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gatitties · 8 months

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War & crack

─Task Force 141 x young!reader

─Summary: some headcanons about your life working with TF141

─Warnings: cliché¿, reader is a gen z

Part two / Halloween special

so... I've been consuming some content about CoD and I know the least about the franchise but the few things I've read have been so good that I couldn't resist writing something too 🫢, sorry if something is out of character since I don't know many things

— You are a threat to society.

— Your parents sent you to the military in the hope that your bad behaviors would disappear, realistically, they were not prepared to be parents either.

— Parental neglect, what a surprise.

— You had many bad influences in your adolescence and free access to the Internet without parental control was like throwing gasoline on the fire.

— Theft, extortion, assault, harassment, banditry, disobedience to authority, fraud, driving without a license, breaking and entering, kidnapping, arson, arms trafficking...

— You had a good record of minor criminal records, the vast majority due to bad friends, but you were already an accomplice.

— Which led you to the fact that when you reached the age of majority, you were enlisted directly into the army without being able to have a choice.

— It wasn't as bad as you thought except for the amount of physical exercise you were subjected to, but you knew how to put up with it.

— Despite being young, in the three years that you served as a cadet, you were sent to many missions, perhaps with the hope of dying since the generals sent you to the front lines of the battle.

— You didn't care, you were feral, careless enough and craving adrenaline, you liked to dance with death in every fight.

— You were the first to run whenever you could to start the attack, after all, all you liked to do was hit, stab or use close-range weapons.

— You lost an arm because of that, you didn't care much because now you have a prosthesis with decorations to your liking.

— Then you were sent to Task Force 141.

— None of the boys expected someone like you, they definitely had a bit of a hard time adjusting to your personality.

— You were a strange combination between Ghost and Soap, going from being a grave to being an explosion of emotions at any moment.

— The first time you saw Ghost you thought he was giving you a side eye and you gave it back to him.

— Later you learned that it's his normal look but you give him the dead look every once in a while.

— Soap and you are not a good combination when you know each other better, he will just give you approval to all the stupid things you see on the internet.

— Gaz might join, but most of the time he just warns you that Price won't be amused.

— Price will look at you like a parent disgusted (but not surprised) by some of your nonsense.

— Confidence sucks, and when you're spouting darkly humorous jokes or about the ways you want to kill yourself because something goes wrong, Price isn't in that boat.

— It's not worth it if you justify it with 'my traumas, my jokes'.

— Honestly, everyone is worried about the number of times you've said you were going to kill yourself for the slightest inconvenience.

— They don't understand most of your current meme references, maybe Gaz, being the second youngest, will pick up on something.

— They were so confused with your attack tactics, because you had practically none, you just jumped in with luck to hit everything you could, which worked every time.

— You will train with Ghost because you are not aware of your surroundings when it comes to fighting.

— The first time they saw your prosthesis they thought a bullet had hit you in the arm, but when you laughed and removed the metal arm shouting 'everything is possible when you're physically disabled' they swallowed their concern.

— You show affection with punches, you punch Soap's shoulder, Gaz's back or Price's side, Ghost... you prefer to communicate with your eyes because the last time you punched him in a friendly way you almost ended up with your shoulder out of its place.

— They can't take you seriously, they really do try but it's impossible, you look like an impulsive teenager who they are babysitting even if you're in your twenties.

— At least it's like that outside the battlefield, you get more serious or focused on the missions.

— Gaz saves your ass whenever you get distracted, which is most of the time, you tell him that he has won heaven but if death wanted to kiss you you weren't going to refuse the offer.

— Seriously, stop with the jokes about your death or depression, Price will get you a psychologist.

— It seems like a joke but Ghost and you end up getting along quite well, it's a quiet and pleasant dynamic, without pressure.

— As with Soap, you know how to adapt a lot to everyone's personalities, as if you were a sponge that absorbs all the likes and disappointments of the boys to get along better.

— You don't give a shit about your own life but you're fighting tooth and nail to protect others.

— Which leads you to almost die once, on top of that, Price scolded you for jumping to try to save them, you didn't care, you'll do it again.

— Squeaks or bangs in the wee hours of the morning? It's you moving the few pieces of furniture in what you can call your own room.

— Someday you'll give the boys a heart attack (Ghost maybe not) because you walk in the dark at night since you tend to stay up late.

— Price will scold you for not sleeping well and drinking so many energy drinks or coffee.

— You will leave random objects in the boys' rooms, like, last time you bought little ducks of different colors and hid them.

— Price denies with a small smile when he sees a yellow duck with a cowboy hat as a paperweight.

— Gaz laughs when he sees a blue duck with an aviator hat in the drawer where he kept his records.

— Soap finds a yellow duck with an umbrella hat next to his bath stuff and fiddles with it when he has time for a long bath.

— Ghost narrows his eyes at the sight of a black duck with sunglasses and gold chains under a pile of clothes in his room, he sighs leaving it in the small window of his room as decoration.

— You are strictly prohibited from bringing any type of animal into the base of operations as a pet, once you wanted to have a raccoon, a tarantula, a snake, you even named a cockroach you saw in the kitchen.

—Just- no.

— So you chose to have a carnivorous plant as a pet, it was acceptable at least.

— You are also prohibited from cooking without supervision.

— You're like a new world for them, but honestly, they wouldn't know what they would do if something happened to you now that you've earned their love.

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minoment · 11 months

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I saw your Older! Reader and raise you this: Reader that is the youngest. Gen Z little shit who's everyone's little sibling.

(My explanation for how someone so young got on is just that they're a genius. Maybe a tech wiz or engineer or naturally talented sniper idk)

Absolutely oml-

FIRST OFF.. You and Gaz, instantly platonic soulmates..

You're like 18/19 and just enrolled, but because of your skill Price put you in 141.

You and Gaz are complete trouble-makers. Prank wars, running around, yelling at 3am, you name it. Neither of you can cook for shit either. Both of you make fun of Soap and Ghost. You guys both know the Gen-Z slang and constantly make 'your mom' jokes.

Speaking of which, you have NO FEAR. Like, none. You will outright mock Soap's accent and do that annoying little copying/echo thing until Soap has to walk away and take deep breaths. You've probably asked him to have a bath with you and then ask "why not, you're Soap aren't you?" when he refuses. It was the first time anyone had heard Ghost laugh.

You probably call Ghost 'babygirl' and make fun of him for being British (even if you are British yourself).

You make fun of Soap and Alejandro for not being 6'+ but then ask them to teach you curses and swear words in Spanish and Gaelic.

Laswell LOVES you. Like she automatically becomes your mom. You keep 141 on their toes and she loves that.

Price is like your uncle. You can straight up bully him and he will find it absolutely endearing. You make fun of his moustache a lot, I don't make the rules.

Rudy and Roach get very overwhelmed by you, but they love you to the ends of the earth like the perfect older brother figures they are. They probably are the ones who check in with you three times a day and check if you've eaten and drunk enough water.

Hahahaah.. König... he is terrified of you. You never call him by his name. It's always "tree", "beanpole", "massive bratwurst", or "heffalump" (from Winnie the Pooh). He doesn't know what a heffalump is but it scares him. You're also constantly asking him why he's so tall and asking if you can sit on his shoulders when you're practicing your sniper shots.

That conversation usually goes like this:

Y/N: "Oi heffalump.. sit for a minute while I get up.."

König: "E-eh?! What are you doing?"

Y/N: "I need some height to be able to see Soap's silly little mohawk across the training ground. SIT STILL!"

Soap: across the coms "MY MOHAWK IS BEAUTIFUL.."

Ghost: "Johnny shut the fuck up they can see you.."

Y/N: shoots airsoft bullet and hits Soaps target

Everyone: ...

Y/N: "YES! KISS MY ASS... Thanks bratwurst.." gets off of König's shoulders

Gaz and Price: on the floor, laughing

Ghost: pissed

Soap: insulted

König: absolutely baffled

Y/N after terrorizing the whole team ^

i wrote this on 2 hours of sleep, i apologize for the cringe and incoherency-

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #sfw headcanons #gen z reader

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nychta-luxury · 1 year

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A Strange God

Gen Z reader

soft au - reader is an adult -

Warning: Not proofread, dark jokes, mostly comedy rather then serious, swearing.

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You were sitting in you're room playing genshin, doing your usual things like commissions, Tea pot, exploration, farming.

Until something strange happened your device wasn't responding. I don't mean the screen froze oh no no. You can still move your mouse however the game itself is moving on its own

"Oh hell naw I didn't sign up for this demonic shit. " You say as you back away from the device. Your main is still moving and the worst part is, its not even part of any idle animation or something you have seen before. You don't care if it's a hacker or some possession shit, EITHER ONE IS BAD

Then it hits you, you starting to get light headed, vision becoming blurry, you start on panicking. What the hell was wrong with your body just when you were about to reach for a phone you black out.

You are now concouice though haven't opened your eyes yet, it feels... Very peaceful your not sure why.. The birds are singing, the smell of flowers in the air, the grass on the ground

"THE GRASS ON THE GROUND?!" You instantly opened your eyes.

"Why is this grass brighter than my future." You say as you look at the neon like grass "Did people kidnap me to touch grass like a normal human being?" Look as much as unbelievable that suggestion was, you have been told to randomly touch grass more than your salary combined.

"You know what fuck it, it's like-" You look at the sky "I'm going to pretend I know what the time is, however I can say it's too early to care." You lay back down, ah how peaceful. Too peaceful, but who cares you can pretend to be in some anime and lay down at the grass.

"AHHH IS THAT A FUCKING BUG" You instantly sat up from the ground, honestly what were you thinking

"GET THE HELL AWAY SATAN SPAWN."

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Okay now that's over with. You look up at the sky "Okay universe we both know you will fuck me over one way or another. I know damn well that the bugs were only the beginning." You sigh, done with your anime protagonist moment and reach out to grab your phone.

"Where's my phone...?"

"NO NO NOO," you say panicking "WHERE IS MY LIFE PURPOSE?!" You scream "I AM STILL WAITING FOR TCF MANHWA TO UPDATE!!"

It's been 30 minutes and you are still upset you don't have your phone. YOU DON'T CARE IF SOMEONE KIDNAPPED YOU AS LONG AS THEY GAVE YOU A PHONE OR BE AN IPAD KID.

"Ugh, what's the purpose of life if it isn't to update that one story you never continued in 2020." You say dramatically, if anyone was watching they would think you just lost a loved one.

you felt a small tickle on your foot, and your -20 IQ brain thought that it might be a spider... but suddenly you had gained 1 IQ and decided to actually look at what it was instead of kicking your feet aimlessly.

Turns out it was was a squirrel, thank goodness you didn't kick it. Let's just say tiktok traumatized you with too much information about animals..

The squirrel was just cuddling up to you, your weren't really sure why. It was then you realize your surroundings. "Why the hell am I in some old ass ruin??" Now your confused, you look around the area to see where you are perhaps you might even recognize it who knows? You can see a huge structure, it kinda looks like a crossbow, your not quite sure how to describe it. It feels very familiar for some reason, you can see carving marks on it, it read "Seed of stories, brought by the wind, and cultivated by time." huh for an ancient structure it sure had modern English. Wait. That's not English. How are you even reading that??? there is only one explanation for this. "I am some fictional work that doesn't even make sense, like 90% of fantasy reincarnation stories even if the protagonist was transmigrated and not reincarnated, but they use it anyway to sound cool." You say with a serious face, "Lmao as if that was true" You feel something on your shoulder, you immediately turn to what it was just to find the same squirrel just climbed up to your shoulder and now just cuddling you. "You are so lucky my reflexes didn't kick in, I almost throw you off my shoulders yk." "Why am I even talking to a squirrel? gonna be Snow White 2.0 ig" suddenly you hear something drop, you turn behind you and see- IS THAT AMBER???? looks like she dropped her bow, why does she look so surprised? Is it your outfit maybe? Maybe even the hair?? Anyways you just walked over and picked up ambers bow for her "Yo, you uh dropped this" "YOUR GRACE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO PICK IT UP FOR ME!!" "Wait tf you mean your grace." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Welp Gen z reader popped up in my mind so here- I decided not to add to many gen z jokes just yet since it is a little short story, might make a part 2 if this post goes well-

#genshin sagau #genshin soft au #sagau #genshin impact #gen z reader

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kyooshi · 2 years

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Gen z mc being having as much of a death wish as they are mentally unstable

*During overblot*

Riddle: *throws rose bush at Mc but misses”

Mc: If you wanna kill me do it properly dipshit!

Ace: DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!

Mc: ...

Mc: YES

HELP I CAN ACTUALLY SEE THEM DO THAT

ever since that incident now everyone is on high alert on the MC because they genuinely think they want to off themselves, which leads them to have several heart attacks just by watch them

Trey: MC... You really shouldn't put that much cereal

Mc: why not?

Trey: well, if you eat too much of it then it may and can potentially kill you

MC: shit really?

Trey: yeah, so can you like no—

MC: *dumps the entire box*

Trey: MC NO—

#twst #twst x reader #gen z reader #twst x gen z reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #trey #trey clover #twst trey #twst trey clover #trey x reader #trey clover x reader #twst heartslabyul #heartslabyul x reader #anon asks❤#crack #lol

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buterccup · 1 year

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Hey I saw your price x son!reader post and I don't know if you already did one with a daughter!reader but when not could you do one?:D

Of course! You ask and you shall receive, dear^-^. Now I give you more papa Price for the soul.

Father like daughter

summary: You haven't had the best of days but once you got home you were met with non-other than papa Price...but also a couple friends of his, and they are as shocked as you are once you both meet for the first time.

Warnings: light swearing, fluff, she/her pronouns, a little bit of gen z shenanigans, small mistakes.

Character(s): Price x Daughter! reader (platonic)

You didn't have what you would call the best of days today. It wasn't because you had to walk in the cold, no you could handle that. It was because of the constant bullying and rudeness you've gotten at school. I mean everyone goes through bullying but you just couldn't handle it today.

Of course, you weren't in tears from the words they said, you were tough like your father. Although you were angry at the fact the reason you weren't tearing up at the words thrown at you was the reason you were picked on so much.

The fact your father was rarely home.

It's not like you hated your father for not being there, you absolutely loved him. He was the best father you could ever ask for. You just wished he was here more often. It may sound selfish considering his job protected many peoples lives but it was the truth.

You would've thought about how you missed your father more but you already arrived home and you had other things to do. But once you opened the door and the warmth of the house hit your face you suddenly heard a Scottish accent and last time you remembered you dad did not have a Scottish accent.

Did mum bring someone home? No, she was still at work..

After hearing the voice you slowly closed the door behind you and locked it before slowly making your way to the living room, dropping your bag and coat on the floor near the door.

But once you got to the living room door your eyes lit up with delight, forgetting about the voice you heard before, as an ugly bucket hat that clearly belonged to your father made its way into your line of sight...along with three other men.

"Dad there are weird buff men in our living room.."

Upon hearing your voice price turned around with a smile, chuckling at your reaction to the boys. Meanwhile Soap, Gaz, and Ghost all looked shocked.

Price has a kid.

"wait...DAD???"

"Soap.."

"Johnny-"

"HELP SOAP???"

"[Name]- please.."

To say the least, you were in shock. Why are there big buff men in your living room and why was one named Soap. You would've started laughing if it wasn't because of how shocked you were.

"I'm sorry for the sudden visit baby girl but I wanted to surprise you. Plus I wanted to introduce my team to you one day."

"Surprised I am-" you then talked back, your eyes meeting and scanning all three men. You liked the most normal looking one (Gaz). Meanwhile, your dad just sighed and shook his head with a smile at your response. "Well... [Name], this is Soap, Ghost and Gaz."

"What's with the goofy names...did your parent hate you guys or something-"

"[Name]-"

"Kidding! I know their codenames." making Gaz and Soap smile at your little interaction with your father, even though they were still a little bit shocked.

"How about you four talk to each other while I get some food ready?"

"Dad...I don't how a high school is supposed to get along with full-grown ass men"

"You'll find a way, good lucky baby girl." your father would say in a joking voice as he got up and went to the kitchen. He already talked to the boys long enough and wanted a break anyway.

"So what you wanna do?" Gaz's voice would pipe up, breaking the silence while you looked back at your bag filled with homework before looking back into the living room.

"shooting games?"

"Sure!"

It had been a couple minutes since you started to play this one shooting game called 'Calling of Loyalty'. It was a great game. Plus it gave you a lot of opportunities to make fun of Gaz's aim. Making the three of the guys think of their captain.

"Jeez Gaz have you gotten your eyes checked recently..."

"Father like daughter..."

Requests: Open

#price x reader platonic #price mw2 #mw2 141 #mw2 fanfic #ghost mw2 #mw2 soap #mw2 gaz #platonic #daughter reader #gen z reader #fluff

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crownedghostprince · 10 months

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The Company’s Reaction to Modern Slang Reader

Thorin’s Company and Gender Neutral!Reader.

Fandom: The Hobbit

(Y/N) is a GenZer who fell into the world of Arda, from Tolkien’s books. More specifically, they fell into ‘The Hobbit’ and landed in Bilbo’s backyard. After about a year of learning each other’s languages (Y/N) and Bilbo finally understand each other and have an almost sibling-like bond. Now (Y/N) gets to meet Thorin’s Company one-by-one alongside Bilbo.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None unless you get annoyed by swearing, GenZ slang, ‘90s slang, ‘80s slang or literally any slang from the 20th Century.

Note: Reader knows (and uses) 20th Century and early 2000s slang because of their close relationship to their grandparents, parents and older, Millennial siblings. (And because of older movies and media let’s be real). And yes this is mostly a crack fic, but enjoy anyway!

Btw if you’d like something similar to this, but in a more headcannon style, let me know and I can do quite a few different variations.

Word Count: 3,620

[Third Person Perspective]

(Original picture found on Pinterest, which then led me to a tumblr post from 2012 by ‘Elrond’s Daughter’ <3)

(Y/N) has now been living with Bilbo for a year and finally understands what half the things he says means. From his accent to his lingo, he was almost impossible for (Y/N) to understand. Now if you ask Bilbo, (Y/N) was completely incoherent and said nothing that made sense save “Can I have cookies?” to which he would say “Yes, I’ll join you for tea.” and then they both had tea and cookies.

It took so long for Bilbo to understand (Y/N), so here’s a few past examples of their interactions together before we continue with the story:

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“Can I have some giggle water?” (Y/N) asked randomly one evening.

“Sorry, what?”

“Christ, Bilbo, I’m 18, I’m old enough to drink.”

“I-I’m sorry I understand you’re 18 and old enough to drink alcohol, but what was it you were asking for?”

“Alcohol! Or wine! Y’know! Giggle water! That’s what my Granny always called it.” (Y/N) defends, crossing their arms and staring Bilbo down as he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“Yes, yes, sorry...you can have...that.”

“Hell yeah! Rock on! Thanks, man!”

And of course, the more frustrating side of conversing with (Y/N): “Whoa, man, you mean never leave the Shire as in...never? Like you’ve never once wanted to leave?” (Y/N) questioned Bilbo one day whilst they were both relaxing and ‘vibing’ in Bilbo’s garden as he had a smoke.

“Well, as a kid I admit I was a bit adventurous and...well I wanted to see the world and the Elves that lived in the trees. But now, I’m much more grown up and far more mature than that to just go off adventuring.” He explained, clearing his throat and continuing to make smoke rings in the air.

“Close the shades!” (Y/N) gasped, startling Bilbo as he suddenly worried about his ‘shades’ which he has come to know means curtains. “No cap?? Did you say...Elves!?”

“Oh! Uhm, yes I did, I did say that. Yes, there are Elves that live in Middle Earth, but they’re a long way past Bree. Uhm, but what about my cap?” He gestured to the East where the town of Bree sits, before turning back to (Y/N) in confusion. What did his hat, or cap, have to do with this?

“Damn, bro, that’s lit! I’ve always wanted to see Elves! Same as Dwarves! They’re so cool! I’d love to chill with them and just hear their stories, y’know? I think that’d be so cool! They probably have such cool stories as they live longer than others.” (Y/N) leaned back and looked up at the sky with a smile and glisten in their eyes.

“Well, yes it would be quite, uhm, ‘cool’, but it’s much more relaxing to just enjoy the comforts of home.” Bilbo, cleared his throat and went back to his smoke. It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was just slightly warm, not too hot, and the breeze would change between cool or warm every few minutes. It was very relaxing to also see all the hobbits just going about their days alongside their...

“Ankle biters!” (Y/N) suddenly exclaimed, jumping up from their seat to chase a couple of young prankster children from their home. Bilbo - greatly startled and concerned - jumped up as well and watched as (Y/N) chased the little kids back down the road as the children yelled with laughter, tossing away the sticks they previously held to hit the fence with.

Bilbo was used to this now as the kids found it fun to tease their neighbours, but what he wasn’t used to was this new term, ‘ankle biter’? He sighed and shook his head, sitting back down, waiting for (Y/N) to return so he could ask what that was supposed to mean. A few minutes later (Y/N) arrived with a big grin on their face and hair completely disheveled.

“Uhm, what does ‘ankle biter’ mean? Is that an insult or an exclamation?” Bilbo asked as soon as they sat back down and got comfortable.

“Oh, it’s just what we sometimes refer to children as. Y’know, because they can reach your ankles and bite you from an early age.” They explained nonchalantly with a shrug.

“Hm. When did children start biting people’s ankles? I’ve never heard of that occurring until now.” His eyebrows furrowed as he thought as far back as he could, but he couldn’t think of one time that had happened.

“I haven’t a Scooby-Doo, mate, but it’s happened a lot where I’m from, trust me bro.” (Y/N) stretched, crossing their legs and getting extra comfy in their seat. Bilbo just sighed.

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Now with the past interactions summarized, we can move to the present where Bilbo and (Y/N) finally understand each other perfectly. And Bilbo is rambling to (Y/N) about his funny visit with Gandalf the Grey.

“Damn, I’m literally so jelly! That’s so groovy! Did he have like a pointy hat and a beard and a staff? Ohh that’d be pretty badass actually!”

“Yes, yes, he had the point grey hat and a grey beard and a nice staff. I swear, he was quite threatening actually, I almost felt the need to invite him inside for tea to not get on his bad side, but then he started to talk of adventures and what not.” Bilbo huffed, putting his hands on his hips.

“Adventures??? And you said ‘no’ like a chicken, ey?” They crossed their arms with a pout.

“I did not, I just...wasn’t too keen on getting killed by an orc or something out there.” He shuffled from foot to foot a bit nervous, “I did not chicken out.”

“Sure, pal and I’m a magic fairy with glittery wings.”

“If you keep that up I’ll...uhm...”

“You’ll what? Not offer me any tea?”

“Or! Or any cookies!” Bilbo crossed his arms and smirked quite proud of himself as (Y/N) began to panic.

“No cookies!? Fuck man, goddamn I’ll die without them! My fucking lifeline how could you?! I’m gonna fucking kill myself, Jesus Christ that’s so rude of you!” (Y/N) complained and scorned, but Bilbo just ignored it as he started making himself dinner, completely unconcerned by (Y/N)’s dramatic nature. “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, bruh, I can promise you that!”

Bilbo continued to ignore (Y/N) and make them fish for dinner, even humming to himself a bit to rub it in more. They just scoffed and stormed off to their room to pout for a few minutes before coming back for the food. “Well, dinner’s ready. Eat up and enjoy.” Bilbo smugly smiled, knowing food win’s them over anytime.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s no McDonald’s but thanks.” They huff, pouring the lemon over their nice crispy fish. Just as they were ready to dig-in and take a bite the doorbell rang. “Ah, for fuck’s sake, are you for real? Guests at this hour? Lame.” They huffed, standing up with an equally mildly annoyed Bilbo. They duo marched up to the door and swung it open to see a decently sized man with tattoos on his bald head and a pretty decent beard. He turned around slowly and introduced himself with a slight bow.

“Dwalin. At your service.”

“Uhm, Bilbo Baggins and (Y/N) (L/N)...at yours.” Bilbo gave a very slight bow back. Dwalin then walked in without an invitation leaving the duo even more upset. “Uhm, do we know each other?” He quickly asked Dwalin.

“No?” Dwalin answered confidently but also slightly confused. It was as if the answer was obvious and he barged in anyway. “Which way, lasso and laddie? Is it down here?”

“Is-is what down where?” Bilbo quickly jumped in, leaving (Y/N) to shut the door.

“Supper! He said there’d be food - and lot’s of it.” Dwalin answered, tossing his coat to Bilbo before looking around the house a bit. He had a powerful and demanding voice.

“He’s got some moxie ((courage - 1940s)), doesn’t he?” (Y/N) chuckled quietly, admiring the man’s confidence. “I’m still not happy about guests, we’re gonna kick him to the curb though, right?”

“(Y/N) you know we have to be polite to our guests. We’ll give him a meal, some tea and maybe then he’ll just quietly leave. I’m not one to be rude to someone, especially a dwarf. It’s rare enough a dwarf is around these parts.” He hung the coat up with their help and gave the dwarf ‘Dwalin’ some food...Bilbo’s food. Bilbo sat at another seat nearby and watched (Y/N) and Dwalin eat their food, (Y/N) still suspicious of their new guest.

“Y’know, most people ask before suddenly rocking up to someone else’s place.” (Y/N) suddenly spoke after a minute of silence.

“Rocking up? I haven’t any rocks with me.” Dwalin furrowed his eyebrows and spoke, mouth full of fish. “But, very good this. Anymore?” He changed the subject, glancing at Bilbo before taking another bite of food.

“What? Oh! Yes, yes uhm...oh!” Bilbo stood up and grabbed the plate of bread rolls, nicking one for himself and tucking it away in his robes before setting it down for Dwalin. Dwalin quickly took a roll from the plate and continued to enjoy his food as Bilbo spoke again. “Help yourself...it’s just that uhm...I wasn’t expecting..company.” He explained before the doorbell rang again.

“Oh, for crying out loud! Another?” (Y/N) quickly exclaimed, standing up and looking to the front door.

“That’ll be the door.” Dwalin glanced irritatedly at Bilbo.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock.” They stormed over to the door with Bilbo quick to join them. Dwalin sat confused on who ‘Sherlock’ was supposed to be. Did he not introduce himself? They took a deep breath in and swung the door open, Bilbo just behind them.

“Balin. At your service.” An older, shorter man in his later years with white hair and a beard bowed, both arms out in a friendly greeting. He had a gentle smile on his face and seemed much nicer than the previous knucklehead.

“Good evening.” Bilbo nodded, shock on his face at a second dwarf.

“Are you in cahoots with that other guy that just arrived?” (Y/N) asked the older man a bit skeptically, an eyebrow raised as he met their gaze.

“Uhm, well, yes, yes it is! Though, I think it might rain later. Hm? I’m sorry, lasso I don’t quite know what you mean...am I late?” He asked walking in, perfectly matching Bilbo’s height.

“Late? Nah, man you’re chill. You can stick around if ya want.” (Y/N) replied with a smile. ‘Maybe he’ll give the other guy a good talking to.’ They thought, shutting the door behind the nice man as he shook his head and chuckled, walking over to Dwalin.

“Evening, brother.” Balin greeted Dwalin. ‘Ah, shit I might’ve just worsened things.’ (Y/N) winced. They watched the two dwarves greet each other with a quite painful head slam that made both Bilbo and (Y/N) grimace. The two dwarves remained unfazed, however and began to investigate Bilbo’s pantry for food and wine as their host started on a rant about not knowing the two of them or being comfortable with them being here. They didn’t seem to be listening, (Y/N) watched in interest as Bilbo continued anyway and finished.

“I’m sorry.” He stated, holding his hands up for a second and then putting them down. He cleared his throat and kept eye contact with the older men for a few seconds until Balin spoke up.

“Apology accepted.” Then they went back to the drinks they were having and Bilbo looked to (Y/N) dumbfounded. But they just did the typical sibling move and silently laughed at Bilbo, sliding to the floor with their arms clutching their stomach, quietly wheezing and dying. Until the doorbell rang again. Bilbo walked past (Y/N) as they slowly composed themselves and stood up. He opened the door, unexcited about who he’ll meet next.

“Hm.” He shuffled nervously as (Y/N) joined his side confused about his whimper of surprise and worry. Then they saw them.

“Fili.” A blond dwarf just slightly shorter than (Y/N) introduced himself.

“And Kili.” A brunet ((male spelling of brunette)) dwarf the same height as the blond then introduced himself, looking slightly more nervous.

“At your service.” They both finished with a bow and a smile.

“Oh, two dishes ((1940s for an attractive person)).” (Y/N) quietly muttered only loud enough for Bilbo to hear, obviously in shock at the two stunningly gorgeous men. Bilbo slightly elbowed them.

“You must be Mister Boggins!” Kili confidently exclaimed. (Y/N) snickered as Bilbo tried to shut the door on their faces.

“Nope! You can’t come in, you’ve come to the wrong house!” Kili easily stopped the door from being shut and pushed it back open, surprising the duo with his hidden strength which he seemed unfazed by.

“What!? Has it been canceled?” He asked, looking to Fili who seems to be the oldest of the two being more calm and confident.

“No one told us.” Fili added, coming to Kili’s side.

“What? No, nothing’s been cancelled.” Bilbo answered with surprise, about to add ‘nothing was planned’ but he was interrupted by the two dwarves coming in.

“Well that’s a relief.” Kili grinned and waltzed right in. Fili then followed in a second later, pulling his weapons off his back.

“Y’all are the cat’s meow, aren’t’cha?” (Y/N) grinned, instantly crushing on the two gentlemen. They were quite obviously no longer upset about their interrupted meal times and who could blame them? “So cash or check?” ((1920s slang for ‘a kiss now or later?’)) Kili stopped admiring the house for a second and looked to them with confusion.

“Sorry what about a cat and meow?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s a cash and check?” Fili asked from nearby.

“Uhm, nevermind, ‘sup I’m (Y/N).” They greeted, clearing their throat and avoiding eye-contact.

“It’s lovely to meet you, (Y/N). This is a nice place you two have got. Did you do it yourselves?” Kili then asked as Fili started to unload his mass collection of weapons onto poor Bilbo.

“Uh, no, it’s been in the family for years...” Bilbo tried to explain as Kili then started wiping his boots on a box, “...That’s my mother’s glory box, could you please not do that?”

“Lol.” (Y/N) stepped back chuckling.

“Fili! Kili!” Dwalin’s voice suddenly rang out as he entered the entryway and dragged Kili with him, “Come on! Give us a hand!”

“Mister Dwalin!” Kili grinned excited to see a familiar face.

“Let’s shove this into the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Balin told them, gesturing to furniture in the dining room.

“Wha? Everyone!? How many more of you are there?” Bilbo asked annoyedly.

“Whoa, Bilbo, don’t snap your cap. ((to get angry - 1940s))” (Y/N) stepped over and took the weapons off Bilbo, gently setting the recently sharpened swords and daggers in a safe corner of the room, having no proper spot set up for them.

“I’m calm...totally, completely calm.” Bilbo reassured (Y/N) as they took the last of the weapons off him and set them down. “I’m a good host and I’m not at all upset about their being here.” He fixed up his clothing and cleared his throat - clearly upset.

“Yeah right. That wasn’t a lie at all.” They rolled their eyes and watched as the dwarves started moving stuff out of the dining room to make space. Then the doorbell rang again and Bilbo went off his rocket.

“Oh, no! No! No, there’s nobody home!!!” Bilbo started yelling as he approached the door, fully ignored by the busy dwarves. “Go away and bother somebody else!! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as is! I-If this is some...clothead’s idea of a joke!! HAHA!” Bilbo rambled, slowly losing his mind as (Y/N) began to help the dwarves with what they could. “It! Is in very...poor taste!” He finished, opening the door and stepping back in surprise as a bunch of dwarves fell onto the floor, one on top of the other.

The dwarves complained and groaned, upset at each other. Gandalf made his presence known to the hobbit, appearing in the doorway a moment later to Bilbo’s dismay, (Y/N) finally joining them to see the newest guests.

“Holy mackerel this is gonna be a long, busy night.” They sighed.

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡

As the night went on the dwarves and wizard continued to be confused by (Y/N)’s slang and Bilbo would have to explain it - within reason of course, he wasn’t about to explain what ‘dreamboat’ meant. “No need to apologize, Ori!” (Y/N) reassured the younger dwarf when he accidentally bumped into them, “you’re the bee’s knees!”

“I’m the what?” Ori tilted his head like the cute cinnamon roll he was.

“Does anyone understand this lasso?” Oin - who was beside them - asked at the loudest possible volume.

“They’re a bit eccentric, but they’re alright.” Bofur answered with a laugh.

“If you’ve got beef, mate, we can tango.” They snickered and took a sip of their wine.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you over the sound of me being better than you.” Oin snorted sending the whole room into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah okay, nitwit.” (Y/N) poked their tongue out before immediately joining them in laughter with a cheeky grin on their face. Bilbo got up after everyone was finished with food and moving around, following them like a helicopter parent. And soon Bilbo grew tired of it all and started to quietly curse them out until Gandalf intervened. “My dear, Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?”

“What’s the matter??” Bilbo repeated incredulously. He proceeded to rant and ramble about the mess and chaos the dwarves have caused in his house, walking around and gesturing to everything along the way as they weaved between a couple dwarves who moved about. (Y/N) joined them in the hallway still laughing from a previous joke the dwarves shared, obviously enjoying their company and having the time of their life.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Ori then shyly walked over with his plate in a very polite manner, “but what should I do with my plate?”

“Here, give it to me, Ori.” Fili came up beside him and took the plate from his hands before tossing it in the direction of the kitchen where Kili only just appeared from. Kili quickly caught the plate and tossed it into the kitchen to be cleaned up. This set Bilbo off into panictm mode and he started waving his hands around trying to stop them as a couple more dishes were tossed to Fili from the dining room.

Fili caught them, even doing a couple tricks in the process, before he quickly tossed them over to Kili who did some tricks of his own; all the while they ignored Bilbo’s unnecessary concerns. The way they were doing it was almost like a beat and had some rhythm to it. (Y/N) found themselves bobbing along on their heels as the other dwarves followed the beat with their cutlery.

“Can you please not do that?” Bilbo then turned his attention to the dining room. “You’ll blunt them!”

“Oooh, you hear that folks? He says we’ll blunt the knives.” Bofur snickers as they continue to do their little dancey-dance.

“Blunt the knives and bend the forks!” Kili starts to sing from outside the kitchen door.

“Smash the bottles and burn the corks!” Fili sings along, catching a bowl with his shoulder and bouncing it over to the other shoulder before tossing it to Kili.

“Chip the glasses and crack the platess~!!” The other dwarves start to join in. “That’s what Bilbo Baggins HATES!” They laugh and sing, starting up some music as they danced and did the dishes in a dangerous, but fun, way.

“Damn! Ring-a-ding-ding!!! ((to show having fun during a party - 1930s))” (Y/N) excitedly laughed to Bilbo; he clearly didn’t share their enthusiasm as the dwarves continued to clean-up and sing and dance, big smiles on their faces and joy in the air.

Eventually though, the fun came to an end as the song wrapped up and everyone finished with a loud “THAT’S WHAT BILBO BAGGINS HATES!” and lots of cheering - especially from (Y/N). As everyone laughed and cheered they almost missed some knocking at the door. Everyone went silent and turned their attention to the front door.

“He’s here.” Gandalf got up from his spot and walked over to the front door with Bilbo and everyone else not far behind. The door slowly opened to a decently tall dwarf with raven hair and very stylish clothing.

“Gandalf.” He huffed. He looked more tired than Bilbo. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way...twice.” He came inside, taking his coat off and glaring at Gandalf.

“Oh shit, another dreamboat.” (Y/N) gaped. Thorin raised an eyebrow to them and then to Gandalf, as if demanding an explanation.

“Uhm.” Gandalf cleared his throat clearly not understanding the comment either, but not wanting to admit it. “Well, let’s start with the introductions shall we?”

“Damn everyone out here has some serious rizz.” (Y/N) muttered and took a swig of their drink, quite ready for the much needed introductions. Bilbo and Gandalf mentally prepared themselves for the long night ahead in dealing with a bunch of stubborn, reckless dwarves and a weirdo from another world.

(The End~ <3)

#the hobbit #jrr tolkien #thorin's company #gen z reader #mostly just a crack fic #i got bored and blessed you all with this #you're welcome #no no don't thank me

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the-heavenly-principles · 1 year

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Enstars characters with gen z reader (Ritsu)

You two became friends surprisingly quickly

You sent him memes that he don't understand

When Ritsu was talking to you about something bad that happened to him today, you just told him "mood"

Ritsu thinks that your favorite words are mood and slay

You T-posed him when he was laying

"what are you doing" he asked

"Dominating" you just stayed there

You often say weird things, that you say that they are vines

"Wakey Wakey wakey wakey, it's time for school come on wake up it's time for school, come on man are you ready for school" You we're sitting on him like little kid, and shaking him lightly.

He likes that you call Rei boomer, and sus grandpa

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader #ensemble stars ritsu #ritsu sakuma #gen z reader

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chuxchux · 2 years

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Thing’s about gen z child reader getting isekaid to genshin impact:

She travels a lot with aether and paimon.

Loves hitting aether with a frying pan.

Has chased xiao before with a broom before threatening to hit him with it. And has actually done it

Voice lines about characters:

About Jean:

Jean? Hmm… she’s a pretty nice lady! I don’t like the fact that she over works herself but! I don’t like the fact either that she has um… how do you say it again? I forgot… oh, that she has grounded me for throwing bombs with Klee! It’s not my fault… I think

About Lisa:

She is another pretty lady! Those nicknames that she gives me are weird tho… who would call someone that you only know for one second “darling”..? But eh, what can I say..? Well I can say a lot!

About Kaeya:

How do you pronounce his name again..? Kanye? No? Oh… kayak! No? Oh… it’s kaeya. Sorry! Never say that I have called him a kayak before or else. But anyways, he weirds me out. Also! I can’t believe that he lied to us that one time! He’s lucky that im going to chase him around.

About Amber:

Ah… amber? I really like her! She’s really nice and gave us free food! Or was that me only? Who knows I have a really bad memory… what did I eat for breakfast again? Never mind. But I really appreciate that she showed us to glide!

About Albedo:

I have a lot of questions… how the $$$$… hey! It just censored me!!! Stupid $$$ how- never mind! Anyways he has asked me a lot of stuff too much stuff. Like “how do humans look in your world?” Or “how is it like?” He’s luck that I have never told him about the “oh baby~ oh babyyy oh babyyy~” yeah that stuff. Weird couple. Don’t you dare ask me what is it! And now you just did! Also! He has given me a spider to eat before! He’s also lucky that I haven’t told him about omegaverse!

About Venti:

Oh him? He looks like a girl for some reason. He’s fun I guess but kind of annoying. Hey! A lot of wind just came! That $$$$$! I’ll get you next time! Hmph!

About Klee:

I love her. She’s the best! I am planning for her birthday to bring a atomic bomb! We’re going to have so much fun! What’s an atomic bomb..? Well, you’ll find out soon enough…

About Diona:

How is she not in National Geographic?

About Bennett:

He is so adorable! It’s sad that he has horrible luck… he deserves a lots of pats on the head. And no. You won’t get any…

About Diluc:

Him? Who is he again..? Is he that dude that has no father? Oh. That must suck… he’s lucky that I won’t say fatherless. He’s a nice man though…

About Noelle:

Ah… she’s so niceeee! I really love her! She bakes the best pancakes!

About Fischl:

Fish.

About Rosaria:

Pretty nun lady. I can’t believe she wears fishnets to the church. I think it is disrespectful to the church..? But she’s an icon.

About Eula:

Is she racist or something? I don’t know but! I like her eyes they are really pretty!! I dont like that she is hated because of her last name… it makes me feel bad for her! Which is rare. I never feel bad when you fall. It’s so funny…

About Mona:

Ah, pretty… woman are really pretty you know? Also, broke broke… she looks like she can be one of those people who base people out of zodiac signs like “omg, are you a Virgo!?”

About Tartaglia:

Tartaglia… is it pronounced like that? He has like three $$$$$$ names! There is no way in hell that his real name is Tartaglia neither childe. Who would name their child those names?? Wait… his real name is Ajax? Like the company name!?

Im to lazy to write the other ones so

To be continued…

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cricketsjunk · 1 year

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Imagine your favorite fandom having to take care of a sassy gen z 5/8yr old kid for a week.

How screwed is the kid?

#Literally any fandom #One piece #Black butler #Naruto #Undertake #Fnaf #Steven universe #Again #Any #Fandom #Gen z reader #mha #Gen z kid #Child reader

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gatitties · 8 months

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War & crack II

—Task Force 141 x young!reader

—Summary: more headcanons with your team as you being chaotic

—Warnings: none

Part One / Halloween special

yeah, I didn't finish my brainstorm and I bring more things from this sudden idea 🫣

─ Listen, you have a lot of problems.

─ And we are not talking about your jokes about death biting your ass anymore.

─ Price's going to go bald before he retires, how the hell are you still alive today? It is a mystery to them.

─ Everyone noticed during a mission where they had to stay in a safe house for a few weeks that you had the same concentration as a fly, empty thoughts behind your eyes lost in a distant point of reality.

─ You looked like another person when you were a simple civilian, Gaz had to pull you so you wouldn't get run over a couple of times for not looking at the traffic lights.

─ Price needs to put on videos of crunchy slime or Subway Surfers so you could hear what he was saying, (Soap won't admit that it also helps him focus).

─ They discovered that you can sleep in any position, seriously, whether it's standing up, in the bathtub, your body bent in an unusual way, now they understand why you complain so much about back pain.

─ Everyone looks in silence when they give you little impulses to do stupid things, like, last time you were walking to see the area and you found a woman walking her dog, you asked her if you could pet it and when she said yes you pet the woman instead of the dog, Ghost dragged you away murmuring an apology.

─ The following days they decided that you would stay at home, they simply fed your stupidity, every time they arrived you received them with the phrase 'where have you been, loca?' while playing a wolf howl in the background.

─ Luckily it was time to return to the base, during the trip you were listening to music, despite having your headphones you had the volume so high that everyone could hear it, Soap stuck to you because he liked what you were listening, the others decided to drown out the noise with some light talk.

─ Once you returned to the base you relaxed, returning to your working state, you focused again, which relieved all.

─ One day they decided that you needed a nickname since everyone had it except you, so they began to investigate your record as a cadet and even your years in the military school.

─ You kicked and fought because you were something else a while ago, but it was inevitable to find an old report where it said that you were violent with some classmates.

─ And in your anger for probably some nonsense, you ended up biting the ankles of a guy, or a group of guys, or even one of your lieutenants...

─ Soap and Gaz cried with laughter because there was a video of what was evidenced and you looked like a rabid chihuahua attacking its worst enemy.

─ Nibbles, at least it was temporary because you didn't entirely agree with the nickname.

— Since you were now known like that, you went from friendly punches to friendly bites.

─ Once you got kidnapped and you returned to the base the next day because your captors couldn't stand having you sing old Justin Bieber songs or listening to you talk about all your obsessions, they tried to cover your mouth but you just kept making too much noise, the information was not worth it.

─ You arrived in the middle of the meeting they had to prepare the rescue, having the courage to enter the room asking who they were trying to rescuing.

─ Price casually replied that they were looking for you until he did a double take, realizing you were there.

─ You were buried in a mass of muscles after the realization.

─ When you're depressed at random times (because you don't understand how your brain works and you feel bad out of nowhere), everyone will quickly notice, like even though you're not the most talkative person all the time, you usually drop some stupid comment, but on your bad days you are simply a piece of flesh and bones that walks without knowing where it's going.

─ The first time they saw you like this they tried to do something to cheer you up, Price gave you a few days off hoping your mood wasn't due to work overload, he even wrote some of your reports.

─ Soap bought stickers and decorations to your liking to decorate your prosthesis, he also told you that he could draw you a design to have your personalized arm.

─ Gaz tried to talk to you but you just didn't want to open your mouth, he chose to just keep you silent company, maybe you hug him, you need a little physical support.

─ Ghost will leave objects scattered around knowing that you would find them, knowing that they were things that you liked or had been looking for (because the poor guy always has to pick up what you forget around the common room).

— Nothing seemed to work until a stray kitten snuck in and lit up your face, so the easy answer was any baby animal would brighten your day, it was free therapy.

— You once dyed the boys' clothes pink by accident, but at least you told them that now they could go see Barbie with you.

— You promised you'd take them to see Oppenheimer, and that's why they agreed.

— You created a group chat just to send shitpost and teach them the meme path.

— Price just leaves it on seen, Ghost has the group muted, Gaz answers from time to time and Soap is the most active, he learns fast about today's shitpost.

— You really resist the urge to trim Price's beard to make it heart-shaped.

— You use the radio to sing parts of songs when you take too long to jump into action, Price scolds you for it.

— You complain that he seems constantly in a bad mood and you open a profile for him on every dating app you know, even on Grindr.

— You found Ghost's profile browsing Tinder and Soap's profile on Grindr... you decided to use it as a weapon in case you needed any favors.

— Gaz caught you red-handed, but you made a deal and he wouldn't say anything if he can profit from the manipulation.

— You hide it like you're hiding war crimes.

— Why does Price have so many likes from single moms?

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sassypeiceofshit · 4 days

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a gen z!reader/oc hazbin hotel fic haz-bin (let me have this, fuck you) tormenting my head ever since i got back into hazbin.

i know what i have to do

but im not sure if i have the courage to do jt

#hazbin hotel #au #fanfic #ao3 #gen z #gen z reader

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sant-riley · 1 year

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[Random Task force 141 × gen z! member headcanons]

A/N: Reader goes by the codename Teddy in my writing! Along with she/her pronouns :) I am also extremely biased with Ghost so her main pairing is more towards with him compared to the others <3. I know absolutely nothing about the military so this is not accurate I am so sorry💀.

CWs: Dark Humor, Age gaps, Simping, crude humor, cursing. (not sure what else but lmk!)

Chances are, you're the youngest in the entirety of Task Force 141. Just a good couple of years younger than Gaz.

When Laswell brought her in to meet the group, they couldn't help but stare at her in confusion. A tiny girl who couldn't have been older than any of them. Soap couldn't help but chuckle while Ghost nudged him in the side to shut him up.

"This is your new rookie on the team, her callsign is Teddy. Treat her well."

All the men nodded, watching the younger woman shyly smile and wave towards them.

First they realized that her humor was, in Ghost's words, fucked.

Any minor inconvenience had her saying she wanted to be hit by a car or some type of bodily harm, Price quickly whirling around with eyes widened. "Now, I don't think that warranted that kind of response, don't you think?" "Oh it definitely did, Captain." And she'd walk away without another word.

He swears he gets gray hairs from everytime you make casual talk of you dying. He actively tells the others to check on you bc he genuinely don't know if you're serious or not.

Ghost is not up to date with shit, man uses no social medias oncesoever so everything she spouts is wildly out of pocket. References to basic things like tiktok, Twitter, Instagram? He just silently stares at you like you're on drugs. You can't really use your personal phone on base but you try your best to explain memes to him. He sighs and rubs his forehead with a groan of "I'm too old for this shit, teds." "Oh come on! You have to at LEAST know the meme about the marines eating crayons!" "What the fuck are you on about?

The only ones who know vaguely what the fuck you're on about sometimes are Gaz and Soap, despite them still being a few years older.

Granted, they are not caught up with everything but they actively make it a point on leave to try and be up to date bc of you and your mannerisms. Plus it makes you happy when they fire back a quote they learned.

Can yall imagine Soap on tiktok, what random shit he'd have on his fyp bc he doesn't know how the algorithm works 😭.

Teddy has made every single one of them a personal playlist when she does have her phone, Soap once caught her adding songs and hasn't stopped teasing her since. Price and Ghost pretend not to care and barks at Soap to leave her alone but they're equally curious. Ghost contemplates stealing her phone to see it.

Doesn't matter how serious or dark their job may be, you simp for fictional characters, loudly. Price has learned to tune it out, Ghost although slightly jealous, finds it endearing, Gaz and Soap indulge you and will actively ask about why you like the characters you do and how much you love them bc they like to see you excited. It's a nice feeling when they're always in life or death missions.

You're the smallest one in here okay, everyone can easily throw you without batting an eye so they all take turns training you! They all despite knowing you can take care of yourself, would still like to teach you all they know so should you come against a taller/stronger opponent, you'll be okay.

You are the most protected person in the entire squad, esp when going out for drinks, Ghost will put you in the middle between him and Price and basically make a wall of muscle around you. He says he doesn't care and that he just doesn't want to be pestered by creepy people coming up to you but he will literally stare down any man or woman who even tries. He is the creepy one in everyone else's scenario. Soap just laughs and tosses back his drink.

They all notice your ticks and tells, seeing your leg start to shake when you're anxious, when you start cracking your fingers when you're restless, how you will avoid eye contact at any cost. They start to find ways to soothe you in their own ways. Price will give you a pat on your shoulder, sending you a smile.

Gaz nudges you with his body to take your attention off the situation, or he'll simply start asking you random dumbass questions just to see your face change.

Soap will, if he has gotten permission before, just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, running around with you while you scream for him to let you go. Is also not against tickling you straight up to get you to smile.

Ghost tried to be as subtle as he can be. If yall are sitting close to each other, he'll make sure some part of his body is gently pressed against yours. Whether it be his foot, thigh, hand, some part of him will ground you. You try and reassure him that you know he doesn't care for personal touch but he just says to shut up.

Meeting Graves was a trip, for everyone involved besides you and Grave. Absolutely having no control over calling him a irl Fix it Felix. You were on Graves shitlist and honestly you wouldn't be surprised he betrayed yall for that one comment bc of how angry it made him.

Constantly being told to be quiet, but you cannot help it and will make little quips over comms. Ghost takes after you and starts to say horrible "dad" jokes that make you choke trying to hold back. Soap hates both of you and calls you unfunny.

They realize you're impulsive, especially when you show the amount of tattoos you have.

"I joined the military to fund my tattoo addiction." "You know what? That's not even a surprise."

Going home on leave is always a bitter experience, you never look excited to go home. So one of the guys (usually ghost) will offer you to come with them. It helps 3/4 all live somewhere in England so it's easy to see them/ take trips to their place.

They're all attached despite knowing better. They can't help it and they know they care for you so much more than other force members.

Ghost and Soap bristle when Alejandro makes a mention that he'd offer you a spot in his team, impressed with how you can take opponents twice your size.

"¿Te interesaría quedarte en México?"

"The Hell she will."

If you'd like to be tagged in future works, please comment under my rules that are pinned to my blog!

#okay this got rambley real quick but hey its my blog i can do what i want #ghost <3 #soap <3 #price <3 #gaz <3 #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #gen z!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #john price x reader #headcanon #kayla writes <3 #fem reader

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journalsofanaesthete · 2 months

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I think the best thing that our generation has normalised is having "online friends" . The bond created with these people is not based on their looks or their status but on the basis of their likes, their personalities, their favourite fandoms and their interests. You might have never shook hands or hugged them but still you are more comfortable telling them about your stupid mistakes and stupid jokes. The best thing about these friends is you don't have to meet them regularly to keep your friendship alive. And it's also the worst part not getting to meet them regularly or even once a week or once a month. From meeting them in the comment section of a meme to listening to their rants to updating them about our lives, online friends become our forever friends. It's a different kind of friendship but it's the cutest no pressure of any sort just two people sharing bits and pieces of their lives with each other and supporting each other.

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thepersonnamedsam · 11 months

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hiii, love your stuff<33 could I maybe request a gen z reader blurb where after getting in a crash due to a mechanical issue everyone worries about her and she’s pissed because she felt seen as weak and vulnerable?? THANK U SO MUCH

life goes on

pairing: genz!driver x '23!grid and some seb cameo

summary: see request :)

word count: 2.1k

warnings: crash, blood, injury, anger issues, tears (idk if that’s a warning), media talks bad about genz!driver, foul language

note: thank you so much for the request!! i am not quite sure if i should write the genz!driver stories in a you pov or a she/her pov, what would you prefer, please let me know, ty :))

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It started with a bad day. FP1 was shit, FP2 was also not great. Her day was just not great. Free practice 3 was better, the car had finally responded to her again. In the first two laps, everything went smooth. She was already singing Smooth Operator in her head. But suddenly the car stirred, luckily she saved herself and didn’t crash, but she did retire from the session.

Her engineer and her sat together for Qualifying. She told him everything she noticed whilst driving.

„I feel like the steering wheel is not responding on time. It’s like it’s two seconds delayed, which is not good.“

He nodded and wrote it down on a notepad. „I feel like there’s nothing we can do, I can check with the mechanics, but qualifying is in two hours, which may not be enough time“, her race engineer told her. She sighed. The last two days were bad for y/n, she hasn’t slept good for at least four days. She nodded and told him that she’d be in her drivers room.

As qualifying started, she only got in one good lap before she had to retire. She was right, her steering wheel indeed had a slight delay. Which made turning corners very hard. She ended Q1 in P19, her worst result in qualifying yet. She was disappointed, in herself and in the car.

Her mechanics tried to fix the issue until the race started, but with no hope. She prepared herself for the race, knowing it would not be an easy one. She was scared, like scared shitless. She tried to call Sebastian during Q2, but he did not pick up. Opting for a quick text, she asked him to call her back as soon as possible.

Lewis heard what happened to y/n car during Q1 and wanted to comfort the young driver. With long strides he went to her motorhome. Her engineer just pointed to her drivers room as soon as he saw Lewis approach him. Three short knocks. Her head snapped up as the door opened. Lewis was standing there, looking pitiful and held his arms out.

„Are you okay, darling?“, he asked her as she nuzzled her head in his shoulders. She let her tears fall freely. Shaking her head she told him how she felt. „The steering wheel is delayed, which is so difficult to drive with and also dangerous. But my mechanics can’t fix it, they don’t know why it’s happening and a whole reboot of the system would take too long! I’m scared, Lewis. I don’t know what to do.“

His hand firm on her backside, he just held the young woman. Telling her to retire to not cause a crash would’ve been the best thing. Tell her to refuse to race. But he didn’t, knowing the girl and her ambitions. She would race, no matter what. She didn’t want to be seen as weak or even worse, girly.

She was girly, but not in the sense of racing. She was just as ‚manly‘ as the other drivers.

„I know that you will make the right decision about the whole situation“, Lewis told her. Oh, how wrong he was.

Q3 was finished with Verstappen on pole, as always, Perez on P2 and Leclerc on P3. Happy to see Charles starting this high, she went into the race with somewhat a good feeling. The first three laps were okay, she sank down to P20, DeVries overtook her with ease on the second corner, as she slowed down as much as possible to control the car. But the longer the race was, the more angry she got. It was not fair, the steering wheel was just not responding.

On lap 24 y/n’s car crashed. In corner eight, her steering wheel stopped working. Instead of a turn, the car just went straight into the pit wall. The front wing smashed against the wall, squashing it against her own car. Her head was spinning. What just happened?

„Red flag, the FIA just announced a red flag in corner eight. Seems like y/l/n crashed. Let’s hope she’s fine.“

Several team radios went through.

„Charles, y/n crashed in corner eight, there’s a red flag, be careful.“

„Lewis, there is a red flag.“

„Be careful, Max. You are approaching corner eight where y/n has had a crash.“

And many more. Everyone was concerned. What has happened? What did she do to crash her car like that. Was she responsive? Responsible? What was going on?

„y/n, please respond. The race has been stopped. What happened?“, her race engineer tried to speak to her, she was non-responsive.

„What the fuck, what happened?! Is she responsive? Are the medics on their way?“, Lewis was the first to address the situation. „We don’t know, we don’t see any medics yet, Lewis.“

And as Max pulled up to corner eight he hopped out of his car. He ran towards hers and yelled for her, to show him a sign that she was still alive, without a response. He was worried, he was always worried when someone crashed, but he was extra worried when she did.

„y/n! What happened? Are you okay? Please give me a sign!“, he tried it again, with no luck. He saw her helmet move, the flashy colours moving from side to side. „Ach godzijdank Ah, thank god“, he mumbled.

The medics arrived and ushered Max to the side. Taking her out of the car and laying her on a spinal board. Transporting her into the ambulance.

She was devastated. It was not her fault she crashed. But the media didn’t know that. They would accuse her of crashing yet another car. That she wasn’t good enough to be in Formula 1. They would report about her as if she wasn’t a human being and just something they could play with. They would talk about her like a doll. It was not fair.

Meanwhile on the paddock the talking began. Lewis was the most worried, he should’ve just told her to refuse racing. What if she suffered a serious injury? Like a neck or spine injury and couldn’t race anymore. It was his fault, that’s what he thought.

Lando was worried too, not really knowing what happened, he was just worried. She could be injured. The minutes went by without any news from her. They were hard for Lando.

Even Checo, who wasn’t usually a companion of y/n, was worried. He didn’t see what happened, but he heard from Max how the crash looked - bad, it looked bad.

„We hear from the medics; y/n is okay. At least that. Let’s hope the race will continue without another crash.“

Lewis released a breather, not knowing he heals so much air in his lungs. He was glad y/n was okay. He still felt bad, always feeling responsible for her. And now that she crashed, his head was spinning with gut wrenching thoughts and worry.

The FIA announced the green flag and the race continued without y/n. When she got back to her garage, her motorhome, she expected a angry team principal, angry mechanics and engineers, expect she was greeted with relieved sighs and shoulder droppings. Her engineer was the first one to embrace her. He told her how sorry he was and how everything was definitely not her fault.

She was still angry, no points, no race, no happy ending for that day. Everything was shit. She had a shit day that race. And it was not even her own fault.

Her team principal came towards her, gripping her shoulders hard and said: „I know this seems bad, it is, but we can fix it. I wish I could send you home, but media still awaits.“

So she waited, she waited lap after lap until eventually Max won the race. She waited until her PR got her out of the drivers room and took her to the media pen, where the post race conferences will be held.

Sky Sports interviewed the todays winner. So, y/n waited for Max to finish. She hoped he would never finish, that she would never have to face the camera and talk about the incident.

But that didn’t happen.

„Hello y/n, how do you feel? Everything okay, no pain?“, the nice interviewer asked her. „Uh, yeah, everything is fine“, she struggled with her answer, not believing herself that everything was fine.

„Can you tell me what happened? We just saw you crashing?“ - „Uhm, yeah“, she looked towards her media PR, what was she allowed to say? She shook her head - no bad words about her team. „I-, uh, I lost control of my steering wheel.“

The interviewer nodded. „We saw you retire from the race after Q1, having struggled already in FP1 and 2. Did you have problems with your steering wheel during them as well?“

She sighed. She was tired, her neck ached and she just wanted to be in her bed.

„I mean, kind of, yeah you could say I struggled with it during free practice.“

If she told the interviewer that she struggled with it during the whole yesterday and today, she would’ve bad mouthed the team.

„Last question for today, y/n. We asked Twitter for some comments, would you be so kind to make a statement to some of them?“

She really didn’t want to, knowing exactly what most of them had to say; women don’t belong in motorsports, etc.

„Sure“, she sighed. Her PR nodded, happy that y/n decided not to refuse.

„Alright, @motodports_2 said: That’s the second time this season that y/n crashed her car and we are only on the 7th race. What do you have to say to that?“

She closed her eyes, the headache creeping in like a madman with a desire to kill. „That’s true, that was the second crash of the season. And I am sorry for that, my team doesn’t deserve me crashing that many times during the season. I apologise.“

Sebastian was sitting at home, watching the race from his couch. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. The team doesn’t deserve a driver that crashes so much? Bullshit.

He missed her calls earlier that day, he wished he would’ve picked up his phone or at least called her back. But what she was telling to that interviewer was absolute bull.

Charles, who was next in line, also couldn’t believe the stuff you were telling Sky Sports.

„Okay, @maydrive says: The way y/n is throwing away her career in F1 with those shenanigans. Get a grip, will you?“, the interviewer read from the screen in front.

Charles was shocked, he never had to respond to any comments like that. How was she experiencing something like that?

„Uh yeah, thank you @maydrive for that. I will try to get a grip, and you are right, I am throwing away my F1 career like that, but I don’t want that, that’s why I will keep trying to get better“, her eyes were starting water. Just don’t let those tears fall, y/n. They want to see her cry, don’t give them the satisfaction of it.

„Thank you, y/n. Rest up and good evening!“

Her PR pulled her away and onto the next interview. After all that, she was exhausted. Exhausted and angry. How could they be asking her questions like that? Not fair.

Back in her garage, she let the emotions flow. Tears were streaming down her face, sobs were heard and her body was shaking. Her PR handed y/n her phone, leaving her again with a gentle pat to the shoulder.

Seb was calling her.

„Before you say anything, don’t let them treat you like that ever again. Not your fault, if you had problems with the steering wheel, it is not your place to apologise“, Seb interrupted her, before she could even sob into the phone. He heard sniffles. „Don’t cry, liebes dear. You did nothing wrong today.“

„Seb, I wish you’d be here“, she sobbed into the phone. It broke his heart. Comforting someone over the phone was hard, much more if the person being comforted was a teenager.

„It’s gonna be okay, life goes on, okay?“, he told her. „I just feel so weak and vulnerable. They hate me, they always find something wrong with my driving.“

„You are not weak! Who told you that?“, a voice from behind her sounded from the dark. Fernando Alonso stepped out of the shadow. Seb instantly recognised the older spaniards voice over the phone. Glad y/n was not alone in a time like this.

Fernando embraced her. Hugging her tight and firmly. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, beating like crazy. „Breathe with me, y/n.“

They were standing in her motorhome, embraced in one another. If a camera had noticed, headliners would say: Alonso and y/l/n dating confirmed? But there was no camera around.

She had her family here in F1. She belonged here, just as much as any other driver. She was not at fault. She was not weak or vulnerable. She was strong.

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