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natelia-aldelliz · 1 year

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"зайчик, we have a problem" Nikolai says, opening Price's office's door.

The Captain sighs and doesn't lift his head, focused on trying to decipher the last report from Soap and Roach. Never again he sends them out together, he swears to himself. Not without a chaperone.

"Are we at war?"

"Eh," Nik hesitates, making Price frown and finally lift his head to look at the man.

He has a child in his arms. A black kid, barely more than a toddler. "What the - Nik, who's that?"

"Ah, this is part of the problem," Nik says with his heavy accent, sending a smile towards Price. "Say hi to Cap, Kyle."

The child frowns at him, buries his head shyly in Nik's shoulder and mutters a little 'hi' from his hiding space. Price doesn't understand.

"Uh, hi?" he says back, sending a confused look towards his lover.

"It's Gaz," Nik explains. "Like I've said, we have a situation."

A 'situation' is a bit of an understatement, in Price's eyes. He's surrounded by toddlers, his chain of command decimated, with no explanation and no solution. And if he thought they were a handful as adults, well they're worse as children.

Even Gaz got over his initial shyness and is running around, screeching with Soap. The only one who's calm is Simon. But it's not for a good reason, and it breaks his heart to see him almost cowering in the corner, panicked at the idea of not being home and his father being angry at him for that.

"Psst," a little voice interrupts his thoughts, accompanied by taps on his knee. He looks down at Roach, who's staring at him with a grin. Oh god, what now.

"Yeah?" he asks, fearing the worse.

"I caught a bug," Roach whispers like a secret.

Price looks down at his empty hands and feels the dread rising in him. "That's uh, that's nice, did you want to show it to me?"

Roach shakes his head. "I can't," he keeps on whispering. "I ate it."

Oh god.

The child looks so fucking proud of himself too. Price is lost. If he had wanted children, he would have had them, honestly. Apart from his sexuality and work overload, nothing kept him from just going out there and making a baby with someone. The thing is, he never wanted kids. He has no idea what to do!

"I'm gonna bite him," Roach whispers again, pointing towards Simon.

This is a nightmare, he thinks as he looks at the child making his way towards the poor unsuspecting kid. Soap has started climbing him like a mountain, claiming to Gaz that there's a treasure at the top, encouraging him to start climbing his arm as well.

And Nik is just taking pictures. If he wasn't the only one here that had some idea of what to do, he'd have strangled him.

Soap suddenly stops moving, sitting on his shoulder with his arms on top of his head, and Price barely catches him as he falls, sound asleep, and Gaz starts crying that he doesn't want nap time.

Suddenly he regrets complaining about that report. He'd take a hundred of them over this right now.

#cod mw2 #captain john price #cod nikolai #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #nikprice #toddlers 141 au #price just doesn't trust himself with small children #he does have a very good paternal instinct - as seen with them as adults - but he thinks children are easily breakable and that scares him #he'll get the hang of it eventually after the shock recedes #and then like a week later they wake up as adults again like nothing happened #i have no other idea beyond that - i don't even know where it came from #the thought process was 'proof-reading ch 5 of werewolf au fic' → 'i'm hungry' → 'what about baby 141 and dadprice'

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theduckeminence · 1 year

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Everyone—meet the clone son of Gary Coleman!

Clone High’s new kid on the block—fresh from homeschool! A charmer with a bit of a dirty mind and terrible puns, but quite laidback and chill once you hang around him a little more.

Many feel they have met him before, though there was never any record of him in the school up until he enrolled. How weird…

#ducky’s art #ch #clone high #clone high fanart #ch gary coleman #clone high gary cloneman #clone high jfk #clone high joan #clone high cleo #clone high abe #jfk #joan #cleo #abe

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soloorganaas · 2 years

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i am truly obsessed with how gary oldman portrayed sirius through his accent because it’s so subtle but it fits PERFECTLY and underlines what sirius was trying to run away from but couldn’t quite

this is all in the context of how much accent is a class signifier in britain, and how much weight we place on class. british people will genuinely do a little once over when they first meet each other to judge the other person’s class - hair, clothes and accent at the outset, but also name, where you live and what school you went to. we make judgments and assumption and alignments instantly on this, particularly if someone’s class makes you feel uncomfortable

sirius would obviously grow up initially with an aristocratic and probably harshly so accent. but as he started to rebel against his family, and become acutely aware of what his accent said about him, he would consciously try and drop it. but to change your accent completely in a permanent way is very hard to do

gary oldman has a working class london accent very specifically, not the accent he uses in the films. the accent he uses for sirius is foundationally a posh accent. it’s particularly well annunciated, it has sharp consonants, it has a slightly musical lilt to it. but he slips in between long vowels typical of a posh accent (he has long arr sounds for instance) and shorter ones. and he completely removes rounded vowels (think about the way the queen says “day” or “go” for instance)

it all adds together to someone who evidently used to have an upper class accent so inherent in him he can’t entirely shake it - but has clearly tried so hard to and has consciously edited and adjusted it to try and move away from a voice that would immediately identify him as from an aristocratic (and in the wizarding world pureblood) family. he’s determined that the moment he opens his mouth people will see he’s not like the rest of the black family he despises so much

it is such a small detail that you would only understand if you’re well adjusted to the different kinds of southern english accents between different classes, which shows HOW much thought and effort gary oldman put into this. he portrayed sirius as accurately as possible right down to details that only a few people would understand

#ONCE AGAIN A CLASS ANALYSIS OF SIRIUS BLACK AND HARRY POTTER GENERALLY IS INVALUABLE #sirius black #blorbo of blorbos #gary oldman #order of the phoenix #prisoner of azkaban #harry potter #ch: we choose who we really are #hp #hp meta #meta

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transsweet · 1 year

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sitting outside deltarune hq patiently waiting for the capn cafe sprite to drop . come on . let us see him . pretty please

#prince thoughts #like this isn't even funny anymore . Where Is He .#putting up missing posters like spongebob in gary come home #WHERE IS HE TOBY PLEAXE #SHOW ME HIM IN A STUPID TOP HAT . GIVE HATGUY A NEW FUNNY HAT .#my design probably won't be canon bc he would Not dress that good but still . please mr fox i miss him #also just realized bc the shadow men are part of the performance the cafe performance won't be until you finish ch 3 huh .#they better have a battle dojo rematch . come on utilize their scrapped rhythm game battle . they have unused attacks in the files . come on #it's 11:12 it's late and i miss capn PLEEAAASEE

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teakoodrawz · 1 year

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what is a Mark without his own pet cat because i don't know

#[records]#Mark #i made in one of my aus in any mark have a pet cat. because og mark has one and made it connected any marks can have a pet too #og mark is chica #ms is gary (he also had his own pet maus named snowball)#www is chibby #LF is chi chi #ss(sunstar) is ch-1 (Chi)#peacock mark is snowball (also had a pet peacock named park <- his mom named it that with the P in Mark)#well in other aus even it doesnt have a cat. forest god mark is his bees. fish mark are his lesbian fishes

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dudeitiskarev · 22 hours

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Maybe Someday | Ch. 1

A Spencer Reid mini series

Chapter summary: After seventeen years, you show up in Spencer’s life. Or rather, he comes and find you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Rating: M

Tags/warnings: 4x7 spoilers; mentions of suicide; reader is a sex worker.

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: my beloved secret Spencer series is coming to light 🥹 she’s been mine for two years and I decided it was time to wrap it up and share it. This is the first chapter of 13 (+ and epilogue) and chapters are around 800 words to 3k so it should be an easy read! I hope you like this first part and I’d love to know what you think! Mwahhh

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

When a case unlocked memories in Spencer’s gifted brain, he expected everything to go as he suspected: so wrong.

It didn't quite go wrong. He got the answers he needed, but not the ones he truly wanted. He was wrong about everything, something he wasn’t used to.

The good thing was that his father wasn’t a murderer after all, and at least it was over.

Or almost over.

Thirteen minutes until midnight and the only reason Derek and Rossi agreed to drive Spencer to the darkest alley in Las Vegas was Garcia’s fault.

"Are you sure about this, Reid?” Morgan asked, turning on the SUV blinkers and glancing at Spencer through the rearview mirror.

“I really wish you’d stop asking me that.” Spencer unbuckled his seatbelt, ready to step out of the car.

Derek sounded like a broken record by now.

“Look, kid, we’re just trynna’ help.” He softened his voice. “Case is over. You can let it go now.”

The Riley Jenkins case was, in fact, over. Although letting it go was the last thing Spencer could do when last-minute Garcia filled him in about a person that wasn’t really involved in the case, but was connected to it to some extent: you.

“We don’t even know if she’s gonna be here,” Morgan continued. “She could be dead by now.”

“Yeah, and being here is the only way I could find out.”

Rossi had never seen Spencer like this, so he had to ask, “What’s with the sudden interest?"

"I don't know." Spencer lowered his tone.

All he knew was that there were more memories he needed to unlock, even if they led to something he would’ve been better off without knowing.

“Alright.” Derek raised his perfect brows in defeat. “We'll stay here. Call us if you need anything."

“And make it quick,” Rossi added. “Or else we’ll miss our flight.

"I will.” Spencer stepped out of the car, looked both ways, and jogged his way to the other side of the street—determined to find you.

According to Penelope’s recent discovery, you were related to the molester—Gary Michaels—and that fact was enough reason for Spencer to extend his stay for a few more hours. He just needed to know if you were okay. Alive.

“Look at that, neighbor,” Garcia had teased him during the phone call that morning. “She used to live five houses away from you.”

Images of a girl came to him as soon as Penelope said your name. You used to wear red shoes to school and… that’s all he knew. All he remembered.

He tried to dig up some more memories while his long steps took him to the street where he somehow knew he’d find you.

And he was right.

There you were, standing alone in a corner, pulling your jacket and purse close to your body. It was chilly, and your clothes barely covered any skin. You looked exactly how he thought you'd look after all these years—17 to be exact.

Same features, just… more grown.

Every word he knew flew away with the soft breeze of the night. You were alive, and he smiled to himself at the thought of you being more than a forgotten memory now.

He brushed his hair out of his forehead and hesitated whether to walk up to you and ask you how you’ve been or if he simply should be satisfied with knowing you were still skin and bones and let it all go.

He paced back and forth for a whole minute, thinking about the pros and cons of a still hypothetical conversation with you.

"It's $300 an hour, pretty boy." Your sweet voice blared around the empty street. “Only handjobs.”

Spencer looked around to see who you were talking to. There was no one else.

It was so foreign to hear someone other than Morgan calling him a pretty boy. More so when you didn’t even turn around to actually think he was a pretty boy or not.

He slowly made it closer to you with both hands inside his pockets. "Uh, I don't—” Spencer cleared his voice once he was a few steps away. “I'm not looking for—"

"Then leave me alone.” You were quick to cut him off. “I'm working."

Oh.

He reached for his badge and flipped it open even when you hadn’t bothered to turn around. “I’m with the FBI, is it okay if I ask you a few questions?”

Your body froze for a moment but didn’t turn to give him a single glance.

“Look, I already talked to the cops. If this is about Trent and his stupid–”

“It’s about your uncle. Gary Michaels.” Spencer cut you off with the softest voice.

Your body stiffened, and after a moment, you finally turned to him, giving him your full attention. "What about him?"

Spencer gulped at the way you reacted—at the clearer sight of your face, too. Furrowed brows, clenched jaw, incredibly pretty, and the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen—he was sure his heart skipped a beat.

He swallowed thickly again before asking while wringing his hands. “How close were you two?”

“We weren’t. Why?”

“They found the remains of his body.”

Your only response was an audible breath that slipped through the twitch of a smile.

It was relief.

“Thanks for letting me know.” You nodded politely.

That smile seemed to be the end of the conversation but he didn’t want it to be over yet. “I heard about your brother, too,” he then blurted out.

You scoffed as if he’d told you the funniest joke. “Is that what you’re bringing up to keep the conversation going? My dead brother?”

Another brave step brought him face-to-face with you. “I heard that they found some letters from him.”

“Sorry?” You raised your brows as your eyes widened.

“Letters. Handwritten letters. They’re sti–”

“I don’t wanna know, alright?” You cut him off, lifting your palm and signaling him to stop talking. “I don’t need that. He made his decision years ago and I… I don’t need that.”

He said your name to get your attention once more, but every time he opened his mouth, he got closer and closer to setting off a grenade.

“What is this? Some interrogation?” You raised your tone. “Who even are you?”

"I'm Spencer Reid.”

Your face softened as soon as he said his name—like he’d pinned back in the grenade—enough reason for him just to keep talking.

“I’m pretty sure we were neighbors when we were kids,” he added.

You arranged your features to your already usual frown and stared as you said, “I remember you.”

You did?

“What do you want from me, Spencer?" You then added.

What did Spencer want? There wasn’t anything else to solve.

"How have you been?" He merely asked.

You forced a smile and looked away for a second. “Better now that I know Gary’s dead.” Then you turned to him again and stared again, this time with curious eyes. “How did he die? Exactly?” You tilted your head.

“He was beaten to death.” He raised his brows.

“Was that… recent?”

“No, it happened years ago.” He gulped for the eighth time before adding, “Let me ask you this, did he ever do anything to you? Or your brother?”

“I don’t see how that matters now.” You looked down.

“He’s dead, but he’s still under investigation. So we’re still gathering information about him.”

You hummed, shaking your head. “He barely even talked to me, thank god. He only liked boys. He really, really liked my brother.”

“I see.” Spencer narrowed his eyes.

Silence filled the space between you and him. It seemed as if memories were flashing right before your eyes.

“We lived with our grandma,” you began. “And when she heard about how his son was a child molester, she, uh, she killed herself. She couldn’t bear being responsible for such things,” You said, looking into the void.

And then you lost your brother in the same way.

Spencer’s chest tightened.

"What happened after?” He asked.

“No one wanted to look after us. We were troubled kids, so we ended up in an orphanage. Curtis was two years younger than me. He hung himself before turning sixteen. He’d been depressed since we were kids and I guess he couldn’t do it anymore. And I couldn’t keep living in the same place my brother died so one night I… just ran away.”

Spencer assumed you’ve been on your own ever since, and the tough shell you put out into the world was there to protect the little girl with red shoes.

“That’s all the information I have. I don’t know what else you need to know but you won’t find it with me.” You sighed. “So if you’re done, please leave. You’re scaring away my customers.”

A car passed slowly in front of you. By the look on the man’s face, he needed the service you provided and Spencer would stay next to you all night if it meant you’d be safe from those kinds of men.

There was something about you being all alone that didn’t feel right.

“I can help you get out,” he said.

You laughed. You really laughed then. You had a cute, contagious laugh. Spencer’s lips tugged at the corners into a small smile.

“You’re cute.” You wiped a fake tear off the corner of your eye. “I don’t know what makes you think I want to get out.”

“I can see it in your eyes.”

“Oh, really?” You stood right in front of him with a challenging stance. “What do you see in my eyes?”

Everything about you was intimidating—from your eyes to your voice, even the way you blinked—and yet he wasn’t phased by it, or he didn’t let it show, at least.

“That you don’t wanna be here. That your family failed you. And if you were given the chance, you’d leave this place.”

“My eyes tend to lie a lot.” You raised your brows, scanning his face up and down. “I’m a good liar.”

“I’m sure you are, but they’re not lying to me.”

You scoffed, breaking the staring contest. “Look, I appreciate whatever you’re trying to do here but it’s not working. Just leave me the hell alone, alright?”

He couldn’t fight you anymore, but that didn’t mean he was going to give up easily.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” He reached for his wallet and took out a presentation card, handing it to you. “Anything at all.”

You stared at it for a moment before accepting it. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and took a few steps backward, waving goodbye.

Something about the way your hand shook when you took the card told him he had to miss the flight and stay for another night.

I hope you liked this first chapter! I’d love to know what you think! Comments and feedback are much appreciated 😊

Next chapter one-sentence teaser👀:

(…)

“Spencer?” Your soft sob woke up all of his senses. “I’m a good liar and I lied earlier. I do need… to get out.”

(…)

I’m planning on posting 2 to 3 chapters a week depending on the engagement it gets 🥰

#Spencer Reid #spencer reid x reader #Spencer Reid x female reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid self insert #Spencer Reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fanfiction

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sillybond · 7 months

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As a send of here's my compilation of every detail/gag or pretty much everything that I loved about the Fionna and Cake finale.

First off, the lighthearded stuff.

First of all. That's Hunter!!! We finally get to see HW gender-swapped counterpart's design. Gotta say I love that they kept it the same, it does feel like it could fit anyone.

Talking about him, I LOVE that they are finally adding him to the gang. I didn't expect him to be so prevalent in the finale, but I couldn't be happier! It seems like the crew has finnaly learned to apreciate HW and they are inserting her (even if it's Hunter) whenever they can.

All the raw emotion of the lich would have been unheard of at any other point in AT's history. The depression and hopelessnes, such human emotions were amazing to explore in him. He poses himself as a "ceesless weel" a god-like beeing of pure destruction, but even he neels when he realices it was all for nothing.

For some time I theorized that Golb (and subsequently Golbetty) was, in fact, Scarabs and Prismo's Boss. Kind of like a ultimate deity, high up on the pantheon. But seeing how Scarab adresses her in such a careles way, emphasizing that she should "stay out of this" made me think about the real power dinamic between thees two. And thus, of the whole multiverse bureocracy.

This tittle card rips me apart. It's briming with thematic importance. But I feel so many emotions simply beacuse it says cheers, it's like a send-off, a happy cheerfull goodbye to all of us who enjoyed this show. It made me tear up a bit when I first saw it.

For thoose who aren't aware Pawn Swan's was created by Steven Wolfhard after CAWM alongside the pup kingdom. He has in his tumblr a gigantic amount of lore about it. I'm sooo happy they finally got to use his ideas and designs. Many of the pups seen all trought Shermy and Beth's sequence were in his drawings too. So go check that out!

I'm a complete sucker for happy endings and THIS was PERFECTION. I simply connot describe how much I obsolutely LOVE that they are able to comunicate and talk. it's just perfect, this show has me spoiled-rotten.

In pure Marceline fashion Marshal tries playing another song. And Gary is soo into this man it's unreal

But, also in pure Marceline fashion, he gets interupted. It kind of reminded me about Marceline's song to Bonny in Obsidian. But it's kind of the oposite outcome, Scarab isn't affected by it at all while Glorbo is finaly delt with.

Talking about Simon being happy. I'm just so glad that he has been able to reconect with Astrid!!! This man is such a DAD, I love him :,)

Before Fionna's world was finaly canonized we can see that it really just amounts to the city. Which makes sense because if you are trying to put a whole world in a dude's head, you are going to have to cut some stuff out.

Anyways, after they are made legit we can see that the city has expanded! And I also assume that now there's not only a city, but a whole world too!!

This really came as a surprise honeslty, but a welcomed one at that. I assume that since Jay agrees to stay in the city, even if it's not forever, Farmworld Finn must be fine. It doesn't make any sense for him to drop his 4 little brothers just to screw around in another universe.

The only sad part is that, since we don't see neither PB nor Marcy in the tank that means they are probably dead. In the end it does seem like they took eachothers life, together.

Now onto the heavy stuff!

"This is the world we want to fight for. The Scarab is kind of invincible. But we won't give up. If we die, we'll die together, as ourselves"

This cuts deep. At this moment Fionna was ready to die. She acknowledges that she had tried everything she could and that, in a way, it was her fault. But she also understands that this is what it is. And she's ready to depart. In what she thought were her last moments she found happines in thoose and that around her. Magic or not, they were all together, and that's what mattered.

"We made our choices. We could have made better ones, but I don't have any regrets. You were a wonderful experience"

We knew Simon had wronged Betty. She had put away everything for him. He didn't do it on porpuse, but he recognised he could have been more thoughtful. In the end, while Simon acknowledges his mistakes Betty doesn't demonise neither him nor the relationship that came bacuse of it. It's a very sentimental, heartfelt conclusion.

As humans we often try to make our best to navigate life. But with all the choices in front of us it's very hard to get it right. A lot of time might have to pass before we truly see how wrong we were. We realize that we hurt people, and that things didn't have to be this way. But once we acknowledge this we can finaly move on. At this moment, Simon realizes that it's okay to fail but, unfortunetly, we can't go back. We have to live with it and it can't prevent us from moving forward.

In the end all we can do is have compassion for ourselves, and for each other.

That was pretty much all of the details and highlights for me. There's some other ones but they are kind of too obvious to point out.

Thanks a lot for reading the whole thing! It means a lot :)

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8-rae-rae-8 · 4 months

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Come back for me CH.3

A fic idea from an anon who I love dearly

Lost word count

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009), Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Mild Blood, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Age Regression Little Simon "Ghost" Riley, Age Regression Caregiver John "Soap" MacTavish, Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, rewritten ending of 09, Age Regression/De-Aging, pet regression pet regression pup Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Little Space, Age Regression, Caregiver John Price (Call of Duty), Shepherd is the worst, Gun Violence, Face Slapping, Mocking, Men Crying, Crying, Gaz is dead already remember, i didnt forget him, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

It was just as dreadful for Ghost and Roach to wait so long.

The plane ride back wasn't even the worst part. The way Shepherd watched them like they were vile creatures had both of them on their heels. Well, vigilant but not exactly able to act on anything if it went awry.

Ghost would only sink smaller and smaller into his headspace throughout the plane ride. He occasionally cried. From the pain and seeing Roach hurt so bad.

The two of them ended up cuddled together. Both wounded were checking each other for worse injuries. But there was nothing on either of them that could kill, Roach assessed. Simon was far too gone by then to even understand.

His head was placed on Roach's chest for the plane ride. Ghost tiredly allowed it. He desperately needed to rest.

Rest didn't come. They remained curled up together the entire time. Any time there was turbulence, Roach was the one holding them both still with the netting of the plane walls from where they sat. Simon would only whimper as the wind shook the plane.

To be regressed and injured, in a plane and without Mactavish, was a new experience for Simon. It lasted longer than anyone could've hoped.

It felt purposeful how long it dragged on.

By the time they landed, Soap and Price were already waiting for them on the air strip.

Soap's eyes were slightly puffy, indicating he had cried at least a little. While Price just looked angry and tired.

As soon as Mactavish could, he was inside, gathering up the boys. Simon knew he worked on his muscles just to carry him. But to carry both would be a lot.

A glimmer in Mactavish’s eye told Simon something was going to go down. And that must've been why he was trying to get them out of there.

It took a few tries, but Simon was securely on his left hip while Roach was on the other. Both of the boys leaned onto him, holding tightly.

The second he was in Soap's arms, Simon began to break down. Babbling nonsense into his shirt. He and Roach were whisked away.

Out of vision, but not earshot, Simon heard a gun fire. Then a thud. His body shuddered violently.

“It's okay now, m’ love…” Mactavish muttered to his little one. Though a small smirk was on his face. Revenge. No one would take their little ones without getting a bullet to the head.

“Bubba..!” Simon still cried into his shoulder. Heartbreaking sobs wracking through his body, every little movement hurt. Even though there were no serious injuries on him. The fear was finally making its way out.

“I’ve got you.” Simon heard him whisper. His arms couldn't even reach to hold onto Johnny at all. It hurt too much, those muscles cramping to high heaven from the position he'd been tied in.

The weight to his right was gone, and his head picked up quickly. Where did Roach go? Simon panicked for a moment.

But Price was walking next to them, injured pup in his arms. Careful as he heard almost the whimpers from Roach.

He settled. It was Price… just Price. No bad guys.

“Ye’r safe, Si.” Mactavish promised him, gentle.

Though he knew it was true, he didn't believe it.

He couldn't believe it. After all that. And from the general he was supposed to trust? How could he ever know he was safe again??

The sounds of his breathing picking up caught Johnny's attention again. The side of his face was gently cradled, and Simon looked up into Johnny's eyes. Even though his own filled with tears.

“Bubba will protect ye, I promise, lad.” The tone was soothing, just like the touch.

Simon whimpered. He pushed his face further against his Bubba's hand. Trying to feel him, needing to feel him close like that.

“Bubba…” He babbled, a hand coming to mess with Johnny's gear. Fingers running along the seams and whatnot.

“Bubba's here… we're gonna get ye to my room.” Mactavish promised him. His thumb softly stroked Simon's face in a repetitive motion.

It soothed him. Even after that hell, it got Simon to breathe a little. A lot of work would be needed to get him to actually ease up and sleep though. Not to mention stitches for his leg.

A visit to medical was in order, and so was a bath and lots of cuddles.

So that was the plan, all thought out. Simon even contributed by mumbling ‘bath’ to Mactavish more than five times.

For now, the little one would get every damn thing he wanted.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #09 soapghost #09 ghost #cod agere #call of duty agere

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dailyrannells · 8 months

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Gary Prince in Fionna and Cake || S01E01 'Fionna Campbell'

#oh i luv him very much #adventure time #gary prince #prince gumball #fionna and cake #andrew rannells #i'm putting it in his tag idc #tv: fionna and cake #ch: gary

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shadyauthor · 1 year

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Strings of their hearts 💕 ch 3!!

TW this chapter WILL BE ANGSTY?? And kinda dark!

Yawning you got up and stretched before powering down your PC, it was nearing 3 in the morning and if you were exhausted yesterday,it would be worse today. You almost wanted to cancel, but you couldn't do that to your friends, after everything they've done for you? After they've always been there for you? Almost. Almost always.

You shook your head, you shouldn't let your thoughts spiral again down a slippery slope of negativity. Though you did know they had a group chat exclusively to talk bad about you, they did talk bad about you right in front of your face when they thought you weren't listening, the sly mean comments they'd make under their breath...but it was all for your good! Right? But what was it beneficial for?? You couldn't remember your previous reasoning. It was late, you just wanted to sleep.

Setting your alarm and propping your phone up against your burnt out lamp like an alarm clock and plugging it in, you slipped your socks off and slipped under the covers, turning around to face the wall. Staring blankly at the wall across from you, your eyelids started to droop...once..twice..and you were down for the night.

Though one thing you didn't know was, you had accidentally locked your new unofficial roommate out of his "home" by shutting your computer down while he happened to be leaving it again to explore your room more. Zapping himself to your phone he watched as your unmoving softy breathing form slept, it was therapeutic for him. After an hour of watching you sleep he started to go through your phone, trying to find out anything and everything about you that he could.

Your family, pictures...browser history, that was fairly bare odd enough. And finally he settled on your contacts, looking through all your messages was very uneventful until he got his was into your group chat with your friends. He was upset with how passive aggressively they treated you, never with a speck of kindness, though that's how some friends showed affection he didn't want to assume yet.

Going into each separate contact, that was his plan now. Just to make sure they weren't a threat to your health, first was Mark.

It was very easy for him to travel from anywhere now as long as he had a physical "link" to get to them. And his text messages were the perfect example, using them he traced his way all the way into his phone. Marks phone was certainly more packed and intriguing than yours, he was going through his gallery of photos, family...friends...food...animals..all the usual stuff, not a single thing out of the ordinary. Moving to his browsing history was an entire different question, it was like the man didn't know what incognito was, it was very unflattering and disgusted him. Quickly leaving as his history started to get weirder and weirder and it made him more and more uncomfortable he moved to his texts.

And how he was disappointed. He was hoping you had some honest genuine friends, but when he saw what they said about you in their chat of theirs he wanted to set the world aflame. He looked through which contacts were added to the group chat: Mark, Jamie, Gary, and Moose.

They talked about you in the most vile and disgusting ways, Mark not participating in a certain theme of the main topic of their chats as he had made it clear in the group chat he liked a guy named "Fry". He didn't care, he still talked about you like you were the scum of the earth, calling you a suck up etc. Because you tried to treat them kindly, he was seething with anger he could barely contain it.

He breathed in and out...in.....and out.....He wouldn't act on his rage without thought. He needed to plan and skillfully ruin their lives without leaving a trace of him behind, not just mindlessly ruin everything they owned.

He was gonna have fun with this, so far the majority of your friend group deserved this, he needed to find out about the others. Looking more through Marks messages he found another group chat, that was currently active, he popped in watching as someone typed in the chat.

Anita - Did anyone see that weird game that Y/N got? I knew they were lonely but I didn't think they would buy a dating sim 💀

Popped up on the screen, he was annoyed, another place they would talk badly? The chat wasn't directly about you but there was a good portion of the previous messages talking about you. He looked at the contacts in the group: Mark, Jamie, Clara, Anita, Fry, Claire, Gary, and Moose.

He sighed, closing his eyes and focusing on everything around him, how much code there was in the phone was overwhelming to him compared to his game. But for you? He'd run into the sun before he continue to let them hurt you.

He "logged" himself in as Mark, it was like trying to run in water. He went online to find the most phone frying virus they could, imbedding the links wouldn't be as hard so they wouldn't loom suspicious.

Going back to the group chat, he pasted all the links in there, editing them to make them look like videos. Sending them he smiled, as soon as they clicked on those links, they wouldn't be able to use their phones anymore without having a scamming ad popping up over the lock screen. This would give him time to individually go into each of their phones without them finding him.

This was going to take a while.

Waking up you yawned, stretching. You hadn't had your reoccurring nightmare this time, sitting up in bed confused as if you were missing something, you realized your alarm never went off! Basically falling off your bed rushing to your bathroom to get dressed. Running down the stairs not bothering to comb your hair you pat your right pocket...nothing. Your phone was always there, you must've left it somewhere. Panicking you looked through your home in a distressed state, basically swiping everything off of your bathroom counter before remembering you never did unplug your phone this morning.

Speed walking to your room, you spotted your phone against the lamp just like you left it. Grabbing it and walking downstairs you noticed you had several notifications from a group chat, clicking on it as it was your friends texting you and you expected them to be yelling at you for not picking them up...weird.

They all texted in a very strange way, each message repetitive. All giving the same reason "Sorry I have to cancel today, family emergency" you deadpanned, seriously? They were canceling and didn't even bother to say they just didn't want you to come? That was just cruel.

Sighing you opened your front door, slipping your phone into your right pocket, you wanted to sit on your porch and get some fresh air. As soon as you opened the door you were met with the oddest thing

An apple themed gift basket and a card securely tucked in, you stepped out your door looking around to see if anyone was pranking you, not a single person was out in the street and it was quiet. The only thing that was heard was a birds call every few seconds, you sighed crouching down to see if it was at the right address, the last thing you wanted was someone's "package". And...nope it was for you, with your name and everything, well..this was weird but might as well indulge on what the stranger got you.

Locking the door behind you, you made your way to your living room, setting the basket down on the coffee table in front of you. First, you grabbed the card, which had your name on it now that you could see it better, opening it a pressed rose fell from the card onto your dark rug, okay....REALLY weird.

The card had the following

"Oh Y/n, sweet Y/n, I am sorry for what is happening and how confused you must be. But it is for your own good, they were parasites.

With love

-W.D<3"

Okay, now you were freaking out. Someone knew your name and is claiming you had parasites or something, shaking your head, maybe it was a complete misunderstanding and they thought you were sick! Either way you scored a goodie basket. How fun.

He had made his way to your TV in the living room, a smile creeping onto his face as he saw you got the basket he sent. He didn't know how delivery services worked, but with how much of your friends' money he spent, he'd been hoping they'd do same day delivery, and he was not disappointed! The apple designed basket, candy, and bag was all his idea, the rest of the basket being kind of a "preset". He smiled, he knew the rose was a good touch, he hoped you weren't to confused now. He just wanted the best for you after all

Yay! Third chapter :D once all this is over and I finally FINALLY Get onto the IN game plot the chapters will start to be longer, I haven't really planned most of this out </3 I only really had an idea for the game itself.

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idontknowreallywhy · 5 months

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Estera - Ch 23 - Jump

Ok, I lied. I accidentally finished another chapter.

Have been looking forward to this one for a while 😁

What went before

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He spotted the gap in the hedge and pulled into the small car park, stopping the car a little way away from a huddle of harnessed and helmeted people gathered at the back of a van. He’d assumed from the limited message he’d received Estera was attending some kind of social event, but this looked a lot more like an Activity of some kind… given the proximity of the sheer cliffs this part of the coastline was famous for, perhaps abseiling?

Quite chunky harnesses for abseiling though.

He couldn’t quite spot her among the group and hoped he hadn’t come to the wrong place. Pulling at the sweater to make sure it was definitely hiding the waistcoat, he left his warm but completely inappropriate tailored wool coat in the car and walked as casually as he could towards the van. One helmeted head snapped around as he crunched across the gravel and he felt a rush of relief which partly but not entirely overcame his uncharacteristic self-consciousness. She gave a tiny wave and mouthed “two minutes” before turning back to focus on the person giving instructions. Scott paused where he was and watched as the briefing seemed to finish and the group sprang into action to unload a series of tightly wrapped silk bundles from the van.

His jaw dropped. He knew what those were. Estera turned back and caught his eye and he pointed to the edge of the clifftop and raised his eyebrows disbelievingly. She nodded and grinned slightly maniacally. Then beckoned him over.

He drew alongside and murmured “I thought you weren’t a fan of heights?”

“Just airplanes” she whispered back. “This way you get the rush without needing to get into one. Just, err, don’t mention it to the school kids.”

He chuckled. “Not going to lie, I’m quite envious.”

“Don’t you do this kind of thing all the time? Given your day job?”

“Not for fun. It’s hard to enjoy the moment when someone’s trapped or injured or something and they are waiting for you.”

She looked thoughtful. “Give me a minute.”

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“We have a rig spare though don’t we? Robin hasn’t turned up.”

“That doesn’t mean we can just let a randomer jump, Tez, you know that. He’s not done the training.”

“He’s done this kind of thing a lot, though, for his job.” She looked round to see Scott happily chatting to a couple of people and suddenly realised that maybe he wouldn’t appreciate losing his anonymity right now. So she fudged it. “He’s in… outdoor pursuits” she invented rapidly “really extreme stuff. In, uh, Australia.”

“Unless he can show me a qualification… the insurance company would string me up if something happened.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do?”

She knew the disappointment was showing on her face and the wheedling was beneath her. She wouldn’t usually push, but… she glanced back over at Scott… she had a sense that he might need this as much as she did today. Mentally slapping herself for being outrageous but ploughing ahead anyway she pulled out her best puppy dog expression and watched Gary crumble.

“He’ll have to go tandem. I’ll take him. And he needs to do the E-learning first.”

“I’m sure that would be fine!”

The stocky instructor approached Scott who stood to attention, being about 8 inches taller than Gary she could see his reaction over the shorter man’s head. Estera could guess the order of conversation from his open-book facial expressions - the grin and sparkling eyes would be in response to “you can jump”, the slight frown probably meant the news that he’d have to go tandem had been delivered and the hastily suppressed cringe was very likely indicative of worse news re the e-learning requirement. Scott nodded seriously, said something she couldn’t hear and accepted the offered tablet, immediately starting to read.

“Tez!”

She jogged over.

“When he’s finished that you brief him on the geography. And get him kitted up.” Gary looked pointedly at Scott’s very-much-not-BASE-Jump-Association-approved trousers and sighed pointedly. “At least his shoes are alright.”

Scott was sat on the footplate of the van, studiously focussed on the iPad but she was sure he blushed slightly. Gary marched off to oversee the setting up of the jump point.

“In fairness I have done far crazier things in similar trousers.”

She tried and failed to suppress a snort of laughter. “I’m sorry… I’m sure if you told him who you were he’d let you do what you liked.”

Scott smirked. “I did consider it. But… he’s not actually wrong. I don’t know any of your equipment, we do a LOT of training with ours. I don’t know the jump site and it isn’t as if I can scan it to get the data to an HUD. It would be pretty awkward if I misjudged and ended up a greasy smudge on the Devonshire coastline… given the day job.” He jerked his head in the direction Gary had disappeared in “Apparently the paperwork would ruin his week.”

Estera spluttered and he grinned up at her. “Just promise me you won’t tell a soul? I’ll never hear the end of it if Gordon or Alan find out. Anyway TEZ…” she screwed up her face at the awful nickname and he winked “aren’t you supposed to be briefing me?”

She pointed at the iPad and tapped her foot. He shrugged.

“I can take in both. Go ahead.” The last two words had a certain… commanding quality to them. Which she guessed made sense. Given the day job.

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“John. I believe there might be a Situation with Scott.”

John nearly inhaled his crème d’oursin and was halfway to his feet before his brain engaged. It was entirely possible he was catching the smotherhen from Scott. Penny had of course remained composed and asked EOS to elaborate.

“Certainly, Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward. I have been monitoring the life signs at the coastal location his rental vehicle reached. There are 16 life signs and I believe one represents Scott Tracy and another is highly likely to be Estera Hermaszewska.”

“Is he injured?

“It appears not, John.”

John placed his cutlery down delicately. “EOS… why? I haven’t asked you to monitor him. In fact I believe Scott specifically asked you not to do so.”

“Scott asked me not to monitor his vitals and location via his personal comm unit. He did not make any reference, positive or negative, to remote monitoring of his vehicle and its environs.” The AI’s voice had a petulant edge to it.

“Reference spirit of the law versus the letter of the law”

A few seconds passed.

“Oh.”

“You still haven’t explained why you are monitoring.”

“I am interested in the development of human friendships and believe Scott Tracy and Estera Hermaszewska would make an informative study. I am simultaneously monitoring three weather fronts, a wild fire in Peru, a developing coup in a Eurasian separatist state and I have learned 14% of the rules of cricket.”

“Still going on the cricket, EOS? It’s been a week?”

“I am determined to master it, John. It is the only sport where my understanding remains incomplete.”

John nodded and glanced at Penny who had been holding her napkin to her lips for rather longer than necessary to wipe the non-existent food residue from her face.

“Dare I ask what the Situation that concerns Scott is, EOS?”

“Yes, John.”

A pause. He clarified:

“What is the Situation, EOS?”

“All 16 life signs appear to have fallen over 100 vertical metres from the clifftop to the beach, John. All 16 remain viable and highly mobile which is anomalous in the circumstances.”

John frowned and ran a quick search on popular outdoor pursuits at the location. Then nodded. And sighed deeply.

“EOS, you need to stop monitoring Scott. He won’t thank you.”

“But John, what about…?”

“The only cause for concern here is that my eldest brother has found a friend as ridiculous as he is.”

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Scott leapt back in surprise and cursed loudly as the frigid water did its best to give him immediate frostbite.

Their harnesses and other equipment had been abandoned along with their shoes just above the tideline. The thrill-seeking group were dealing with the adrenaline comedown by rolling their trousers above the knees in order to sample the waters of the English Channel in late April. Which was clearly a lot closer to the Arctic Circle than his knowledge of geography had previously suggested.

He mock-glared at Estera who was unflinchingly shin deep in the gentle surf and doubled over laughing at him.

“Can’t we just jump off the cliff again?”

“I thought you lived by the sea?”

“Not this kind of sea!” Oops that was edging closer to a whine than he was proud of. Come on Tracy, man up.

He edged cautiously back to where the waves lapped over the pebbles and gritted his teeth to suppress the shudder as the nerves in his toes gave up and died on the spot.

“Last night I went for a swim and it was 72 degrees…” he quickly converted “about 22 Celsius.”

“Aaah this would be about 10.”

That figured.

“You should come back at Christmas, it’s tradition to swim in it on Boxing Day, sometimes we break the ice to do so.”

“Yep, I’m increasingly convinced the British are insane.”

She kicked icy water at him. He shrieked in an incredibly macho way and responded in the only way a self-respecting Commander, CEO and Responsible Big Brother could:

Competitively.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #tb estera #estera #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #EOS #The Commander and the Murderbot #John Tracy #cricket is unnecessarily complicated #i got a bit carried away #but enjoyed myself

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I need to know the process of max and daniel telling people in glitter. I mean, obviously there were 80 billion people who found out based on everyone being at their wedding, them casually mentioning it at f1 shoots, obviously the teams knowing, etc, but the key first reveals? Who knew, how they told them, how they took, etc, I want to know all! Also, I want all the insight of them in 2022 that you’re up for sharing with how they navigated the emotional minefield there, because the snippet you shared about the two shows such a interesting glimpse into max being in the peak of his career while his boyfriend is falling and suffering and barely eating and forcing smiles when he’s never had to before. Sorry, two very broad questions in one ask, but since we as outsiders don’t have the details, I definitely have some curiosities around these bigger topics.

Final, actually more specific question: how is Daniel with the cats?

yes, i will say that this socmed format def has one downfall and it's not being able to share the deeper details but i am very happy to just dump all of this here, hope this satisfies some of your curiosities anon!

how max and daniel tell everyone:

charles is absolutely the first person max and daniel tell, and that's just because he was the first person to catch an inkling that they may want to be more than friends. that's done with a facetime with max and daniel (which is in ch 3, charles' post). he was basically the driving force to getting maxiel together-- they got together after daniel invited max to stay in his house in perth during COVID, there’s a kookaburra called gary that taunts max to make the first move, it’s a whole thing--charles basically forced daniel to invite him over. but also, there are definitely drivers who thought they were already dating, here's a snippet from the new year's day fic, a conversation between daniel and nico hulkenburg during singapore, 2019.

Are you two okay? We’re fine I know you don’t like talking about him but you’re okay right? It’s awful when you fight with your partner, but I guess it’s worse for you cause you have to race him the next day. Nico What We’re not dating Oh Did you think I was dating Max this whole time?! Does Max know that

i don’t think they tell the rest of the drivers, probably just the ones they’re close with. if charles knows, pierre knows. when max told alex he was going to stay in australia, he laughed really loudly, gave a pat on the back to max and said “charles told me you two were always weird about each other” and walks away. so make of that what you will. they don’t tell george, he finds out from someone and feels instantly betrayed as leader of the daniel ricciardo fanclub but gets over it quickly. no one tells sebastian but they both get a “Congratulations. — Sebastian” text one random day.

max’s sister instantly finds out when he doesn’t come back to europe for lockdown. daniel doesn’t tell his mum till max has left to go back to the UK before the season starts again, but she already knew (he wore a red bull shirt with 33 on it whilst they socially distanced exchanged food with each other).

the red bull team find out during a meeting where daniel walks through the living room with a basket of laundry. they don't say anything there, but daniel receives a vague message from a number he doesn't recognise basically being like treat him right etc etc (it's GP.) the renault team were under the impression that they were dating the whole time, so no shock from them.

but i think for the first two years (2020-2022) they try and keep it as much as a secret as they can, especially because of how turbulent their careers were at that time. when daniel has his pseudo 6 month sabbatical and is back with red bull, that’s when they slowly start to talk about their relationship around everyone more. (with the help of some very strong NDAs i imagine to stop stuff from leaking. but people probably respect them enough to not leak. it’s a fictional universe, people are nicer here.)

2022:

2022 is a real turning point for them. as you put very nicely, max is at the peak of his career, daniel has never been lower. i think for both of them it's a do or die point of their relationship--i think they were kind of stuck in this honeymoon period during the first year of the relationship, but daniel going through a depressive period snaps them both out of it. obviously, i can only speak for my own fictionalised daniel ricciardo and my own experiences, but i think he just slowly stops trying. like here's what i wrote, and i think it just encapsulates what daniel feel internally throughout the year:

“Sometimes I think you are not angry enough about it. You used to fight back everything you did not like at Red Bull and now Lando says you just sit there in meetings and accept all the bad things they’ve thrown at you.”

he’s tried being nice about it, he’s tried being angry about it and none of it works, so why try anymore? but also this is when max realises that daniel needs something tangible for him to realise that max is in it for the long run, which is how the tattoo is born. it doesn’t fix all their problems, time will help, but it’s a nice thing. he doesn’t tell max but max getting a no.3 tattoo is basically a marriage proposal in his eyes and frankly it is—if someone came up to me and was like hey i got a tattoo of your racing number 3 next to where you always place your hand on me and when they’re together it reads 33 which is my racing number, i would’ve dragged their ass to the nearest government office and got married right there, but that’s just me—the actual proposal is probably in early 2023, and it’s max who proposes whilst they go on a bushwalk, he knew that daniel has bought a ring recently and wanted to catch him off guard. (proposal pic is daniel’s post on august 5th in ch3)

daniel and the cats:

the cats definitely hate him at first (i have genuinely never heard a nice, calm story from jimmy and sassy). they destroy his shoes by playing with the shoelaces, only sit on daniel’s clean laundry, sleep on his side of the bed (cats are vindictive like that) but after a couple weeks of this behaviour they probably realise that daniel’s not going anywhere. they like him more when he buys some super duper expensive cat treat and max comes to the conclusion his boyfriend has stolen the hearts of his cats.

#tw: depression #tw: mental health #glitter on the floor #asks #GOTF asks

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storyshark2005 · 5 months

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FIC - (Carraville, WIP)

[the gap between crack and thunder]

📖 Read the first two chapters here

Summary:

"No one wants to grow up and be a Gary Neville." -- Jamie Carragher (in real life) Also Jamie Carragher (in this story, eventually): - Gets unwillingly divorced = LOSES at marriage - Has a crisis re: divorce - Has a crisis re: his own 'Gary Neville's best mate' status - Accidentally has sex with his pundit/partner/best mate - Realises he might be more over his failed marriage than he thought - Realises he might want to keep having sex with his pundit/partner/best mate - Must figure out how to WIN his pundit/partner/bestmate/boyfriend Read this fic in progress to WATCH HIM WIN!!!

Here's a little preview!

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Jamie claps Gary around the shoulder and by the time they get to the set, Jamie’s ready and willing to play into the immediate ribbing session that Wrighty, Roy, and Jill throw his way. Jill asks if he was late because of his extra elocution lessons, and everyone laughs. She’s learning to get stuck in with the banter, is Jill.

Beckham’s in Jamie’s seat, next to Gary. So Jamie has to jokingly-not-jokingly tell him to move. Beckham, although annoying and a bit dim, is nothing if not amenable.

“No worries, my mistake,” he laughs, settling down at the end of the table between Jill and Roy. When Jamie sits, the seat’s still warm from Beckham’s bum. Ugh.

“That’s the special guest spot!” Gary beams at his old teammate. He pockets his phone, scooting his chair slightly closer to Jamie’s. “The camera angle’s better there, anyway.”

Wrighty jokes there are no bad camera angles on David Beckham. Everyone laughs. He is as annoyingly handsome as Jamie remembers. He’s got a few more tattoos maybe. Half of them are just the word ‘Victoria’ in different languages, or annoying platitudes like ‘Dream Big’ and ‘Be Unrealistic’.

“I told you!” Wrighty laughs, elbowing Roy. “I told you he’d say something!”

“It’s where I’m meant to sit! I’m the co-host!” Jamie says, trying to keep his voice from cracking up to falsetto.

“You are not!” Gary fires back, askance. “You’re one of our regular panellists, same as Wrighty and Roy and Jill.”

Jill grimaces thoughtfully. “I mean he’s a bit right, what with him always sittin’ next to you, Gary. And you’re a bit of a double-act these days, anyway. So it’s sort of a ‘co-host by association’ situation, I’d say.”

“Exactly!” Jamie throws his hands.

Roy leans in to Beckham, nodding with his arms crossed. “See, they’re a little precious over each other these days.”

Gary laughs along, ears gone pink. Beckham looks delighted, smiling at Gary and then Jamie in turn, with his stupid sparkling hazel eyes expertly centred beneath his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

Smiling, even though Jamie’s winning. What a knob.

Gary clears his throat. “We all ready, then?”

The director peers up over one of the cameras. “If everyone could just kind of angle their chairs a bit more towards David? A bit more there, Jamie. Yeah, even a little more— alright, that’s fine. Gary, whenever you’re ready.”

Gary sits up a little straighter, his face does the little smooth-over bit it does whenever he’s about to go on camera.

“Right,” he says, and they’re off.

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📖 Read Ch 1 and 2 here

#fic excerpt #carraville #this has been exceptionally FUN #WIP #the gap between crack and thunder

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