#taskforce 141 imagines

[multific]

Pregnancy with Captain John Price Headcanons

John Price x Reader

His reaction would be the same whether it was planned or not

He would be absolutely shocked but happy

There would be a smile on his face all the time

He would scare the others with it though

They wouldn't understand why their Captain is smiling all the time

So, it worried them at first

But then you two would share the news and they would be delighted

John would 1000% be a protective husband

Overprotective at times

Somehow, even with the ultrasound photos and many doctor appointments, it only became real for him when he started to see your stomach showing

The moment came during a morning as you were looking at yourself in the mirror, looking from the side and affectionately rubbing your hand along your skin

You looked like a Goddess

And at that moment, he fell in love with you even harder

You would find him reading books about babies

He would try and hide them but of course you are a smart woman

It got to a point where you would leave out books for him to read

Neither of you mentioned anything about it

John would go on less missions as your due date would near

He wanted to be home, and help you

He would single-handedly prepare the nursery

Correction, he would try to make the nursery all by himself, would fail and as the guys to help

Everyone would come, even Simon to help the Captain

You two are having a little girl

And you can just imagine John and the others in little tiaras around a small table pretending to drink tea

Because that is what kind of men they are, supportive and a true team

The little girl would have everyone, including you, wrapped around her tiny little fingers, even if she still lived inside you

John would be so affectionate

He would get you anything you want

Food at weird times of the day? Sure

Weird food that makes him gag? Of course

Foot massage while you eat said weird food? Without a doubt

John would talk to his unborn baby every day

"Hi, Sweetheart, this is your dad here, I cannot wait to meet you."

"Sweetpea, I have a very important mission to go on, but I promise I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Sweetie, I'm home, you didn't cause trouble to your mommy now, did you?"

John is the best husband

He not only loves you dearly but he would put up with anything you say or do

Never getting angry or annoyed at you

He knows the amount of stress carrying a child puts on a woman

And he also has been in many interrogations and training so he would know what to do in tense situations 

"John? Did you eat the last bucket of ice cream?" "Yes, I was about to head out and buy some more, what else do you need?" car keys already in his hands

"John? Why is it soo hot in this house?" "I already turned the AC on for you, Love."

"John! I am so fat! Look at me!" "No, Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman I have even seen. Here, I'm making Nutella cupcakes for you."

Anything you throw at him, he would have at least five answers ready

Cuddling with you and the baby is essential

Feeling the baby move or kick is his favourite

He would ask his little girl to do it again and again

During birth, John makes sure you are comfortable and he stays with you through every second

He would have the best doctors ready and the biggest room, where it is only the two of you, so you can be as comfortable as you want to be

He would hold your hand and never let go

Telling you how amazing you are

"You are a Goddess, My Love." "You are doing so well." "It is time for us to meet our little girl."

Overall, John is too perfect

After the birth, he would, of course, let you hold her, knowing, soon he will be able to do the same

"She is perfect, My Love." he would say as he watches you

When he hold her for the first time, he cries

Something you two will never ever mention

Then, as the others would come with their gifts, looking at the smallest little girl, they all felt like proud uncles

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~Masterlist~

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[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.

[the-faceless-bride]

141 Neighbors imagine

The boys have been in a relationship for a long time. They've all taken a small break from the feiled after Johnny almost dying... they have been staying in a small and sweet place, a nice flat for them to share.

And while not out on the feiled, they still worked overtime. And weren't home often; and when they were, they always just got some takeaway and loved each other before going to work the next morning.

You had noticed this; You had lived in the flat adjacent to the four hunks. You lived alone in your cute, comfy flat with your cat "Binks,".

You didn't like that they lived off cheap takeaway and three hours of sleep at most. So you decided to be a kind neighbor and give them a good home cooked meal. You made extra for dinner that night, packaging the warm meal and leaving it at their door with a small and short note.

John slowly walks to the door after hearing the soft 'tap tap tap' outside his door. His hand rested on the gun on his hip in case things went south after opening the door.

But nobody was there, he looked down and saw a small basket and a note. "W'as tha?" Johnny asked, coming up behind his former captian; picking up the small basket and bringing it into his lovers home.

"Trying to be a friendly neighbor, I noticed all the takeaway, and I thought you'd all enjoy a nice meal," a short note and nothing more. John didn't trust it, showing it to Simon and Kyle, and Simon agreed. It was too suspicious, Kyle wanted to think maybe their was a kind soul, but knowing their line of work, he wasn't sure.

"I don' kno 'bout ye, but I t'ink this 's delicious." The three men looking to their other lover and to their shock and horror he was munching away on the mysterious meal. "JOHNNY," Simon yelled in disappointment and fear, "well, how are you feeling?" Kyle asked, unsure if this was 100% safe.

"Feel great," the Scott says before taking another spoon full. Kyle shrugs, and they all settle into a comfortable silence as they eat the dinner from their friendly neighbor.

This becomes a normal occurrence. They hear a rapping on their door, and when they open the door, there is a meal waiting, but nobody there.

They didn't know who their friendly neighbor was, but they were thankful for the warm meals. However, one day Johnny came home after a last-minute grocery run and spots you.

Placing the basket on their door quickly knocking before rushing to your door and shushing your fluffy cat as it meows at your feet. Johnny found you cute, and he knew his lovers would love to know you too.

Sorry for the poorly written and rushed little imagine, I'm very tired and I just wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. Maybe make this a real fic later, it'll be written way better I promise.

[hunterbunter3000]

Can't stop thinking about an all woman Task Force coming to SAS and helping Task Force 141 + Kortac for a mission

Can't stop thinking about the male team waiting for the women to get here, expectations all different for each of them

Can't stop thinking about a huge, futuristic transport plane coming down to land, and Soap wondering why they don't have one that cool (And Ghost telling him to shut up)

Can't stop thinking about two women jumping out of the jet and play fighting, chasing each other and one pinning the other one down in a chokehold

Can't stop thinking about the absolute shock the men have on their faces when they see how fast they are, and how tall and big and pretty these two women are

Can't stop thinking about the giggling women standing up but get pushed forward by another girl, even taller and bigger than the other two, frowning at them and snapping at them to 'keep the line moving'

Can't stop thinking about more of the female team coming out of the plane, some with headphones on, some talking to each other, and some straight up ignoring the male team as they carry heavy cargo like it weights nothing

Can't stop thinking about how there's a K9 handler on the team and brought out these big ass wolf-dogs with spiked collars and one of them scares the shit out of Soap because it barked at him and she apologizes to him with a nervous smile (he's already in love)

Can't stop thinking about how the males can't stop goggling at these absolute beautiful women that pass them by who look like they're from the fucking island of Themyscira

Can't stop thinking about how Capitan Price and Ghost almost pass the hell out when they see the last two women get out of the plane, the tallest person they've ever seen in the front and a bit shorter one in the back

Can't stop thinking about how all the women have to bend down to go through the doors

Can't stop thinking about all the women finally introducing themselves with their call signs and the tallest one in the team (who almost broke their doors because she cant get through them) is the Capitan and her second in command is behind her

Can't stop thinking about the second in command giving Ghost a small nod with a soft smile, sending him in a spiral

Can't stop thinking about some of the girls crowding the men, cooing down at them about how cute they are and how muscular they are, pinching their flustered cheeks and curiously groping their overwhelmed bodies

Definitely can't stop thinking about how the men know they're absolutely fucked for these few months.

Can't. Stop. Thinkinnggggg.

[queenhunter102]

Two Hands

*Cough* *Cough* I'm just going to leave this here...

Also NSFW...

John was nearly about to lose it. Honestly, he was, there you were in all your pretty glory, and there he was, trying not cum from simply staring; he lightly studded his head against his mattress as he tried not to think about the ache that was currently wedged between his stomach and the bed.

Nor was he trying to think about the voice notes that you had sent him or the pretty picks you had sent of you in barely there undies and his shirt; his eyes rolled back when he felt his cock twitch; he wondered if would it cheating if he just rubbed one out, not like you would know...

And that was what got him to where he was, his cock in hand as he worked his hands down his shaft; each time his fists connected with his hips, his cock twitched, followed by another load of precum leaking out; John had never seen his cock look so angry, never.

He threw his head back as he humped his hands, flipping himself over, grabbed his pillow, stuffing it under his hips and bucked into it, moaning your name so loud his voice broke, he could nearly take it, barely take the thought of fucking you right now, let alone the idea of you in your shared bed, begging for him to stuff his cock inside.

He could feel the cold air hitting his nose, making it sting a little, something that he had tried to do earlier to stop his cock from breaking it felt like. Still, each drag of his weeping cock against the material of the pillow was almost mind-numbingly sweet, like it was some decadent treat he was craving.

He let out a sharp cry as his hips made one last push against the pillow, his hands gripping it like his life depended on it as he felt himself cum finally; after days of pent-up frustration and endless boners, he was finally satisfied.

[joonieskinks]

“You gotta be fuckin jokin, right?”

Simon doesn’t know whether to laugh or to actually take this whole situation seriously.

“No, m’not. It’s my task force, it’s a decree given by the government and we will ensure her safety at all times.” Price states, his face stone cold, fists planted firmly on the table. “Got it?”

Suspicious stares are shared amongst the boys as they slowly come to accept their new reality. The gravity of the situation rapidly sinking in as the arrival of the their new squad member is imminent.

A knock followed by a brief of announcement of title by your steward echoes into the room. A formality. Always with the tradition these people, you can barely hold back the roll of your eyes.

“Oh, come now. There’s really no need for that.” You declare, gaze darting between each of your newfound team. Their attention fixed on you, particularly the big one in the corner.

“Well.” You start with a sarcastic, dry laugh, sensing the tension in the room.

“There’s really no need to curtsy to the Princess of Wales, gentlemen.”

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Part 2 ish here

[ryuzakemo128]

Grim Reaper - Supernatural AU

Pairing: Poly! Task Force 141 x you/ female reader

Content Warning: Fantasy Violence, Nogitsune, betrayal. If there is something triggering in this, I have not tagged. I suggest you read at your own discretion.

Words: 1024

Masterlist - Prequel - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary: You are known for taking on a human form. Taking joy in tormenting, tricking, and possessing humans.

You are a Nogitsune. The translation for this is wild fox.

Alternate names for you are Yako, Yakan.

Yakan is more archaic. Its origin lie elsewhere. Predominately in a different animal.

Many local variations of your name exist. Only known to those in those areas.

Your habitat is located amongst the fields, forests, and wild areas.

Your diet? Omnivorous. You particularly like wax, oil, lacquer, women’s life force and blood. You are quite happy with your appetite. Only going out of your way to eat when it suits you and your own hunger.

Often referred to as Yako. A type of kitsune. A breed of magical kitsune to be more specific. You wander the East Asian territories amongst your kin.

You do not have a divine soul. Not only that, but you are not a messenger of the gods. You do not serve the Inari.

You are known for taking on a human form. Taking joy in tormenting, tricking, and possessing humans.

A keen sense of danger. Strong disliking for bright light. Hiding from the sun during the day. Scared of swords and knives. You do not do well with bladed objects. An intense fear of dogs. As soon as you smell one. You are already gone. Hiding.

Able to recognise human activity even though you hide from humans. Whenever you get the chance to. You are nowhere to be found. Which you generally enjoy. Sneaking around to steal some of your favourite foods like; wax, candles, lamp oil, lacquer, alcohol, and fried tofu. A feast for you. A delicious feast no other could compare to.

Some kitsune are viewed as holy creatures, magical foxes serving as messengers to the gods. You are not one of them. You are a low-ranking member. Furthermore, you do not act as a messenger. You do not serve the Inari. Despite all of this. You seem relatively comfortable with your low ranking. You don’t aspire to increase your standing.

In order to change your shape, your form, you requite a bone from a horse or a cow. It requires all of your concentration, your magical focus of some form or kind.

This went on for a while. Long enough for a task force 141 to find you all the way out in the English countryside. Resting on dry hay inside an abandoned stable. Clutching onto a worn-out pink teddy bear. A giant one. Big enough to cover your entire body. Engulfing it in a warm beacon of safety.

You knew this day would come eventually. People hated monsters. Monsters would always be stomped out by those who are deemed better on a biased moral compass. You wished you are back at home with your older siblings. Yet you were all the way out here. No way back. Lost and alone.

What you deserve and what you get are two separate things.

You deserved to be home. Instead, you were tricked into coming all the way out here by a person you called 'friend'. A friend who was a liar. A snake. A false promise. A deception. A deceiver. Unworthy of being your friend.

You’ve been running from them for months. You were too tired to put up much of a fight. If any at all. You didn’t hear the stable doors creak open or the footsteps of crunching gravel. “Are you here to kill me?” You asked. “To slay the mighty beast in order to receive a medal and pat on your back? Spare me the hypocrisy that is your kind. Werewolves like you don’t know anything beyond your own kind. Well done. You got your prize. You won the fight. You get something while the beast is slain. How noble of you.”

Noble? Pathetic. Bowing down to the needs of the whims and wants of others. Look at you. Tamed and bound by an entity who would discard you the moment they found something better. I know these things better than you might think.

No wonder you smell. The dog smell. Putrid. Horrid. Disgusting. The dog crate smelled of hundreds of dogs. The putrid smelling seeping into your clothes. The smell stung your eyes to a new level you hadn’t experienced before. Stench overwhelming as you were muzzled to keep you from biting them.

Scared. They’re scared like little pups. Whinging. Whining. Wanting more than what they deserve to get. I don’t care about what they want. I don’t care. I don’t fucking care about anything they could possibly want from me. Their whims and desires can go fucking drown in a river for all I care.

Along the road to the military base full of people marching around in military fatigues. You must have passed out on the way there. Snoring like a bear. A giant bear. A big bear. A big, big bear. They tried prying it from you.

You gave them growls. Snapping at their fingers. Gaz got bit a few times. Not hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to ward him away from you.

Your eyes held a luminous glow to them. Even if they were only open for a few seconds before falling back asleep. Stretching a bit before breathing a steadily.

Lowering the air conditioning between 12 degrees to 17 degrees depending on your mood at the time. Keeping the room you were kept inside. Cold enough for you to keep you comfortable. Not them.

Laswell looking in the crate with flashlight as the dog crate presented to her like an offering to a god who knew little of your kind. The urge to strike. To bite her burned inside your soul.

Those fucking naïve bitches. Dangling a snack in front me? Tempting me to eat her, are we? Idiots. Morons. Just a bite. A nibble is all it takes to get to the sweet red nectar beneath her flesh. To gorge myself on her blood like it was ordained by my nature.

Grim.

Grim.

Grim Reaper.

A new name.

For a new place.

Mine.

All of it.

MINE.

Once they ask for my name.

It is all they shall get from me.

A small kindness for their pathetic interference.

[sofasoap]

Drunken boys

Pairing: you can kinda read it as Price x F!reader ( Aka Mini MacTavish) or just stand alone.

Summary: baby sitting three drunken boys isn't easy.

CRACK FIC warning lol. use of alcohol, mature theme. Thanks to @kaplerrr for the inspiration ( after hearing drunken antic of weird ppl outside her apartment in the early hours. It was a very interesting conversation. ) “masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Gaz�� give me your jacket….  I am colllddddd.”

“You are Scottish, you don’t know what cold is.” Gaz slurred, trying to yank his jacket back.

“I am NOT Scottish… I am YOU NOW, KYLE GARRICK!!!! NOW GIVE ME THAT JACKET!!!” Soap spins around, avoiding Gaz’s attempt to fight for jacket.

“Johnny, you are NOT KYLE, Give him his jacket back,” You slap your brother on the head, and to your horror, Gaz pull your arms up, trying to bite it , “ KYLE What!!!!  DON’T BITE ME!!! Stop it!!” Trying to pull your arm back, Gaz look at you with a puppy look, and turned towards Soap and grabbed his arm and started to bite it instead.

“ KYLE GAZ GARRICK STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP BITING MY BROTHER!!! SIMON come and help me!!!!” You shouted at Ghost, guessing he is still at least much more sober than these two men. 

Ghost frowned, looking at you with a super seriously look, before stepping towards you, holding up a beer bottle. “ LOOK, a free bottle of beer.”

“OH FAROUT not you too, its empty Simon!! Put it down, nonononono, dont drink it you don’t know where it’s been!!!!” 

“Scotland forever!!!! I want a Parrot!!!” 

“ you are NOT getting a Parrot you bampot!!! And stop with your patriotism, it’s one in the morning on a British street, keep your mouth shut!!!” 

Turning towards Price, who’s been looking on with amusement. “Help me out here??” You pleaded helplessly, with tears in your eyes.

“ …. .and you still want kids? Looks like we have instant three boys already, we can just adopt them, straight into the adult stage."

“About that….” You twiddle your thumb.

Price wishes he should have drank more Scotch that night after you dropped him the bombshell. 

[shadow-riley]

COD~ enjoy 🥀♡✧˖° PT.1

(my own little series of poems that I WROTE that i associate with COD men x user !!) DO NOT COPY! if you use my work or even part of it you MUST give credit!

Simon riley x f!reader (not my images, credit to pinterest)

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He rested his head in her lap;

She held his body in hers.

Her warm embrace guarded him, 

Daunting the 

Demons

That haunted his head.

His temperate form tranquilized her,

Terrorizing the

Monsters

That pursued her surroundings.

Her fears may be external 

And his Internal

But the peace, 

The silence, 

The calming of the mind

Is all the same.

Oh, the extravagant, 

Fragile

Thing love is;

Oh, the beautiful, 

Rare

Thing they have.

~K.L.

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[sillystargirll]

Sex positions with (141 + Alejandro)

What I think the positions the boys like in bed~

please blow this up along with my page :)

Ghost

We all know that this man is touch starved and secretly a cuddler when it comes to you.

I feel he'll like spooning sex positions where he can just hug and fucking you from behind while squeezing your hips and curves while he whispers the dirties things into your ear. He also loves to feel and squeeze your boobs while fucking you it just gets him your boobs are like a stress ball to him it calms him

When feeling dominant towards you he likes to fuck full Nelson just him seeing your knees reaching the sides of your head turns him on as he slams his cock into you over and over again and it does wonders for him and you causing him to reach the spongey spot that makes you see stars.

This also applies to a Legs Up missionary (similar to full nelson) with your back laying in bed with your legs on the side while Ghost is on top of you fucking the daylights out of you while rubbing your clit to reach your orgasm.

Bonus: He loves seeing you squirt for him, he remembers the first time you hid this ability from him, let's just say he didn't stop until his bed was drenched with your juices.

Soap

This cheeky motherfucker loves seeing you on top of him while you get yourself off, cowgirl position gets him off he loves seeing you slam his cock into you while you arch your back and set a pace he doesn't mind if it's fast or slow it all depends on the mood.

He will love any top position but his favorite position is Reverse cowgirl he LOVES getting the view of your ass bouncing back onto him while your cock-drunk while you rub your clit, your pussy gripping his cock making you tighter, he'll grab your hips, and thrust you harder onto his cock to reach for both of yours orgasm.

He loves smacking and kneading your plump ass from behind, he just loves to see your ass turn into pretty shades of red.

Bonus: He loves to use toys during sex, he doesn't mind trying anything new but however his favorite toy to use on you is the vibrating panties when in public he used it once in a brief meeting let's just say the thrill of getting caught gave you an orgasm you will never forget ever.

Price

This man with all the stress of his child-like squad mates and the responsibilities of a captain, likes to savor the moment, especially with you he likes the old classic missionary taking in the moment of you while you're under him.

he likes to appreciate all of perfections and flaws from head to toe and please you since your always by yourself when he's away on deployment he often feels guilty and uses sex to make it up to you.

He loves when you give him blowjobs, seeing you under him gets him off, and likes to watch you take his cock whole and swallow his seed, even though he's busy you always find the time to give him the pleasure he deserves

Bonus: He secretly likes 69 positions on lazy days when you both won't get out of bed spending the whole day admiring each other. He loves to eat you out while you suck him off it honestly has such a view to him.

Gaz

He LOVES fucking you in a lotus position he just loves feeling one with you and having your legs wrapped around each other's waist. Then, both of your arms wrap around one other. both of you sharing an intimate moment  

Likes skin-to-skin contact.

He likes to admire all of your beauty and have your hands scratching his back while you moan in ecstasy.

hot and heavy deep breathing from both of you in this position intensifies your emotional connection and pleasure.

Bonus: He loves to get High with you and have sex it boosts both of your sensitivity and makes you both have an out-of-body experience orgasm

Alejandro

This fucking man (HE IS PAPI) omg don't even me started he does know how to leave you a babbling mess and needy for him.

He loves fucking you doggy style, ass up in the air as he slams his cock in and out of your pussy while grabbing a fistful of your hair and bending down to your neck leaving dark bruises n your neck, nibbling your earlobe as he whispers the dirties things in your ear turning you on even more.

he also loves to eat your pussy, he could spend the whole day between your legs he loves your natural scent it's like a drug to him. He loves to nibble and suck on your clit cuz he knows it drives you crazy.

Bending you over the kitchen counter also does a number on him

any position with him bending you over he's all in

Bonus: he loves seeing you engage in lesbian action, While in Paris on a mission with 141 and you, he convinced you to have a threesome with another woman in front of him which surprisingly you enjoyed too as you and her ate and scissored each other out. This turned him on so much that he had to get in the action by fucking your mouth as the other woman ate you out.

[hostilecandle]

Idk if this is a semi-controversial take on here but I've been watching everyone on Twitter lose their minds over the new fallout skins for the 141 and the most common complaint I'm seeing from fandom is "Why is ghost so skinny/small?"

And idk but this just really highlights the glaring problem of this fandom that the majority of poeple in it have never played the games or even interacted with the canon at all(ie watching a playthrough or smth). They don't really know the story, what these characters are like personality wise, or even what they actually look like. Its very reminiscent to me of the Homestuck fandom of people jumping in for the ✨️aesthetic and fun✨️ without ever interacting with the source material and getting mad and frustrated when fans of the canon would then try to explain that's not what these characters are like.

And there's nothing wrong with headcannons. We all have silly ones that don't actually make sense and they're all fictional anyways so what does it matter in the end. But it does get frustrating in times like this when takes like "why is he so skinny 😭😭😭 they ruined my boy" are so popular amongst general fans when, No. He just LOOKS like that.

Like I'm sorry yall but ghost is not a body builder. You have built up this brick shithouse of a man in your heads with a bodybuilder physique that has no functional muscle when in reality he's just padded up from the clothes he wears. Of course he's built (yes, even in that fallout skin) They all are, but its real and functional muscle. Have yall ever met a soldier in real life? But the fandom (at least on twitter I haven't really seen it here) has seemed to work themselves into a tizzy over not getting an unrealistic body type that has never existed for this (or any of these) character to begin with.

I have more to say about fandom mischaracterization of all of these characters but that'll always be a thing in fandoms and im of the belief people should just have fun. But like, it does get frustrating seeing the widespread consensus of something that has never existed and then getting actually mad about it not being given to you on a silver platter by activision (when MOST of you aren't even gonna spend the money and play warzone anyway btw 😭😭😭)

[multific]

Taskforce 141's Reaction to Seeing You in Your Wedding Dress for the First Time - Preferences

John Price

John had been waiting years to finally marry you. He proposed three years ago and ever since, the time never came. So, when your wedding was finally here, it was a very emotional day for everyone. His entire team was there along with your family and John couldn't have wished for more.

Yet, he was nervous as he stood by the altar. He feared you ran off.

So, when the music started playing and you walked down the aisle, John felt a long sigh leave him.

Then he saw how amazing you looked.

He would cry, only a couple of teardrops, but he would let those slip with pride as he watched his bride walk down towards him. He felt intense joy and pride.

Simon Riley

He would be a mess on your wedding day.

So much so that everyone around him had to calm him down. And holding Simon back was a real challenge.

He wanted to see you, but he also couldn't which ate him up on the inside.

He kept fidgeting and shifting from one leg to the other.

Simon swore he nearly gave himself whiplash from how quickly he turned around as the music started to play.

But, there were you, in your gorgeous dress. Simon felt the tears roll down his cheeks, he even saw Johnny take a picture but he didn't care. All he cared about is how much he loved you and your beautiful smile as your hand was handed over to him.

Johnny MacTavish

Johnny is not one to hold back his emotions when it comes to you.

He has always been and always will be open about them.

And how could he hold these emotions on his own wedding day?

The answer was simple, he couldn't.

Seeing you enter the room, he was already crying, too taken over by the emotions.

Johnny would be the kind of man who is not afraid to show this side of himself.

He would be proud that he landed a woman like you, and so he would be proud to see you in your wedding gown. Knowing what you two have been through just to get here.

He gave a little squeeze to your hand.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle would be the kind who would try his best to hold back his tears.

It would be difficult considering that deep down he was also an emotional person.

As the music started to play and he heard the doors open, he was fine.

But then he saw you, hiding behind your veil, it just did something to him.

He would still try his best not to cry, even if it was all so overwhelming. You two were surrounded by your family and his, and on top of it all, you looked so gorgeous in your dress.

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[pfhwrittes]

i'm gonna be honest with you all. i've got nothing for wip wednesday this week. i started something based on this post and another something based on this post but i kind of hate my own writing at the moment so yeah

[the-faceless-bride]

@xxshadowbabexx has inspired me! With this fic, I've decided to take it to the extreme. Because I love extreme and insane readers, it's my favorite. So this is gonna have a big warning for mean cheater 141 (most of them) and dark yandere like reader that will hurt people.

Warnings: AN ACTUAL INSANE READER! READER IS A YANDERE! FULL ON UNHEALTHY AND DANGEROUS YANDERE PERSON! A VERY BAD INDIVIDUAL! Cheating, gaslighting, making your partner listen/watch you have sex with someone else, blood, needles, violence, kidnapping?, blackmail, stalking, forcing to take medications implications of Murder, implications of necrophilia, manipulation, dubcon-Noncon affection, kissing, reader putting marks on themselves, hugging, im serious if you are sensitive to dark content then don't read this. There's a lot of uproar about dark content and im telling you please don't read it if you don't like it. Both The guy and reader are NOT good people. reader is insane. You've been warned.

Also, I wrote this while listening to Emotion repeatedly as I thought it was fitting in a psychotic way.

Characters (in order) - Soap, Konig, Ghost, Gaz, Price, Alejandro (no Graves or Roach, sadly I don't know enough about roach to write for him and I must inform you I am not a Graves Girlie. Maybe if you have some good Graves fic I can get into him but as of now Graves just doesn't do it for me, sorry.)

Whether you like it or not.

Soap - you were seeing signs everywhere. lipstick stains, perfume that wasn't yours, hickeys you didn't remember giving him. You were certain he was cheating, but with whom? You tried poking at him now and again but he would always say the same thing, "I don't know what you're talking about Bonnie.- Bonnie don't be so paranoid this cock is all yours. I promise.- Bonnie I don't know when you became a crazy jealous person but it hurts me you think I would do that."

All lies. You knew they were. You just never got any proof. At some point, you thought you were going crazy. but that was until you came home early one day after staying a night at your brother's new house. Johnny was home but there was another car... Your best friend. Johnny had her bent over as he sucked on her neck. You watched for a moment before hiding behind the wall, you had come just in time for them to finish and start re-dressing, you let the rage fester and infect you, feeling the anger and sorrow of the betrayal of not only the love of your life but your trusted friend.

When they both emerge from the bedroom and your friend locks eyes with you and her lips start trembling the rage finally boils over. Meanwhile, Johnny made his way to you. "Bonnie it's not what it-"

You shoved him from you storming your way to your once friend grabbing her by her hair and screaming in her face, you can barely remember what you said. You were in such a rage you had let spurs of names, insults, and threats all one after the other. Only stopping when you felt a strong hand pull you away. "Bonnie stop you're scaring her! It's not what you think!" you yank your arm from his grasp, "you're defending her?! You son of a bitch! You get her the fuck out of my house before I rip her fucking hair out!" you threaten and she scrambles out between the two of you. You follow her to the door, never reaching out to grab her but you yell at her the whole way out to her car, when she drives off you make your way back into the house to deal with Johnny.

"How dare you. HOW DARE YOU! YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS CRAZY!-"

"YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY BONNIE!- you're acting crazy right now!"

"CRAZY?! You were cheating on me! WITH MY FRIEND! I saw you!"

" You don't even know what you saw."

He begins to turn away from you... He thinks he can fuck you the night before. Tell you he loves you. FUCK. Your best friend. Then tell you you're crazy. AND GO BACK TO RELAX IN YOUR BEDROOM?!?!

You let out a cry of anger, betrayal, and disbelief as you pick up the big decorative clay vase before giving it a big swing and smashing it to pieces over his head.

Johnny slowly turned around "Bonnie..." blood trailed down the side of his head, trying to take a step towards you but lost his footing, sliding down the wall and slumping to the floor.

------

Johnny woke up, his head pounding and his body chained to the cold hard ground. His head was wrapped and disinfected. He tried to get up but he was stuck. The chains were thick, whoever did this knew normal cuffs wouldn't hold him.

"Hey, baby." Johnny looked to his side, you sat at the top of the stairs to your basement. "Bonnie- wha- what happened? ... What did you do?"

You smiled and walked down the stairs before standing in front of him. "Johnny. You know I love you.", he stares at you. Maybe he'd pushed you too far.

"Bonnie. I- im sorry, let's jus talk bout this and we can-" he tried to reason with you, maybe if he could talk to you he could talk you down. Reverse a little bit of the damage he'd done.

"oh no, Johnny. I thought you liked my friend. So I thought I could give you one last hurrah! Before you don't get to see anyone again!"

You started walking up the stairs and Johnny began to slightly panic, "c'mon bonnie, I am sorry. Plus! You can't keep me here, the team would come looking for me!" he tried to reason.

"no! You are off due to injury remember? You are here for a good three years! And if it takes longer than you to break... Well, im sure I can give a convincing enough lie that you never made it home. Send them on a while chase looking for you!" you called from the top of the stairs, before grunting, and a large thud was heard as it banged on each step down the stairs.

Oh God. It was her.

It was her. Your friend. Her eyes were glassy and drained. Skin pale and bruised. Bloodied. Dead.

"well, Johnny. Have the last bit of your fun."

"wha- what..."

"do it. You don't want to feel what she did do you?."

"What?"

"you don't want me to have to hurt you, Johnny. Don't you?" you threatened. And Johnny knew he didn't have a choice.

He took hold of her cold body, these three years would be hell for him... He prayed that he wouldn't break...

Konig - you couldn't believe him. You'd caught him in the middle of undressing another woman. She screamed when she saw you in the doorway which prompted Konig to turn around in horror as he made eye contact, he stood up and tried talking to you as the woman rushed out the door sloppily dressing herself.

The excuse he gave you made your eye twitch and your fingers itch to wrap around his neck and squeeze. The only thing stopping you was his size. You knew that if you tried he'd have you on the ground in a matter of seconds. "I just wanted to prove to myself I was good for you!" you took a long look into his eyes. Before laughing. You laughed at him. And you laugh good and hard for thirty seconds, of non-stop hysterical laughter. And every time you looked back at him and saw his hurt expression it made you laugh even harder.

After your laughing fit you went eerily calm, before telling him in a straight face, it's ok. I forgive you.

-------

But Konig quickly got the idea that it wasn't true. One night when he came home from a mission, he heard strange noises coming from your bedroom. Konig tried to tell himself it wasn't what he thought. Maybe you were taking care of yourself? Maybe you were watching a video, or maybe... But Konig couldn't deny it for long as he heard the sound of a man grunting and you saying his name, Konig made his way to the room and there you were.

You were on your back the man was hunched over you his face in between your neck and shoulder, you Could see Konig standing behind the Man as the man continued to push his cock in and out of you, unaware of the danger he was in. You moaned louder to taunt the large dangerous man standing behind your lover for the night. "yes! Oh fuck! That's it~" Your moans were fake. Konig knew the difference as he'd heard your real moans many many times. "oh baby~ you're so much better than him! You know how to please with that cock~" you tried not to cringe at your fake words; this guy had no rhythm, no drive to please, and his cock didn't even brush against the spots Konig's cock bullied inside you. But you didn't care. You just wanted to hurt Konig. To bruise his heart and his ego. And it worked.

Konig grabbed the man by the hair and pulled him off and out of you, the man screamed in shock but you remained silent. Watching with a spiteful grin, Konig was just gonna toss the guy out. But then he noticed something... He wasn't wearing a condom... This random man had fucked you raw and came inside you... Dead. This man was dead. Konig didn't stop slamming his fist into the man, his jaw, his head, his neck, his ribs. Anywhere Konig could reach.

The man lay still on the cold floor. Barley breathing. He had some time before he succumbed to his injuries but Konig wasn't in a rush to help the man who fucked his love.

"how could you do this? Why would you hurt me in this way!? You- you-"

"I just wanted to be good enough." you said bluntly

"What...?"

"I just wanted to prove to myself I was good enough for you... That's just what you wanted too... Right, Konig?"

Ghost - he did it again. Lied again. Fucked someone else in your bed again. Again. And again. And again. You didn't get it. Had you not been perfect? Had you not helped him through night terrors? Through panic attacks? Through tearful nights when he had a particular dream about his family life? You were tired of it. Coming home and hearing moans that weren't yours. Finding used condoms that you know he didn't use with you. Clothes that weren't even close to your size were found under the bed or stuffed somewhere in his car. You hated it. You hated him. But God... You loved him. You knew he wasn't good for you, but you wanted to love him and he loved you in return.

He was out again, with his team... You hid in a seat in the far back of the pub. So out of sight Ghost still hasn't noticed you. But you noticed him, chatting up with a pretty blonde at the from of the bar. You hated her. You didn't even know her. But she had something that you didn't. You don't know what it is, but it must be something good. If Simon was out looking for it from her instead of you.

She giggled and batted her lashes at him, you don't take your eyes off them the whole time. You told Simon you'd be gone for the weekend. So when you noticed they were about to leave, you rushed to your car speeding to your house. Parking somewhere Simon wouldn't see, rushing inside and lit some candles, and pulled out some wine. And fix your hair to make it look like you had a romantic evening planned.

------

When Simon walked in he was sloppily making out with the woman his hands running up and down her curves.

"Simon?" you asked quietly playing dumb. As if you hadn't been watching him, you'd been watching him for a few months now. Just out of sight. Plotting how you could go about your revenge. Ghost would be hard to break. He's emotionally dead and doesn't let much get to him. But everyone has a breaking point.

Everyone.

This caught Simon off guard. You weren't meant to be home. This caused a reaction from the woman he brought home, apologizing to you over and over begging forgiveness as she didn't know. Then turning to Simon and giving an earful of disgust at what he had done and was going to do with her all while having a loving and caring lover at home.

You played it up by crying, just like you'd done the first twenty times he'd done this before. This time it was fake, asking what you had done to drive him away. Making the woman chastise him further. Before shaping him and walking out.

After she left you stopped crying, which also caught Simon off guard. Normally you would go one of two ways when catching him in a lie or with lipstick stains on his shirt. You blame yourself and Simon reassures you that you are overthinking and not thinking straight (a lie) or you blame him and he says it hurts him that you a person he trusts let down his walls for (lie) and would accuse him of things he would never do (another lie)

But this time you did.

"You're just like your father." **SLAM**

Simon had instantly slammed you into the wall, his hand around your throat.

"don't. Don't you EVER say that again. I'm nothing like him. I protect and serve. Nothing like him." he looks at you with a hatred you'd never seen before, it made you smile on the inside.

"oh- really? You hurt me." You choke and Simon tightens his grip, warning you.

"you lie to me. You cheat on me. You tell me you love me and don't mean it-" **squeeze**

"you hurt me. Just like he hurt your mother-"

"SHUT UP." He slams you again,

"You're hurting me right now. Just like him." Simon takes a moment before dropping his hand from you as if you'd just burned him.

He stumbles away from you. But you follow, "It's ok Simon. I promise to forgive you. If you promise not to hurt me again."

You were fucking with him. You sounded like his mother, promising to not leave or tell as long as he promised to stop hurting you. Just like his mother pleaded with his father. So so many times.

You smile at him. He rushes away reaching for the door and opening it a crack, "Simon. Don't go. Don't hurt me. Not again. Be good. Promise me."

Simon's head was spinning, trauma and pain in the front of his mind.

"promise me, Simon."

Simon shut the door.

"I promise," he whispered.

Gaz - you didn't want to believe it. He was different. You knew he was! He was the one who made this place a beautiful world. He wouldn't. He couldn't! Your heart wouldn't be able to take it. But your world came crashing down on you, you had found panties that weren't yours and you had begun to panic, no. No, he wouldn't. This is a misunderstanding. You're gonna call him. He's gonna answer and be with his mates and clear all this confusion up. Yeah... Yeah, that was it!

You called Kyle and after three rings he answered, that's a good sign! And you were relieved. But that was quickly taken from you. A woman moaned into the phone as Kyle praised her in the back, "That's a good girl, let her hear you. She her your mine baby." your mind turned to static only a few words and phrases were heard,

"mine... Good girl... My girl. .. Perfect... Sweet... Pussy made for me..." your heart racing, pounding in your ears. It cries. It aches... How can this be fair? You stayed on the phone, on speaker as you hurried around the house. You had to fix this. Who was she? How dare she try and take your place.

You were made for Kyle. Not her. He said it to you so many times. He had to be lying to her. She- she must have forced him. That's it! That's the only thing that makes sense. Why would he cheat and answer the phone while doing so? That doesn't make sense! It was her you know it.

It hurts now. Knowing your darling was being taken advantage of. Don't worry Kyle darling. She'll learn to keep her damn hands off...

-------

Kyle came home around 11:50 PM, she truly kept him locked away. Your poor baby. Forced to do such disgusting things to her.

"Lovie? Are you in? I- I don't know what came over me I-" he gets interrupted. You're hugging him. Kyle stands still. Confused. He thought he was gonna have to convince you he was trashed, filled with alcohol, and didn't know what he was doing... But you're... Hugging him? "it's ok Kyle. I know it wasn't you. I know." Kyle for a moment, thinks things he's maybe gotten away with it. "don't worry, I won't let it happen again."

What?

Kyle jumps feeling a pin in his neck, he jolts shoving you to the ground causing you to hit your cheek hard on the floor, you whine as you sit up holding your hand to your cheek. You forgive him, you expected him to fight. That's why you didn't tell him your plan to keep him safe in the first place.

Kyle reaches behind him, pulling out the syringe that stuck out from his neck. His eyes quickly become blurry and his body slow and off-balanced. He tries to say your name but he can't his tongue is heavy and his throat is tight.

He falls to the floor with you.

When Kyle comes too; his head is pounding, his throat is dry, and his right cheek hurts. He tries to get up but he can't. He's strapped down to the bed. Kyle starts to panic, what happened last night? Where-

"good morning darling." Kyle whips his head to you, causing it to pound loudly in his ears. "what- what happened, where?-" You smile and sign as you set a tray of water and medications on the bedside table. "you're at home with me darling." you turn to him placing a damp cloth on his head. "why am I strapped to the bed?"

"well I couldn't trust you would stay put, would I?"

Huh?

"oh! Also, I made sure you won't ever be bothered again!"

"bothered?"

"yup! That woman from last night she won't hurt you anymore!" Kyle stared at you confused, she didn't do anything. He approached her and went back to her place, telling her that you were a crazy ex and that's why she agreed to let him answer.

"but- she didn't do anything." you frown at him, "She must have messed your brain up bad. It's ok! I'm gonna help and fix you!" you say as you reach for the tray.

A syringe and glass bottle at one end of the tray next to some pills as well as a bottle of water. He stared with wide eyes, "don't worry the pills are just to help with the pain from hitting your head."

"and the needle..."

"just for safety, I don't want to use it but I can't have you straining yourself and leaving ugly wounds on your precious skin my love."

Kyle tried to remain calm, he didn't know how much of your words he could trust. You held the pill out to him waiting for him to open his mouth but he didn't... You sigh, you didn't want to have to do this. You pick up the needle dipping the end into the glass bottle, filling it with liquid.

Kyle began to struggle and you held him down trying to keep steady while injecting the clear liquid into his arm. Kyle felt his body weaken, not in a sleepy way but his body started to not respond right away. You opened his mouth and shoved the pill inside, your eyes getting teary. why was he making this so difficult?

After giving him some water after a struggle and him trying to spit the pill out, he finally gave in. He'd try and reason with you later, right now his head hurt and he was tired.

You climbed over him. Kissing his cheek and snuggling him, he'd see you love him. You're hear to help him. Protect him.

He'll come around. You know it.

Price - You'd been running around all day preparing for Price to come home, you'd been waiting for so so long to get your hands on him again. He's been gone for eight months, you were sure he'd be aching for you. Just as much as you were for him.

But when he came home he was... Off. He wouldn't tell you what, "later" he'd tell you over and over "later" you thought maybe something happened on the field. But all his mates were alive you know that. So what went wrong?

It's not until a month later that he breaks the news. "Darling. I'm so sorry, but- I just- a lady at the Bar..." and then everything went silent to you. Price... Your husband. Your John... Jonathan Price had cheated on you.

You hug him, mid-sentence. He starts crying, begging you for forgiveness. Crying to get you to stay. Crying to be given one last chance. And you give it...

"I'll stay. I love you. I need you. I will give you one last chance-"

"thank you- thank you, Darling, I- I promise-"

"but. I get to give you the same pain."

"w-what?"

"im going to have sex with someone. But you won't know when. Where. Or who."

"D-Darling,"

"it might be a stranger from a Bar. It might be one of your mates... You won't know, and I won't tell you. You'll have to figure it out."

----------

It's been months now, and John has been paranoid. You go out of your way to stay late after work hours, to go out with your friends and not come home till late in the night, you hide your phone, and you grab yourself harshly to leave bruises.

John questions you about everything. Why did you stay late? Who was with your friends, and who did you meet? Why are you hiding your phone, who are you texting?... Where are the marks coming from?... He's attached to you any time he can be, and never leaves your side. And goes out of his way to please you.

Showing you that he will make up for his flaws, his mistakes. Showing you, that you don't need anyone else. Showing you he's sorry.

You never slept with anyone, you contemplated it. But you couldn't. You loved him too much. But he didn't need to know that, he's never been more attached to you than he was now. He even put work aside.

Maybe if you keep him on his toes, he'll become dependent on you. You know you can do it. Make him crave you and need you as much as you do him. It's just gonna take time, lying, and patience. You'd break him. You know you can. Nobody in the military could break this captain. Nobody. But...

They didn't know Johnathan Price like you did.

Alejandro - Alejandro was out at a bar, he had just gotten back from a mission. A long, tedious, and dangerous mission. You wanted to surprise him! You'd missed him so much, that you planned to 'Coincidentally' run into him at the bar. you knew when he came home, what time, and with whom. You had a few trackers and bugs planted on him, namely his phone and the bracelets he got back on his way home.

It was the way you got to know him so well in the first place, you were a friend and a trusted one at that. You knew if you planted a bug or two he wouldn't suspect a thing.

Now and again you would do this he would mention or mumble about in his own time, it would amaze him how you had done what he asked, "just a hunch" you would tell him. You didn't do it all the time to not make him suspicious but you did it when you knew he needed it. Which made him fall you you that much more.

You had dolled yourself up just a bit and made your way to the bar he was at with Rudy and you quickly became on edge.

"im flattered, ha," Alejandro laughed as the busty brunette pushed herself into his personal space, she brushed her nails against his arm. You feel an itch, an itch deep inside as your face turns red.

Why? You thought he was different, and yet here he was. You were ready to return to your car and wait for him... But then you saw him push her away.

"get off. I'm not interested, I already told you I'm in a loving relationship, now leave me alone." he put his foot down. And she pouted and huffed before walking away. You smiled and ran over to him, putting your plan back into play.

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You laid in bed, skin-to-skin. Still a little sweaty from the rough session you and Ale had. You kiss him, "im gonna clean up," he hums in response. He's drifting off to sleep and you smile at how comfortable he is with you.

You turn the water on, letting it run warm before stepping in.

You let the hot water run down your body as you wash your hair, you think about earlier. Your heart flutters.

You were so thankful, thankful he rejected her. He honestly scared you for a moment.

You thought about what you would've done, you were silly. You then thought about the bag of rusted sharp tools that sat in the trunk of your car. You were so silly to think you were gonna have to get ugly with Him.

[hunterbunter3000]

141 + the others reacting to sweetheart in tight pants or short-shorts that leave nothing to the imagination?

Ugh G O D YES

(The Krueger imagine)

141!Sweetheart is getting really comfortable around the boys, enough to wear shorts that look like underwear on her. She has embraced her past and new scars and now wants to wear whatever she wants around the people she loves (platonically?idk LMAO) although she whines about it being too tight around her hips, she wears the black spandex shorts that ride up way too much on her thighs and ass. Fat jiggling while she walks, hypnotizing the men she works with. Price bites into his cigar, Ghost spills his tea as Gaz and Soap choke on their breakfast. König had to shuffle down in his chair to hide his groin under the table, while Alex and Roach just freeze and stare. Horangi had to go... clean up, as he brushed past a lightheaded Rudy and a grinning Alejandro.

She smiles at them and says, "Good morning!' Like she always does, innocent to their hard gazes. But she knows.

She knows hunger when she sees it, and she likes to keep them starving for more.

[junosbugs]

0.2

fireside

0.2

kyle “gaz” garrick 

warnings: alcohol ???

0.2

Dan was sick. Not sure if it was contagious or not, Iris offered to take over his side of the bar. Tuesdays were slow anyway. 

By now, three weeks had passed since her first two, since she had met Kyle, or Gaz. Still unsure what his real name was. That didn’t mean she saw him any less. Every so often he would come in and sit at the same booth in the back of the room, located in a dusty corner, away from the music, from the people. Sometimes he would come with his entire group of what you assumed were friends. Sometimes he came with new people. But he was never alone. 

“Could I get an order of chips, doll?” A voice came from the side of the bar, a man with a full head of hair, slim, but old, held up his card which was delicately placed in between his fingers. 

“Ya, let me go put your order in. Would you like me to open up a tab?” Iris strode over to the man, writing down the order onto a notepad. It wasn’t necessary at all, it was just fries, but she wanted to. Enjoyed the formality of the rules. 

“No need, dollface.”

Iris could only let out a huffed chuckle. 

“One order of fries!” She yelled into the kitchen window, sliding over the now ripped out page from her notepad that only held the words ‘one plate of fries.’ 

Dollface. Pet names were odd. Some days it made Iris hurl in disgust. Other days it made her want to curl up on the tacky wooden tiles, wishing she had her father to whisper them in her ear again on a summer day. 

Dollface was new, but it didn’t remind her of her dad. 

Iris took the card from the man's hand, handing him the receipt when she was done. She was quick. 

Just then, a creak followed the opening of the front door. In came that same group of four men. The Scottish man, who Iris had learned was named after a cleansing product, came walking in first sending a small wave in her direction, slowly making his way up to the edge of the bar. Behind him walked Ghost, the man with the mask directing himself to the same booth they always went to; Kyle and the other man, Price, followed. 

“Alright bonnie, how are ya?” Soap spoke, leaning his forearms on the table in front of him. 

“Good,” Iris stated simply.

“Here are those fries you asked for.” The man behind the kitchen window said as he placed the plate down. 

“Thanks Benny,” Iris called into the window, grabbing the plate on the sill. She looked back at Soap while walking up to the slim man seated and waiting patiently. “Can I get you boys anything?” She said, placing the plate down. 

"Just a couple o' whiskies fer the lads. And hey, maybe an espresso martini fer the wee fella, eh?" Soap leaned forward, not exactly whispering his last sentence. Iris laughed, shaking her head. 

‘Sorry Soap, but not today. Dan’s not here, so it’s just me. Maybe another time.” Iris said, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and four glasses underneath her. 

"He won't admit it tae ye noo, bon, but he did like it." Soap added in a hushed tone. 

Iris smiled, placing the full glasses of whiskey on a tray, “Of course he did,” she stated matter of factly, sliding over the tray to the Scottish man in front of her. 

‘Open a tab fer me, Bonnie?” Soap questioned grabbing the trays in front of him. 

“Will d.  Enjoy the rest of your night.” 

As Soap made his way back to the booth, Iris stole a quick glance in his direction. Her eyes locked on Kyle’s as a smile graced his lips in acknowledgement. She smiled back, turning to another customer. 

The rest of the night went smoothly, Iris fighting her urges to glance back at their booth. But maybe she just wasn't fit for it. With every glance, she was left with a pit of disappointment in her stomach, the four men were deep in work, papers and folders scattered around, their glasses empty now. Iris wondered if it would be okay for her to go back there and ask about a refill, but she felt she would be interrupting something. 

Iris wasn’t a people pleaser per say. But working the job that she did, she learned that when people like you, they treat you human; most of the time, they did give nice tips. 

The clock now read 11, almost 12, which was closing. Iris couldn’t say her legs ached, but the dull feeling that laid heavy in her heels slowled her movements. She couldn’t wait until she was home, laying in her creaky bed. Even with the growing feel of uncomfort, a smile still danced on her lips for the remainder of the customer. 

Slowly, she started to tidy up behind the bar, knowing the kitchen was already clean. She had the fortunate opportunity to say no to any customers wanting food, having to deal with the mumbling spells of irritations escaping their lips. All she could give was a smile, their tab, and a wishing them a safe rest of their night. 

‘Thirty more minutes,’ she thought, tilting her head, holding back a silent groan that rumbled in her throat. The only people left lingering were two older men playing a game of cards on a table with almost empty beers in their hands, and the four men hiding in the back of the bar in their designated booth. The four of them were still locked in a deep and tense conversation. Again, she fought the urge to walk over to them, to say something, anything. 

Iris wasn’t sure where the desire to disturb them came from. Never had she had the urge to interrupt a customer, interject in their company, insist for their attention; but they were not ordinary customers. They weren’t regulars either, but she had a pitiful feeling dancing around her stomach that pulled whenever she looked in their direction that grew when he never glanced back. 

11:42

The bar was clean, she wasn’t serving anymore and didn’t expect herself to serve if someone asked. She was done for the night. The kitchen was clean and empty, Sherry's office standing still with the lights off; she knew she would be closing tonight.  

She strode up to the two men, still immersed in the game in front of them. “Alright boys, sorry to interrupt but I believe it's time for me to close up.” She smiled tightly, hand inching towards what were presumably empty beer bottles. But the man to her right snatched the bottle away before her finger tips could touch the cool glass. 

“We ain't done yet, pretty face.” He grumbled, not looking away from his card. The man across from him tossed a card into the pile in front of him, disregarding Iris’s presence once. 

Iris smiled at the two men, not caring if they weren’t looking. She had to act the part, right? She couldn’t afford pissing two grown men off, especially when closing on her own. 

Turning back, she prepared the tabs for the two parties, hoping it would move time quicker for her. Before she could make her way towards the booth hidden in the corner, a tray full of empty glasses was placed gently on the counter. 

Price stood in front of her, pulling out his wallet from his large camel-colored jacket. This time she didn’t fight any urge, glancing back at the booth, watching how the other three men fumbled out of the booth while organizing the papers in front of them. 

“Her, to close the tab.” Price’s gruff voice came out with narrow eyes facing Iris, silently watching her take the card he placed on the bar counter. With a simple nod, Iris got ready to close off the tab and send the four men home. Her eyes glanced back at the two men still stuck in their game. Her eyes lingered on them for a bit before a sigh escaped her lips, shaking her head in frustration. She looked up at the clock placed over Prices’ head. 

11:58 

Handing over the receipt to the older man, Iris mumbled a somewhat cordial farewell before grabbing the last tab for the night, long strides headed in the direction of the two men. She placed the tab in front of them. 

“I am very sorry, however we are closing in three minutes. Could I take your bottles?” Iris spoke with a tight smile. Really she just wanted to cry. She never liked difficult customers, but she didn’t like being rude to them. Not that they didn’t deserve it. There were too many consequences when being rude and Iris struggled to avoid them. So she simply placed it nicely. 

“In a minute.” One of the gruffed. A cry almost escaped her lips. Her legs ached now, that dull feeling only growing. It was dark out, and she never enjoyed closing during a weekday. 

“I'm sorry sir, but there are only two minutes left till closing. I would greatly appreciate it if you at least let me take your bottle.” Sincerity wrapped around her voice. Maybe a little bit of desperation too. She didn’t try to hide it either. 

Profanities lodged in her throat. She smiled tightly, nodded and stepped away from the table, maybe to stop herself from knocking it over. Could she knock it over? 

With quick steps, she made her way over to the booth in the corner, maybe to waste time till closing, or maybe it was to finally interrupt the game they were playing and finally push them out the door.

She looked over at the booth. It was clean. The three of them lingered around the table, putting their jackets on. Iris grabbed the rag that was hidden inside the small pocket of her apron and began wiping down the already clean table. 

Would she have to call the cops to get them to leave? Certainly not, but maybe just an implication of a phone call would work, hopefully scare them off. 

A familiar Scottish voice interrupted her train of thought, locking her out of her of the conversation playing in her head. 

“Need a ride, bonnie?” Soap asked from the side, Price now joining. 

Iris just shook her head, “It’s fine, I have to wait for those two to leave and I fear they might overstay their welcome.” Nodding over in the direction of the now irritating men still playing their game. 

In a moment of despair and frustration, Iris groaned in annoyance tilting her head slightly to the side, which only reminded her how exhausted she was.

 “What could they be playing, for fucks sake.” This earned a chuckle from the four brooding and tall men. 

12:00

Iris took a deep breath in, ready to tell the two it was time to wrap up, this time with more vigor. Why did Iris hesitate? Just yell at them already. 

“Oi! Bars closed! Go home.” Kyle bellowed towards the men as they made their way out the door. 

“Another minute won’t hurt.” One of them waved him off. Kyle walked up with Iris as they made their way towards the table. Ghost, Price, and Soap lingered by the door, watching silently. 

“Oi lads, just go home, it’s late. I am pretty sure we could all use a good night's rest.” Kyle groaned, leaning his palms at the edge of their table now. Iris lingered behind, not wanting to interfere till they got up. In all honesty, she couldn’t find herself interacting with the two men without fighting back the urge to spew irritated insults at them. 

Placing the cards down on the table, one of them locked eyes with Kyle, “And what? You’ll call the police?” 

Kyle shuffled a bit in front of Iris. Moving his coat jacket a bit, she wasn’t sure what was happening, blinded by the backside of his body. Whatever was shown was enough for them to get up quickly. A stifled laugh escaped Soap which Iris was sure she imagined. 

The men grabbed their cards, stacking them and shoving them into their pockets. Leaving a few twenty dollar bills on the table, they made a beeline for the door, not sparing a second glance at the four intimidating men. 

Iris let out an exhale of relief. Reaching over to grab the empty beer bottles, she quickly wiped down the table with the rag in her free hand. Nudging Kyle with the back of her occupied hand, she breathed out, “I could use you for the closing shift more often.” 

Only thing that escaped his lips was a small chuckle, followed by Price’s voice, “You sure you don’t need a ride home, dear?” 

Iris tossed out the beer bottles and smiled up at the men still hovering by the door, Ghost's hand resting on the knob. “I’ll be fine, no need to worry. Enjoy the rest of your night.” She collected the trash, and grabbed her bag from under the counter. Kyle looked back at the three men that slowly made their way out of the bar. 

You guys go ahead,” was all he said before the creaking of the door began singing its song as they left one by one. 

“Let me walk you home.” He shifted his body towards the girl behind the counter, buttoning up her jacket.

“It’s okay, really. Go home.” 

“Please,” Kyle dragged out.

Iris leaned over and picked up the trash bag near her, opening her mouth to say something. 

“Dont, ‘Maybe another time’ me.” The man interjected, quickly leaning over to grab the trash bag secured in her hands. She smelled his cologne. A girl like her wasn’t well versed with the scents of a man, but she knew he smelled warm. She fought with herself again, knowing she lost already. 

Her grip around the trash bag loosened, letting Kyle relieve the weight on her fingers. 

“Okay,”