The Sheer, Unadulterated Joy I Get Whenever I Check The Poly 141 Tag And There Is New Stuff To Read

Okay, So I'm the only girl on my team at work. And I'm telling y’all, regardless of age or relationship status, guys absolutely get excited when you give them stuff. Even if they act like they don't. All I can do is imagine how this would work with the 141.

Like imagine you make Gaz a bracelet. It's nothing too crazy, just a single strand of green pony beads. It didn't even take a lot to make it. Just some small, homemade thing that you give to him while you've got some down time between tasks.

He absolutely lights up, smiling wide, eyes bright. He thanks you with a side hug and a kiss to your temple. It's more than what you were expecting, but you're not gonna complain.

You don't think much of it, and move on with your business, nearly forgetting about the bracelet… until Soap interrupts you at the gym, demanding to know why Gaz got one and not him.

You didn't think he wanted one, and you certainly didn't think he'd be so distraught over something so silly. So, you promise him a bracelet, and you deliver it to him the next day. A single strand blue bracelet.

Johnny's ecstatic, grinning like a kid on Christmas. He gives you a bear hug, and a messy kiss to your cheek, practically singing your praise as he leaves.

Price is next. But thankfully you don't give him a chance to ask. You had noticed the way his gaze lingers on the bracelets that Gaz and Soap have, the small frown he's got after talking to them.

You make him a yellow one, and drop it off on his desk with some paperwork. No need for all the fanfare or even the chance he might reject it. He doesn't. He does bring you your favorite drink, his way of saying thanks. And the yellow bracelet is on his wrist the whole time.

Ghost is last, only because you didn't think he'd want one. But ever since Price got his, Ghost has been waiting with baited breath for one. He's not going to outright ask, will even scoff if Soap or Gaz brag about it. But he wants one!

It's late, when he drops by your barrack, quiet when you open the door. It takes him a moment to gather the courage. But eventually, he holds his hand out, asking where his bracelet is.

When you admit you hadn't made him one, he's a little hurt. You're teammates. Why wouldn't he want one? But you invite him into your barrack, letting him sit with you as you make the bracelet. It's just black, his color of course, but he leaves, smiling under the mask.

Oh, and when you show up for the next briefing with your own bracelet, a repeating pattern of green, blue, yellow and black, no one comments on it. But it's hard to ignore the way they all smile at you, a soft look in their eyes.

𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑦 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠

A/N: Small little blurb I decided to write in the meantime of writing others Christmas themed stories. Best of all, it’s with one of my favorite creeps, Toby! Remember to stay hydrated and happy holidays! :)

TW: None, just pure holiday fluff!

The snow fell softly outside your cabin window, a pristine white blanket covering the forest floor. The gentle crackle of the fireplace was the only sound as you curled up in your favorite chair, a mug of hot cocoa warming your hands. You had always loved the quiet serenity of the woods, especially during the holiday season. This year, however, felt different—an unsettling weight lingered in the air, like a shadow just out of sight.

You glanced toward the clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight, and you had no intentions of staying up much later. The holidays were always a bit lonely for you, being so far removed from town. But this year, you weren’t truly alone.

The sound of the door creaking open made you smile. "Toby? That you?" you called, setting your mug down.

"Who else would it be?" came the familiar, raspy voice of your boyfriend. Toby stepped into the cabin, stomping snow off his boots and pulling down the scarf covering his face. His goggles reflected the warm glow of the fire as he walked over to you, his jittery movements as familiar to you as the sound of the wind outside.

"You’re late," you teased, standing to greet him. "I was starting to think you got lost."

Toby chuckled, a sharp, uneven sound that still managed to warm your heart. "Wouldn’t be the first time," he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. "Had to make sure no one was following me, you know."

You frowned, worry flickering in your chest. "You think someone’s out there?"

He shrugged, pulling off his gloves and tossing them onto the table. "Maybe. Maybe not. But I’m here now, so no need to worry."

Easier said than done, you thought, but you nodded anyway. "Alright. You hungry? I made some soup."

Toby’s eyes lit up behind his goggles. "Hell yeah. You’re the best, you know that?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. Moments like this—the rare, quiet times when Toby let his guard down—made all the chaos of your relationship worth it.

As you ladled soup into bowls, Toby settled himself on the rug in front of the fire, his jittery movements gradually calming in the warmth of the room. You joined him, handing him a bowl and sitting cross-legged beside him.

"So," you said, watching him take a bite, "any plans for tomorrow?"

He glanced at you, his expression unreadable behind the goggles. "You mean Christmas?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Thought we could maybe do something. Just the two of us."

Toby was silent for a moment, staring into the fire. Then he set his bowl down and leaned back on his hands. "You really like all this holiday stuff, huh?"

"I guess," you said, shrugging. "It’s nice to have a reason to celebrate. And it’s our first Christmas together, so I thought… I don’t know."

He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?"

You flushed, nudging him with your elbow. "Shut up. I’m serious."

"I know," he said, his voice softening. "And yeah. We can do something. Whatever you want."

Your heart swelled at his words. Toby wasn’t exactly the romantic type, but moments like this reminded you just how much he cared in his own, unique way.

As the night deepened, the two of you shared quiet stories and memories by the fire. The soft light cast flickering shadows across Toby’s face, and you found yourself studying him—the way his hair fell messily over his goggles, the way his lips curved into a faint smile when he was truly at ease. He caught you staring and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Nothing," you said quickly, though your cheeks burned. "Just… you look happy."

His smirk softened into something more genuine. "That’s ‘cause I am. Being here with you… it’s nice."

You reached out, hesitating for only a moment before brushing your fingers against his cheek. He stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away. "You deserve to be happy, Toby," you said softly.

For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss. It was hesitant at first, almost unsure, but when you responded, threading your fingers through his hair, he deepened it. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

The kiss left you both breathless, and when he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, though whether from the fire or the kiss, you couldn’t tell. "I… I’m not great at this stuff," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I’m trying. For you.”

Your heart ached at his vulnerability. "You’re doing perfect," you said, cupping his face and pressing another kiss to his lips. "You’re perfect."

The rest of the night passed in a blur of warmth and stolen kisses. By the time the first rays of dawn broke through the trees, you were curled up together on the rug, a blanket draped over you both. Toby’s arm was slung protectively around you, his breaths slow and even as he slept.

As you watched the snow continue to fall outside, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Life with Toby was far from normal, but it was yours. And for now, that was enough.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠! ❤️

•-•» 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 «•-•

Hi, I’m Merxcy! Here a few things about me to get to know me better:

🍂 I’m 19 years old

🍂 My pronouns are she/her

🍂 I am an INFP

🍂 I’m obsessed with writing

🍂 I have a black little kitty named Binx

🍂 I love vinyl records

🍂 I’m an addict for cheesy romance novels.

🍂 I live off of coffee

•---•» 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 «•---•

𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠

𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑐𝑒

𝐸𝑑𝑑𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑤 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦

𝐴𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑣𝑎 𝐵𝑜𝑠𝑠

𝐻𝑎𝑧𝑏𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙

𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑢𝑡𝑦

𝐻𝑜𝑔𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑐𝑦

(Feel free to suggest any fandoms you want me to write, I’m always open to explore new fandoms 🧡)

•---•» 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟: «•---•

𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡

𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠/𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐/𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠

•---•» 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑: «•---•

𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 (𝑀𝐷𝑁𝐼)

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟

•---•» 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟: «•---•

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 (𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒)

𝐼𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡

𝐻𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝

𝑂𝐶 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

•---•» 𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: «•---•

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧!

​​⋆* 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖞𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆 *⋆ ➤

⋆* 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖘 *⋆ ➤

𝐵𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛 - Tim Wright x Reader x Brian Thomas

⋆* 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊 *⋆ ➤

Sal Fisher Relationship Headcanons

⋆* 𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 *⋆ ➤

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. - Tom x Reader

⋆* 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖜 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖞 *⋆ ➤

Nothing here yet..

⋆* 𝕬𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖊 *⋆ ➤

𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝐼’𝑚 𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 - Vi x Reader

𝐹𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑆𝑘𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑒 - Jinx x Reader

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 - Vi x Reader (Requested)

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝑖𝑒𝑠 - Vi x Reader (Part 2 of I Love You, I’m Sorry)

ℭ𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔬𝔫-𝔗𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 - Vi x Reader (Requested)

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔯’𝔰 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 - Vi x Reader (Continuation of Crimson-Touched Love) (Requested)

𝐴 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 - Vi x Reader/Lux x Reader (Final Part of I Love You, I’m Sorry)

⋆* 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖛𝖆 𝕭𝖔𝖘𝖘 *⋆ ➤

Nothing here yet..

⋆* 𝕳𝖆𝖟𝖇𝖎𝖓 𝕳𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖑 *⋆ ➤

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩’𝔰 ℌ𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫 - Platonic!Charlie x Platonic!Reader (Requested)

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔎𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔉𝔬𝔯 - Platonic!Charlie x Reader (Requested)

⋆* 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖚𝖙𝖞 *⋆ ➤

𝐴 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 - Poly!141 x Reader

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 - Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Reader

⋆* 𝕳𝖔𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞 *⋆ ➤

Nothing here yet..

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠! <3

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

Summary: In the command center, you navigate chaos as the task force tackles a high-stakes mission to stop Makarov’s sinister plan. With tension thick and comms crackling with urgency, everything spirals when a trap is sprung. As you desperately try to piece together what’s happening, silence falls—fractured by a single, devastating revelation. Now, the weight of loss presses in, and a heartfelt letter reveals truths you never dared to hope for. In the aftermath of heroism and heartbreak, you’re left to grapple with a question: how do you move forward when your heart is still on the battlefield?

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Female Reader

The hum of the command center buzzed in your ears as you hunched over your console, fingers flying across the keyboard. The task force was out in the field, and as always, you stayed behind, monitoring feeds, guiding them through the chaos. You weren’t a soldier, not like them. Your battlefield was the screens in front of you, and your weapon was information.

But your heart was out there, with him.

You’d been in love with Johnny MacTavish—Soap—since the day you first met him. His humor, his energy, the way he could light up even the darkest situations. Over the years, you’d become close. You weren’t sure if he knew how you felt, but you carried it quietly, content to be near him, to hear his voice over comms, to know he was safe.

Until now.

The team had been deployed after intercepting intel about Makarov’s latest scheme: a plot to take the London Underground hostage and destroy the tunnels with explosives. The weight of the mission pressed on you as you worked tirelessly to support them from afar.

The comms were chaotic. “We’ve got eyes on the first device,” Price barked, his voice steady despite the urgency.

“Copy that,” you replied, checking the schematics. “Disarm sequence is live. Watch for a second fail-safe—Makarov doesn’t make it easy.”

Through the comms, you could hear Soap’s familiar voice, calm but focused. “Aye, lass, we’ll handle it. Keep the coffee warm for me, yeah?”

Your lips twitched into a small smile despite the tension. “Just don’t blow yourself up, MacTavish.”

Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an hour as you listened to their progress. Then came the first sign something was wrong.

“Bloody hell, it’s a trap!” Gaz’s voice was sharp, panic lacing his words.

“What’s going on?” you asked, leaning closer to the console. Static crackled in response, and your stomach twisted.

“We’ve got company,” Price growled. “Makarov’s here. He—”

The line cut out momentarily, and when it returned, chaos erupted. Gunfire, shouting, and the unmistakable sound of a struggle filled your headset.

“Soap, disarm the bomb!” Price ordered, his voice strained.

“I’m trying, Captain, but—” Soap’s words were interrupted by a sharp crack, followed by a muffled cry.

“Soap!” you shouted, but there was no response.

More shouting. Then a single gunshot rang out, deafening in the silence that followed.

“MacTavish!” Price’s voice was raw with anguish.

Your heart stopped. The comms descended into fragmented phrases, ringing with panic. You clutched the edge of your desk, trying to piece together what was happening, but no one was answering your calls.

Minutes dragged by like an eternity before Price’s voice came through again, quieter, broken. “We’re en route back to base.”

“Is everyone...?” You couldn’t finish the question.

No response.

You bolted from the command center, racing to the front of the base. The rain was relentless, soaking through your clothes as you stood on the tarmac, watching the aircraft approach. Anxiety clawed at your chest as the ramp lowered and the team emerged.

Price. Gaz. Ghost.

Your eyes searched desperately for Soap, but he wasn’t there. Confused, you stepped forward. “Where’s Johnny?”

The silence that followed was louder than any answer. Price’s face was pale, his eyes hollow. Ghost looked away, his hands clenched into fists.

“Where is he?” you repeated, your voice trembling.

Price stopped in front of you, his expression crumbling. “He’s gone, (Y/N).”

“No,” you said, stepping back, your head shaking violently. “No, he’s not. He wouldn’t—he promised me!”

“He died protecting us,” Price said, his voice thick. “Makarov shot him. Threw me to the ground. Soap—he got back up. Fought to stop him. He saved my life.”

Your knees buckled, and you sank to the ground, the cold rain mixing with the tears streaming down your face. “No,” you whispered. “Not Johnny. He can’t be—”

“He was a hero,” Ghost said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

A hero. That word echoed in your mind, but it did nothing to dull the pain. Johnny was more than a hero. He was your light, your reason to smile even when the world seemed bleak.

In the hours that followed, you learned the details: how Makarov had ambushed them, how Johnny had been disarming the bomb when Makarov appeared. How he’d been shot protecting Price and fought to his last breath to stop the madman.

The weight of his sacrifice crushed you, and yet, through your grief, you couldn’t help but feel proud. He had always been brave, always selfless.

Later, sitting in the barracks, you clutched his dog tags in your hand, the cold metal biting into your palm. A letter rested on your lap, one Price had handed you with trembling hands. It was written in Johnny’s messy scrawl.

“ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ’ꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ʟᴀꜱꜱ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ… ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ. ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ.

ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, (ʏ/ɴ). ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ. ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ. ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ.”

The tears came hard and fast as you read his words, clutching the letter to your chest. Your hands shook as you held the letter close, his words cutting deeper than any wound. He’d been everything to you, and now he was gone, leaving only memories and a hollow ache in his place.

As you sat in the quiet, the rain still tapping against the window, you whispered, “You never know a good thing until it’s gone.”

You hadn’t just lost a good thing. You’d lost the best. And now, all you could do was carry his legacy and make sure the world never forgot the man who had been your everything.

The rain continued to fall as you sat there, clutching the letter. You didn’t know how to move forward, but you knew you had to try. For him. For Johnny.

A/N: crying because I love Johnny so much, I will never forgive Activision for killing him off. I hope this feeds you guys, I’ve been sick and haven’t been writing as much.. Remember to stay hydrated and eat plenty of food, you are loved. ❤️

Dividers by the lovely @𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠-𝑎

Ghost: Luv, hurry up, we're gonna be late Y/N, coming out of the dressing room: How do I look? Ghost: Ghost, unbuttoning his shirt: Oh we're definitely going to be late

imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?

Please send more requests?

Hi, lovelies! 💖

My department is going on a work trip next month, so I won’t be able to write during that time. I usually receive about one request per day, but lately, it’s been slow—none in the past two days. To keep the queue flowing and possibly start posting twice a day before the trip, I’d love it if you could send in more requests! 💖

Feel free to send multiple requests! If I don’t get enough, I’ll fill it with my own ideas, but I’d rather prioritize your requests! Right now, I only have 7 requests queued, which isn’t enough to maintain a steady pace.

I’ll be back on Sunday morning to answer any questions! Thank you so much for your help. 🥰

As a reminder, here’s my fandom list:

Anime

Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin)

My Hero Academia (Boku no Hero Academia)

Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Revengers

Naruto / Boruto

One Piece

Haikyuu!!

Chainsaw Man

Spy x Family

Bleach

TV

Supernatural

The Witcher

Stranger Things

The Mandalorian

Sherlock (BBC)

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

BBC Merlin

Doctor Who

Star Trek

Good Omens

Bridgerton

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

The Boys

ATLA/Avatar The Last Airbender

Arcane

Criminal Minds

Movies

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts

Twilight

The Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

Star Wars

Video games

The Legend of Zelda

The Last of Us

Resident Evil

Call of Duty

Baldur's Gate

Genshin Impact

Love and Deepspace

Books

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

The Witcher

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Throne of Glass

The Cruel Prince (The Folk of the Air)

Thanks so much for your support—you’re all amazing! 💕

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Small Hiatus

Hi guys!

Firstly, I am sorry I haven’t been writing a whole lot here recently. My family and I have begun celebrating Christmas and doing holiday themed activities, which kind of put me at a standstill with writing. I promise I will get to your guys requests it just might take some time. Secondly, I will be going on vacation from the 30th to the 5th so I will not be writing anything during that time as I wish too spend it with my family. I hope you guys will understand.

Love you guys and Happy Holidays!

— Merxcy ❤️💚

Which ever fandom has the most polls, I will write for next. I will also post the character list of who will be featured for each fandom! :)