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A Switch (2009!Ghost X reader)

Guy this is just a shit post to let you know I'm alive (not actually bc I'm in college and finals are literally in a week) I'm sorry for being so inactive. Also please give me suggestions in my requests so I can get back into writing!

Word Count: 484

♪Song: House Song by Searows♪

Women practically threw themselves at his feet. It was always the same way too. They would stumble up to him at the bar while he was silently celebrating with his team for their most recent successful mission, ask what he was doing tonight and if they could sneak a peek at the face behind the mask. Of course he would dismiss them and send them back off to their group of friends, returning to his team after doing so. He didn’t know why but it upset him. The first time it happened to him, he was surprised. Women wanted him? But he was so scary and brutting…to each their own I guess. But the more it happened, the more he realized the women wanted one thing. Him. Not like him as a whole person, but just a part of him. The part that didn’t have a soul, just the empty, hollow casing of it. No one asked his name, what he does for a living, why he wears the mask, not even what his favorite color was. Not that he’d even answer those questions, but no one ever tried. Which is why he would avoid the bars as much as possible. If he did go, he would stick to the walls and corners of the bar. 

One day you walk in. He notices you but instantly looks away. Not in shyness, but in hopes you wouldn’t notice his 6’4 figure, or the infamous ghost mask. He watches you stand at the bar looking around. The bar lights light up your face, illuminating your cheek bones and your cute nose. The way that your eyelashes batted in quick increments is so captivat- ‘Ghost you’re getting sidetracked, get it together.’ You quickly look at your phone and see no notifications. 20 minutes pass, then thirty minutes. He sees you hang your head and pick it back up to ask the bartender for a drink. He watches your lips and sees you mouth the words ‘double’. You get your drink and take a big gulp, letting the drink warm your throat. 

You look around and make eye contact with him. You begin hesitantly walking towards him and he starts to roll his eyes. 

Here we go again, how should I steer this one away? He thinks to himself. He watches you walk closer stick out your hand to shake and-

“Hi, I’m y/n. I just got stood up for a first date and I could really use a friend right now so I feel less shitty about it. What’s your name?” You think for a second “And your favorite color.”

Oh. Oh.

He hesitates to answer, but a switch flips in him.

“You can call me Ghost. And asking me my favorite color is too personal of a question for me, but let me buy you another drink for getting stood up.” 

He liked you already.

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141's Reaction to Your Music Taste

Back at it again lovelies! I literally LOVE Sleep Token and don't know what my life was like without them. I blast my music in the shower all the time and my roommates are always like "nice concert" but hey, I have no shame. I am a music enjoyer and Gaz enthusiast 4 LYFE.

Word Count: 410

♪Song: Granite by Sleep Token♪

Gaz’s Reaction

You were the light of the team. You and Johnny always were the ones to lift the spirits of the team on failed missions and always brought your bubbly personalities with you. That was something that attracted Gaz to you so much and why you two were attached at the hip. Whenever there were chores to do around the base and you volunteered, Gaz would immediately jump up to help you. Even if it was the most insanely boring task known to man. 

One day, when all the chores were done and everyone was hanging out in the common area you had disappeared. It took Gaz all of 5 minutes to figure out that you were gone and not with the rest of the group hanging out. Swinging his head constantly, he finally gets up and walks around towards your room. He cracks open the door and the entire room is steamy and your bathroom door is shut. Gaz sits on your bed waiting to invite you to watch a movie with him and the squad. 

He sits up and hears your music blasting through your speaker. It takes him a minute but he picks up on the lyrics as you belt them over the music.

“WHEN YOU SIT THERE, ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW ME, ACTING LIKE YOU ONLY BROUGHT ME HERE TO GET BELOW ME!”

Gaz shakes his head at the lyrics. There’s no way you listen to that! It’s not that it’s bad music, it's just…well he wouldn’t expect you to listen to such intense music! 

You get out of the shower still singing your music, change and get out of the bathroom ready to put your dirty clothes into your hamper and you see Gaz sitting on your bed.

“Gaz! What’s up, what brings you to my room?” You say bubbly again. As if you weren’t just listening to Sleep Token. 

“Is that really your kind of music that you like?” He asked, completely baffled. 

“Yeah?” You say back to him equally confused. “Is something wrong with what I listen to?” 

“No not at all, I just wasn’t expecting it from you, you’re just so…upbeat.” You jump onto your bed and open your airpods and hand him one. 

“Let me show you the joy of Sleep Token Gaz” You say in a serious but playful tone. The rest of the night you and Gaz laid next to each other on your bed and listened to your music.

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Mini Series! 141’s Reaction to Your Music Taste

So the other day one of my friends told me that I look NOTHING like the music I listen to and I thought it was really funny so I incorporated it into this fun little series. The music that I chose is my own music taste, but please feel free to adjust it to your liking! I’m posting different ones during different times of the week because I don’t have time to write them all in one sitting, or the patience to wait till they’re all finished lol

Love ya!

-abbu <3

Word Count: 341

♪Song: Tempest by Deftones♪

Ghost’s reaction: 

You were the newest rookie to the squad and everyone was very pleased with your skills, but when you weren’t on duty, you were pretty quiet and you always had headphones or an airpod in. You loved your headphones but the biggest question was…what are you listening to?

It was a day after combat training and everyone had their showers and had the rest of the day off. You however, had your shower…and then put on your headphones while you read a book out in the common area of the barracks. Ghost looked over at your face and you had an unfocused face and was just enjoying your book while listening to music. He squinted his eyes under that skull mask of his trying to figure out what on earth you were listening to. 

After a while, you had to use the bathroom, so you took off your headphones, put a bookmark in your book and walked away. Ghost being the man he is, watched you walk away and around the corner to your room and got up silently. He picks up your headphones and his eyes widen in shock. 

‘There’s no way they listen to this.’ He thought to himself. What was shocking behind the music you were listening to was the fact that Ghost also listened to this artist. 

You walked back around the corner bopping your head to the song you were listening to just moments ago and freeze in your tracks. Ghost slowly turns around with your headphones on and slowly takes them off. 

“Didn’t take you as a Deftones kind of person, kid…given your quiet nature on the field.” You slowly nod your head and smile. “Tempest is a good song, but I like Entombed better.” He says matter-of-factly. Your eyes widened in shock, you didn’t think he even listened to music.

“Thanks Lieu-” 

“Any rookie with my music taste can call me Ghost.” He interrupts abruptly. 

“Thanks…Ghost.” You both smile at each other. I think you just made your first friend in the task force.

Next up is Gaz!

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Hey honey I hope you are doing well!!!!! Your Obsessions fic is very good and you are a wonderful writing:) 🫶

This is so sweet, thank you! I was really nervous about the Obsession fic since it was a little bit more...intimate than the other stuff I've written. Thank you for supporting me! <3

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live, laugh, Gaz 🫶🏻

Kyle appreciation cus activision a bitch for that tweet

@tacticalanklebiter3000 pspspps I’ve got food

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Dare I say...MOOORRREE?!

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Equal Obsession (Simon Riley x Reader)

This is a little out of my writing comfort zone so please give me feedback if there's anything I can do better!

Word Count: 855

♪ Song to Listen To: Obsession by Mellina Tey

You had met at a bar when he was home from his most recent mission. Most people would be scared by the scars littering his face, or the way he stood around his friends with a scary demeanor. But for some reason, he drew you in. Your friends advised against going to him to talk and to figure out who he was. But you couldn’t help yourself, how could you not go over there? Sure he was around other tall scary looking men, except the one with the mohawk, he seemed friendly enough considering he had started a conversation with one of your friends earlier and exchanged numbers with them.

He was hunched over the bar, with a whiskey in hand, already asking for another from the bartender. You muster up the courage to walk over there and ask for a Jim Beam and Coke from the bartender. Ghost peaks over at you from the corner of his eye, raising a brow. 

“Didn’t take you as a whiskey drinker, love.”

You slowly turn your head, looking up at this 6’1 man with the most beautiful brown eyes and dirty blonde hair you’ve ever seen. 

“A lot of people say that, what about me makes you say that?” You ask, chuckling lightly. He looks at you up and down. You couldn’t tell if he was checking you out, or figuring out what to say. He takes a sip of his drink and sets it on the bartop. 

“You look young.” He responds blankly. It was true you did look young in his eyes. It didn’t matter that you were 21 and he was just brushing 28.  Maybe it was because you didn’t see the horrors of war or people dying everyday. You looked bright. Fresh. Like you didn’t know what the true, cruel ways of the world were. And maybe that’s why he was so drawn to you. You were like an angel sent down by the Gods themselves. But why would they do that to him? He was a bad man that did bad things everytime he put on his tac-vest and loaded his mag. Why would they tempt him like that? It was scary how bad he wanted you and he knew it. He would be so good to you, he would devote his entire being to you…and make sure another man’s name would never leave those pretty lips of yours. He was obsessed. He clocked you as soon as you walked through the bar doors with your bright, bubbly friends. Your words ripped him out of his spiraling thoughts.

“I think my dear old Dad would be proud of my drink choice. And I don’t think 21 is that young, maybe a little young to have taste for a Beam and Coke, but not that young.” You tested the waters to see if he would bite, and sure enough, he did. God, you were so tempting to his desires. He would ruin you, that’s for sure. But maybe that’s what you wanted. You had been in and out of relationships, but they were all in the boy mindset, nothing serious came out of any of those relationships other than crappy dates and making out. 

You wanted a man this time, someone who knew what they were doing. This is why you also clocked him as soon as you came in. There was something about him that was so dark, and you liked it. His eyes spoke to you, but they were saying things like stay away. Did you ever listen? No, and you can thank your Dad for that. Your father had been in the Navy for over 20 years and you had learned the depths of what he did and what military people are capable of. You just hid it better than Ghost did. It was obvious he was active duty, the engraved lines in his face were like reading an open book.

After a slight chuckle Ghost replies, “I’d ruin you, you know that right?” It’s like he could read your mind. He puts his finger under your chin and lifts it to look at him. His cologne and whiskey breath was enough to sedate you for life, God it was so addicting. You could feel your knees begin to buckle, but you stood your ground. You let out a shaky breath and swallow looking at his lips and then into his eyes and he notices. The room was getting hotter, and noisier, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you wanted was his hands on your face again. Your skin was cold without his touch and you didn’t like it. 

“Have you ever considered that maybe that’s what I want?” You whisper. He grins and lets your face go. 

“Is that so?” 

“Eyes don’t lie.” You say in a soft but knowing tone.

Trying to keep himself from taking you on the bartop right there, he speaks with absolute certainty. “You won't even remember your own name when I’m done with you.” 

“Is that a challenge?” You respond with a tilt of your head and upturn of your lips.

Part 2?

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Migraines (Simon Riley x Reader)

Firstly I would like to apologize for being gone for so long, college and being a STEM major is kicking my ass right now. Anyways, this piece is a little self-indulgent because I've gotten so many migraines from working myself to the ground.

Love Ya!

-abbu <3

Word Count: 452

♪ Song to Listen To: Garden Song by Phoebe Bridgers

You had been in bed since you got home from work a couple hours ago with a terrible migraine. Something that wasn’t uncommon to you was to overwork yourself to the point of rotting on the couch after work with the blinds closed. Simon came through the door after work and walked over to the couch. 

“What’s wrong lovie?” All you could answer was a weak groan. He pushes your hair out of your face and gives you a kiss on the forehead. He walks upstairs after locking away all of his gear getting ready to retire for the night and spend some time with you.

While he was in the shower, you made your way up to your shared bed and hid under the covers. The steam from Simon's shower heated up the room and relaxed your body ever so slightly. Even though you were exhausted you couldn’t fall asleep. And even though it hurt you, you turned on your phone and put on your bluelight glasses to try and distract yourself from the throbbing pain in your head. 

A couple of minutes later you hear the water stop from the shower and Simon steps into the shared space. You pay no mind to him as he changes and lays into bed. You can feel the mattress dip from his buff body relaxing and feel his strong arms wrap around your waist. He takes a big, long sigh, kisses your neck, and takes the phone out of your hand. 

“Si, give it back.” You say tiredly reaching for it. He grabs your shoulder and turns you so your back is on the mattress. He then proceeds to softly put all of his body weight on you and you make a slight ‘oof’ sound. He takes your face softly between his hands and brings his lips to your cheek, squishing them in the process. You follow with a light groan again as Simon reaches his hands to your temples and starts to move his fingers in circles.

When he stops massaging your head he looks at you in your eyes and asks, “Have you taken anything yet?” And there was a brief pause of your breathing and that question basically answers itself. “I’m taking that as a no, and because I know you so well, I brought you an excedrin.” He says pulling the medication out of his hand and giving you a glass of water. “You're so stubborn you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me anyways.” You say before taking a sip of water. 

Giving you one last kiss on the lips and bringing you closer to his big body before falling asleep, he responds, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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gaz.

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haven’t seen one for gaz yet and i do NOT tolerate gaz erasure

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Time Apart (Simon Riley x Reader)

Word Count: 788

♪ Song to Listen To: Slow Dancing in A Burning Room by John Mayer

It had been weeks. No. Months since you had last seen him. Maybe that was just an exaggeration, but he was the first boyfriend you had that had a job like this. You had been together for about 5 or 6 months and you and Simon had been inseparable since and at the last possible second, he was summoned for a mission for work. This mission was just for 4 or 5 weeks, which in retrospect wasn’t that long, but this was the first time being apart from each other. The very first thing that he told you was that this mission was no contact. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t risk your safety like that.

Week 2 and 3 weren’t that bad and you just made a routine to keep yourself busy. It didn’t help that you were also an anxious overthinker. Every night you would lay awake thinking about Simon and his chances of coming back to you. 

“No, he’s coming back.” Is what you would tell yourself every night before you fell asleep in his too big workout shirt. His scent alone would be enough to lull you asleep in your shared bed and strong enough for you to ignore the missing body that was supposed to be next to you.

By week 4 and 5, you slowly started to eat less and sleep more. You don’t know why you reacted this way to him being gone, it’s not like you weren’t used to it. Your dad had been in the military for 20 years and it wasn’t uncommon for him to be gone for months at a time. So why is this different?

You had finally convinced yourself to swing your legs out of bed and drag yourself into the kitchen. Luckily, you had showered after work so all you had to do was put on pajama shorts and Simon's big t-shirt. Boiling some pasta water and putting on your headphones on full blast made you feel better and you knew it would melt away the sadness. While you were lost in your own thoughts and swaying to the music, you failed to hear the door unlocking, and the soft but heavy thud of duffle bags. A long sigh escaped his lips. 

“Oh shit the pasta”, you muttered to yourself. Simon’s steps drew closer to you, taking in your body like a parched man looking at water in the desert. Heavy footsteps drawing into a close. You feel your hair being pushed to the side and your neck being peppered with kisses.

“Holy shit!” You turn around quickly, with your headphones falling off your head just to be met with his adoring brown eyes.

“Miss me love?” He whispers with a smile.

“Oh my god” tears run down your face and you jump into his arms. He didn’t hesitate to support your body with his hands around your torso while your legs locked around his waist. “I’ve missed you so much Simon.” You buried your face in his neck and took in his overwhelming cologne, the smell of pine on his tactical vest and the cold sensation of his dog tags hitting your chest. He sets you on the counter gently, trapping you in between his arms. You put your hands to his face and lift his intimidating balaclava to look at his bare face. You mark all the new scars and take notice of the one on his lips. You kiss all the scars and then his lips. He takes a moment to look at you.

“Is that my shirt?” He asks, looking down at the material hanging off your body and you shrug your shoulders. “It looks good on you, keep it.” It’s his turn to return the affection and he starts at your collar bones and works his way up your neck and eventually lands on your lips. This time he hooks his hand around the back of your neck for support and kisses you deeply. Nothing beats the feeling of an ‘I missed you’ kiss. You enjoy this feeling as you wrap your arms around his neck. You hop off the counter and take his hand in yours as you go to his bags to help him put his stuff away. 

“Let’s get you settled back in so we can eat and you can tell me about your trip, the unclassified stuff anyways” You smile at him.

“Anything for you.”

After dinner and his much needed shower you laid in bed with his arms around you and your legs entangled with each other. It was the best sleep you both had in weeks.

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Boarding Lessons (snowboarding!Ghost x fem!reader)

Word Count: 552

♪ Song to Listen To: A Dream With a Baseball Player by Faye Webster

I know this is really short but it's based off of a Tik Tok I saw this morning and it was literally the CUTEST thing I've ever seen.

This was literally the worst and most embarrassing experience of your life. Seeing so many people go down the hill with ease, and then you only being able to fall on your ass. You had been brought by your best friend and her boyfriend and they were the cutest skiing couple you had ever seen. It was disgusting, but you had been a hopeless romantic your whole life so it was easy to get over. 

You had been snowboarding maybe once or twice in your life when you were younger, but it is so much harder to relearn now that you are 21. Unfortunately, you had forgotten what the levels of slopes were so here you were…stuck on the top of the black diamond. 

“I-I don’t know that I can do this.” You said to your friend. But it was too late, her and her boyfriend were already down the hill.

“FAKE ASS BITCHES” You yell down the hill in frustration. You had decided to get over yourself and just go down. That’s easier said than done because you’re not even half way down the hill and you’ve fallen about seven times.

You would’ve been down the slope sooner but this group of assholes sped down the hill racing each other, and just about running you over on their boards. You fell yet again and burst into tears under your goggles. You laid in the starfish position and just sobbed for a few minutes. You hear another snowboarder make their way down.

“Slow down ya bunch of muppets!” A thick British accent pokes through the skeleton balaclava and a pair of goggles look down at you. 

“Would you like some help…?”

“Y/N, and yes I would. Your buddies are kind of assholes.” He lifts his goggles on top of his helmet and raises an eyebrow.

“Well I apologize for them, but what are you doing on the black diamond then love?” You turn bright red.

“My friend dragged me up here and went down with her boyfriend” You frowned. You see his cheek bones lift a little bit under his mask and loose strands of blonde hair poke out of his helmet as he stretches out his hand. He easily lifts you off the ground and holds on to your hands.

“I’ll help you down the slope, yeah?”

“Y-yeah okay,” You kept hold of his big, gloved hands and looked him in the eyes. “Don’t let me go, I cannot fall again in front of all of these people.” 

“I’ve got you love, bend your knees a little.” After a while it was smooth sailing and you both got to the bottom of the slope. You see a group of men approach him.

“We’ve been waiting FOREVER for you Ghostie, what took you so lo-” A man with a mohawk gets shoved by his friend. 

“Johnny, shut up, he’s flirting.” His friend says, rolling his eyes.

You looked up at him while his friends walked away shoving each other while unlocking your boarding boots. 

“Ghostie? Is that what I should call you too?” You laugh to yourself.

“You can call me Simon, and you can also call me anytime” He winks. You look down in your glove and see his number on a piece of paper crumpled up as he walks away.

‘Call me soon for boarding lessons Lovie ;) -S’

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gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

scratches on Soap's forearms

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In Your Arms (Soap x tired! femreader)

Hey guys! I'm a new writer so please be nice and patient with me, any tips are much appreciated in helping me write better <3

Word count: 1002

♪ Song to listen to while reading: Hold You in My Arms by Ray LaMontagne

“I’ll see you later Tommy, I gotta get out of here and go home to sleep for a million hours.” Putting your hair in a clip for the hundredth time today. 

“You did good today y/n” Tommy said with a smile. “Now get out of here, you’ve spent enough hours here.”

It had been one hell of a day at the hospital. You did physical therapy for soldiers and this was month 6 of working there. You worked on the military base, which oddly enough is where you met your boyfriend of 4 months. There were patients needing you all day and you had a 12 hour shift for the third time this week, so it was time you had a break. 

Driving out of the hospital, you plugged in your favorite song and blasted it all the way home. All you wanted was some good food, a shower and some sleep. As you pull the car into the garage of your apartment, you turn the car off and just sit in silence. There’s a feeling inside of you that’s creeping up. But maybe that’s just the sleep talking, so you ignored it. The ride up the elevator was silent, there weren’t even thoughts that were talking. 

You walk down the hall of the 6th floor apartment and your bag is getting heavier by the minute. You reach for the door and walk through, almost immediately dropping your backpack and launching your shoes off your tired and aching feet and let out the biggest sigh that you’ve held all day. You then turn your attention to the living room and see that the TV is on with a broad shadow facing it and the mohawk that you oh so loved. 

“Aye lass, I thought you’d never get home, want me to get you some food?” 

You hum in response and head to the shower in your shared bedroom. You hated being so curt with Johnny, but he understands. After all he’s a Sergeant for the S.A.S and he’s had long days before, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be gone for months at a time. It was rare for you to be in the same room at the same time because you were both so busy, but you made it work. You heard Johnny order Chinese food on the phone as you stepped into the shower. 

The hot water running down your shoulders felt so good. It was just a simple shower with washing your hair, but today it felt like an expensive spa. As you step out of the shower and dry your hair, you decide to treat yourself and reach into Johnny’s sweatpants drawer and put on your favorite pair of his. They smelled like his detergent and his amazing cologne; sandalwood and whiskey. You also put on one of your favorite large t-shirts from your favorite shows. 

You step into the living room connected to the kitchen and see a plate with your Chinese on it and John standing next to it leaning on the counter facing you with his arms crossed. 

“Want to talk about it, or do you want a hug and eat while we watch a movie?” 

You smile softly, he knows you too well. “The second one sounds nice.” He holds his muscle engraved arms and you step into it letting out another big sigh. This feels so nice, to know that someone has your back when you have a bad day, and will never push you farther than you want to go. You stay hugging for a while and after a couple of minutes he peppers your head with kisses and you laugh. 

“Les go eat yeah?” 

“Yeah okay” You and Johnny bring your plates to the couch and put on your favorite movie. A small amount of time later you finish your food and get up to put your things away before you feel a strong hand on your shoulder lightly shoving you into the couch.

“Johnny what are you-” the plate you were holding disappeared as he plucked it from your hands.

“Please let me, you’ve had a long day.” He walks into the kitchen and cleans up everything as you continue to watch your movie. Some time later he walks back in and sits on the couch wrapping his arm around you and giving you another kiss on the head. You push him into the couch to lay down, having you in between him and the couch. He easily leans into the couch assuming a cuddling position with your legs intertwined and your head on his arm and hand on his chest. After a while you lean up and straddle his waist as he turns his attention from the TV to you and puts his hands on your waist to hold you in place.

“Johnny I love you and I appreciate you and everything you do for me when I’m stressed.”

“There's nothing I wouldn't do for you lass, you make me a happy man and I would do anything to make you less stressed and make you happy, I know how much you love your job, but I also know how much you overwork yourself.” He grabs the nape of your neck and leans forward meeting his lips with yours. It's been a while since you guys have had a night to yourselves without the 141 needing Johnny and the hospital needing you. You liked this. Being here with him and feeling all your stress melt away while having his calloused hands on your skin caressing your hips and neck.

After breaking away he looks into your eyes and whispers out loud. 

“I could hold you forever.” He says with a matter-of-fact tone. You go back to laying down in between him and the couch, legs intertwined. 

“And I could lay with you for a lifetime.” You say smiling looking up at him. Needless to say you both fell asleep on the couch long before the movie was over.

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