Masterlist

all the stuff I’ve written so far 

(frequently updated for whenever new stories are written)

got bored. im a hopeless romantic who's also a flaming pile of trash.

also, didn't feel like doing names today.

enjoy

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I leaned against the counter, not really listening to the conversation around me as i swirled the drink in my hand. The liquid grazing the top of the cup when movement caught my attention.

He stood up, walking briskly into the next room, eyebrows pinched in frustration as he furiously typed something on his phone.

I set my cup down, quietly contemplating for a moment.

Is this a bad idea? maybe.

Am I tipsy enough to test it anyways? Absolutely

Way Down

been a second. college sucks. life is rough. but i found this in the drafts. i was gonna have this be a part of the storyline but i just never got round to connecting the dots. hope y'all like angst

warnings: major character death, strong language, gore, violence

unedited

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I held my breath from my spot in the corner as footsteps slowly padded by.

"Reaper, status." Price spoke in my ear.

"I have the vile."

I scanned the room, locking onto a door leading to the roof, and booked it. My feet propelled me forward as I smacked into the metal panel, pushed it open, and stumbled out into the rain.

my life may be in shambles but i just aced my calculus quiz

Angel of Small Death

Cris Lendell's backstory

Word Count: 2517

Warnings: violence, death, strong language, gore

enjoy

not edited (yet)

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My knee bounced as I stared blankly at the white tiled ceiling above me, my body numb as the events of the previous night flashed behind my eyes.

The metal door opened as an agent waltzed into the room, dropping a manilla folder onto the metal table between us.

"Captain Cris Lendell, mission report." He spoke to the camera as he pulled out multiple pictures.

My knuckles turned white, nails piercing my palms as I glanced at the images laid before me.

"Let's do this one more time, Captain" He leaned back into his chair, "Tell me what happened the night of November 28th."

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Extraction pt2

Warnings: violence, strong language, blood, gore

Word Count: 2485

does not follow canon storyline-

enjoy

not edited (yet)

read part one here

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Dust and debris filled the hall. I slowly sat up, pushing a block of cement off of me, and turned to see a pool of red next to Ghost's head.

"Ghost." Pain shot through my body as I shifted.

I cursed, moving so that I could free his body from the rubble, and tugged him into the adjacent room. The door had been dented but still worked as I swung it open and dragged his body inside.

Extraction pt.1

Got hella brain fog right now and this is the only thing I've been able to focus on in the last 24 hours

does not follow the canon storyline -

OC's name is now Cris Lendell -

Word Count: 1406

Warnings: gore, blood, violence, strong language. (18+)

Enjoy

not edited (yet)

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After the last field trip I took with Task Force 141, I found myself spending more time with the group.

Laughing at a terrible joke Roach just made, I downed another shot, sinking further into the feeling.

I don't drink often, but relaxation has been hard to come by. Often waking up in cold sweats, the ring of an explosion reverberating through my bones. Images flash in my head every time I close my eyes, blood and gore staining my subconscious.

The buzz of a drink has done well in silencing those thoughts and keeping those images at bay.

The table grew quiet as Pierce approached the group, laying a manilla folder on the table.

"Next mission details. Wheels up at 06:00."

Standstill

Literally never played the games, but tiktok has me hooked.

Please enjoy

Word count: 1758

Warnings: strong language, gore, death, violence

OC is intended as female but can be gender-neutral as well.

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Things weren't going as well as I would have hoped.

Roach was rendered unconscious after being caught in a blast and Soap had taken a shot to the leg and shoulder.

We had been able to find cover in a part of the house, meanwhile Ghost was trying to get the computers to respond so we could get the fuck out of here.

insane hail/thunderstorm in my town rn.

he really is fighting God

head empty just:

eddie falling for a writer/bookworm who gives him genius ideas for dnd

OR

falling for said lad/lady when they act as dungeon master and absolutely floor him with their story telling abilities and quick thinking

i’m putting together a fucking flow-chart for this shit

If you wanna cry, this one is fucking heart wrenching  

hi!

i’m looking for fanfic recommendations that will make me SOB, crying on the floor at 3am hiccups and all. so please, don’t hold back, give me your worst, i’ll even do a review on it.

(doesn’t HAVE to be a fanfic, but would be appreciated)