#but like.....when hat man comes out of fucking nowhere and fucks with everything

[elibean]

t-24 hours until this blog becomes an absolute dumpster fire.

you have been warned!

#text post #will be tagging everything with link click spoilers so. block that lol #oh man. oh man oh boy oh god oh man. #dude. oh man. oh man. ah jeez. #im more like #nervous for how disappointed i'm inevitably gonna be when they don't tie things up the way i want lol #like i know they won't tie EVERYTHING up i'm not worried about that #but like.....when hat man comes out of fucking nowhere and fucks with everything #ok well at least i'm prepared for that #BUT I'M NOT PREPARED FOR THEM TO SQUASH THE ALT TIMELINE LG THEORY LIKE A BUG #BC LIKE #I KNOW THEY'RE GONNA DO IT. I KNOW THEY'RE GONNA CRUSH MY DREAMS #BUT A PART OF ME STILL HAS HOPE.......... #tomorrow's gonna be rough

[frogchiro]

okay wait why am i now just hearing about butcher/slasher ghost, and why am i foaming at the mouth!!!???! like ripping apart pillows, tearing down walls, doing flips—RAHHH i am officially OBSESSED!!

i read it and thought of texas chainsaw massacre, but it’s the 2006 one so like simon is an absolute menace but he sees a pretty lady who’s new to town and his cold killer heart just can’t help but swoon :((( and she’s so polite, nervous, and timid because it’s so different in this town and simon with his cursed blessed keen sense of smell

OH MY GOD BUT SLASHER GRAVES IN A SMALL TOWN DOWN IN TEXAS!!!?

so sorry if this is a lot!! 😣 i’m just a little obsessed 🤭🤭 either way, have an amazing day!! stay hydrated and make sure to eat 🩷🩷

HOW THE FUCK DID I NEVER THINK OF SLASHER GRAVES

My dear, I know that you probably expected Butcher!Ghost but I'm highjacking this ask now and writing slasher Graves because oh my god-

The setting I imagine to be in a small southern town in Texas, and I imagine it to be like one of those creepy, small southern gothic towns with the old abandoned churches, houses and old beaten up signs that say "His return is near" or "God is watching you", you get the idea.

And there we have Philip Graves who owns a big ranch passed down for generations in his family, and by big I mean HUGE. Enormous pastures, corn fields, cows, horses, pigs and all that which means he and his name is quite well know in the area which admittedly makes his...hobby a lot easier than you'd think. Graves has friends in high places and he's buddy buddy with the town's sheriff, basically the golden child of the town which means that both the police and the sheriff will turn a blind eye to the "sudden disappearances" of people, be it locals or newcomers to town.

But the thing is that Philip Graves is bored. Bored out of his mind and nothing seems to excite him anymore, not even the desperate hysterical screams of his victims do the thing anymore. Sure he definitely has the money, the looks that refined well with age, he's respected and liked in the community but the truth is-he doesn't give a shit about it.

I imagine that Slasher!Graves is an incredibly arrogant man, and while he may put on a pleasant facade, his accent a thick and purring drawl and his southern charm do the trick he's a whimsical and capricious prick who gets easily bored and when he does...Well let's just say that it doesn't end pretty.

So imagine how surprised he was when he was in town once in his pickup truck, cowboy hat low on his brow as he watched the cars go by when suddenly his eyes were caught by a bus, one of those that travel for very long distances and the only person who got out was you. To say that Philip's interest was piqued would be an understatement; what's a pretty soft little thing like you doing in this bumfuck nowhere in Texas?

A pretty young lady, seemingly around 20, who looked like a lost little lamb, but just what were you doing here? Everything about you screamed that you're obviously not from here and while he could see even from a distance that you tried to act confident, his sharp blue eyes saw right through that act-you were scared shitless and more than lost. Were you here to visit someone? Or maybe...you are running from something? Whatever the case was, you definitely caught his attention in more than one way.

You just looked...so soft, so pretty, lovely he'd even say and I'm sorry but this Graves that we're talking about would definitely be a little misogynistic :(( He's old fashioned, maybe it comes with his age or maybe due to how his pa raised him but the further he observed you the more he he couldn't help but think about how such a pretty young lady like yourself should be married off already to a nice gentleman, getting provided for like you deserve and in return takin' care of your husband too; bringing him beer, cookin' and popping out a kid or two :((

His train of thoughts got interrupted only by a loud booming voice calling out his name cheerfully and when he turned around annoyed to see who was interrupting him, it turned out to be old Michael, an old friend of his pa. He greeted him politely but when he turned around to watch you a little more it turned out that you already wandered off, sneaky girl.

Philip cursed under his breath but on the other hand he decided to just ask the sheriff about you since he knows that the man has access to all the information about any newcomers to town. It looks like his bored streak came to an end <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #this is literally godsend #slasher!Graves #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #philip graves

[artiststarme]

Come to Poppa

Based on a prompt sent to me awhile ago from @yaoiprofessoryuki. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it!

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Steve was never close to his dad, not like a father or son should be. They never played catch in the front yard or camped out in the woods. They certainly never talked about sports or girls. The closest they ever got was performing elementary science experiments at the kitchen table until his mother scolded them both over their own laughter. One day though, everything changed. Out of nowhere, Steve became less of a son and more like a roommate that coexisted in the same house.They lived in the same house and their paths intermittently crossed when they were both in the house at the same time, but their relationship was gone. 

Nevertheless, all Steve wanted after fighting the demogorgons with the kids was to see his dad. He craved the comfort that only a dad could give through all-consuming hugs and emotionally stunted advice. His dad was a scientist, surely he could ask him just what the fuck those monsters were. If anyone could understand, his dad would. 

But after waiting up all night and into the next day, his dad didn’t come home. His secretary didn’t pick up the phone when he called and the hospital had no records of him. His dad was just gone, disappeared just like all the evidence of the demogorgons. Steve’s mom filed a missing persons report with the Sheriff’s office but even their investigations were moot. It was like his dad fell off the face of the earth. 

***

After their 1984 encounter and getting the absolute shit kicked out of him by Billy, the kids start hanging out at his house. His mom had taken to leaving for weeks at a time at the drop of a hat to avoid thinking about his father and Steve was climbing the walls in order to escape some of the oppressive loneliness that the house seemed to ooze. He thought the kids would find it fun to have a big house to themselves to make a mess in and just be kids away from the responsibilities of the Upside Down. He was wrong. 

Eleven froze as soon as the door swung shut behind her, her eyes on the family portrait that hung in the living room. In it was a sixteen year old Steve, his mother in her nicest dress, and his graying dad. It was one of the last pictures that they all looked happy in. But Eleven wasn’t looking at the picture in happiness or curiosity, she was looking at it in horror.

“El? What’s wrong, what’s going on?” Mike stood between her and the photo, his hand comfortingly rested on her shoulder.

All the kids surrounded her and Steve just followed her gaze and looked at her in confusion. When Dustin saw him looking back and forth, he snuck a peek before his eyes widened in sudden realization. “Holy shit, guys! Look at the picture! Steve, how the hell do you know Dr. Brenner?”

Steve’s eyes scrunched in confusion, “what? I don’t know a Dr. Brenner.”

“There’s a picture of the two of you right there!” Lucas flailed his arm towards another picture of the two of them in black suits at his cousin’s wedding. 

“And right there,” Max added, pointing at a picture of Steve holding a report card with straight A’s and his dad beaming with pride to his left.

“That’s not Dr. Brenner, that’s my dad. Martin Harrington, not a Brenner,” he said while rolling his eyes in exasperation. The imagination of these kids was going to make him lose his mind one day. 

“No, papa.”

“Eleven, that’s not the man that hurt you. That’s my dad. He was boring and dorky, he wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“Papa!”

“I think she would know who experimented on her for years,” Lucas said, rolling his eyes. 

“Not if she thinks it's my dad!” Steve was really reaching his limits. He’d just wanted the kids to have fun for a day, he hadn’t expected slander against his dad. 

“What if it's the same person? Your dad and Dr. Brenner,” Dustin pondered. 

Steve just shook his head. “There’s no way, my dad worked at the Department of Energy for the government. He ran research experiments on electricity and water and shit. He never worked with kids!” 

“The Department of Energy was just a cover up for the experiments on kids!” Mike screamed.

That was the last line for El. As soon as Mike raised his voice, she flinched and threw the family portrait to the ground with a flick of her wrist. The frame splintered and the glass shattered upon contact with the fireplace tile. Most disturbingly to Steve though was the long tear in the photo separating his dad from him and his mom. An unfortunately positioned shard of glass had separated his dad from his family in the portrait just as an unknown force had in reality. 

“Hey! That’s one of the last pictures I have of him! He disappeared last year and you just ruined our last picture together. Fuck Eleven, he’s not your papa.” Steve dropped to his knees next to the broken frame without regard for the glass and fretted his hands over the portrait. 

“He’s a monster!” El yelled, an accusing finger pointed directly at the ruined canvas in his hands. All of the pictures on the walls fell to the floor with a deafening crash. In a single moment, all remnants of his dad were erased from the living room. 

“No! You’re ruining everything, stop! My dad was just a nerd that loved science. He might’ve been a little strict about grades but other than that, he’s a good guy!”

“Steve, we are telling you that that is Dr. Brenner. I don’t know why he has a different name at work or why you don’t know what he did at work but it is him. We met him last year and he’s missing because… Well, we’re pretty sure El killed him or at least really hurt him. That’s why he didn’t come back.” Dustin delivered the news as gently as possible but his words still registered like a knife in the back. 

“What.”

Suddenly, Steve saw everything differently. The missed basketball games, the unexplained absences and late nights at work, the weird interest in his experiments. It felt like the loving dad that he grew up with was a stranger he never knew at all. The kids didn’t seem to notice his shock or the fact that they had just ruined his life. They continued arguing amongst themselves until Steve tuned back in. 

“What if Steve knew about it? For all we know, he could've had a part in it! Maybe that’s why he wanted to join the Party. He could be reporting back to Dr. Brenner right now!” Mike ranted. Jesus Christ, Steve hated that kid.

“You really think Steve had something to do with it? I’m pretty sure he’s failing at least three classes right now. There is no way someone would use him as an accomplice in a conspiracy this big,” Dustin shook his head and sent a wink at Steve as if he was defending him. But Steve didn’t take it that way. 

They knew about his dad’s disappearance and were now insulting him? Fucking shit, he’d risked everything for these kids; his reputation, his old friends, his relationship with Nancy, his life! And they still doubted him and saw him as an idiot. They saw him as a traitor that would work as an accomplice to torture other kids. Fuck it. 

“Get out.”

“Steve, Mike didn’t mean-”

He cut Lucas off with a glare. “Get out! I don’t want you here. Just get out!”

They all walked out with varying degrees of guilt until Steve was left alone with nothing to do but look at the ruined family portrait with its shards of broken glass and cry about the injustice of it all.

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#does the timeline continue as normal after this or does this change everything? #what if Robin takes pity on Steve when he goes back to Mrs. Click's class on Monday and befriends him then? #Eddie sees the fallen king hanging around the Buckley band kid and befriends him too #stranger things #pre steddie #pre robin #steve harrington #eleven hopper #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair

[lawsvalentine]

NSFW Drabble request for luffys reaction to his s/o being away for awhile and him being all pent up until they come home 😋 fem reader please !

Cee’s note: i feel like he would be absolutely FERAL if he was kept waiting all day. LIKEEEE reader would be in for it 🤭

When You Keep Him Waiting • Luffy x Fem!reader HC + Drabble • (18+)

CW: smut (rough sex, horny luffy, multiple orgasms, basically Luffy beating up the 🐱)

Oh you better be prepared 👀

When Luffy is horny, he will not hesitate to drag you from whatever it is you’re doing and fuck the wind out of you

But when you’re nowhere to be found, mans gets RESTLESS

He will do anything and everything to try and ignore the feeling

He tried to eat it away

Play it away

Fight it away….no use

So best believe all that pent up energy will get put to use 😉

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Your lewd moans were muffled against the pillow as you came down from your second orgasm. Your legs went limp,giving out by the intense force from Luffy’s thrusts. Your arm helplessly reached behind you in an attempt to slow his pace but that just made him grip and thrust harder.

To say Luffy was a bit pent up was an understatement. All his attempts at distracting himself fell short. He almost left the ship to try and find you but didn’t want to interrupt your girl time with the other straw hat girls.

“Been…wanting to…mm..do this..ah….all day”

You were used to Luffy’s incredible stamina when it came to fucking you on the regular. But his pent up frustrations somehow increased his drive to the point where you have no choice but to take it and endure orgasm after orgasm until he is satisfied.

And he is nowhere close to satisfied, so you’re in for a long night.

#divider by @benkeibear #one piece smut #op smut #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x female reader #luffy smut #one piece drawing #op drabble #monkey d luffy smut #monkey d luffy x fem reader #monkey d luffy x y/n #x fem!reader

[ghostofaboy]

Inter-Agency Cooperation

Summary: Jack runs into another agent on a mission and figures out a new way for them both to get what they want.

Pairing: Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels/Javier Peña Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only | Word Count: 2633

Warnings: Frottage, anal sex, public sex, Jack is his own warning

Note: This as not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you've read the warnings. Header by @beskarandblasters

Of all the places Jack thought he'd find himself today, a dive bar in the middle of butt fuck nowhere watching a cage fight wasn't even on his list. Silly, really, considering all the strange places his Statesman missions took him. All around him, large drunken men in plaid shirts jeered and shouted at the two half naked men in the cage. The entire bar stank of stale beer and sweat, which made Jack long for the heady woody smells of the Statesman barrel room, but he couldn't argue with the view.

In the cage, a massive slapdash metal structure that dominated the center of the rundown establishment, were two young men. Neither could have been older than twenty-five, both striped to the waist in just their jeans, and both covered in blood and sweat. It was the most homoerotic shit Jack had ever seen in such a painfully hetero bar. He had to stifle a laugh whenever he thought about it.

Taking another sip of his shitty beer, Jack glanced over to his mark, only to find him in the exact same spot since the last time he checked. Fast asleep in a corner booth, drooling into his thick, bushy beard. Another quick look around the bar confirmed that no one else was paying either of them any attention; except for one man.

Sat at a table, set off to the corner with a view of Jack, his mark and the cage, was a broody looking motherfucker. Sporting a well-worn leather jacket, a mustache similar to his own and a casual air that oozed practiced confidence, the other man had definitely made him. Everything about this guy said agent, the only question was what kind.

Jack's money was on CIA considering the dealings his sleepy mark was into, but FBI was also a possibility. There was only one way to find out, and considering Jack didn't feel like competing with another agent for the mark, working together was the better option for them both. Eying the other man, Jack could see he was also nursing what passed for beer in this shithole. There was his opening.

Sliding off his barstool, Jack glanced over at the two young men now slumping against each other, gasping for breath, the sweat rolling off them. Swaggering over to the stranger's table, Jack was met with a single raised eyebrow and a tilt of the head.

"Evenin'." Jack tipped his hat, before leaning down slightly closer to the other man. "Enjoyin' the entertainment?"

"Not my usual kind of thing." The other man smirked and Jack could just pick out the hints of a Texan accent. "But when in Rome or whatever."

"I agree." Jack gave a chuckle. "Almost makes up for the terrible beer. Do you mind if I join you?" Jack gestured to the free chair next to the stranger.

The other man didn't respond beyond a small nod, but his eyes watched Jack intently as he slid into the seat. 

“I don’t know about you,” Jack leaned in conspiratorially, “but I usually prefer somethin’ a little stronger. Now, I’m a whiskey man myself. How about you?”

“I’m a cut the bullshit kinda man.” The stranger sat up a little straighter, locking eyes with Jack with a steadiness that could only come from years of experience in the field. “So, why don’t you do us both a favor and tell me who you are and what you want.”

“To the point, I respect that.” Jack nodded. “All right. I’m Agent Jack Daniels, and I’m here keepin’ an eye on that fella over there. Reckon you know who I mean, seein’ as you’ve also got eyes on him. I need him alive as part of an investigation, and I get the feelin’ you do too.”

“You CIA?”

“No.” Jack carefully pulled his fake DIA badge from his jacket, flashing it under the table at the stranger. “You?”

“DEA.” The stranger mimicked Jack, carefully and covertly showing his badge. “Javier Peña. Our guy has links to a new player in the narcotics trade.”

“Indeed he does.” Jack nodded again, glancing around to make sure no one was watching or listening to them. “Amongst other things. Peña, huh? Weren’t you part of the team that took down Escobar?”

Javier shifted in his seat. “That was a long time ago. So what do you want to do? I’m here tonight to see who he meets up with.”

“He ain’t meetin’ up with anyone tonight. He was meant to, but I’ve already made sure that ain’t happenin’.” Jack leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting over to the cage fighters who were rolling around on the floor trading punches. “The dumb fuck’ll stay here, so I was gonna wait until the mornin’ and tail him back to wherever he’s holed up. You’re welcome to join me.”

Jack watched as Javier’s sharp eyes assessed him thoroughly. Jack could feel those dark eyes taking in every detail of him and knew that on some level Javier wasn’t buying his story. But was it enough for him to leave?

“Fine.” Javier scowled, taking a swig of beer, pulling a face at the taste. “I guess we just wait then.”

“At least there’s a show.” Jack gestured to the cage, scooting his chair back slightly so he was parallel to Javier at the table. “Who’s your money on? The fuckin’ twink blond or the other one?”

“At least that one can grow facial hair.” Javier let out a harsh laugh as he watched the two fighters. 

The crowd was getting impatient now, roaring and booing for the two young men to hurry up and finish. The blond responded by lunging at the darker haired man, who stepped back to avoid the attack. Grabbing hold of each other by the jeans, the two men fell to the floor of the cage again, tussling back and forth, much to the pleasure of the crowd. 

A loud whoop came from one section of the gathered men and as Jack craned his neck to look he could see that the blond had managed to pull down the other man’s jeans, exposing his ass. As the fighters rolled, grabbed and tugged at each other, the jeans worked their way further down until the man’s cock and balls were free. By this point, he was pinned under the blond, who had straddled his back, causing the other man’s legs to kick wildly. The result was a fantastic view of his asshole bared for the crowd, with his heavy dick and balls swinging back and forth. 

Much of the crowd was cheering now, clearly enjoying what they were seeing, as the blond fighter rolled the other man onto his back, yanking his jeans completely off victoriously. Now stark naked, bruised and bloodied, the other fighter slowly climbed to his feet before quickly barrelling into the blond. 

Jack could feel his cock stirring as he watched the younger fighter’s naked body in front of him. He wasn’t alone, and Jack could spot more than a few tented pants in the audience. The blond was grabbing the other fighter’s ass and pulling his cheeks open, giving everyone a good view of a tight puckered hole, and Jack could feel his cheeks heating up as he stared. Pulling his eyes away to grab his hip flask from his belt, Jack’s eye flickered over to Javier. 

The other man was leaning back casually in his chair, giving the impression to anyone that he was completely disinterested in what he was watching. Taking a mouthful of whiskey, Jack let his eyes drift lower, his curiosity getting the better of him, and to Jack’s delight he could see the very obvious outline of an erection in those ridiculously tight jeans.

Holding his flask out to Javier, Jack couldn’t stop himself smirking as the other man jumped slightly, dropping the veneer of coolness for a moment, before taking the flask. Letting his eyes drop back down to the bulge in Javier’s jeans, Jack made sure to let the other man catch him looking as the flask was returned to him. 

“Good show, am I right?” Jack’s voice was a husky whisper as he leaned over to Javier. 

“Uh, sure.” Javier’s cheeks flushed slightly as he glanced around, looking everywhere in the bar except at the two young men glistening with sweat as the naked fighter ripped open the blond’s jeans as he swung him against the cage. His body clattering against the metal, his long cock squashed against the bars.

Jack waiting patiently until Javier’s eyes returned to him before gesturing discreetly at his hard on. “Wanna fuck?”

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Crashing around the back of the bar, lips clumsily found lips as teeth clashed and hands roamed. Slamming Jack up against the wall of the building, Javier’s mouth forcefully met his as the two men grunted and moaned in the cold night.

Venturing his hands lower, Jack cupped Javier’s erection through the denim, making the other man buck into his palm as he forced his tongue past Jack’s lips. It had been a long time since Jack had been with someone so aggressively dominant, and it was going straight to his cock, which strained against its confines.

Tugging open Javier’s fly, Jack reached inside, stroking the hard length, feeling it twitch in his hand as Javier’s finger’s tangled into Jack’s hair under his hat. Freeing his own cock, Jack pulled Javier in closer, bringing their erections together, as he began to steadily pump them with his hands. 

Javier moaned into Jack’s mouth an incomprehensible stream of English and Spanish as he trapped Jack against the wall, pinning him with his body as he rolled his hips in time with Jack’s strokes. But it wasn’t enough. Jack needed more. There was something about this grumpy DEA agent that was filling his head with the most obscene thoughts, and damn it if Jack wasn’t going to try and fulfil some of them.

Pulling his head back slightly to break the frantic kiss, Jack nuzzled against Javier’s jaw as the other man growled and ground against him.

“You wanna fuck me?” Jack panted into Javier’s ear, stopping his hand and pulling it away from their cocks. “I got lube and condoms.”

“Yes.” Was the simple, growled response as Javier took a step back, glancing around as Jack fished a condom out of his jacket.

As Javier busied himself putting it on, Jack quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling his jeans and underwear down to his knees. Reaching behind him, Jack pushed a finger into his ass, hissing at the coldness of the lube, before adding a second finger. Satisfied at the lubrication, Jack handed the tube to Javier, who applied a couple of drops before returning it.

Turning round, Jack steadied himself on the wall with his forearms, planting his feet as far apart as he could and bend over slightly to give Javier access to his ass. He could feel a hand on his bare hip and the tip of Javier’s cock lining up with his entrance before, slowly, Javier began to enter Jack. 

Jack let his head drop down as he bit back a moan as Javier’s thick length steady began to fill him. Inch by inch, Javier sank into Jack's hot waiting hole, both hands now gripping Jack's hips as his cock disappeared into Jack's body. Then, once he was buried to the hilt, Javier paused. Jack could hear him muttering and breathing heavily behind him as Jack adjusted to the size.

"You good?" Javier eventually whispered, one hand idly stroking Jack's exposed skin.

"I'm good." Jack hissed back, his arousal fogging his head. "Gimme all you got."

Jack heard a soft chuckled before Javier began to move. Pulling almost completely out slowly, before suddenly slamming back into Jack's waiting ass. Jack bit back a yelp as Javier began to set a rough, unrelenting pace. Each thrust pounding into Jack, rocking him forward until his cheek was barely touching the cold stone of the building. Javier's hips snapped against him as the obscene sound of flesh against flesh filled the night air. 

But it still wasn't enough. Jack was sure at this pace Javier wasn't going to last long, and given their extremely public locale that might be for the best. But Jack needed more. Arching his back, Jack tilted his hips slightly and sure enough the next time Javier plunged into him a jolt of electricity coursed through Jack. That's what he needed.

Javier seemed to quickly pick up on what Jack wanted, grabbing his hip with one hand and his hair with another to keep Jack in the right position. Then, like a jackhammer, Javier began to brutally fuck Jack. 

Jack's skin prickled with heat as the tension building in him threatened to explode. All he could do was get out shaking moans, and Javier huffed and panted behind him. The pace was becoming more erratic now, with each strike of Javier's hips against his ass, Jack could feel the other man's grip on his control slipping. The hands holding him dug their fingers in deep as Javier's tempo faltered. 

Between his legs, Jack's cock swung with every thrust, adding to the tantalizing anticipation as he got closer and closer to the edge. Then with a grunt and a hard snap of his hips forward, Jack felt Javier come. For a few seconds, he stilled, as Jack felt the cock inside him twitching through its release. Then, without warning, Javier began to pounding into Jack again.

The hand on his hip moved, reaching under to gently pump Jack's cock in time with Javier's thrusts. That was enough.

Like falling off a cliff, Jack came, spilling himself onto the dirt as his trembled in Javier's grip. Shockwaves of ecstasy rocked him as Javier continued to roll his hips, hitting that sweet spot, making Jack's knees buckle.

Jack would have been content to rest there against the wall of the bar, Javier's cock still buried in him, as he allowed the high of his orgasm to ebb away for a little longer. But just as his head began to clear of static, he felt Javier tense behind him, then quickly pull his softening length from Jack's now gaping hole.

"Fuck." Javier hissed. "Someone's coming."

"Dammit." Jack muttered, his words slurring together as he fought to pull his jeans up. 

Voices drifted through the cold night air and Jack watched warily as two men stumbled their way towards a truck, laughing heartily as a third more sober looking friend brought up the rear. Turning back to Javier, who was in the process of disposing of the condom, Jack smirked.

"We're good. You wanna head back inside, or are you up for a second round somewhere a little more private?"

"Fuck." Javier chuckled, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and after offering them to Jack, brought one to his lips and lit it. "Tempting. Very tempting, actually. But we have work to do."

"Ah, that dumb fuck'll still be asleep for a few hours yet." Jack waved a hand, but following as Javier started to make his way back round to the front door of the bar. "How about we wait till this place clears out some, then have round two in the men's room?"

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Javier stopped at the door, looking around thoughtfully. There were only a handful of patrons still in the bar now. As predicted, their mark was still sound asleep where they had left him. The fight was over, with the two young men now redressed and counting their winnings at a table in the corner. Leaning against the doorway, Javier turned back to Jack with a smirk.

"You wanna fuck me this time?"

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#agent whiskey #jack 'whiskey' daniels #javier peña #kingsman #kingsman: the golden circle #narcos #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[boozenboze]

2. Hound Dog

Tf!141 x Roberta!Male reader

Summary: Don’t mess with the people he holds to dear. He will get blood on his hands for them.

Women/Female Aligned DNI

While going through the endless amounts of older articles and private information. Price hadn't found much significance in the writings, though there were a few things he took to mind. Some of the poorly taken photos were clear to be of M/n. However, there was something weird under the information. He used to be under an elite squad way before he joined the 141. The call sign he has now Teleiotís, wasn't even his original call sign. Having gone under the codename Hound. "The hell were you up to lad..?" Price murmured, eyes focusing on the name. It was another word for a dog, a wild beast. M/n wasn't like that, he'd always been the perfect soldier. Even if he did act robotic sometimes. Despite the decent amount of info that was given, there wasn't enough to piece many things together. Why was he so durable, strong at that. He'd met many other soldiers in his time, yet there was nobody like this. Nobody like him.

Going a bit further, he found a folder in the corner of the screen, the slightly hidden folder having caught his full attention. He clicked on it, watching the screen flash black, extracting a look of wary from his face. 0...13..26...45...60..76...89...95...100..loading.

A knock on his door swept his attention away from the screen, Price now looking towards the door.

"Time to start headin' out," Laswell called out, leaving Price to sigh in response. He still had shit he needed to do, that would have to wait. They still had a job to do. In the moments that Price put his hat on his head, and headed out the door, a description was shown of a man. In bold italic letters in red, showed something that could change a lot. The Blood-Hound of The Inner Circle.

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Everything went to shit, leaving Soap beat up on the ground with Gaz tied up to Price, arms to their backs. They don't know what they'd done with Ghost, but he's a tough one so they try not to worry much about it. After almost acquiring what they needed, the whole operation having gone too smoothly for their liking ended with them being led into a trap. M/n was nowhere to be found, hell he hadn't even come on this run with them. If anything he should still be at the base, doing whatever work he does when they do go on a mission without him. "Watcher-1, do you copy?" Price grumbled, voice sounding hoarse and dry. He struggled against the rope, wrists having rug burn on them causing a stinging sensation. "Shit.., Soap...lad you alive?" Soap opened his eyes, having had them closed moments ago. He looked roughed up, having run his mouth more than needed towards the enemy. Left him with a bruised cheek and busted lip.

"Never been better sir.." Soap groaned, feeling the pain in his back as he sat up groggily. He pushed himself up against the wall, working his wrists only to feel that he was tied too. "Got this shit bloody fucking tight- ugh." Soap struggled against his restraints to no avail, his wrists beginning to sting due to his struggle. He leaned his head against the wall, sighing out of frustration. As far as they could tell, they were unable to hear anything going on outside the room, and the only thing there for potential escape was a ventilation system high up on the ceiling. They were stuck, no doubt, with no possible way of escape. A few moments passed, Soap lolling his head to the right, hearing the door to the room they were being held in being unlocked. Adrenaline rushed through their bodies, an unspoken sentence going through their heads as their eyes set heavy on the door. Be ready

The door creaked open, Gaz shifting in his seated position, fully being on edge. With the door fully opened, they found themselves staring into nothing. The hallway was completely dark, the lights occasionally flickering. "The hell..?" Price murmured, squinting at the dark abyss of the hall, attempting to land his gaze on something, anything. Then he saw it, the familiar sight of the red substance he and the rest of his fellow soldiers often got on their hands. It looked fresh, and as the lights flickered again he could see the extent of it all. An audible gulp was heard from Soap, which was understandable. They weren't able to hear or see...whatever the hell happened, but there was no mistaking the sight of Ghost walking past, the large man stopping when he found his team. "Bloody hell..." Ghost said under his breath, rushing to untie Gaz and Price from one another. "Well look at that, L.T. here saving the day." Soap cheered cheekily, though the look Ghost gave him shut him up. He let the man untie him, nodding his head at him once finished. The 3 took the chance to stretch, needing to be ready to move again. "Mind telling us what going on?" Gaz questioned, referring to the flickering lights and blood-splattered walls. "Dunno wasn't me though." Ghost replied gruffly, his gaze coming in contact with the others who held a look of confusion and a sense of uneasiness. If Ghost hadn't done this, that'd only mean one thing. Someone else was here

"Where were you-, what'd happened when they took you," Soap asked, shifting his weight to his right leg. Silence filled the room, Ghost just staring at each of them.

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Thwack

Thwack

Thwack

Blood was spat out of Ghost's mouth, and his mask had been ripped off his face, leaving him with his balaclava. He was being interrogated, his silence having ticked off the enemy soldiers badly. "Hell's it gon take to make ya talk eh?" The soldier said, the annoyance prominent in their tone. Ghost's head was to the side, his gaze to the ground.

"Oi...speak damnit!" A loud thud was heard, the butt of a gun making contact with Ghost's skull. The soldier went in for another hit only to be stopped by the other soldier in the room with a hand to the shoulder. They scoffed, backing away and letting the other soldier have his turn. They turned on their heel, walking out of the room, leaving Ghost alone with the other soldier. The man stood there for a moment, looking down at Ghost who was also looking at him. A look of distaste clear in his gaze, moments going by with just this. "You're gonna have to talk," He stated shortly, the soldier, pulling a chair to now sit across from Ghost. He sat, lounging in the wooden chair casually, potentially trying to appear laid back. An often yet effective tactic. "And hell if I don't?" Ghost said back, hardened stare not leaving the soldier who visibly became uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Well, ya teammates seemed pretty worried bout ya earlier." The soldier said, staring back at Ghost with his newfound found hand. The fucker was holding the lives of his team over his head, and quite frankly. That's not something he'd want to happen.

He glared, the smirk appearing on the other man's face pissing him off with each second it remained. "Lay a damn hand on any of em and I swear I'll-" Ghost was cut off by the sound of a blood-curdling scream, followed by the sound of glass shattering. The enemy soldier stood up, pulling his gun up steadily. The screams faded out, a cracking sound echoing through the now silent hall. The soldier stopped in place, the sound of footsteps being heard making their way down the hall. With a shaky hand, he grabbed the doorknob, slowly opening the door and peeking out of it.

His breath hitched, at the sight of the soldier who was originally inside the room with his neck twisted where the back of his head should be. His mouth was ajar, blood spilling from his mouth, worse part about it being that he was still alive. He wasn't getting enough air, choking on his own blood while using whatever air he had left in his lungs to breathe. Or at least try...

The soldier backed away, the door creaking open on its own, enough for Ghost to see as well. He tensed, gazing hard at the now dying soldier. Not even a second later, a gun went flying towards the soldier in the room with him. The man got thrown back, the gun sending him flying into the wall, the head of the gun piercing the man through the mouth and out his skull. His body now hung from the wall, completely motionless.

The remaining man, Ghost stared at the whole scene. He couldn't move, gaze shifting to the doorway again to see someone standing there. He was locked in, being able to hear his own thoughts yet couldn't move a muscle even if he tried. His pupils dilated as the figure approached him slowly and tentatively. Upon closer look, he had a black surgical mask on his face, with a familiar uniform on his body. Was he worried about that at the moment though? Not at all.

Ghost's eyes lost their sight on him once they went behind him, feeling the enigma untie his hands. He still hadn't moved, yet a look of confusion was now held in his eyes. His breath hitched when he felt something land in his lap, relaxing when he saw his mask. He looked back up, about to say something only for the man to be gone.

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The three stared at Ghost, looks of equal confusion and intensity in their eyes.

"Let's move, can't risk gettin' caught up with whatever the hell's going on." Price said, quickly moving to lead the others out. They had to be quick, or else there'd be a possibility that they'd end up having the same fate as those other poor sods.

As they moved through the large building, swiping whatever guns or knives the fallen soldiers had on them. Gaz had to cover his nose at one point, the metallic smell of blood making him feel sick.

"Where we even goin'..., place s' like a labyrinth," Gaz murmured, staying close on Price's 6 while Soap stayed a bit further back with Ghost's imposing figure.

"Should be an exit somewhere-." Price held his hand up, the others stopping in suit. There were two people at the end of the hall, both throwing punch after punch at the other. With a quick and swift movement, the soldier who was clear to be the enemy lifted the other up, slamming him onto a table that was for some reason at the end of the hall.

"You really thought I couldn't recognize you...," An unfamiliar voice spoke, possibly the enemy soldier. The sound of a gun clock echoed through the quiet hall, the 141 members hiding around the corner, silently watching the whole spectacle. "I know how you fight, hell we were from the same regiment.

"Hmm, well I do recognize you..." The other voice spoke, Soap's ears perking up at the sound of it. If he wasn't dreaming, it was who he thought it was, despite his tone being so... different. A scoff of amusement was heard from the same man.

"Why don't you just shoot me eh? I see that look in yer eyes." The enemy spoke, glaring down at the other man. "You were an asset to our plans, yet you up and left us like an old toy. Boss wasn't very happy bout that..." Silence came back into the room, Gaz looking back at Soap who had a look of familiarity in his eyes. "What?" Gaz whispered, staying as quiet as possible. Soap held a hand up, a silent motion to tell Gaz to be quiet.

"Come back with us Hound, stop pretending to be some weak-ass hero. Come be the man you were before." The man pushed, smirk clear in his voice. The four men's eyes widened, their teammate? No, it couldn't be...how... "Markov would love to see this pretty face again y'know."

A low chuckle left the other man.

"Well...I am tired of it all, but once I'm done here, my job will be done," The voice spoke back, undoubtedly belonging to their teammate. The enemy backed away, gun still in his hands as he watched Hound intently. With the way his gaze lay on the man, it was clear there was something else he wanted. Hound, being the quick-minded man he was, sighed as he sat up a bit more on the table.

"Still being cautious, understandable." The sound of a belt unbuckling made Price quickly move slightly from around the corner, ready to shoot the man. Without missing a beat, the lock on Hound's belt opened, revealing something other than a belt. The sound of shots firing made Price back, the enemy yelled out in pain, falling to his knees.

"You fucking!- AGH." The man was cut off when he was suddenly lifted off the ground, Hound landing a heavy blow across the soldier's face. "You think I'd lower myself down to your level again? Pig," Hound spoke, glaring down at the soldier who looked shocked. Another punch to the face, then the stomach. The enemy spat out blood, knees buckling yet Hound's hold on his shirt unwavered. Another punch was heard, only this time a loud crack was heard. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost listened intently, an uncomfortable feeling in the pits of their stomachs to the sound of bones breaking. "I'd never go back, not when I have them," Hound spoke, voice void of any emotion towards the beaten and wounded soldier "They're my family and my loyalty...my protection...my love is for them. I'd be damned if I let them go, or have you try and take me back to that shit hole."

It was like a pang to the heart, despite how sinister his tone was coming off. It was refreshing, he really did care for them despite how he behaved. Though, they couldn't ignore the fact that...he'd been associated with Markov. (A/n: I tagged those who asked to be tagged or be made aware of when this came out in the comments of pt.1) @byakuren100 @d0wnwthecl0wn @thefanpov @sochigonzo

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[southernbluebellereader]

Simon Riley x AFAB! Country Reader ft. A Little Cow

@crimsonbubble this was the best idea we came up with lol

Warnings: Hella fluff

Listen to me, y’all. Sometimes you just need a little cow napping on your lap.

Say Simon’s paying you a visit to your family farm, just to get away from everything, to get some new scenery, and to spend some time with you. Now, that man don’t know nothing about no farming - absolutely nothing. So he just following you around, helping you out when you’re checking on your little herd of dairy cows.

You never thought you’d see Simon with bright red, burned cheeks, and a farmer’s tan, and the two of you made a silent promise that you weren’t gonna tell anyone, especially Johnny about it. But you did have photographic proof.

After a hot and humid day of herding cows, the two of you decided to take a quick rest under one of the big oak trees.

“You doing ok over there, Simon?”

Simon stood off to the distance, hands on his hips, and watched as some of the cows tended to their calves, calves playing with each other, and other cows resting in the shades. He then turned his head towards you, smiling as you laid a blanket on the ground for the two or you to lay on and then walked towards you. If he’d worn the cowboy hat you offered him, maybe his face wouldn’t had burned. He felt his cheeks begin to sting.

He sat on the blanket with his back resting on the tree trunk, not saying anything. You smiled at him, then laid up next to him with his arms around you, just watching the cows. The cool breeze and distant mooing put the both of you to sleep.

After a little while, Simon finally woke up. His side where you'd laid next to him felt cool, but his lap felt warm and heavy. Nearly kicking his knees up to knock over whatever was laying on his lap, he sighed in relief when he saw your favorite cow resting her head on his lap.

"Fucking hell..." he whispered under his breath as he rubbed his eyes, then looking around for you - you were nowhere in sight. He figured you'd wandered off to a calf calling your name, but Simon's leg started to feel numb.

Daisy, you'd called her. Because for the longest time she'd only eat the grass where the daisies grew you told Simon. Simon wasn't a fan of farm animals for a long time. Sure, he was a butcher for a short while, but it was work. But visiting you in your natural habitat made him appreciate the slow and calm things in life - like cows. He gently petted the top of Daisy's head, watching how nearly her whole body seemed to move every time she breathe and how her tail automatically seemed to swat away every fly coming in within their vicinity. It was a mutual agreement between Simon and Daisy.

Simon petted her and Daisy kept the flies away, even in sleep. He even started talking to her.

"...So you're the favorite? I can see why."

Simon chuckled at the huff that Daisy let out. She may be half asleep, but she knows when you're being talked about.

"She misses you a lot - Can't shut up about you. She told me you had some kids before I got here."

You were walking back from helping a little calf get out of the fence and stopped in your tracks, a fat smile grew on your face. You couldn't believe it: Simon talking to a cow that's laying in his lap. And not just any cow - Daisy.

Oh and how you tried so hard to stay quiet as you pulled your phone out and took a few pictures. And you caught the exact moment Simon caught you and yelled "Oi! What do you think you're doing??"

Daisy groaned at Simon's yelling, who then cursed and apologized as you bust out laughing, holding your stomach as you tried to keep yourself from falling over as you made yourself over to Simon and Daisy.

"Simon what happened?" You managed to giggle out.

Simon's face was even more red, stumbling over his words.

"Y-You left me here! I woke up and you were gone and Daisy plopped her head on my leg and now I can't feel it."

As you calmed down your laughing, you nudged Daisy to get up so Simon could stand up and shake his leg alive. You kissed her head and before you sent her on her way, Daisy walked passed Simon and smacked her tail on his behind. Simon ain't never turned around so fast and looked at you, "Get your heifer, Y/N."

Chuckling still, you walk over to Simon and wrap your arms around his waist, "She ain't a heifer anymore, Simon, he had a calf. And that was her telling you to quit your attitude."

Simon shook his head and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, "Yeah yeah you like my attitude - both of you."

The both of you looked over at Daisy as she tended to her little calf who was jumping around her.

"You're not inviting her to our wedding are you?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna have a cow stroll up to the courthouse. C'mon now. She might be at the reception though."

Simon sighed, but couldn't help but smile, "Whatever you say, Mrs. Riley." Then he kissed the top of her head.

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[analogwriting]

It Comes In Waves

Chapter 15: Neap Tide

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 2k first|next

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The next few days went by rather smoothly. Everyone boarded Bartolomeo's ship. You were entertained by all the captains trying to ally with Luffy and become members of some grand fleet for him. He wasn’t interested but they were insistent. The whole scene was hilarious. You teased him about it later, causing him to pout and whine more than once.

Though, being around the fan club crew was a lot for you. They were loud and obnoxious. You didn’t hate them per se, but with what happened the past few days, you were overwhelmed and exhausted. You tended to stay on the parts of the ship that held the least amount of people - mostly just to find yourself some solitude so you could properly rest up and heal. You still hadn’t exactly given yourself time to do that since Punk Hazard. You had been pushing yourself as well.

Luffy would try to escape from Barolomeo’s constant attention. He’d come find you and hang out with you for a little bit, but the green haired man always found him. He almost never had a moment of peace. It was entertaining to watch. Someone matching Luffy’s own hyper personality was truly a feat to behold. Luckily, Luffy would be able to see when it became too much for you and head off, going to find Zoro to bother instead.

Someone who also always found you was Law. Bartolomeo seemed to not like him very much, so he stuck with you. He also became easily annoyed by the loud and boisterous crew. You didn’t mind his presence. You both could sit in a comfortable silence. Neither of you really spoke of the past again, plenty of things having been said on Dressrosa. Now, you just enjoyed the company of the other. 

Though, something did seem slightly off with Law since Dressrosa. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Something was weighing heavily on his mind and every time you tried to bring it up, he changed the subject or excused himself. It was absolutely frustrating and you eventually gave up on it. He wasn’t one to talk about his feelings or things that were bothering him, but you figured he’d eventually come to you if he wanted to say something.

You doubted he’d ever do that, unfortunately.

A few days later, you were on the deck for once. You needed some fresh air. Everything was nice and calm - as calm as it could be on a ship with a fan club. The air was warm - the breeze was light and cool. It made you think of your more serene days on your home island. Simpler and happier times.

“What is that?!” You hear Luffy shout from the figurehead. You look up, seeing something in the distance. You squinted, looking at it. Then your eyes widened. “Is that a fucking elephant?” you said in disbelief. Law, seemingly coming out of nowhere, spoke from next to you. “That is a fucking elephant.” He seemed almost amused. At your reaction or the elephant, you weren’t sure. You were too in awe at the huge fucking mammal that was in the distance.

The remaining Straw Hats, Law, and you all gather to come up with the plan. “So, how the fuck are we supposed to get up the elephant?” Your head was still reeling from the fact that Zou was an elephant. That this mammal was your destination - an island. A traveling one. The whole thing was asinine, but also intriguing. 

You were all at the bottom of the elephant's legs now, next to the Thousand Sunny. Kanjuro ended up drawing a dragon? At least that’s what you think it was. A very, very crudely drawn dragon. Turns out he could turn that drawing to life for a bit. The plan was to have it carry you all the way to the top. You almost didn’t want to do it. Didn’t want to put it through the pain of carrying so many people.

You didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, however. You could call upon the ocean to make a giant funnel and shoot you all up, but that was more for emergencies and she didn’t exactly like devil fruit users, so this was the best bet. 

It was…truly a task. It took damn near all day just to reach the top and you even ended up losing Kanjuro and Kin’emon. It was a shitshow - to put it simply. Once at the time, you immediately noticed something was off. Everything seemed…destroyed? It was more like the ruins of an island than an active island. “Are we sure this is the right place?” you muttered, more or less, to yourself. 

Law, once again, appeared next to you. “This is the place. I’m sure of it.” You clicked your tongue, nodding. “Okay…”

Then you hear Luffy yell something and absolutely bolted. Your eyes widened. “Luffy!” You darted off after him. You heard the others call your name and claim you shouldn’t bother, but honestly, you felt the same thrill that Luffy did right now. It had been a while since you had been able to go for a nice run and might as well be after Luffy. Since you were finally recovered for the most part, keeping up with him was easy. 

“Luffy! Slow down! We should wait for the others!” As carefree as you were feeling right now, the unease of someone watching was creeping in. “We should be careful!”

Just as you said that, a couple of animals seemed to come out of the treelines and went for Luffy. You leaped into action, running at one of them at full speed and kicking him away from the other. He could handle one while you handled the other - easy. 

The gorilla locked in on you now, not having noticed you before. After all, Luffy was a lot louder than you had been. You pulled a staff from your necklace. Something was telling you to not injure them if you could. That this was a misunderstanding. You braced yourself for impact as the gorilla charged you - Luffy dealing with the ox? You weren’t sure what they were as you were currently distracted with your own fight. 

Suddenly, you heard yelling - shouting it was a misunderstanding and that you were friends of theirs. Your name was called, but it wasn’t Luffy. You looked over, seeing a very familiar trio. One that you hadn’t seen in a long time and you felt excitement to see them again. Only, it didn’t last long as the gorilla came at you again. You countered his attack with your staff, mostly swatting away his hands as he tried to grab at you. 

Then, you heard new voices and bananas? Either way, the gorilla was now distracted, leaving you alone as he had a delicious treat. You were panting heavily, looking back. You noticed two more minks come from the treeline. A bunny and a dog? “Y/N!” You turned around just in time to be tackled by the trio. You yelped in surprise, but couldn’t help but smile. “It’s good to see you guys too.”

Shachi gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.” Penguin put a hand to your forehead. “Are you okay, y/n? You’re usually much more grumpy.” You blinked, looking at the both of them and you felt your face warm up. “Well, I usually happen to see you guys after I’m badly injured, so that’s probably why.” Your mind drifted back to what Sabo had said. Were you really that different? You didn’t notice…

“That’s true! This is the best shape we’ve seen you in!” Bepo chimed. You snorted, shaking your head. “Oh,” Shachi began. “We saw the alliance and if Strawhat is here does that mean the captain is too?” 

“Yeah, Traffy is with us,” Luffy piped up from where he was sitting.

“Traffy? Who is that? Our captain is Trafalgar Law!” You laughed at their inability to read context clues. “Traffy is Law. Yes, he’s here with us,” you confirmed, clearing the confusion.

“Youtia should come with us so we can take you to your friends!” You blinked as the rabbit suddenly spoke. Bepo spoke up. “Will you tell the captain that we’re here? I can’t leave the forest.”

You looked to Luffy. “You go ahead, I’m going to stay back with them.” Bepo was still stuck to you like glue. It seemed he really missed you. You weren’t going to lie - you missed them too. You had some catching up to do. 

Luffy looked at you then to the three around you before he nodded. “Okay! I’ll see you later!” Then he left with the minks. You turned your attention to the trio with you as they all began to talk animatedly at you at the same time. “Alright, alright. One at a time.”

At that moment, the rest of the crew came out of the treeline and you blinked. “Well, I be damned. I didn’t even notice y’all in the trees.” There had also been quite a bit of commotion anyway. You delved into conversation with the pirates, catching them up on the events of Dressrosa. They had read what the papers said but that was about it. The papers left out quite a bit, after all.

Once you caught them up, you excused yourself. You needed a moment to breathe. All the excitement had given you a headache and you needed a small walk. Bepo instructed you not to go too far in fear of another mix up. You promised you’d stay close.

You reached a clearing and sat down on a log with a small sigh. Phew, it was a lot. Crack. Knife in hand, readied yourself in a fighting stance. “Stand down, it’s just me.” You blinked as Law came into view. “You really shouldn’t sneak up on me like that. I tend to throw first - ask questions later.”

He smirked at you, looking you up and down. “As if you could hit me.” You stepped closer to him, sizing him up. You were only mere inches from one another. “Is that a challenge, Trafalgar Law?” you mused, mirroring his smirk. He shrugged, his smug grin not going away.

“CAPTAIN!” “BOSS!” You both jumped away from each other, looking to where the crew was running out of the trees and hugging their captain. You snorted, watching the scene unfold before you as they all dogpiled him. You watched with a fondness in your eyes and a warmness in your heart. 

Maybe Sabo was right. You were changing. You used to hate being around people for any amount of time. Hated being touched. Now, you were finding yourself enjoying it. The small hand holds when Nami or Usopp told you gossip, Luffy’s bear hugs when he saw you or was feeling particularly clingy, Chopper curling up in your lap when he’s tired, all kinds of little touches and gestures you once hated, you were growing to love. They made you feel grounded, reminding you that you were here. You were alive. You had such survivor’s guilt for so long and you were finally moving past that. You knew your father would’ve wanted you to live life to its fullest.

You also thought about Sabo mentioning it being because of someone. You weren’t exactly sure on that one. Maybe it was just a collective. The love and affection from everyone was morphing you into being a less grumpy version of yourself. Your thoughts started drifting to a certain doctor when your thoughts were interrupted.

“Come on, y/n! Get in here!” You blinked as Penguin pulled you into the giant dogpile. You yelped, soon finding yourself laughing as everyone hugged and loved on each other. It was different, but it felt nice.

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[look-at-the-soul]

All we’d ever need (Part 13)

Tommy Shelby x reader

The big day is getting closer! This is not how I originally planned this part to go, but I liked how it turned out, I hope you enjoy it too!

There are still a couple of parts left, so go get your fancy hats and dresses because we have Derby day coming soon!

✨One more time, I want to say thank you to @lyarr24 for this incredible idea, I’ve been so happy to write.

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“Do you think Tommy got Michael out of prison?” Ada asked looking over the window, waiting for Polly to arrive, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“He told me he would, as well as Arthur.” Y/N’s eyes were lost on the phone, hoping that any moment Tommy would call. “It must’ve been so hard for my godmother to see her son being taken away by the coopers again.”

As Karl started crying over something, Ada left the room to check on her son.

Pacing around, Y/N asked Gloria to help her take a bath, it was a cold night, so she waited as the maid placed the bathtub in front of the fire.

“Mr. Shelby is a generous man, he’s going to be a great father.” She praised.

Y/N nodded with a smile, impatient to finally have her baby in her arms.

“My husband said nothing but good things over the letters about him, he saved his life once.”

“He wants his family to have everything he didn’t have.” Y/N hummed while caressing her bump.

Walking into the room again, Gloria spoke: “Mr. Shelby asked me to take care of you and your baby Mrs. Shelby, can I get you something to eat?”

“Oh, no… we’re not married.”

“I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to bother yo-”

As Gloria poured the water in the tub, the front door spun open loudly, hitting the opposite wall. Seconds later, Polly walked in looking in a terrible state.

“Mrs. Gray.” Gloria took her coat and hat.

Y/N could feel her heart in her throat. Walking over to Polly she saw some emptiness in her eyes, they were dark and sad. “Godmother, what happened?” Her eyes seemed lost, her makeup was messy, the lipstick rubbed on her face.

Polly scoffed… And when she looked at her goddaughter, she didn’t try to hide the anger that was building inside of her soul.

“Your man happened.” Polly asked her maid to bring her a drink.

“I was so worried about you.”

Lighting a cigarette, she pointed at Y/N. “He’s a filthy liar, he swore nothing bad would happen to us and he got Michael to-”

“Tommy will get everyone out of prison.”

“How?!” She exploded. “Explain me fucking how?! It’s because of him all of this is happening. And he’s going to make it worse.”

“Tommy is trying to help.”

“Of course he will, that’s his priority! Yeah very fucking helpful.”

Shocked by her words, Y/N helped her undress to get in the bathtub, Tommy would never do something to hurt them.

“I’ll go with you tomorrow to see Michael and then Arthur…”

“I went to talk to Campbell.” Polly whispered, her eyes lost in the fire. “He had the order to release him righ-” But she couldn’t finish as words got stuck. “I… had to... I couldn’t… he, God his dirty hands.” She rubbed her body hard.

Y/N looked at her trying not to throw up. “Polly no…” her eyes filled with tears, at the thought.

Ada walked in again announcing Karl had finally settled, Y/N gave Polly one more look before leaving them, as she was about to walk to her room, there was a knock on the door. Gloria was in front of her in seconds with a gun ready.

“Open up! It’s me.” Tommy called from outside, the maid and Y/N let out a loud sigh of relief and opened immediately. His arms were around Y/N’s body. “Are you alright?” He found peace when she nodded.

“Tommy.” Taking a deep breath, she looked at him.

“Thank you, Gloria… for taking care of them.”

“You’re welcome Mr. Shelby, are you staying over?”

Tommy shook his head and looked at his sister as Ada walked towards them, the maid excused herself.

“Can I use your house for a couple of days?” He waited for Ada to nod. “Love do you feel well enough to come with me?” Y/N nodded against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, feeling secure in his arms.

Feeling the baby move inside, Y/N’s hand caressed her bump, fighting back the emotions of the day.

“Do you want me to stop the car, love?” Switching his eyes from her to the road. “The baby’s fine?”

“We’re fine. But you’re not.”

Tommy’s knuckles grabbed the wheel with such force that it turned them white. She gave him some time to talk, but since he wasn’t speaking, she dropped the bomb.

“Fine… then I’m not telling you what I found out from Sabini’s mistress.” Turning around, Y/N was determined to ignore him, but by the look in his eyes, she knew he wasn’t in the mood to guess. “Sabini laughed of someone called like salmon… you’ve talked about him too.”

Making their way inside of Ada’s house, Tommy motioned for her to take a seat.

“Alfie Solomons.” He arranged the cushions for her and poured a glass of whiskey. “Go on.”

“She asked my mother for a necklace, it’s a scandalous piece, so tasteless and expensive… anyways she mentioned she’ll use it for the Derby and as they were chatting she slipped away that Sabini has been laughing of Mr. Solomons because he thinks he’ll go to the races. He even promised a suite. And she repeated the names he called him for being Jew.”

Tommy took a moment to process the information, he had the perfect excuse to make his next move with Alfie. Kissing her for the revelation she just shared, he was so grateful for everything.

Silence fell between them, there were so many things she wanted to ask, a lot of things worrying him. Tommy went to the drawing room to phone John.

Touched by the events of the day, Y/N opened the trunk to take out a blanket, but as the clothes laying on top of it moved to the side, the corner of an envelope caught her eye. Turning it around, it had her name in Tommy’s handwriting.

Y/N, my love… if you’re reading this it’s because my plans didn’t work out. Yes, I told you I’d be careful at the races, but you also know I’ve enemies around.

I’m sorry I couldn’t make it, I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promises, take care of my baby…

I will always love you in this and the next lives I get until I find you again.

The tears made it impossible for Y/N to keep reading. Furious, she stormed out of the bedroom.

“John, listen to me, once you activate the explosives you have less than two minutes to walk away.” He heard his brother’s answer and pinched the bridge of his nose, he was so stressed. “No, you have to go separated ways, Johnny will go back to the camp, there’ll be a van waiting for you, one with a jewelry add.”

“You talked to Alfie?” John asked, he could hear Esme speaking in gypsy in the background.

“Not yet, I couldn’t find him earlier, will try it tomorr-”

“So you really think you can give up on us that easily?!” Y/N looked at him so angry, throwing a piece of paper on his lap.

Tommy hung up the call with his brother and read the letter that had Y/N so upset. She wasn’t supposed to find that envelope yet, not until the races.

“After all the things we’ve been through?!” Her hands moved up and then landed on his chest.

Tommy tried to touch her, to hold her, but she snapped his hands away. “You’re just going to say goodbye on a letter?”

“No, no… love listen, it’s just a possibility.” His thumbs wiped away her tears. “Just in case anything happens.”

She moved away abruptly from him. “Don’t you dare, you can’t do this to us!” Her finger pointed at him accusingly.

He knew he couldn’t promise something that was out of his control. Looking at the floor, he didn’t know what to say.

“I need you to tell me the truth, what does Polly mean that things will get worse? And what explosion are you planning with John?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“I can’t get you involved in this Y/N.”

She crossed her arms against her body and pursed her lips tightly.

“Promise me you’ll take it easy and I’ll tell you.” He was so worried of her reaction, he didn’t want to kill Russell, so he explained carefully to Y/N how he was in the middle, torn because if he refused to carry on, they’d kill him anyways, he was sure that Campbell would’ve his head no matter the cost. He also shared his idea to break Campbell’s plan by just destroying Russell’s house, forcing him to get out. He was sure of his plan, but there was always a risk, something could go wrong. “The last thing you need right now it’s to add one more worry Y/N.”

“Goodness Tommy, you shouldn’t keep this from me, I’m always worried anyways.” Cupping his face in her hands, she wanted to take his worries away.

Tommy scoffed. “Do you really expect me to admit out loud I can get killed right after killing a man?” Holding her by the shoulders, he shook her body a little. “I don’t want this life for you and our baby, Y/N” kissing her lips, he promised. “This is the last killing I’ll do.”

“What about Campbell? He’ll always be chasing you. He crossed the line… with Polly, I saw it in her eyes.”

Tommy shook his head, he told Polly he would get his cousin out, but she didn’t wait. Campbell had no idea who he was dealing with.

“Stop this right now, Tommy, you don’t have to do this.” She pleaded.

Tommy pursed his lips tightly. “I can’t do that.”

“Then I don’t want to see you die or saying goodbye over a bloody letter.” Y/N walked away from him, hurt and worry in her eyes. “I don’t need this, the best for me and the baby is to go away to the chalet you bought, if you don’t come and find me after the races… then I’ll know you didn’t make it.” Y/N didn’t want to say it out loud, but it was a possibility she had to take into consideration.

Tommy’s jaw clenched, there were so many things he wanted to say, but Y/N was right.

It took him all his power to accept, and reluctantly, Tommy found himself nodding.

“I’ll get someone to drive you safely then.”

Y/N could feel her heart up in her throat, her eyes filling with tears threatening to fall down her cheeks at any second now.

“I love you, Tommy.” Y/N confessed. “More than anything and anyone, but I can’t cope with the idea of losing you.” When she looked at him, it broke her heart to see the pain in his eyes.

There was nothing he could do, really. If he didn’t carry on with the assassination, they would come after him and his family. This was something bigger than him, he soon realized the impact this would have, this wasn’t just a killing… this would start a Civil War in Ireland.

So if the Crown, Campbell or the IRA didn’t kill him, he would get hanged by the Irish government. But Y/N didn’t need to know any of that.

Fighting against the lump in his throat and chest, he took a deep breath before answering: “I love you too, Y/N.” He whispered and pulled Y/N for a kiss, tasting the tears in her lips. He then leaned down to kiss her bump.

This was the selfless act of love he could do for them.

——

Tommy felt like a lion in a fucking cage, he needed some release from all the stress and worry he was accumulating. Pulling over at Charlie’s yard, he thought of running one of the horses, but he didn’t want to hurt the poor animal with his anger, so when he found Curly using the shovel, he thought that might help him.

He dig the shovel hard, feeling some kind of relief.

Thinking how uncertain everything was, he didn’t want to die, not because of fear of dying itself, because he wanted to see his child grow, wanted to be with Y/N, he wanted to see his company succeed, watch his family reach whatever they wanted.

But also because of him, Arthur and Michael were in prison, and Polly was abused by Campbell.

He needed to stay strong, keep his mind clear, remember the drive that motivated him, he was responsible for everyone, he was always a step ahead. Now he needed to be more cautious and trust his plans.

——

“Tommy do you need anything else?” Ada’s roommate looked around the room, pleased to help.

“No James, you’ve been very helpful.”

“Are you sure that-”

Running a cigarette between his lips, Tommy gave him a warning look. James shuddered and got his coat and briefcase.

Lighting the fire in the drawing room, he looked at his watch, it was exactly eight o’clock and he got so annoyed when someone disrespected his time. But it was Grace after all, he shouldn’t be surprised by now.

Tommy didn’t hurry up when he heard the doorbell ring, no instead he stared at the fire in front of him, then slowly he got up from the couch and made his way to the door.

Finally, looking at her after two years he realized that she didn’t change a bit.

“Can I come in?” Grace asked.

Moving away from the door, to make room for her, Tommy looked outside the street.

“You won’t help me with my coat?” She asked taken aback by his lack of manners.

“If you put it yourself, I’m sure you don’t need help with it.” He didn’t wait for her to go in first, his coldness didn’t go unnoticed by Grace.

After pushing Grace buttons for less than five minutes with his arrogant attitude, treating her with contempt, cold, uninterested in anything she had to say.

She had been trying to impress him with her cheap stories of happiness and bluffing that her husband was sweet and kind and even rich. She loved to brag about that, he tried to not smirk every time she repeated it, because if she was really that happy… what was she still doing writing letters when he didn’t answer them? Why did she ask to see him?

Tommy decided it was time for the second part of the night. It was so easy to get her interest again as he promised her they would see Charlie Chaplin, he wanted to impress her and it had worked, her mood changed immediately and she even asked about the fire upstairs.

She was so easy to read. He could almost predict what she would say next.

After the introductions were made, she chatted fascinated with Mr. Chaplin for a while, never noticing that he had disappeared into the next room to use the phone.

He would have loved to see Campbell’s face when he announced that he was with Grace, he would give an absurd amount of money just to see the anger running through that man, but just thinking about it was enough.

Then, he dialed another number, to provide instructions for his return to Ada’s house with Grace.

“I had a great time, thank you for tonight.” Grace offered him a drink, she was in a different mood now. Pretending to be a great hostess.

“No, thank you.”

“A cigarette?” She offered instead. Tommy shook his head again. “What do you want Tommy?” Grace batted her eyelashes at him, pulling the top of her dress down her shoulder. “Do you have someone?” She tried to move closer. “It’s too late, Tommy.”

“It’s 11:00 Grace.”

“I mean it’s too late. If you’d come with me to New York…”

“I had things to do.” He remained firm on his feet.

“You mean the coin landed in the wrong side?” Her fingers touched his suit.

“It couldn’t have worked.”

“Tommy do you have someone?”

“I have a race horse, she’s gonna win the Derby.” As Grace leaned in, Tommy took a step back, his hands inside the pockets of his trousers. “Everything I ever dreamed… everything I ever wanted.” Running his palm over his jaw, he turned to Grace. “I even have more than I ever imagined.”

“Tommy.”

“Explain something to me, Grace… if you’re supposedly as happy as you say you’re, why did you come here for tonight? Why did you keep writing letters?”

“We’ve unfinished business.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

Tommy took a cigarette and lighted it, taking his time to answer anything.

“The moment you went to New York, Grace, in the very moment that you decided to betray me… our business was broken.”

She walked around the couch, trying to caress his face.

“I know I hurt you, but Tommy we have something, will always do… you and I, we can give this a try.”

And then she started to tell him all about the new treatment and tests they were starting for the baby they were trying to have. How ironic, going after a past lover while trying to expand the family with the husband.

“So your husband must be waiting for you.”

She looked hurt.

“Can I see you again, Grace?” He needed to leave the door open. “Are you working as an undercover?” He then asked.

Grace’s left hand came hard to hit his cheek.

“I haven’t lie to him once.” She stated so sure.

Tommy looked at her making it obvious that she was contradicting herself. “So tell him the truth.”

“That’s not what I came here for… Let’s go upstairs.”

****

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[iconocon]

fireworks | ricciardo

summary: fourth of july firework madness

warnings: american dan

type: one shot | word count: 700 | ✧ FLUFF

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as an honorary american no one was more excited than your boyfriend daniel to spend the holiday in texas with you. when he told you he was finding the first flight back from the united kingdom just so he could be with you it made you laugh because only someone like him would take a holiday like this so seriously, not even most die hard americans really celebrated the day other than to take the opportunity to get drunk or take a day off work. spotting him from a crowded texan airport was all too easy as he was already following the dress code of a big black cowboy hat and university of texas burnt orange hoodie that you can only assume he stole from your closet. from the minute he stepped foot in your eye line he couldn’t stop spewing everything he was looking forward to doing tonight out of his mouth.

“so you’re gonna cook that amazing steak the way you do, and then we are going to play with sparklers, and then i’m going to set off these fireworks” his eyes all but twinkled as he remembered the fireworks stopping in the middle of the parking lot to grab your shoulders as he looked down at you. “babe you have to see these fireworks i bought.”

“you will not set off fireworks you know the rules”

“bu-“

“no daniel me and michael agreed after last year that you cannot set them off anymore”

“you think i can’t drive with nine fingers?”

“get in the car daniel”

“even my own girlfriend doesn’t believe in me anymore first mclaren now you it’s low baby”

the drive home was just the same as he continued to be dramatic about the rule you imposed even when you both knew that you would let him do it anyway because whatever made him happy ultimately made you happy too. making a b-line to the backyard he disappeared the moment you stopped the car leaving you to bring his suitcase into the house which you would definitely make him pay for later.

stopping in the kitchen after doing a once over of the house you grab everything needed to make him his dream american bbq dinner that he had been frothing over for days now. steak, corn, ribs, every texans dream reminding you of your own childhood growing up here doing things like this with your own family.

when dinner was done and cleared and the sun finally went down you eventually allowed your big child of a boyfriend to go get whatever he was planning. “daniel joseph ricciardo”

“full government eh?”

“that thing is fucking huge.”

“you act like you’ve never seen it before baby”

the dirty joke did not go over your head as you rolled you eyes but still remained concerned at the brightly colored package in his hand labeled ‘THE RED WHITE AND BLUE DEVIL’. this was the year. this year you were gonna have to explain to zak brown why you were sending daniel to the red bull ring with only one hand and missing fingers. somehow he reassured you enough or more like maybe he distracted you with enough kisses that you let him go running into the wide-open backyard looking like a kid in the candy store. when you couldn’t see him anymore in the starry sky you listened and waited before an aussie countdown came out of nowhere.

10

9

8

“DANIEL COME ON”

“you can’t rush beauty baby”

3

2

1

next thing you knew a huge sizzle was heard from the field following a giggling ricciardo running towards you as a red spark zoomed in the sky. the pace of his body could not follow his feet as he all but tripped, slamming you both to the ground as squeals coming out of you both mixed with the sounds of explosions both of you relaxing/settling in amongst the grass as each explosion hit the skyline. feeling the gaze of those huge chocolate eyes attached to the man you were all but obsessed with you found yourself also turning your eyes to the even prettier sight of the man in front of you hoping to have moments like these forever.

“happy fourth beautiful”

“happy fourth cowboy”

⏤

happy 4th babies american or not we can all enjoy some daniel!!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #formula one x reader #f1 one shot #f1 x oc #driver x reader #f1 x you #📗 #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #ricciardo

[bi-turtle-enthusiast]

Thanks for answering my ask. Can I ask (again), if you don't mind, your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from TGCF & SVSSS? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments each from the series? Thanks if you want to answer....

ough ok this is gonna be hard bc i unironically love every character in tgcf for one reason or another.

top 3 tgcf characters:

3. Shi Qingxuan/Jun Wu I did NOT expect Jun Wu to be on this list but I started writing my fic and I kind of fell in love with his character. He's an awful person who loves causing misery but at the same time there's something so painfully human about wanting so desperately to be understood by someone, anyone. I don't condone his actions but I'm here to watch. I love Shi Qingxuan for being genderfluid, brave and kind, and just so much fun. She brings unmatched energy into every scene she's in and I just love her.

2. Hua Cheng This one should be pretty obvious considering I made him my pfp on my art blog and refuse to stfu about him but god DAMN I just can't stop thinking about him. I love everything about him. His amazing fits. His incredibly powerful imagery. The way he's just so insane. His butterflies. The color red. The gender. Everything.

1. Xie Lian He's the one I draw the most for a reason. I have a thing for characters who choose kindness whenever they can, and I love Xie Lian for being able to ultimately decide that he does in fact want to use his godly powers to protect his believers and not to dominate them. He doesn't make that decision lightly—he knows what it's like to abuse his power for the sake of vengeance and he's seen what it's like when gods abuse their power for greed—he decides that being kind and benevolent is the path he wants to take because ultimately, it's love that keeps the world intact. Xie Lian is love, and I love him.

Honorable mentions: Mu Qing, Shi Wudu, He Xuan, Yushi Huang

top 3 svsss characters (bear with me because I am not super familiar with SVSSS)

3. Shang Qinghua I want to throw him against a wall (affectionate). I hate him. I love him but on a deeper level I hate him but on an even deeper level I love him. Just,, such a little shit

2. Zhuzi Lang He's a pathetic little meow meow with a fucked up sense of morality and objectively too many snakes. Someone get this guy a therapist and maybe a snack

1. Liu Qingge He's a hater through and through. I, too, find Bingqiu irritating. His "no Luo Binghes allowed" rule is perfection imo. And the way Shen Qingqiu can just call out his name and Liu Qingge will come out of literally nowhere with a flying kick?? Love that.

I honestly can't rank my top 3 moments from SVSSS because I don't remember it that well. Here are mine from TGCF though!

3. Jealous Xie Lian during the Blackwater arc Hua Cheng is like "my beloved is a noble, gracious special someone" and Xie Lian is like "ugh i hope they fucking die I MEAN I HOPE YOU THEY MAKE YOU SMILE." We don't really see jealous Xie Lian that often and it was really funny to see just how petty he got. He's usually really calm and collected and neutral about things but he was so intense here. Possibly because he was a bit hangry.

2. The Hualian confession Everything about it is just. hrmnksgnsf. I love it. I love the way they're kinda awkward after it but then they clear the air a bit and continue onwards while holding hands. I love the way Xie Lian confesses with a hug.

1. The bamboo hat/Xie Lian telling Bai Wuxiang to fuck off The moment where Xie Lian's faith in humanity is restored. And then Bai Wuxiang appears and tries to be all evil and Xie Lian just goes "fuck off you ugly mf you're blocking my sun" to the guy who's been haunting him nonstop for months on end. And Bai Wuxiang is so stunned that he gets a little desperate—so desperate that he starts a fight just so he can have an excuse to be "defeated" by Jun Wu. Man, I love that scene.

#tgcf #asks

[spacerockwriting]

The Gallavich Disney Saga

Not done, but here are some Disney World bits from part 3 of my fic Soft Bitch. Thank you to all my lovelies who helped with the ideas. Almost every bit was used, or will be used. :)

Some notes: Franny goes by Finn. Idk what the fuck happened to Lip and Tami's other kid. Carl is chaos.

--

It takes a quick minute, but with Finn’s hair tied back into the usual ponytail, she beams, putting on a matching Hawaiian shirt, just like Mickey’s.

Ian comes out of the shower, q-tip in his ear. “God, there’s two of them.” He’s joking, but it still makes him laugh. Finn had insisted on wearing a matching one with Mickey, and Ian swears if she were to ever dye her hair black, she’d be a mini-Mick. Not so much in looks, but in personality.

“We’re here to wreck things up,” Finn says, grinning. She knows not to swear around the twins, especially with Ally being pretty repetitive. Around Ian and Mickey, she’s allowed, but not as much as they do.

--

Carl comes back from the bathrooms, staring straight at Finn and Mickey. “Shit,” he says, turning to Ian. “Aren’t gays supposed to be good at fashion and shit?”

Lip snorts, hiding his smirk.

“That’s a stereotype, Asshole,” Mickey snips. “Like cops supposedly being smart.”

--

“My waffles,” Finn says, rather dramatically. “You’re freaking them out by being gross.”

--

“Good job, Kid.”  He plops the hat on Ally’s head. He looks down at Monnie and over at Ian. “If I’m getting a hat, so are you.”

“We should get matching ones,” Ian tells Mickey.

Mickey snorts. “That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“C’mon, Mick.”

“None of that girly shit.”

“Okay.”

“I pick ‘em out.”

“Okay,” Ian agrees.

...

“So now I’ve got two of these hats,” Mickey says, scowling. “And a dumbass husband.”

“Look at the festive family!” Tami says, finding Ian and Mickey in the shop. “You’ve got matching ones? I’m trying to get Lip to just get one.”

“So you’re that couple now,” Lip deadpans.

“I like my husband.”

“I think they were always that couple,” Liam adds.

--

“Hey Little Man, you look cool.” He holds his fist out to Ally who just blinks in confusion. “Think I’m going to get Toy Story so I can tell people I got a woody and that there’s a snake in my boot.”

Liam puts that hat back. “That’s one childhood movie that has now been ruined. “

--

“Can we get Uncle Lip a princess hat?” Finn smirks.

“Hell yeah we can.” Tami smirks.

“Uncle Lip’s my favorite princess,” Finn says, grinning at Mickey.

--

Out of what felt like nowhere, Carl emerges with Liam. Liam shakes his head. “I think driving with Carl is a deathwish.”

“Shit,” Mickeys says, adjusting his hat. “I think Finn’s got a knack for runaway cars.”

Lip gets out of line and shakes his head. “Drive with Fred. Won’t go above what, two miles?”

“Okay,” Ian says. He’s smirking. “C’mon, Lip,” Ian says, dragging his brother’s hand. “We’re going to go on the teacups until we puke.”

“Ian, are you fucking serious?”

“You promised.”

“I—“ Lip then starts laughing. “That fucking promise I made when I was what, seven? Eight?”

“So you do remember.”

--

Ian does not throw up, but Lip almost does. Laughing, Ian gives his brother a light nudge. “Worth it.”

Lip’s eyes soften just a bit. “Okay, yeah. It wasn’t as shit as I thought.” But in reality, seeing his little brother laugh like that was something Lip hadn’t seen in what felt like years. It probably was years, looking back on everything. Back before girls, and boys, and when they were LipandIan. Lip stands up on his toes to kiss his brother’s forehead.

--

“I’m gonna sit with my husband, is that okay?” Ian asks, and Finn sighs.

“If you kiss, you’ll scare away everybody.”

--

“Ten outta ten, would bang Snow White,” Carl says, when they get out the cart.

-

That's all the previews for now!

#gallavich #comet rambles

[voorvore]

>be me

>14-year old inner party NEET

>spend most of life playing vidya in room at night, sleeping during the day

>parents barely fucking care about you, work nearly 24/7 as shit like sales reps for "consumers for christ" or soulless drones of the state

>your only light at the end of the tunnel is a little flash game called paraphore

>staystrongmynt.jpeg

>one day, log on to templeOS telescreen, find out that paraphore has been permablocked by the thoughtpolice

>oh shit.webp

>depressed, parents have probably either already been executed or told about your degeneracy

>think camus is bullshit, so obvious solution is suicide, to settle the ledger and wipe all the debts

>run out into street on foggy, rainy day.gif

>get hit, don't die immediately

>eventually die from blood loss

>wake up, isekai'd to pakistan

>december 2009

>standing in the middle of nowhere, see compound in the distance

>start heading toward it, starving, feel filthy

>old man walks out wearing white robes and hat, camo jacket, and long gray beard

>oh shit it's osama bin laden.png

>get nervous, don't know what to fucking say

>he starts speaking in perfectly fluent english with an american accent

>he welcomes me and says i should come into the compound with him

>confused and scared.yif

>he reassures me of his intentions, says he will only harm me if i support the american empire

>calm down, osama leads me inside comfy cave bunker

>has giant leather gaming couch, monster energy, and gaming laptops galore

>tells me to get comfortable

>sit down, he calls in some other guys

>assume they're just other al-qaeda members

>turns out to be ted kazynscki, terry davis, nick land, and hypnotist sappho

>wtf based.bitmap

>they all sit down, osama gets out the mountain dew and doritos, hands out the gaming laptops

>we play counterstrike together

>best night of my life.png

>this life continues for several months

>it's fucking great, we all feel like one little village underground, we barely ever go outside

>all we do is game, watch anime and movies, and discuss how to destroy the american imperial dog state and zionist israeli pigs

>terry keeps the glowies off our asses and pirates shit for us, ted tells us stories of life in the woods while gaming, nick writes shit for our online blog and gives us meth, osama provides everything, and sappho is our discord mommydom and we're her kittens

>paraphore is still eating at my brain.wojak

>try to see if para exists in this universe, look it

>oh shit it's popular.vrml

>9.9/10 on steam, multiple reviews in kotaku

>numerous vidya essays on it

>next day.naplps

>ask the others about paraphore

>say they haven't heard of it

>pirate it onto my gaming laptop, get a janky projector onto the back wall of the cave

>live"stream" a seven-hour playthrough of it for them

>they all watch intently

>we all laugh at the jokes

>we all share our theories

>we all cry at the mynt ending

>all of them thank me for showing them it when the credits roll, say it's the best video game story and lore they've ever seen

>far better than any triple-a game

>matpat from game theory uploads a shitty theory of it the next day, terry doxxes him

>he gets tortured and eaten alive in bohemian grove during a 72-hour long purge night and march across america

>it's been 17 months.tiff

>best 17 months of my entire life

>feel like family

>chilling out in cave bunker one day, hear knocking from above

>osama goes to check it out, opens door and gets shot

>oh fuck oh shit.jiff

>heaven's gate cultists wearing UN bluehelmets storm the compound with stg-44s

>heaven's gate was incorporated as part of the now powerful UN-'involved in peace' "peace"keepers

#paraphore #voor.txt #capitalist realism #196 #cruelty squad #horror #wojak #heaven's gate #tw death #shitpost #shitposting #osama bin laden #matpat #game theory #fnaf movie spoilers #hypnotist sappho #lolcow #ted kazynscki #anticiv #templeos #terry davis #nick land

[likealayka]

You see Holly everyday.

You are in the same class, duh.

You want to rail her so hard she cries.

You want to see her pretty shade of lipstick smeared, her perfect smoky eye smudged with all those tears.

You don't think she even notices that you exist somewhere around her.

That is until your lovely parents (clearly finally ashamed for years of mentally draining you) gifted you a motorcycle.

It's a beast - black leather, chrome, spotless surfaces shining. You beg off 30 minutes after today's classes (Nutmeg gives you a bit of a trouble but it's your birthday so you are free to go) and mount your new toy, leather seat creaking under you deliciously.

As you make a few rounds around the school grounds, wind screaming in your ears, tamed beast roaring after your every command, you miss all of those eyes in the windows watching you.

Especially those brown-green ones that follow your every move, sensually half-closed, long lashes fluttering as She plans her strike.

A few days later you volunteer to go explore the trail for a weekly class hike - it was raining a lot for the past few days and the teacher is not really sure if it's clear all the way. You're standing by the rear gates, putting your helmet on, when you hear a sharp click-click-click of someone's stilettos. Your heart nearly stops when you hear that fucking voice, elongated vowels and all.

- Hey new girl (you've been here for 4 months), miss whats-her-name sent me with you to check out that trail or something... Yay? - you come face to face with Holly, her usual cardigan askew, the hat that all Good Girls insist on wearing is nowhere to be seen, short PU skirt crinkling with her every move. You roll her eyes; she bits her lip and that simple detail goes straight to your clit.

- Um... I don't have a spare helmet, so... - you are somehow ready to give yours to her because fuck it, dying with her by your side may sound dramatic as fuck, but man, if you aren't willing to try everything that involves Holly. The brunette eyes your gear and scrunches her pretty nose (you want that nose to tease your clit as she licks into you, determined to be praised for her outstanding effort).

- Sorry girl, my hair doesn't really do hats (it's not a hat and she also wears one as a uniform daily) - she smiles, her unusually untampered with teeth making her face look like a predator and... Cute? You are definitely fucked.

When she sits behind you on a bike she makes a (not filthy at all) groan and wiggles on a leather seat a bit, firmly grasping your waist. You fire up the ignition, your beast comes to life with a deep rumble and you hear Holly inhailing sharply.

- Ooooh, that's fuuuuu-uuuck! - when you go full speed, chasing that rush of blood to the head you feel Holly's hands clench into you tighter, her big soft tits pushed right into your back (you kinda feel her stiff nipples). She scream-laughs, her plush thighs in those unacceptable boots squeezing you in her warm soft grip. It smells of her perfume, something cinnamon-musky, earthy and sexy as hell, and you feel like you're at your destination in half a second.

She dismounts, hands finally letting go (a pity) and looks around. You're at the clearing, trees and bushes in a bit of a distance, not a soul around you. You look at her, trying to see how she's feeling - her face is a lovely shade of pink, long lashes making shadows appear on her soft cheeks. She's so lovely you want to take a picture of her.

As you dismount too, to look around and stretch your legs a bit, Holly turns away from you, still blushing. You take your eyes off of her, lowering your gaze to the seat, ready to lift it up and get your water bottle. And the you see it.

On the exact same place your pretty companion was sat just now... There is a glistening wet patch. Your olfactory is suddenly full of cinnamon, musk and earth again. You feel weak, but fuck, your parents didn't raise a quitter.

You touch the warm wet leather, fingers immediately covered in familiar sticky substance.

- Holly? - you ask, going around your bike and closer go her; she turns with a barely audible "Hmmm?", hugging herself in the wind, hair looking positively fucked up. You were right - her nipples are standing against the red fabric, making you even more desperate and yet determined.

- You got, um... Here, let me... - your sticky finger grazes her slightly opened lips, pushing in and making Holly taste herself on your skin. The realization is immediate - she goes wide-eyed, whine-moans around your finger and suddenly you're being surrounded by her, those plump lips on yours, hands roaming all over your body.

When you go back, hours later, she looks radiant - her hair and makeup ruined, panties missing, but it's the happiest you've ever seen her. She kisses your cheek, those brown-green eyes warm and kind.

- Until next time, new girl.

You can't wait.

#jinkx monsoon #rpdr #rupaul's drag race #all stars 7 #rpdr all stars 7 #Holly brainrot

[voyeur-clairvoyant]

With all my love for Camelia Elias (and partially Enrique Enriquez), the almost EXCLUSIVE VISUAL reading school is just so boring.

To neglect the powerful and CORE allegoric identity of the Triumph suit in favor of the tasteless details is such a waste of an intrument. Watering down Temperance (pun intended) to just her jugs is boring at best, dismissive at worst.

I genuinely don't understand what's even the point of using a tarot deck at all (if not for the "magical & mysterious" aesthetic). If you only put attention to the details of the deck, the poses, the objetcs, then let yourself free with a sibilla or an illustrated fortune-telling deck.

The whole point of the Triumph suit is the powerful concepts it depicts. A tarot reader I follow said (reviewing an awful deck) very wisely that she could read using only blank cards with the name of every arcana because the drawing itself is just the vehicle for a major message.

And don't get me wrong, I don't think ignoring the picture is part of a great reading, but ignoring the allegory is DEFINITELY part of a terrible one.

Not only you curse yourself into only being capable of read with a single deck, but you're gonna miss a fucking lot of useful information. Dismissing Time/Hermit to a generic old man is almost as worse as Jodorowsky rambling about made-up eggs and made-up numeric relationships. You're trapped in a lack of meaning and to solve it, you make meaning out of nowhere, victoriously blind to the shining presence in front of you.

If the card illustrates DEATH, the core concept must be revolving around DEATH. Not the plants in the ground, not the number of ribs, not the numeric properties of the numer 13 and definitely not about invigorated LIFE at all.

Like dude, seriously. All respect to Camelia but the welcome reading in the introduction of "To read like the Devil" is just... are you being serious? She really did a Jodo there CASUALLY deducting that the woman and her husbad were having a bad time about she forcing him to drink. With Temperance and Fortitude NONTHELESS, the fucking cards of DISCIPLINE AND SELF REGULATION.

Are you kidding me???

How in the sweet and sour fuck can you extract that? Like, if I had to play her game why don't we look to the pair of femenine figures showing their breats and the masculine one with a massive rod? Why don't we look to the hats? The fact that only one of them is sitting?

She casually drops that deduction with nothing to made-up hints. Because oh boy, she's not only not answering just one question:

She doesn't even get a card of cups in the fucking reading!

Call me crazy but I believe that if your answers revolves around A DRINKING PROBLEM at least ONE CUP is a requirement. But no.

I like Camelia's style of reading, the way she's strict and clear with the symbols (when she is). But the visual method is just a fuuuuuuuuuuucking waste of everything. Barely using a deck to drag conclusions from thin air. I can understand it coming from Sesemarot, who reads (I love you Sesamerot) with a fucking SESAME STREET DECK and doesnt have the same deepness of a tarot deck.

BUT IF YOU DO HAVE A TAROT DECK and dare to read ONLY with the visual method, then OH BOY, then you're the lucky one, because you have a whole world to learn in front of you. Do yourself that favor.

#witchcraft #divination #tarot #cartomancy #fortune telling #tarot cards #witchblr #tarotblr

[winderlylandchime]

1/2 3x08! ‘This better start with them fucking! I miss-(the ep starts with someone saying they have a tight ass)nevermind..why is that dude’s hat red but everything is in black and white? Oh they are workers of the street’ ‘ITS JUSTIN! Why is his head in a lamp? Dude it was just a harp player with a dumb goatee, its not that deep. Daph feels the same as i do, seriously what was so special about him that you cant stop thinki-(Justin says hes talking about Brian) HELL YEAH BABY! THATS FUCKING RIGHT! TEAM BRIAN! DAPHNE IS ALSO HAPPY! EXACTLY MISTAKE! (Daph reveals her plan) OH DAPHNE YOU BEAUTIFUL EVIL GENIUS, I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU! *pauses tv and runs to the piece of paper he taped on the wall and points* I FUCKING CALLED IT! IM PSYCHIC! RAVEN MOVE OVER BECAUSE THATS SO (his name) IS HERE *looks at his list* okay so I was off a little but it’s still close, but her working with Bri Bri would be dope as fuck! *keeps looking at his list* i wonder what else I’m right about’ ‘anyway we are going back to season 1 stalker era!’ Mel and Linds come on ‘oh come on! Nobody cares about you. We have a hot man to stalk!’ *waves at the tv* ‘hi brian! You wont guess what Blondie told me’ (Ted hurts his back) ‘oh this is just NOT his season, is it?’ THE INTERN SCENE IS UP!! ‘Bri Bri! (Justin is introduced as the intern) OH MY FUCKING GOD! LOOK AT BRIANS FACE! HE IS LITERALLY SPEECHLESS! MR KINNEY?! OH HE LIKED THAT. (The office scene is currently happening and he is smiling so big) HE IS HERE TO SUCK DICK WHILE YOU LEVITATE! OH YOU WANNA SEE HIS FACE EVERY DAY! YOU LITERALLY GOT A LOOKALIKE SEX WORKER! YOU IMAGINED HIM IN THAT ONE EPISODE! (Justin starts being amazing with his pettiness) now THAT is the Justin I missed and love! THAT YOURE PAYING FOR! HA! Got you! *pauses tv and starts fake praying* oh please big guy, give me Brian and Justin working together! Late nights and bonding back together! PLEASE BIG GUY DO ME A SOLID’ Ted takes his pills and he grabs his pills and shakes them ‘TWINSIES!’ ‘JUSTIN IS AT BABYLON AGAIN! Oh he missed this for sure! I just know he felt like he could breathe again. THIS *waves to tv* is where you belong baby boy. BRIAN! JUSTIN! THEY BROKE UP! THATS RIGHT BRI BRI YOUR MAN IS SINGLE AND HE WANTS YOU BACK! YOUR love will last for eternity! Yeah, its kinda hard to dance to violin music. See? You MISSED this! OH BRIAN IS ACTING HARD TO GET!‘ ‘is this kid gonna be a thing? Is this another way to make Ben less boring? Mike feels about kids the same way as me’ ‘ITS BRIAN! AND JUSTIN! Oh sorry mr KINNEY! THEY ARE WORKING TOGETHER! *justin memorizes Brians order and he pauses tv* SEE HOW FAST HIS IQ CAME BACK THE SECOND THAT FUCKER WAS GONE! Thank god Blondie remembered who the fuck he was! Oh Brian likes calling him Taylor. HE IS SUCKING UP TO HIM! I know another thing he could suck.’ He is now smiling so fucking hard and he looks insane with the way his hair is all over the place bc he keeps pulling them. The scene where Emmett comes home and Ted is drugged up on the floor came up ‘look its us! Except I don’t lay on the floor (i remind him of yesterday where he was laying on the grass) Hey! That was different! I already told you i wanted to look at clouds and accidentally took a nap. Leave us *points to him and ted* alone!’ He just groaned out of nowhere ‘im so so happy for Emmett BUT COME ON GIVE ME BRIAN AND JUSTIN! This is why I’m here! This is why I suffered through all *waves one of his hands* crap with that fucker!‘ Brian popped up on the screen and he literally fist pumped ‘NO DONT FIRE HIM! YOU HAVE TO FUCK HIM! (Justin says Mr Kinney) what did the hot priest say in fleabag about being turned on by calling him priest? That applies for Mr Kinney thing. But i think my man likes it more than Blondie (thee scene is on)Paganini junior, funny. LOOK HOW HES LOOKING AT HIM! YOU SHOULDVE TOLD HIM YOU LOVED HIM! take it from Nike and JUST DO IT! HE DID LOVE YOU WHEN YOU WERE GONE (kiss happens)HE HAS BALLS! AND HE STUMBLED! This is his first kiss since Justin left, i know he felt like he came up air again’

anyway we are going back to season 1 stalker era! EXACTLY

Sassy intern Justin is everything. I am so happy your brother is living for this!

Oohhhh your brother is so not twins with Ted with his pills. Yikes.

hot priest say in fleabag about being turned on by calling him priest? That applies for Mr Kinney thing I love how your brother constantly references Hot Priest from Fleabag. I love this man.

This is his first kiss since Justin left, i know he felt like he came up air again (brb sobbing about how this is exactly it)

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023