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[brokenpieces-72]

Taskforce 141!ganster au x reader

Old Bed

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The air is tense and well no shit. You weren’t expecting the hideout Kyle would take you to, would be the same one Simon and Johnny would be at. Before anyone could say anything else, Simon told you to follow him and take your shoes off first. You took off your shoes and set them aside before following him into a small hallway. Johnny kept an eye on you while you followed his boss. Gaz pat him on the back as he made his way to the couch.

“Set your stuff in the room there. Come back out, I’ll get you a drink.” He says walking away before you could reply. You step into the room, and find a small simple bedroom. Everything is neat, and you notice a photo on the nightstand next to the twin bed. You recognize it. It’s a photo of you and your father when you were younger. Was this your dad’s room at one point? There were a couple of times when your father didn’t come home until the early hours of the morning. You guessed maybe he stayed here for a bit. Something about the room, even with it being so plain made you feel safe. Like he was sitting with you on the bed, watching you going through your stuff. You pulled out a different hoodie, taking off your current one leaving it inside the jacket. You laid it on the bed, and looked at the mirror hanging on the wall by the small closet. Your arms were cover in bruises, that were easily visible with you in your tank top. The swelling in your eyes had gone down. Moving your arms, there was some pain but it was mainly just soreness. Nothing broken thankfully.

You come back out with your other hoodie and your beanie pulled down closer to your eye. You didn’t want to make a fuss. You find Kyle in a t-shirt and jeans, his jacket on the couch armrest. Simon notices you and jerks his head toward the group, gesturing you to join them. You notice Simon’s mask is over his nose and mouth, wearing lounge pants and long sleeved shirt. Soap takes another shot at the table, cursing under his breath, and leaning against his cue. Ripped jeans, and hoodie, making him less intimidating than he usually is. Not by much though. You step closer to the table but keep your hands in your pockets.

Ghost takes a shot himself, letting the silence remain and the tension grow. Gaz just stays on the couch watching you and Soap. Price told him shit was tense, but damn.

“You play?” Kyle asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Some. I’m okay at it.” You mumble just loud enough for him to understand.

“Liar.” Soap comments under his breath, taking a shot. Another sunk, only two other’s remaining and the 8. You go very quiet, letting the label sting. Kyle gives Soap a look of annoyance.

“He’s right. They’re better than okay.” Ghost says, leaning over and just missing the pocket making his ball bounce off into a worse position. “Better than Soap.”

“No less a liar.” You comment to yourself.

“You’re not a liar.” Soap says almost begrudgingly, walking around the table for a better angle. You look at him as he takes the shot and misses his ball.

“You sai-“

“I know what I said. You never lied though.” He says stepping back and standing next to you. “Secrets and lies… you never said you weren’ a cop. We knew your da and we guessed… just didna wanna be right.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can say in response. He was right, but the guilt remained. You felt he was owed at least that much.

“Oi love birds, quit the sap. Y/n mind making this shit for me.” Ghost says offering the cue. You take it, trying to think of it as how it was when you first got close to Soap. When you lean down ready to take the shot though, you wince. You try to hide it by shifting your position but that makes it worse. When you take the shot, you get it in the pocket but something in your shoulder audibly pops making you flinch.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asks.

“Nothing, just sore.” You say brushing it off.

“Some cops jumped em.” Kyle mentions, while Ghost sinks the 8 ball. Johnny says something in Scottish, you can’t quite make out.

“I’m fine.” You say. Johnny takes off your beanie without warning.

“Sit on the couch, I’ll get you some painkillers.” Johnny says leaning the cue against the table. He sounds like a disappointed older brother. You sit on the couch next to Gaz. It’s surprisingly comfortable, and you feel some cracking from your bones. Good cracking. You can’t explain it but once again, you feel safe and relaxed. More safe than you’ve felt in your own apartment by yourself. Johnny gives you the painkiller.

“Why they turn?” Johnny asks leaning back against the pool table standing in front of you.

“Told them I wanted to be left alone. Hadn’t shown up for sometime, hadn’t done much for a week. They decided that maybe kicking my ass would bring you guys running to help me. Prove my worth to you guys. Just kept telling them to fuck off. That wasn’t enough.” You explain, taking the painkiller.

“Give us names, we’ll slash their tires.” Kyle offers.

“Pfft, not as much fun.” Johnny adds. “I say we just do what they did to Y/N.”

“And puts Y/N at risk. Right now, the police think they’re on the side of the law. Gaz you mentioned Graves coming out of their apartment?” Ghost asks, folding his arms and looking at Gaz. Gaz nods. You didn’t love Graves but the last thing you wanted was for him to get caught with the wrong people. The 141 guys were the right people for you, but not for Graves.

“He’s my dad’s friend.” You say quickly. “Checks up on me. I report to him.”

“You tell him anything about us?” Johnny asks. He gives you a hard serious look.

“No. Nothing incriminating.” You say.

“What did he say when you came in with all the bruises?” Gaz asks.

“Asked me what happened… sounded like he was worried but I don’t know.” You explain. They’re silent now, trying to figure out if Graves had something to do with it. They all knew Graves, the kind of man he was. Graves wasn’t a shit cop, but he wasn’t exactly clean either. Your father and Graves were partners, and in the force that meant something. But that night…

“Just told me to text him when I got somewhere safe. Told him I would stay the night somewhere else.” You say breaking the hard silence. “I texted him earlier when we parked, location is turned off.”

“Good. You best rest up, it’ll help you recover.” Ghost says. You don’t argue and get up going to your room.

The remaining three are quiet for a moment, not making eye contact, not talking, and hardly even moving. The night your father died, Graves was there. For a while they thought Graves might have done his partner in, but if so, why was he so hard on you. Why put you in the same place your father had been, and so close to himself? Graves was a hard ass but not cruel. They could all attest to that. Even Soap who’d been shot by him. For now only time would tell, but with the cops being more persistent, and more sketchy shit going on behind closed doors, something was up.

Laswell called Price that same night. He had just gotten home from the bar, and sat down to relax with some football.

“Turn on the news.” She ordered him.

“Why?” He asked, getting the remote anyways. When he turned on the tv his question was answered.

“No fucking way…” he muttered into the phone.

“We’ve got a big problem John.” Laswell comments watching the same news broadcast.

“Yeah, well… no shit.” Price replies.

The tv announced the return of the successful businessman and new chief police commissioner:

Vladimir Makarov.

@yourlovely-moon @kaoyamamegami @H0n3y_L3m0n @sans-chara @1mommyrose4ever29 @smitten-haematite-quartz

[emotinalsupportturtle]

David Tennant being a lifelong Doctor Who fan who was inspired by the show to act, becoming the Doctor and Ncuti Gatwa who watched David Tennant and was inspired to act, playing the Doctor opposite David’s Doctor is the most beautiful thing

[oh-gh0st]

i heart these rivals so much. maybe they'll kill each other. maybe they'll kiss. maybe they'll make ou

[marsalta]

[nedeii]

[clownsuu]

i love all the flavors of howdydarling art you make sm!! i've really been stuck on the drawings you did of wally with insomnia, i love the idea of howdy carrying his ass to bed when he shows up at the bugdega totally exhausted. i thought it'd be cute if wally stepped in to take care of howdy too when he's feeling overworked, or the two of them just collapsing into a nap pile at the end of a long day

It’s been raining all day and the vibes for cuddles n sweet shid is I m m a c u l a t e

Sometimes when I think about howdy and Wally, I think about them doing that specific lil wiggle/dance you can do with your followers in cult of the lamb smhhh (and frank really wanting to join but is very shy about it)

[emdeerm]

*Insert that Spiderman meme*

So, we see a lot of "DComics exists in Danny's world and he knows about the Batfam".

And I raise this:

"Danny Phantom exists in the DC universe and Damian knows a lot about Danny because he was forced to watch a cartoon by Richard. Who loved the show."

So, Danny ends up in the DC universe (bad reveal or something else - your pick). He knows about this place. He is an avid fan. He is a little confused at first about what version this is (a mix. It's a mix of favourites) but otherwise he's having fun.

That is, until Robin pulls the stunt where he comes upto him and speaks to.him about things he really shouldn't know????

[mikibagels]

Cross-Dimensional Siblings - Snippet 2

What's the point in a race if you aren't there waiting for me at the finish line?

Read Snippet 1 here 👈

[ghuleh-anima-mia]

"You like going down?"

[enii]

💕

[very-uncorrect]

Can't stop thinking about Sonic getting sad because he misses all the cute little things Tails used to do when he was little that he's grown out of

[tornado1992]

Are you a “Tails is very sensitive about his tails, he stresses and panics if someone grabs them, holds them or even touches them without asking because it gives him flashbacks about all the abuse he got when he was younger” girly?

Or a “Tails can’t feel his tails, sure they get tired when flying for too long and he can move them almost perfectly but things like a gentle touch, rubbing, or even a scratch or pull on their fur wont be noticed because of the years of ripping fur, burning flesh and breaking bones that the people from West Side did on them” girly?

[rosegasly]

THE CRUMBS I NEED

[mintacle]

Wholesome batdad doodle while I continue working on my angsty/ very deep and profound painting wip. All Robins are awesome and valid and you can tell yourself this is your Robin of choice, but it’s actually Jason.

[sushisusii]

Angy