Winter

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Adoption Day

Tw: possible language, etc?

Another day of being forgotten. Of being pushed aside while the other kids got all the love and fun….

The day starts. You’re 13 which means to the caretakers that you’re as old enough to do chores on your own. You have to make the younger kids bed, clean up after them, sometimes even set up snacks for them, all the kind of stuff. The only time you Get a break is when adoption time is happening or it’s the kids bedtime and there’s no rowdy kids left.

Currently, you’re sitting in the nook in the window, looking at the drops of water hit the window and run down. Parents are coming in as kids swarm them and try to act their best to be adopted. You stopped trying at 11 when no one looked at you. These two tall and muscular men enter. One wearing a balaclava and hiding his face while one has a shaved mohawk. You barely pay attention though since you’re too wrapped up in your book. Kids avoid the man with a skull mask and his partner since they find them intimidating. They walk up to you and crouch down.

Ghost: “Hey luv, names Simon and this is Johnny. Yers?”

Y/N: “…Y/N.”

Soap: “That’s a lovely lil name you got lad/lass!”

Ghost: “That seems to be a lovely book you got there. You like books?”

Y/N: “I guess..”

Soap: “I love to read books too! We already got something in common! Say, would you like to come with us?”

Y/N: “Are you sure you wanna choose me?…There’s plenty of other kids here…”

Before either of the men could respond, these two twin boys ran up to them and tugged their sleeve.

Max: “Pwease pway wit us!”

Mason: “Yeah! Let’s play tag!”

Soap: “Alright you wee ones.”

Both Ghost and Soap got up and chased after them. Just when you thought it would happen…Just when you were begining to think..It was indeed useless…The two men would adopt the twins and leave, never looking back. You felt a lump in your throat but held it back. You continued to read as if the interaction you had meant nothing to you. What you didn’t expect was for the two men to walk back towards you.

Ghost: “So, what do ye say? Would you like to become our daughter/son?

Soap: “We would love you ‘ave you as part of the family.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You for sure thought they would adopt the twins…You look around as if you didn’t believe what you were hearing.

Soap: “We’re talking to you lad/lass. It’s okay.”

You nod hesitantly and Ghost reached his hand towards you, and you took it.

Caretaker: “Ah, Y/N? Are you sure? You could pick these younger lovely girls or boys-“

Ghost: “Yes. We are taking Y/N. She/he will be our perfect little child.”

The caretaker nodded and handed them the paperwork to sign. You took a look at the place for one last time, finally being adopted after so many years. You finally get a proper home…

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Soap and Ghosts New Omega

Tw: language, experiments, etc

Summary: You once were their omega and now you were replaced by a new one. You are forgotten and captured by enemies and experimented on.

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Everything was nice, just you and your two alphas, Simon Riley and Johnny MacTavish. That was all until Mia showed up. Her blond silk hair and ocean blue eyes captivated them like a trance.

You were sitting with Ghost and Soap when Mia walked in. They couldn’t draw their attention away from her as she walked.

Y/N: “Guys?…Hello? Soap? Ghost?”

They didn’t respond. And when they did, it was to answer her.

Mia: “Can one of you alphas show me around?”

Soap: “Aye lass! I can.”

Mia: “That’s so sweet of you! Ghost, I heard you’re great at combat. Mind giving me a hand with some lessons?”

Ghost: “Aye. Of course I can.”

Y/N: “What about our date night?…”

Soap: “That’s not important right now. Mia’s training is more important. We can reschedule anyways.”

You could feel your heart tug as they got up from the couch to talk to her. You felt tears threaten to spill but you held it in and left. Price found you in the training room.

Price: “You should go talk to em.”

Y/N: “It’s no use, they replaced me..”

Price: “They’ve spent years with you. They aren’t just gonna leave you. Cmon mate, let’s go talk to them.”

Y/N: “Alright…”

Price managed to convince you to go back and talk to them. But what you saw made your heart drop. Mia was sitting on Ghosts lap while Soap was sitting next to them. They were all laughing and smiling despite Ghost wearing a mask, you could see him smiling just by his eyes…

Price: “Ghost, Soap. We need to talk. Now.”

Ghost: “Little busy Price.”

Price: “Now. You aren’t just gonna leave Y/N for some new omega. You’ve spent years with him/her.”

Soap: “Mia is our future. Y/N was just our past.”

Your heart shattered. You felt tears prick. They chose her over you. Her. Why not you? You ran out crying. The cold air making you shiver. Suddenly, you feel a pinch in your neck and faint.

Man #1: “We got the target. Heading back now.”

Man #2: “Your gonna be an excellent weapon…”

You wake up tied to this cold table. A blinding light overhead. You see this guy wearing a plain lab coat with goofy looking goggles.

Scientist: “You’ve waken up! They won’t notice you missing. Let’s start now, shall we?”

He starts injecting you with all sorts of stuff that made you feel IMMENSE pain. Your bond between the two alphas began to ever so slowly snap. Your eyes turned darker and so did your hair. You turned violent and had growing hatred. They took tests on how violent and stronger you grew. You passed everything. You could only see red. You couldn’t remember much but how much you were betrayed and hurt.

Meanwhile, they finally noticed your disappearance.

Ghost: “Where’d Y/N go? Shouldn’t ‘e be back by now?”

Mia: “He’ll/she’ll be fine.”

Price: “No she’s/he’s not. The footage shows he/she got kidnapped. We need to move NOW.”

Soap: “Yer fucking with me! No way he’s/she’s gone!”

Price: “Move your ass MacTavish! NOW!”

You were soon released on a new mission. Defeat the Task Force 141. You could smell them. You could track them…You HATED them. All you could see was red…

You come upon the four men Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price who were in search of you. You crept quietly, not daring to make a sound. You suddenly pounced onto Gaz! He yelped and they others drew their guns at you.

Gaz: “AGHH!”

Soap: “Y/N!”

Ghost: “GET OFF OF ‘IM!”

Your head snapped up at the familiarity of his voice. Why did he seem so familiar?…Why did they seem so familiar?…

Price: “What did they do to you?…”

Y/N: “…”

You put up a brutal fight, as they struggled to pin you without harming you. Ghost had to whack you in the head hard to get you to stop. You collapsed and they all stopped to catch their breath. They were in shock…they loving Y/N they knew who was so cuddly and sweet, turned into a savage killer who knew no mercy.

They had to keep you under while they tried to figure out how to get you back to normal. You were asleep for 2 months before they did tests and finally got you to change back.

Y/N:”mmm…what the?…”

Soap: “Your back! We’re so glad yer okay!”

Ghost: “We’re so sorry lad/lass…We couldn’t ’ave treated ye like that…”

You couldn’t quite understood what they meant, but you knew they would change their ways.

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A life with the Simon Riley. Life would be great right? Only if he actually acknowledged you. He always just grunts an answers or stares at you when you talk to him. When he actually does respond, it’s always in a firm and cold tone. You tried to make him loosen up his tough demeanor but you gave up and got used to it quickly.

Today, you visited the base to help around like you sometimes did. Soap, Price, Gaz, and Ghost returned from a mission exhausted. Simon wasn’t expecting you to be there. So when he entered the common room, he was chuckling to a joke Soap said. Chuckling? Since when did he chuckle? He froze and went back to his cold demeanor once he noticed you.

Soap: “Aye! Lass/Lad! Good t ‘see ya here again!”

You smiled in response and continued with cleaning up the common room. Ghost was clearly irritated with your presence. You could feel a hole burning into the back of your head as he continued to stare you down.

Price: “We’re about to head out to get some beer, you gonna come with Y/n”

Y/n: “Nah, I’m good. Thanks though.”

Price: “If ya insist love, don’t hesitate to join us though.”

You noticed out of the corner of your eye, Ghost gripped the edge of his seat by Price calling you “love”. So you decided to mess with Simon a little.

Y/n: “I’m alright dear, I’ll just stay and clean here.”

Ghost suddenly stood up

Ghost: “You lads go on ahead, I’m gonna stay ‘ere with Y/n…”

When the group left, he suddenly stood up.

Ghost: “What the FUCK was that Y/n!?”

Y/n: “What?”

Ghost: “Why the hell did you call him dear?”

Y/n: “Why do you care? It’s not like you would ever call me that-“

Ghost: “ENOUGH! I’ve had it with your stupid fucking behavior!”

You froze. He’s never lashed out before. You wanted to speak back but you felt this lump in your throat. Like barbed wire was strangling your neck…Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You choked out your words.

Y/n: “Fine…”

You left him alone. His eyes widened with realization and he froze. He…shouldn’t have done that. Why did he have to be so stupid? He ran after you.

Ghost: “Y/N! Wait! I was stupid! Please..”

You froze. He never apologized to you before…No…not once has he ever apologized…That’s when he hugged you from behind and whispered into your ear.

Ghost: “I’m so sorry luv…I shouldn’t have been such an ass…I promise, I’ll treat you better.“

You shuttered. This was the first time he’s ever hugged you… Not to mention how soft his tone was.. He spun you around and he slowly lifted up his mask just enough to show his under side of the face up to his nose. He leaned in…You couldn’t stop him and you both kissed.

Soap: “Aye! We’re back- BLOODY H-“

Price whacked him hard to shut him up and let you two have your moment.

You both detached immediately the moment you both saw them.

Gaz: “What did we miss?…”

Ghost: “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

He winked at you as you all went back to the common room, his arm wrapped around your waist..holding you close.

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Yall, I’m back. Sorry I was gone for so long. I might now write as much anymore but I’m back!

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New idea.

Write your two sentence horror stories below

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I have more motivation. I came across a video about Hamilton writing 85 essays and thought I would write smth about it. I have a headache after writing those for a total of about 41 minutes

85 Essays

When you were little, Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley, and Captain John Price found you. They took you in and ever since then they took care of you, providing you with anything you need.

You’ve grown up and are in (middle or High) and you have to do an essay. You were paired with the worst group possible. The ones who do absolutely nothing and just chat all day. You’re in a group of four and they all together wrote one essay while you wrote the rest…84 essays in the span of 6 months.

You’re writing your 75th essay and Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap notice you’ve been in your room for the past 5 months…You’d only come out for bathroom breaks and meal times which you didn’t even finish your meals.

“This is concerning me..”

Price spoke while at the dinner table. You already left and only finished half your food and in a quick manner as well.

“Aye, an it’s been goin on for five months already.”

Soap agreed as he ate as well. Gaz was nodding along and Ghost stayed silent but a hint of concern in his eyes for you. You’ve been going to school everyday and been staying in your room for about the whole time during weekends.

“She looks tired every day don’t knae think?”

Soaps Scottish accent thick.

“Is she even sleeping?”

Gaz asked as he finished his food. Everyone else finished their meals and they washed the dishes while they planned. They were gonna see if you were still awake at midnight.

Time skip

It’s about 12 am. You’ve been writing for hours. Only using the bathroom once every 3 or more hours. Getting up to stretch every 2 hours for a short span of time. You’re tired, mentally and physically exhausted, and every other icky feeling.

The three only goofed off while you did all the work. Only pretending to be working when the teacher was looking over or walking by, before going back to chatting their heads off. It got so annoying. And the fact you were writing, not typing on your computer but writing all these essays!

You were supposed to write about at least 20 essays spilled equally. The teacher stated that the record he had ever had in his class was a group who did about 36 essays until the due date. The group wanted to beat that score and brag.

You have written about 78 essays and it’s about 1:30 am. Your body is screaming for you to rest for at least a day but you force yourself to stay awake. That’s when your head your door freak open.

“Kid?…”

Its Prices voice. You turn and see Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost walking into your room.

“Oh…I was just finishing up something real quick-“

“Something you’ve been doing until it’s been 2 am?..”

Gaz asks. It’s 2 already?…That was quick.

“Kiddo, you need sleep.”

Ghosts voice speaks, his voice gruff

“No…not yet. Just one more…”

“One more what?”

Soap asks as he crosses his arms.

“One more essay..”

“Essay?!”

Gaz exclaims. Your gaze went to the stack of papers on the floor next to you.

“How many essays did you write exactly, luv?”

Soap asks with confusion

“Uh…about 80?…”

“80?!?”

Soap, Gaz, and Price exclaim. Ghosts eyes widened.

“Yeah…”

“How much sleep have you gotten?”

Ghost asks as you reply with

“…About 4 hours?…maybe less?…”

They stare dumbfounded at you. You’ve been writing 80 essays in 5 months?!

“Your doing this by yourself?!”

“Technically my group did one essay…”

“ONE?!”

After a long lecture they tucked you into sleep and discussed about this absolutely stupid situation. They ended up calling the teacher and even the teacher was surprised. You finished your other 4 essays the next day and you turned them in. When you were presenting, the teacher pulled the other three students aside and gave them F’s for this assignment.

The teacher announced this to the whole class. Everyone was shocked. 84 essays?! Too much! You were given a week off and TF141 basically made you rest the whole time. Sleep, eating, drinking, self care, etc. You were sore the whole time you were writing. Body aching. (Dont do this in real life and rest!!!)

The end of this story

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I’m so sorry about your loss, it must be so hard and devastating. sending lots of love and hugs your way!!

It’s okay. I’ll take them hugs and love! MAKE SURE TO TAKE CATE OF YOURSELF!!!!

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Mission Failed

Your back after a huge mission fail. You messed up big time and put not only the mission but even your teammates at risk! You’re now getting yelled at by everyone. Mainly Price.

“God damn it! You had one fucking job! You could’ve killed us all ya know that?!”

You could tell just by his voice he was pissed off. Gaz and Soap were standing behind him looking disappointed while Ghost stood off to the side quietly.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to-“

“The fack ya mean knae didn’t mean to?!”

Soap yelled, his Scottish accent thick with tension and anger. Little did they know you had a bullet wound to the stomach that was slowly bleeding out.

“Explain why you messed up.”

Gaz’s voice spoke up. Also angered.

“I-!”

You lurched forward. The pains starting to kick in. You didn’t even realize you were shot that bad! Ghost catches you

“What the…”

Blood. Bloods starting to swap through your shirt.

“Your injured?!”

Price yelled out with his anger turning into concern immediately.

“MEDIC! We need a damn medic!”

Soap yelled out while Ghost was applying pressure to your wound. Medics rushed in with a stretcher and Ghost puts you on it as your carried out. The four follow you concerned now. After a while you their let in. You’ve been treated and you’ll be fine after a few days of rest.

“God damn it, why didn’t knae tell us you were hurt?”

Soap spoke with concern seeping in his tone. You just stared back at him weak. Ghost rough voice spoke up

“How did this happen…”

“Someone was about to get shot. I couldn’t let them get killed…”

They all stare at you. You jumping in the way exposed their position but luckily no one got injured unlike you.

“I’d say it was worth it..”

“Ya dumbass…”

Price muttered as he rubbed his temple. You spent the rest of your recovery in the med bay until you’re finally let out again.

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Can y’all believe it’s 2025???

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Hey y’all. Sorry I haven’t wrote anything yet. Probably won’t for a while as well since my dad died last night…Sorry again to disappoint!

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Y’all Christmas is coming up! Who’s ready for it?

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Hi hiiiii to my wonderful writer! Wassupppp! Haven’t checked up in a while and wanted to see how you’re doing :D

(BTW these authors reminded me of your previous stories on the foster parents 141 and I thought that was so coool! You should check em out!

They’re @docdudo and @qwimblenorrisstan and it’s their “hybrid TF 141 foster parents x reader” and I thought you might like it too!)

Anyways, have a nice day and MAKE SURE TO DRINK WATER AND NOT OVERWORK YOURSELF!!!

Thank you! Sorry I haven’t been posting lately! I’ll definitely read it! MAKE SURE YOU ALSO DRINK WATER AND NOT OVERWORK YOURSELF! ^.”.^

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Happy Veterans Day!❤️ thanks to all the soldiers out there who are and have fought

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I’m bored.

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I’m making this a series.

Cat Facts! ^.”.^

Righting Reflex

Cats have this thing called “Righting reflex” which is a natural sense of balance which allows them to twist their bodies while in the air to land on their feet. However, they might not always lend on their feet which depends on how high they fell from.

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I’m doing something other the TF141.

Cats Facts! ^.”.^

Ears

Cats have 32 muscles in each ear which allows them to rotate their ears 180 degrees and lets them move each ear independently. This helps them identify and pinpoint locations of sounds.

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Sorry for not posting in a while. Busy and I can’t find any new ideas!