#jerru's fics

[jerru-chan]

MilitaryMechanic!Reader is not a tomboy. Just a 5'4" woman who loves tinkering.

When you got assigned to Task Force 141 as their head mechanic, they are skeptical. Because you're too small, too feminine. Your supervisor vouched for you. Heck even Lasswell did. 141 doubted your abilities, but have no choice to accept, cause it was ordered from the higher ups.

Time passes and you got accepted into the force. You actually knew what you're doing. Doing routine maintenance. Lecturing the mechanic who got lazy to do it. Saying stuff like, "It can cause the soldiers their life when their vehicles broke down on them!" You do your job well.

The main team of TF 141 hangs around the shop, asking questions, mechanic related or random stuff that you are able to answer with ease.

During a pre-mission briefing, your name is included in the list. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were concered and wanted to complain. Cause poor little you will definitely be traumatized being in the battle field. Price sighed and explained that there is no reason to remove you from the operation. They try to protest and even looking at you as if expecting to agree. You looked up at the four of them, hands behind you, head cocked to the side.

"Why not?" You asked innocently.

"I mean... I am a combat mechanic."

Looking at them with big innocent eyes.

[jerru-chan]

TF 141 getting abit too drunk on a night out and you have to babysit them. You made, ordered, them to get in to the SUV, which isn't as easy as it sounds. You brought them all in your and Simon's home, as you can't comprehend what the others were saying when asked for their address.

Once home, you basically have to drag them to your living room. Price, Johnny, and Kyle plopped on the sofa, and supported Simon back to the bedroom. You kinda forgot about the other three when you and Simon fell into bed, cause Simon clung into you and refused to let go, so you both fell asleep like that.

The next morning, you got up, deciding to check on everyone and make something for hangovers. You went to the living room and saw the three big men cuddling, more like Kyle and Johnny clinging on either side of Price, on the floor. You stiffled a giggle and scrambled to grab your phone for a picture. For science.

[jerru-chan]

Simon Riley bringing you at the bar with him to meet with his mates, TF 141. People he trusted with his life, literally.

You never went to a bar before, never drank alcohol. Ordered rootbeer instead when Kyle went to the bar to get more drinks.

You enjoyed the night, enjoyed the company. Laughed at something Johnny said. Answered John's questions about yourself.

You drank abit too much rootbeer so you excused yourself from the booth. After exiting the comfort room, and on your way back to the booth, a drunk guy spotted you and asked to hang out. You politely declined, and told him that you're with company. Drunk guy insisted and now his friends tries to trap you. You kept your polite smile and still said no. Drunk guy got irritated and tried to grab you, but you took self-defense classes and grabbed the guy's hand from your left shoulder, twists it, and kicks the back of his knee, making the douche kneel and whine with pain.

Still holding his twisted hand, pushing on his shoulder more, you look around at his friends, and they backed off, shocked, scared. You leaned over the guy who's harrassing you, leaving a piece of advice.

"Next time, don't force your way on picking up women. You never know what they can do. Do you understand?"

Your voice sweet, and calm. Making the drunk guy go pale and nod vigorously. You let him go, his shoulders probably broken. Looked again to the group and smiled. Your oh so so sweet smile. Then excused yourself to get back to your group.

Once you're back to the booth, you noticed that the four men were about to stand, about to rescue you, but froze in shock and disbelief.

"You... uh.... In training for something?" Asked John Price. You giggled and gave him a smile "Not at all, I just learned self-defense."

Bewildered, the men slowly sat back down and looked at Simon. "Guess you better watch out and not make her mad, huh, Lt?" Joked Johnny. Simon just glared at the Scot and scoffed. Simon looked at you and you look back at him all innocently, a glass of rootbeer in your hand.

Simon wonders what else you can do if you're to face a man as big as him. The thought sort of excite him.

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I didn't intend for this to be long... oh well.

[jerru-chan]

more mechanic!reader I BEG OF YOU ITS SOOOOOO GOODDDDD ILL GIVE U MY SOULLLL

Here you go anon! I'll give you your soul back!

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MilitaryMechanic!Reader is not a tomboy. Just a 5'4" woman who loves thinkering. Who got assigned to Task Force 141 as their head mechanic.

After that mission that you got deployed with TF141, you earned the nickname "Reaper Tinkerbell". You managed to do emergency repairs on the vehicle and even artillieries. Even managed to take down enemies when needed.

One time you where doing electrical repairs on the panel your team have to operate on. Coming from the window, an enemy snuck up behind you, covering your mouth, gun on your head. "Shh... don't scream. Else I'll blow your head off."

What's worse was he licked your cheek and sort of checked you out, which made you cringe and shiver in disgust. You let him have his "fun", oogling and groping as distraction to proceed with your plan. You dropped a hammer on his foot, and reached for your wrench from your utility belt and hit him square on the jaw, effectively knocking him out. After making sure the enemy is knocked out cold, you dragged him to the side and tied his wrists with the heavy duty zip ties you have on, and continued working on the panels.

Ghost who was guarding by the door heard the commotion inside rushed in, gun pointed, ready to fire. You only glanced at him and continued working. Ghost looked at you then the guy slumped on the wall, then back at you.

"Tried to sneak up on me." You explained "Socked him with a wrench. Teach him not to mess with a mechanic." You mumbled begrudgingly.

Ghost grunted, amused, and never left your side to guard you from any more ambush as you finish with the repairs.

[jerru-chan]

Simon Riley living with you who's an otaku, buys and collects anime, game, and even sanrio merch.

At first, Simon doesn't mind, even thinks that some of the figures' craftsmanship looks good and very detailed. As time passes, your collection slowly grows, to the point that you have to build a custom cabinet for it, Simon gladly offers help of course. Then came the day Simon was deployed.

After a few months, Simon comes back home.. to you and your "otaku cave" that made him stand frozen at the entrance, looking at your collection, old and new.

"Bloody hell... they're multiplying..." Simon mumbled under his breath. You noticed him looming over the door and skipped over excitedly and giving him a welcome home hug.

Simon couldn't decide if he wanna scold you for buying too much stuff, but decided against it when he saw your big eyes sparkling brightly as you excitedly showed him your newest addition.