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[dancingmonbelum]

are they actually stupid THE WAY THEY ACT MAKES ME SO MAD AHDIWJMDA omg "we fucked up" yyyyyyang bener aja deh masbro

just a thought that i thought of after reading the angst fics 😖:

Pretend the guy who took her home was some rando she became close with at the bar, and that she told him about all her troubles and issues that she encountered with 141 recently. He comforted her and then they drank together yadayadayada he takes her home, the boys tuck her in despite them being mad, the cute “princess” moment, then morning.

When morning comes, they all talk it out, only catch is that now they’re back at square one when getting Reader to open up, and get intimate. Let alone even hug them.

Another catch is that they seemed more comfortable with literally anyone else BUT them. They all went out? Reader brings the guy friend to come along, then falls asleep on his shoulder accidentally, even though Gaz offered his shoulder first instead. They all are gonna cuddle and sleep in the same bed together and want Reader to join in? Reader opts for a plushed animal (The big plushies— Like a giant bear or shark) instead. It was like getting Ghost to let down his walls, just a little harder since instead of short answer “no’s” and grunts, they’d feel like they’re bullying Reader even though all they asked was want they want for breakfast.

Ex: *They all are talking, then Price turns to Reader* “Where do you wanna go out tonight, sweets?”

Reader: *literally sweating and looking at every other place thats not any of them, fiddling with their fingers as they mutter out a soft,* “Dunno.”

here’s a lil something something i’ve been thinking about

c/w: reader has trust issues, boys attempt to make amends, not a happy ending really but still more to come, panic, anxiety

it had been a stressful few weeks for you after that night at the bar

when the morning came, you woke up to find yourself in the centre of their bed. sheets all tangled with up in the knot of limbs made up by you and your lovers. heavy arms slung over your waist and sleeping faces smushed into the side of your neck

this may have been the norm for you a few weeks ago but with recent events, this makes you feel trapped. especially since you can’t recall the events of the previous night. your brain had switched off after your fourth daiquiri

you must have gotten hammered and crawled into the bed after hours, you think to yourself. must have gotten so lonely and desperate that you crawled into their bed. you have to get up and leave before they find you

you carefully pull their arms from you, untangling your legs with a painfully slow pace. no risky movements. when you think you’re just about to make it, you feel a strong arm snaking its way back around your waist and pulling you straight back into the flesh pile

“where’re you goin’, darlin’?” price grumbles in your ear, his prickly bread tickling your skin when he pushes his face back into the side of your neck. your eyes widen at the situation you’ve found yourself in

price perks up a bit, lifting his head when he feels you push at this arm wrapped around you like you want it off. he lifts his arm slightly for you. you twist and turn to get out of his grip, scrambling to your feet and watching him with a nervous expression

“woah, calm down. please don’t act like i’m going to hurt you, you know I’d never do that.” price says with a soft tone, hands out in surrender as you step away from the bed. he frowns at your skittery nature

“what happened last night? why am I in your room?” you ask, wrapping your arms around you for comfort. your hands feel soft cotton rather than the black silk you wore the night before and you look down to see one of soaps old band t-shirts, “did I put this on?”

the boys begin to stir awake at the sound of hushed voices. soft groans and joints clicking filling the room but you don’t take your eyes off of john’s. he seems sad, like you’ve just subtly devastated him

“you came home in a bit of a state so we bought you to bed. why’d you look so nervous, honey?” john coos, the rest of the boys are fully awake now, sat up and watching this scene unfold in front of them

feeling all those sets of eyes on you makes you close up, looking down at the floor and not saying a word. like you’re trying to make yourself small, hard to see and perceive

john climbs out of bed next, placing a gentle hand on the top of your head. “let’s go get something to eat, yeah? we all have a lot to talk about today.”

all you can do is stand rigid and stare at them with shock splattered on your face as they all climb out of bed, walk over to you and plant a kiss on your forehead before following john downstairs

you stare at the empty doorway for a few minutes before creeping downstairs, brow furrowed the whole time as you watch them move around in the kitchen. john grips your tense shoulders and nudges you into a seat before placing a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of you

johnny and kyle are setting the table, smiling at you and asking how you slept. playfully scolding you for drinking too much before popping a few painkillers in front of you. you feel like you’ve been placed in the middle of a tv sketch. like at any moment someone with a camera is gonna run out and tell you that you’re being punked

“how was your night out, darling? we see you made a new friend.” john gives you his classic close lipped smile, the one you used to tell him made him look like a quokka. you jerk away when you feel simon walk over, ruffle your hair and place a bowl of cut up fruit in front of you wordlessly

“uh… it was… fine.” you mumble, staring down at the ceramic bowl. kyle connects his phone to the speaker, letting the kitchen become filled with morning news reports and music as they cook breakfast. you barely touch the food they put in front of you, your paranoid brain telling you that something bad was about to happen

they fill the tables with plates full of food, all the fixings for me a full-english and more. fruit and pastries, jugs of freshly squeezed juice, courtesy of kyle and that ridiculously expensive juicer that he asked john to buy him. they start helping themselves to the food, piling their plates high whilst you just sit there anxiously, hands kept firmly in your lap

your coffee has since gone cold, only taking one sip to help you wash down the painkillers. you can’t take it anymore. you don’t like how normal they’re acting, as if they haven’t spent the past few weeks putting you through hell at home,

“need to do the food shop today. why don’t you come with me, princess? we’ll pick up some lunch and sit in the garden. the weather is-“ john begins talking but you just cut him off

“what the actual fuck are you talking about, john?” you blurt out, hand coming up to silence him. everyone stops eating and turns to look at you. “have you lost the plot? why are you acting like everything is just normal?”

“I ken it’s been a difficult few weeks for ye, hen but we just want-“ johnny begins to speak, a frown tugging at his lips as he reaches his hand across the table to grab yours. you snatch it away, looking at him like he was insane

“I don’t give a fuck what you want!” you scoff, snatching your hand away before he can touch you, “I don’t know what joke you lot are playing on me but it’s not funny. I can’t- I don’t- just fucking stop, okay!?”

you struggled to find your words for a moment before bursting out, your lip wobbling and eyes welling up before you stand from the table abruptly. you turn on your feet and storm upstairs, going straight to your room and slamming the door

the second the it’s closed you slide down the wooden door, tears falling from your eyes as you bury your face in your hand. meanwhile, downstairs the kitchen is silent. cutlery placed firmly on the table, untouched as all the boys comprehend the situation they’re in

“we fucked up.”

#cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #soap x reader #this is my favorite series now #god this is so well-written

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price x gn!reader

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The sounds of helicopter's blades whirling and gears rattling were bustling the scene, but the word 'discharge' was clear as day the moment Price let it overtaken the already high-tension. "You're dropping me off the team? For what reason?"

"For whatever reason that you've been burdening the team with."

And yet, you couldn't possibly believe it. You simply wouldn't– not from someone who's had your mind and heart at the palm of their hands. But, maybe that was your mistake all along.

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean? We're 3 minutes away from boarding! You can't do this, Captain–"

"Yes, I can. And I am. Let's go, boys."

"Captain– hey! Cap– Price!"

You exchanged a few unsure looks between the rest of the team, before they eventually left you alone– confused.

Whatever unknowing burden resulted in your discharge had apparently outweighed the amount of years you've worked with Price. It's only a matter of time– precisely 6 hours, the set time for the mission to be over– for you to figure what mistake you've done to upset your 'Captain'. Only if you have the to honor call him that anymore.

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a.n. just an idea i've wanted to write in a while!

#cod x reader #captain john price #price x reader #cod mw2

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maybe in the middle of a shootout reader does something that automatically saves the 141 from death but 141 thinks that reader was being reckless and doesn't listen to orders so they neglect reader because reader disobeyed a direct order

please inject this angst into my veins i’m obsessed feed me more the worms are hungry

c/w: this is sad, angst, silent treatment, don’t ask me to make reader leave them I love the suffering

work stays at the door. that was a golden rule in your odd but stable relationship. even if you get pissed off with each other at work, you leave it at base until the next shift…

so apparently the boys must have fucking amnesia.

this wasn’t the first time you had angered them at work but like previously stated, it never followed you in through the front door, take its shoes off and hang its coat. never in the house

but this time you put not only your life at risk, but also civilian lives. just to save them. luckily, no one was hurt but you still disobeyed your captains orders. and just like you leave work at work, you leave your heart at home too

he was still your captain. actions have consequences so he yelled on about for a good hour whilst the others stood beside him, shaking their heads at you disapprovingly

so when you got home to find that they were clearly still in work mode judging from the way simon shrugged you off when you tried to hug him in the kitchen, stalking off to the shower and slamming the door

or from the way johnny and kyle just went straight into the garage to work out and blow off some steam, giving john a kiss and not you

and if that wasn’t enough, the way john turned his head away from you when you tried to kiss him had to be the damning evidence. his face was stone cold the entire time he was alone with you in the kitchen before he went and locked himself in the home office

it went on like that for a few days, waking up to find that they had gone out without you. conversations ceasing the moment you enter the room. the lack of affection was the worst. perhaps tied with the general loneliness. none of them had really said a word to you in days

not even when you grabbed a pillow and blanket and set up camp in the living room for the night after a week of the silent treatment

or when they heard you crying in the bathroom whilst getting ready for bed, wondering how long it will be before your lovers open their arms for you again, if they ever will…

#poly!141 #cod mw2 #why do i make myself suffer #god this is so good

[dancingmonbelum]

can we have more of deaf!reader? 🥺

want so much to see simon feeling guilty because he can see how much the reader getting isolated :(((

and the reader getting more and more distant, feeling guilty for making simon deal with their stuff </3

GIGGLING BCS i got u

ill try to make a pt. 2 for it, hopefully! yes... lets hope for it...

#monyetsudah

[dancingmonbelum]

ur drabble with deaf!reader was so beautifully hurtful, i love it

omg thank u so much. in context, im glad it was painful enough for people bcs i honestly did cry writing it! ^_^

meow

#monyetsudah #anon youre my first ask! i love u #im sorry for the meow sometimes its just appropriate to meow when im giddy

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yall

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Practicing self control

#the last part was the funniest one... #the way it goes “bITTEE÷eeachtually.... nevermind. hm :).” #cats #kitty

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🍓 another angsty 141 thought

141 not believing you but in the way that you tell them that the safe house has been compromised and they need to get out but someone else is telling them to stay and you’re only saying that because you have an ambush planned for them but in reality it’s the other person manipulating them into not trusting you. but then the safe house is actually attacked like you said it would be and the other person who they believed over you is working with the enemy and when they finally make it out alive and back to base after almost a month, they find out that you’ve been working non stop losing sleep and losing weight from barely eating trying to fix communications equipment cause they obviously didn’t get your message or they wouldn’t have been attacked and they don’t know how to tell you that they didn’t trust you that they trusted the word of someone they just met over you, who they have knows for years and has saved them countless times. they didn’t have the heart to tell you they thought you betrayed them. that they believed the other persons lies about how you teamed up with the enemy months ago because they offered you a lot of money. they didn’t have the heart to tell you, their friend, their teammate, their family that they believed you would betray them for some money. they don’t know how to act around you anymore and it’s just awkward whenever you’re around. you think they hate you. you miss your family but you don’t know what you did to make them hate you all of a sudden.

🍓original 141 x reader angst

#141 x reader #YES THIS HITS THE SPOT #MY TYPE OF ANGSSTTT

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hi, everyone. please call me Uuna ^_^

#uunagiswriting

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Remember to protect yourself when out on a sunny day.

#simon ghost riley

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i'd love a biker partner... ;;

I went to my local book store and I turn around after looking at the 7 different Dorian gray versions and there a hot biker guy just staring at me. que awkward "..hello?" "hey." *walks away and never explains why he was staring*

he literally looked like that one biker ghost cosplay on Pinterest😭😭

We love an awkward biker. Big Ghost energy to just stare you down until you talk to him. He's flirting with you, this is him flirting, Ghost is going to get a good grade in social interactions. He even said hi back, that's 2 flirting things for the price of 1. Ghost just came into the bookstore to get out of the heat and spotted you through some bookshelves, decided to follow you arpund(inconspicuously of course) until you noticed him staring and by then he really has concocted a whole fantasy of you in his head. Pretty thing looking for classic literature, you'd be a good backpack on his bike, he'd buy the book for you if you wanted and then he could take you home and make you read it aloud as he eats you out. Don't stutter or he might stop!

But no he's just staring at you, visor flipped up so you can see his eyes, the smear of grease paint and the slight squint. You could almost rationalize he's glaring at you but really all the sniping is just starting to wear on his eyesight. He snaps his attention to whatever shelf he's in front of, pretends to read over the titles, stares at you out of the corner of his eye. Until it isn't the corner of his eyes anymore and he's just staring at you, debating how he should go about offering you a ride. That's basically flirting, Soap keeps showing him videos of people "thirsty" over bikers, maybe you'd be one of them.

But then you scurry away with your book and he's got to find something to buy so he can follow you to the register. (And maybe follow you home)

#cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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simon x gn!reader

cw // deaf reader, simon being ableist, mention of hearing loss/deaf, simon being toxic.

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Communicating was hard enough for Simon, given that he wasn't a very social person. One was sufficient; two were demanding; and three were exhausting. Although that much was forgotten when he met you, the only person who was patient enough to crack that wall– allowing him to open up even to the smallest details of his life.

As time went by, the accumulated words he had said to you was greater than to anyone he had even knew in his whole life. That alone showed just how much he appreciated being heard by you, he never knew his words– his life, could be so interesting to someone to elate excitement and adoration.

But, the house– once full of spoken tales was quieted down when you found out that you're experiencing hearing loss. To the point that you could lose it forever. From there, Simon would find his words falling on deaf ears and him having to constantly repeat everything to you. Not just once– sometimes twice, and on special occasion, thrice. This moment was no exception to that problem.

"Sorry, Si, what was it?"

Silence erupted between them after the second time Simon had already repeated himself.

"Nevermind. You taken your meds yet?"

"Oh– right, let me do that right now." You went to grab the bag of medications on the nightstand that Simon had carefully prepared for you this week. But, seeing the bag untouched only made Simon sighed in response, your carelessness to this whole thing– It baffled him. 'It's like getting better was not important', he always thought to himself.

"You keep forgetting to take it."

The way you nodded to acknowledge your constant mistake ignited a flame of anger in Simon's heart– letting out a deeper sigh, calming himself in attempt of not letting it spread to his head and blow up.

"Oh, well... you know me, Si. Thank goodness I have you to remind me." You chuckled to your own words, earning a loud grumble from Simon about how it's careless to forget about things like this.

In attempt of downplaying your mistake, you avoided his glaring eyes. Hoping that he'd let it slide, again. But, it didn't work this time.

"Just– please, why're you not taking this seriously? It's like you want to go deaf." He dramatically flailed his arms around, before they made its way to tug on his hair in frustration. You don't want to believe the words he's saying right now, because you swear nothing had been this crystal clear to you since you lost your hearing.

"It's always 'can you repeat that?' with you. Why do I have to keep repeating things?"

His words would only grow harsher, and you knew you had to stop it before it worsen. But, there was no stopping Simon as he stood up from the bed and turned around abruptly to face you.

"It feels like I'm the only the one who cares about this! So, lemme ask you this– again and again, and again– why are you doing this?"

"Si, you know I'm not doing that on purpose–"

"And I'm supposed to buy that?"

"Well, I didn't ask to be like this, Simon–"

"Well, I also didn't ask to be with someone who's going deaf so fucking quickly. But, life's not always sunshine and rainbow, huh?"

It always hurts to be honest, but a part of Simon of have always wanted to throw those words at you. But, what hurts even more was seeing your face contorted to despair and guilt when he knew you heard him clearly– the only moment he wished you hadn't.

"I'm tired of this."

And with that, Simon slammed the door behind him– leaving you blanketed with the unbearable silence and the wrenching guilt of letting Simon bear with your situation.

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a.n. it's my first time writing something...

#cod x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #call of duty #simon riley