Does free will exist?
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “You’re a softie, really” keegan russ & familial m!reader pls
summary: Keegan hates your fucking guts, but he does love you… kind of.
tws: swearing, mentions of violence
Keegan loathed you. He absolutely despised and hated you with every fibre of his being, but if someone were to so much as look at you the wrong way, he wouldn’t hesitate to cause them such woe and agony and misery that it would make anyone wince and ask if it was a bit too much; he supposed, though, that’s why the other Ghosts teased him about being your adopted big brother. He loathed you so much that if you even hinted at being upset, he would immediately try to find out who had caused it, and make them suffer; only he was allowed to bully you, no one else, and he made that more than known. Even the other Ghosts didn’t try to so much as playfully bully you, as they didn’t want to face Keegan losing his temper with them. No matter what, big brother Keegan was always there to save you; whether you were too smart for your own good and had gotten yourself into shit, too ambitious and rambunctious and ending up in a situation you weren’t prepared for, or simply because you refused to slow down, refused to back down; big brother Keegan was always there to pull your ass out of the fire, with only mild complaints about it. Big brother Keegan, always there to pull his little SAS brother out of any shit that tried to coat him.
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I wish I was someone’s lame ass boyfriend
One of the worst parts of current internet culture is that it makes good old fashioned complaining so difficult. I don’t wanna cancel anyone or bully anyone, I’m not trying to form a hate mob I’m not calling anyone out, i just wanna bitch about something. Because complaining is fun, good for you, even. Is that too much to ask? Where is the room for shooting the shit?
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Pairing: [Gaz] Kyle G. x [Enemy] reader
Pronouns: he/him
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II
Quote: “Look.. I could care less about that file, but.. My office. You trashed my office.”
Description: Gaz gets caught somewhere he shouldn’t be. He has nothing to defend himself with either. He’s running on pure adrenaline and fear.
Disclaimer: Shitty writing. Guns. Fear. Pain. Gaz gets hit a few times.
A/n: This is just a little thought I had. I’m very tempted to make a pt. 2 though.
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Word count: 751
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Get in and get out. Get in and get out. In then out. In then out. This was racing through Gaz’s mind as he frantically tore apart the room. He had no ammo. He had nothing to defend himself. He couldn’t afford to get caught.
“Don’t waste time! Find it and get the hell out of there!” He heard Soap yell from the comms.
“I’m trying!” Gaz whisper-yelled as he threw open a drawer. He needed a certain file. This file was needed to get the team too the next stage of the mission, but he couldn’t see to fucking find it.
“Where is it…” He whispered to himself.
He’s been in the stupid building longer than he’d like. He’d been at this for hours. He was so tired. He was running on pure adrenaline.
“Someone’s headed your way, I won’t be able to see him from this point. You’re on your own.” Soap said.
Get in and get out. Get in and get out. “Get in and get out. Damn it!” Gaz’s frustration grew with every second.
He stood back, his hand on his head in a fit of stress. He frantically looked around the room. His eyes caught a small bit of yellow stuck under a keyboard. He ran up to the desk, throwing the keyboard to the side, grabbing the file. He opened it and smiled.
“Fuck yeah!”
His victory was quickly shut down when he felt something press into his back. His heartbeat quickened as he slowly realized what it was.
The stranger let out a small click as he shoved the gun further into the man’s back. “Look.. I could care less about that file, but.. My office. You trashed my office.”
Gaz tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
“The least you could do is leave the file.” The man said.
Gaz stayed silent, scared if he said anything he’d end up with a bullet in his back.
“Turn around.” The man ordered.
Gaz slowly turned around. From the outside, you would never be able to tell he was scared shitless. Get in and get out. More like get in and get caught.
“How are we lookin’, Gaz?” Soap asked, not being able to see the situation.
When Gaz reached to respond, the enemy took his gun and smashed it into Kyle’s hand. Kyle hissed in pain as he gripped his hand. The man then kneed him in the stomach, causing the soldier to choke and fall forward on his knees.
“Gaz?” Soap asked.
The man pressed the gun against Gaz’s head. “You want that file?”
“Yes.” Gaz said in a broken voice. His stomach is still aching.
“Tell your little friend you ran into trouble, but you’re fine.” Y/n said.
Gaz now looked up at him. He was frozen. When he made no move for the comms, y/n rose a brow.
He then slowly reached up to the comms.
“Gaz?! Are you al-”
“I’m good… I-... I found the file..” His breathing was heavy. “I.. I ran into a little trouble, but I’m fine! I’ll see you soon, S-... I’ll see you soon.” He didn’t want to say any names, even if Soap was only a codename.
“Good.” Y/n brought the gun up as if he was about to hit Gaz with it.
Gaz’s eyes were now screwed shut as he awaited for the impact. The gun hit the comm, breaking it. Gaz groaned as it still hit him.
Y/n put his gun back in its holster. He then grabbed his spinny chair, pulling it closer, gesturing to it. “Get up and sit down.”
Gaz slowly got up, taking a seat in the chair.
Y/n leaned against the table behind him and smiled. “You a bitch.” Gaz’s eyes widened in surprise. “Look, you can take the file, but you’re gonna tell me everything I need to know.”
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I think if i put into words how happy this type of image makes me I would get diagnosed with something
this is the best representation i’ve seen of trans men in manga
like i’ve never seen my feelings about being transmasc being represented in any media really it’s amazing how a cis male author can portray trans men so well