I HAVE A MAIN BLOG AND I HAVE A LOT OF SIDEBLOGS AND I HAVE LITERALLY NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THIS ONE SO I JUST REBLOG THINGS HERE OCCASIONALLY BECAUSE I LIKE THIS BLOG TOO MUCH TO GET RID OF IT. I HAVE NO HECKING IDEA WHAT THIS BLOG IS FOR. I'M 25 YEARS OLD. MY PRONOUNS ARE HE/HIM, TOY/TOYSELF, MIAOU/MIAOUSELF, AND PLUSH/PLUSHSELF. MY NAME IS KITTY. 🚗
You and Soap have a tradition every Valentine's Day
Neither of you had ever had much luck securing dates for the day, and while it started as a way to drink your sorrows away and bitch about horrid love lives, you found yourselves looking forward to the holiday for the first time since school years
Every year on Valentine's day, you'd buy some cheap drinks and snacks, then drag them up to the top of the bell tower on base and proceed to watch the sunset while binging trashy romcoms with plot twists that make no sense. Sometimes the others would join you two for a bit, but its always been known as yours and Soap's thing
This would be your first year doing it without Soap.
You almost didn't want to do it, not if he wasn't here with you, but you figured you owed it to him. Dragged the drinks and snacks up to the top of the tower, and slung your legs over the edge, some early 2000s American White Girl music playing from your phone in a weak attempt to replicate your usual setup. Soap had always been the one to find the romcoms, and you couldn't remember any of the ones you'd watched in the past. So you didn't watch one.
Half an hour before sunset, footsteps preceded Gaz poking his head into your line of sight, "Mind if I join you?" He sat and stole some of your crisps, making you glare until he rolled his eyes and contributed some chocolates to the snack pile. After a few more minutes, Ghost joined you and Gaz, leaning against one of the pillars as he cracked open a beer.
"Cap comin?" Gaz asked, and Ghost shook his head.
"Not for a while. He's... still making arrangements with the family,"
As the sun set, the three of you sat on the top of the bell tower, drinking and snacking in mostly silence. You took a photo as the sun began to dip below the horizon, wishing Soap was there with you guys to see it. It was exactly the kind of thing he'd be nuts about sketching down as soon as he could.
It was quiet without him. None of you were really used to it yet.
You put your phone aside, resuming the music, and took a honey bun from the snack pile. Gaz's phone lit up with an incoming call as the sun fully set, and he answered the facetime with an eye-roll.
"AYE YE MUPPETS HONESTLY THINK I WAS GONNAE MISS MY OAN TRADITION?!" Boomed a familiar Scottish accent, his dirt-smudged face filling the screen.
"Well we weren't gonna wait on your sorry ass!" Gaz barked back, grinning as Ghost snorted into his beer can as he shuffled over to peer over your shoulder to see the screen.
"Ye better not be drinkin' my good scotch or ahm puttin a snake in yer shoes when I get back!"
"Whaaat, noo, of course we ain't drinkin your scotch," You say blandly, making a point to take a swig of said scotch in full view of the camera, almost snorting it through your nose at the utterly betrayed gasp Soap let out.
"GHOST, GHOST I DEMAND YE STOP EM, STOP DRINKIN MY SCOTCH,"
"No can do, soldier. You betrayed the squad, leavin like ya did. Accept the consequences." Ghost rumbled as Gaz cackled, only making Soap squawk louder and making you snort and immediately wince.
"Ah, OW, FUCK ITS IN MY NOSE, AH-" You complained, wiping at the liquor dripping down your face as Soap barked out "HA, KARMA YE FUCK"
Price paused on the stairs, looking as if he had no idea what he'd just walked into. "Should I come back later..?" He asked, bemused, coming to sit as Gaz waved him over.
"Cap! Yer just in time, lookit the view!" Soap said, spinning the camera around to show the sun beginning to peak over the horizon, a breathtaking dawn greeting him all the way on the other side of the world.
So yeah. Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't like the movies, with big grand bouquets and heart throbbing shows of romance, but here, drinking with your friends and doing stupid shit, connected even on opposite sides of the world.. it was nice.
Even if Ghost got shitfaced and almost fell off the tower.
Thoughts on ferret hybrid reader with larger predator hybrid 141, cause I think its hilarious  🤣
Oh my stars, yes
(fist-fought demons to get this out, smh)
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Picture this: the 141 are a task force made up of entirely large predator hybrids- creatures you wouldn't want to tango with even without factoring in the human intelligence and possibility of holding a grudge
I'm thinking Tiger Soap, Alligator Price, Grey Wolf Gaz, and Polar Bear Ghost; each of them strong, regal, and terrifying in their own right
So when they got you added to the team, a small(er) and springy Ferret Hybrid, they had absolutely no clue what to make of it.
Was it an elaborate prank from Laswell? Were you secretly a super soldier? They had no clue what to expect, especially since none of them had ever been around anyone who owned a pet ferret
So once you had gotten settled in, Soap had excitedly dragged you to the gym, demanding a spar as the other three just shook their heads in exasperation. They expected to later hear all about how he took you down in two seconds flat, or maybe get a report that you've been landed in the infirmary after the scot got carried away again. Instead, a few hours later, they found him laying on the couch of the rec room, looking baffled as if someone had just proven that the sky was actually green.
"They just.... flipped out- one sec'nd we're gearin' up, tae next they're all over tae place an' I'm flat on mah back, I dunno wha' tae fook happened," He sounded confused about his own words even as he spoke them, hands gesturing about as if trying to mold invisible clay like it'd make anything make any more sense.
At the time, the rest of the men had just laughed it off. Soap getting taken down by a little ferret like you? Had to have been some kind of joke, or Soap was just off his game that day
At least, they thought that up until they finally had a team training session, with each getting paired up and sent onto the mats to spar and get their forms critiqued, whatever the hell excuse they fed to the higher ups to justify getting to clobber eachother for a bit and get paid for it
They paired you up against Gaz first, the wolf shaking out his limbs and readying up, trying to hide his cocky little smirk- no doubt thinking it'd be over fairly quickly as you readied up across from him
With a glance between the two of you, Price called to begin, and-
Before Gaz got a chance to move, you were darting up to him, light on your paws as you got right up in his space. Gaz reared back, going to take a swipe at you, his fist meeting empty air as you ducked and rolled under his swing, bouncing back up onto your paws and darting up into his space again
Gaz backed up, trying to get space, but you just kept bouncing around, ducking and rolling and doing spins- at one point he swears you did a spin like a breakdancer, only to do a roll back onto your feet and immediately spring into a cartwheel
It left him baffled, his logic and training flailing with eachother over what the hell he's supposed to do about this-
Then your tail hooked around his knee and pulled, and you were right there, grabbing his arm and wrenching it over your shoulder, a startled yip! escaping him as the rest of his body quickly followed
his chin slammed into the mat, and before he got the sense to get up, you were already planted on his back, knee leaning your weight on his trapped wrists and pinning him down
Gaz blinked.
What just happened
Price called the match, amusement barely kept out of his voice in favor of professionalism, but Ghost and Soap had no such reservations
"SEE? SEE?! AH FOOKIN' TOLD YE BELLENDS BOUT TAE FLIPS BUT NOOOO NO'ONE WANTED TAE LISTEN-!" Soap bellowed, nearly drowned out by Ghost's explosive laughter, the arctic hybrid almost curled clear over as he absolutely lost it, breaking into a coughing fit as Soap spun to point at him with an accusatory point, "YOOU SHUT YER GOB YE FUCK"
"30 Seconds; Match goes to [Name]" Price called, and you hopped off of Gaz's back with a happy little dookdook
"What, the hell, was that???" He questioned, getting back to his feet like he was worried you'd start doing backflips if he moved too fast
You just grinned, a single snaggletooth poking over your lip
"War dance! Only effective a third of the time, but it works" you shrugged, trotting your happy ass over to the rest bench to swipe a granola bar like you didn't just rattle Gaz's skull and give Soap the vindication he's needed all month
The 141 getting stationed somewhere in the US for whatever reason and learning the joy of proper deep-fried cheesey hashbrowns, and being viscerally put-off by cold sweet tea
They refuse to touch their glasses after the first sip, no matter the glances being sent their way
Though Simon sneaks more sips of his when no one's looking- he doesn't mind the taste its just waaaay too sweet for him
I think the theory that Ghost could understand Spanish the whole time is extra funny to me bc of the comment Rudy makes that he’s “scared of ghosts” when they first meet and Ghost was prob like alright so this is clearly Alejandro’s little sergeant who says stuff he shouldn’t, good to know we all have one
AU wolfshifter where no one knows that Soap is a werewolf and he has trouble defending his case and telling them that he wont hurt them because 1. His smile is scary and not very trustworthy and 2. Right after he changes into his human form he can’t talk.
Hybrid Reader who got picked up by the 141, shivering on the side of the road
You looked "delightfully pathetic" in Soap's words, soaked to the bone from the rain, fur/feathers patchy and filthy from countless days trying to survive- so of course they just Had to take you home, get you a warm bath, some thicker clothes, and get you addicted to their soft petting and comforting cuddles
Now, months later, they are kinda regretting that
You've flourished into a massive cuddle bug, and you will wander the base crying at the top of your lungs until you find one of them and proceed to demand they give you your daily dose of snuggles, no matter if they spent the entire night cuddling you- Gaz was your favorite target, the man almost always up to carrying you on his hip or back as he went about his day, folding to your wet eyes and pleading even if he was in the middle of something
"separation anxiety" some of the medics said, "like a velcro baby, you need to foster distance"
So he tried
He started shutting his door at night, ensuring you couldn't sneak into his room so you'd be forced to either go to the others or sleep in your own bed. It was for the best, he thought, fighting his own impulses to let you in when you scratched sadly at his door and made the most heartbreaking cries. It stopped after a few days, and Gaz thought that it had worked.
It did not
Gaz figured out you had learned to open doors when he woke up to your weight on his chest, almost tucked entirely under his blanket, happy as could be and not planning on moving anytime soon.
So he locked his door.
Same as last time, scratching, heartbreaking cries, but this time with the horror movie ambience of his doorknob rattling as you tried to get in. Nightmares aside, Gaz had a good feeling about this.
You learned to pick locks.
He startled awake as his doorknob rattled again, louder than the last few minutes, before it suddenly went quiet. Over his own breathing, Gaz could just barely hear quiet scraping, the doorknob jerking for a moment, before it turned, and his bedroom door sloooowly creaked open. Your silhouette, barely distinguishable from the pitch black of the hallway, stood in the opened doorway, your eyes reflecting red from the minimal light coming through his bedroom window, locked on Gaz.
As you crawled into his bed, making sweet little sounds like you hadn't just become Gaz's personal sleep paralysis demon, Gaz knew he needed to change his method.
The next night, door locked and his 10lb dumbbells in front of it to pin it closed, Gaz thought he'd won
Then you managed to push it open, huffing and puffing, but you squeezed your way in through the gap and made your displeasure known
He added more weights, putting a 20lb disk weight under the dumbbells, hoping the combined 40lbs would stop you
You pushed that aside too
After the third added weight, and 100 total pounds, Gaz was slumped over the rec room couch, face buried in his hands as the others watched on in amusement
"I've just made them stronger," he moaned, distraught, "I've done nothing but make them buff and pissed"
"Aw, cheer up Gaz, teach em to use a detonator next and maybe they can be our new infiltration specialist," Ghost laughed, dodging the pillow Gaz chucked at him
You simply huddled closer on Gaz's lap, smug in only the way a victorious wee beast could be when they knew that they'd won. He stopped trying to keep you out after that, fearing the day you outright ripped the door off its hinges to get to him
Gender neutral reader, mouse-like borrowers, reader has a tail, g/t elements, Werewolf Soap, Dragon Price, Wraith Ghost, Harpy Gaz, Sorceress Laswell; Borrowers are minor fae closer to physical spirits; seen as good fortune. Pardon the odd formatting, posting this from my phone.
Cw: None, yet :)
ㅤㅤTrees faded to brown and gold, crispy leaves fluttering in the wind as jackets became needed, puddles lining the streets as Autumn came in full swing.
ㅤㅤIt often got chilly up in the walls and ceiling, there being very little insulation from any drafts sneaking through cracks in the building walls, but the rooms are always plenty warm. You spend more time in the houses the boys had made you, curled up under the soft blankets that the boys had gotten for you, snuggled up to Petco and lazily using your magic to draw yarn through the loom that Gaz had bought for you.
ㅤㅤIt was simple, a little wooden frame with notches in it for you to wrap the yarn around to keep it taut, but it had little flowers painted along the sides of it, and it made it far easier to make things for your boys. Price had gotten a beanie last week with holes to fit his horns, and you were working on some gloves for Gaz, lounging in Ghost's office as you did.
ㅤㅤOn the days you just wanted some quiet without having to worry about being seen or making noise, you preferred Ghost's office. No one came to bother Ghost, not like they did Price, and the only sounds he made were the soft music from the radio and the scratch of his pen against papers, nothing like the chatting or blaring TV of the Rec Room. You could spend hours in Simon's office, tucked away on a high shelf of his bookshelf, cozied up within the house he'd made for you.
ㅤㅤSimon's house for you sat within the bookshelf behind his desk, and was made to look like a little decorative woven basket, tiny gaps in the fibers acting as one-way windows for you to look out into the office without being seen. It was big enough that it held a bed, your loom, and a mug warmer, all tucked snugly out of sight.
ㅤㅤThe mug warmer had originally been something called a wax burner, but once Simon realised how often you'd sneak sips of his tea, he'd tinkered with it and made it into a warming plate for mugs so they'd stay warm all day.
ㅤㅤHe made a habit of setting aside teabags of your favorites and sugar packets just for you, sometimes stopping by stores while he was out on a mission just to grab some new flavors to bring back for you. Now, every morning, he'd make you a cup of whichever flavor you wanted alongside his own morning cup, and you could happily sip away at your own mug throughout the day with it never getting cold.
ㅤㅤIt was chillier than usual this morning, and Simon tended to keep his office colder than the others did, so you found yourself curled up under a few blankets, tucked close to the mug warmer and leeching off of the heat it gave off.
ㅤㅤYour ear flicked as Simon's office door opened, and the Wraith's familiar gait crossed the hardwood floor. Perking up, you rattled his desk lamp a bit, making him huff out a slight chuckle as he carefully sat the electric kettle on its base, switching it on with a click to boil.
ㅤㅤ"Alright, alright, g'd mornin' to you too, Darlin'." He greeted, pulling two mugs down from a shelf. Tail waggling, you crept away from the warmth of the mug warmer, peeking through the basket fibers to watch as he only grabbed one tea bag from his stash.
ㅤㅤFrom his pocket, Simon pulled out a little orange packet that had a picture of an apple and two little brown sticks across its front. "Got somethin new for you to try," He said, tearing the packet open and dumping a sweet smelling powder into one of the mugs.
ㅤㅤHe poured some water from the kettle into the cup, a sweet and delicious aroma filling the air, your mouth watering. Simon gave the steaming mug a few stirs, then lifted it up and carefully set it onto the mug warmer, a tendril of shadow emerging from the shelf to guide the mug into place as he looked away. You gave the shadow a pat, giggling slightly when it made Simon fumble with a bad of tea and almost drop it. "Ha ha, very funny," He grumbled, though it lacked any heat, and you muffled another snicker, turning your attention to the mug instead. "Its apple cider- saw it at the store last night, thought you'd wanna try some,"
ㅤㅤYou sniffed at the drink, strong apple scents with hints of something spiced and herbal making your mouth water as you dipped your head down and took a sip of the hot beverage.
ㅤㅤFlavors simmered across your tongue, like apple juice but with a warm tang that left your toes tingling and warm. You dipped back down for another sip, and another, and before you knew it your belly was full and the mug was nearly empty. Stumbling down from the mug with a sleepy hum, you staggered over to your pile of blankets, crawling under them and curling up with a sigh, drifting into a doze.
ㅤㅤFaintly, as if in the distance, you heard Simon chuckling as he refilled your mug, a shadow tendril gently tugging Petco into your arms for you to cling to as you napped. As you drifted off, warm and comfortable with a full belly, you thought you might actually enjoy this winter.
ㅤㅤCupboard doors rattled, furniture shook, and Price looked close to calling it quits as he tried to calm you down.
ㅤㅤ"'S only for a few days love, we'll be back before you know it," He rumbled, wincing when it had the oven slamming shut. You didn't care that it was for a short time, why did they All have to go??
ㅤㅤThe first snow was still fresh on the ground and you didn't want them wandering off into it! They'll get sick out there, and Gaz and Ghost can't regulate their temperatures properly, they'll get frostbite! With a decisive huff, you stomped your foot, the rec room door slamming shut and locking the four of them inside.
ㅤㅤPrice dragged a hand down his face, groaning to himself. This was.. very quickly turning into a disaster. They needed to be wheels up in 30min, and it didn't look like he was changing your mind anytime soon.
ㅤㅤ"Wee darl, look, we'll find ye some nice blankets while we're gone, yea? Nice fluffy ones fer th' cold season, an' some more gingersnap sweets?" Soap bartered, hearing the rattling of the coffee table pause, "We'll be back before ye notice, an' we'll watch tha' one movie you've had yer eye on, promise,"
ㅤㅤA few moments of silence, then the cabinets of the kitchen slowly shut themselves, but not before the nearly empty box of apple cider mix rattled itself at them.
ㅤㅤGhost snorted, but took it for what it was, "And I'll get you more cider before we get back." He promised.
ㅤㅤSatisfied, the disarray you'd left the rec room in tidied itself before their eyes, and the door unlocked behind them, letting the four men leave at last, despite your displeasure.
ㅤㅤ"Don't worry your little head over it, Darling; Laswell will make sure your food's set out while we're gone, and it's only for two days. We'll be back before you know it," Price assured you, closing the door behind them, leaving you curled up in an empty room, already waiting for them to come back. It'd only be for two days, at least.
A/N: sorry this one took so long!! I've gotten kidnapped by Dispatch (the game)- Phenomaman's and Robert's sheer soggy animal energy and over all patheticness has enthralled me =w=
Still nursing a headache plus super busy getting ready for a road trip here in about a week (busy busy busy!) so have something inspired by my deepest desires
Any CoD man x Smaller! Reader, sfw I swear
Imagining being quite a bit smaller than him, to the point that just one of his hands spans almost the entirety of your upper back
Whenever his hand rests on your hip, his finger tips brush against your bellybutton and his thumb strokes close to your spine. Its what gives him the idea in the first place.
You're laid down on the rug in his living room, the bulk of him straddling the backs of your thighs as you lay on your stomach, shirt tossed somewhere to the side. He oils his hands, then places his palms either side of your spine and ever so gently uses his thumbs to press
With several rapid satisfying pops that he can hear, you melt into the floor with a sigh of bliss as he gently cracks your spine, getting rid of all that built up tension you'd been complaining about for weeks
