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angie's masterlist ā
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this is killing me š
why helloā¦.
itās been a year and a half since i wrote the latest chapter of call of the sea⦠and todayā¦..
I OPENED UP THE GOOGLE DOC AND STARTED WORKING ON THE NEXT ONE š£ļøš£ļøā¼ļø WE ARE SO BACK
had a vision of a new ending for call of the sea⦠think itās time to stop being lazy and pick up where i left off and bring it back to life š«©
Kyle believes its mandatory to say "biiiiig stretch," whenever his dog stretches.
It becomes so much of a habit that whenever you stretch yourself out in the morning he croons, "biiiiiig stretch." Sometimes laughing lightly as he's already getting dressed, sometimes still half asleep face buried against his pillow. Didnt matter the state, he just alway did.
And when your back is arching off the bed ā your nails are clawing at his shoulders, weak whines and pleas spilling past your lips at the stretch of his cock pushing inside of you ā his big hand is cupping your cheek.
Smiling down at you so sweetly as if his eyes aren't staring with pure hunger. And oh, his voice is so mean when he hums a, "biiiiig stretch."
I'm sure you must get this alot and I know it'd be tiring to constantly get asks, but I miss your story so much T-T your pirate au will always have a special place in my heart alongside the cod brainstorms. Every now and then, I'll check your blog hoping to see anything and I still sort of hold out hope. Im thankful we got as much story as we did considering your circumstances and I really hope that the writers curse will leave you alone and I also hope things are going better since your last few updates ā¤ļø
why hello!!! itās been a while š©·
iām super happy to get this message! i have over 100 in my inbox that i have yet to answer, but this was perfect timing and it was such a sweet message <3 so i thank you.
itās funny because iāve been thinking of ways to come back to my pirate au. iāve been spending this entire time going through a LOT of things, that it sort of made my light dim and i lost the love i had for my favorite hobbies, the main being writing. i havenāt opened up a document since the last chapter and i never really thought i would.
however! lately, iāve been really trying to pursue the things that made me happy at one time rather than avoiding them. i went into a deep depression, still am, but iāve actually been trying to get back into those things (with encouragement from my partner) to seek them out again and give it another try.
with that being said, i do plan on continuing! lately, Iāve been really missing my boys and their silly adventure, and iāve also been missing the community and all of you heavily. i donāt know when i will return with a new chapter, but i can say, with the encouragement iāve been getting from my partner and my own self to want to return to old hobbies, i do plan on continuing the adventure and going along with you guys for it since i know there are still quite a few of you waiting for the update :3
thank you for those who have sent messages to me even in my absence and telling me how much you missed me and call of the sea! itās really given me an epiphany to want to return, and i hope to do that soon <3
came back from the dead to express my thoughts on fighter!reader and coach!price who takes you under his wing to teach you the ins and outs of the ring. hours upon hours are spent with you and him everyday, your skill put to the test as you put ruthless work into climbing your way to the top.
it was natural, of course, for the two of you to build a bond. he was your rock to hold you down through trial and error, and you were his inspiration in returning to a sport he swore heād leave behind in the past.
trainings turned into occasional drinks and meals shared. drinks turned into seeking solace in each otherās hearts and bodies in the haven of your bed.
there was a reason people always said to never get too close ā youād grow attached. and when you took an illegal blow to the head in the middle of the ring, knocking you clean to the floor with a ringing in your ears and a metallic filth flooding your mouth, all price could think about was how it was his fault you faltered.
your head wasnāt in the game. you couldnāt focus when in the crevices of your mind, he was creeping in, invading your senses. the empire you had begun to build with the helpful hands of his own that were now stained with your blood had fallen apart because attraction got in the way. love.
i hope everything is okay with you love, i absolutely adore your work and am waiting for an update. im sure youāve got other things going on but just wanted to send this to say i hope youāre okay and i look forward to your return :3
hiii lovely, iām also waiting for an update LMAO (sorry) and i really wanna come back soon because i have a lot of ideas that are just hard to express through writing nowadays because i never have the time, but iām finally getting a somewhat break the next few weeks to actually be at home and not confined in my shackles of hell (work) (and when i say shackles, i have quite literally been working 3 weeks in a row) so i want to return soon with somethin special :3 thank you so much for being here even tho i abandoned everybody by accident
CALL OF THE SEA / PART TWENTY
pirate poly!141 x f!reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, brief violence/gore, some heat ngl, some inaccuracies but it is indeed fiction masterlist a/n: let's pretend i'm not a day late and act like this is a surprise. surpriiiise!
When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.
There was a strange sensation deep within your core when you began to gain consciousness. A lingering feeling, something that tugged you in an undiscoverable direction. It felt like a string, pulling at you, luring you to someplace unknown when you couldnāt begin the venture to discover it.
It nagged at you in your sleep and only grew more bothersome when you woke.
Your surroundings were unfamiliar when you opened your eyes. The room you were in was small. The walls appeared to be made out of old wood that had seen better days, the telltale sign of withering as if rain had been its slow destroyer.
A candle-lit lantern sat beside you on a table, flickering daunting shadows along the walls. Besides that, a messy desk was filled with scattered pages, scribbled with words you couldnāt decipher. Perched along the wall on the desk, a collection of various jars and glasses sat, each filled with contents you couldnāt recognize.
It was dim and cold, only a furry pelt covering you from the hips down while your arms rose with goosebumps from the lingering chill in the room. The cot you laid on was far from comfortable, though the only thing it caused was an ache in your back that pinched when you moved.
The more you observed your surroundings, the more it began to look eerily similar to your old room back in your village. The strange jars, the unkempt work on the deskāit all felt so familiar, as if you had teleported back to your room in a dream.
CALL OF THE SEA / PART NINETEEN
pirate poly!141 x f!reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, not many for this chapter :p masterlist a/n: wanted so badly for this chapter to be longer but just as i finished a 60-hour work week, i fell down with the flu. boooo.
When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.
Price kept his promise when the time came, the next morning shifting to evening, the sun resting along the horizon. Youād spent the better majority sleeping off the pain, unable to stay awake for long while the parasite ate away at you from the inside and out.
Waking to a booming āLand ho!ā was the relief you needed to relax properly, the potential of you receiving urgent attention easing your worries momentarily.
You hadnāt had a proper moment alone, always waking to another man in the room watching over you, appearing just as tired as you. Gaz was often the one who took over, or in his place it was Soap. The Captain was making haste in steering to landfall in order to guarantee your spot in healing. He was wasting no time, keeping all hands on deck to make it happen.
You werenāt expecting Ghost, however, when you opened your eyes. He was lounged in Priceās chair at his desk lazily, eyes blinking sleepily at the floor, his fist on his cheek. He looked oddly comfortable, sat at ease rather than a man who seemed to always have a target on his back.
cots chapter nineteen postponed to tomorrow
i donāt really have an excuse this time tbh
i just wanna watch arcane š
still love u tho
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD ā”ā§( ą„ā¢ā⢠) send to the people who you think deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it's nice to know that someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ⤠( āāā )ā”
YOU š«µš½š«¶š½
STOP THIS IS SO CUTE IM SO SORRY I JUST NOW SAW THIS !!!!
I LOVE YOU MY LIL HONEYPIE š©·š©·š©·š©·
Hey⦠hey⦠how yāall doing?
Iām just going to slowly ignore that fact that this is very late and I totally was asleep all yesterday. Thatās my excuse, angie. I SWEAR!!! Pinky swear!
Anyway! SOAPš Iāve said it so many times and to be fair youāre probably tired of hearing it but I love the way you write him. I canāt even begin to put the feeling into words. Iām always down for funny, a little dumb, Soap. But the way you write him is so amazing. Heās smart but funny, heās got good humor but isnāt totally and annoyingly obnoxious. Heās obviously very strong, which wow, is very hot just so you know. Finding someone who writes Soap like you do is so hard and Iām so jealous that you can do it.
I could practically hear his heart break though :((( you canāt give ANY OF THEM happiness can you. SHE SAID ONLY GAZ AND PRICEšššššš I COULD HEAR SOAPS HEART BREAKššš I donāt think heāll tell those two, either out of privacy for her or jealousy for him. But it makes me wonder if sheās even under the impression that she likes Ghost and Soap? Has she even realized it? Have they even interacted enough for her to think that she might have some type of feelings for them.
Soap was so gentle with her too. He assured her that he wouldnāt do anything untoward to her and was attempting to keep her calm when he saw just how bad the bruise was. Which makes me wonder just how bad it really is.
Nurse rant incoming: Broken ribs without treatment can be deadly. Sepsis and other types of infections can seriously hurt her. I donāt know if youāre going that way but seriously, thatās so insane. Not to mention, if he steps in certain places on her ribs, if he breaks one it could puncture whatever it was protecting. By the way you describe where the bruising is, Iād take a wild guess and say, if a kid came into my ER with that bruising, Iād immediately think that some internal bleeding and maybe a punctured pancreas could be going on but thatās also because I read how he was STEPPING on her.
BUT aside from that. JohnšššššPriceššššš He doesnāt even know why she wantās to go back home and the fact that he agreed anyways is absolutely gut wrenching. He cares so much for her and I always had faith that he truly was a good man. Take that John Price Hatersšš«µš» Though what does worry me is that they burned down her entire village, yes? Sheās going to be heartbroken if they really do take her back to her home. Even if sheās going there to help her figure out her dream (which what the fuck?????) Her entire village and people are dead. I donāt think sheāll pull away from them but she might be heartbroken all over again.
Alsooooo, I didnāt really know how to interpret this part but is Soap now aware that she knows about him and Ghost? Did he take it as a joke? Maybe Is accidentally skipped over a very important part which probably wouldnāt be surprising. Also are all four of them already involved but we just donāt know it yet? If so you probably wonāt tell me. Traitor š
Have the night you deserve angie, Iām coming for you. š«¶š»š«¶š»š«¶š»
hi babes š fancy seeing u here like. four days late. oops.
iām never tired of hearing it pookie, soap is just probably my favorite (besides gaz š«) and i feel like itās evident in the way i write him. itās peak favoritism at its finest. heās funny, charming, but also hot when heās angry LORD heās the package
love ur lil nurse rants because i genuinely wing the fuck out of injuries, especially doveās. like. i work as a pharmacist. i deal with drugs. idk shit about injuries except how to make the boo boo feel better and obviously on a pirate ship i canāt even do that because hello, i donāt think oxy was invented yet š who would just carry that around. gotta wing her medicines too that she canāt even use. damn anyway it puts things into perspective for me and iām coming to you for health advice soon mwah
price the man u are. yeah nah she definitely gonna be hit with reality as soon as she sees that crispy ass village again but yknow what? she asked for it. plus going back is important and youāll find out why š
i like to think soap knows. i kind of put it up for interpretation but letās be honest theyāre not very subtle. who leaves the door open when youāre kissing a homie. hello? not him
as for all of them being involved? four men on a ship together gets lonely. iāll leave it at that.
love u as always š
i just binged all of cots and i just want to say i'm so obsessed with it you're such a phenomenal writer
AAHHHH THANK YOU HONEY, iām glad youāre enjoying the ride so far, thereās still much more to come š¼ MWAH I LOVE YOU
OH THIS CHAPTER
Wdym no soap come back the more the merrier bby
Literally wouldāve grabbed that man by the collar
ANWAYS
DOVE NOOOOOOOOOOO
Literally gonna cry if something happens to us but these past few chaptersā¦HOLY MOLAY
Also just out of curiosity, how long do you see this series continuing for?
late to replies omg im a horrible person sorry i am TIRED and am going on to my fourth 13+ hour shift tomorrow
so i have no idea how long itāll be, ima be honest im winging it in terms of timeline, but thereās still a lot left iāll say that. i never expected to get this far ššš
You hated TF141. They were your rival bandāborn to be enemies, forced into an endless feud. They were arrogant, loud, and always took all the time slots for practice rooms in a petty move against your own band. It was a rivalry that sprouted years ago and had stuck ever since.
You hated them. They hated your band just as much. So why couldnāt you stop fucking their drummer?
You donāt even remember how it began, but you knew it stemmed from a moment of pure, unadulterated hatred. A fit of rage on your end when you discovered one of your amps mysteriously ruined, wrecking the competition for you and causing a loss. You hadnāt an idea who had done it at the time, but you knew it had to be one of the little mutants from TF141.
Ghost had been the first one in your sight, the unlucky bastard who had to hear your outraged tangent about how your band shouldāve won, the entire thing was rigged. Granted, he didnāt care, only pitching an argument back on how his band won fair and square and yours didnāt have a chance at winning anyway.
You donāt exactly recall how that caused you to end up trapped beneath him on a lousy couch in a backstage room with his hand wrapped around your throat and your back arching with his hips smashing against your ass, but that was besides the point.
The point was that you were becoming shamefully addicted and no matter how much your hatred for him bubbled with every competition or battle, you always ended up sprawled out on his bedsheets, or letting him into your apartment when he called in the middle of the night.
Every time you tried ending it, telling him you despised him and how much being with him made you sick, heād snort out an arrogant laugh and puff on that stupid cigarette of his, muttering, āIāll believe it when I see it, sweetheart.ā
It was a never ending cycle and you couldnāt break out of it. It was starting to interfere with your work, spending the nights that you werenāt stuffed full of him writing angry lyrics for new songs to express yourself in the only way you knew how. Practices became sloppy, your work becoming more difficult by the day.
He was to blame for all of it. It made you hate him more. Yet you couldnāt stop. It was the drug your veins needed to pump blood and keep you alive.
Just when youād find yourself fed up, wanting to break the addiction and telling yourself this time would be different, heād give you that heated look from beneath his mask while his hands slammed against his drums upon stage, as if saying that performance was for you.
You fell back into the trap every time. Every loss felt doubled, and every win felt like charity. You didnāt care anymore. You just knew you needed your fix and heād be there waiting with the syringe.