#gaz x reader: baby trap

[yeyinde]

if you ever think you'll continue the baby trapping series with Kyle or Johnny I feel like Kyle would be the absolute most sadistic mean manipulative little shit about it. just plays with his sweetheart's mind so much that he makes her think that she is the one who wants this baby. constantly drops hints about how dangerous his job is brings up the helo fall in the most unsubtle way ever and talks about how the risk of every deployment he goes on being his last one is so very real

is so intent on fucking with her mind and making her think of all these horrible scenarios that eventually, on the last night before he has to go back to base to deploy on another mission, his darling is crying and pulling him into bed. wrapping her legs around his waist and begging for a baby so that she has a piece of him until he returns, begging for him to fill her up and not leave her. and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't follow his dear girlfriend's request when she's begging him so sweetly for it?? and after she's exhausted herself out and is asleep in his bed kyle has to fight the triumphant, smug smirk off his face as he cups his fingers protectively over her lower belly

OKAY!!!! Yes, please!! 🤩

like i don't think you understand just how much i love this because the idea of Gaz playing the long game?? using fear as the motivator to get what he wants?? perfect in every conceivable way. and godddd the descriptions?? smug!Gaz getting what he wants in the end while you combat with your own morality??? i want this so bad 😭

[ghouljams]

Soap refuses to wear condoms, insists he's tracking your cycle and everything will be fine. Except when you text him: "Good news I got my period" and his immediate response is: "How's that good news?" you realize you misunderstood what he was tracking.

[haven-1307]

Cw: baby trapping, manipulation, rough sex (let me know if I need to add more)

Something something Gaz who baby traps you,

using his charm to melt and need you like putty in his hands. Manipulating you into believing this is what you want so be a good girl and fucking beg for his forgiveness for accusing him of intentionally getting you pregnant.

Use those glass eyes and take him down your throat until you’re choking on him. Maybe, just maybe he will give you his cock in that gorgeous cunt, or maybe he will just watch as you cry and choke around him, tears running down your face and spit dripping down your chin. Your pregnant stomach grazing his legs.

[gothghostiie]

Snuggle pile with Poly141 X Reader. Just a fucking mound of buff military guys and their collective favorite person all cozy and sleeping on top of each other. Simon has a death grip on you bye

mmmm snuggle pile after a hard mission, price is at the very bottom. he wants all his babys snuggled up nice to him, arms wrapped around all of you.

soap is in the middle, right on top of price, he needs the attention and hes a petite little fucker teehee

gaz is left to price, burying his face into prices chest while playing with Soaps mohawk, his other arm snaked underneath prices neck so he can play with Ghosts hair

ghost lies on prices right, rubbing Gaz's side while keeping soap trapped under his arm

last but not least you - sprawled out over all of them. snuggling like a baby.

[blingblong55]

The art of flexibility- 141

Based on a request:

hii!! here to make a request if this makes u uncomfortable or ur just not in the mood, feel free to ignore !! 141 x flexible! reader and im talking really flexible. and 141 walks in on reader doing one of these poses just a fun idea i thought of!!

GN!Reader, flexible!reader

A/N: The picture for the poses will be at the end :)

It was a usual day at the base. Breakfast, meeting, training, another meeting, lunch and then working out. But as their day finally was coming to an end, Gaz and Soap wanted to try some new moves out. Ghost said he was willing to watch and Price too, mainly because he was bored. Who would be the subject of the newly discovered moves? You. The only one who fell into the trap of volunteering.

"Alright mate, just stretch a little and then we start to see if what we learned can be used in the field," Gaz spoke as he and Soap smiled at each other. In their minds, you wouldn't be able to fight them off.

You slowly started to stretch your arms and legs, it wasn't anything too advanced, yet. Ghost and Price made small talk as they waited for what the sergeants wanted to show them. Once Gaz and Soap were done doing some basic warmup, they turned to you who by now was raising your leg higher than any of them thought possible.

Price panicked a little, Ghost was more amused but he would not let himself feed your ego.

"Mate, this is literally unfair," Gaz complained as he knew the first move he wanted to try would not work on you. Soap was almost like a child, crossing his arms and pouting just a little. "Fuckin' well, first last week with ya speakin' Hindi and now this? Try 'ard." It was not your intention to show off such skill but you know that you had to warm up and stretch enough for whatever those two had in mind.

Then you arch your back and touch your ankle while doing so. The poor men didn't know a human could even do that. "Alright, Grim, you'll fucking break yourself, stop that." What a concerned father was Price in this instant. Ghost and Gaz moved their head as they watched you arch your back, curious little things they were.

"Price, tell 'em to stop, they are ruining Gaz's and mine moment."

"Quit crying ya baby." Ghost says, never taking his eyes off the weird position you were in.

Price walks to you and then physically stops you, makes you stand up normally and sighs in relief. You look at the men, three of them surprised, confused and amused, the other mad like a child.

A/N: I literally am terrible at describing this.

Tags: @josieguts

[under-the-dirt]

Hi hi!! I was wondering if you could write a Price x Reader one-shot. In the story, the reader was involved with Price but ended up pregnant, resigning and cutting off contact due to the fear of jeopardizing Price's job or their relationship. After some time, Price spots her and her baby outside and approaches her.

Angst to fluff would be nice and the baby’s name could be Evangeline, I find that name adorable 🥹

hihihi anon!!! this idea is so sweeeeeeeettt!! sorry it took so long to write i’ve been busy and very very tired </3

pairing: john price x afab!reader

tags: pregnancy/mention of babies, a little angst, implied sex, pov change, under 13 dni :3

Price was devastated when he heard you were leaving. He knew, no strings attached, it was simply giving and getting, helping each other with their needs, but he couldn’t help but fall in love with you. The way you smiled, the way you laughed, the way you moaned and whined, the way you clenched around him so nicely…

Next thing he knows, you’re leaving. He’d noticed something had been a little.. off about you, you’d been emotional, more quick to outbursts or tears, but he just assumed it was your period, as your cramps were pretty bad.

He didn’t think it’d come to this, to you leaving him. Leaving all of them. He watched you hug Soap and Gaz goodbye, he watched you shake Simon’s hand, and he watched you nod in his direction. He also watched the way your eyes changed when you looked at him. Your pupils grew, your eyes displaying all the love you had for him, but written on your face was purely guilt and shame.

As the time went on, he didn’t think he’d see you again. Ever. He found himself trapped in his work, rarely leaving his office to get food and water or go to sleep. He knew he looked like shit. It was obvious, with his beard growing out, the dark bags beneath his eyes and his hollowed cheeks. He looked like a ghost, frankly. So, the boys decided to get him out. They wanted to take him out for a day in the town, where he wasn’t allowed to work or do anything but have fun. So here he was, waiting for a coffee at a little cafe when he watched you walk in holding a baby. You were pregnant? As he stared, he noticed the baby girl looked so much like him. Her deep blue eyes, a fluffy head of brown hair, just a little carbon copy of him.

-

You took your baby out to grab a coffee and maybe get her a little treat. You were so focused on your task and your babbling little girl, you didn’t notice the large group of very built men. As you walked to the other side of the counter to wait for your coffee and the muffin you ordered for you and your baby, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned with a smile, expecting a compliment, but as you looked up you were met with the father of your baby. Captain John Price.

“C-captain?” You stuttered, confused and surprised. He looked terrible, sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, out of instinct you reached your hand up and touched his cheek gently.

“Can we speak outside, love?” He asks, and god he sounds horrible too. You nod, walking out with him. He leads you into the alley and leans against the wall, hand over his face. “Is it..” He begins.

“Yes,” You answer quickly. rocking your baby gently.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to get in trouble, if anyone found out what we were doing.”

“I wouldn’ ‘ave cared, bunny. You know this.”

“It’s- it’s whatever..” You say softly, rocking your baby gently, looking at her instead of price.

“What’s ‘er name?”

“Evangeline.” You answer, rubbing her head gently as she whined and babbled.

“Can.. Can I.. Hold ‘er?” He asks nervously, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at you and your baby- no, his baby, in your arms. He watches you slowly place his baby in his arms, adjusting his arms to support her tiny body and little head properly. He’d always been a man of little emotion, but all the tears he’d drowned in whiskey decided to come up now. You didn’t even quite realize he was crying until you heard him sniffle, looking up and seeing tears streaming down his face as his lips shook. He gently rubs Evangeline’s cheek with his thumb, feeling her soft, perfect skin beneath his rough, calloused finger.

“You’re a natural,” You whisper, placing your hand on his arm. He nods, letting out a small sob and squeezing his eyes shut.

This great, strong man, one who’d seen the horrors of war, death, blood and gore, the man who’d forgotten how to flinch even with a gun at his head, was sobbing over his baby. The one he never even knew existed until now. He was filled with regret and guilt. He couldn’t be there to support you while you were pregnant, to help you take care of the baby, to support you whenever life got too much, to make sure you could afford anything you needed, it hurt. He was supposed to be there for you, but he’d been too much of a pussy to ever try.

So here he stands, holding his baby girl for the first time, sobbing as he admires her. His baby. His little girl. His.

omg i’m so sorry this took forever nonnie!!! i procrastinated way too much!!! i’ve just been super busy with a lot of things, mostly stress and sleeping. life’s been difficult!!! i’ve been falling asleep far earlier than i normally do and i’ve been unable to do most things i enjoy!!! but i really hope you like this!!! <3333 also, when i imagined price crying i imagined my dad. my dad doesn’t really do crying and stuff, like most dads, and the last time i saw him cry was because he was shown so much love by people he never thought even cared about him. it was so sweet, and so that’s what imagined when price cried <3

[rodolfoparras]

RODOLFOPARRAS MASTERLIST

MDNI, 18+

♚ Top Male reader ♔ Bottom Male Reader 🎲 Gender Neutral Reader ♞, verse male reader

🎲 ♚ GN but suitable for top male reader 🎲 ♔ GN but suitable for bottom male reader 🎲 ♞ GN but suitable for a verse male reader

HEADCANONS

König w/ a size kink | x ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SIZE KINK, DEGRADATION, BLOWJOBS, RIDING, KÖNIG W/ A SMALL COCK, SEX TOYS, MIRROR SEX, SDH

Sex w/ Gaz | i, ii, iii, iiii♚

CONTENT TAGS: MENTIONS OF BLOW JOBS, CUM PLAY, MENTIONS OF FACIALS, SPITPLAY, BALL GAGS, ROUGH SEX, BREATH PLAY, RIMMING, POWER DYNAMICS, MIRROR SEX, FACIALS, HOMEMADE MOVIES, BRAT!GAZ, FTM!GAZ, NIPPLE PIERCINGS, SLIGHT EXHIBITIONISM, DRUNK SEX, POSSESSIVENESS KINK, BRAT TAMING, HAND JOBS, WATERSPORTS, SENSORY DEPRAVATION, THREESOMES

DRABBLES

In which you and Keegan get up to some fun of your own while at work x| ♚

SPITBALLS

What it would be like…. Rimming w/ Gaz while he sleeps x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SOMNOPHILIA, RIMMING

What it would be like…. rimming w/ Gaz x | 🎲

CONTENT TAGS: RIMMING

What it would be like…sex w/ Gaz while he wears nothing but…. x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: JEALOUS!GAZ

What it would be like…. free user reader w/TF141….x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: THREESOME, OVERSTIMULATION, FREE USE

What it would be like… alpha reader w/omega TF141…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: A/B/O, POSSESSIVENESS, EXHIBITIONISM

What it would be like… barrack bunny reader w/ TF141…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: OVERSTIMULATION

What it would be like…dating barrack bunny Soap…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: WRITTEN DEGRADATION, BJOBS, FOURSOMES

What it would be like… Rodolfo w/ a high sex drive… i, ii | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: OVERSTIMULATION, GUIDED MASTURBATION, USE OF TOYS, ORALSEX, COCKWARMING, SCENT KINK

What it would be like…Ghost as a dad…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK

What it would be like… baby trapping w/ Graves…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK, ATTEMPTED BABY TRAPPING

What it would be like… baby trapping w/ Gaz…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BABY TRAPPING

What it would be like… Alex w/ a mommy kink…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: MOMMY KINK

What it would be like…secret relationship w/ Alex…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: JEALOUSY, RIDING

SERIES

Thinking about…

Thinking about all the times you’ve made Ghost cry x | ♚

Thinking about how Alejandro is the type to tease you for your weapon of choice x | 🎲

Thinking about how Soap would never outright confess that he likes you x | 🎲

Thinking about being in a Polyamorous relationship with Ghost and Soap x | ♔ 🎲

Thinking about how sex with Soap is absolutely ridiculous (in the best way possible) x 🎲

Thinking about old Soap and new Soap x | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Remedial Work x

There seems to be a consensus among your classmates at the police academy that you and Leon don’t get along. However, they couldn’t be more wrong. | ♚

MISC

Soap Alphabet x | ♞

SPITBALLS

What it would be like… titty fucking Peter x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: TITTY FUCKING

What it would be like…… Miguel with a breeding kink x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK, BULGE KINK, LACTATION KINK

What it would be like… Miguel during spider mating season x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: MIGUEL W/ TRAITS OF A SPIDER, INAPPROPRIATE USE OF WEBS

DRABBLES

In which you and Spot try something new….x | ♚

SERIES

Thinking about Miguel and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♚ 🎲

Thinking about The Spot and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♔ 🎲

Thinking about all the ways you can be intimate with The Spot x | 🎲 ♔

Thinking of all the ways you can be intimate with The Spot x | 🎲 ♚

Thinking about Noir and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Finish line x

In which Peter learns that a little bit of encouragement goes a long way | ♚

Color show x

In which Noir wants to learn about colors and you’re more than happy to help | ♚

Laundry day x

In which Peter discovers some unusual perks with laundry day | ♚

Detective’s work x

In which Noir tries to keep you off the streets and you try to keep him inside the sheets | ♚

Workload x

In which you find ways to spend time with your boyfriend Miguel even though he’s busy| ♚

One More Time x

In which both Peter and you learn that one more time doesn’t always mean one more time | ♚

Pillow Talk x

In which Peter, a married man, gets off to the thought of being with someone other than his spouse | ♚

Lights, camera, action x

In which you make it your personal mission to ruin Noir’s career by fucking him | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Nothing compares x

In which it’s your first time with Eddie | ♚

Brainrots, fic ideas, nsfw discussion about characters and hc discussions with my lovely anonies, mutuals and followers x

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 2: I've Said Too Much

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Content Warnings: Usual COD content (violence, torture, death, guns), mutual pining, back from the dead, friends to allies to lovers, Reader is GN, some use of Y/N.

Chapter 1 // Masterlist // AO3 Version // Chapter 3

You were dropped off like kids at school, waving off the heli as its blades cast pulses of air across the natural landscape, your uniforms rippling against the swift tide. Your ride floated back into the air and swivelled back the way it came. Fading fast, your ears still strained to hear its farewell whilst you adjusted your vest strap so that it was tucked away and irritating you no longer.

Thus began the hike. You thanked your workout regimen that you were able to power-walk up an incline whilst carrying a heavy duty rucksack and replying to any remark made your way.

Any other day, you’d probably appreciate a walk through these forests. Pine trees thick and brusque, blocking anyone from spotting your team but preventing you from seeing them as well. Overcast clouds of the early evening aided your cover into night and meant you didn’t have to carry around sunscreen, force it on your teams whilst they squinted and whined about it, bunch of babies. Another saving grace was your boots, broken in enough that you never received blisters.

One of Čiernik’s lieutenants, an arm’s dealer called Markovič that he’d collaborated with more and more frequently over the past two years, was rumoured to be at this location, and his identity had been pinged crossing the border. Your first step was to reach the safehouse, an apartment in the town Fraleni, where Markovič was known to frequent, and intercept him on his biweekly visit to the only bar (called Los Gatos) tomorrow night. That was the worst thing to do as someone who wanted to remain under the radar: follow a strict routine.

“Makes you wonder what level of stupidly confident they are,” Crash muttered when you revealed this yesterday.

You had to agree, but not without its own warning: “As long as you don’t make the mistake of acting the same.”

Of course you were suspicious of this routine. Whether it was a trap or not, that remained to be seen. But you were prepared for that potential outcome – as prepared as you could be. Ever the restless beast, your mind ran with every outcome it could come up with.

After two hours, you let someone else lead the way – they’d read the maps, checked their compasses. Meanwhile, you played tail end Charlie for the next hour, watching how the two teams were becoming one. Soap and Bronze were directly in front of you – a few feet ahead, chatting about scars on their arms and their sources. Gaz and Crash, as expected, were next up but included Chance in their talk, occasionally reaching Ghost near the front. Price was leading the way now.

Respite from the growing risk assessments let you wonder when Price had adopted this new kind of hat. He’d had a baseball cap not unlike yours and Garrick’s. As a matter of fact, he borrowed one from you the last few missions you had together. You collected it from his bunk the day he was designated KIA, weeping on the bedsheets with it clasped to your chest as if it could reach and heal your heart, bring him back so you could annoy him into giving it back. It now sat folded and burning a hole in your back pocket.

“How do you know Price?”

Ghost, in your little thought tangent, had drawn back to step beside you. His strides were still longer than yours but you could sense his deliberate hesitation to go at full-steam ahead.

“We worked together, ‘just under a decade back. How’d you two cross paths?”

“Met him being assessed to become a Sergeant, then he brought me into the 141 four years ago.”

“Ah.” You didn’t really know what else to say, nor did you want to add anymore. In your brief time with the Lieutenant, and having pieced together pieces of his reputation, you figured he’d probably appreciate your mutual silence.

Not so mutual, it seemed.

“You’ve been after Čiernik for two years?”

“Three, five if you count the theory crafting.”

“I do.”

“Five it is.”

“That why Price didn’t get you on 141?”

A nervous itch began to whisper that Price had talked about you to the 141, and up until yesterday you’d been a name without a face.

“You’d have to ask him that,” You replied after that brief sabbatical into your thoughts.

“Hey Ghost!” Soap was walking with his head craned around as he yelled back, “You playin’ nice?”

“On my best behaviour,” Ghost replied, his Mancunian accent adding a natural humour to his words.

Soap barked out a laugh at that, and Chance followed up with: “Is that so, Captain?”

“Hmm, he’s gonna get a gold star for his manners,” You said.

Just as this steepness was causing you to break a sweat, your team found the vehicle left for you by an ally, a van with tinted windows. A view from the ridge revealed Fraleni nestled at the foot of the hill, with more modern amenities spreading over and out of the bowl of the valley, miniscule windows glowing in the dusk.

Gaz volunteered to drive, letting the rest of the team fight over the passenger seat, then the rest loading up into the back whilst Bronze enjoyed his seatbelt privileges.

“Last time I got in a car with Ghost at the wheel, crushed two guys with the truck bed and almost gave me whiplash,” Soap said to you, his grin boastful.

Ghost blinked slowly at this short story, “Got us out alive.”

The pride in Soap’s smile was still bold as brass, “You sure did.”

And even you could tell that Ghost was likely smiling beneath the balaclava. It vanished when the van bounced like a see saw, everyone letting out noises of distaste to drown out Gaz’s apology.

Backroads and their bumps brought you into the town. Tiny pavements kept the residence confined to it, and no one paid any mind to your vehicle as it weaved around under Bronze’s directions until it turned straight into a garage, the shutters locking in almost immediately after. Efficient, just the way you liked it, and exactly how you filed into the apartment above, scouting just in case. Plaster was spread across the walls like buttercream on a decorator’s first cake. Sparse decoration made the space feel less homely than if everything was bare, the thick layer of dust giving the safehouse apartment a haunting air. The only thing you could appreciate were the ornate rails at the windows, creating two Juliet balconies that perfectly overlooked

Los Gatos was populated with outdoor seating and a wall of glass that folded to leave it open to the unevenly paved street. The food looked miles better than the MRE awaiting your digestion; the smell wafted up across to your building, knocking on the glass. A foolish part of you suggested going down and grabbing some for the team tomorrow.

Satisfied with their initial survey, everyone gathered in the living room.

“Ghost-”

You stopped immediately, because someone was talking over you. Saying the exact same thing in fact. Price was mirroring your expression, his jaw ajar from cutting you off. The team flicked between you and Price like they were watching a discordant match of tennis, waiting for one to let the other score or take the point for themselves.

Within the following second, Price shifted his weight from one leg to the back with an apologetic expression, his hand gesturing to the team, “Your op.”

Why did him passing the mantle back to you feel so irritating? Childishly you wanted to disagree, offer the reply of “your team”. But it was technically your operation, not the polite Olympics. Last thing you needed was your team – now technically both Banshee and 141 – getting the wrong idea about chain of command out here. It was your call.

You started over: “Ok, Ghost, get on the radio to Laswell and update her. Crash and Bronze, set up the perimeter. Gaz, set up sightlines by the windows for where we’ll take watch in slots. Soap, Chance, check the house’s layout for the exits, any dead ends. Once that’s done, we’ll get started on the MREs and organise a schedule for taking watch.”

Murmurs of “yes, Captain” and “on it” followed, bags dumped in the centre of the room before they scuttled off to fulfil their orders. You counted them as they went and landed back on Price who was adjusting a familiar knife handle on his right shoulder.

“What about me?” He asked, still with that relaxed manner meant to appease.

“Come check the plans with me.”

Upon the tiny island countertop, you spread out the plans that had been hiding in your bag’s front pocket. Price stood beside you, and you didn’t ignore how he leant in just a little before speaking.

“I think I owe you an explanation.” His voice was low, his eyes on the others in the room and if they were close enough to hear him. Only you were; a few inches between you and the brim of the boonie left you feeling both discomfited and desiring to lean in further. For fuck’s sake.

Though Price’s words were vague, you knew he was referring to your “unfinished business” – not the mishap over leadership just then, the fact that he’d been KIA in your mind longer than it was a misprint on official documents. Even if the desire to do so was there, you gave no time to playing coy or dumb, especially after such a hike and with so much ahead.

“You don’t need to tell me anything. I read what happened,” You said as you pulled out the blueprints of Los Gatos.

“You did?” Price’s expression and tone were a cross between incredulous and amused.

You remained as neutral as possible, “I requested your file, amongst your team’s. I like to know who I’m working with.”

Ok, that was unintentionally scathing. As you felt the words cross your lips, you felt an edge appear in the final few words to pass judgement on the man in front of you, the kind of man not to tell his best friend he’s not actually dead.

Price’s voice softened, “You’re angry.”

You were four days ago, reading that file of his, redacted areas held up to the light, a stiff drink cooling your palm and soothing your raw throat.

“I’m fine.” Weariness was slipping into your body language, out of the mask, so you adjusted and straightened up your posture. “I’m ready to go over the plans and get this sorted.”

“It’s long overdue, but-” A soft sigh popcorned in Price’s lungs. He must still be a smoker “-I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

That was at least partly true. His capture wasn’t his fault. The last time you heard him being a cry of pain in your earpiece then static wasn’t his fault. Your final moment replaying over and over in your mind, torturing you with every instance you could have intervened, possible or otherwise whilst knowing it was impossible to change it, that wasn’t his fault.

But the years between his return to the SAS and this moment were his fault. What you read about him doing in that span, those were his fault. Most of them were good things: preventing worldwide panic, catastrophe, terrorist attacks. But that long list of achievements and commendations did not report his decision to not reach out and relieve you of the pain you were in. Never sending news of his return, never inviting you to join the 141, never asking you to be a part of his life again.

And, again, you weren’t angry. You had been, and you’d also been devastated that you had evidently meant so little to him when he’d meant more than the world to you. But your head was clear, now that you had missed and mourned for Price longer than you’d known him. The whole ordeal put to bed from your point of view; you just wish he would do the same, for both your sakes.

Price didn’t press for whether you accepted or dismissed his apology, just let you have it and continue with the task at hand.

“Gaz’ll do well down there tomorrow, and Bronze too. I want Soap as sniper, just as a precaution. Chance too. You, Crash and Ghost can intercept in these paths should he make a break for it. I’ll be in the car, ready to take him to the rendezvous for questioning, or for back-up should you need it.”

Price’s affirming nods and hums to your plans were welcomed. They weren’t necessary, neither was his perspective on the plans that you knew were fine. Yet you’d asked for them anyway. Something to consider later.

After another quarter of an hour, you released him to join the others, who’d returned with their duties complete, reported to you their findings, and were opening their MREs – which gave Price an excuse to use that daft pair of scissors he insisted on carrying around with him. You stayed at the counter whilst they cooked, updating your thoughts in your ring-binder notepad. Soap did the same, except his was less tallies and more drawings from the brief glimpse you caught in the tattered leather jacket. You didn’t linger on him, busying yourself with your alone time six feet from the hubbub around the makeshift hobs.

It came to an end all too fast but you didn’t enter this profession for alone time. Chance brought you your plate – some kind of curry - which you accepted then followed her back to the group. No space on the sofas (cushions or arms) so you leant against the wall instead. You were still stirring your meal around in your mess tray when everyone else had finished.

“Captain?” You glanced up to see Chance holding up a deck of cards. “Shithead, you in?”

A short smile brushed across your face, “Sure.”

“I haven’t played in ages!” Gaz said in a tone of hushed awe.

Chance sifted through the deck carefully to check all cards were present, “Crash taught us. She can remind you.”

Already ahead of him, Crash eagerly explained to Soap who’d forgotten the rules and Gaz who was just along for the verbal ride. You let yourself get dealt in, joining around the coffee table. Ghost volunteered for first watch; you had a sneaking suspicion he would sweep the floor everyone if he got the chance to play later on. For the three rounds of Shithead, you were safe from embarrassment. Soap was the first Shithead, then Chance twice which she blamed on being sat beside Crash – merciless and high on breaking her four times Shithead streak.

Settling for the night, the team began choosing their spots on the floor, opting for the biggest room together rather than spread out into the minute bedroom. And if anyone opted to sleep on the bathroom floor, you would’ve asked for a psych eval the second you returned to your base.

You were woken up once, and you rolled over away, trying your best not to notice Price having words with Ghost during their shift swap.

Stirring again at what felt like seconds later, your watch quickly disproved this notion and informed you that it was two minutes until your watch. For that first minute, you continued to lay back, your eyes taking turns to be closed to prevent falling asleep again. The second minute started with you rubbing your eyes and pushing up from your sleeping bag. Then you glanced to where your next two hours would be

Price was sat against the wall, one knee bent, the dull light of his cigar softly illuminating his moustache and nose, but nothing more – attracting no unwanted attention from the street below.

“My turn, scoot.” Awoken somewhere in your muscle memory, your boot gently poked him on the ankle.

Price arched his back with a groan, his shoulder blades crunching as he did so. Then he grappled with his knee to stand up and swap spots with you.You restrained the urge to roll your eyes, the way you used to when he used to put on this act, sounding like a grandad getting out of his easy chair. He was fine. Fit as a damn fiddle.

“Nothing to report,” He whispered gruffly before taking your space on the floor.

Your back guided you down against the wall, and you drilled your stare through the glass. Seconds rolled over one another as you stared at the marmalade glaze that emitted from the scattered lampposts and coated the road. A snore arose from one of the many sleeping bags bundled around your fellow officers. Then another. You sighed in time with the third. Long night ahead.

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AN: Thank you for all the love on the first chapter! I saw the MW3 trailer and I’m Stressed™ about it. I just want all my boys n gals to live!!! That being said, it'll probably motivate me to keep writing, so that I can finish this before the game comes out and if Price dies, y'all have content whilst I go into mourning.

Taglist: @mockerycrow

[sofasoap]

You are my light.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x f!Reader ( aka "Mini"MacTavish )

Summary: Quick little monologue/drabble about how Simon found his light. Can be read as a standalone or can be part of the Mini MacTavish universe. Little insert of what happened the night leading to "“Love, do not pass me by”" warning: M to E rated. hinting of violence and abuse. Brief description of smut. Sorry I suck at writing smut. ( always be safe people! ) Not BETA'ed. written before bed so its mumble jumble.

A/N : Kind of Continuation/parallel universe of @saltofmercury ’s “The Favorite MacTavish” , where the reader is Soap’s little sister. PLEASE GO READ HER STORY first to make sense of this series. Thank you for lending me your character.

“masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse. PS: HERE and HERE is the beautiful handsome Ghost/Simon by

@shkretart !!!

Ghost never knows the love and joy of family. As a young boy, he often look on with envy when his friend's parent showering them with love and attention. He despises his father, for destroying his childhood. For destroying the family.

He escaped, vow to start a new life. Found a job. Became a soldier. Got rid of his father. Help his mother and brother, and new family is formed.

Just as he thought he has jumped out from the loop, and all seems to be happy life, It got taken away. Brutally. As if the universe is taunting him, teasing him with happiness and throw him into the hell pit. The despair.

His brothers-in-arms in SAS and Task Force 141 helped him to see some hope.

But he is still a broken man. Along you came. Crashing into his life. He usually tries to pay no attention to Soap's stories about his baby little sister, how much he treasures her. He tries not to. It will only remind him of the life he never got to experience. The happy sibling memories he never got to experience with Tommy.

"Hey sad face, why so gloomy? Say, let's have a competition. If I win, join us! If you win.. I promise I will shut my brother up for the whole night." He will never admit the prospect of shutting up MacTavish is what tempted him to agree to the little drinking game. Which in terms turn into a very dangerous game. Not only you nearly bested him, the legendary Ghost, but your cocky smile and your sunshine personality is stirring something inside he never knew he had. That little bit of Simon is coming out.

He wants more. Dropping hints here and there. Whisper nothing into your ears, he is slowly capturing you.

"“My offer still stands, if you are willing.”  Your hand paused on the door handle just as you were about to turn it. Ghost walked you back to your accommodation after a chaotic night at the pub which ended with an accidently drunk König  trying to hit on you.

Incomes very angry Soap and Ghost and your attempt to dissuade them to throw poor König onto the shooting range. Finally Horangi manage to drag König back to their group while Gaz and Price dragged Soap back to their side of the room. "I'm going to head back to the accommodation Johnny, I'll meet you for breakfast tomorrow morning?" You saw Johnny still waving his arm around in anger and Gaz just shooed you off. You assume he will pass the message onto your brother. Ghost has came out and followed you silently.

" I'll walk you back."

" I am sure it's pretty safe around here Ghost." "... " Not letting you have a chance to say no, he pick up his pace and walked beside you. You totally did not expect him to be so bold, making the proposition. Slowly you turn around, facing him. You feel like prey trapped with your back to the door. Somehow, something deep within you is nudging you, to taunt him and tempt him more. Lifting one of your hand, you run your finger through his dirty blonde hair. Behind his ears, down his neck. Just as he was closing his eyes, enjoying your touch, you turned around and open the door. As you step into the house, he firmly grabs you around the waist, pulling you into his embrace. ".. you think you can just tease me and leave?" That send shivers down your body and growing hot as he growls beside your ear. You lean back into him. He must have taken his mask off at some point as you suddenly feel him place a light kiss on your ear, down your neck and onto your shoulder.

With shuddered breath, you turn around, wanting to have a good look at him. Finally to see his face. In full. Even with his back to the light, there you see him. his beautiful face. His dark brown eyes, deep with desire. " Hello Simon." You greeted him with a faint smile, taking in his features. The scars scattered across his handsome face, his Five o'clock shadow beard accentuates his strong jaw. " Are you sure you want this." Giving you a chance to say no, or trying to persuade himself to pull out before he goes in to deep? He doesn't know. Nodding your head to give him permission, he lean down and capture your lip and into a deep kiss. He kick the front door close and pull you impossibly close. You broke the kiss and while gasping for air, " bed, now." You commanded him. He lift you up into bridal carry and march towards the bedroom. It was a long passionate night. Amongst the heated kisses you admit to him you never had experiences before. And he was very gentle with you. Once you got use to him, he slowly pushes you, again and again searching for comfort and high with each other. At end of the night you lay exhausted totally satisfied if not a little bit sore. Waking up the next day, he had already left. You were slightly disappointed but part of you not surprised.

Simon doesn't know what prompted him to be so bold with you that night. Part of him enjoy the warmth and attention you were giving him, the Ghost in him keep telling him,

" She's too good for you." " You are a broken monster. You don't deserve her."

He pushed you away. Even when you need him the most. With tears in your eyes. He regretted hurting you afterwards. He nearly lost you, along with the children. Didn't he vow not to be the man that his father was? He begged for your forgiveness. For a second chance. Going into therapy. You gave him that precious chance. Simon experience the light and love he never felt before, when he return from deployment for the first time after reconciliation. You open the door for him, leading him into the living room , gently tell the children;

" Mah bairn, Da is home." His children, even after months of not being around, immediately recognises their father and crawls towards him, seeking his attention. "Da! Da!" Arms up, both of them wanting their father to pick them up. Holding back his tears, dropping his bag he pick both of them up, giving them gentle kisses on their heads.

You smiled watching the beautiful scene. " I love you."

Life came crashing down again. For the third time, the universe is laughing at him again.

He never been so fearful in his life. Seeing you being tied up on the pole, blood running your face,explosive strapped onto you, calling him for help, nearly make him lose his cool. " Go Simon. The children will at least have their father and uncles..." “ AND I NEED YOU.”

By some miracle, both of you survived the threat. He knew he couldn't delay it any longer. He proposed to you soon after. ' I know you want to take things slow, and I don't want to push you, but I .. I can't lose you. Not again." You agreed to marry him. He never been so happy in his life. "let’s do this , BROTHER.” Few close friends and families, the children, your brother, your parents, Price, Gaz, Emma, Laswell and Rudy, Alejandro even König attended the wedding. Watching you walking down the aisle took his breath away. How did he get so lucky.

" You don't deserve this. " " NO I DO. I DESERVE ALL OF THIS."

Holding your hand, he whispered to you,

"You are the light of my life. I love you, until my last dying breath."

[chaser-mw]

Sparring with Kyle/Gaz ;)

Summary: you see kyle sparring with Soap and he calls you over for a turn

Kyle x female reader

Warnings: sexual content MDNI (18+)

Words: 2.9k

ENJOY!!! (I have more ideas for this, if an extension is wanted :) )

You were sweaty and gross, your muscles ached and urged you to rest but you’re determined to ingrain this strategy into your head until it’s muscle memory. You’ve been in the training room for two hours now, the floorplan of the short walls/barriers/tires/cement blocks committed to memory. Your gray tank top is now turned black, your baby hairs stick to your forehead, and every few minutes you feel the tickle of sweat dripping down your lower back. You crouch behind a large piece of plywood for cover as the imaginary terrorists shoot at you and you routinely reload your gun. You’ve been trying to perfect this routine for the last hour and half, and your pride won’t allow you to leave unless you get it perfect seeing as this exact routine is why Kyle’s arm has four new stitches from your last excursion. 

The last mission Price had ordered for everyone to split up to cover more ground, you and Kyle were set to search the north side of the warehouse together. It was expected for there to be a couple of casualties but booby traps were not accounted for. In short, you headed up a set of stairs with Kyle directly behind you when you heard the hollow thump of your boot on the hardwood floor before you had mere seconds to lean out of the way of a knife swinging down towards your chest. Your sudden movement caught Kyle’s attention but not quite quick enough before the knife made quick work of his bicep. Thankfully, it wasn’t too deep to require him to take time off or anything like that but still, Simon's reckless driving to the med bay, followed by four stitches, was not exactly on his calendar for that day. 

Regardless of how miniscule the injury actually was, you had made a mistake and it ended up hurting one of your teammates, even worse it being Kyle of all people. You can’t help but think if the knife had hit somewhere more severe or if even the weapon were more severe. Mere inches and Kyle could’ve had a knife in his arm instead of grazing it and that’s enough to start a downward spiral of self-deprecating thoughts that you don’t have the energy to entertain right now. But he’s so kind and understanding, you know he wouldn’t be mad at you but you also know how seriously he takes his job regardless of how easy or difficult a mission is expected to be. He’s human, a beautiful human, but still he makes mistakes just like the rest of us, you remind yourself.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a soft spot for him, you knew it as soon as you’d joined the task force. You never gave men's attractiveness too much thought in your regular life but as soon as you saw his dark brown eyes and beautiful mocha skin, you genuinely thought he was the most handsome man you’ve probably ever seen. If he even looked at you for too long you’d feel the blood rush to your cheeks nevermind having to work closely alongside him. It had taken a couple months for you to perfect your look of stoicism when you were around him all to hide the fact that the first thing you did when you closed the door to your personal quarters was blush and giggle like a schoolgirl replaying your interactions with him from the day over in your head. You still remember the first time you and him were put on sniper watch together, just you and him on the roof of a carefully selected building in the cold, late hours of a night in Russia. You had spotted something about 130 meters out and turned with your sniper winking through the scope, the movement caused your hips to lightly push against his side and you stayed there all while pretending you didn’t even notice. You acted like you couldn’t feel the heat radiating from his side to yours, almost jealous of his blood circulation. After a long time of waiting for nothing to happen you two had shared a little conversation and some banter but that was it before Price was calling a success and you all headed back to base camp. Some would call it nothing but you think about those memories as if it’s your favorite movie. 

The lights of the training room flicker and remind you of what you were doing before you were so distracted by thoughts of a certain someone, realizing how long you’ve been distracted and how good it feels to sit, you dejectedly call it a day. You sloppily collect your things and slug your bag over your shoulder and head for the exit. Laughter can be quietly heard through the door and as you push it open to reveal the rest of the gym, you can easily see who the laughter belongs to. It seems Johnny and Kyle have arrived at the gym and are sparring. Johnny overall has a physical advantage but Kyle is strategic and analytic with his hits. You walk to the exit of the gym doors unable to look away from the pair as if it were a car crash so to say. It feels wrong to stare but you can’t help but to look. To notice how the sweat soaks Kyle's dark hair, gleams over the back of his neck, to hear how heavy his breath is, how hot it probably is. How it would feel to be in Johnny’s position. To see the veins bulge in Kyle’s biceps in real time, how big he looks when he raises his shoulders, and how serious his face looks when he’s determined. You’re almost at the front door, your eyes on them still when Kyle throws Johnny to the floor, manages to slip under him and then wrap his bicep under the scots neck into a headlock. They thrash as one for a bit and Kyle takes the worst? Best? Opportunity to look around and see you standing there watching them. If your face wasn’t already red enough it sure would raise some questions now. He looks directly into your eyes and at first it almost seems like shock until it turns into a competitive smirk. Possibly an innocent look but the chain reaction of thoughts in your head it caused were everything but innocent. 

You turn quickly making your way to the door the only goal being to make it to your vibrator as soon as possible. You could already feel the slick between your folds as you walked, you needed to get home now. Distantly you hear tapping on the mats and soap say something about having enough of getting his ass beat, then a quieter smack which you assume is them dapping each other up going their separate ways. Mind clouded with arousal you almost miss whatever Kyle’s yelling about until you realize he’s calling your name. He’s calling for you…

Okay maybe this isn’t the best headspace to be in when a beautiful man is sweaty and hot and smells like pure testosterone and lead and is actively trying to talk to you. You finally turn and focus on him to see what exactly he’s calling you for. 

“Hey come ‘ere! You owe me an apology for this!” He calls while pointing at his bicep. You figure he’s right and currently your best response is to drop your head and tiredly make your way back to where he is and meet him on the mats.

“In my defense, I did apologize…I said it many times.” You say setting down your bag and taking off your shoes. It was kind of an unspoken rule not to wear shoes on the mats as it makes them filthy and socks prove for better, quicker mobility on them anyways. 

“Yea well here we are, aren’t we? And as far as I can tell, I have four stitches yet you’re somehow…spotless?” He speaks casually, you’d say that you detected a bit of a flirtatious lilt in there but Kyle doesn’t seem to be one to flirt with coworkers and it’s probably simply his competitive spirit happy to have kicked Johnny’s ass. 

You take a high swing around his ear level and he dodges easily, which is unsurprising to you. “C’mon lovie you got’a be faster than that '' He speaks lowly before dropping to the ground and sweeping your feet. Before you know it you’re in the exact same position Johnny was in just a few moments before. You feel his thick bicep wrap around your neck and his hot breath right beside your ear. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end out of fear yet also arousal.

You rub your thighs together as subtly as possible and Kyle pretends not to notice. You grip his forearm with your hands trying to pull his arm away from your neck, his grip isn’t life threatening but it’s tight enough to not give you any wiggle room. In a flash, you roll over onto your stomach, he has no choice but to follow and all of a sudden he’s on top of you and now it’s your turn to ignore his bulge pressed against your ass. Under his breath he mutters “Well this is certainly a change” right beside your ear and all of a sudden his smell is all around you, hints of cedar and coffee grounds, heavy with iron. He squeezes your legs together with his on either side of yours and it seems you’ve offered yourself more of a favor than an escape. You push back against him hard to cover it as an opportunity to get out of his hold and certainly not to unspokenly beg for something else is that general area. “Was this your plan all along?” He asks and you refuse to acknowledge what he’s implying. “My plan was to go home and shower.” He huffs as if to agree that his plans were similar. “But I couldn’t refuse your invitation.” You reply out of breath from being tossed around. You slowly stop thrashing and your body begins to relax a little and he does the same while slowly rocking forward.

“You’re quite strong for your size, if I wasn’t paying attention the sucker you threw might’ve been enough to knock me out.” He speaks quietly almost as if there’s not enough air in the room to allow him to be any louder. “I’d say the same but you already know you’re strong, there’s no use in inflating your ego any bigger than it already is.” You know it's a lie, Kyle isn’t a narcissistic person in any sense of the word but you’re hoping that just maybe if you keep talking he’ll keep inching his hips closer to yours and maybe his breath will get a little hotter for a different reason. He chuckles, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” So you both don’t but his point means nothing to you when he slowly removes his arm from your neck only to replace it with his hand. His palms are warm and his fingers are long, and you can’t help but arch your back into the touch. He looks down to see your ass mere inches from the hardon he’s sporting in his loose track pants. He wants this just as bad as you do and you have no idea how many nights he’s kept silent and simply dreamt about having you in this exact position. As much as he wants nothing more than to feel the heat radiating from between your thighs he wants you to initiate the connection, he knows the reputation of military men and even though he doesn’t see any signs of you discouraging him, he doesn’t want to assume anything. Safe for you, you can be impatient and this happens to be one of those times. You’re so close to getting what you’ve wanted for so long, shame is out the window, your brain is simply functioning on your arousal. You push your hips back and turn your head up and back to look at him. He outwardly groans seeing your face and finally getting some sort of friction between you two. “Kyle…please” You whine as he uses your throat to lightly grind his hips into yours, you’re sure there’s a wet spot showing through your pants. “Please what darling?” He asks and you just don’t have it in you to formulate any sort of sentence so you simply lean your shoulders down to the mats, deepen the arch in your back and reach a hand down between your hips and rub your fingers over the sensitive bud of nerves over the layers of your pants. “Look at you, is that all it takes or am I that special?” You can tell he’s just playing games to watch you struggle to say anything coherent and you’ll be damned if you do, damned if you don’t so fuck it. “Just for you Kyle. you’re the only one I want, i’ve ever wanted.” You huff struggling to focus on how good you’re feeling and how to get your point across. He uses his free hand to rub up your thigh to your hip around your ass. The lace of your thong peeks out of your pants and over your hips, he plays with the flimsy fabric as his free hand makes his way to your button and zipper. “Is this okay sweetheart?” He asks before you nodded excitedly for him to undo both. He slides his hand back over your hips and tucks his fingers in the belt loops of your pants. He uses the belt loops as leverage to slowly slide your pants over your hips and you hear him sigh longingly once the fabric is down to the back of your knees and he can see the mess you’ve made of yourself. “Need a little help there?” He asks again before he leans back over you and replaces your hand with his, his fingers are long enough to dip just the tips into your hole teasingly before bringing them back down to your clit. “I’ve waited far too long for you to tease me like this.” You gasp as his fingers draw slow circles around your clit with the confidence of a much sluttier man than he. “Well you’re not alone on that front, but with a woman as breathtaking as yourself, I think it’s only fair I take my sweet time savoring every moment.” He punctuates his sentence with a finger in your tight heat and you groan receiving a sliver of what you asked for, nevertheless grateful for even the small act.

You’re wet enough he could add another two fingers but he wants to take his time stretching you out for his cock. His fingers are long enough to almost reach your g-spot, you can feel him just graze it every other time he thrusts his fingers in you. You humm as he slowly turns his head to kiss around the lobe of your ear, small pecks to the edge of your jawline turning into gentle hickeys down to your collarbone. You moan when he nips your skin in a way that you’re sure will leave a mark. When you feel his teeth he shoves a second finger into your heat which makes you gasp. You sneakily reach a hand back to feel for his member and it doesn’t take long to find. He’s big, almost to his mid thigh, he’s hard as a brick too, pretty sure if he didn’t focus he’d cum the second he dipped the tip in. Which is why he wants you focused on cumming all down your thighs before you get worried about what’s between his. He speeds up his fingers curling them in a way that bumps your g-spot every single thrust, you become almost paralyzed with how good it feels. Your toes point and your grip tightens around his sweatpants pulling them down in the process, revealing his boxers which don’t leave much to the imagination. You’d be a lot more worried about seeing what you’ve done if you weren’t already so close to cumming. “Oh fuck Kyle, wait don’t stop- don’t..Uhn” You whine as you instinctively hold his wrist to keep him from going anywhere. You can feel the little ball of pleasure growing in your lower abdomen and everything Kyle is doing right now is only bringing you closer with each second. The way he’s huffing like he’s getting off on this too, how he almost sounds like he’s growling, how his teeth graze your neck in a way that makes you think he wants nothing more than to bite you. “C’mon love I know you’re gonna cum, I want to see it. I want to feel it dripping down my wrist, can you do that for me?” He mutters out and it’s exactly what you needed to just tip you over the edge. “Fuck yes yes, yes….huff yes” You call out as your vision turns white for a moment and your breath stills. “That’s it princess, that’s my girl.” You open your eyes again and slowly come down from that high, catching your breath again. He lets go of your neck and you roll over onto your with him still above you. You immediately find his eyes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Your saliva and tongues mix together in a messy perfect harmony. Despite cumming moments earlier, your hunger has barely been satiated. You still need more and he’s more than happy to give. 

“You ready for the real thing now?"

[yeyinde]

The baby trapping fics have changed my brain chemisty, they were so good 💜😭 I'd love to know if you had any headcannons for Gaz and how he'd compare to the other 3 🙏

thank you!!!! 😭

i'm working on the outline for his in between finishing up Soap's, so i def have a few! i really adore the idea of Gaz plotting something like this out from beginning to end. very methodical in his execution. cutting no corners, no stone unturned kinda thing. Price planned to an extent, but it was largely just vibes. Ghost had no plan to speak of. Soap grabs without thinking. but Gaz has everything mapped out to the finer details.

he's probably the one who has the biggest moral compass compared to the rest, but is also willing to purposefully hold up magnets to make it spin in the direction he wants. it's not necessarily nefarious. i think he just has a penchant to bend things. to test their limits. find their stress points. and this is that, but also, incredibly self indulgent. and he's aware of that. he knows what this is, and why he wants it/does it, but still goes for it.

he's craftier about it compared to the others, too. like, if the rest are just dogs, then he's definitely more of a wolf. probs not nearly as bad as Soap, but he's definitely a strong contender for second place in terms of dubious morality.

but i also think he's not as grizzled/damaged as the others, namely Price and Ghost, and so he's more willing to sit back and let things unfold when need be. pulling back to let things settle, breathe. granted, they're absolutely unfolding the way he wants them too, but if he feels a tug on the leash, he'll give you some slack. just enough, of course, to make you think you've gotten away. have space, distance, freedom. but whenever he wants, he can just pull you back to him. you'll never truly be free, but honestly—Gaz has a way of making you think everything is your choice, anyway. 

and alsoooooo. i really want to explore his temperament a bit. he seems so level headed, and mature for his age, but at the same time, so quick to anger. like it's always just kinda there under the surface. a low grade fever, in a way. and i love unraveling characters who are like that. finding their boiling point.

[ghouljams]

Fic Master List

If you’re on mobile you can search my blog using the usual au tagging structure of (AU)!(Character) and that should yield results. I will attempt to keep this list updated as well as put posts in the correct timeline order, but no promises.

Cowboy!141 Au

Cowboy!Ghost

First Post

MeetCute

On your knees

Save a horse

Morning After

Off Limits

Lowkey Stalker Ghost

Sun in Your Eyes

The Coyote

Kiss me like you miss me

Sandbagging

Pop Tabs

Not Boyfriend Material

Hands pt.1

Hands pt.2

In the Barn

So he’s a comedian

Rummy

A Hard Cry

Almost Caught

Caught

Give that man a baby

Momma’s Boy

4th of July

Taking Care like Lovers Do

Shower Trouble

Bonfire Season

Drunken Confessions

Branded

Cowboy!Price

Meet Cute

Family Fluff

Momma’s home

Cowboy!Soap

Chaos Siblings Meet

Meet Cute

Remember your vows ladies

Bourbon

Confessional

Real Cowboy Shit

Cowboy!Gaz

Loves a Mrs

Meet Cute

First Date Jitters

Cowboy!König

Meet Cute

Sharing a Saddle

One Bug

A Small Trade

Not Very Good at This

Working Overtime

Just Dinner

Piggy Smalls

Chickens

Lock your Doors

Jealous

Bee’s Expertise

Bad at Haggling

Moonshine

Bee Cracks

Broken Dam

Foals

Murder for Hire

OC Snippets

Goose’s Accident

Goose x Reader

Fae AU

Fae!Ghost (World Building #1, What the hell is Tapping, Court Standings, Tethers)

Caught

Released

No escape

Prey

Alt. Reality (escaped)

Alt. Reality (Bad End)

Do the thing

Repaid

Scent Marking

Bait

An Unfortunate Meeting

Apologize

Debts

Both Ways

Names

Stabby Stab

Owned

Playing with Tethers

Animals

Crafts

Gushing Gold

Cabbage Patch

I Guess They Can Keep It

Trio Activities

Fae!König (everyone is so mean to König all the time)

Meet Not So Cute

Banned

Liebling and Love meet

Unbanned

Your Tethers

First Date

First Kiss

Panic

Bracelets

First Time

Bitten

Iron

Aftermath

Twice Bitten

Changeling

More Changelings

Scent Marking

Mocking

Return of the Seedling

Play Stalking

Fae!Price

A potential Darling appears

The Witch

141 Places a Bet

Miss Me

Playing with Tethers

Cigars

A Bet with the Witch

The Fae Trap

Testing the Threshold

Enforcing the Threshold

Overbearing

Tapped

Knit Cap

Protected

Sweetheart

The Mimic

The Mimic (pt2)

The Mimic (pt3)

Scared

Misuse of Magic

Aftercare

Fae!Soap

Meet Cute

An Artist

Another for the Club

Drained Dry

Manic Chaos

Horror Artist

Violinist

Godmother’s Gift

A Softer Touch

A Stalker’s Approach

The Threat

Sandwiched

Fae!Gaz

A Darling a long time gone

A Creditor’s Apothecary

Happy

Fae!Valeria

Her Pet

Where you belong

Short Leash

OC Snippets

Liebling’s Sight

Non-Canon Snippets

Drunk Love

Barely a peck

Liebling Dies

Demon Darlings

Ghost

Personal Hell

Die

Feed Me

A Good Meal

Kind of Cute

Reverse Au

König (pinterest board)

Fetch

Good Girl

Desk Duty

Bitten

Soap

Hush

Sin Summer

Part 1

[codskyrimoneshots]

Big brother Ghost x little sister reader x soap

⚠️ Sad stuff, Reader crying  body shaming ⚠️

Ghost looked down at his sister y/n trying not to laugh as price got on to them with a blue glittery beard. Y/n was trying to hold a straight face as price yelled at them about how long it's going to take to get it out of his beard.

" Sorry price" y/n laughed out " it won't happen again" ghost said after his sister.

Ever since y/n join 141 her and Simon have been causing chaos to the point soap stopped drinking and eating what ghost made for him out of fear it's a trap.

Y/n's pov

Me and ghost walk out of the room after price yelled at us newbies may be scared of Simon and think he is a stone cold killer but really his is a softly... mostly " y/n?" Simon looked down at me

"Yeah?" I looked up at him then back to where I was going because if I don't see where I'm going I will walk in to a Wall and get another concussion.

" Do you think we are a little mean with the jokes we pull on the boys? I mean look at soap he can go around a corner with me without ducking for cover" he tells me as we walk outside the cool air making me shiver a little

" Yeah I think it's time we stop for a little the poor guy needs a break" I tell him

" Your just saying that because you like him" Simon says rolling his eyes and shaking his head

" So what if I do he probably thinks I'm a ass after all the pranks we have played" we sat outside talking for a few watching the sunset until price called us for dinner. Do me and Ghost go in and sit down to eat as everyone is eating Soap starts talking

" Hey y/n I have a question" soap says looking up from his plate and at me

"Yeah what's up" I ask him taking a bite out of my food

" Why do you eat so much? Your starting to get out of shape" he says with disgusted look as he looks me up and down. I started to feel insecure I only eat one meal a day maybe I put to much on my plate and I put on a few pounds. I looked down. " Im not really that hungry Ghost I will be in my room " I say getting up and putting my plate away and walked to my room trying not to cry.

Simon's pov

As my sister left the room soap was laughing with gaz thinking is a innocent Joke " oh come on Ghost do look at me like that it was a little joke she can take it" soap says when he sees me staring at him

" A little joke!? Johnny she only eats one fucking meal as it is because she already thinks she is over weight! If she so much as drops one pound more then she already has I am fucking shooting you" I yelled at him getting up and walking out

" I can't believe she liked a dick like you in the first place' I mumble under my breath but I'm pretty sure he hard me as he seemed to shut up.

I walked to y/n's door and knocked softly " y/n?" I can hear soft sobbing coming from her room.

" I'm coming in" I say pushing the door open to find her holding a cat plushie I got her when she was younger it's been her comfort item ever since.

" Am I really putting on weight?" Y/n says in a broken voice. Looking at me with tears rolling down her cheeks

" No sis you haven't he was just being a dick" I tell her pulling her in to my lap like you would a baby.

She wraps her arms around my neck. Me and her have been close for years that's the only reason I'm so soft around her. My arms safely locked around her comforting her. After about 10 minutes there was a knock at the door then soap walked in with his head down

" y/n I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that I was just trying to get you back for the pranks you did and I went to far please forgive me" he apologized it was a real apology not some fake one price made him say

Y/n was silent so I pulled her closer to me so she feels safe

" I forgive you but I don't like you right now so please leave and I'm sorry for the pranks"she replied pulling on the plushies ear soap nodded and left the room shutting the door behind him.

Me and y/n Sat in silence for a minute before she broke it " Simon can you sing to me" I looked down in surprise I haven't done that in a while " um sure what song?" I asked moving her to getting comfortable in my arms

" Welcome to wonderland the one you would sing when I had nightmares" a small smile found it's way in to my face " of course"

I grabbed her blanket and put it over her and began to sing

"Welcome to Wonderland, we've got it all

Potions and pastries that make you grow tall

Forests and cottages, castles and cards that can talk"

Y/n's breath slowed down as she fell closer to sleep.

"Welcome to Wonderland, look where you're at

Maddest of hatters, the Cheshire Cat

Magical cabins and lovely white rabbits with clocks"

Dancing through a dream underneath the stars

Laughing 'til the morning comes

Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart

Oh, Wonderland I love

Welcome to Wonderland, I'll be your guide

Holding your hand under sapphire skies

Let's go exploring or we could just go for a walk

Welcome to Wonderland, where should we go

There's a tea party along down the road

Make an appearance and maybe they'll sing us a song

Dancing through a dream underneath the stars

Laughing 'til the morning comes

Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart

Oh, Wonderland I love

Nothing around here is quite as it seems

Not sure if anything's real or a dream

And the only thing sure from the start

Is the song that's inside of your heart

Don't let it leave

If this was a dream, then at least I've got

Memories for when morning comes

Now that I must leave with a heavy heart

Oh, Wonderland I love"

[v4mpgutz]

will write:

— any reader (any race, gender etc.), fluff, angst, nsfw, character x reader, praise, degradation, parent/child (PLATONIC U CRAZIES), age gaps (not illegal) + more, dacryphilia, dub-con (depends)

CHARACTERS

— ethan landry, chad meeks-martin, billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, simon "ghost" riley, könig, johnny "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick, miguel o'hara, miles morales, hobie brown, renji abarai, orihime inoue, ichigo kurosaki, levi ackerman, eren jaeger, dallas winston + more!

won't write:

— character x oc, character x character, illegal age gaps, pedophilia, major character death, suicide, substance/alcohol abuse, incest/stepcest, rape/sa (UNLESS it is not specific and it's comfort instead of the actual thing), cheating, baby-trapping.

CHARACTERS

— peter b parker, any of the weasleys, seamus finnigan, neville longbottom, kenpachi zaraki, uryu ishida, gin ichimaru, sosuke aizen, sherri/cherry valance, steve randle, hajime kokonoi, tsukishima kei, erwin smith, reiner braun, samantha carpenter, quinn bailey + maybe others

note: just because something isn't here doesn't mean i'll write it, if you're unsure — just ask !! &lt;3

[saintheartwing]

I've decided to put this up for reference and to help not only myself remember who's who, but clear a few things up for you, dear reader. All part of my “Breaking Dawn” Invader Zim story! From left to right, starting at the top...

DIB Occupation: Student Power: Willpower Further Notes: Dilbert Membrane, little "Dibbun". He's both antagonist and protagonist like Zim in the television series "Invader Zim", and grew up with both a strong interest in the paranormal and the strange, and with a deep desire to protect the people of Earth. Even as a toddler he seemed to have a calling within him to protect the planet and those within it. He is capable of overcoming great fear, and with his strong resolution and imagination, he makes for an excellent green lantern. This brave-hearted youth grew up on "IZ-Prime", the "Base" planet of the Invader Zim youth, the Earth where all other Invader Zim universes are born from. His primary job is usually keeping Zim from experimenting on other people or unleashing some highly strange, oddly stupid and yet fiendishly clever doomsday weapon on the populace. Eventually Dib hit on an idea: Zim had managed to make himself a "friend" in Keef, who had done everything with him...and where was Batman without a Robin? He took in a charge, and recruited that slightly slow, but friendly and impressionable kid Nick whom Zim had stuck a probe in some time back. The two became an excellent team for a time until "The Incident" in which Zim crossed the line...and did something to Nick Dib would never forget...and possibly never forgive. Eventually the years went on and Zim slightly mellowed out, meaning that Dib could relax somewhat...until, that is, all of reality began to fall apart... GAZ Occupation: Student Power: Rage Further Notes: Gazeline Membrane blamed almost everybody when her mother Peggy died in a tragic lab accident. All of it was unfair blame, but she didn't care. She shut herself up in selfish desires and caprice, her rage slowly boiling underneath her like a volcano set to blow at the slightest notice. Interestingly, she began to warm up to Zim. The two had a surprising amount of things in common...the two even went to the dance together. She admits in private he "cleaned up alright". She was blushing heavily as she said this. She didn't, however, approve of what Zim did to Nick, because whilst she doesn't mind the exploitation of the stupid, the outright abuse he leveled was horrifying even to her. She tried to be nice to Nick in the hospital, giving him something of a crush on her. Being a being of revenge, private loss and fury, it's not surprising she bonded with the power of Rage, which had, at one point, been the might of Passion. Heck, she's ALL passion! ZIM Occupation: "Invader", Service Drone/Student Power: Avarice Further Notes: Zerinim, Zimmy-Wimmy, Zimri, etc, etc. You all know him. He's that short, tiny little thing who's determined to take over and/or destroy the Earth. You have to give him points for persistence, he keeps a-tryin', but his level of commitment and competence is "Team Rocket" level. Since he was little, he's been pretty much destroying everything he touches, but this isn't totally his fault. His PAK is defective, his mental processes aren't right. He's slow in some areas of development, but very bright in others, similar to that of an autistic child...obsessive and slightly anti-social behavior included. He's also never admit his deep concern for his beloved companions, mostly because he desperately clings to the inane idea that an Invader needs no one, even though he often relies on others for the "final touch" in his plan. The "incident" that happened with Nick actually struck him with so much guilt...it almost struck as hard as Dib did with that lead pipe after he snuck inside Zim's house and put Zim in a body cast for half a year. Zim's plans became less lethal and more annoying, and he began to appreciate his "friends" a bit more. He views Dib as something of an equal, and in a way, perhaps...more than that. And then...there's Gaz... GIR Occupation: Robot Power: Fear Further Notes: GIR. He's a GARBAGE-INFESTED-ROBOT! Useless as far as most robotic companions go because he's not usually taking things seriously, his head always in the clouds. And the few times he DOES focus don't last long at all. However, with the power of "Fear" flowing through him, the potential to inspire terror and impose HIS kind of order on the world brings out the dark, foul and pitiless cruelty he holds within. GIR has the potential to be even worse than Zim, and the ring focuses his inner psychopathic tendencies. GIR is very childlike...he doesn't always 'get' what he's supposed to do, or understand why things are the way they are. Yet he is also more intelligent and wise than people give him credit for, having access to fundamental truths about the universe he lives in. He understands what kind of world he's in, and has accepted that, and his role as the on-again off-again goofy sociopath. If your really are worried about him, give him something shiny. Or a lollipop. SKOODGE Occupation: Invader Power: Hope Further Notes: Invader Skoodge. No matter what terrible things happened in his life, he's always faced the future. He's remained cheery, helpful, friendly and optimistic, and therefore, it befits him to wear the robes of the Blue, wielder of the light that Hope brings. Skoodge and Zim go way back, and Skoodge considers Zim a dear friend, one of the few people who didn't treat him like a fat, useless lump. As such, he's willing to do almost anything for him, or anybody who treats him with respect and decency. He treats the revelation about the world he lives in with stoic acceptance, and doesn't raise a stink about it. Skoodge is too cool for school, baby. NOTHIN' rattles him. Plus I like this outfit the most. It's so stylish! GRETCHEN Occupation: Student Power: Love Further Notes: Gretchen has always had a huuuuge crush on Dib, admiring him and his work from afar. She eventually figured out the truth about Zim, which helped make Dib open up to her, but nobody really listened to HER either. Mostly because her braces weren't fixed yet...kids can be so cruel. But when wielding the light of Love, she's able to bring out her strongest potential, and become the brave defender that she always was inside, the sort of take-charge, admirable alien-busting girl that Dib would find his ideal. Plus, more importantly, the outfit she's wearing does NOT make her look half-naked. You're welcome. TAK Occupation: Former Invader/Current Patron of Emotion Power: Willpower Further Notes: Tessirak, or Tak, was at one point, a promising Irken training to be an Invader. She rose quickly through the ranks, impressing all of her superior officers (Red especially, he "loves that girl!")...and tragically getting trapped on her training planet when Zim caused a huge power outage in his desire to get a snack. Typical Zim. Tak got a LITTLE bit insane from that and from being forced to be a janitor for several years. She went to Earth to get her revenge and actually befriended Dib somewhat, but ultimately she lost against Zim and his "friends", and was sent out into space. Her old comrade who still had a great gentlemanly (and slightly romantic) concern for her, Darth, had a fellow comrade go pick her up upon hearing of her plight, and she was almost dead...if not for the fact that her Will was keeping her alive, beyond even her PAK, beyond anything else. This strong Will was what transformed her into the Patron of Willpower, and she bonded to Jayd when he arrived to aid her. Tak is very resolute and intelligent, and always follows through on her plans. She's clever as can be, and over time, developed a dear fondness for Dib and her host, Jayd, who views himself as a Knight, with her as his queen to protect. I like the way her design came out quite a lot, truth be told. She's so streamlined and stylish! I was tempted to give her a cape, truth be told. But like the movie "The Incredibles" said...no capes! JAYD Occupation: Medic Power: Willpower Patron: Tak Further Notes: Jayd was and always has been a lucky, lucky guy. He, like the others in Senior's care, found something fascinating about Earth Culture. Unlike the others though, this fascination came from comics. Ideals like justice and morality hit home with him, and he became fascinated by the tales in comics like "Superman", "X-Men" and, his personal favorite...Green Lantern. It could be the result of his programming: after all, he WAS encoded as a medic, helping the sick and injured and helpless is in his "blood". So was it the entity of Willpower, heroism and courage embodied, that he picked..or did it pick HIM? Either explanation makes sense, and that's what I'm leaving it at. Jayd is the heroic Irken that strives to be courageous and noble, the honorable warrior, a flame of chivalry that can't be blown out. The power of Will requires a living being to manifest, and it's representative is always changing based around who has the mightiest will in its presence. It was Tak that gained it, having the ability to overcome great fear, and she, in turn, bonded to Jayd after he was sent to rescue her courtesy of her dear old comrade, Darithil. With her indomitable will and his deep moral code, the two are a good fit. And I really like the wreathe he wears atop his head. It's a nice touch. MAHT Occupation: Service Drone Power: Compassion Patron: Fiyvr Further Notes: Maht's always been used all his life. Be he a tool of a general, being forced to sweep floors at a diner or being stuck bussing drinks, he's never had his own will. But he doesn't totally care. What he DOES care about is being able to be of some help or use to others. He accepts his lot in life because, for the most part, he feels he can do the most good in whatever position he happens to be in. Gaining the sympathetic light of Compassion and becoming wielder of the Indigo Light enabled him to be of even greater assistance to others. Maht, like the others, found a deep liking of Earthling ways. He finds the different races and cultures fascinating, and has a deep personal enjoyment of food from the small blue planet, especially if it's deep fried or contains cheese. Fiyvr, his patron, is from the world of Wahshyd Dawhn, and was a renowned prophet and seer. He's always happy to lend a hand in solving somebody's problems, and to be a shoulder to cry on...even if he's physically short on both accounts. Curse his lack of opposable thumbs! Still, Maht might be pretty much a rug for others to walk all over on, but he's a very HELPFUL rug, and a reliable type...and he'll still try and give the best hug he can when somebody's feelin' down. DITE Occupation: Elite Invader Power: Passion/Rage Patron: Chulainn Further Notes: Dite likes to be seen as strong. She handles fights like a man, handles anger like a man, and fights dirty like a man. All of her inner anger though, stems from personal loss. She loved someone once, many, many years ago, and gave her all for him. But the Empire let him rot. For that...she would never forgive them. And she adopted a gung-ho attitude similar to her beloved's personality. It is grief that fuels the greatest rage, and so Chulainn, who endured great pain in HIS life, naturally bonded to her and others who felt great suffering. He originated on Earth like Psyche and Jourmungdr, and his appearance changed to better fit his new nature. Dite has a deep love of the kind of "gritty and dark" action stories that Earth has. I'm talkin' "Bloodgun" or "Punisher" type stories. She really, REALLY likes making sure people get what they deserve. And get. And get some more. So yeah...she's a bloodthirsty vigilante with a tragic past. Never seen THOSE before! :roll" MIYUKI Occupation: Former Tallest, Current Resisty Leader and Television Personality Power: Hope Patron: Psyche Further Notes: Psyche comes from Earth like Chulainn and Joumungdr, and when Chulainn stood for passion, the two were very close. If one has hope and faith in the future, one should live passionately, living life to its fullest, unafraid. Furthermore, she likes poetry. His poetry. Yeah, weird relationship. Miyuki has had several weird relationships in HER life too. Darithil considers her a mother figure, to Senior, she was the "big sister" type boss, as dear as family, and to Spork she was an annoying wife that he felt he always had to drag around, like she was a nagging ball and chain and he was a prisoner on a chain gang. Of course, his biggest concern was usually whether the camera was getting his good side, whilst she cared more about, y'know, food shortages, the fate of physical defectives and whether or not the Meekrob would nuke her people. She lost almost all hope when Zim's creation, the Infinite Energy Absorbing Blob ate her, and was forced to maintain her consciousness and what little was left of her body by consuming living beings along with Spork. However, she held onto the idea that one day she could return, and bring her people out of darkness. She represents living hope...the hope that one day, the Irken people could be good and noble, if only they had the right person to show them the way...and she sure knows how to dress, woo! Her outfit is my favorite out of all the girls. It's so regal and dignified! FEYR Occupation: Consular (Interrogator) Power: Love Patron: Jourmungdr Further Notes: Most would be surprised that the power of Love is exemplified by a patron that's a giant snake which used to be a Norse monster, and represented by cannibalistic Irkens dressed in vaguely transsexual armor. Well the thing is, their love almost borders on obsession. Love is deep and complicated, and though usually innocent in intent, it has a bad tendency of not realizing that it's lost sight of the rest of the world...and lost its grip on logic. Consulars are all psychics, and their power has been manipulating Irk for generations. They seek to save Irk from "itself", feeling that the idea that "invaders need no one" is inane. If they didn't need anybody or anything, the Tallest wouldn't give them SIRs. Wouldn't give them PAKs. They love their planet and love other alien races, and not merely for dinner, either. They just have a tendency to get...carried away. Feyr is no exception. He wines and dines all he interrogates, and views shrinking and swallowing them as a high honor, keeping them safe forever, embedded in the crystals he generates with his power, safe until the day Irk is ready to accept love, and by extension, the right of other races to live freely. He's charming and sweet, but also very manipulative and cold-hearted when he wants to be. But what else could you expect from a slightly sociopathic cannibal? XEIL Occupation: Communications Officer Power: Intelligence/Fear Patron: Nollij (aka Panyck), co-bonded with Spork Further Notes: Xeil's problem isn't that she's an egotistical, proud, narcissistic bitch. The problem is that it's a front. The problem is that she could be better, and WAS better. She had a personality her own, which befits her station. Most communication officers are good at listening, can "hear beyond". She was no exception... But Xeil lost herself in her job too easily, and forgot how to feel. She was hearing what others said...but she stopped listening. She lost the zest she had for her job. Panyck is much the same. At one point, he was Knowledge made manifest, the pride and joy of his home planet, but he lost himself in HIS job, and became a fascist, a dictator who worshipped fear. He views it as the best way to establish real order, and that not knowing fear is utter insanity. Admittedly, he might have a point. SOME fear is necessary, some caution is always needed in life...but inflicting fear on others needlessly is something he began to enjoy, when once before he sought to instruct others on what was to be feared rather than being the thing feared. However a piece of his true self remains, brought out by Spork, who has had a long time to think about his own rule, and Xeil, who will, with time, remember HER true self...and why she chose to be a communications officer in the first place. PEECH Occupation: Guard Power: Diligence/Avarice Patron: Pyrsist Further Notes: Pyrsist didn't take a new name, but she focused more on getting stuff than getting stuff DONE. Peech's love of Earth culture is centered around things that can best be summed up in a single word...shiny. Shiny shiny shiny! A brand new shiny thing, that's her favorite object in all the world! She keeps most hidden in her backpack/jetpack, but usually you can hear it all jingling. She likes stealing things out of people's pockets and purses and the like, being something of a kleptomaniac. Peech believes in looking regal and elegant and beautiful, and that more jewels equal more happiness. In short, she's a petty, selfish little brat...she and Pyrsist deserve each other. At one point, Pyrsist was a hard-working citizen of Avianos, but that went out the window when she became Mistress of the Orange Light. Peech is also a huge fan of Earth fashion and likes imitating what's "in" on the planet. Were she a guy, she'd have no problem wearing things like dark biker jackets or cowboy hats. She believes full-heartedly in the right to choice, she sees nothing wrong with letting Irkens be free to dress how they want, and is witty enough to debate her point of view well. To Peech, Wiyn was more than a friend growing up. But when Peech tried to give her the love she felt...Wiyn couldn't give it back. Wouldn't give it back. So she sought to fill the void with junk. She went from being a deep, poem-writing romantic to a shallow valley girl. She didn't have to be that way... NICK. E. ODEON Occupation: Student Power: Death Patron: Himself Further Notes: He's a tragedy. He was eager-to-please. He wanted to satisfy the people who showed him attention and support. He wanted to make others happy and bonded instantly to somebody who he felt was "in need of a friend". But then Zim did the unspeakable, and he went from being childlike in heart to being childlike in mind and interests as well. He has problem getting dressed...tying his shoes. That's not his real hair. It's actually a wig. His old hair kinda...rotted off after... ...erm...well, at one point, he was Dib's comrade and friend. His solider. But Dib couldn't help him...and Dib didn't avenge him. He put Zim in a body cast for six months...but "Nick" never was the same. Ultimately, it's sort of unsurpriisng that he ended up being the Black Entity. He doesn't just blame Invader Zim for his pain. He blames the universe he's in for creating Invader Zim the way he is. He blames the people that made Zim ZIM. And he's gonna make them pay for making so flawed a universe. He views Zim and the universe of Invader Zim irredeemably flawed and better off dead because of all the immorality, cruelty and terrible tragedies that it and its alternate universes spawn. The problem is that he fails to see the good that can be found within, because he refuses to see any other part of IZ. In choosing to focus on one part, albeit a large one, of the realm, he ignores all the rest of it and doesn't get a clear enough view. He doesn't fully"get" Zim, even though he says he does. And yes. He is every bit as representative of you-know-what as you think he is. But it's not his fault. He just doesn't know any better. He's just trying to do what he thinks is best. WIYN Occupation: Elite Grunt Power: None, unless you count being a bitch. Patron: None, unless maybe Satan is her secret benefactor... Further Notes: Wiyn is every horrible, cruel, sadistic, by-the-book bitchy jackass that we've met. She will always stick to the rules but only if she thinks they fit her standards. She forces everyone to fit her standards and will blast anybody that doesn't, and instead of reasonable discussion, she prefers cruel words and violence. Wiyn was, at one point, a dearly beloved comrade of Xeil, and then some. But Wiyn refused to open her heart. Instead, it shriveled up. Don't set her up with a boyfriend. She's married to her work! She's proud, narcissistic, vain, ignorant of others feelings and apathetic to the suffering of innocents. In a word, she's evil. She's a constant whiner about what is or isn't "right" for an Irken to do because she looked into the Untempered Schism, seeing all the truths of her universe. As such, she considers herself a "true Irken" and anybody remotely different from her mold, even if they just have an unusual eye color or like wearing, say, a striped outfit, MUST DIE! She's a good representative of the part of the fandom that I hate...the ones that obsess over what's truly "canon" and what's not, and who have no tolerance or compassion for anybody or anything that stretches outside their boundaries. They've got little tolerance for the fandom and refuse to recognize what it brings to Invader Zim. I have no respect for Wiyn or what she represents. I yearn for the day when she will be turned into an AVOCADO. For those of you who get this inside joke...you know who you are. You rock. SENIOR, aka Nick Grey

Occupation: Senior Communications Officer Power: Life Patron: Sude Further Notes: Nick's Irken Form, now given a true name, "Senior". He's the oldest and most experienced communications officer on the Massive, and considers himself the "Safety Net" to those on the ship. He's there for its crew, to lend a helping hand, a pair of arms to lift them up, a shoulder to cry on. He's always been kind-hearted and harmonious, with a deep love of Earth music. It's no surprise the Entity of Life, Sude of the Planet Allforce, bonded to him. Sude's story is much like Senior's. He was happy with his life. He was upstandingly moral, kindhearted and believed in doing good...and he loved, LOVED music, always having a song in his heart. But in refusing to listen to the Force of Fate, he learned that whilst such forces might not dictate what it is we are destined to do, it's not a good idea to not just disregard the words of a force of nature. Sude's devoted to protecting and supporting life, and will spend the rest of his existence forever making up for his failure. Just like Senior, Sude will always be fighting. But Senior is less of an "immortal". He's been saving the many universes in the I-Z realm for years now, and he feels he was never truly given a choice, given an unfair deal. Ultimately though, his desire to do the right thing made him chose to keep up the fight, realizing that one should never put selfish desires above doing good, no matter how seemingly innocent those desires might be. Senior's come a long way, but at last, his true form is revealed. He is a superhero, meant to embody an ideal, an ideal of humanity brought to Irk, a blessed gift that other Irkens can learn from. I guess he was always going to become a superhero one way or another...he was just such a perfect fit. Plus, I really, REALLY like the new outfit he's got now. It looks damn good on him. Now he'll be fighting injustice and cruelty through the IZ-Realm and in style! White goes well with EVERYTHING.

[yeyinde]

As I shuffle in shyly I would also like to throw a coin in the well for this series....baby trapping Gaz. Only it's Reader that tries to baby trap him, wanting this sweet, gentleman of a man to turn into a daddy and tries to do it secretly and subtly. But we all gloss over that Gaz learns from Price, has the same brand of feral in his veins that he hides under all that good, and you aren't as subtle as you think you are but it feeds his monster all the same to play the game. Okay, thank you for letting me share my thots, I'm gonna go scream into my pillow now.

ohhhh, yes!! one of my favourite manipulation tropes is when someone discovers a plan/intentions almost immediately but lets the other person continue on, influencing them from the sidelines. it's truly impeccable. i don't know if i'd be able to pull it off fully since this involves a lot of distance to work and i tent to get too introspective/omnipotent for surprising twists, but i really like the idea of Gaz pulling strings behind the scenes. i think this angle works perfectly with a lot of the ideas i have of Gaz.

also. the parallels between him and Price could be super fun to explore especially since Price was sort of bested at his own game. much to think about!!