Mind u I JUST found ur account and saw u were hispanic, I'm brazilian and sometime I struggle to find some content with a latina reader or even brazilian reader
Don't know if ur taking requests, but would u make a one shot of reader being brazilian and being super proud of it, and when meeting Alejandro and Rudy she discover that they are mexican so she is super excited about having other latinos on the group/mission and gets along really well with Los Vaqueros
Or some headcanons of a brazilian reader in the taks 141?
I don't know if every latin person does this but we brazilians have a habit of calling other latinos "hermanos" or "hermanas" as to be friendly and caring, specially when there are few latinos and we want to show that we are a safe space to that person
lmao I call my fellow latinos, "primo" or "prima" or "besinos" sometimes (usually folks from Venezuela, Peru, Ecuador, or Brazil-- since I'm Colombian) haha absolutely my friend! One oneshot coming right up! ❤️
You were the latest addition to the Task Force, a new effort to "inject culture" as you so lovingly had teased. And true enough, you brought color to the task force. Soap had practically dropped to one knee in front of you the first time you made feijoada in a crock pot in the rec room, the smell permeated the room in the most homely way possible. There was a warmth in your chest at having cared for your teammates the best way you knew how, especially at how readily they ate up their portions, Soap and Gaz elbowing each other to get seconds.
You proudly brought your team into frame anytime you got a FaceTime call from your family back home, joyfully introducing them in beautiful Portuguese, laughing when your cousins teased Soap for his hair, playfully admonishing your nephews for making comments about Ghost's mask, telling your mom to back off when she started asking which one of them you were going to bring home for the holidays.
Task Force 141 was being assigned a joint operation with some members of Los Vaqueros to help dismantle the remnants of some narcos operation. Soap had been talking your ear off about Alejandro and Rudy, their previous collaboration with the men was before your transfer into the task force. Needless to say, you were curious to meet the men.
The five of you were sat in the briefing room reviewing plans and schematics when Alejandro and Rudy walked with competence and confidence. With an ease that spoke to how well they knew the men in the room,
"¿Qué onda?" Alejandro firmly shook the team's hands and pulled them into firm embraces, until it was your turn. You gave him your name with a grin that matched his, an enthusiasm whose origin he caught onto quickly,
"¿Hablas español?"
"Portuguese, hermano." You beamed, "But I can understand you for the most part."
"Brazil?" Rudy offered as he shook your hand warmly,
"Where else?" You beamed,
"Here comes trouble." Soap teased, earning a playful elbow in the ribs from you. Alejandro laughed, bright and deep,
"Qué chingón. This is going to be better than I thought."
The remainder of the op would pass in a surprisingly joyful blur. Alejandro and Rudy would speak to you in Spanish, and you'd either answer in Portuguese on instinct or you'd ask Alejandro to repeat himself, bastard speaks Spanish faster than you can keep up with at times. And he'd always, happily repeat himself. Rudy would ask you to teach him a few phrases in Portuguese and he'd tell you a few in Spanish, always careful to let you know when slang was involved.
You'd compare your breakfast dishes, while arguing that Brazil had the best. In your proud opinion, nothing beats pão de queijo with some scrambled eggs and coffee. To which Alejandro would protest that huevos rancheros were better, earning him a swift, playful, smack on the arm. Rudy gently interjected with his preference of huevos divorciados, resulting in both you and Alejandro looking at him like he'd sprung a second head.
The nights would end around a crackling fire, something warm cradled between palms, laughter and teasing nonstop. You loved going toe to toe with Alejandro, you loved hearing the easy Spanish he shared with Rudy and the rest of his men. It made you feel right at home.
And 141? They loved seeing this side of you, proud, joyful, and sharing in the beauty of your home.
(Not gonna lie, my Mexican slang is rusty af why was I trying to make Alejandro Colombian whoops 😭😭😭)
Fuck it y’all, I need to stretch my writing muscles because boy they’re stiff.
Send me your requests please! For now, while I’m still getting back into the swing of things, all I ask is: if you’re doing a 141 ask, keep it within 141 (don’t go adding Los Vaqueros or KorTac with them), but that doesn’t mean you can’t request anything for the aforementioned teams ❤️
I’m aliiiiiive!! And so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth for like two years. Life has been busy but I’m excited to be writing again.
I still can’t get this stupid ass game out of my head, and I’m still obsessed with these three random ass Brits and one ridiculous Scot.
I’ve started writing a lot more over on Ao3! I’ve moved a lot of my “x Reader” fics over there, just not headcanon stuff yet.
You can find the x Reader stuff here ❤️
I’ve also started writing two separate fics with an original female character, specifically paired with Ghost— because I still adore that man 😭 also, it’s the same character but different AUs I guess? Idk. I had two separate ideas 😭
Here’s one (updated just today):
Cien Años: He remembers the exact day she left. She remembers the day he stopped writing. Fifteen years later, Lieutenant Evelyn "Echo" Miller is a sniper folded into Task Force 141, steady-handed and sharp-eyed, with a life she built from the pieces he left behind. Simon Riley buried that part of his life a long time ago, whereas Evelyn built something new in its place. Neither of them is prepared for what’s left between them, or what came from it.
And here’s the other one (last update was a while ago):
Hopeless Wanderer: Lt. Evelyn “Echo” Miller is a former special forces sniper turned intelligence analyst. When she comes highly recommended by Laswell, Price doesn’t ask any questions (not openly at least). She’s hesitant to let them in, hesitant to open up, scared to get attached and lose them. But there’s one operator in particular that manages to get under skin in a way she doesn’t expect. Little does she know, the feeling goes both ways.
I’d love for you guys to read them and tell me your thoughts!!
I’m debating opening up requests again, as I want to work on these fics. But I’ll keep you guys posted!
Thanks for sticking around as long as you have! And I hope everyone is doing ok!! ❤️
childhood best friend!kyle gaz garrick who is jealous of simon ghost riley x reader
“Simon!” You shouted, “eyes up here.”
Your lieutenant’s gaze shifts from your exposed chest in that tight sports bra to your smirking face. Your fists were up in front of your face, ready to evade him on the training mat once more. He was distracted by you and you liked that. You liked that he was interested, even if you two hadn’t formally acknowledged it yet.
You two have been dancing around each other for months and it’s been slowly edging closer to the point of snapping. You could practically taste it now.
“Don’t flatter y’erself.” Simon attempts to play off, shaking his arms out, cracking his neck. “And it’s Lieutenant Riley to you, dove.”
“Wanna come take that up over here?” You ask with a smirk. Never would you say this without the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but right now, you’d love nothing more than to rile him up.
You could see Simon’s smile under the mask, his eyes creasing ever so slightly. He began to step towards you, completely intending to pin you beneath him on the mat, his hands gripping your wrists, his knee sliding up between your thighs and against your-
“Take it easy on her, would ya? Don’t you have paperwork to finish?” Kyle interrupts.
The two of you turn to look at him watching on. His arms crossed out in front of him, eyes piercing into Simon.
You glare at Kyle with a look that surely says “dude, I’m trying to get some, piss off.”
So much for being a good wing-man.
Kyle was your childhood best friend and the two of you had joined the military together once you both turned of age. He was always so protective of you and there when you needed him, the best of friends.
And it’s not like Kyle wasn’t interested - he most certainly was, though he feared you didn’t feel the same.
He knew you to your core and he could tell that you felt something for his Lieutenant, not him. Something in which Kyle has never been on the receiving end of. It hurts, of course, but he wants you to be happy… Just with him. So, it’s not gonna stop him from making it hard for Simon.
“I think Captain Price was asking for you earlier, should head up to his office, yeah? Sounded urgent.”
Kyle pursed his lips at his superior, giving you a side glance before walking off.
You sigh, rolling your eyes. Simon clears his throat and adjusts his pants when you briefly look away.
“Y’a know, this is the third time he’s done that this week.” Simon chuckles softly, walking over to you slowly.
Your eyes fix on his big figure, his workout shirt tight to his toned body. You feel the heat flush your face as you look up to him.
“He’s doing it on purpose, I’m sorry.” Simon’s hand comes up to brush your cheek.
“Don’t be, I’ll keep tryin’.” You smile and place your hand on top of his. Simon knows how Kyle feels for you, but he couldn’t keep holding off for his sake when nothing has come of it in all these many months. You weren’t interested in Kyle, simple as that, but you were interested in Simon.
“Oh, will you now?” You tease and Simon bends down, bringing his face closer to yours.
“Yea, I will. Y’er worth it.”
Simon brings his lips against yours through the mask and you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in closer. Simon pulls back briefly to push his mask up to his nose. You open your eyes just to catch a glimpse of his scarred mouth, but you don’t care, he’s gorgeous. He’s so gorgeous, he’s warm and he’s all yours. You reconnect your lips again with a moan, finally being able to taste him.
Meanwhile, Kyle just watches you two from a distance, his stomach and jaw tighten. His girl with his lieutenant, like a punch to the gut.
His heartbreak becoming a reality right in front of his eyes.
Scraping the bottom of the barrel for heavily scarred/facially scarred reader fics💔💔💔 And I don’t want little knicks. I want rebuilt or missing noses, jaw reconstruction, missing or deformed ears, burn damage, missing fingers, missing teeth/fillings
Like I’ll draw it myself but mannn all these years in the military and reader is ready for the glambot😭
What other reader would be their other pair? (ft, Gyaru!reader, and others,,)
Gyaru!reader – my gal would either need a Himbo!reader, bimbo!reader, or gyaruo!reader to match her freak but her with Batman!reader would be so cute!!
Tattoo parlor owner!reader – Florist!reader for the Ao3 cliche, but soldier!reader (who has a shitload of tattoos) or baker!reader (who offers to bake their new friend a cake inspired off of their tats) would also work.
Cupid!reader – seeing Cupid!reader interact with soldier!reader who has never EVER fallen in love before would be so funny 😭. Babes would be like “am I not doing my job right??” and soldier would just be staring like “ooo pretty angel 😍”.
Himbo!reader – okay so I know I just said bimbo reader would be cute BUT I forgot that’s his blood of ‘i might not be brightest, but I’m definitely the cutest!” He def thinks off of her as his sister soo..Tattooist!reader would be silly, big guy being amazed at Tattoos or scars Tattooist!reader has, and broski’s just goes “oh these? Just some lil’ scratches.”
Himbo!reader is immediately HARD.
Moth!reader – Hear me out on Batman!reader, but as the versions of Bruce that kinda have bat traits. Sleeping weirdly, odd eating habits, practically using their cape as arms. (This is because Moth!reader is originally shipped w/ a humanoid bat guy..), it would be cute!! Moth running into Batman!reader, befriending them, before Bat starts acting weird around them. Moth is like “Are they okay?? Wait, are they planning to eat me or something?? ☹️”, while Batman!reader is having an anxiety attack because they’ve never felt like this before..and they realize that their body is trying to tell them “WE NEED TO COURT THAT FUCKING BUG.”
singlemom!reader – hehehe, me. 😛 (ILL GET OUTT 🥲), but anyways soldier!reader would work well with this. Imagine being friends with singlemom!reader and a LARGE SCAR-FILLED FUCKING DEATH THREAT is peeking over her shoulder, cooing at her baby who is practically unfazed. You’d be like “FUCK, READER, LOOK.”, and your concern being answered with “oh that’s just (random nickname that her baby started calling soldier).” This is so silly I love it.
Ladybug!reader – Moth!reader would be cute because they’d bond over being “bug girls/boys/babies!!”, but realistically I would love ladybug with singledad!reader. A whimsical 22 year old with a tired basic 26 year old dad would be so odd, but they make it work. Singledad!reader’s kid calling ladybug!reader a fairy or smth, while their dad looks smug asf about it as if he’s saying “I know, guess who got luckyyy, this guy!”. 😭 (LADYBUG WOULD SAY THEYRE FLUTTERSHY AND DISCORD OR LADY AND JAKE,, 🥹)
Hello, y’all! Does anyone know what happened to BlackTacMopsi? I was always a huge fan, and loved their work, but they deactivated their Tumblr one day. I wanna know if they’re okay.
