#kyle garrick x yn

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The Perfect Husband | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request Gaz with the prompt 60 "It's cold, and I want a cuddle"

Thanks ❞

: ̗̀➛ Gaz is always happy when he comes home, but ever since marrying you, he's always been his happiest when he's there.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

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Two years, six months, eight days and five hours. That’s how long you and Gaz had been married upon him walking through the door after his latest deployment; for six months, seven days, and two hours, he had been gone.

But he was here now, although he looked tired and worn down, large bags under his eyes and a slightly hazy look in his eyes as he fought back the urge to yawn. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and allowing the scent of home to welcome him.

Fresh coffee, the sound of the kettle just and just turning on again, the warmth from radiators that had been turned on for hours; he smiled, dumping his bag and hanging his cap on the hook next to your thick Winter coat.

Humming under his breath, he kicked his bag to the side so it couldn’t be tripped over, and made his way to the kitchen; the light was on, although he could see why you had not come to the door to greet him just yet.

Headphones sitting firmly on your head as you hummed to yourself; Gaz immediately knew the tune - one of the songs by a band you both liked - Fields of Verdun, by Sabaton.

Gaz knew what to do as he slowly put his arms around you, pulling your back flush to his chest; it took you all of a single second to recognise him, pushing your headphones down and around your neck before gently cradling his face in your hands as you smiled.

You couldn’t help it, letting your eyes roam his features for a moment, taking note of how he seemed so age so much and how he seemed so fucking tired. He would regain his youth every time he came home, and then lose it all again the moment he went back to war; but that was how it had always been for soldiers.

It would never change.

You would have to make the most of what little time you got with him, you knew that, but even as you held him so close, you could already tell that he was slowly slipping through your fingers; a lifetime together would not be enough.

“Hello, mouse,” he whispered, a faint grin on his lips. Dark brown eyes holding little golden halos where the light hit the top of his irises.

You licked your lips as you smiled, wanting to roll your eyes at the stupid pet name; you could still remember the day he started saying it, after you had trapped and released a mouse at the 141’s base. It still made you laugh; all their expertise and their intelligence put together, and none of them were able to catch a tiny little mouse.

“Hi, cariad,” you murmured, letting one hand slip to the back of his neck. “How was it getting back?”

Gaz hummed, leaning into your touch as he relaxed, the tension falling from his shoulders visibly. “It was alright. Price stunk the car out with his posh fags because he refuses to open the window, Ghost kept changing the radio station, Farah was asleep so she didn’t do nothing, not really.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head with such fondness that you couldn’t quite fathom it yourself. “How long did they make you drive?”

“Only from the airport to the first town,” he admitted. “After that, Price did the rest.”

“Good,” you said softly, kindly. “How you feeling?”

Gaz allowed himself to slump into you, resting his forehead against your shoulder and dropping his arms from your waist; he closed his eyes, leaning into you and letting all of his weight rest against you. You didn’t even flinch.

“Fuckin’ knackered,” he rumbled, voice like thunder. Harsh and lazy. “And it’s cold, and I want a cuddle, and I want a cuppa and… I just wanna  be home for all of five fucking minutes.”

“You’re home now,” you told him softly, running your hand up and down his back. “Why don’t you have a fag, have a cuppa, then get in the shower, get your pyjamas on, and snuggle down with me?”

He hummed as he smiled, nodding slowly as he tried to bite back the urge to let out a long and eye watering yawn. “Fancy watching a film and getting a Chinese?”

You grinned as you pushed him away slightly, just enough to gently press a kiss to his lips that left him wanting more. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Gaz nodded, daring to steal another kiss as he pulled away; he instinctively knew where the tobacco, filters and papers were, and set to work rolling two cigarettes whilst you prepared him a quick cup of tea.

Earl grey, black, no sugar. The way he always liked it, especially with the bag left in.

You thanked him with another gentle kiss when he swapped a cigarette for the cup of tea, and quickly pulled out your phone as you looked at what takeaways were open.

“Our favourite’s doing delivery,” you pointed out, leaning into his side.

Gaz leaned back into you, taking a quick look. “What’d you fancy?”

“Chow mein and fried rice, half and half,” you started, “curry sauce, sweet ‘n sour sauce… maybe some spring rolls?”

“You know me better than anyone,” he breathed out with a grin and a curt laugh. “Portion of cheesy chips as well?”

“I knew I married you for the right reasons,” you joked quietly, adding it to the order. “Couple of fritters for afters?”

“Always!” Gaz scoffed, playfully smacking your arm as you laughed while he giggled. “How long until it gets here?”

You took a quick look, then shrugged. “Enough time for you to have a shower and get your pyjamas on.”

“Get yours on as well,” he told you gently. “We’ll camp out in the front room for the night, watch some shit telly, pig out.”

You pulled him in for a quick kiss, grinning against his lips. “You’re the perfect husband, Kyle, y’know that, right?”

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Male reader who is poly relationship with the tf141! While someone is flirting with the reader and.. reader is just straing, does not know anything he maybe a cold dude in reality he thinks about sleep.

While the tf141 saw him and some radom guy they all got jealous. Male reader seeing the tf141 and thinking like "holy shit of mother sleep im dead and I does not know how to make this guy to not speak with me awww man"

And that random guy hugged male reader this makes tf141 go wild, male reader saw that, when the random guy leaves the room, male reader heart beat is rasing.

Probably male reader after that random guy leaving: 🤐

And the tf141 will be: 🤬

Poor [Name] his ass is going to be on trouble.

Next day:

[Name] has.. just too much bite marks from his fellow lovers in neck, thighs.

[Name] can't walk also cause he got ravaged by his four lovers same time.

The tf141 have to help [Name] to ease his pain what happen last night 😏

Like: Price making soup for [Name] and soap rubbing [Name]'s thighs to ease the pain and ghost constaly telling praise and gaz let [Name] put his hoodie and cuddle [Name]

They all end in cuddle pie. How cute.

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader.

Gaz and you were friends during your childhood and teenage years, such a surprise when you find him out of the building where you're working.

PT2

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, maybe is not good enough but I had the idea stuck in my head.

You were late, just at the worst time your car decided to not work, the bus was late too, the subway was having electric problems, you were running through the town, you changed your clothes in a public bathroom close to the building where you will be working.

You're wearing black, you have a gun and pocket knives, some tissues and more, just in case something goes wrong, suddenly, someone collided with you.

- Fuck! Look where you're going asshole!

You started to pick your notebooks, laptop, ipad, cellphone and all the stuff you had on your hands without looking at the stranger who decided to make your day more difficult.

- Y/N?

That voice...

You looked up, is he...? No, there's no way but... Those brown eyes, that black hair, that smile... He kneeled down to help you without leaving eye contact, you're still shocked, you could expect anyone else but him.

- Garrick? Kyle Garrick?

- Yeah! The legend.

You laughed, both stood up and he handed you all the rest of your things.

- Oh my god! Years without seeing or knowing something about you man!

- I Know, I was going to say the same!

- Look at you! Oh lord! You look amazing, you look pretty much better than I remember.

- I always was attractive, I'm just like the Wine, Y/n

- ha-ha! If you say so!

- Where you were going?

You realized you were going somewhere and you were going late.

- holy shit! I have to... Oh... I actually... This is where I was going.

You pointed at the building in front of you, Kyle looked at you and then the building.

- Do you work here?

- Ah... Yeah! I... I do, home office but today they asked me to come, it's an emergency or something.

- What's your job here Y/n?

- oh, you know, I always was a nerd, computers, operative system, security and technologies.

- oh right! I remember my grades at the end of school were magically fixed, thanks to you!

- Yes, my first time hacking something, the system at school, was really funny!

You were so happy to see Kyle, you and him were good friends when you were young, you remember the afternoons after school wasting time at the park, or the lake, parties with your brother's friends, Kyle and you always causing troubles, always side by side, life was good.

- What about you Garrick, I lost your steps after our last summer...

- I joined the army. I shouldn't say it loud but I'm working right now actually

- Ohh, well...You always loved the adrenaline...

- I know, it made me well, I'm working all the time and sometimes I want to take a break but... I love my job, I can't complain.

-Same, ahhh I... I still remember that last summer, you know?

You're not lying, you remember every moment of that last summer, you remember the last time you saw him, things stayed in the air, you wanted to talk about what happened But welcome back to reality, your smartwatch alarm remembered that you needed to run.

- Fuck, fuck... Sorry, Kyle has been a nice moment and I would love to keep talking but I have to go, ok? I'll see you... Around I hope!

- For sure...

You didn't give him time to finish, you ran to the building, nobody paid attention to you, no one noticed the cameras stopped to work, and no one asked you to show your credentials. You took the elevator to the penultimate floor. As soon as you arrived you walked directly to the first door, "Security systems", as you supposed, there's a numeric keypad block.

Easy, you already have that information, you hacked a part of the system. «5-8-9-6-2-7» «access granted».

You took a seat and started to work, all the information from this company was now in your hands inside an external hard drive. You made a call.

- Sir, I have the information you requested, send the money and my transport.

- Well done darling, the transport is on the way. Go to the building's roof, you will find a parachute, use it... Oh! And don't forget to do the other thing, a car will be waiting for you near to the park.

You've been doing this for years, you're a hacker, working in a private company "les hiboux" (the owls). You don't care about the information You're taking, you only care about the payment.

You never had troubles, but, as today you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, troubles were on the way.

Kyle was actually saying the truth, he was working, him and the boys were trying to find the person who had been hacking and selling important information, he was still waiting for someone suspicious.

- Gaz. Who was that?

- Just an old friend Soap. Focus.

- Well, your friend works in that building, casually works with the security...

- I know, I heard it too Ghost.

-And Is the only one who got inside since we arrived.

- Yes, so what?

- Gaz... What if your friend is the person we're trying to capture?

The Captain's question woke Up Kyle's curiosity, he started to repeat inside his head every second of the conversation, you weren't wearing clothes for a job In a company like that, you brought a lot of things with you, every pocket in your clothes looked suspiciously full of stuff, you didn't know where exactly the building was located, you weren't specific about your job in the place. Everything was suspicious.

Kyle finally realized, you're definitely suspicious, he ran inside the building.

- Kyle! Wait!

- Cap, you're right, we have to capture now!

Each one started to work on his part of the plan, Kyle was on the elevator, when he arrived at the floor he only saw you coming out of the room, you had a bottle on your hand, he knew perfectly what it was, a Molotov.

- Y/N Put that thing down, now!

You looked at him, panicked, you really weren't expecting Kyle pointing at you with a gun. You threw the Molotov away, specifically to the security room and ran, Kyle was running behind you.

- Captain, evacuate everybody! There's fire!

- Copy! Soap, come with me, Ghost do you have visibility?

- on the way!

- Good visibility, the target it's running to the roof, I request permission to shoot.

- Do it if it's necessary, Gaz, go for the target, we don't want to hurt or kill it!

- Copy!

You ran and opened the door, you locked it with the first object you saw close to you, and as your boss promised, a parachute was waiting for you, you were putting it on you when you heard someone trying to open the door, you were distracted looking at the door when a Bullet passed close enough to your cheek, cutting you.

«Y/N! Open the fuckin' door, they will shoot you, I can protect you, open it, let's talk about this! For the old times!»

- I'm so sorry Kyle, this is my Job and is more important than what happened in the past.

Bullets were running in every direction, they didn't want to hurt you, but you know if you stay and don't complete the task, you will be dead before the sunset.

«Y/N! Please! We can fix this! Do it, for that last summer kiss!»

You were now ready to jump... Kyle opened the door, now he's in front of you, you stopped, for a second that memory of your kiss popped up, a thousand of "what if" invaded you, you considered to stay, two other men appeared behind Kyle. No, you will not lose your head just for an old summer love, the sirens of the fire truck, alarms, and the ringtone of your phone brought you back.

- Bye, Kyle Garrick.

You simply jumped, Kyle ran trying to catch you, but the only thing he did, was see your parachute opening and taking you away. Price and Soap appeared at his side, now all of them are watching you landing not so far, you're running trying to lose yourself in the traffic.

- won't go further, let's go guys!

Kyle didn't even know how he went back to the streets, one second he was on the roof and the next one he was running on the streets looking for you, the world was spinning faster, how could you? Kyle was feeling sick, his friend from childhood and teenage years was now a criminal, his first love, was now escaping from him.

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Dating Gaz

✎: expect more gaz content from me bbs!!💕😘

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Kyle “Gaz” Garrick.

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Bf!Gaz kills the spiders around the house for you... evilly. He’d catch them, squash it in a tissue, and just as he’s about to toss it in the bin, he’d playfully chase you around with it before actually throwing it away, leaving you locked away in your bathroom, over exaggeratively heaving with your knees to your chest.

Bf!Gaz loves teasing you, it’s just another one of those things you need to get used to. You accidentally made a big spill in the kitchen, resulting in Gaz teasing you before helping you clean it up. In the midst of his laughter, you retorted with a playful “Shut up,” as your face flushed.

“Make me,” he replied, still as smug and cocky as ever.

And in that moment you remembered something very important - he’s ticklish.

“Okay,” you casually responded, steadily approaching him with an uncontainable grin. You made your move, tickled the life out of him and giggled at the sight of him suffering and practically dying - all from being tickled. He was clutching his stomach - the most tickle-sensitive area - whilst irrepressibly wheezing. You loved and grasped onto any opportunity to make or hear him laugh, it was all so pure and natural; melodic and fulfilling. You found yourself beaming at his chuckling.

Bf!Gaz doesn’t want his princess to lift a single muscle, he wants you to leave the harder jobs to him.

Today, you decided to be independent in building your desk from IKEA. You denied his volunteering each and every time to prove your ‘mechanical skills’:

“Y’sure you don’t need help?” Gaz asked, leaning on the doorway.

You didn’t answer for a moment as you were hyper-focusing on the manual with writing a few fonts too small, and you’re also sure the instructions are written in a foreign language.

“Yeah, I got it,” you replied, slightly unsure. Your confidence in the task at hand would deteriorate each time you denied his help. You were so used to him doing everything for you, you couldn’t help but feel bad and at least try give it a shot. He did make it seem effortless, after all.

“More power to you, princess.” He said, disappearing into the living room and leaving you to it.

He knew he would return a few seconds later just to watch this fabricated construction site like this was the most amusing thing. Random screw drivers were scattered across the floor, the manual was torn to pieces out of frustration, and you were defeatedly tugged at your hair before groaning. He passive aggressively cleared his throat, announcing his availability.

“I think can do it… I think,” you said, thinking you were getting somewhere by screwing some random, small metal thingy into a hole that it didn’t even fit before huffing exasperatedly.

“And how’s that going for ya?”

Bf!Gaz shows you off, if you love it or hate it - you’re his girl and the entire world’s going to know if he’s by your side. Either telling his boys about you, boldly wrapping his hand around your waist or taking an uncountable amount of pictures of you. He loved you, he was going to make sure everyone knew that. You were admittedly a bit nervous at being showered in his constant attention and affection, but you eventually grew used to it.

Bf!Gaz is the ‘human dumpster’ of the relationship. Either if you’re dining out or having dinner, the moment you utter a “Babe, ‘m too full to finish my food,” he grabs your plate and laps it up for you.

“Are you sure you’re going to finish all that?” Gaz asked, watching you walk into the living room with a platter full of nachos and guacamole for movie night.

“Duhh,” you replied, earning an unsure look from Gaz in return. And as predicted, you were full after popping only a few of them in your mouth. You already had dinner before this uncontrollable nacho craving. You don’t know what made you act on it but it surely was a dumb decision and Gaz saw this coming from a mile away.

He laughed before finishing them for you as you engulfed yourselves into some Netflix show you guys decided to put on.

There was also this one time where you unknowingly got some BBQ sauce on your inner thigh as you were eating. You were confused when you saw him crouching down before you and licking it off, making you laugh when you finally realised what he was doing and playfully nudging him off.

“What?” he chuckled, wiping the side of his face as some of the sauce somehow landed there, “can’t waste it, can I?”

(Bonus canon: We all know that ‘bad slice’ of bread that’s constantly avoided like the plague - the weirdly shaped final slice. He’d eat that one for you as he watched them linger whenever new packs of bread where bought. It always confuses him as to why you did this as they all tasted the same, anyways).

Bf!Gaz is used to you being all flirty with him, but he still falls for it merely every time. You catch him by surprise with how creative you can get with it at times:

“Is that seat taken?” you asked, walking up to him. He was in the living room, watching some rowdy football match. He only looked up at you confused and shrugged his shoulders, “…what seat?” Little did he know his confused expression was soon going to chance to a shocked and amused one.

You sat on his lap and wrapped an arm around his neck, studying his facial expression to see if he caught onto your little joke. It took him a little while - but he got it soon enough.

Bf!Gaz playfully humps you or slaps your ass whenever you bend over to pick anything up. And so one day, you returned the favour; doing the exact same thing to him when he bent over to pick something up. Don’t get me wrong - he was caught a little off guard by you full on humping him at first. But dry humping each other anytime either of you guys bent over was now your inside joke!! (How wholesome <3)

Bf!Gaz is used to being told what to do, mostly because decision making is a bit irrational. Like tell this man what to do and he’d listen for you, either with a “yes ma’am” or a jokey salute. And he better be expecting a “I’m not mad, just disappointed” from you whenever he does something really dumb.

Bf!Gaz uses your boobs like they’re plush pillows. Not always in a completely sexual way, it’s just his go to when you guys cuddle. Either gently laying on them or kneading them whilst you stroke his hair - he always simply put it as, “you can’t get this quality with regular pillows.” You could be laying on the couch and he’s suddenly on top of you and using them as pillows.

Bf!Gaz loves going out with you. The days where you spent all day exploring your city always start off with you guys doing something simple, like dining out. It expectedly transitions into visiting some place you’ve both been meaning to go, to having a picnic, to watching the sunset then stargazing.

Bf!Gaz makes you breakfast in bed. It’s always so delicious (and nutritious - can’t forget the nutrients). It’s an amazing way to start your morning, the bread’s toasted and buttered to perfection and he knows how to whip up a yummy smoothie. He’s a total health enthusiast so expect him to sneak some fruits in there, too. He makes those açai bowls alongside his breakfast if he has the time to. Give this man a random mix of fruits and he’d have a delicious smoothie ready for you both in no time. You’re so happy you have your own personal five star nutritionist and chef to bring you a healthy, amazing breakfast.

Bf!Gaz was your professional and personal coach when it came to the gym. He’d either get your water bottles, recommend techniques, help with your form and do anything to help you. Especially with him being in the military, he’s a great help.

Bf!Gaz does the most only to get a minute of your attention. You’d act as if you couldn’t hear him just to have his absolute lover boy of a man practically begging for you. He’d lift you upon your kitchen’s countertop and make you look at him before you both erupt into giggles and share yet another wholesome moment together.

Bf!Gaz’s body is littered in bite marks because of your unique love language; biting. Your drawn to the feeling of sinking your teeth onto his forearm out of pure boredom and just saying there like a clingy vampire.

“You having fun there?” he asked, surprisingly not moving his arm to interrupt your little ‘Dracula’ session. You only bit him harder in response to his rhetorical question.

“Ow.”

Bf!Gaz is a massive dog person, probably the biggest dog person you’ll ever meet. He knows every dog breed off by heart, blindfolded (and probably by only feeling their fur). His outgoing, extroverted personality doesn’t falter when he approaches people in dog parks to ask to pet their dogs. You guys are even considering adopting one and adding a cute, furry addition to the family.

Bf!Gaz left some of his shirts around while he was on leave, so you used them as your pillowcase whenever you missed him - which was practically all the time. He always smelt so good, and you get flashbacks to the fun, intimate and joyous memories you shared all from smelling a peace of fabric; it’s a win-win. You don’t know whatever body wash or cologne he was using but there’s something that’s so uniquely him that’s engulfed in his shirts. You having a better time sleeping when he’s the last thing on your mind before you sleep, and the first thing on your mind when you wake up.

*-.Masterlist.-*

Soap Version

König Version

Ghost Version

Price Version

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—LOVERBOY

pairing: kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader

contains: fluff, hc format, kyle being the best lover ever, implications that you and kyle live together, no mentions of yn, mentions of injuries, brief mentions of an asshole past relationship, kyle treating you the way you deserve and more

summary: kyle learns his girlfriend is a figure skater

wc: 879

a/n: kyle my beloved

a/n 2: requested <3 | this isn’t as long as i want it to be :((

when you two started dating, he was (and still is!) the purest, more beautiful, gentlemen ever.

im talking opening doors for you, treating you to your favorite things (even if you didn’t ask for them) just to see you smile

“here, got your favorite,” he’d say while behind you, shaking an arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

a tiny box was placed next to you on the counter where you stood in front of the stove, watching the pasta boil. the box was the type of thing that contained small things like a muffin or a cupcake. it had a small bow at the top as well.

“you didn’t have to get me anything,” you turn your head slightly to the side to see his growing smile, and you can’t help but reciprocate it.

“didn’t have to, i know.” he says while turning you around with his hands on your hips. “wanted to.” he rests his forehead on yours and smiles at seeing your smile. then his lips meet yours.

he was surprised at first, when he asked you about your hobbies, and you said figure skating.

but he was happier than the happiest man alive because his lover was a figure skater.

“i figure skate.” you say, flipping a page of your book. you hear silence for a moment, then hurried footsteps to your place on the couch.

you look up and see kyle in all his glory staring at you with a surprised expression on his face.

“you figure skate?” he asks walking the length of the couch to reach you. When he does, he squats in front of you and places his hands on your thighs. firm.

“i do, yeah,” you say worriedly, slowly closing your book and meeting his eyes. “why? is that—is that bad? i mean—”

“bad?” he looks at you as if you’d just told him the sky was green. “love, that’s amazing, what do you mean bad?”

now you are the one surprised. yes, kyle wasn’t your first lover, but the one before him was nothing like him. he was rude and got mad when you mentioned you figure skate. saying it was extremely expensive and wasn’t willing to keep you afloat with his money after you spent all yours on figure skating fees.

“nothing, i just,” you avert your eyes to your lap and start playing with his fingers on your thighs. “just thought that you would want me to . . .”

“quit?” he finishes for you. he reaches a hand out to your chin and uses it to guide your face to meet his. “darling, figure skating is an art, it’s beautiful. why would i make you quit something you love?”

he’d be your number one (in everything)

would go to each and every one of your practices, competitions, etc.

would video, take pictures, everything.

“wait come back, the lighting is really good here. perfect”

wouldn’t even think to care, if you did or didn’t win gold. if you won gold, you’d get a trip to your favorite restaurant. if you didn’t win gold, a trip to your favorite restaurant.

“my girl won gold,” he says wrapping an arm around your waist and laying his hand on your hip.

“gold? kyle this is bronze…” you say looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“all the same in my eyes. plus, the scorers were definitely bribed.”

“kyle!”

say you got injured during practice or a competition, he’d be the first person on the ice to maybe sure you’re okay. skates or not, his baby got hurt.

security would hold him down, yeah, but he’d probably almost (and i mean a big almost) fight them to get to you but even though, i don’t feel like he’d be the type to use force to get to you in this situation but if he does,

he’d stop once he sees/knows you’re okay.

“sir i’m going to ask you to step back, we have it handled.”

“handled? if you have it handled then why is she still on the bloody floor?”

you’d notice what was going on and would hop (as best as you can on skates + the ice) to him being mindful of your ankle that you twisted and reassure him.

“kyle, baby, i’m okay,” you say. “they’re gonna take me to the infirmary, you’ll meet me there yeah?”

continuing on this^^, he’d treat you like even more of a queen since you’re injured.

“you comfortable? want me to refill your drink love?”

you’d laugh and say “yes butler, feed me grapes and refill my drink. oh! and get me the heads of my enemies as well.”

“ha ha, very funny you brat.” he said as he threw a throw pillow at you.

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Late Night Homecoming | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ "Hold me close, don't ever let me go" with Gaz please?

Just a happy fluffy reunion ❞

: ̗̀➛ Gaz comes home late at night, but he knows he's home, and that's what matters

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

↳ DNI if you interact with rape porn/noncon, proship, profic, DDNE/dead dove, etc. stay the fuck away from me <3

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Gaz stretched lazily as he stepped out of the taxi, his bags in his hands as he took a look around at the street he had come to call home; it was a quarter to two in the morning, so he was rather surprised when he noticed the lights were on at home.

But the street itself was almost unrecognisable after being gone for so long; it didn't feel like home anymore.

The old couple who lived across the road, their house seemed so unfamiliar, like it came from a dream or a false memory.

It didn't seem right at all, and when he noticed that their fluffy Alsatian dog was sleeping in the porch - his usual spot - Gaz could only furrow his brows.

The dog raised his head, his greying muzzle shining in the bleak light, and Gaz noticed the thump of his tail before he headed home for good.

He was quick to dump his bags in the porch, but he was nearly knocked over by the thundering dogs the second he stepped inside.

The smallest of the three, with a dark brown coat and a greying muzzle, as well as a few white spots on her feet, attacked him with a wagging tail and excited barking; Gaz laughed as he tried, in vain, to get back up.

The largest of the three, with a dark blue coat and a white spot on his chest as well as yellow eyes, kept pouncing on him and barking in his face, trying to get him to play. Gaz could only laugh harder as he struggled to move and get to his feet.

The final dog, with a black coat, white paws, white markings on his head reminiscent of a cow, and a white tip on his tail, merely stood by and kept smacking Gaz with his paws, begging for attention.

But then a long, loud whistle sounded out, and the dogs retreated; with some reprieve, Gaz stood up as he let out a few short laughs and shook his head, following the dogs into the kitchen.

The three of them were stood behind you, and when Gaz noticed what you were wearing, he grinned brightly. He finally felt like he was home, seeing you wear his Cymru national rugby team shirt. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a long sigh of relief as he crossed the room to you, hugging you tightly the second that he was close enough to grab you.

You immediately hugged him back, letting him bury his face against the side of your neck as you put one hand between his shoulders, the other lower down on the middle of his back.

For a while, you just stayed like that.

Drowning in the fact that he was home, and even better, he was alive.

He was home.

Gaz sniffed your neck, smiling to himself when he realised that you were wearing his cologne; you always did when he was gone, you would wear his Cymru shirt and his cologne like you didn't want to forget him. It always made him smile.

But then you pulled away, opening the back door and letting the excited sight hounds bolt outside before you turned to Gaz with a laugh and started to roll two cigarettes.

"You alright?"

He nodded, sitting at the breakfast bar and spreading his legs, expecting you to stand between them like you usually did. "Yeah, not bad - nearly threw me tea on Soap, though."

You furrowed your brows. "He didn't say anything dodge, did he?"

"Dodge and then some," Gaz huffed with a roll of his eyes. "He kept saying you'd've probably settled down with someone else. Left me behind."

You scoffed as you shook your head, coming to stand between his legs with the two lit cigarettes. You gently placed one between his lips as you smiled. "Soap's a cunt. You know I'd never."

"I know," Gaz whispered, putting one arm around you so that his fingers splayed out at the middle of your lower back. "Won't stop him from being a cunt, though. I swear, I don't know why Price bothers."

"What'd you mean?" You asked softly.

"We got a new recruit in," Gaz started, "still in training at the moment, but he's good. Name's Gary or some shit, I dunno. But he's good, he's got promise."

You hummed, putting your arm on his shoulder and leaning against him. "Good as you?"

Gaz shrugged. "Might be."

"Think he'll be the second to evade capture during training?" You asked, and when he shook his head, you grinned. "See? So he ain't as good as you."

"He's got the mental," he told you. "That's what I'd prefer. Soap might be physically fit, but he's a hot head and he's rash. I keep telling Price, we need someone with the mental. Someone tolerant and aware."

"Like you," you pointed out. "I'm not saying you're wrong, but I am saying that nobody's gonna compare to you, Kyle."

He smiled as he shook his head. "You're only saying that because I'm your husband."

"So?" You hummed. "Am I not allowed to big up my husband all of a sudden?"

"No, but I do like the praise," he admitted with a laugh. "And fuck, am I glad to be home."

"I'm glad, too," you whispered, moving to sit on his lap. "But no more work talk for tonight, just hold me close and don't ever let me go."

Gaz hummed, licking his lips as he nodded perhaps a bit too eagerly. "I can do that."

The second you were in his arms again, your back against his chest and his arm slung around you to keep your body close to his, he knew that he never wanted to leave again. He knew that tomorrow he would wake up to the sound of you singing Sabaton songs in the kitchen, and he would stay in bed for just a few extra minutes to listen to you. He always did.

[mlmxreader]

Alone In the Quiet | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Gaz

27 “There’s no one in the world I could love even half as much as you”

40 “No matter where I am, I’m always thinking about you” ❞

: ̗̀➛ you and Gaz are staying with everyone else in a shared house for a day, but that doesn't mean you're not spending every minute together.

: ̗̀➛ sexual innuendos, smoking, swearing, useage of the word "fag"

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Everyone else was downstairs, laughing and shouting and joking around as they ate and drank and sang together, and while it was nice to have everyone together for once, you and Gaz preferred to stay upstairs. In your shared room, you sat on the bed with your back against the pillows whilst he sat at the end of the bed with his back against the radiator wall.

Scrolling through his phone, Gaz took charge of the music, playing a mix of the likes of Sabaton and Sodom on the speaker beside you on the bedside table; you had asked him to turn the volume up several times, but he told you he couldn't. Price would have his guts for garters if he did. But with the sound of 'Code Red' by Sodom playing, you both relaxed into a quiet and comfortable silence.

Only occasionally broken by the sound of your phone when he sent you a meme, or when you sent him a dozen videos at a time. It was nothing out of the usual for either of you, as if you weren't on your phones, then he would often watch a film or something on the television whilst you sat nearby and buried your face in a good book.

You still had the copy of Audie Murphy's memoir that Gaz had gotten you for your birthday nearly five years ago; the relationship was fresh and new back then, but for some reason, you had never left that freshness and that feeling of everything being new. It was quieter upstairs, thankfully, and you could both actually let the tension in your shoulders go.

Gaz spread his legs as he got comfortable, grabbing a teddy bear and bringing it to his lower back so it was a little softer. You let one leg dangle over the side of the bed, and shifted down a little so you were more laid down than anything else. When he was with you, Gaz never minded the quiet, and actually found some solace in it despite the fact that he detested it when he was alone.

He looked over his phone, stealing a glance at you before letting out a sharp whistle to get your attention.

"Fag?" He hummed, pulling out the packet of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans and raising his brows slightly.

You let out a sigh of relief, tossing your phone aside as you nodded eagerly. "I thought you'd never ask."

Gaz laughed, chasing after you through the house until you got outside into the garden; he waited for you to sit on the cold patio slabs before he lit a cigarette and handed it to you. Lighting his own before sitting on the grass next to you, his temple pressed against your knee.

For a moment, it was all silent.

Just the sound of soft drags for a moment and the distant screams of laughter from inside of the house. You hummed, stealing a glance down at him for a moment and then laughing softly.

"Y'know, Kyle," you mused. "There's no one in the world I love even half as much as you."

He looked up at you, grinning for a second. "You fucking soft sod."

Playfully, you smacked the back of his head as you poked your tongue out at him. "Sap."

"You're the one being all sappy," he pointed out. "Not me."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head fondly as you huffed and shifted on the slabs. It was far from comfortable, but you would have to cope; Price had told you both that all smoking was to be done outside, as Laswell's wife detested it and Farah didn't want to be anywhere near it either.

It was only fair. A small compromise to keep everyone happy for just one day. Gaz tapped your leg gently, nearly causing you to fall off of the patio slabs as he bit back a laugh.

"I'm glad you agreed to this, y'know," he told you gently, softly. "Sorry I couldn't baggsy the master bedroom."

You shrugged, not really minding much. "I still got you with me, so I ain't that worried, tell the truth."

"You sure?" Gaz asked, raising a brow.

You nodded, daring to flash him that smile that made his knees go weak. "Yeah, absolutely. I don't give a shit where we are, as long as I got you... besides, Farah's more deserving of the master bedroom anyway."

Shuffling around so that he was between your legs, Gaz cocked his head to the side and studied you for a moment before grinning. "What makes you say that?"

"C'mon," you whispered, leaning in close and cocking your brow. "After what we did last night? I'm pretty sure we would've woken everyone up if we had the big, expansive, bedroom."

He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, nodding slowly. "Suppose it helps that no matter where I am, I'm always thinking about you... so I have a lot to make up for."

You caught his chin between your index finger and thumb, pulling him up so that you could press a soft kiss to his lips as you hummed. "Fancy making up for it a bit more once we're finished?"

"Always."

[birdythebirdthing]

What if [Name] was K.I.A? and tf141 reaction, and poly relationship between the tf141 and [name]

fic:

[Name] had been missing on a mission for over a month It was an alone mission, which [name] had gone. [Name] had his own team which his team worried and the tf141 to cause [Name] was like soap warming everyone up, and [Name] was in poly relationship with the tf141.

[Name]'s team and teammates are Marc, Declen, Ace and Liam.

[Name]'s team had been stressing out because their leader was missing on an alone mission. "why does this idiot can go alone on a fucking mission?" Ace spoke.

"He is always like this.." Liam told. "Going on an alone mission because he thinks we could get injured" Marc said.

"Look, guys, I knew the truth why [Name] does some alone mission without our help. I found his.. dairy." Declan said, flipping through [name]'s dairy.

The three looked at him, wondering what the reason was.

"It's better for a leader to suffer alone than to see his teammates suffer with him."

"Oh.. he really doesn't like seeing us suffer? that's the truth." Ace spoke.

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With TF141.

Everyone in the tf141 was sad, or worried. Price had been trying to locate [Name]'s whereabouts.

And Soap was on a call to Ace, talking about what had [name] written in his diary.

The day went sad, and boring without [Name] cause he always pulls up pranks like soap.

Ghost was in his room, seeing the picture in the frame [Name] , soap and him

Gaz was also in his room hugging a pushie which [Name] had given as a small gift for success in a dangerous mission.

[birdythebirdthing]

Imagine male reader without a shirt cause he is muscular as fuck.

The summer was so hot and [Name] hated summer, he always takes off his shirt and sometimes mask if he is alone.

One day his fellow lovers and his team had a gym today so they open to door to see.. The male without shirt! Damn man the male had 6 packs and large pecs and they were not in bite marks. (Others Had bites marks, but male didn't which the four got confused as shit)

"Eeek! Why didn't ya say that yall come in!" [Name] screamed hiding his upper body his hands.

"I didn't knew you were packed, man" Ace says.

[Name]'s team left cause they knew he need private time.

"Where is ya bite marks that we gave aye" Soap asked.

"Yeah.. no bite marks or hickeys." Gaz spoke.

"Well, uh.. I had been a mission with my team last two weeks aye that's why?" [Name] replied.

"Really? They is no light marks of us." Price spoke looking at male features.

"No marks but, we have time to take what's our and full your body with our bite marks right guys?" Ghost asked the three which they nodded.

"What? Cmon it was only two weeks I never seen my chest without bite marks this time.. aye" [Name] said tired to make them stop no avail.

"We have to know you're ours luv, since you have a higher rank" Soap spoke.

After 2 hours or 3 hours?

Oh god man, the male's body is covered with bites and hickeys especially on his pecs where he had four bite marks from each of them.

And his abs had literally blood bite marks from the four. Everywhere tummy, thighs oh god they did vanaged you in the neck cause the four already knew your sweet spot which makes you to moan everytime they bite their.

Poor [Name] can't flex his body to anyone because of his jealousy lovers.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Eye in the sky.

König X reader (codename: eagle).Pt.2

Tension increased between you and könig, is this the beginning of a friendship?

Warning: long story, spelling/ grammatical errors, this is maybe not very interesting but I promise the next part will be better.

Pt.3

You started to sing to calm your nerves, his look is burning your skin, you can't focus, the memory of his laugh is on your mind, you want to know what it was so funny, did he enjoy what he did to this man? Was he laughing about something else?.

- He'll survive.

König said to you, you turned to look at him, you're angry, how can he say that? The man is half dead.

- Yeah, I would prefer him dead, he will not recover from this.

- well, I bet he will prefer that too.

You sighed and continued your work.

- Did you enjoy it König?

- What?

- You were laughing... I wonder if you enjoyed torture this guy.

- Do you think I was laughing about it?

- well I...

- Listen, kleine Maus , just like you, I'm only doing my job, do I enjoy every second of it? Nein but this is what I do when they don't want to cooperate.

- He looks as if an animal attacked him!

- He did this to himself. He could speak as soon as he was captured, but no, he made a decision, all this happened because he chose it!

He was right, it wasn't his fault, he just did what it needed to obtain the information.

Both stayed in silence until Roze appeared at the doorframe.

- König, the captain is back, he wants to talk about the information we got.

- Coming.

You stayed in silence, focusing on your work, he stopped at the door and looked you once more.

- in case you still want to know why I was laughing, I was laughing because I told Horangi how good sniper you are.

He left you alone, you finished doing some bandages, called Ghost and Soap, they took the man and put him on a truck, the driveway to the plane was silent. You were thinking about what happened between you and könig.

All of you were sitting, you were talking with Soap and Gaz about some targets you shoot, you felt eyes on you and you saw König, he had a bad bandage around his hand, you excused yourself with the guys and walked to him with your medical kit.

- Give me your hand.

- I'm fine.

- Don't be a brat and give me your hand König.

The tension between you invaded the whole plane, he sighed in annoyance and extended his hand to you. You know everybody is observing both of you, so once more you're humming.

- You can sing if you want.

He muttered.

- I don't think I have a good voice... König I want to apologize, I shouldn't have said what I said, you're right, you were just doing your job.

Your voice is soft, you can't see it but he's smiling under his mask.

- it's ok, we're fine now, don't we?

- Yes, we are.

You laughed a little bit, and finally the eye contact, both stayed like that for a moment, «Du bist wunderschön, Liebling» (you're beautiful, darling/love) he whispered.

- What did you say?

- Nothing, thanks for the bandage.

«Eagle, the hostage is awake, we will need you to sedate him!»

- well, I have work to do, I'll see you later Kö...

You smiled and went to check the hostage. König stayed in his seat, thinking about the interaction between you and him, once you landed you ran to the nursery with your patient, you stayed there until you could stabilize him.

Ghost went to check on you, since he didn't see you the rest of the day.

- Doc?

- Oh, hi Ghost, come in, do you need something?

- No, just checking on you, we haven't seen you since we arrived.

- Oh yes, it's all good, trying to keep this guy alive, at least until Laswell decides to talk to him.

- Yes, he really looks half dead, I told you, KorTac are... Wild.

- They just do the job we can't, it's not like they have other options I think.

- I... Saw you, talking with that guy... I forgot his name.

- König?

- Yeah, that one, I just want you to be careful, you already saw what he can do, Sargent.

- Are you worried about me Lt.? I'll be fine, I have a good connection with him during the mission, but that's all.

You're trying to be cocky and joke with Ghost but he simply doesn't look In the mood for it, he looks angry, so you try your best to reassure him you know what you're doing.

- And... Did they gone?

You couldn't contain yourself, you wanted to say goodbye, after all, they were good mission companions. Ghost stayed quiet for a moment.

- Ahhh yes, I have to go, Price wanted to see me.

- Oh... Okay, I'll see you at dinner guys.

Was that all? Did he really leave without saying goodbye? You continued your job, attended to other soldiers and kept yourself busy. After a while you decided to take a break, you went to the ceiling of the building to smoke a cigarette, to your surprise there was a giant shadow watching the sunset.

- König?

-Scheisse!

He jumped, you really scared him, he had the half of his mask up, you saw a scar close to his mouth before he put it back on, you laughed softly.

- Schatz, sorry I didn't hear you.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I thought you and your team were gone ...

- Nein, I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. Who said that?

- It's good to know that, and was my Lt. He doesn't have the best opinion about you guys. Can I sit...?

You pointed to the empty space beside him, he nodded, you sat and turned your cigarette on, offered him one but he rejected it kindly. There you were, sitting in silence, admiring the sunset.

- So, how's your hand?

- It doesn't hurt, so I think I'm fine, Thanks again for the bandage, Liebling...

- if we're going to be friends you will have to translate those words or teach me German.

You joked and he laughed, you received a text, Price needed all the 141 for a reunion.

- Shit, I have to go, my team needs me.

You stood up and started to walk but then you went back, handling your phone to könig.

- Das?

You rolled your eyes, you just told him you don't understand when he speaks German.

- I suppose that word means "what?", can I have your number?

- Ah... Ja... for what?

- For stalking you! Duh, for what else? To send you a text some day. But if you don't want I totally understand.

He took the phone and registered his number, as soon as he gave it to you, your phone started to ring, Ghost was calling.

- Sorry Lieutenant, I'm on my way...

You wave a quick goodbye to König and left. They were just waiting for you, Laswell was there too.

You apologize and sit, Laswell was the first to talk.

- Doc, how's our hostage feeling?

- He's awake at the moment, if you want to talk with him, I think it is a good time, after what happened to him, he will sing like a bird easily.

Price smiled at you and continued.

- Thanks Eagle. Well team, we will have another mission, we still need some details, but as soon as we get all the information we'll have a meeting to plan everything.

«Yes Sir» everybody was standing from their seats when Laswell talked one more time.

- You will probably take KorTac with you again.

«WHAT?»

All the team except for you complained. You went back to your seat, you know this meeting will be longer than expected.

- It's probably a very dangerous terrorist group, KorTac is capable of carrying out international tactical operations. They can easily do what for us will take a lot of permissions and files and meetings. They'll do the job easily. We will just go there for information, or whatever we can find that will take us to our next step.

- Laswell, we don't need them, we're capable enough...

- John, this is risky, nobody can know we're involved, we're doing this under the water. KorTac covers us.

Price sighed, and just nodded, you and the rest left the room, you don't know why but you feel excited for the next Mission, you couldn't let the boys see this excitement so you tried to act serious and go back to the nursery.

You were ready to leave for dinner when König appeared with Roze and Horangi behind.

- Well, hello to all of you, it was a good mission, thanks for the help.

- It was a pleasure Doc.

- That's our job, we'll see you, I suppose.

Roze and Horangi shook hands with you and went out, König stayed in silence looking at you, you don't know what to do, Shake hands? Wave a goodbye? What? You're considering but before you could solve the problem, König took your hand.

- Good luck, Eagle, keep yourself safe out there.

- Good luck König, I hope to see you soon. And I'll text you so we can start my German lessons as soon as possible.

He laughed and nodded, both stayed in silence, just contemplating each other when somebody cleared his throat to catch your attention, Soap's voice interrupted you.

- Eagle...?

König let your hand go and just said Goodbye, he disappeared quickly, you decided to focus on something in your jacket.

- Yes Soap, what can I do for you?

- What was happening?

There it is, you found yourself with that cocky smile, he's ready to make fun of you.

- What?

- I'll save this for later...

[mlmxreader]

Nothing Better Than to be Home | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Kaz with

94"Have I ever mentioned how good you look in my hoodies?" ❞

: ̗̀➛ Being home is one of the greatest things in the world, and Gaz isn't one to ignore it.

: ̗̀➛ smoking, swearing

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

More often than not, Gaz always texted you to let you know when he was close to getting home, usually when he was around five minutes away so that you would have time to put the kettle on and make him a cup of tea for when he walked through the door.

You always did the same if you were ever out; always texting to let him know when to stick the kettle on and make coffee.

The thing was, though, Gaz was home in the early hours of the morning, and when he went to text you and he saw the time, he figured that you would be asleep.

So he left it, and when he got to the door, he tried to be as quiet as possible; sneaking around to the kitchen and gently, softly placing his bag down as he sighed.

You left your cigarette stuff on the side, along with one of his lighters; it made him smile as he rolled one for himself, lighting it and taking a long drag. After months of smoking Price's shit cigarettes, he was glad to steal one of yours.

He leaned against the counter, closing his eyes for a moment as the nicotine flooded his system. He didn't realise that you had just come out of the bathroom after getting into your pyjamas… not until you screamed and made him flinch.

With the cigarette between his lips, he threw his hands up and exposed his palms.

“Only me!” Gaz yelped out, daring to grin when you took a step closer. “Only me, sweetheart.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, turning the light on and coming to stand beside him as you hummed quietly; you took a filter, a paper and a pinch of tobacco, rolling together. “Why didn't you turn the bloody light on? You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

He couldn't help but to laugh, shaking his head as he gently put his arm around you; you were so warm, he couldn't help but to close his eyes as he sniffed gently.

He tried not to laugh again. “Did I say you could steal my hoodies while I was away?”

“Did I say you could pinch my baccy?” You pointed out with a soft chuckle, shaking your head fondly. “Why didn't you text, anyway?”

From the corner of his eye, Gaz could see the light of dawn slowly starting to rise; the darkness of the night slowly turning a pale, dull blue as the sun began to creep out of its blankets and glare wearily at the world.

He was glad he could watch another sunrise with you, in all honesty. He missed it.

The long nights watching films together from the moment it was dark, only to look out of the window and see the dawn start to rise; the cooing of pigeons taking over from the hooting of owls. The foxes running away as the light slowly reached out with deft fingertips.

Gaz couldn't wait for times like that again, being able to snuggle into you as you neglected the world outside in favour of more films; your laptop resting on his crotch as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“I thought you would be asleep,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a gentle and sweet hum. “I'm sorry.”

“It's fine,” you assured just as gently, leaning into him and closing your eyes for a moment. “How was the trip home?”

Gaz wanted to tell you the truth, he really did.

He wanted to tell you that Ghost had annoyed him to Hell and back with his constant dad jokes and stupid puns. He wanted to tell you that Price's cigarettes were disgusting and nearly made him give up on the spot. He wanted to tell you that Farah was the only one who didn't annoy him and actually let him use one of her earbuds.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it, too tired and drained from the planes and trains and taxis that all he could think of was having you near; snuggling up with you at night and feeling your warm flesh against his own.

Feeling your soft kisses wake him up as the light crept through the gap in the curtains. Singing with you in the kitchen as he helped you to cook whatever meal you had settled on together; trying not to laugh when you begged him to slow dance to country songs.

Going shopping with you and pushing the trolley as you asked him what to get even though you had both left a shopping list on the kitchen counter. Splitting the chores directly down the middle and meeting halfway through for a quick kiss. Watching films together from dusk until dawn.

Gaz had missed the lot of it, from the mundane to the exciting. He missed every single second, but he was so tired. He hadn't slept for two days, and he wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with you in bed and fall asleep.

Catch up on whatever he had missed and know for once that he wasn't going to wake up alone; that he was going to wake up and be able to bury his face against the back of your neck and grumble and plead for five more minutes in bed.

“It was… the usual,” he breathed out. “To be honest I'm just glad I'm finally home.”

“Y'know what?” You mused, finishing your cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray on the counter. “I'm glad you're home, too… I've missed you.”

“I can see,” Gaz chuckled softly, tugging at the hem of the hoodie you were wearing as he grinned. “Have I ever mentioned how good you look in my hoodies?”

You shrugged, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Gently rubbing the tip of your nose against his for a moment. “I’m sure you have, but you've been gone so long… I need a reminder how it sounds.”

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Masterlist/ index 🫣

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

⚠️ Warning: grammatical and spelling errors, some stories are too long, mentions of violence, blood, dead but some others are fluff and sweet.

📢 I decided to edit the first masterlist or whatever this is, you can find all my stories here, thanks for the support, remember every heart or reblog is important to me. 🩷

Next time I see you.

Happy valentine's day Y/N Pt 1 / Pt 2

One night to forever.

What once was Pt 1 / Pt 2

What would you do for a ghost Pt 1 / Pt 2

Is there some space for me in that bathtub?

I needed you to know.

You're my emergency contact.

Eye in the sky Pt 1 / Pt 2 / Pt 3 / Pt 4

Revenge is mine.

Loving you in the shadows.

Will I ever see you again.

He's not unlovable.

Prisoner 505 Pt 1 / Pt 2 / Pt 3

Suspicious Pt 1 / Pt 2

You want the bad guy.

Could you pretend you love me? Pt 1 / Pt 2 / Pt 3

You're a romantic, y/n.

Do you know who my daddy is

Out of the Blue.

Indelible kiss

I think my preferences changed

Say when

Daddy will save us.

Kill me for mercy

We won't be like them

Other characters.

What did you just say? Aegon x Fem reader Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Not even for a second. Aemond x Fem Reader

[birdythebirdthing]

What if male!reader died instead of soap?

"Aw shit." [Name] though to himself before dogging markov's attack from a gun

It was a mission between tf141 and they betrayed member markov, [Name] had know about markov's plan because they were his best friend when he was in tf141.

So, [Name] and soap were in fight with markov in a mission when price and ghost were fighting other enemy.

"Aw shit" [Name] though to himself when he dogged markov's attack while trying to make sure soap does not doing anything reckless.

When price came to help [Name] and soap but he was in gun shot by markov, soap was trying to save Price, when [Name] notice, soap can easily get shot by markov if soap tired to save Price.

Markov stamps Price to ground and gets ready to bare hands to stop soap and kill him, when [Name] steped in push away soap from markov which soap helps Price to stand up.

When..

*stab*

*bang*

Markov just shot [Name] in head and [Name] stabbed markov, but markov runs away and [Name] falls down dead.

"[Name]! no..No.." soap said, relise that [Name] and saved him.

It all happened a little quick.

Tf141 are standing in [Name]'s grave, the beloved [Name], the tf141 though of a poly relationship between them, which did happen but not happily. They all loved [Name] especially soap.

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Why did you leave us so quickly mate? We loved you.. so much in our heart..

[cheezbites]

Soap: Y/N, can you pass me the remote?

Y/N: Nah.

Soap: Ok

Y/N: (Gives him remote, even tho you said no)

Ghost: Care to pass me my water, love?

Y/N: Can’t be asked mate.

Ghost: Alright

Y/N: (gives)

Y/N: Gaz pass me my phone please

Gaz: No.

Y/N: Why? What did I even do? I don’t know what I did to deserve this. Why is this world so cruel? You’re a cruel, cruel man Kyle Garrick. I’m about to start screaming and crying and vom-

Gaz: (is handing you your phone but you’re too distracted from being dramatic)

Masterlist

[birdythebirdthing]

TF141's Nightmare.

Everyone has nightmares right? One day the Tf141 had a nightmare about [Name] and going inside [Name]'s room because [Name] always lock his doors.

On after a long mission, the Tf141 and [Name] are tired to they went to their rooms, before they went they saw [Name]'s sleaves are up and with some scars looked like.. self-harm? They first though but second they think it was some scars and they leave it off and went to bed.

In nightmare, the Tf141 can see themselves entering [Name]'s room. They were confused they can't do anything but let the dream move them by itself.

They saw [Name]'s was clean and nice but.. they saw blade and blood on his deck and bandages.

They were shocked that [Name] would do self-harm.

Next, Ghost picked up [Name]'s dairy and looked through it he was shocked, as the three come it see.. Suicidal drawing, wanting to die drawing of himself.

They didn't knew [Name] was suicidal secretly!

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