Alex :3

Minor | 🇷🇴| she/her

[writinginarcadia]

John Price is home on your birthday

Fem!reader, she/her pronouns

No age mentioned but.. it's legal, ok? I just love John

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John is your boyfriend *Giggles and claps feet together while rubbing my hands like a fly*

No Y/N in this one because I'd rather watch Soap's shitty death again and again than write that in my fics ever again..

Written in a rush so it's shit but IDC CUZ IT'S MY BIRTHDAY RAHHHH ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DEATH BABY!

It's your birthday and somehow the stars aligned and your boyfriend is home! You wake up at a reasonable 11.30am, a good start, and... John isn't next to you. Okay. He's probably making you a nice birthday breakfast!

You hurry down the stairs.

"John?" you call out and.. nothing. "Johnathan..?" you call out his full name, maybe he'll answer if you do? But nobody came. You walk into the kitchen with furrowed eyebrows and there's a note on the fridge.

..Okay. No happy birthday, no nothing.. At the pub in the morning.. nothing new. You check your phone and he has his location off.

"The fuck.." you murmur. You look around the kitchen, at least he made you breakfast. You eat it with a frown but damn this man can make some banging scrambled eggs...

You call him after 15 minutes of sulking.

"Hi, pretty,"

"Johnathan."

"Everything alright, luv?" You can tell he didn't expect that.

You chew the inside of your cheek.

"Yeah," you lie through your teeth. "Was wondering when you'll come home."

"What time is it now?"

You look at the clock on your phone. "Almost 12pm. 10 minutes to 12."

"Probably 15. Half past it if I drink too much. I'm walkin'. Why?"

"Just asking. I wanted to go shopping," you hum.

"Shopping? Sure. Whatever your heart desires."

You huff.

"Will do. Bye." You hang up.

"Love y-" Price can't even finish his sentence, you hang up. He sighs, looking at his teammates who are all carrying various gift bags.

"Alright. We have a few hours to get everything ready. She left to go shopping."

"Wait, she's not home? Oh, this is braw!" Johnny smiles, fixing his grip on the gift bags.

"Don't you think she'll be upset you lied to her?" Kyle raises an eyebrow, winning a sigh from Price.

"Well, she won't be upset for long, no?" he gives Kyle a look.

"If you say so, sir," Kyle mumbles.

"Och, don't worry about it. She's gonna be fine. She's shopping!" Johnny pats Kyle's shoulder.

"Should've wished her a happy birthday already, though," Simon shakes his head. "'s not nice."

Price sighs. "I get it. Should've." He hands Kyle his unlocked phone. "Check her location for me, I've got my hands full."

"Farawae Mall, sir." He hands Price his phone back.

"Good. We have time to get home and set everything up then."

The boys arrive at your— your and John's— house and quickly set everything up in the living-room. A banner that says HAPPY BIRTHDAY, balloons with your age, cake of your favorite flavour and lots and lots of gifts. Now, they wait.

Price keeps checking your location.

"She'll come home soon," Kyle reassures his captain.

You walk through the door 30 minutes later and Price is in the hallway to greet you.

You stare at him.

"Hello lovie," Price smiles and if you weren't so mad at him you'd melt at his quokka smile.

"You.. fucker," you start, pushing your finger in his chest and Price just stares at you with wide eyes. You don't even ask how or why he's home before 15.

"Love-" he starts but you interrupt him.

"No! I woke up to an empty, cold, bed. You weren't home. All you left was a shitty note, at least you had the brain to say you love me on it. I called you, nothing. No happy birthday no nothing." Your eyes are watery now. "I just wanted a nice birthday with my boyfriend and he decided a cold beer was better," you sniffle.

Price immediately wipes your tears. "Oh, shh. No, princess.." he tuts and gently guides you to the living-room. When you see everything you gasp.

"Happy birthday!" the men say in unison.

"Happy birthday, love," Price whispers in your ear, kissing the top of your head.

"Guys.." you smile, sniffling. "Thank you."

You turn to Price. "Never do that again," you stare at him. You're talking about all the.. lying and not wishing you happy birthday and he knows that, clearing his throat, he looks away.

"How about y' open your presents, lass?" Johnny suggest and you smile, walking over to the pile of gifts.

"Guyyys, this is so nice!" you squeal as you open boxes filled with things that you absolutely love and adore: merchandise of your interests, tools for your hobbies etc.

The boys all smile, including Simon, and gather in front of you. Kyle pulls out his phone and you hear the sound of a recording start.

"Guys what are you?-" you look at the three men with furrowed eyebrows and then turn around. You gasp.

There he is. Johnathan Price, your bofriend, on one knee, holding the prettiest ring you've ever seen.

"My sweetheart, love and light of my life, will you make me the happiest man and marry me?"

You immediately hug him, making you both fall on the floor.

"Yes, yes!! A hundred and fourty-one times yes!" You pepper his face with kisses and he laughs, putting the ring on your finger while the others cheer.

"Happy birthday, wifey," he whispers before kissing your lips.

[alexinarcadia]

Nikto x Romanian!Reader because I'm frothing at the mouth for that man.

Nobody understands how you, a Romanian, managed to fall in love with him, a Russian, and vice versa. And truthfully, neither do you and Nikto..

Nikto is a quiet man, speaks only when deemed necessary and instead opts for grunts and sounds instead of speaking.. You, on the other hand, are loud and energetic. You're not afraid to speak your mind — it's in your blood, anyway. But you don't really care, because you love each other anyway.

Oftentimes, when both you and Nikto are just done with speaking English, you start speaking your native languages and try your best to understand each other. Nikto loves hearing you babble about your interests to him in Romanian, he finds it relaxing. And you, obviously, love hearing him speak in Russian about his interests! :D

Listen, I know Nikto is often seen as this manly and emotionless guy but I like to think that he would melt whenever you call him something even as simple as dragă (dear). Seriously, if you can't get him to do something for you just call him a petname in Romanian and he immediately does it for you.

Oh and, when it comes to your wedding day he wants to include traditional aspects from both of your cultures.

The end because eueeewwoqpapsoww0w0w NIKTOOOOOOOO

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Support animal

Hybrid!reader x Task Force 141

tags:

GN!reader

ONESHOT (nothing more after this lol)

Nonspecified Hybrid reader (I tried my best to not mention the species but know I had a dog in mind when writing this)

Nonspecified nationality of reader. I want everyone to enjoy this.

2nd person POV ("You say..", "You smile..")

Price centered

cw:

angst question mark, there's more humour than anything..

Maybe mischaracterization of the Task Force?

I'm sorry but use of Y/N. I couldn't work around it.. I'M SORRYYYY

The lioness does not concern herself with the amount of words she wrote (>1k)

A/N: I saw how my Puppy!Hybrid!Reader post was getting attention again so I wanna write more hybrid stuff. Just that this reader is ~25 (an adult either way) so that they can have a job (idk man).

Oh and @sheepispink also kinda inspired me with her neglected Beta reader. Make sure to read her post!! ^^ (no a/b/o mentioned in my fic but yk)

Huge thanks to @floating--goblin for being my Beta reader ^^ (follow him on his art acc @floating-goblin-art )

NO AI USED IN WRITING THIS. ANY EM DASHES ARE WRITTEN BY A HUMAN!! RAHHHH

A hybrid. That's what everyone saw you as. Nothing more, but at least.. nothing less.

"Wake up." You're shaken awake by one of the caretakers at the facility. "Pack your bags. Someone chose you," he says before leaving your room.

'Your room'. It looked more like a prison cell rather than an actual room but you don't really have the priviledge to complain.. or energy.

You rub your face and slowly sit up, packing your bags as fast as you can. You got chosen and they didn't even see or talk to you? Something wasn't right.

When you meet the person adopting you, you find out it's people. They're wearing gear and you quickly realize they're soldiers. What would they even need from you?

The man in the boonie hat smiles at you. "My name is John Price." he holds out a hand and you hesitantly shake it.

H u m a n s.

None of them a hybrid. No scent to overwhelm you. At least there's that.

"Y/N," you nod.

The others introduce themselves as well: The man with the mohawk and Scottish lilt was named Soap— what kind of name is Soap? The man wearing a cap and with the sweetest voice ever was named Gaz and the tallest fucker you've ever seen, wearing a skull mask, was named Ghost. You quickly realized they weren't saying their real names, and that Ghost was definitely an edgy kid who used to be obsessed with DevianArt.

You looked at the men, trying to figure out their intentions but trying to avoid Soap's eyes. Yes, his eyes were similar to the beautiful color of a robin's egg but they were.. scary. You shuddered and tightened your grip on your bag.

You sucked your teeth in and nodded. "Lead the way," you motion for Price to walk, knowing the paperwork was already done.

John nodded and lead you to the black Jeep with tinted windows in the back of the parking lot. On the way to the car, though, he explained that they are a SAS task force and informed you of each of their ranks. You listened carefully, asking some questions here and there and Price gladly answering. You finally arrive at the car and Price opens the door for you.

"Step in," he smiles. He looks like a quokka.

You climb in the back seat and of all the people possible, the ex edgy kid who didn't quite grow out of it, behemoth of a man, Ghost sat next to you, squeezing you between the door and his body. You huff, ears twitching in annoyance and Ghost simply crinkled the corners of his eyes, crossing his arms. Johnny sat next to him so yay, even more getting squished. At least you're not between them. Gaz smiles at you from the passenger seat.

You stay silent on the way to the base. You have nothing to say and, really, if you wanted to, you'd wait for a better time to say it rather than when you're crammed in a car.

You finally arrive on base and are hit by a smell of gasoline. Your hybrid nose can't take it. You scowl and the men just chuckle.

"You'll get used to it. Let me show you your room," Price nods and Soap wraps an arm around your shoulders as he walks with you. You avoid eye contact.

The door to your room opens and... nothing. It's just a room with a bed, some hybrid stuff and a desk. Nothing else. You'll have to make it more you later.

"Thank you, sir," you finally speak and Soap snorts.

"The pet speaks more than one word!" he chuckles before Gaz slaps him upside the head which wins him an ouch. Pet?

"Ignore him," Ghost shakes his head.

You clear your throat. "So uhh.. you know everything about me?" you finally get the courage to ask. The men look at the captain and he nods.

"Read you file, yes. Why?" he does that little shuffle of feet he did a few times already and crosses his arms.

"Can I know your real names?"

The men stiffen, a bit taken aback but...

"Kyle Garrick." Gaz nods. "Johnny MacTavish." Soap smiles. "...Simon Riley." Ghost grunts.

You're gonna seriously murder that Spirit Halloween mascot sooner or later.

"You already know my name, Luv." Price nods.

A few days passed and... you still don't know why you're here. You don't get put on missions since you're not military trained and you're made to be near the task force at all times. The few other hyrids stare at you like you're an enemy and the Alphas always make sure to make their scent more accentuated when you're near.. eugh.

The only thing you do, you realize, is be like an anchor to the men. When Simon gets nightmares, you're there to snap him out of it. When Johnny's hands get too shaky, you're there to hold his hands and calm him down. When Kyle gets too in his thoughts, you're there to bring him back to reality and when Price gets too snappy.. you're the only one who calms him down. All ruffling your hair or patting your head afterwards. Even Simon. Hell, sometimes they gently rub your scent glands.

It's like.. they see you as a service dog. No... that's not it, right? You're only doing it from the goodness of your heart but...

You stare at the objects in your room. A chew toy that you embarrassingly use, a bed that's circle shaped. It's not something wow but.. you quickly realize why it's circle shaped.

They don't see you as.. you. They just see your animal side. Is that why they chose you? Because you're a hybrid?

You barge into Price's office, making Price stiffen and raise an eyebrow. "Everything alright?" he leans back in his chair, leather creaking with his weight.

"Why am I here?" you demand and he narrows his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Why am I here, Price. What is my purpose. Because all I've been seen as is a pet to come to when under the weather," you hiss, scent turning something akin to cabbage that sat out too long in the sun. Lucky Price, he has a blocked nose.

"Are you not a pet?" he raises an eyebrow and you stiffen.

"What," you say through gritted teeth and he sighs, slowly sitting up.

"Are you not part animal, Y/N?" he rephrases.

"I'm also half human."

"Still half animal."

Your ears pin against your head.

"So.. what. Am I less than you?" you huff.

"I never said that," he crosses his arms.

"So I'm a service dog?"

"We prefer the term support animal."

"Support- This is dehumanizing!" you growl.

"Is it?"

"Are you kidding me."

"I'm as serious as I can be, Y/N."

"You're not taking me seriously."

"I am," he sighs, pinching his nose bridge. "You're a whetstone, in a way. Or maybe, an anchor."

"What.." your furrow your eyebrows and scowl.

He sucks in his teeth. "Do not think you are lesser, that just because your role isn't being on the frontlines you have a lesser job. A blade is good for cutting, but a whetstone is what makes the blade sharp. Without the stone, the blade becomes dull and useless. You are the whetstone, an anchor, keeping us sharp."

You stare at him.

"I am an anchor." you echo. "Yes." he confirms.

"Why me? You didn't even speak to me before signing the paperwork." you cross your arms.

"Didn't need to. The facility reccomended you the moment we said what we're looking for in a hybrid," he smiled. Quokka.....

"Quokka," you blurt out.

He blinks.

"What?"

"What?" You shake your head. "Ignore that, just.." you inhale deeply and exhale "Okay," you breathe, nodding, your fingers drumming on your thighs. "Have I at least been doing a good job?" you huff.

Price laughs. Short, but warm. He ruffles your hair. "Yeah. You're a good kid."

The end 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

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Was playing around in Blender with Ghost and...

So, ahem.

Ghost, who does anything he can to make sure he never forgets Soap.

Soap's death left him devastated, feeling empty. Yes, he still had Gaz and Price next to him but he was missing his Johnny..

He wanted to make sure that, no matter what, he will never forget that damn Scottish blabbermouth; so, he starts buying. He buys contact lenses the same color as Johnny's, so that everytime he looks in the mirror he can pretend he's looking into his eyes. He buys the beverages Johnny liked, not to drink, but to have them there. And, as if didn't give him enough worried looks just from seeing the colored contacts, he also got the exact tattoo Johnny had.

Price talked to him about it, he knew people grieved differently but it was worrying to say the least. Hell, he didn't act like that when his mother passed..

Ghost only thought it was enough when he took Soap's clothes from his barracks room when cleaning it out, just to bring them in his. He stared at Soap's clothes in his closet, rubbing his bare face.

"Miss you, Johnny.." he murmurs, bringing Soap's dogtags to his lips.

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Chapter 5:

I'm sorry.

Satoru takes a few deep breaths. "This isn't right." He breathes, debating if he should really get rid of his.. best friend.

"It's not right?" Suguru chuckles. "But it's an act of love! Or... a curse, if you will.' He smirks.

Satoru points two fingers at him, mimicking a gun. "I'm sorry, Suguru." He says with a sombre tone.

"What fo-" Suguru starts, before coughing blood as half of his body is blown up by Satoru's cursed technique Reversal: Red.

A moment of silence, the only sound was Satoru's footsteps as he approached Suguru and Suguru's heavy breath.

"S-so this is it, huh?" Suguru chuckles, blood dripping down his chin.

"I'm sorry, Suguru. It was for the greater good." Satoru tries to explain, putting his blindfold back on to hide the tears forming in his eyes.

"At least.. curse me a little in the end, will ya? Satoru.." Suguru smiles and at that Satoru gently cups his face.

"I always loved you, Suguru. I'm sorry." He repeats his apology, pressing his forehead against his and closing his eyes slowly. "Rest well, my love." He tells Suguru, as he takes his last breath.

Satoru slowly and gently lays Suguru's lifeless body down on the ground and takes a few deep breaths.

"We'll meet soon enough, Suguru." He smiles softly, holding his hand and starting to feel his body become colder to the touch as time passes...

Love is indeed a curse.

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Chapter 4:

Plans and confessions

It's been four years. Suguru has started killing more and more non-sorcorers, while Satoru has and is still training as the strongest sorcerer there is.

Despite this new rivalry between the two men, they knew they still had feelings for each other. Love.

"Suguru.." Satoru breathes, still recognizing his old best friend despite being apart all these years.

"Ah, Satoru." He says his name as soft as he did in the past, smiling as softly as ever. Satoru could only stare at his old best friend, a series of memories flashing in front of his eyes.

"You understand why I'm doing this, no?" He speaks again, noticing Satoru wasn't about to say anything.

"Killing innocent people? Of course I don't." He steps forward, taking off his blindfold.

"You call them innocent people. I call them non-sorcorers. Monkeys." He hums. "And anyway, not all of them are innocent." He smirks.

Satoru blinks at him, clenching his fist. "You murdered your parents, Suguru." He says with a growl to his voice, not being able to believe the words his old best friend is saying. And yet he's still in love with him.. (idiot)

"I got rid of the world's problem." Suguru explains, stepping forward with a smile. "I got rid of people who cannot use their own cursed energy. A world with only Jujutsu sorcerers is a world without curses." He smiles, eyes widening slightly as he tells Satoru his plan.

"You're.. you're crazy." Satoru mutters.. not knowing if he should attack or not. God, why did he have to be against Suguru of all people...

"Crazy?" Suguru chuckles. "I did this for you! You're always fight fight fight with no stopping! I want to stop that. Stop everyone from having to fight against curses daily." He smiles, unnerving once more...

"For me?" Satoru was.. shocked, to say the most. "Why?" The white haired man asked.

"Why? Because I love you, Satoru!" Suguru smiles. "I always did." He adds, stepping forwards and at that Satoru steps backwards.

Now, to say Satoru was shocked was a big understatement. He felt shock, happiness and another feeling that he didn't really figure out what it was all at once..

He stood silent, the knowledge that killing Suguru was for the greater good was eating him from the inside..

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Chapter 3:

The ideal world

After the happening at Jujutsu High, the duo hasn't been really that much of a duo, mostly because of young Satoru now being wary of Suguru.. Everyone around them didn't know what was happening but they decided not to intervene.

Suguru was walking on the street late at night when he stopped on a bench to stare at the sky.

"Have you ever thought how the world would be like without curses in it?" The voice of an unknown woman appeared behind him, startling him.

"Wha-?" Suguru stares at the woman, she seems familiar but not quite...

"Just imagine.." She sits down next to him "A world without any curses. I want to create a world like that, by teaching everyone how to channel their cursed energy." The blonde woman smiles.

"Why not just get rid of all non-sorcorers? Isn't that easier?" The seventeen year old asks, seeming intrigued by the woman's ideas and ideals.

"You could but.. why would you kill a bunch of innocent people?" The woman shrugs

"World peace." Suguru answered monotonely, leaving the woman slightly shocked.

"Don't do that, kid. I don't recommend it." The woman tried to change his mind but Suguru already knew what he wanted for a long time and this interaction only determined him further.

"Goodbye, ma'am." Suguru smiles, getting up and walking away with his hands in his pocket, walking with a smile all the way back to Jujutsu High.

And thus, his plan begins..

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Chapter 2:

Curses

What's a day at Jujutsu High if it isn't attacked by special grade curses? Out of all the people at Jujutsu High fighting against the curses, only Satoru and Suguru were still able to fight.. how convenient to the story.

Anyway! The two sorcerers were fighting against special grade curse Finger Bearer.

"SATORU! NOW!" Suguru shouts.

Satoru nods and takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.. "Domain expansion: Unlimited void."

Suddenly, all three fighters were engulfed in Gojo's domain and he used the Six Eyes technique on Finger Bearer, making the curse freeze on the spot.

"I'll take it from here." Suguru patted his classmate's shoulder, approaching the curse.

"Sugu-" Gojo starts before he gets interrupted..

"Not now." He says in a soft tone and uses his Cursed Spirit Manipulation technique, transforming the cursed spirit into a small dark orb and... swallowing it..

Satoru could only stare..

"W-wha.." Oh, looks like he can speak.

Suguru turns towards Satoru.

"What's wrong, Satoru?" He smiles at him, saying his name as soft as usual..

"You... did you..." He stutters, stumbling forward..

"You just... ate that curse.." Satoru mutters, his once shiny and lively blue eyes now dull colored and filled with shock..

Suguru continues smiling, it's unnerving at this point..

"Did I?" He chuckles softly "It's not the first time that happened. How do you think I summon those curses that help me in battle?" He hums, stepping forward.

Satoru decided to turn off his domain and not mention seeing that happening ever again.. Definitely not because the author doesn't know where she's going with this story, haha...

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Chapter 1:

Late night activities

It was a night like any other, the two teenagers -Suguru and Satoru- came back from a mission exhausted and wounded.

"Ugh..." Satoru grunts, flopping down on his bed.

"Don't start." Suguru groans, sitting down on a nearby chair to bandage himself up.

"Why don't you ask Ieiri for help?" Satoru lays on his side, looking at Suguru.

"She's asleep. Don't wanna bother her." He hisses as he applies some rubbing alcohol to his wounds.

Satoru smirks. "Someone is nervous to talk to their crush~" he teases his mate, knowing damn well he has no attraction towards their other classmate.

"Shut it." Suguru grunts and after a few seconds of silence he adds "I don't think I'll ever have a chance at love anyway. Not while being a Jujutsu sorcerer." He sighs.

Satoru stops to ponder at his mate's words..

"Love?" He scoffs "Love is the worst curse that exists anyway. We don't need it." He adds, suddenly upset by the topic of their discussion, despite him starting it.

Suguru stares at Satoru's sudden scowl on his usually smiling face.

"You think?" He hums, leaning back on the chair. "Perhaps." He shrugs, agreeing to some degree with his best friend.

"Have you ever loved someone, Satoru?" He suddenly asks, watching him tense up..

"...Yes." He replies "I.." He clears his throat "I love someone currently." He shrugs.

Suguru hums.. "Interesting." He smiles and sits up.

"Well..." he checks the clock, 4:20 am..

"Goodnight, Satoru." He says his name softly and walks out of his dorm to go into his.

"Goodnight." Satoru says in a whisper-like tone, sighing to himself.

"Idiot." He whispers to himself, hitting his forehead with his palm.

Why is it so hard to tell his best friend that he is in love with him? Why is so hard for the fearless Gojo Satoru to confess his love?

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Curse Me A Little‎ ‎In The End

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Satoru Gojo × Suguru Geto

tags: angst

original platform: Wattpad

date of release: 4th of August 2024

Description:

Love is the worst curse of them all, is it not? Well, that's what Second Year student at Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo, has to say about it despite himself being in love with his own best friend. How will this bittersweet love story end after Suguru turns to the darker side and has to fight against Satoru? Will this love between them bloom and grow into a beautiful garden of flowers or will it wither away like the curses they exorcised in their time fighting side by side? Only time will tell.

Chapter 1: Late Night Activities

Chapter 2: Curses

Chapter 3: The ideal world

Chapter 4: Plans and confessions

Chapter 5: I'm sorry.

[alexinarcadia]

Take aim.

Tags: Gn!Reader x Ghost; angsty-ish; somewhat comfort at the end???; weird ending idk it's like 2 am man...

A/N: Yk I originally wanted to make this another Ghoap post but nahhhh... it's not hard for Simon to love Johnny so HNGH. READER 🗣️

Reader is a civvie, because.. I don't know how to write military stuff and I really don't like writing inaccuracies 💔

Reader is only referred by Ghost by their nick name: Bones.

Yes, Ghost and Bones. Hush. If you're laughing, know it's because you choked on a chicken bone once so HA! Anyway. Have fun reading :3

Simon isn't one who grew up surrounded by love, hell, he didn't even know what that really felt like until well into adulthood. He's not one who can't love, everyone can love, but he's really hesitant in loving someone. He loved his brother and sister-in-law dearly and look where that ended up. He's aggressive, he doesn't want to get close to people.

He considers his love dangerous, like weapons. His love kills like weapons.

You know that, but you don't care. You still try to crack the tough nut known as Simon Riley. Simon knows that, and he hates it. He doesn't want you to get hurt as well.

It's a rainy day when you decide to actually say something. Luckily, he's over at your house.

"Simon." you start, crossing your arms.

Simon glances at you. "Bones." he nods, you roll your eyes at that.

"Why's it so hard for you to love others, huh?" you ask, your tone accusing, Simon feels like he's getting bit by the fangs of your words.

"It's not." he grunts, fixing his position on your couch. "I do love." he avoids eye contact.

"Right, sure you do." you huff. "Why can't you love me then, huh?" you snap at him and he visibly flinches.

"I d-" Simon starts but you cut him off, "No you don't, Simon! Or it as sure hell doesn't look like it." you scowl.

"Bone-" Simon tries to say something but you cut him off again. "I'm tired, Ghost. Why can't you let yourself love and stop acting like it's a deadly disease? I swear. You- You make me hate myself sometimes, Simon. I feel like I'm tearing my body apart. But you.. you still make me yearn for your stupid embra-" Simon is the one who cuts off this time. "My love kills people!" he shouts.

A silence falls over the two of you.

"What?" you murmur. Simon sighs and rubs his face.

"The only people I've ever truly loved are dead." he says, biting the inside of his cheek. "I love like weapons kill, kid. My love's deadly." he furrows his eyebrow. "It's like a fucking gun, waiting for its next victim." he scowls.

"So why don't you try taking aim at me for once?" you gently touch his arm.

"What?" his head snaps towards you. You gently cup his cheek.

"Just... break me apart like one of your weapons. Let me be both your target and your gun." you try to make sense of your thoughts.

Simon is silent, simply staring at you. "You know I'll be yours, when the moment is perfect." you continue.

"I just want to be worth it." you somehow both say it at the same time. You stare at each other.

"I want to be worth of your love." you say.

"I want to be worthy to love you." he says over you.

Another silence falls over the two of you, but less tense.

"Simon.." you start but he shushes you.

"I'm sorry." he says simply, kissing your forehead.

"M.. maybe. Maybe I'll trust my aim." he says silently as he pulls you close.

You both fall asleep like that, cuddled up on your couch.

[alexinarcadia]

Simon "Ghost" Riley who loves picking you up. He just loves showing off both his strength and you! Especially if you're on the heavier side. He absolutely loves seeing your flustered face everytime he picks you up like you weigh less than a feather.

His strength is almost always needed anyway when you guys go out on date nights. Wether your feet hurt from the shoes you poorly chose or from trying to keep up with Simon's pace, he'll gladly pick you up and carry you all the way home without even stopping on the way.

Him being able to pick you up no matter your weigh is also great when you guys are doing certain activities..... like renovating your house! :D

He's holding you up so that you can reach that annoying little corner in the ceiling where the paint roller didn't reach even when Simon tried it, since he's a tall fucker.

I need him bad

[alexinarcadia]

Task Force 141 headcannon

Simon has a tooth gap. Well.. he got two chipped teeth right next to each other and thus has a small tooth gap. Johnny, for some reason, always takes advantage of that and puts cookies through said gap like a tiny coin slot for food. Sometimes he puts actual coins. When that "sometimes" happens he always gets a slap behind his head.

Now, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 does he get to put things through Simon's tooth gap? It's simple, he just parts his lips with his fingers. Simon lets him, he's used to it at this point. Truthfully, he even lets Gaz do it. Just that Kyle doesn't really care about his tooth gap as much as Johnny does.

On rare occasions even John slips a tiny piece of food between his gap. It's funny, really. This big brooding man, built like a mammoth, with a tiny tooth gap enough to fit a cookie and anything alike letting people fit said cookies and anything alike through it.

[alexinarcadia]

What did you just call me?

Tags: Adopted!Teen!GN!user and Dad!Nikto, pure fluff, short

A/N: I made this just because I wanna call him in a certain way. You will see.

A little OOC for Nikto but almost all fan fiction is like that...

!!!User is a non-Russian speaker!!! ((I'm not Russian either so any ounce of Russian spoken is Google Translated))

He didn't really know how it came to this but.. here he is, cooking dinner for some teenager he found on the side of the road one day and decided to adopt, literally.

He huffs, rubbing his disfigured face as he finally finishes making the Solyanka and filling up two bowls for you and him. He has gotten used to not wearing his mask around you but he's still afraid of the thought that you might secretly feel disgusted by his face, though.. he won't let that thought linger for long.

"Ужин-" he pauses, remembering you don't speak Russian. "Dinner's ready, kid!" he calls and he immediately hears the small shuffle of feet and soft thuds as you rush down the stairs.

"What are we having?" you smile and sit down happily at the table.

Nikto smiles softly and looks down at the bowls.

"It's called Solyanka. It's a thick, piquant soup." He explains "It's... often served in the mornings, to help with hangovers, but who cares?" he smiles at you, his disfigured features somehow soft, and you smile back.

"You know I'm trying to give up drinking." you joke, and take a sip. You pause.

"Oh my God." you cover your mouth.

Nikto is unsure what to do now.

"Что? Is it bad? Does it need more lemon? Or more black pepper? We made sure to follow our mother's recipe exactly as it said." Nikto starts to explain.

You pause a little, confusion showing on your face when he refers to himself as "we" but you remeber immediately why.

"No, no. This is.. this is amazing." you clarify.

"Кто-то, this soup is amazing." you say before you start to eat the soup like you haven't eaten in months.

Nikto smiles and sighs. "I'm glad you-" he pauses, realizing what you called him.

He takes a deep breath.

"What did you call me?" he asks slowly and you look at him, a little sheepish.

"Uhm.. кто-то. Since.. since you like to be called Nikto but.." you put the spoon down "but you're not a nobody! You're someone to me! You're my dad! And.. and I don't like calling you a nobody." you explain yourself.

You look at Nikto and you swear you could see tears forming in his eyes.

"Come here kid, come hug кто-то." He says with a smile as he opens his arms wide. You giggle and run into his arms, hugging him tight.

"Я тебя люблю." He murmurs.

"Я тоже тебя люблю, папа." You hum.

[alexinarcadia]

"Johnny.." Simon groans, his eyes looking at him, walking towards him with a limp.

"Simon." Johnny sniffles, tears welling up in his eyes as he cocks his gun and aims it at his Lieutenant's head.

"Jo..hnny.." Simon— well, what was left of him after a zombie bit him— groans softly as he stops.

BANG!

Simon's infected body falls to the ground, a pool of crimson red slowly forming under him.

"Lt.." Soap chokes on his tears as he crouches next to his body. A hand on his shoulder startles him.

"It's done, son. Let's go. Gaz found a safehouse." Price's voice brings him back. He nods and pats him on the back before walking away.

Johnny glances at his captain and then looks back at Simon. He slowly takes off Simon's left hand's glove and slips the wedding band off his finger. "I'll keep our rings safe, love." he promises, kissing his lover's forehead for one last time and with that he walks away from his body, the weight of their wedding rings together heavy in his breast pocket.

[alexinarcadia]

TF141 x Puppy!Hybrid!Reader

tags: hybrid!reader , puppy!hybrid!reader, fluff, gn!reader, task force 141 x reader, young! reader (under 20, mkay?)

A/N: I know nothing about the military, okay? I might say some dumb shit that ain't even close to the truth 😭

Nobody knows what happened for you to show up yet there you were.. shivering and whimpering in the rain at their doorstep. The men all look at each other and despite themselves they take you in that day.

At first, you were very.. "uncooperative". Maybe because they were men, based on the fact that you would always listen to what Kate had to say.. But you quickly warmed up to them..!

Given the fact that you were too young to be turned into a soldier from the start, the boys were satisfied with just teaching you some self defense and giving you the role of "guard dog", which meant that you just had make sure nothing went wrong with their quarters while they were away on a mission!

Now.. here's how each member treats you (teehee):

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost doesn't treat you like an animal, you're still half human, but he still pats your head whenever you're around him, whenever you're not a stubborn mess he likes to tease you by saying "good puppy". It does annoy you when he teases you like this but praise is praise so your tail still wags slightly :3

Definitely loves chilling with you on the couch during slow days >:3

Johnny "Soap" McTavish

Soap loves play fighting with you, Kyle definitely makes fun of him for always starting a fight with someone both younger and weaker than him but it doesn't matter because "the kid's getting better and better everyday!"

John Price

Has a bed special for you in his office. Needs and wants to know you're safe at all times and well, you're definitely safe if he's near. And also, not to mention that he tends to work long nights and you like hanging out with him so yaya :3

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Oh this sweet sweet man. He's the only one that gets you to wake up whenever you sleep in because he's the only one to gently caress your head and say in that sweetly smooth voice "Rise and shine, pup." Teehe :3

Bonus: Things they like to call you besides your name

Puppy, pup, kid, kiddo, lil shit (Ghost), shortie (Soap, rarely though), luv (mostly John because... because John.), Guard (by Gaz, whenever he comes back from missions and you've been a good guard dog for the house), lil minx (John and Ghost) etc etc :3

[alexinarcadia]

He didn't mean to, at least that's what he tells himself, but what's the reason for the back of his hand stinging and a red imprint of his hand forming on your cheek and your eyes welling up with tears?

Don't end up like him, don't end up like your father. That's what he always told himself, he swore on his life that he'd never raise a hand at his wife or his child, you.

Your eyes staring at him, looking even more glossy because of the angle of the light, makes his heart stop for a moment. God, you look just like your uncle.. just like Tommy.

He just.. stares. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even let his hand down and you do the same, both frozen because in shock. Your cheek stings and it's red, you figured it would've hurt less if it wasn't your father that slapped you, the one who was too scared to hold you when you were born because he was afraid of hurting you, because he knew his hands caused more pain than comfort. He knew that no matter how many times his hands caressed your mother and even you, the amount of times he hurt someone would still be more. He knew he would hurt you one day.

Your sniffles break him out of his "trance", looking as tears slowly stream down your puffy cheeks. He stops, again, and slowly walks towards you, like you're a hurt and scared animal too fragile for this world, and wraps arms too shaky to believe they're his around you, shushing you gently.

"Shh, don't cry. Don't cry, please." He shushes you softly, cradling your head against his chest as he feels something he hasn't felt in a long while— well, since you were born— tears.

"Papa's sorry, little bear. I don't know why I did it." He whispers just for the two of you, not caring if you're too old to call him papa or for you to be called little bear— you'll always be his little bear.

"I promise I'll be better." He kisses the top of your head, then pulls away and kisses your forehead as well as he wipes away your tears..And seeing that look on your face, how your face went from shock, to sadness, to comfort in the blink of an eye he promised something to himself..

I'll always protect you, my little bear. Even from myself.