If it's not too much would you consider a roommates! Gaz and Soap where you need temporary housing and they offer to put you up for a couple of months in return for some housekeeping and cooking? But then it's awkward sharing a space with three people and two bedrooms so you end up a free use maid ✨
so I’ve been thinking about this,,, and I’m actually changing your idea a little bit (I hope that’s okay!)
also I got completely carried away with this and I miiight already be thinking about a part two where things get a little spicier, like you asked! 👀 keep a look out :))
(also I will 100% write for roommate!johnny&gaz eventually but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head!)
you’re soap’s sister, and when you tell him you need a place to stay, he doesn’t hesitate.
it didn’t click in his mind how your moving in may pose a problem until he’s helping you pack your stuff into a van.
one— he lives with gaz, and he may have forgotten to tell his roommate that they’re adding a third to their already small apartment.
two— there’s only two bedrooms.
gaz was currently on a special assignment, so these two things weren’t a huge problem at the moment. johnny shoots his teammate a text, informing him of the predicament and apologizing for just now telling him.
gaz responds, obviously a little peeved, and johnny’s suddenly absorbed in his phone, trying to soothe ruffled feathers and make this work.
you’re huffing as you keep shoving boxes into the van, your muscly brother now too preoccupied to continue helping.
“little help here, johnny?” you call from the trunk, and johnny startles from his spot leaning against the side of the truck.
by the time he clicks his phone off and resumes helping you, him and gaz have settled things.
you’d have johnny’s bedroom. johnny could sleep in gaz’s room until gaz got back home. and the rest would be worked out at a later date.
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you’ve never met gaz before. sure, johnny has told you all about his teammates and his roommate in particular, but you’ve never actually met the man until now.
he makes you screech in terror, holding the broom you’d been using to sweep the kitchen up like a sword. he chuckles.
“how’d you get in here?” your eyes are wide, taking in the man in front of you, and then it clicks. you remember the pictures johnny had shown you.
this was gaz.
and fuck, he was hot.
“I live here, love.” he says, his tone obviously amused as he looks you up and down. “gonna put that down? or will I be sporting some broom-shaped bruises for the next week?”
“oh, sorry—” you scramble to put the broom down, leaning it against one of the kitchen counters. “I didn’t hear you come in, and johnny didn’t tell me you’d be home today.”
“he didn’t know,” gaz shrugged, walking further into the kitchen now that your weapon of choice had been set aside. “where is he, by the way? we’ve got a lot of talking to do. gotta figure out this room situation.”
you pick at your cuticles anxiously as you shuffle out of the way, allowing gaz to open the fridge. he grabs a bottle of water and twists the lid off, and you’re mesmerized.
wait, what?
you mentally shake yourself from your stupor.
“um, he’s at the gym i think. he should be home soon.”
gaz nods, taking a swig from his water. his eyes settle on you once more as he shuts the fridge door.
“but about the bedrooms,” you start, taking a step towards him. “johnny can have his back. im fine with the couch, and—”
“oh, absolutely not, love. I’d sooner take the couch than make you sleep on it.”
“no no,” you say, shaking your head. “I’ve already caused enough problems by moving in. please let me—”
he cuts you off again with a dazzling smile. “it’s settled, love. you’re not sleeping on the couch. and your moving in isn’t a problem, trust me.”
damn, he’s smooth. you feel your cheeks getting hot, and you have to force yourself to look away from him before you melt.
“okay, well, if you won’t let me take the couch, at least let me do the chores and stuff, yeah? it’s not like I have much else to do,” you tell him with a dry chuckle. the whole reason you’d resorted to moving in with johnny was because you were between jobs right now.
you quite literally had all the time in the world to help around the apartment.
kyle almost looks like he’s going to protest again, but he doesn’t. he must see how much you want to do this, how badly you feel for ‘interrupting’ (you’re absolutely not, and although he’d been miffed about johnny not asking him about you moving in at first, he couldn’t care less now. you were stunning).
at his silence, you give a firm nod. “alright then,” you grin, and he matches your expression. “nice to finally meet you, gaz.”
“kyle,” he says, and your smile widens the tiniest bit.
“kyle.” you say, as if testing the word out on your tongue.
“sis, y’home? I was thinking chinese for dinner!” johnny calls out as the door to the apartment opens. he steps inside, toeing off his shoes before rounding the corner to the kitchen.
“you shite!” johnny laughs out as he spots gaz in the kitchen. they both chuckle, embracing each other in short hug, slapping each other on the back.
“y’broken?” you hear johnny ask, and gaz shakes his head.
“nah, all good.”
johnny nods, patting gaz on the shoulder before his eyes shift to you.
“see y’ve met my sis,” he says, moving towards you and ruffling your hair. you groan, slapping at his hand. gaz laughs. “hope she hasn’ given ya trouble.”
“I just came in,” gaz says, eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.
“so she hasn’ had the chance yet, then,” johnny jokes, and you roll your eyes. “chinese alrigh’ gaz?”
the other man nods, and the two soldiers fall into familiar conversation. you feel as though you’re intruding, and you attempt to slip out of the kitchen unnoticed, but gaz stops you by mentioning your name.
“I was just telling your sister that she’s not sleeping on the couch,” he tells johnny, and then his eyes slide to you. you look sheepish, like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar.
“oh, o’course not,” johnny agrees. “I can take the couch, she’s my sister.”
“we could switch, yeah?” kyle looks at johnny. “that couch isn’t that comfortable, mate. I don’t wanna be hearin’ you complain about your back in a few days.”
johnny laughs, but nods. “sounds good. looks like you’re livin’ the life then, aye?” he says to you, and you open your mouth to speak, but kyle beats you to it.
“actually, we were just talking about all that. your lovely sister here was saying she’d like to keep the flat clean.”
“s’that so?” johnny questions, eyebrows raised as he looks at you. “y’don’t have to do that.”
“I want to, johnny. it’s the least I can do after barging in on your lives.”
you can tell by the look on your brother’s face that he’s going to argue, so you swiftly cut him off.
“no arguments! it’ll give me something to do anyways.”
johnny concedes, then excuses himself to shower. you tell him you’ll order the food as he leaves the kitchen.
you and kyle are alone again, and his eyes are trained on you. you clear your throat before fishing your phone out of your pocket.
“what’s your order?” you ask him.
kyle grins. he knows what he’s doing to you.
god, this was going to be an interesting stay.
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author’s note:
this is my first time really writing both johnny and Kyle, so I apologize if they seem ooc!
Not a request or anything BUT what if instead of laswell saying that the reader got discharged she said she died thru something like a car crash however the reader is actually an undercover agent so one day on a mission the boys bump into her and it lowkey sends them into a spiral bc they thought the reader was dead but turns out they’re alive and well (FOR THE TRAITOR SERIES BTW)
ohhhh that’s angsty. they think they’ve finally made peace with what happened and readers accidental death and then BAM! reader is alive and working for someone else.
Johnny’s eyes widening and he elbows Kyle, the other sergeant grumbling as he follows Johnny’s gaze.
“y’seein’ wha’ im seein’?” Johnny asks, and kyle slowly nods.
it’s you, alive and well and pointing a rifle right at them.
“what the fuck are you doing here?” you snarl, and the sergeants don’t even register the bite behind your words because ohmygod you’re alive.
imagining the alternate universe scenario where reader does get honorably discharge
reader’s rage who soars into greater heights- heights they never knew existed- and in this rage reader is determined to drag down someone with them in the spiral
simon who had spilled everything to them
simon who trusted them.
simon who they trusted
simon who they trusted.
so as they leave- as reader passes by simon, no regret comes into their mind as they’re determined to make him feel as broken as they are. to shatter him into a million pieces in order for him to never pick himself again.
what would've happen in an alternate version of traitor where reader was killed before the truth was revealed, do you think?
ohhh I think it would emotionally devastate the boys more than what they already feel. I think it would have a heavier toll, especially on simon, because they killed reader with such anger and rage in their hearts, and reader was telling the truth the whole time.
any chance of reconciliation (which let’s be real— who’s forgiving them for the shit they did????) is completely gone, and the 141 have to live with the fact that they murdered one of their own, an innocent (in that regard), over lies.
could definitely write a one-shot about this in the future 👀
Can't wait for more traitor series but for me the greatest revenge living the life as mrs. graves away from the battle field while taking care of the kids while the others are one by one being KIA (game spoilers). Wonder how will simon and the rest would react if graves intoduce them to his wife knocked up happily living the life with him.
Part 8 (I think that’s what the last one was?) is the finale of traitor! So no more parts to the main story, but im always considering adding drabbles!
and I think the boys would all be shocked. of course Gaz and Johnny are torn they aren’t a part of your child’s life (because they think they would make the best uncles), and price is kinda pissed it’s with graves of all people (but also price realizes (after a stern talking to from Gaz) that he has no reason to be mad because the 141 is the reason you found graves after all).
And Simon? Sad, but it’s fleeting because at the end of the day you deserve to be happy and move on. And is he bitter it’s not with him? Yeah, but he’d never admit that.
I hope it doesn't sound like a critic or compliant, English inst my first language
But I got the impression Simon doesn't care or has ever loved reader? Like I couldn't see it at any moment, he doesn't regret what he's done, he doesn't demonstrate that he cares or think about her in a way that means love. Is Simon incapable of loving someone? A man who lost his entire family and was so eager to lose his said lover too without second thoughts
I understand where you’re coming from! It’s not that simon is incapable of love, it’s just that he’s fearful.
He did allow himself to love reader (eventually) but because he’s been so hurt in the past, he was expecting it from reader, too. that’s why he was so quick to give into those accusations.
it’s almost as if he believed his relationship with reader was too good to be true, and he was waiting for something to tell him his suspicions were right.
as for his remorse— he hates the things that happened to reader, but at the end of the day, the men of the 141 were his family before reader came along. he’d do anything to protect them, and he knew where their loyalties lay.
idk if that makes sense— it’s a little hard for me to find the right words to describe my thoughts about it!
i have the worst pms (cramps, migraines, etc) and ive thrown up twice today because of them 😭😭😭😭😭😭 could you maybe write graves or price comforting their gf through this? no worries if its outside your comfort zone <3
oh no I’m so sorry! I get awful cramps too so I feel you 😭 and I know I’m a few days late to this ask (so I hope you’re feeling better!) but here’s a little drabble :)
also— I wrote this with graves in mind, but feel free to imagine anyone!!
also also this is my first time ever writing something like this so I hope it’s alright!
it’s considered taboo to talk about periods and ‘feminine issues’ with men, and that’s why you don’t bring it up to him.
you suffer in silence, wincing as a particularly brutal cramp makes your hands shake. you inhale deeply, closing your eyes to steady yourself.
“you alright?” you hear him call from the other room. you were just going to get a glass of water— you should’ve been back a minute ago.
“fine!” you call back, and you can’t help the snippiness in your tone. he doesn’t say anything else, and you return to the couch after another minute, flopping down beside him unceremoniously.
“what’s wrong?” he asks, eyes searching your face for a tell. he has an inkling— but he’d be damned if he said it out loud. asking if you were on your period would probably upset you more than
“nothing.” you tell him, and you reach for the remote on the coffee table, only to double over as another cramp hits you.
“c’mere,” he says, his voice soft and sweet as he gently pulls you into him. you don’t even try to fight him. you go willingly, tucking your head under his chin and allowing his arms to wrap around you.
“cramps?” he asks, and you give a small nod.
“want me to get the heating pad?” he asks, and you think for a moment.
“in a minute,” you tell him, closing your eyes and savoring the warmth of his body this close to yours. he was like his own personal heating pad, and you found yourself snuggling deeper into his side.
“this is good enough for now.”
he chuckles, and although you can’t see it, his smile is wide and toothy. he places a kiss on the top of your head, and makes a mental note to get that ice cream you like on his way home from the gym later.
They do something that makes the team feel even worse...
They *understand*.
*****
Imagine reader waking up in that hospital bed, squinting at the bright lights above and feeling the cables and tubes and oxygen mask, when they suddenly remember everything.
They squirm against the bed as they hear a deep and soft voice, "Calm down, kid. It's okay."
Price is next to the bed, sitting a distance away in a chair. He looks exhausted, thick circles under his eyes.
(Basically everything that was in the actual fic happens, except when Price begins to apologize, reader instead goes:)
"It's okay Price..." They whisper in a cracked voice.
The room is quiet as Price processes what you said.
They repeat, "It's okay..."
"It's not okay, love," Price says in a quiet demand. "We were wrong... You were framed like you said you were..." he leans back in his chair with a tired and sad sigh. "We didn't believe you and you suffered for it-"
"Captain," they interrupt gently, "I understand why what happened, happened." They drop their head slightly to the side, looking at Price sideways. "It was a tough situation, you couldn't take the risk to trust me. You're the Captain, you have to make tough calls, you have a team to protect. I understand."
Prices brow creases as he frowns deeply, "You were a part of that team. I was supposed to protect you too, why are you not angry-"
"I am angry." They say almost venomously. "You are not an easy man to trick, Price." they state in a slightly louder voice, hoping their voice doesn't fail them. "Neither is... neither is Simon. I know that whatever evidence you were given, was *good*. Believable."
They swallow thickly before continuing, "I *am* angry, but I understand that you needed to remove me from the team, I understand that you had to treat me with caution and suspicion. I'd have done the same..." Their eyes unwillingly starts brimming with tears as they still feel the ache of their injuries. "The torture? Captain, I-" their voice finally cracks and the tears spill.
Price moves to stand up, likely to comfort them, but at their wince at his movement he freezes. He slowly sits back down, clenching his jaw.
Price knows it's not that simple. They were a part of the team, but the boys all turned against them so easily, and instead of doing what they should have, and held them in isolation, let caution take over, they got angry instead. The men let their anger get the best of them to the point of torturing someone they trusted. And Price says this to them, but they shake their head.
"I know it's not that simple sir, I'm the one with the injuries. I know. But you believed it was the right thing to do. It's not fault. You were lied to, and you believed it." they take a breath to calm their tears.
Price looks down at his hands, "We don't deserve this sympathy, kid. You didn't deserve to be tortured for something you didn't do. But you were, we did."
"It's not about deserving, sir. No one deserves anything and I owe no one anything. I get that, but this is a tricky situation-"
"You shouldn't forgive us this easily." Price bites out as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "We don't deserve that."
"Then isn't it a good thing that's my choice to make and not yours?"
Price looks up to meet their eyes as they smile sadly at him.
"And don't call me naive, sir. I can understand that I'm being kinder than I should be. I have the right to be angrier, to scream and curse at you. This kindness isn't naivety. I know that I have the right to be cruel. But just because I *can* be more cruel, doesn't mean I have to be."
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(My brain isn't properly letting me write what I'm seeing in my mind, but yesterday I had a very cinematic daydream and the dialog is just not coming to me again, I'm for sure writing it whenever it comes to me again
It just makes me feel like that hurts Price and the team infinitely more, knowing that despite the awful pain the men made reader feel, they're being kind.
The men tortured reader for things they didn't do, refused to give understanding. And here reader is, giving understanding for awful things that *were* done to them
Imagine the psychological impact that'll have on the team, especially Simon, who in this daydream of mine is eavesdropping from just outside the room, because he's too afraid to look you in the eyes.)
oooooo your mind!! it’s so powerful. I could definitely see this as an au scenario in the traitor fic universe!
(also this is what simon wants lol. not necessarily forgiveness, but understanding. understanding that they did what they had to do, what they thought was right (even if it wasn’t)).
