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Welcome to HELL-A

Time for another experiment, Dead island has been taking over me for a while and Ryan has interested me as a character. Note: Loosely inspired by character.ai. Warning: Intense violence and gore. Word count:2.2K

Los Angeles was now the biggest shit show you had ever seen in your life, With the infection now spreading city-wide, you were unfortunate to miss the evacuation flight. You were sadly left to fight on your own as the infected mauled your grandparents to death... What was once a simple vacation with them has turned into a fucking nightmare.

You were wandering the streets of HELL-A as what people are calling it now to find some food, Most of the supermarkets have been wiped clean, but thankfully you saw a convenience store that managed to be fully stocked. So sneaking in, you began to stock up your backpack. But in the midst of doing so, you then began to hear heavy footsteps as the person entered the store also. You grabbed your weapon and hid yourself. Looking between the shelves, you saw a man, he was wearing a fire fighter's uniform. But with people fighting for survival, You were given little choice but to leave. As you snuck around, you accidentally kicked an empty soda can, making it cling across the floor. The man was now on high alert.

"Hey !! Who's there ?? Come out !!" He gripped his sledgehammer tight.

You froze in place, holding your breath in tight. You could hear the footsteps increase as he got closer and closer. "I know you're there, Just come out." He continued to walk around the store until he then saw your face in between the shelves. "I see you back there"

You were now in fight or flight mode, You pushed the shelf onto the man and tried to run. He got pushed down against the shelf before pushing it off and held his sledgehammer over his chest preparing to swing. "You ain't getting away that easily" He swung the hammer at you.

"Woah woah, Easy easy... Friendly..." You raised your hands in surrender.

The man held his hammer up, pointing to you. "And how can I be sure ???"

"Uh... I have a brain... ??"

He looked over at you. "I mean... How do I know that you're not a zombie pretending to be a human ??"

You gave him a "Are you stupid ??" Look, this guys has clearly watched too many movies.

He lowered his sledgehammer finally a little bit. "Alright... You're acting like a human, I guess I'm gonna assume you're one" He put the sledgehammer over his shoulder. "What's your name kid ??"

"Y/n, You ??"

"Ryan... So what are you doing out here ??" He looked at you with a relaxed look.

"I was looking for food"

"Oh... so you've been surviving by yourself ??"

You nodded, putting your weapon away.

"Must be pretty lonely out here eh ??"

"A little yeah"

"How long have you been surviving out here by yourself ??"

"About a week now ??" You lost count of when the outbreak started, everything had gone so fast.

"Dang, you've got some guts kid, I'm about the same as you and it's been fucking hell"

"I guess, maybe stick with me ??"

"Hmm... Well... Yeah why not, I need someone to survive with anyways, especially with those damn zombies roaming the streets."

"Speaking of which, It's getting dark, they'll become more active and aggressive, we should find some shelter." You looked out the window, finding the sun setting.

"Yeah.. your right, You got any place in mind or should I take the lead ??" He looked at you.

You then pulled out a tourist map of LA pre-outbreak. "If we take this road up here and then continue on, we should be able to make it to Beverly hills."

"Why are we heading there ??"

"Because one, all the rich people have likely evacuated, and two the houses will be empty" You smirked and folded the map.

"You're right, so it's basically free shelter now, alright let's go !!"

The two began to walk out into the street, finding the road and now on their way to Beverly Hills. The two now getting to know each other.

"So your... a fire fighter ??" You looked at his uniform up and down before finding the helmet. On the front you noticed something a little different, trying not to laugh at it.

"Yeah.... Why ??" He looked at you confused, but really... Please don't say it, Please don't say it.

"Ok, first off, You're not a fire fighter, cause if you were your helmet should say the state dept, not the sexy dept" You began to snicker.

"What ?? W-wait how did you know that ??" He tries to hide the helmet and immediately turns a little red on his face.

"You're a male stripper ??" You tried not to laugh so loud.

He put his hand on the side of his face, hiding his embarrassment. "Well... yeah..."

You regained your composure again before being serious and playfully nudging him. "Hey, no judgment, serious" You smiled reassuringly.

He sighs "Ok... Fine you got me, I'm a stripper, And I was using the uniform to get onto that flight... But now I'm stuck here... I can't even deny that I do look attractive in it though" Making you both chuckle.

The two then eventually made it to Beverly Hills and found themselves in front of a mansion, Y/n then pulled out a bobby pin and began to pick the lock. "You must be really popular with the ladies"

"I mean... Yeah I am, I get paid good money just for dancing and stripping, it's a pretty embarrassing job, I have to admit" He shrugged.

"Why would it be embarrassing ??" You continued to pick the lock.

"I mean... I get paid to just take off my clothes and dance in front of strangers. People are bound to make fun of me since it's a pretty weird job" He paused for a brief second. "But you know... money is money"

"You gotta do what you gotta do"

"True that... I'm curious though... what was your occupation ??"

"Retail clerk" you shrugged

"Did you like your job ?? He looked at you "Because I used to work retail and it's the most annoying job ever... I don't miss it one bit !! Especially with those customers... They were brutal sometimes"

"Oh tell me about it !!, God specially those people who always are so perfect and everything had to be perfect for them" You grumbled

"Yeah... And especially out here in LA, Most of the people out here are rich and entitled. They just don't know how to act towards other people sometimes. And I had to work once during Black Friday. Worst day of my life" He shuddered

You managed to get the door unlocked "Got it"

"Dang, you're quick" They walked through the door. "So did you always live in LA or did you move out here ??"

"I was on vacation with my grandparents, Just before the outbreak..."

"Oh man... you got caught in the middle of this ?? That sucks..." He looked at you sympathetically before then looking around the house. "So now what ?? This place is fairly big, There's probably a lot of stuff inside"

"Yeah, Make this out little base or something" You smiled a little

"Yeah, that would be perfect... Although I hope no zombies have made their way in there already." He says as he walks around looking at the different rooms, he sees a stairway that went upstairs. "There's probably even more rooms upstairs" Motioning you to follow along.

The two then went upstairs, finding 5 more rooms, shit this place was really big. "Who freaking owns this house ??" You inspected one of the rooms and found a massive gaming setup and cameras too. "A streamer ??"

"Yeah... It seems like it too, Hell I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we use some of there their stuff" He smiled having a look.

"Big time, but we should check if the power is still operational" You stood up.

"Yeah, good call" The two then walked around the house to find the circuit breaker, Ryan then found more gaming consoles in the living room "Woah !! This guy is loaded !! look at this whole setup he has !! How much do you think he spent on this whole gaming thing ??"

"Focus on the power Ryan" You chuckled

He realized he got distracted as he heard you call out his name, he stopped admiring the set up and walked to your voice. "Huh ?? What'd you say ??"

"We're finding the power breaker" You snickered.

"Oh right right" He chuckles a little

The two continued to look around the massive house until finally finding the circuit breaker in the garage and switched it on, The house coming to life.

"Alright the power is on !!" Ryan clapped and rubbed his hands, he could hear the stuff beginning to run up the top. "Now that's figured out, we can go search the whole place for food and other stuff"

"Yeah we sho.. Oh hello there !!" You turned around and then found the owner's cars. "6 fucking cars !!"

Ryan then noticed and his eyes went wide. "Holy hell !!, Look how fancy they are !!"

"Lambo's, Mclaren's, you name it" You walked over and inspected one of the cars, You two picked the best freaking place to hide out.

Ryan admired his reflection quickly in the window "This guy must have been super rich... Or has a ton of debt"

But the happiness was short-lived, some of the noises from outside the house attracted the infected to the house door, You and Ryan heard all the familiar groans.

"Did you hear that ??" Ryan was immediately on high alert as were you.

"Yeah, Follow my lead" You pulled out your weapon and headed upstairs, Ryan closely following you. Once they reach the top, they can see at the entrance windows, the infected outside were banging on the door, trying desperately to get in.

"Something must've attracted them" You looked out.

"Yeah... Damn this isn't good"

You looked around and then saw a display weapon, Smirking. "I got an idea" You then went over and smashed the glass of the display weapon, flicking your thumb against the blade, yep super sharp. "Get the door would you ??"

"Thinking what I'm thinking ??" He then went to the door, readying himself with the handle. "On 3 ??"

"One... Two... Three !!"

Ryan then flung the door open and then swung at the first zombie he laid his eyes on. You do the same, the pure carnage ensues as the two of you start to get covered in blood and gunk. The innards of the infected spilled out onto the pavement as you hacked and slashed your way through them.

"Got a good swing on you bud !!" You said as you chopped a zombie's head in half.

"Thanks" He continued to swing though more of the infected. "You doin' alright ??"

"Managing !!"

The two continued to slash your way through the infected until there was none left, you breathed a sigh of relief for a little bit until you jumped, feeling a zombie's hand on your ankle. Ryan pushing you out of the way, stomping his boot on its head, smashing it open like a ripe watermelon.

After gathering himself for a bit, he turned to you and smiled. "I'm kinda impressed, where did you learn those skills ??"

"Video games" You nonchalantly said.

"That's it ??" He chuckled as you shrugged

"Guess you can learn a lot from video games then"

"Yeah... But now I need a shower" You flicked the blood off your hands.

"Yeah, That's probably a good idea"

So the two headed back inside and barricaded the door, heading for the first shower, Finding some of the owner's spare clothes, this would do for a while until you and Ryan could head back out and try and find something in your size. After you finished your shower, Ryan took his turn and came back out later, shirtless, letting you see his physique. "Wow the ladies reeeeeeaaaaaalllllyyyy love you" You chuckled.

"Yeah well, it's a part of the job, The ladies seem to have a thing for muscle" He bounced his pecs as a statement. "Maybe I could show you a few of my routines" He snickered before making you both lose it.

"You know Ryan, you're a good guy" You said now serious.

"Thanks, man... I appreciate it, you're a good person too, I haven't met anyone as nice as you since shit went south. I feel everyone out there is so... self-centred, but you're not, it's just nice seeing someone who's actually kind... If that makes sense" He chuckled

"Yeah, It's refreshing"

"Yeah, It's comforting... It helps knowing someone with you who won't judge you for what you do or stuff like that... It feels safe... I feel safe"

You smiled wide, raising a fist. "This is gonna be a good friendship, I know it"

"Yeah, I believe it too, this will definitely be good" He gladly returned a fist bump.

Whatever HELL-A throws at you both, you knew that you two would have each other's backs.

[itsscromp]

I love the HC you wrote about Laswell adopting a baby!! I can imagine her introducing them to the task force and being part of their little family❤️

Who do you think would win the title of favorite uncle? Lol

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it :D. I would love to think too when Laswell will introduce her child to the others. As for the favorite uncle... I would like to think that the 3 do fight it out over each other, but my brain is telling me either Johnny or simon.

[itsscromp]

A story for my friend @itsscromp while I finish up some other things for him as well.

For some context this does take place in a sort of siblings/childhood friends au.

Simon was willing to do some crazy things to cheer you up. And I mean, crazy. From tickle attacks to cuddles until his toes to numb and he's got a kink in his neck.

But today is a whole new ordeal. You'd come home from school, a bad day at school. Where you were attending didn't exactly treat you with any respect, and when you'd reported bullying several times you went unanswered.

Today you came home tired. Slinging off your backpack and heading for the couch. You looked pretty bummed, and Simon could tell, sipping his tea in the kitchen.

"You doing ok y/n??"

You shrugged, slumping and turning on the tv. "School..."

Simon could tell you were pretty upset. And it didn't look like you were in any mood for tickles. So he had to think up something different... And then the craziest idea hit him.

Well, worst case it didn't work and you thought he was insane. He put down his tea, and took off his shirt.

You noticed from the corner of your eye and looked over at him. "Simon... What are you doing??"

"Drinking my tea." Simon raises his cup and takes another swig, popping his pecs. For a moment you were confused, and then giggled a little.

Simon continued on, pumping his pecs and sitting down on the couch next to you. And then his eyes widened. "Oh shit- y/n-"

"What's wrong, Simon??" You asked through laughter.

"I can't stop! They're moving on their own!"

"Oh no!" He keeps going, watching you as your face starts to light up more. "Oh no, they're cursed!!" You laughed, watching him pump his pecs.

Simon feigned immense panic. "Who cursed my beautiful pecs!!?"

You were trying to breathe right, laughing. "I don't know!"

"What do I do?? I can't stop them!" Simon smirks, even though it was a tad humiliating. He would only ever do this for you. Oh the life of him.

"Put your hands on them??" You suggest, still laughing.

Simon tries it, but continues on. "No, no they're too bloody strong!"

"Then stop working out." You snorted.

Simon decides he's way in over his head and gasps. "I could never do that! I must keep them beautiful and strong!"

You fell off the couch, snorting loudly, making Simon chuckle. "You ok there??"

"You're funny." You laughed, wiping your tears from the ordeal.

"Me and my pecs." Simon pats them.

You snickered and sighed happily, lightly shaking your head. "Simon... You'll kill me."

"Hey, they hear what people say about them, y'know." You look up, wiping some tears and nodding. "Oh? And what are they saying now?"

Simon considered this, and then looked over at the table. "They say... There's only one piece of chicken left and it's mine!"

You gasped as Simon dashed over. "Hey!" He snatched it up, snickering and licking his lips. Devouring the piece.

You huffed softly. "Unfair."

"My pecs are always one step ahead y'know."

You rolled your eyes softly. "Like I said, unfair. Now I want cuddles." You reached out, Simon frowning.

He popped his pecs and turned slightly. "Hm.. should we?? I know.. I know, it could be dangerous... How long would we go without food or water?" He mumbled, still popping his pecs.

"That is very true..."

"Alright," Simon turned back to you. "We've universally agreed to your request."

"Good." You nodded and got up, heading to the couch. Simon quickly cleaned up and finished up the dishes before going to find you. He stood near you, "We are ready."

You eagerly opened your arms and Simon flopped down on top of you harshly, making you huff. "Hey buddy.." You patted his back.

"Thank you Simon, and Simon's pecs..." You huffed, smiling softly.

"We all say you're welcome." Simon mumbled, snuggling against your neck.

But you weren't alone. Price came down the stairs and saw you two snuggled up. Without a moment to waste he came around and scooped you two up.

You both huffed and grimaced as he squeezed you gently. "Dad..."

"Snuggles without me, huh?"

You and Simon were squished. You looked at Simon, hopeless. "Why didn't your pecs earn us of this!?"

"Well maybe they wanted this, ever consider that!?"

"I'll never understand..."

"No you won't, only I will. You hear??" He huffed softly. You snickered, content, even if you were being crushed.

But Simon always had a way to cheer you up. Through adulthood you and Simon never lost the relationship you'd always had.

Simon could tell when you were bummed out, he didn't always, or ever, know what it was about, but he knew it had to be something. He was a fixer, he had to fix this.

So when he saw you sadly sipping your drink in the kitchen, he moved. He yawned, taking his shirt off.

"Simon?" You looked over at him confused. Simon stretched, "Ah sorry, I've just been hearing voices. Y'know, I think they're acting up."

He moved his pecs, his eyes going slightly wide. "What?? Y/n's been feeling sad?? Whaaaaat? Noo..."

You snickered a little. "They're back?"

Simon patted his stomach and nodded. "Yeah, they've been whispering things to me. We've been having midnight talks." He whispered.

You snorted. "What are you saying??" You laughed.

"They are saying... Y/n looks really good today, and they're proud of how well you're doing." He nodded firmly.

"They would like to give a motivational speech but... They don't have mouths."

"Well I'll take that as a compliment??" You laughed more, smiling as even now he could cheer you up with little effort. It's part of his charm really.

"They said you're very welcome." Simon smiled, and you smiled back.

"You always know how to cheer me up Simon."

Simon grabbed his shirt again. "Hey, as soon as you came around and became our problem, that became one of my job titles." He ruffled your hair.

Oh, your brother. What a silly man on the inside.

[itsscromp]

Laswell and her wife adopting y/n as a baby! 🍼 can you do it gender neutral?? Thank you! 😚

My family

Awwww thank you for this, they will be the best moms ever !!!

Kate and her S/O have always talked about raising a family together, having a little on of their own.

But previous experiences had made it almost a bit impossible, so they looked into adopting.

It was there they met you…. A newborn baby not even a month old.

“They were dropped at the doorstep…. Poor baby” the adoption worker frowned.

This made both there hearts sadden, this poor child, they needed to take care of it !!!!

So they filled out the paper work, soon donning the name “y/n laswell”

Oh they loved you so so much, they got all the clothes and toys you could ever ask for.

And they melted everytime they saw you smile.

“Happy, happy !!!” Kate played with you as you shrieked and giggled.

The best thing of all, they loved to cuddle with you.

When you had your warm milk, they tucked you in the middle of the bed as the two climbed in on each side, cooing and coddling you.

They all watched you grow up to become the best version of yourself, you wanted to be like your moms and serve the country.

Joining in the ranks, you made your way up the ladder and got into 141.

“Oh my baby…. We’re so so proud of you” Kate smiled and had happy tears in her eyes, like it was only yesterday when they took you in.

“I love you mom, thank you” you smiled.

[itsscromp]

Hi! Can I request a Farah Karim imagine where she is a sisterly figure to reader and reader knows how much she wants revenge against Barkov, and so goes with her on the plane to kill him; but reader gets wounded protecting Farah (as they value her life above their own) and while Farah kills Barkov, she ends up really worried about reader and is shocked when reader says that they don’t value themselves?

Loyalty to the cause

Happy Easter to all 😊😊😊

When you first joined her freedom fighters, you were as loyal as they could come.

Farah really liked your enthusiasm, you were always ready to fight for what’s right.

Over time, you started to see her as a bit of a sister.

That was when Farah realised that you started to become a bit too loyal.

You were starting to throw yourself into more dangerous situations, always in the line of fire.

But then barkov came around…. That was when the cracks started to show.

You didn’t value your life as much, you thought farah’s was just as important as yours, hence why you’ve been throwing yourself deeper, to protect her.

When you were on that plan with her, barkov soon seeing her and about to shoot her, you swung in, taking the bullet for her.

Farah immediately lunged at him, fighting till his very last breath.

Soon the anger switched to worry when she saw you. Laying there bleeding out.

“Y/n…. Why would you do that ??” She asked worryingly, trying to stop the bleeding.

You coughed “your…… your more important Farah….. not me”

“Y/n…. Don’t say that”

“My life is nothing…. You need to keep going…..”

She looked at you sadly, gently taking your hand “A commander is nothing without her troops”

In that moment, you realised, Farah is nothing without you, without her freedom fighters….

It’ll take a while to get out of that mindset, but you knew you’ll have her by your side

[itsscromp]

Hola, señorita bonita

Alrighty, Now onto some Alejandro. Need to write more of him in general. Warnings: PG-13 content and suggestive themes. Google translated spanish. Word count:1.5K

It was Alejandro's wife Daniela's birthday this weekend. He has been so busy with work that he decided to treat her with a getaway to the beach house of which where they first met.

Before he went and told her the amazing news, He went out and did some shopping. Looking for... "Presents". Afterwards, he went home, seeing Daniela peacefully reading her book on the balcony. "Hola mi amor" He smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Alejandro" She smiled and gently placed her book down, leaning up to kiss him. "How was your day ??"

"Nothing special, But it will be when I tell you this..." He smirked mischievously.

"Oh ??" She sat up giving him her undivided attention. He then gently kneeled down and smiled, taking her hand gently in his and squeezing it.

"I booked us a trip to the beach house where we first met..." She gasped, Smiling wide. "Oh Alejandro !!" She lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I love you so so much my love, happy birthday" He pressed a kiss behind her head.

Soon the two began to pack, Alejandro packed his "Presents" Oh she was going to love this so damn much.

They began the drive and her knee was bouncing in excitement, He noticed and smiled.

"I can't wait to spend some time with you, We've been so so busy it just feels unreal" He shook his head lightly.

"Neither can I" She smiled mischievously and leans over the console to hold his bicep.

He chuckled and flexed it lightly. "Save it for the cabin amor" He winked.

She bit her lip and sat back in her seat, smiling. She'll try, for now, She'll try.

After about an hour and a half of driving, they both soon arrived. It was just as beautiful as the first time they were here. "It's like it's been untouched" He smiled as he hopped out and stretched. Seeing her hop out, he gently went over, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing a kiss on her head, rubbing her waist gently.

She smiled and leaned towards him. "Just the two of us" "Yeah... Just the two of us."

The two then entered inside, deciding to soon change into their swim gear and heading out the back to the beach. Heading out into the warm water and the bright sun, Alejandro dived into the water, followed by Daniela. He mischievously soon swam up behind her and scooped her up. "Ready amor ??"

"Alejandro, what are you doing ??" She giggled as he readied himself, soon tossing her, laughing as she fell into the water and rose. She happily got him back by tackling him to the ground. she laid on top of him as she gently caressed his cheek. Looking at him with all the love in the world as did he.

The fun continued into the evening as Alejandro cooked up her most favourite dish in the whole world, and poured her favourite glass of wine. "Here you are my beautiful" He pressed a kiss on her lips, placing the plate and glass in front of her. "This looks delicious amor" Kissing him back, she happily ate as the two just stayed there in the loving silence, the silence saying a thousand words for them. They loved each other, till the day they died.

But then, when she went off to a shower, it was then time for Alejandro's plan to kick in. When she opened the door, she looked at the floor and saw rose petals. Leading out to the living room. She snickered and happily followed it, She saw candles lit up and slow music playing, and soon seeing the sight of Alejandro, laying down on the couch, shirtless, wearing braces with a rose in his mouth.

"Al..." she smiled and slowly sauntered over to him, sitting on his lap.

“hola señorita bonita” (hello miss pretty) he took the rose out of his mouth “tu presente esta aqui" (Your present is here)

She giggled and leaned her head on the couch, it was the Spanish for her man. She melted, she literally fucking melted. Oh Alejandro Vargas you, respectfully, will be getting no sleep tonight.

"Alejandro... Eché de menos verte actuar tan sexy." (I miss getting to see you act so sexy) She took the rose, smiling softly.

He chuckled and looked up at her. Hay mucho más sensualidad por venir” (there’s a lot more sexiness to come) leaning up and kissing her.

She kissed him back, gripping his shoulders. Alejandro smirked further and smacked her butt teasingly. She gave him a playfully dangerous look. Reaching to squeeze his pecs.

"Estás jugando con fuego mi amor." (You're playing with fire my love) Her hands slowly creeping.

He gently grabbed her wrists. “ahora ahora” (now now) “tu recompensa vendrá” (your reward will come) He whispered, moving off the couch and settling her in, kissing her before standing back. He then slowly took the braces off his shoulders.

“¿Estás listo para ver los mejores músculos de tu vida?” (are you ready to see the best muscles in your life ??) he smirked and gave his signature Alejandro wink.

She looked up at him, her cheeks going deeper red, remaining perfectly in place. "Sí, por favor..." (Yes, please)

And then, He tore his pants off, It was one of those tear-away pants, now standing in his sexy underwear. The heat rose in Daniela, oh... oh!!!!

“¿Ahora por dónde empezamos, bíceps o abdominales?” (Now where shall we start, biceps or abs ??) he rubbed his hands.

She tried not to drool and he hadn't even started doing anything yet, That's how much damn rizz he has on her right now. Whatever he did, she wouldn't complain.

“¿Qué tal los abdominales?” (How about the abs ??) he smirked and raised his arms behind his head, making his abs more defined and pop out. A full damn 8 pack !!

She went deep red, act normal, act normal, absolutely staring, She was melting into the couch.

He then moved onto his biceps, raising his arms and flexing hard, they were some fucking big guns !! “te gusta lo que ves ??” (You like what you see ??) He smirked.

*She shuddered, nodding*"Siempre lo hago, sabes que me gusta lo que esos músculos pueden hacer" (I always do, you know I like what those muscles can do) Her voice slightly broke.

“Luego deleita tus ojos con las nalgas de tus sueños.” (Then feast your eyes on the buttocks of your dreams) he turned around and flexed his butt hard. Looking behind and smirking at her.

She started to drool, staring without the utmost care. He started to flex each cheek individually, this was one of her favourites. “¿Te parece esto sexy?” (Do you find this sexy ??)

Her face was full-on hot and red. "I... I think you should... keep going" She couldn't stop smiling.

“No estaba planeando parar” (wasn’t planning on stopping) He smirked and then gave it one last wiggle and flex, turning back around. “Ahora quiero toda tu atención para esto” (now I want your full attention for this)

She shifted, getting comfy and giving him all her full attention as if he didn't have it before.

He then flashed his signature smile, soon beginning to pop his pecs, her most favourite flex. “Ellos estan bailando solo para ti” (they’re dancing, just for you)

She shifted again, ears impossibly red, cheeks flushed deeply. "Oh, mierda..." (Oh fuck)

He tilted his head with a smirk. “¿Alguien se está poniendo un poco nervioso?” (Is somebody getting flustered ??)

She bit her lip, giggling to herself. "Sabes lo que me haces.." (you know what you do to me..)

He then smirked and stood straight. “prepárate” (get ready) he then began to pop his pecs at lightning speed. "¡Oh, sí, estos son unos malditos pectorales!" (Oh yeah, these are some fucking pecs!) He looked at his pecs and then back at her.

Daniela Vargas was not home, she couldn't compute. She's been fried big big time.

“Míralos” (look at them) He continued to pop his pecs at fast speeds, he was working on this for a while to impress her. The rizz on this man right now.

She lifts her eyes, trying to keep her gaze on him, feeling her heart pounding desperately in her chest. Melting fully into the couch. "Oh sweet dear..." She fanned herself.

His work was done. He stopped flexing and stood straight. "You may now have your reward" He winked.

She smiled excitedly, jumping off the couch and rushing to him, touching his muscles all over. practically groping them, But she was allowed to do that because he says so !!.

"Was it worth the wait ??" He teased.

"So so worth it, Now shut your pretty mouth" She smiled, going to town, Muscle heaven on the destination !!!

He smiled, letting have her reward. This never failed at any time. He knew his muscles were her favourite, especially his butt and pecs. it was all worth it to see that smile on her face. Yep, those two were not getting any sleep tonight respectfully.

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[itsscromp]

I can’t get this idea out of my mind !!! Y/n and Simon who are childhood friends but unfortunately seperated because of him going into the SAS, but never forgetting each other, one day when he’s back home he sees all the families tapping them out and then he sees y/n after a long time and they tap him out 😭😭😭😭😭

Ah yes, I remember this idea and I still love it so much. @itsscromp Dividers are also from @cafekitsune. Childhood friends y/n x Simon | Platonic.

Always find your side.

Warning: Not beta read, slight blimp of violence, mention of abuse.

You and Simon have been friends for years. Simon lived a quiet life, he was a shy kid. He wasn't tall, he was skinny and he was a bullies dream target. He wasn't much when he was a kid which made school as much of a hell as home was.

He was starting a new year, heading back to the same school that he'd been attending since pre-school.

Tommy parked the car and grinned and ruffled Simon's hair. "Get out. If you get into trouble, you're Dad's problem."

"I know..." *Simon mumbled and got out and grabbed his backpack. Tommy pulled away from the curb and left Simon to head inside. Slowly dragging his feet up the stairs, tugging his hoodie up.

Kids talked along the stairs, girls giggled and the high school equivalent of "couples" roamed around.

He slipped under the radar, slipping through the big glass doors of the school and looking around the halls. He saw old faces from last year and kids in his grade. He didn't ever talk to them and kept moving.

Pulling his hood back into place again as he searched for his locker. He quickly moved toward the locker where the janitor must have removed the ink on it.

He sighed and went for his lock and code when an arm wrapped around his neck. He grimaced and grabbed on as he was tugged back. "Hey little Ryry. Long time no see."

He squirmed and kicked, but his bully had always been bigger and fuller than him. "Let.. go-"

The bully grinned and tugged Simon back and up, gripping the side of his face with the hand he kept him in a headlock with.

"I just missed you, no need to go so fast." He tugged down Simon's hoodie. Simon grimaced and chewed the inside of his cheek, remembering Tommy's words.

The halls filled and kids barely paid attention. Most know to just keep walking and move on. The bully licked his finger, spitting on the fat finger and wiggling it toward Simon's ear.

Simon squirmed and grimaced. "Get away from me-"

The bully chuckled and slid his finger into Simon's ear, twisting it around and shoving it as hard inside as he could. Simon grabbed his wrist, squeezing and trying to push him away.

"Hey!" The bully looked across the hall as someone stepped forward from a group of kids and stood in front of the two.

"That's gross mate, let him go." You said firmly and gripped your backpack.

The bully huffed. "Newbie getting cocky?? You know what we do to newbies?? Don't we, Ryry."

"I said, let him go." You armed your book bag and gripped it tight. The bully scoffed. He took his finger from Simon's ear and shoved him. Simon gasped, stumbling and tripping on his shoelaces, smacking against the ground.

The bully snickered and walked off, leaving you to help the boy. "Hey, you ok?" You bent down and reached out for him. Simon grimaced and sat up, quickly doing up his shoes.

"I'm fine..." He dusted himself off. "You're new around here.."

"Yeah, I moved here a couple months ago. What grade are you in??"

"Ten..." He fixed his sleeves and hoodie.

"Cool, I'm Y/n!" You smiled and held out your hand.

Simon blinked and looked at your hand. "Simon..." He didn't shake your hand or anything.

"Well, stay safe, I'll see you around Simon." The bell rang and you quickly rushed off to find your classes. Simon tried not to think about you throughout his classes. His bully watching him, boring holes into his skull.

Until he reached PhysEd he didn't see you. He walked into the locker room and put on his gym outfit, walking out into the room seeing the kids running warmup laps.

He scratched at his scrawny arms, tucking his forearms against his side's. He didn't like wearing so little.

"Simon! Get in the run! Come on!" His teacher called, motioning widely for him to get in.

He groaned and trotted up, joining the circle. You noticed his head of fluffy short hair and rushed to run at his side. "Simon!" You smiled.

"I guess we share a class together!"

Simon looked at you, somewhat surprised. "Hello?" He raised an eyebrow.

You snickered. "At least you aren't alone now."

He hummed, and went back to his run. Throughout PhysEd you didn't leave him alone. You were the new kid and he was the outcast. That's how it sort of pieced together. The two of you hanging out all day as much as you could.

You sat together at lunch. Even though Simon was very shut down, you didn't push him. A part of you told you, you had to be gentle with him.

But you worked for it. Throughout the next three years you came to be friends with Simon. Your main time to spend together came from school and breaks, as Simon had a curfew of 4:45 to be home and no later. You'd already seen him near a panic attack at having to rush home.

You briefly saw his older brother pick him up once. But from what you could sense, his family wasn't in a good situation.

You walked up to Simon's locker, smiling when you saw him. "Hey Simon!"

Simon kept his head down, scuffing his feet. "Y/n..."

"Hey, you ok?" You tilted your head and checked on him.

Simon shoved his hands in his pockets, hiding his face away from you. You frowned softly, reaching out for his hand. You saw the bruises on his knuckles and fingers. The black and blue up his wrists and under his sleeves.

"Simon, show me your face."

"M'no..."

"Simon," You said softly, slowly reaching for his hood and pulling the side back. You saw the bruises speckling all up his cheek and around his eyebrow and cheekbone.

"Simon... We should get you to the nurse."

"No. You can't..."

"Simon, you're hurt."

He pushed your hand away but you had none of it. You gently took his hand and hugged him. "You can trust me..." You whispered and squeezed him gently.

Simon hesitated before leaning into you. His body is tired and wanting to rest. You slowly rocked him. "If you skip PhsyEd we can do homework in the classroom together instead..."

"Yeah?"

"Of course."

He nodded against your shoulder and hid his face. And you held him as long as he needed, damn to the school bell.

You and Simon had now gotten to your final year of school. You were excited. Both of you would be able to get out and finally try and figure yourselves out.

And then 9/11 happened. Just as the new school year started. That rocked the both of you when you heard it. The school day had stopped as the news played over the tv and radio.

Simon got quieter again after that. You didn't connect the dots at first from the incident, but Simon kept his head down and stayed away from you.

He had been spending more of his time at a part time job after school as well. You two were close, but something was off about Simon. You two were quietly eating lunch, Simon staring down at his barely touched meal.

"Something is bugging you??" You asked. Finally catch him in a moment to talk.

He looked up at you. He shrugged a little and picked at his food some more.

"Simon... What's going on in your head??" You grew concerned. You didn't know what it was but part of you was afraid it was something you wouldn't be able to stop if you didn't ask.

Silence followed for a bit. You were about to ask again when Simon finally spoke. "I'm leaving..."

"Leaving??" You frowned. "Where are you going??" Was he going to run away? Vacation? Moving...??

Simon sighed softly. "I signed up for bootcamp..."

You blinked, surprised to hear that. "What?? Bootcamp??" You put your plate down. "When are you leaving?"

"Soon... A couple months.." He kept his gaze down.

"Simon, why didn't you tell me this?? Is this why you are trying to avoid me?"

"I just... Didn't want you to miss me. So I thought maybe if I avoided you a little more you'd forget about me."

You laughed softly. "Simon, why would I forget you?? You're my best friend. I will never forget you."

Simon was quiet. You both sat at the table quietly. "So, you really want to do this, don't you?"

"I do."

You nodded. You couldn't help being worried for Simon. He had been working on bulking up a little bit, and he was a strong witted character. But you worried as a friend. What if he got shot, injured, or killed? You couldn't bear to lose him.

"Ok, then I support that decision. Are you going because you want to serve, or get away from... Him?" You leaned closer and reached out for his hand.

"Both... But I want to serve."

Simon wanted to serve. After 9/11 it pushed him over the edge of a decision and he signed up. He was old enough to scrape into bootcamp.

When Simon packed up and got ready to leave, you texted him to meet up. Before he left you met him. It was a cold, rainy day, but you didn't mind trudging out through the puddles and dark clouds to find Simon.

He had his bags and umbrella, standing at the corner of the road. You fixed your rain coat and quickly rushed across the road.

"Simon!"

Simon waved at you. "Hey."

"Hey! Sorry, I'm wet, can I hug you??"

He nodded, and you eagerly hugged him tightly. Simon wrapped an arm around you, "Stay safe."

"You too, don't die, and stay up to date! I want to hear about all of it!" You smiled up at him.

Simon nodded as the bus showed up. He picked up his bags and started down the sidewalk.

"Wait, Simon!"

He paused and turned back to you.

"Just, call me! I want you to text me as soon as bootcamp is over!"

Simon pursed his lips and nodded. You watched him get on the bus, rain pouring down on you. You stayed there and waved as the bus left.

"Goodbye!!" You waved.

Simon and you did talk. After he got through bootcamp and was accepted he could talk to you a lot more. He would text and email when he could. But slowly, as Simon ranked up the texts started to slow.

You also moved on with your life. Getting a sturdy job and trying to build your life. But you never forgot each other.

Simon still remembered you, but he didn't know if you remembered him.

You remembered him every day when you did your work. When you saw military signs you thought fondly of Simon. You sent him email after email over the course of two years.

And he never responded. His office was collecting dust and his computer shoved in a cardboard box. Emails piling up over the years he was missing.

You eventually gave up, unsure if he was just busy or didn't care to talk anymore.

Vernon walked over. He grinned and kicked Simon in the stomach. "Wakey wakey, Riley~"

Simon choked. His chains rattled and his wrists chaff. He looked up at him, blood leaking down his mouth. He laid his head in the ground, his wrists squeezing behind his back.

"Come on, Riley. Give us a bark." Vernon taunted. He stepped on Simon's head, digging his heel in. Simon grits, biting into his gag. Blood leaked into his eye and he squeezed his eyes shut.

He thought of you. That's one of the things that kept him going. It kept him from breaking. It kept him going.

Vernon's taunting words were static ringing in his ears as he remembered you.

He never forgot you. Even when he lost his family. He had nothing left. He couldn't confide in anyone. He couldn't trust anyone. He felt completely alone.

He stared down at his phone and rubbed his face. He hadn't emailed you in over four years. He didn't even know if you remembered him. He wouldn't blame you if you'd have forgotten such an insignificant boy in your life.

"Hey, don't know if you remember me. There's a ceremony happening back home. Don't know if you want to come down, you don't have to."

He stared at the email. He groaned and sent it, feeling his heart practically twist up in his chest.

He didn't get any reply back in the days leading up, so he assumed you'd forgotten or deleted it. He wouldn't have blamed you if it went to spam.

He dressed up in his uniform and fixed his collar, taking a deep breath. Back home, the soldiers lined up, ready for the usual ceremony and happy reuniting of families.

They all sat or stood around the area. He couldn't spot you from his view. He didn't expect you to come. He was foolish.

He stood there firmly as the general and captain spoke. The ceremony lasted a bit, but his feet were used to the pain.

Eventually families were allowed out. Children shrieked and ran to their fathers. Sisters and brothers ran to their siblings and hugged them tightly. Wives and husbands immediately went to tap out their lovers.

Simon continued to look ahead, hands firm at his sides.

He mate next to him hugged his little brother and walked off. People slowly flooded away and soldiers spared thin. Simon had no family, he had no friends, he had no one who could tap him out.

He'd once again stand around until the captain could tap him out at the end. He was waiting for chairs to empty and families to leave. Waiting for the area went quiet as people packed up and they cleaned.

The general would talk for a bit and the captain would come over. They'd thank him for his duty and finally tap him out so he could wander.

As people walked away, you picked up your bag and wandered through the people. "Excuse me. Sorry, sorry. I'm just gonna sneak through here." You said as you wormed past people.

You walked into the concrete and looked around, spotting him. One of the last men standing there firmly.

You smiled and walked in front of him. Wow, he had changed so much. Shaved his head, taller, much stronger. Scars all over his body from what you could see showing under the uniform.

Simon spotted you, keeping his face still. Wow, you have changed. Was that you?? It was. It really is...

You took a deep breath and kept still. You stood in front of him. "Hey Simon." You tapped his chest.

Simon relaxed his joints slightly. And without hesitation you rushed into his arms. Simon smiled, squeezing you tightly.

"I missed you..." You whispered, squeezing his uniform. "I missed you so much."

Simon squeezed you back and hid against you. You smiled warmly, and slowly rubbed his back. "I got your email." You whisper.

"Thought you'd forgotten about me..." He mumbled against your shoulder.

"Simon... I told you I'd never forget about you. Not my best friend."

His heart swelled and he smiled against your shoulder. He squeezed you and then put you down gently.

You wiped a few tears and looked up at him. "It's so good to see you buddy. You look good."

"I look like shit... Couldn't sleep on my flight..."

"Oh hush, you look good!" You gently patted his arm. "Come on, let's get something to eat." You took his hand and led him away.

Simon blinked, surprised. "What??"

"Come on, you're hungry aren't you??"

Simon hesitated and then nodded. Yeah, actually, he was hungry. Now that you mention it.

"Well, there's Five Guys not far from here." You chime and smile.

Simon finally chuckled and smiled, squeezing your hand and rushing to follow. "You really didn't forget..."

"I'd never forget buddy, I love you, y'know."

Simon's lip wobbled. You were truly the best. Just... The best.

"Yeah..." He rubbed your knuckle. "I love you too.."

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You're such a tease

Alright, lets start of this experiment with Johnny and Bridget. Warnings: PG-13 content and slightly suggestive themes. Word count:2K

Johnny had gotten some time off from work, How was he going to spend it you may ask, Why treat his lovely amazing wife to a getaway up in the mountains. Nice and quiet, only the two of them. He knocked on the bedroom door with an envelope behind his back.

"Hey my Lennan" He smiled (sweetheart)

"Johnny" She smiled up from her task when she saw him. She missed him for many months, so it was good for him to be home.

"I got us a surprise" He smiled mischievously.

"Oh, What do you have planned ??" She perked up.

"Close your eyes" He smiled.

She raised an eyebrow but then covered her eyes with her hands. "Ok..."

He then pulled out the envelope. "Ok you can open them"

She looked down and saw it, Happily taking the envelope, opening and pulling out the contents, Inside revealed an Airbnb booking confirmation.

Her bottom lip wobbled as she looked up at him in glee. "Really ??"

"Really" He nodded.

She smiled even more and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I love you so much"

"I love you too lass" He smiled and pressed a kiss on her head.

She couldn't wait, she soon began to pack, finding her... pretty set of underwear she recently bought for just an occasion like this, she knew Johnny would get flustered over it.

Soon they were both packed and off they went. "It's been too long, I can't wait to spend a week with just you my love" He smiled, looking at her briefly before back at the road.

"Me too Johnny, I really missed you so much" She smiled and looked at him, reaching over and giving his forearm a gentle, lovingly squeeze.

The two shared a nice conversation as the car made it's way up the mountains, Soon after the slight twists and turns, they finally made it.

"Oh my gosh... Johnny it's beautiful" Bridget smiled.

"As beautiful as you" He smiled and kissed her.

"You go find the keys, I'll go see if i can get the power and hot water started ok ??"

"Ok" The two then hopped out of the car and Johnny went behind the cabin to find the circuit board. Bridget then followed the instructions and found the key under a fake rock. She entered inside and took in her surroundings, The place was just so beautiful.

Johnny managed to get the power running and the hot water boiling, entering inside and wrapping his arms around her from behind. "How are you liking it ??"

"It's very rustic looking" She smiled and looked behind her, Swaying side to side softly.

"I love you so much..." Johnny smiled and leant in, Kissing her deeply and passionately.

Bridget could not imagine being with anyone else bar her husband. She couldn't have dreamed of anything better. "I love you too."

The two for the first couple of days just relaxed in each other's company, reading books to each other, playing board games with each other, cherishing every single moment. But one day, Bridget was feeling a little flirtatious, she hadn't seen her loving husband for so long. So when she woke up and saw him sleeping, she went off to the shower, got her pretty set of underwear and took a quick shower.

Johnny woke up to the sounds of the water turning off and smiled tiredly seeing the light under the door. But when Bridget opened the door, He completely woke up fully, seeing her in her underwear. "Lennan..." His ears were turning bright pink.

She dried her hair and let it lay where it wanted. "Good morning Johnny" She smiled, acting oblivious on purpose.

Johnny was trying to compute at this point, But his face was heating up. "New... Ne... New underwear ??" Was all he could manage to get out.

"Oh, you noticed, yeah! Do you like it ??" She took the opportunity to give him a little spin, showing him all of it.

"Where did you get it ??..."

But she wasn't spilling the tea. "You don't need to know that" She smirked, walking over to the bed, swaying her hips each step.

"Well... Wherever you got them... You should go there more often." His face was now officially bright pink. "Is... Is it getting hot in here ??" He fanned his shirt a little.

"I have no idea what you mean" She smiled and leaned over, crawling into the bed and sitting on his lap.

Johnny wrapped his arms around her waist as they cuddled up. Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare he thought to himself.

She bats her eyelashes slowly at him. Even if he isn't doing great at eye contact at the moment. He looked up at her. "You... You look beautiful" He tried to cover up.

She smiled, That little devilish smile she gets. "Thank you John"

He then smirked and lowered his hand, smacking her lightly and lovingly on her butt. "Sorry, My hand slipped"

She jumped lightly and softly shrieked, Giggling and leaning down, tilting his head and kissing him. "Sure it did"

The two shared a deep passionate kiss for a little while before going on their day, Bridget staying in her underwear. If she could tease Johnny, then so can he. So late in the afternoon, he noticed the place "Needed firewood" So he went outside and took his shirt off, readying the axe and chopping wood.

Bridget knew he'd been out there for a bit, so she made some coffee and headed to the back porch. And the sight she was blessed with. Johnny with the axe, shirtless, sweaty, and with a determined face. She immediately went to place the cups down as her arms were now turning into Jell-O.

Johnny looked up and saw her. "Hey, Lennan" Smiling and waving. She could not get one word out, a stumbling mess that she was. "You ok there ??" He tried not to smirk, placing the axe down and walking to the porch.

"I... ahh..." She went completely blob

He pressed a kiss on her cheek and wiped his forehead. "Worked up a sweat there" He definitely did not flex his bicep as he did.

She was now completely red, Looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat. "Uh... Hu.." She vaguely pointed to the coffee she brought out. "Oh thank you" He smiled and went to take a sip.

"You sure your ok ?? You look a bit flustered" Still trying not to smirk.

"I'm ok... I'm actually... perfect..." She finally got out.

"Good, I'll bring in the firewood and take a shower" He smiled. Bridget was on muscle cloud 9. That was her husband !!!

So Johnny went and took a shower, but he wasn't done there. Like Bridget, He too walked out of the bathroom, only in his underwear. when Bridget saw him walk out. She was ready to melt, But she powered through it. "Ok come here you !!" He chuckled and went over to her.

She touched his chest, running her hands up his pecs and around his neck. "You're such a tease, You know that"

He chuckled "I have my moments, and only for you my love" He smiled.

She giggled and started to kiss his collarbone. Not wanting to leave the glorious sight in front of her.

"Question though" He smirked a little. "I just bought this underwear recently, Do they make my butt look good ??"

She looked up at him and blushed, taking a chance and looked down behind him. If she shared her thoughts she'd probably be sent to a certain internet jail.

"It looks... really good... Yeah"

He chuckled and flexed his butt a couple times. "I remember a few times I caught you staring"

"Hey, I..." She went even more red and reached out to smack it. "I have every right"

He chuckled again and let her, He knew what he was doing. She giggled and leant forward, deciding to full on grab his butt. "Nowhere to go now" she smirked at him.

"That you have" He smiled softly and gently reached up, cupping the cheeks of her face. "Your so beautiful" he whispered. She smiled softly at him, it meant the world to her every time he said that. "And your the most handsomest"

He gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, looking at her with so much love and wonder for her. "I wish we could stay here forever, not worry about anything." She leant into his touch, gently cupping his hands with her own. "I love you..."

"I love you too..."

The two shared a deep and passionate kiss, wanting nothing more than to not go anywhere. Johnny then smirked, an idea popping into his mind. "How about I put on... a show for you"

She blushed and giggled lightly "John...."

"What... You know you want it" He smirked, well knowing her answer.

"Oh when I get my hands on you" She smirked.

He then lifted her up like a princess and moved to the couch, gently sitting her down and standing back. "Be prepared for Scotland's pure glory" He started with his biceps, raising his arms and flexing hard, snake-like veins popping out.

She squirmed a little, blushing deeply.

He smirked and then turned around, His back facing her as he flexed his back a bit before moving to his butt.

She covered her face, Peeking in between her fingers.

He looked behind and smirked. "What, see something you like ??" He winked and began to flex each cheek individually.

She bit her lip and giggled a little, now she was the one who thought it was getting hot in here.

He gave his butt one last wiggle and flex before turning back to face her, flexing his abs and pointing a finger at each of them. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Full abs" He was super proud of it.

"What a hunk you are..." He voice broke slightly.

"The best hunk in all of Scotland ??" He smirked.

"The best hunk I've ever had the pleasure of looking at"

"Then feast your eyes on this" He held his hands behind his back, soon popping his pecs, Her favourite. "Boom boom boom boom" He said as he popped them.

Oh, she liked that, She really liked that, She was starting to fan herself. "Just... Keep doing your thing"

That I will, I picked up a trick along the way, Wanna see ??" He smirked.

She nodded her head vigorously "Go for it..."

He began to pop his pecs so fast it was like they were shaking rather than popping, that's how fast they were going. "Oh yeah" He looked at her and smirked.

She blinked, Oh... Oh, John... John... John what have you awakened inside her ?? She blushed so deeply, she was like a tomato.

"You like that huh ??" He smirked.

She nodded vigorously !!!

He chuckled, slowing down the speed before popping them normally again. "Boom boom boom !!"

She giggled softly and blushed deeper, ready to melt into the couch and pass away. It was too much and yet not enough.

He then stopped and walked up to her, smiling. "How would you rate that ??"

John.... that was a 100000/10 !!!

She blinked, trying to speak "Yep... I married the sexiest hunk..." she hid her face as he sat down next to her. It was always the pecs for her. "You always know what I like" She finally reached her hands out and rubbed them.

"I've been married to you for too long, I know everything" He smirked.

I still remember the day you first showed me it on one of our dates" She giggled and hid her face, remembering it all.

"That I do too" He smirked further.

"I couldn't stop giggling and blushing, my god !!"

"I couldn't get you off me either" He snickered.

"It's not my fault your sexy !!" She lovingly huffed "I called you Dwayne Johnson"

"I'm better then him" He leaned over and kissed her. "So, so much better and I've got you"

She giggled. "That you have" She then looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Pop them a bit more ??" It's been too long for her ok !!??

He smiled, happily obliging and sitting up, popping his pecs again. She could watch them all day, that's how sexy her husband is. It was good to have him back.

Taglist: @callofdudes

A/N: Did you guys enjoy it ?? Was there anything that could be improved on ?? Let me know in the comments.

[itsscromp]

So it’s come to my attention that I have not created lore for the s/o’s for this experiment. So here you will find a draft on who they are, what they look like and what their family dynamics were like. Once again co cred to @callofdudes

Bridget mactavish: hazel eyes, straight brunette hair. Raised as an only child to loving parents.

Rebecca Price: blonde hair, brown eyes. Had a rocky past with her dad as when she and price dated in there teens, but they’re back on good terms.

Daniela Vargas: greenish eyes, red slightly curly hair. Has a sister where there is slight tension between the two.

Isabella Parra: rouge hair, brown eyes same as Rudy. Raised by a single dad who worked 2 jobs in order to provide for her and her 2 brothers.

Aurora: short pixie cut hair, heterochromic eyes, one blue one brown. A younger sibling of 3 to one brother and sister.

Dylan Garrick: black hair, blue eyes, slim build. Has a rough relationship with his parents since coming out to them.

Hope you find this information useful 😄😄so request away ps: expect a story soon 👀

[itsscromp]

Send this garlic bread 🥖🧈🧄 to the five nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart

Ok random question... Of all the cod characters, who do you think doesn't like garlic bread? I hope no one bc otherwise we're gonna have a problem here 😂 #garlicbreadsupremacy

*nom nom* yum thank you 😄😄

Hmmmm I would love to say either gaz or Simon 🤣🤣🤣

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So, I want to kinda conduct something. I want to do a little experiment, I want to try and do romance requests for the cod characters. But before people go crazy, I am laying ground rules. You will find below:

Just because I said go, doesn’t mean you get free reign. Smut is 100% a no no in my books. So no smut requests please.

The range I’m comfortable with is PG-13 content, so for example: clothes go down to they’re underwear, that’s it. Slight suggestive themes.

I will only do character x character, never reader. And I won’t do Simon and y/n request, personal headcanon, I headcanon Simon as aroace.

The characters I will do, co credit to @callofdudes

Kyle gaz Garrick x Dylan

John soap mactavish x Bridget

John price x Rebecca price

Alejandro Vargas x Daniela Vargas.

Rodolfo Parra x Isabella Parra

König x Aurora.

So feel free to request according to the rules 😄😄

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Excuse me, may i pls have the 141's fave food?? Are they good cooks? Do they prefer savoury/sweet/spicy food? Feel free to expand or add other characters :D thanks!

141’s favourite food headcanons

Simon ghost Riley

Man’s cannot live without his cup of Yorkshire tea.

It’s his first thing he goes for whenever he wakes up.

As for food, he isn’t too big on spicy things, don’t ever say that you saw him crying after trying a hot Cheeto.

As for cooking, I’m sorry to say, he does not know how to cook at all. Lived off of ration packs pre 141.

He would sometimes try to re create his mother’s recipes if he ever uncovered them, to keep her memory alive.

It took a lot of practice and a few burnt dishes later, he successfully recreated her shepards pie. His favourite dish from her.

John soap mactavish

He would defend his mother’s haggis til the day he freaking dies !!!

It was the best thing he would always look forward to it whenever a chance it was served up.

But if we’re talking other Scottish dishes, classic porridge would be his go to breakfast.

Or a clootie dumpling would be his go to dessert.

As for cooking….. he can cook, but only what he knows from grown up, like spaghetti bolognaise or tacos.

He’ll be open to try new recipes, but please be patient for your bestie.

Kyle gaz Garrick

Uh… have you tried this man’s pancakes !!!

Once it’s served up with possibly the best maple syrup you’ll ever have, it’s heaven until the very last bite.

He would teach you how to make the perfect pancake.

For his favourite foods, it’ll just simply be the classics, either McDonald’s or kfc.

For drinks, he cannot live with his monster, but he doesn’t like the traditional ones, he opts in for the white ultra cans. They’re just sweeter.

John price

As the father figure of the group, he’s gotta make sure his kiddos are fed and healthy.

So cooking is usually his number 1 priority, he loves to serve you his famous lasagna.

Once tried to make ice cream, but failed miserably.

As for his favourite foods, he would always love an English breakfast when he’s feeling peckish.

If he worked out the day before, that’s his go too

For a drink, classic black coffee

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5 months

A story inspired by this TikTok I hope you all enjoy 😊😊 word count:1.2k

Simon woke up to the all to familiar bright lights and beeping sounds of the hospital. He groaned in pain as he felt like he couldn't move. Thankfully he was spared as you were there to dim the lights after seeing him awake.

"Hey buddy... How are you feeling ??" You asked, To which he replied to a dry cough, water please.

You gently handed him the cup of water and placed the straw into his mouth, Taking a few sips. "What... Happened ??" He asked.

You looked down for a little bit and sighed. "The entire building was rigged with explosives, We began to run out before i found out you weren't behind me. Me and soap began to move the rubble that was in the explosives... and well" You looked over at his badly broken body. Both legs were broken, One arm was broken and 5 cracked ribs.

"The doctor said you won't be back on your feet for a least 3 months"

"Fucking hell..." He sighed.

Regardless, you were happy to keep him company and help him whenever you could. 3 months came by and he was finally free of those damned casts. He could be able to move freely.

But one night, upon closer inspection when he got out of the shower. He lost a lot of muscle, and seemed to gain a little bit of weight too... "This cannot get any worse" He started to tear up, He was already self conscious about his body as it is, this was just almost insult to injury.

He tried to shrug it off for the next week, trying to squeeze in any workouts as he could. But every time someone walks past him, he would always get some form of comment. "Nice tits lieutenant" "Need a training bra ??" "Give us one squeeze please ??" He had to fight every instinct to not throw a weight at there heads... But they were right.

He stood there in his room, looking at his worthless body, His abs weren't as defined anymore. His pecs could hardly be called pecs. His biceps seemed to almost have deflated. Not to mention the pudgy sides around his waist seem to top over. As he started to tear up again, He began to repeatedly smash the mirror in front of him. he hated seeing himself like this. He did was a fucking passion.

You heard the smashed glass and rushed toward his room, Trying your best to pull him away. "Easy easy !!"

"Get off of me !!" He cried out.

"Simon relax, relax... It's just me" You gently took his hands and squeezed them gently. Looking at him in the eyes.

You could see the anger, sadness and insecurity the had, He has already been through a lot and this... This just fucking hurt him.

"Come here, let me have a look" You gently took his hand and inspected it, Just grazes, not deep cuts. So you went and got the first aid kit.

As you treated his wound, he looked down at the floor, seeing the tears fall down. "I fucking hate myself..."

"Simon... Please don't say that" You finished wrapping has bandages and looked at him.

"I do, y/n... Look at me... I'm not what I am" He started to cry a tad bit heavier.

You gently wrapped your arms around him, you knew this was hurting him badly, you didn't want to see him hurt. So later that night, you began to figure out a workout routine. One that was while excruciating, you knew this would get him back to what he once was.

The following morning, you burst into his room, blowing a whistle, and making him jolt awake. "What are we still doing sleeping around lieutenant !! Gym gear on and meet me in the gym !!" You did your best coach voice and urged him out.

Simon was a tad bit shocked when he saw you, But regardless he got his gym clothes on and soon followed you. You had set everything up. Weights, cardio, courses, and protein shakes. "For our warm up I want you to do 30 push ups"

"Y/n..."

"Don't talk back, Don't give up come on let's go !!"

He knew you meant well as he did his 30 pushups. Today you were his best friend and now his coach, You had him do a lot of things. But when it came to rest period, you brought him over to the mirror.

"I want you to take your shirt off"

He froze as you said that, But you gave him reassuring eyes knowing that it was just you two, He trusted you... So slowly he took off his shirt, He looked away from the mirror once he saw his pudgy stomach. But you gently went up to him. "You know what I see Simon ??"

He kept his eyes away from the mirror but turned to look at you, Giving you a soft look. "I see... Someone who has worked really hard today. Someone who is the strongest being that I have come to know and love. Someone who I know will work hard to see himself again. It will take time, But I know you got this Simon. Just don't beat yourself up... I know this"

You struggled for a while on your body and how you looked as well, You didn't want to see Simon sad and angry at himself.

"Yeah... Ok"

After the gym session, he went back to his room and saw that the mirror had been replaced, he didn't think much to begin with, But he took your advice in hand and went over to it. Taking his shirt off again, this time looking at himself, while yes it will be hard... "I can do this, I can... It'll take time" He said as he gently rubbed his stomach and patted it.

The training sessions continued and got harder, But you helped push Simon to his limit and to the point where he didn't know he was capable of, Downing every protein bar or shake he could, and making sure he looked at himself in the mirror after every session, to learn to love the body that he is in.

5 months later.

Simon wiped his sweat as he placed down the weights, It was hard, excruciating, and sometimes even painful, But it was all worth it, he began to workout shirtless again like he used to. Walking to the mirror with the upmost confidence, looking at himself, and flexing his biceps, he saw the snake-like veins had come back. His manly pecs have sprung back to life, he smirked as he began to pop his pecs, his Terry crews vibes were you could say... "Popping off" and his 6-pack abs have been upgraded to an 8-pack. But the smallest difference is there was the tiniest amount of pudge on his sides. but he could let that slide, all he knew was that he was happy with the way he was.

You walked into the gym and saw him looking at himself, all happy. "I knew you could do it" You smiled up at him.

"No thanks to you sergeant" He smiled and ruffled your hair, he was super thankful for you, his best friend and coach. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. "Ok muscles don't crush me" You chuckled as did he.

Simon worked his ass off for 5 months, and it paid off big time. All thanks to you.

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Happy National Women's Day (yesterday, woops) Celebrated with a platonic story for y/n, Laswell, and Farah.

Readers gender is not specified. This isn't beta read because my eyes really hurt today for some reason.

You had just gotten back from a mission followed by Farah's forces and accompanying assistance of one Alex Keller. After getting back the guys were pretty tuckered out. Price and Simon going for a smoke and Johnny going for a long snooze in his bed. Missions usually left you exhausted.

However, this was the week that Laswell got a much needed break from her work and she wanted to spend it well.

She was sat on the couch, watching you and Simon quietly talk. Farah was cleaning her goggles, frowning over a small scratch in the top corner of the lense.

She could see the stress on Farah's face, and just from your posture she knew you needed a break as well. So when Simon got up to use the bathroom she leaned forward.

"What do you two say we get out of here for a couple days?"

You looked up curiously. "What do you mean?? Get a hotel or something?"

She shook her head. "Camping. My brother has a cabin up in the mountains where his buddies and him go climbing. We could go spend some time out there."

"Would it be quiet?" Farah asks.

"Most likely, it's not a big place. The spot we usually go isn't touristy either."

Farah looks to you. "I've never been camping outside of missions."

"If we can get a place with room for three and not get eaten alive by mosquitoes and the like, then yeah."

Laswell nods. "It's a cabin, so I don't think you'll have to worry too much about mosquitoes. But it'll just be the three of us." Laswell stands, stretching and grabbing her coffee. "We'll head out tomorrow after you're packed."

So the next morning you and Farah brought out your backpacks to Laswell's car. She only had a small vehicle but it was enough to fit all your supplies. Laswell brought her climbing gear, and enough food to last you a week at the cabin.

Once you were all ready to go there was one person you had to say goodbye to.

"Simon it's ok, I'm not going to be gone that long, only a week."

"A week... What am I supposed to do until then??"

"Hangout with the guys, take some time off to relax your feet. Read your book. You'll be ok."

Simon grumbled and looked over at Alex who was staying with them. To Simon's dismay.

You smiled softly, and fixed his sweater hoodie. "Only a week." You wrap your arms around him and he hugged you back, squeezing you for good measure.

Soon enough you packed in and set off on your journey. Farah plugged her phone in and played music from the passenger seat. "Any song requests??"

"Remember that one song you played the other day? With the guitar solo?"

Farah smiled and put the song on, and you jammed away in the backseat. Laswell put her son blocker down and set you off to the nearest coffee shop. Because what's a road trip without coffee?

She took the tray from the man at the drive through window and handed Farah her iced coffee and you your drink. “There you go.”

“Thank you mom.” You smiled and leaned back.

“Of course. Now, it’ll be a bit of a drive.” But you guys were ready for that.

You drove for the rest of the day. As you got closer to the mountains, Farah and you both pointed out a fair bit of wildlife you saw along the roadside.

Farah’s entire day was made by seeing baby ducklings going for a dunk in a small pond with their mom.

Laswell pointed out a few deer on the way, and soon you reached the place. Driving up the road and parking in front of a rather nice little cabin. It was old, with a couple swinging shutters and the frame would need some repainting.

“This is nice.” Farah looked around the grassy area behind the cabin that led up into a large hill. A small fire pit set up around some trees and a stone pathway up to the stairs.

“How did you get this place again??”

“My brother rents it most of the summer for his rock climbing. They come every few weeks.”

“Cool.”

Laswell nods, opening the car door and putting her park pass in the window. She tossed you the keys. “I'll go tell administration we’re here so they don't freak out. You two and get the first pickings.”

You and Farah smiled at each other softly. “Thanks laswell!” You called and grabbed out your stuff. You unlocked the house and you two headed inside. In the small entry way was a couple buckets full of wood and a shelf of paper and some lighters.

A tiny kitchen area and a gas stove. It was a cozy little place. Heading into the next part of the cabin there was a small bench, a cabinet with some games and a bed tucked against the opposite wall.

The back bedroom was separated by a curtain, inside being another two beds.

You and Farah looked at each other. “you can have either, I don't mind.” She said softly.

You were quiet for a moment. “You want the one by the window??”

“I'd like that.” She admitted.

You nodded and tossed your stuff on the bed in the corner, and let Farah have the bed next to the big window looking out at the field.

Laswell came back with a bag of some firewood and her climbing equipment. Taking dibs on the bed in the other room and getting comfy.

After which she promptly started on some dinner because she was starving. Until then you two opened her tray of fruit from the cooler and snacked away.

“So where do you usually go rock climbing, Laswell?” Farah asks.

“We usually go up one of the old trails. There's an open section of land that shows off this huge rock face. It's the perfect climb. I think it'll be easy enough for you two.”

“We’re capable Laswell.” You chuckle. You could smell the food waft through the cabin. She plated up, and came over to set down two plates for you two. You moved over on the bench allowing Laswell to sit down, and you all dug in.

Talking and laughing as the sun starts to go down on the field, the food being quickly devoured. Laswell brought out brownies as dessert.

You gasped softly. “Are those….”

Laswell smiled and ruffled your hair. “She said they're all yours.”

You eagerly popped the lid off and snatched one to dig into. “Oh Farah, you gotta try one. Her wife makes them the best.”

Farah smiled softly and reached in and took one out. “What's in it, Laswell??”

“Hm? I have the recipe list here if you want to look at it.” She took it from her bag and passed it over. Farah read through it before biting in, humming happily. “Oh, oh these are good.” She took another bite.

“Can I just…” She slid the recipe back toward herself and Laswell nodded. “All yours”

Farah tucked it into her pocket and you two devoured the brownies. Laswell’s wife was the best, always asking what sweets you guys would like best and sending Laswell out to work with a box or two for you guys.

Eventually you all headed to bed. You crawled into bed and rolled over, falling asleep.

Farah pulled the blanket over her shoulder, and opened the window to look out at the darkness. The cool breeze on her face.

She sighed softly, and closed it. Flopping down and rolling over again. She looked into the darkness, trying to arrange the blanket to try and get comfy.

When she couldn't, she leaned over and grabbed the flashlight off the nightstand, flicking it on low. She went over to you, standing at the edge of the bed for a bit before poking you.

“Y/n?” She whispered. You mumbled softly and opened your eyes. “Farah?”

“I'm sorry… I can't sleep.” She whispered.

You smiled softly, and rolled onto your back. You pulled the blanket back to allow her in. “Come on.”

She pursed her lips and flicked the light off. But she crawled into the bed. You gave her some more blanket and closed your eyes again. Farah laid next to you, sighing and slowly closing her eyes.

She held out her hand and you linked your pinky with hers. Helping her relax and fall asleep.

The next morning Laswell was up first. She got dressed and needed a coffee. She pushed the curtain to the second room open and smiled softly when she saw you and Farah curled up, pinkies still linked.

You two could sleep in.

She tied up her hair and went to the kitchen to put hot water on the stove and look through the food bag for what to make for breakfast.

The sound of the kettle woke you up, slowly rubbing your eyes and sitting up. Farah felt you stir and also opened her eyes. “Hmm…??”

“It's ok, you can keep resting if you want.” You assure, and crawled out around her. You scratched your stomach and headed out to the main room.

“Well good morning.” Laswell greeted you.

“Mornin…”

“Coffee??”

“Please.” You nodded.

You sat down at the bench, and heard the curtain shift. “I'm gonna change.” Farah gave you the heads up.

Laswell handed you your fresh coffee. “What do you feel for breakfast??”

“Eggs??” You gave her the innocent best child ever look. “Please mom??”

“Tell you what, find the carton in the cooler and I'll see what I can do.”

Farah filled up her water bottle as Laswell made breakfast, checking her phone. She snickered a little from across the table.

Without further incentive you rushed to the cooler and dug around for the eggs, bringing them to her.

She chuckled and saw Farah come out from the back room soon.

“What are you chuckling about?” You teased softly.

Farah turned her phone and showed you a photo of Alex around a corner with a blurry Ghost in the background.

“You think he's dead yet??”

“Knowing Simon and Johnny… maybe.” You snickered.

“Those three are going to kill each other.” She fully smiled briefly before looking down at the accompanying texts.

“Well, he's still alive but accidentally took some of Ghost’s gummy worms it seems.”

You cringed a little. “Ooh… ouch. I'll have to talk with Simon to make sure he didn't hurt Alex too badly.”

You both have a chuckle over it and Laswell brings you your eggs.

And without hesitation you dig in, humming happily to have your stomach full of food and happy.

“How long is the hike to the rock face??”

“Not long. Fifteen minutes at most. And I've got all the gear for you.”

“Awesome.”

“Now that you've got some fiber in you, let's get going.” Laswell fills her water bottle and grabs the bag of equipment.

“I can carry it for you??” You offered, but she shook her head. “I got it.”

You headed out down the road and hiked up the trail into the mountains. Seeing the tall trees and smelling the fresh air. Feeling the gentle breeze on your warm skin.

Laswell led you up and off the main path to a small outcrop. And there it was. A tall rock face up the side of the mountain with clearly outlined passages and handholds from how much it had been traversed.

Laswell secured her hair and handed you your gear. You and Farah got snug and comfy. Laswell set up the ropes and pegs in the ground to hold you three.

Chalking up your hands.

“You ready, princesses??”

“Hey!” You huffed, rushing after Laswell. Farah chuckled under her breath and found a small ledge to slide her hand into. And you three started to climb.

Farah scaled it fairly easily, though it definitely felt easier when under the pressure of a mission.

You found another handhold and pushed your foot up, feeling around until you could find a spot to slot your shoe in. Securing the tie on your belt.

“You doing ok Farah??”

“A little sweaty.” She wrung her wrist out.

“Let's pause for a minute.” You secured your line and tugged it a couple times before taking your hands off the rocks, keeping your feet in place to keep you from spinning.

Farah did the same, wringing out her wrists and wiping her sweaty palms on her hips.

“Need some more powder??”

“Yeah, thanks.”

You grabbed it off your belt and handed it to her, letting her resupply, and you did the same.

“I bet Laswell is already at the top.” You chuckled.

Farah looked around, trying to spot her. “Oh she probably is.”

“Let's catch up then, hey?”

Farah nodded, and you continued to climb until you reached the top.

And as you suspected, Laswell was already at the top. “You're fast.” You pushed yourself up, shaking out her legs, looking back down at where you came from.

“Oh.” You wobbled a little, stepping back. “It's best not to look down for a minute.” Laswell tipped and looked out at the edge of the cliff. The sun showed out from behind the clouds. It casted down over the lake and reflecting off of the water.

Farah took out her phone and got a picture of the view. Motioning you and Laswell to get close.

You wrapped your arm around her, keeping your hand just off her waist as she attempted a simple smile. Catching the moment with you three.

“Now I'm gonna tell Alex about the fun we’re having.” She chuckled, and put her phone away.

“Maybe I could bring Simon here.” You wondered aloud. You threw sat around the cliff on a small blanket, drinking from your water bottles.

“Hey, I just remembered.”

Farah and Laswell looked at you curiously.

“Happy National Women's Day.”

The two smiled. “That is today, isn't it?” Farah said, and Laswell nodded.

“It is. I almost forgot.”

“I mean, we got the Barbie movie.”

Farah smiled. “I got to see it with some of the girls from my group. Their families said I could come with them.” She fidgeted with her water bottle. “We want to go with Miss Farah.” She remembered them saying.

Laswell looked out at the cliff. “I remember dragging John out with my wife and I.”

You snickered. “Uh oh, how did that go??”

“Oh I think he fell asleep.” She snickered. “It's not his typical movie. But hey, he gave a kicker of a review afterward in the car home.”

You looked down at your hands, looking at all the roughness to your hands. Your battered knuckles and the dirt under your fingernails.

“Do you guys ever feel pressured to look or act a certain way??”

A moment of soft silence went by, letting the breeze drift between you three. “Yes. I think it comes with the territory… but even though I have respect, I still feel mentally challenged a lot to prove myself.” Laswell said.

“Like some of the men in my charge can't understand how I could be as smart as them or understand how to handle pressuring situations.”

"But... Recently a lot of the pressures and beauty standards have been pushed by other women. Which, is sad, considering a lot of them think we need all this stuff done to look pretty or be wanted. But it just isn't true."

You nodded. “Yeah…”

Farah sighed softly. “It feels pressuring every day, to have to dress and act a certain way. Follow a certain code or I won't be respected. I had a man tell me I wouldn't ever have a voice if I didn't have a husband to speak for me.”

You frowned, but nodded. Farah fidgeted a little. “But you know what? I did find my voice. And a voice for many other men and women who couldn't speak before.”

She smiles. “And for every bad person I meet, I've met ten more amazing men I know I have in my corner.”

Laswell nods. “I second that.”

You smile more, happily raising your water bottle. “To the women, and all those who support them.”

You clinked your water bottles and took a large sip. “I'm glad I get to spend the week with you guys. I know it's gonna be awesome.”

“We’re going swimming next.” Farah says quickly.

Laswell and you laugh. “Swimming is next on the list then.”

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hellloooo so i wanted to request something I've been thinking of for a while <3 you can just call me 🦇bat anon :D sooo i was thinking rocket raccoon x reader who is also a genetically modified raccoon by the hands of high evolutionary with the same amount of trauma and torture as rocket experienced, but they're more brain modified, so they look like a sorta normal raccoon but they're really REALLY overly intelligent and are agile and smart and all that, but they use a human body hologram, and when rocket met them he saw them as a human, but reader later revealed their secret and they connected with their trauma or something i dunno X( i just want someone to let rocket know he's not alone <3 if you're gonna do this, thank you :D if not, have a nice day anyway and i love your writing!!!

We're not so different

Hello there 🦇bat anon :D, Apologies for the delay in this, Now for this request, I had read over it and ultimately my brain has gone splat in the moment. BUT !!! I cooked another idea relating to what you asked. So I hope you like it. Warnings: Mentions of abuse. Word count:985

How you were brought into this world will continue to baffle you until the day you die. How many children have happy families, Yours was utterly broken, Your mom abandoned you before your first birthday, leaving you with your dad who turned to alcohol to cope with the stress. You would always have to bring him his bottle... unless you would cop something in the head. You still had the scar across your eyebrow from the shard cutting through, you were thankful that it didn't get your eye.

By 10 years old when you were on the way home from school as quickly as you could. Your teacher stopped you before you could rush home to talk about the results of your test. Heading home... Guess who was there.

"Where the fuck have you been ??!! I told you to get back as soon school finished."

"I... I know... The teacher just wanted to talk to me..."

"You got into trouble !!" He grabbed your arm and twisted it.

You yelped in pain and started to cry, You yanked your hand away and ran away, Having enough of his endless hurting. Running as fast as you could, You rushed down into the nearby park and fell over, started to cry. As you cried, you felt yourself getting dragged up by something in the sky, Soon being sent away thousands of light-years away in the galaxy.

The cycle continued just with your kidnappers, Whatever your dad did, they did ten times worse when you didn't do what they said. You didn't escape for another 5 years. Being placed into hiding on Knowhere and stayed there for the time being. At least you were free.

You took up some mercenary work with the ravagers, coming across Peter quill from time to time. And it just so happened that that day when the guardians of the galaxy were formed. The day you met Rocket Raccoon.

You knew straight from the start that the attitude that he pulled off when you worked together in prison was nothing more than a cover-up for a deeper trauma that he had witnessed. But it became more evident when you saw his drunken out burst in the bar.

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing he does !! Well, I didn't ask to get made !! I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over, turned into some... Some little monster !!"

"Rocket, no one is calling you a monster" Peter told him

"He called me vermin !! She called me Rodent !!! His bottom lip wobbled a bit before he grew angry. "Let's see if you can last after five or six good shots in your fricken face !!" He aimed his gun at Drax.

"No no no no !! 4 billion units, Rocket come on suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich !!" Quill begged him to think rationally.

Rocket thought for a bit before disarming his weapon. "Fine... But I can't promise when this is over I'm not gonna kill every last one of you jerks."

He then bolted out of the bar, Your heart absolutely shattered hearing all of this. At this, you wanted to hold him and tell him that everything was ok... But you knew this wouldn't work knowing Rocket for the short time.

But regardless he needed someone right now, So you headed outside to find him. Looking around nearby until you found him in an alleyway crying softly to himself. You grew sad as you saw him... You walked over as you gently sat down across the other side, remaining silent.

He looked up and saw you, quickly regaining his composure. "Get lost y/n..."

"I didn't say anything" You softly said.

He opened his mouth before shutting it, His ears fully drooped. Crossing his arms as he looked away from you. "Why are you here ?? Wanna call me monster too ??"

You shook your head gently, Trying to figure out how to properly say it. "Rocket... Whatever it is... that you have gone through." You could feel his eyes glaring on you, almost to say choose your next few words very carefully.

"Whatever it is... I get it... I know what it feels like."

His eyes slowly softened a little, but still glaring at you.

"The scar... On my eyebrow... This was by the man who was meant to protect me..." You pointed to your eyebrow.

He inspected your eyebrow a bit before he looked down at the ground. "I... I'm sorry you had to suffer that"

"My whole life... And not even that... When I was 10 I was kidnapped from Earth, The people who kidnapped me... They endured so much pain on me... For 5 flarking years..." You moved your shirt a bit, showing scared underneath your ribs... this one hurt you the most, you couldn't even stomach to talk about it.

Rocket's eyes went soft, And soon, you could see a different side to him. "I'm sorry... I really am..." He hesitantly started to move, moving next to you. Wanting to be in your company and feel safe.

"Rocket, Whatever this galaxy throws at you... I want to let you know... I'll be there for you ok ??" You looked at him.

He gave it a bit of thought for a little bit before nodding. "Yeah... Same to you y/n" He looked up at you, saying it sincerely.

You smiled and gently raised a fist to him, he tilted his head a little bit in confusion. "What are you doing humie ??"

"You never heard about fist bumps ??"

He shook his head, wanting an explanation.

"It's kind of like a symbol of friendship on earth, so here" You gently helped him achieve his first fist bump, "There you go" You smiled,

You would always have his back, And he with yours. Always.

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