart,” he says huskily “I know you want me to see.”

She spreads her knees, exposing her soaked cunt that she tenderly and slowly strokes. He’s salivating at the sight, as she slides her fingers through her folds, teasing herself, with her other hand massing her breast, taking a nipple between her index and middle finger. He watches her moan and throw her head back as she circles her clit, slowly, applying the right amount of pressure that sets her body alight.

She goes at it for some time before dipping her fingers in her hole, saturating them in her slick before reaching out to his unmasked mouth which he takes in with a low hum at the taste of it.

Except none of that actually happened, which is proven by Simon waking up alone in the darkness of his room in a cold sweat. He’s in pure terror, his face hot and red under his mask. Fuck, did he just dream that? He’s even more mortified by the tent his rock hard dick is pitching under his sheets.

Fuck, this can’t be fucking happening.

He gets up from his bed immediately, beelining for his en-suite. There’s no fucking way he’s caving into dreams like that, he feels like that’s disrespectful to his teammate, like his body’s betraying him. He removes his mask, turns on the cold shower and steps in, ice cold water hitting his scalding skin. His head sinks between his shoulders, hands placed against the wall in front of him as he lets the water hit from above, as he looks down at his erection.

It’s not helping, it’s not going down.

All he thinks about is the image of Angel sat pretty and baring herself to him in his bed. Of her hands traveling over her body. He brings two fingers to his lips, imagining hers, imagining how sweet she must taste. He closes his eyes and he’s taken back to his dream.

Fuckkk, he thinks. Now it’s not just his body that’s betraying him it’s his whole damn self, he’s giving in completely as he wonders what’s next. As he wonders what would happen if he took those dainty tender hands with those pretty painted nails and wrapped them around his thick throbbing cock. What would happen if he let her stroke him slowly with a mix of her slick and his spit.

Simon brings his own hand in the shower down to his cock and he strokes himself with that scenario playing in his mind behind his closed eyelids. He relishes in the feeling of his hand stroking himself, slowly at first like he pictures Angel would, then increasing the speed.

He thinks about what it would be like to have her mouth on it instead. Oh her full juicy lips, red and smooth, how they’d stretch around his girth, inching down from tip to base.

“That’s it, pretty girl”, he whispers with his eyes still shut and his hand still relieving his cock in the shower.

He thinks about her gagging on his length as he’s encouraging her to take more and more in until the hilt, until it’s encapsulated by her throat. He squeezes his dick thinking about it as he strokes it some more, picturing her bobbing her head at the same rhythm and speed as he’s using on himself. He’d put his hand on that braid she’s always got and grasp it firmly as he commands her head and dictates how deep and fast she can suck him off.

He’s a mess in the shower, moaning lowly and groaning to himself. He lets his head rest on his forearm against the wall, the water running down his back and his hand squeezing and pulling at his cock. His mind wanders some more and now he’s picturing his spit-covered cock lining himself with her pussy, slowly spreading her open, loosening up the tightness of it, molding her to his length. She’d make the cutest noises, they’d drive him insane. Her moans and mewls shooting straight to his cock, making him twitch inside of her. She’d feel so warm, wrapping his dick in her sopping cavern, making him feel whole like she’s a missing piece to his puzzle.

Simon’s stroking himself faster now, panting under the water, cupping his balls with his other hand as he imagines pounding into Angel, imagines the sounds he can pull from her and thinking of the sight of her splayed out under him as his dick is buried deep inside of her, then pulled out and rammed back in, keeping up the speed of his hand.

He’s at it for a few moments more, moving his hips and thrusting himself into his own hands as if he was fucking her. Until he starts to feel that burning pressure at the pit of his stomach, as his balls feel tighter with his release about to happen. And then he snaps. White hot ropes of cum shoot out of his cock, dripping into his hands and out onto the tile of the shower, flowing down the drain. He’s gasping and groaning, cursing at himself as his thighs vibrate from his orgasm. His mind a haze but fuck, he feels good. Like a moment of catharsis.

Now the struggle is gonna be looking at Angel without thinking of his late night activities. Now he’s given into his desires and carries more of the burden of wanting her without being able to have her.

A/N: WELP… Please leave some thoughts if you got this far, thanks for reading <3 divider credit to @cafekitsune

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Alejandro...

[A/n:was this another random thought? Yes. So in this story you are quite tall just for fun ]

Summary:After seeing Graves betray you and take Alejandro your left in a fit of rage.

Type:Scenario:Alejandro X M!Reader

Version:mw2

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Standing next to Ghost you were kinda zoned out. Just zoned in on the lovely sight of Alejandro, that is until you see his anger which is when you snap out of it and zone back into your surroundings.

"Are you threatening us?"

You hear Ghost say besides you, causing you to look down at him.

"I don't make threats,

You looked up and at Graves still confused.

"I make guarantees"

Now you were even more confused. Threats? Angry Alejandro? What's happening right now. You were about to ask but Alejandro seemed to get fed up with Graves and jumped at him. But Graves was quick to fight back, pushing Alejandro into the truck and one of the shadows knocked him out with the butt of a gun. Everything froze in that moment, Ghosts yelling was basically background music as you stared at the unconscious body of Alejandro. It wasn't until Ghost pulled you away when you finally moved. The entire time you followed Ghost you were pissed, and he could tell. Now since you were one of thr bigger 141 it was kinda harder for you to sneak around and all that but you two got lucky somehow. As soon as you were in the church you went into a rage. Screaming, punching, kicking, and even throwing everything you could. Ghost just sat back and watched as you destroyed the church out of anger. Panting heavily you looked around seeing the slightly scared shadows debating whether or not they should even step foot near the church, just outside one of the windows. When you looked at Ghost you made eye contact with him, before turning your radio on a certain channel. Ghost heard Graves and a few shadows voices come out of your shoulder radio.

"Graves...."

You said into the radio causing everyone go silent.

"When I find you, I'm gonna twist that pretty head of yours off your neck,"

A couple shadows yelled into the radio after you said that.

"And I'll put that head in my living room"

You said before turning the radio off. Holding eye contact with Ghost the entire time he nodded at you before turning around and looking around. You knew you'd have to wait so you sat down on one of the beaches and your mind raced. All you could think about was if Alejandro was okay, you didn't hear Ghost talking to Soap or the few gun shots around you. But you did hear your heart racing, with not only rage but also sadness and worry. Every part of you was yelling for you to get up and find him but you knew you wouldn't have a clue of were to being. When you zoned back into your surroundings you heard Ghost in your radio.

"If you don't hurry Soap, then big gun over here just might kill me"

You listened in knowing he was talking about you.

"What? Why?"

Looking around you realized Ghost was no were to be seen.

"He's pissed Soap, told Graves he was gonna twist his head off his neck"

"Oh yeah I heard that, any idea why he's so angry?"

Ghost went quite for a second.

"Alejandro..."

You could hear Soaps small "oh" since he knew why now, he knew how close you and Alejandro were, well not really. He didn't know you two were getting married in two months, or how you've knew eachother for about 20 years so you knew Rudy just as well as Alejandro. He didn't know you've been together for almost 13 years nows. He didn't know that but he knew you were close with one another. You continued to wait for Soap now that you knew he was coming. After Soap got there you guys headed to the safe house with Soap almost getting shot.

"Y/n..."

You looked over at Rudy while Ghost was cleaning Soaps wound.

"I'm sorry, I heard what happened and,"

Rudy went quite for a second.

"We're gonna get him back. I just know it"

That made you smile, Rudy fully prepared to get Alejandro back, that's what you loved about Rudy. He's always prepared.

Time skip

Watching Soap help Ghost navigate through he Court yard, you couldn't help but but panic alittle. You knew Ghost was skilled at this but one wrong move and he's dead, it made you grip Soaps seat. Soap could feel how hard you gripped the back of his chair which only made him more determined.

"Go left-"

Soap was about to say but you cut him off.

"No."

The stern no made Soap jump alittle. Looking up at you Soap watched as you analyzed the cameras.

"Guy coming up on your left, kill him with your blade. Wait till he gets close"

Ghost nodded and waited for his kill to approach. When the guy turned to Ghost he was dragged and stabbed in the neck by Ghost. Smiling Soap looked back at the cameras.

"Good call Big Gun, and Lt, nice knife skills."

You can hear Ghost scoff as he continues through the yard unnoticed. Your panic slowly wears off as Rudy puts a hand on your shoulder. You look over your shoulder seeing his smile.

"Found him."

It's all he had to say for you to understand. Smiling back at him you put your hand on his and nodded. Looking back at the screen, you put your hand next to soap to lean in and get a better look at the screen. You seen Ghost give a thumbs up before running off.

"We're clear"

Soap says as he stands up and gets ready. Rudy throws him a bag and nodded.

"Ready you two?"

You looked at soap who nodded at Rudy before you looked at Rudy, who happened to he staring at you waiting for am answer.

"Let's go get Alejandro"

You say sternly before following Rudy. When you three reached Ghost he was quick to inform you guys, you looked forward seeing the guards ahead then back at Ghost.

"Ghost."

He looked up at you quickly.

"Two guards in the left, one right ahead. And two at the door"

Ghost thought for a second before nodding.

"Me and soap get the guards on the left, Rudy gets the one ahead and you get the two at the door, got it?"

The small team nodded and you headed to the right towards the door. Leaning against the car you look over seeing the guards talking to eachother.

Perfect

You think as you sneaked your way to the guard with his back turned to you. As soon as you got close you stabbed the the guard and as fast as you stabbed him you shot the other quick and easy. Pulling the knife out of his throat you pushed the body towards the other one causing them to stack on one another. You looked over and seen a shocked Soap, who clearly has never seen you fight before.

"Let's go"

After entering the building and clearing it out you three quickly and quitely rushed to Alejandro's cell. Soap was the first to enter the cell, it was quiet and dark. Like Alejandro had been token or somehow escaped. But before you could panic anymore Alejandro shot out of the dark and tried to kill S oap thinking he was a guard. Once Ghost calmed Alejandro down he told something to him before handing him a gun. Alejandro took it and helped Soap back to his feet. Soap pointed at you seeing how you were frozen.

"Eh?"

Alejandro looked over and stopped, he didn't expect you to he there for some odd reason.

"Amor!"(Love!)

Alejandro quickly jumped into your arms. Your hand on his thigh and back. He held onto you like a koala, which even surprised you.

"Oh mi amor, te extrañé. Me alegro de que estés aqui."(oh my love, I missed you. I'm happy your here)

Alejandro said into your shoulder. If you listened closed you could hear a small sniffle.

"Ya estoy aquí Alejandro, terminemos esta misión, juntos"(I'm here now Alejandro, let's finish this mission, together)

Alejandro pulled his face out of my shoulders and gave you a quick kiss to the lips before hoping down. And before infront of you was a smiling Alejandro and now it's a shocked, mouth agap Soap.

"You two..."

Soap pointed between you two shocked. The Scottish man was stunned, flabbergasted. You looked down at Alejandro who was looking at Soap then back at Soap and pulled your hand away from Alejandro's back and showed Soap the ring on your finger.

"WHAT!?!"

Soap shouted now pointing at your ring. Alejandro looked confused as he looked at his own ring

"You didn't know?"

Alejandro asked the clueless man infront of him.

"Going 13 years"

Alejandro smiled as he said that. It brought back so many memories, like how you guys proposed. Soap looked at Alejandro.

"What are you three talking about in there?"

Ghost asks as he peeks his head in.

"Soap didn't know we were together"

You said as you exit the cell. Ghost eyes showed he was surprised.

"How did you not know Johnny?"

Ghost asks as he exits the cell. Soap now looked at Ghost shocked.

"YOU KNEW?!?!"

"Johnny...The entire 141 knew"

Soap just stood their shocked as everyone laughs. You chuckle and look over at the smiling Alejandro next to you.

"Ready love?"

Alejandro looked up at you and nodded.

~

[A/n:I hope you guys eat this up. I hope you enjoyed]

[bratdotcom]

Songs that remind me of Invincible characters!! ☆

( this includes some songs from the show/ SPOILERS for S2 so proceed with caution!! )

Mark Grayson - Broken Boy by Cage The Elephant

☆ : you already KNOW this is his anthem it literally played during one of his scenes also it reminds me of him so fucking MUCH that I made it a title in one of my fics ( mark grayson I love you mark grayson you shoulda been at the club instead of what angstrom put u through 😭 )

Eve Wilkins - When You Die by MGMT

☆ : the song and tone read as Eve to ME!!

Go fuck yourself

You heard me right

Don't call me nice again

Don't you have somewhere to be at seven thirty?

Baby, I'm ready

I'm ready, ready, ready to blow my brains out

( from the song btw ^ the singer sounds absolutely done with whoever they're speaking to but still have an upbeat tone that is eve coded to me )

Rex Sloan - Sorry For Party Rocking by LMFAO

☆ : do I even have to EXPLAIN why this song reminds me of him? I've heard this song so many times that the guys singing start to sound like Rex in my head ( 😭 ) also I think he'd say sorry for party rocking unironically to Rudy or something

Donald Ferguson - Starman by David Bowie

☆ : GODDDD his character development in s2 makes me SICK ( I love him so much ) he's the underdog of the show to me and he always puts people over himself not just because of his job, but because he actually, genuinely, cares for people ( donnie I love you donnie )

Cecil Stedman - Man of War by Radiohead

☆ : I'm gonna let the lyrics speak for themselves on this one WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH THIS SONG REMINDS ME OF HIMMMM

Search the whole world

But drunken confessions

And hijacked affairs

Will just make you more alone

When you come home

I'll bake you a cake

Made of all their eyes

I wish you could see me

Dressed for the kill

You're my man of war

( the dressed for the kill and hijacked affairs parts remind me of cecil SO much )

Nolan Grayson - Do The Evolution by Pearl Jam

☆ : the pacing, the lyrics, the way it gets increasingly and increasingly more static/fried as the main vocals say the title of the song remind me of Nolan and his true intentions of coming to Earth - to conquer it.

Damien Darkblood - Hit the Road Jack by Ray Charles

☆ : my entire playlist for him has 1960s songs on it I don't know why but they remind me of him ( 😭 ) a lot of ppl don't want him around, and that's why this song reminds me of him

That's all!! Let me know if you listen to any of the songs and your thoughts on them!! :3

[ghostofthemost141]

"Don't move!" Ghost cried out.

[Pt.1]

Ghost threw a throwing knife towards whoever was hiding inside the safe house, causing both you and Soap to turn your guns towards the figure.

"¿Quién está ahí?"

You knew that voice all too well.

"Rodolfo!"

"Rudy!"

Both Soap and you cried out relief, knowing it was an ally that was here with the three of y'all.

"Soap, Cam, Ghost! You're alive." Rudy peeked out of his hiding spot, seeing he was also relieved to see it was the three of y'all.

"Affirmative." Ghost confirmed as Rudy approached y'all, holding the knife Ghost threw at him.

"Good to see you amigos and amiga." Rudy greeted y'all, making sure you weren't left out.

"Igual, amigo." Soap agreed.

"Nice throw." Rudy complimented Ghost as he handed back his throwing knife to him, Ghost taking it back.

"Where were you guys?" Rudy asks.

"On the run. Graves betrayed us and they got.." You almost couldn't say it, "they got Alejandro."

Rudy knew damn well how you were feeling as well as the guilt that was boiling inside. You were honored on protecting your Colonel, regardless of the fact that you two were secretly seeing each other. That secret not being so much as a secret now that you told Soap and Ghost even though according to Ghost 'everyone knows already.'

"You did everything that you could." Soap tried to reassure you.

"But it wasn't enough. Because he still got hit and taken away." You grumble.

"Ya es suficiente, Cam.[That's enough, Cam]." Rudy scolded you.

You felt as though your parent was disciplining you for something you did.

"You know damn well, Alejandro would not be blaming you for him getting held hostage so you shouldn't be blaming yourself for it. You almost died for him, ya know?" Rudy mentioned.

Flashbacks of Grave's gun being pointed at you flashed into your mind. Even though it just happened barely an hour ago, it feels like it's been forever ago when it did.

"You saw that?" You ask Rudy.

"Barely, but I did. You know Alejandro would be honored to have someone like you under his command." Rudy reassured you some more.

You could feel his words getting through to you. He was right after all. He has known Alejandro the longest, so he would know how he really feels.

"Alright, alright, yeah." You say.

"We are gonna need reinforcements." Ghost spoke up.

You smiled to yourself, knowing damn well Alejandro has this place stocked up for basically if a apocalypse were to happen.

"Yeah, we won't have to worry about that." You say, making your way to the hidden gun compartment.

You were more than ready now to go rescue your Colonel and to take down that cabrón Graves.

~

Through all the gunfire, killing, and chaos that happened, you hardly could even believe that Alejandro managed to get back to you in one piece. You had to seperate from the guys in order to get the rest of Los Vaqueros with Rudy while Ghost and Soap went to get Alejandro. By the time the group mingled back, there was more gunfire and fighting ensuing that you thought this would be the end, until Ghost and Soap's Captain came to the rescue with the rest of their team. They managed to get you, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy and the rest of your men to safety at Alejandro's safe house. Even though the two of you were seated in the same vehicle, you two were so pumped with adrenaline that you barely could even reconcile. It wasn't until you all got to the safety of Ale's safe house that you both had a proper reunion.

"I'm so sorry, Ale." You cried into his chest, feeling his big arms hold you tightly against his chest.

"No necesitas disculparte, amar. [You don't need to apologize, love.] You did everything that you could." Alejandro held your face and made you look up at him.

He wiped the tears that fell down your cheek. Even though he didn't fault nor blame you for getting kidnapped, he wished he wasn't held up in that cell, only cause he had no idea what was going on up until that point he got knocked out. For all he knew you couldn't died the second after he got knocked out.

"Cariña, por favor no llores.[Honey, please don't cry]." Alejandro cooed to you, his face leaning so close to yours that his stubble was tickling your face.

It made you giggle, feeling his stubble give you 'kisses'.

"You're a brave fighter, and I'm glad that you're mine, Cam."

Before you could even respond back, Alejandro smashed his lips onto yours, giving you a passionate kiss in front of everyone. Your face turned immediately red, knowing everyone was watching you two, but at the same time, you didn't. You figured they all had their suspicions, like Ghost said, even though you didn't think the two of y'all were that obvious. Alejandro placed his hands on your hips, bringing you even closer to him and you placed your hands on his broad shoulders.

"Oh Cam." Alejandro mumbled through the kiss.

You could feel all of his love for you pouring into this kiss and close contact. He was a very passionate and loving man. You already knew that, but he proved that to you every single day, no matter the circumstances.

"Ale." You mumbled back, feeling his lips connect back onto yours but only for a second.

"Will you marry me?"

You almost fainted hearing that question pop out of his mouth. You knew it would come soon, but not this soon.

"Alejandro, are you sure?"

"Yes, amar. I am. Life's too short to not get married, you know?" Alejandro smiled at you as he said that.

"You're right, Mr. Vargas." You leaned in and kissed his cheek, "I'll become Mrs. Vargas. Just so as long as you'll have a family with me."

Alejandro smirked at you, his eyes going up and down at you and your body.

"Of course, cariña, Of course." Alejandro promised, placing a final kiss on your lips.

You knew the fight wasn't over, but you had a feeling everything would be alright, especially once you kill that bastard Graves and his people that betrayed you and your Colonel.

END.

A/N: I felt like it was right to do a part two to this. Hope y'all enjoyed it!

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

What kind of whump potential did you have in mind for Soap in Alone? 👀 I am intrigued.

Rubs Hands Okay anon here goes nothing

🩸🧼 WHUMP POTENTIAL IN ALONE 🧼🩸

>> Soap got shot, and the bullet went past his right arm, which means there are two bullet holes in his arms. Bro's bleeding from two wounds ‼️

Not that I've ever got shot, but it must've hurt like a BITCH. 🩸We could've gotten some pained grunts outta him !! Make Soap hiss, grunt, moan, whimper, ANY SOUND OUT OF HIS MOUTH. Soap controlling his breaths - I LIVE for those 😭 (Kinda like in Overwatch, if you're on low health, you'd hear the characters' pained sounds. Of course for Soap not all the time, (the Shadows could hear him) but once in a while would be GREAT)

>> He didn't make any attempt to stop the bleeding (Bro could've used his tourniquet, or heck, if not tourniquet, Soap could've ripped his shirt and tied his arms to reduce the blood loss)

An interactive cutscene of him tying his arm up 👁️👁️ mmmmmmm I would EAT that shit up.

>> Blood loss is no joke, and the amount of time he uses his arm to kill the enemies, making the tools to pry open doors, cocktails, heck, the recoils he gets from shooting?? The blood would be jumpin' out of him like a damn hose ‼️‼️

I'm no medic, but you'd immediately get light headed sooner than when the one where Ghost and Soap went,

"Bit light-headed, are ya?"

"Bit shaky, Sir, yeah."

While that bit is such a good dialogue, we could've gotten more from his blood loss narrative. -> Make him have to support himself up with one arm!! Make him fall once again!! Make Soap talk to himself in an attempt to sort himself out ‼️‼️

>> Soap went to the sewers. Idk about y'all, but going under the sewer water with exposed wounds IS NOT A GOOD IDEA Y'ALL 😭. The amount of bacterial infection is going to br crazy. If not treated properly Soap's gonna get a whole fever breakdown and more over hallucinations and shit.

P.S. @lisbetadair made a whump fic about this check it out it's hella good

>> Post-Alone. If he's not gonna treat it himself, let Ghost or Rudy patch him up for Lord's sake 😭 the fact that his wounds just magically disappear made me cry so much. Let Ghost sew him up before entering the Los Vaqueros hideout, let Rudy check his wounds out ‼️

>> During the next missions like 'Prison Break' 'Ghost Team' and 'Countdown', make his teammates like Gaz or Price ask Soap before the actions start, "You're doing okay?" "You solid, Soap?" That'd be GREAT 👍

Feel free to add more because I LOVE in game whumps I crave more of it 😫

[rudystree]

Here's the thing!

Fandoms are always childish and entitled with a bunch of people that act like brats when it comes to plot points and actors. Obx is no different which is very evident with the outburst after the finale.

Fans needs to learn that things they dislike or disagree with doesn't equally unprofessionalism.

Fandoms are an echo chamber though and people lose perspective and grip on reality. It's very obvious when it comes to all the hate Rudy receives. It's completely unfair and unfounded but fans encourage eachother and legitimates it.

It's pathetic and childish if you ask me.

I do think it was always the plan that JJ would die. I don't think it was just because Rudy wanted to quit but I think it happened now because Rudy didn't want to continue on. And honest good for him. Outer banks has become significantly worse and I think less is more when it comes to this kind of tv shows. I understand people are sad and disappointed with him leaving but it's not stanger or surprising. Many main actors leave after a few seasons when they want to move one. I doesn't matter if its just one more season and he doesn't own it to anyone, regardless what fans think. He doesn't own the fans or the series anything beyond the contract and he didn't renew.

I can't comprehend how people don't understand that. I think the drama bts definitely influenced his decision but in all honesty leaving now rather than later was better for him anyway. It's not gonna be any better next season plot wise. I find outer banks wildly entertaining but the quality is not the same aa it was.

As for JJ they did him dirty by making him act way too reckless and stupid in the beginning of part 1. But I've seen people suggest they should have let him go on a surfing trip alone or travel the world (instead of killing him) and that's not only out of character but extremely lazy in my opinion. I don't mind the death at all I prefer the angst and sadness but the arc in part 1 especially felt lazy.

Killing him his heart breaking and I'm not super fond of them expressing clear depression and even suicidal tendencies only to kill him but it was the best option imo. It feels alot more honorable then let JJ go on a trip.

His death was sad and his arch was sad but I feel like that was always his destiny (I felt like it from season 1) he's my favourite character but I'm alot happier with him dying than going on a stupid trip.

That being said I wish the scene was different with all them present and not as quick. I wanted pope and john b there but no these writters think romance is more interesting and worth it than friendship despite the core of outer banks.

Finally Rudy killed part 2. He gave it his all in every scene and showed how much dedication he has. I love him and I think he can go so far.

I think jj and kiara could have been handled a bit better from all parts but I always prefered them as friends and wish the only coulpe was Sarah and John B. Maybe that's why i don't care about the lack of jijara and the drama off screen.

They shouldn't have been canon on the first place.

Thank you for being a sane voice. I've blocked at least 10 accounts already!

Perfectly said. Thank YOU for being a sane voice! God knows this fandom needs it.

Rudy did kill it. And as you say, he doesn’t owe anyone anything beyond his contractual obligations which he went above and beyond to fulfil.

The only thing I disagree with is that his death (or rather the way they executed it) was the best option. I understand the writers had a tough call to make in last-minute decisions. But I feel like they couldn’t have given him a worse ending. I always felt his arc was supposed to be one of healing - healing from his trauma, finding family in his friends, learning to be more responsible, more stable, more accepting of love. For many domestic abuse survivors and troubled teens, JJ was a beacon of hope for a better future. I hate the “it was destiny, he was doomed anyway” narrative, even if that’s exactly what the writers argue. They spend his last episodes completely destroying his sense of identity, making him spiral, breaking the peace with his friends, making him depressed/suicidal, and then quickly killing him for no reason. They say they want to convey messages of “never give up!” but JJ never gave up and he still got murdered at the hands of his only real family member. And you’re right — they wanted to sell that dramatic Jiara goodbye instead of giving some closure for the other Pogues who only reunited with him after it was already too late. But not even Jiara fans are happy about it, because how tf did she never even kiss him? How the fuck did she just stand there while her love had a knife stuck in his abdomen? Where the hell is season 1 Kiara? Because that wasn’t her. I don’t know, I’m still angry. Probably always will be.