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you lock the 141 outside your house (I know my rights tiktok)
pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x american!female reader
synopsis: you lock them out of your (their?) house, claiming you "know your rights." based on a tiktok trend with soldiers.
warnings: none just fluff and humor :)))
a/n: I wrote this in like an hour and I think it's the funniest thing EVER thanks
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Ghost:
You watch as your boyfriend gets out of his truck in the driveway. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and makes his way to the front door, a smile twitching under his mask at the sight of you waiting for him.
Just as he steps to the porch, you close the door and lock it. “I know my third amendment rights!”
Ghost stops at the door, dropping his bag. Rights? What were you talking about? “Your what?”
“No Soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner,” You reply, reading off your phone.
Ghost sighs. Third amendment? Of course, the one American he dates is the one that has them all memorized. You could probably recite them in your sleep. Patriotism, or whatever. Which makes zero sense. You were living with him in Manchester. If all went well and you got married, he was making sure he changed your status to British.
“You fucking Americans.” He grabs the key from his bag, going to unlock the door only to find you locking it. “Are you serious?”
You show your phone at him through the glass, the third amendment displayed on a Google search. He stares back at you from his mask, unamused. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters.
You giggle from behind the door and give him a few more minutes before going to unlock it. You knew Simon’s limits. You only needed a few seconds of fun anyway, but by the time you unlock it, he’s gone.
“Simon?” You call out, poking your head out the door and checking around the house. His truck was still there, so he didn’t turn back around. You don’t see any movements or even hear anything. Was he picked up by aliens?
A thud sounds from behind you, and you yelp, shutting the door and turning around.
Simon stands in front of you, arms crossed and his duffel bag on the floor.
“What the hell?” You said, looking him up and down.
“I should be asking you that,” He retorts. “You should really lock your windows, love.”
“Are you… did you climb through one?”
“You locked me out.”
“I went to unlock it!”
“Third amendment rights, my arse.” He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. “We’re in England.”
You shrug, tracing up his arm. “Thought it was funny.”
Simon just sighs. “Americans.”
Gaz:
“Oh, hell no!” You exclaim as Gaz approaches the door. “I know my third amendment rights.” The lock clicks.
“No fucking way,” Gaz said, strolling up to the glass storm door.
“No soldiers in this home.”
He stares at you, his hands on his hips and that signature scowl on his face. There was no way he was coming home to this bullshit right now. “Open the door.”
“No quartering soldiers without my permission,” You replied.
Gaz rolls his eyes. Your home? He was pretty sure his name was on the mortgage, even if you were living in it 90% of the time. “I own the fucking property! I live here. You’re the guest.”
You shrug, grinning. “Not anymore.”
He runs a hand down his face. Sometimes just sometimes he regrets finding your stubbornness so damn attractive. “I’m going to crash out, actually.”
“Crash outside? Yeah.”
“Let me in!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it.
“No!” You shout back, holding onto it and preventing him from entering without your permission.
Gaz leans against the glass. “Remind me why I chose to date an American?”
You smile at him. “Because we’re funny, and we have better Chinese food.”
He glares at you, trying to unlock the door again. He groans when there’s no avail. “Babe!”
You say nothing, finding his annoyance quite amusing and a change of pace for once.
And then he actually crashes out, grabbing the handle and pulling, twisting, pounding at it. He yells a string of curse words and then starts banging on the doorframe. He gives up, frowning, and leans his forehead on the glass. “Please?”
You unlock it. “Thought you’d never ask.”
He storms inside, throwing you over his shoulder. “You are so in for it.”
“I like where this is going,” You giggle as he throws you on the couch.
He raises a brow, hands coming to your waist. “Yeah?” He starts tickling you. You yelp, laughing under him and trying to push away.
Gaz doesn’t relent and continues tickling you even after you’ve pleaded with him to stop. “You lock me out of my fucking claim it’s your right,” He mutters. “Consider this my very reasonable punishment.”
Soap:
“I know my rights!” You shout, watching Soap approach the door.
He stops in his tracks, tilting his head. He had no idea what you said. The poor guy could barely hear from all the bombs going on around him, and you shout through a door? Good plan. “What are you on about?” He asked.
“There will be no soldiers in my home!” You close the glass door and lock it.
He approaches the front door, staring at you through the glass. His expression is clueless, brows furrowed. “You mean our home?” He knocks on the glass. “Can I come in?”
“Nope!”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Third amendment.”
“Amendment?” He scoffs. What the hell are you talking about? Is this what he gets for dating an American? You start proclaiming your rights? What’s next, the pledge of allegiance? “Are you taking the piss? Does this look like the land of the free?”
You giggle at him, his accent thickening with his frustration. “I’m still an American!”
“Trust me, I know! Can I please come inside?”
“No soldiers allowed.” You tape up a piece of paper displaying those words.
Soap continues frowning at you and realizes he isn’t going to be let in anytime soon. It’s a good thing he knew how to easily change that. Americans and their rights. More like Americans and their feelings. He sits down on the porch steps, facing away from you, rests his chin in his hand, and sighs loudly.
You don’t budge.
He sighs again, kicking his boots on the porch, turning back at you with sad eyes. Still nothing. He concludes there was one last option to get you to let him in. He grabs his phone, and you watch with furrowed brows as he types something in. Suddenly, music is blasting from his phone as he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Not just any music, but the sad hamster violin music.
“Oh my god.” You unlock the door, opening it up to him. “You’re such a baby.”
He practically skips inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Your baby.”
Price:
Your husband stands on the porch, rolling his eyes at you.
“I know my rights!” You shout at him through the window.
“Do you, now?” He asked, playing along with your prank or whatever this was. If it brought you this much amusement to lock him out, he might as well indulge in it. That was the kind of man he was. Until he started freezing of course, then he would demand you let him in.
You nod your head. “As an American, amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights says that I don’t have to house you if I don’t want to.”
Price hums. At least they taught you something in American schools. “Does that extend when you’re in another country?”
“It does to me.”
He huffs, grabbing something from his pocket and displaying it to you. “You know I have a house key, yes?”
“I’ll just lock it again.”
He tilts his head at you. You were really trying to sell whatever rights you thought you had. “Really?”
“I’m taking this very seriously.”
Price strokes his beard. “I can see that.” An idea pops into his head, and he steps away from the glass and in front of the door. You didn’t want to let him in? That’s fine. You wanted to lock the door? No problem. He’s got methods of entering from being in the military, after all. “Guess I’ll just have to kick down the door.” He raises his foot, fully intent on doing it. You were going to repaint the door anyway, might as well get a new one.
You swing open the door. “Are you crazy?”
He strolls past you. “Did I lock you outside our home? Besides, crazy would’ve been bombing the house.”
Your lips parted, unsure if he was joking. You assume he is, but his expression says otherwise. “Are you being serious?”
He laughs at your face, grabbing your hand. “Only if you start proclaiming your rights again.”
You put your hands up. “What rights? Suddenly, I’m feeling like this soldier can stay as long as he likes.”
Price presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thought so.”
Laswell definitely is some type of gay. Can't be anything other than that. Lesbian, bisexual, pansexual- she likes women. And sure, physical attractiveness is part of it, something about being with men and being about to not have to deal with yard work or killing the random spider that crept into the kitchen while she was cooking is great,
But women.
Something in her just clicks. It feels as if a puzzle piece she didn't know was missing was finally put into place. Being able to be both soft around them and have her domineering side makes her feel like she can finally breathe.
Coming back home to a girlfriend waiting oh so patiently for her with their cats in tow as she opens the front door, greeted by the smell of her girl's perfume, the candle burning on the coffee table, food cooking away on the stove and something inside her heals just a bit.
Being able to do her lover's hair since she always seems to make the perfect buns and can style bangs easily, cooking in the kitchen and laughing when she accidently gets covered in flour, stealing kisses in between bites of freshly made cookies, having wine nights while they binge watch some early 2000's TV series, their feet on her lap as she makes an occasional comment about the show. Smiling softly at her when she thinks they don't notice (they do) and imaging their future together.
Crawling into bed finally, tugging the covers over her soon-to-be wife's shoulders as she softly smiles at her, admiring the person that she's fallen hopelessly and honestly in love with. Knowing that the ring tucked into her work bag will finally see the sun the next day when she asks her to be her person, forever.
Hello..!
may God bless you. I am the father of a family of 3 people, the oldest of whom is 4 years old and the youngest of whom is 1 year and 3 months old.
We live in very difficult conditions in Gaza and there is a wave of displacement from one place to another. I hope you will help me, if you please, even with the very least, because things in Gaza are difficult and life and living are very expensive.
Please help my family from the war
New ideaaaa~ I'm starting Hannibal rn and I got the idea of Hannibal characters x male reader who can't feel pain (congenital analgesia). Like at all. Like any kind of pain, not just physical. Like I'm thinking will Graham (is that how you spell it?) x male reader and Hannibal x male reader too. Maybe they compete? Idk. Or maybe a Hannibal x Jeffery Dahmer male reader
So here's some ideas for the Hannibal fanfic. I was thinking maybe he's a cop or one of the people on site during the investigations in Hannibal (only on ep 3 guys give me time lol) and he catches their attention maybe by like cutting himself on something deep and doesn't even notice. Like at all. Or they here about him from some gossiping cops about how he was shot in the shoulder or leg and didn't even notice and kept on running after a criminal or robber or something and was on temp leave and is coming back soon or maybe he's one of wills students thing and he hears gossip from students about his lack of pain or something.
Cod ideas are maybe he was a soldier who literally came back from a mission with like 4 bullets in his legs or something and was on temp medical leave and price hears about him when they team up with the mcs squad on mission and they overheard something about the story and him coming back soon and as for getting him on price's team maybe the mc was talking about moving teams when he gets back (I'm thinking the mc prefers a team that can handle him not being able to feel pain and looks out for him or maybe the mc is a perfectionist and the fact that someone even got shot that many times before someone helped him or killed the enemy or something is bad to him so he's disappointed in his team for allowing that to happen to him or something idk how to explain it. He's looking for a better team that can effectively use his inability to feel pain well and also make sure he doesn't get too hurt with something like getting shot 4 times or something idk)
We could also use him for a cod x male reader fic too or avengers or dc
I like the painless version better tho it's unique
I'm only on ep one rn so I haven't thought of a plot start yet.
I prefer long fics and series so if you use this (for anything rather) let me know
Art not mine, found on Pinterest
I was thinking he'd look something like this, maybe heavy scars on his body tho
One of the sorts
He'd work with any fanfic tho so I really wanna see some x male reader or oc who can't feel pain
Actually maybe using the art from one of the previous posts would match too
You guessed it guys. Another idea. I just got black myth: wukong (great game btw been wanting to play it) and I thought of what about a various marvel or DC (or bnha) x male sun wukong reader. Like he's a mischievous easygoing blunt monkey man cuz honestly despite him being a monkey in the game he be looking great. And he used the staff and can shape shift into literally anything and I guess see the dead or something and control clouds and stuff. Heck you can do a monster poly tf 141 au x him too (like maybe he's an experiment or something or made half monkey or maybe he's a guy who found the staff artifact and became sun wukong overnight or maybe he was buried in ice and discovered by the Russians deep in the tundra or permafrost and they put a collar on him forcing him to be a mercenary or they had him in a tube and the tf 141 was sent to recover him or something idk) also I feel like he'd be a power bottom or a switch. This probably isn't one of my best ideas and I kinda just somewhat thought this one out. Ooo also god of war x him would work to or even record of Ragnarok x him because honestly I love Buddha from that show and Jack and Hermes and other characters or even jjk x him like he's a spirit or casted from wherever he's from (don't know enough about sun wukong) and the energy blast alerted everyone and he meets gojo because of that or sukuna goes wild in Yuji trying to go find him or some sorcerers uncovered his shrine somewhere and they're sent out all beat up and gojo is sent or something
Here's a gif of the man because why not
Someone please write this and tag me in it or something like please and I would die if you based his appearance on the pic. Cod idea version is below two parts. Please continue reading.
Ugh I wanna read a MHA blharem fanfic where the MC is suicidal (in a funny but also like dark way) but he has stupidly good luck that keeps anything bad from happening to him, like to the point bullets dodge him and hit the opponent type luck or a bird will come outta nowhere and take a hit for him, or the knife he uses to try to kill himself with breaks or is super dull, or the pills suddenly expire, or a hero always swoops in when he jumps and that's how he meets heros or something. Just stupidly good luck but bad in his opinion and he keeps on stumbling into villain attacks and his luck makes it like he did something to stop it like a villains attack will suddenly cancel or malfunction or a large gust of wind will blow the villain down, successfully making it look like the MC has multiple quirks or something. Other than his suicide attempts drawing attention to himself, he trys his best to be completely invisible. I seriously need more books rn, MHA has such cool characters and there's so much potential for inserts but almost none are to my style. Also preferably a power bottom or uke mc
I feel like he'd listen to songs by Glass Animals or Two Feet. Like the beat and vibe of take a slice would fit him well especially if he's thinking about committing in his room. I imagine he's laying in his bed lights off, broken knife or ripped rope in hand or expired pills scattered around him while he's staring at the ceiling in annoyance or with a somber look while take a slice plays or or go fuck yourself by two feet plays while stuck in his thoughts or just blank minded. I feel if you use the second pic he'd like to listen to songs like too sweet by Hozier and artists like Two Feet, Arctic Monkeys, Glass Animals, Hozier, Des Rocs, MISSIO, Lund, Son Lux, The Neighborhood, David Kushner, Steve Lacy, Red Leather, Cigarettes After Sex, Troy Boi, d4vd, Tsunami J. (Die Young for ex), Mac Miller (for ex. Self Care), ThxSoMch, alt-j, FKJ, etc
This could also work with literally any fandom. Like for example in a cod fanfic he could be the bastard son of a rich family (who had a lot of enemies) who they don't care about (but should cuz his luck could take them places ;)) and they, because despite everything he's the only child and they can't have him die from an enemy because itd ruin their image, hire taskforce 141 to protect him in a lone warehouse (the big rich apartment things I forgot the name of) while they're gone for a year. Tf 141 wouldn't be happy of course but they grow on our mc and take it as a vacation or something. He secretly tries to commit when they can't notice and they don't for a while but they finally find out when he finds one of their guns and tries to shoot himself just for it to literally break which shouldn't happen because they take care of their guns or something or they catch him about to hang himself with one of the rope, brand new btw, they literally use to climb into a helicopter so they know it's sturdy, and it immediately breaks (rips? Tears?) which also shouldn't happen because they know the rope is able to literally carry like 5 men at once, and that's how they discover his good luck and suicidal tendencies. The mc immediately gives up trying to commit in secret and goes to do it in the open now. They come up with a compromise, he can only attempt one time a die and they just gotta watch him till he does try, not that it'll work anyway, his luck prevents it. Or he could be a marine or Merc or something who joined just so he could get into danger so he could die but to their horror and his own, nothing will kill him. Like he'd run out of ammo and everything and be in front of an enemy just for the enemy's gun to suddenly jam or for the enemy to step on a mine or get hit by a stray bullet or something. His call sign would be clover 😂. Like he'd be known for being in or a part of the most dangerous missions that go to crap or something and come out unscathed. Like if he's a Merc he'd deliberately choose dangerous missions that other mercs avoid and go in alone and not even try, just walk right into an enemy's base and start shooting with the hopes of dying himself. Like even as he's doing a cool takedown move the only thought in his mind is ugh I wish a bullet would just hit me already or I wonder if this guy can kill me or I wonder if this guy is strong enough to choke me or I wonder if my luck can stop a grenade or something. Like don't give this guy explosives he'd probably tape an active one on himself. His handler refuses to give him explosives when he's alone because they've had to stop him from activating it on the spot and shoving it in a pocket. I was thinking poly 141 x male oc/reader (plus like Alejandro and his buddy and some of kortac or other hot cod characters). I'd expect him to be like silent and brooding but it looks cute to others. I'd also imagine he's incredibly short like 5'4. He also wears his hair like that in hopes it would help with him getting shot or something. His power of only good luck make him usable for any fandom just let me know if you use him cuz it's like to read it. Prefer if he's used for long fics with chapters or something but do what you want
He could also be a bartender in Gotham in the middle of an area between all the territories of the villains or something.
Also this is how'd I think he looked, art not mine at all. Probably found on Pinterest
Feel like he'd look like this too, especially for cod. Art not mine I'm pretty sure I found it on DeviantArt. Love their art tho
Ugh I need more cod x male oc or reader long fics/ stories/series preferably bottom or power bottom or sub
Just had an idea. Ghost Rider male reader x poly tf141 or ghost rider male reader x tf141/cod they would probably be better off in monster au. Though I'd prefer he's a power bottom/sub. Also long fics please, like series though feel free to use this for other things too. Please tag me if you use it I wanna read it
Edit one: I was thinking he could be a Merc or something and takes down corrupt squads or just corrupt politicians/rich people/etc in his free time. And maybe he's like really tall and stuff and wears a skull mask (like just a skull mask, not like ghost's) and looks like he'd be a top but is a bottom/sub (not required just a preference. Do what you wanna) and has a soft spot for animals and children. And he's the guy they send when crap really hits the fan cuz he's so destructive and angry when he fits. Like a quiet anger. And he's a total lone wolf, afraid he'll burn the wrong person and is really insecure about it. Omg please someone make this I'm dying
Edit two: I'd imagine he looks like this normally (art not mine at all. Probably found on Pinterest and I downloaded it. Credits to true artist if you find it, please tell me who it is lol)
I imagine he's like really quiet and soft when he's human but when he burst into flames (so like if imagine the flames are white or something) he's like a metalhead but still quiet, like roach quiet. And despite this he has all the power bro and he's huge under his clothes like he totally has man boobs and stuff. Also I feel like songs by SWARM match him perfectly or the song I'M A METALHEAD, BITCH by KILL KARL would match him too (great song, very fun to listen too and he Lowkey kinda goofy) but in a secret way, like he looks like he'd listen to classical or nirvana but his ghost rider thing makes him angry inside so he listens to metal. But I also feel like he'd be like in the umbrella academy where they, despite being serious and stuff, would just randomly start dancing to goofy music and he will straight up dance to a song like hey ya! By OutKast while he's cooking or making him some coffee like that'd be cute for the guys to stumble into. Also I feel like anytime he experiences anger or negative emotions he feels like really hot or he's always angry but he controls it unless he needs the destructive forces his anger would bring.
Now I'm being specific but it's okay. Feel free to use it or do whatever
Also I love contradictory characters
Bro I need a frickin fanfic (preferably story) where the male reader or oc is a power bottom biker boy who drives something like a Yamaha r1 or a BMWS1000RR or some other hot modern bike and is a adrenaline junkie and stuff and slowly builds up harem of powerful men for himself and he starts by pulling up next to starks limo at a red light or something and immediately catches his heart or something and because of this he ends up eventually after a while of 'hanging' with stark he meets the rest of the avengers just for the other guys to fall for him too because honestly it'd be a trip. I mean who doesn't want to get on your knees for a biker boy, I definitely would 😂 (guys don't judge, a girls gotta simp)
Edit: and if he has a superpower, it should be like dumb luck. Like the kind that makes birds show up outta nowhere to take a bullet for him or something or no matter what he comes out unscathed. Like to the point powers malfunction when directed at him or something dumb will happen to keep him safe, which is why he's an adrenaline junkie. No one knows his power tho, not even himself. He just thinks it's normal. This also could work in a bnha fic
Edit 2: oh and a foreign accent like idk which but you choose.
Edit 3: I feel like he'd listen to artists like slen, sxmpra, BVDLVD, Freddie dredd, ghostemane, mac Miller, $uicideboy$, bones, d4vd, red leather, witchz, 1nonly, etc just for like the aesthetic or something (guys I listen to these guys but I don't look or act it at all. It's a guilty pleasure lol and I feel badass to some of the songs for the beat alone. This or he'd listen to heavy dubstep, trap, phonk, etc) and I'm thinking big dawgs by hanumankind would fit him perfectly
Actually this can apply to any fandom with hot guys. I'd die for a cod one where he meets them in a country they've got a mission in by pulling up next to them on his bike or he owns a bike shop or he's their neighbor or a DC one cuz Batman's reaction would be funny or jokers if his plans never work when the MC is involved because of his luck
Pic not mine, probably found on Pinterest. Credit to them but this is how I'd think he looked
Ugh I need more fanfics of taskforce 141 x male reader or oc (preferably all of them) stories (not drabbles or scenarios or anything of the sorts despite them being absolutely adorable) but I can't find them so like if you have recommendations please share, doesn't matter the platform. I have watt, ao3, quotev, etc. or just cod men in general
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