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spookypete-94 · 8 months

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Beastie: Chapter #8 GhostxFem!reader

Slow burn, following MW2 storyline, eventually branching into my own. Warning for canon COD violence and language.

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The phone rang to Laswell. Who never did answer... making the rage within Y/N ignite further. What was she to do now? Why did Shepherd black ball her on this? She sat down the phone still in her hand, she didn't have a good feeling on this.

Alejandro sliding her door open made her finally look up from her pity party.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly walking in.

"Not your fault, just don't understand it."

"Graves wouldn't elaborate to all of us why either. You've worked hard Y/N, you're not a hinderance what so ever. I want you to know that."

"Thanks Colonel," she said looking up at him again. Out of the week they had worked together he had hardly used her real name, telling her he was trying to be genuine. "Really do appreciate it."

"We will be heading out here shortly, taking a main ship to take out three smaller boats for the teams that have been assigned." Alejandro briefed her. The spiteful side of her wanted to tell him to hold his breath, to not even waste his time, but she honestly was curious how it all was going to go down.

"Just, you all be careful, yeah?"

"Always," Alejandro nodded. "Rudy is staying here. He is going to work on vehicles if you want to help him." Alejandro offered to her. "I know you like having something to do."

"Thanks Alejandro, I appreciate it." She said getting up planning to head to the garage. She watched as he left towards the group leaving for the oil rig. Ghost and Soap turned to look at her, making her stop for a moment. Soap gave a small wave which she returned to the both. Her eyes lingering to Ghost who unbeknownst to her because of his mask was looking at her longingly.

"Let's roll out!" Graves yelled commanding the group. His voice making her blood boil, so she turned on her heel and headed to help Rudy.

"Beastieeeee," Rudy said in a playful way.

"'Sup Rudy," She said trying to help boost her state of mind.

"Come to help me did you?"

"Sure did, what can I do?"

"Bring me that tool kit over there." He said pointing to the black case on the tool bench.

Rudy was a great distraction. He never once brought up the mission or the fact that she wasn't allowed to attend. Instead, he would ask her a few things about her personal life asking if she was willing to talk about that stuff, in exchange he told things about his. She learned that he met Alejandro through the military becoming best friends working side by side. He had a wife with 3 kids, his home on the outskirts of Las Almas.

Hours passed by, as they listened to radio traffic start from Rudy's that was on his vest. His vest hooked around an old shop chair. It was mostly static due to the distance, but they could hear enough to know they were all close to the oil refinery.

"Weather sounds rough out there," Rudy noted.

"Right? Can't tell if it's the waves out there or if that is rain," Y/N said trying to decipher the noises. And just like clock work, thunder sounded off in the distance, telling her that rain was coming and more then likely the group was dealing with the elements on their mission.

Her phone was ringing in her pocket.

Laswell

"Hello?" Y/N

"Beastie, saw you had a missed call, heard the coordinates worked out to a oil refinery out in the Gulf. Are you on the way then?"

Y/N was speechless. Clearly Laswell wasn't told.

"Shepherd gave orders I wasn't to go."

".....What?" Laswell asked, shocked.

Y/N remained silent, already given her answer.

"Who told you this?"

"Graves."

"I was not notified," her voice now coated with anger.

"Are you surprised at this rate?"

"I'm going to call Shepherd." The line then went dead, Laswell abruptly hanging up.

"She didn't know?" Rudy looked up at her confused, sliding back up from the vehicle.

"Guess not," Y/N said, still staring down at her phone. It was now late around 1800. Peeking out the window, the black clouds that were approaching made it so much darker outside.

"Let's go find food, think most of the work is done." Rudy said getting up and brushing himself off. Out of habit he strapped his vest to himself.

In the kitchen, they had found some left overs in the large industrial style fridge. Rudy threw them in a pain to heat them up. Even for leftovers from the vigil, they were still quite tasty.

Y/N stayed close with him monitoring radio traffic still, worried about the main three men that she has bonded and worked side by side with.

"Sounds like they have it handled, think they located the missile and had to blow up the oil rig from what I understand." He said as the both stilled to listen to the traffic.

"All units RTB," Ghost said, crackling about every half second through his radio transmission.

"Should all be here in a couple of hours," Rudy said looking down at his watch.

Once more Y/N phone vibrated in her pocket.

"Laswell," Y/N answered knowing who it would be.

"Get out of there," her voice was serious, making Y/N's eyes flash over at Rudy, urgency now readable on her face. He also heard Laswell say it.

"What's happening?"

"I can't get Shepherd to answer, he has gone dark. I wonder if he has been tapping my phone conversations and knows what was said last night. I think he knows we are both suspicious of this whole mission."

"Shit," Y/N said, urgently heading to her room to gather her gear. "What do you think is happening?"

"I don't know, but I don't like it and I want you out of there."

"We have a safe house," Rudy said offering up a place to go. He was close enough to be able to listen to the phone call.

"Rudy says there is a safe house."

"Go with him," Laswell begged, happy to hear of an option.

"We're packing up now, I'm going to go dark. I'll find a way to get ahold of you." Y/N said quickly throwing the phone down on the floor and shattering it with her boot. She then pulled the SD card from it breaking it in half. Her vest was thrown on and her pistol on her thigh in it's holster. Sloppily, she threw her items in her bag, Rudy standing in the doorway peaking into the hallway, on guard. She slung her black tactical bag with her change of clothes, minor first aid items, and the jewelry set Ghost had paid for, on her back.

She racked one into her rifle and nodded to Rudy she was ready. "We go back out to the shop, take one of the trucks."

"Alright," she nodded, following him back out to the shop.

Yelling then started.

"Get on the ground!!"

"Fuuuuuck," Rudy hissed, halting, lifting his gun up and turning the corner.

It was Grave's shadows. It looked to be they were detaining the other Los Vaqueros.

"Quickly!" Rudy had whispered towards her. "Don't shoot unless needed, don't give us away."

She nodded, her adrenaline running high, her eyes looking at him wide.

The yelling only got louder and closer, as they stayed low and moved beside a side wall.

She was startled when someone grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back making her yell.

It was a Shadow, pulling her back by her vest, grabbing ahold of her radio as he did. Pulling a knife from her belt, she reached up cutting the arm of the Shadow.

"Fucking, Bitch!" The Shadow yelled at her. "Just need you to comply!" He said reaching for her again. She looked over at Rudy and saw him fighting with another Shadow. She pulled a smoke bomb off her vest and pulled the pin, dropping it between her and the Shadow she was fighting and pulled the other Shadow off of Rudy.

"Let's go!" Rudy yelled pulling her hand, the smoke bombs filling the building. She tried to keep up with him, but eventually lost grip with his hand. The smoke filled her sight and she wasn't sure where she was going now.

"Shit, shit, shit," she whispered starting to stress out. Her memory served her good as she found Rudy, but Shadows filled into the shop. Y/N started shooting them dropping a few, Rudy starting to do the same. The group finally stopped filling in, allowing Rudy and Y/N to get into a truck, Rudy as the driver.

Rudy floored it, throwing it into reverse and out of the garage they were in and started to head out of base through the back fence and into a gate. He didn't even bother wasting time to open the gate, forcing it down and driving over it with the truck.

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N turned to Rudy and asked. It was more rhetorical then anything.

"I don't know..." Rudy said quietly, stunned. The radios were then starting to go crazy. They both stayed silent and listened. From what they could tell, the members from 141, meaning Ghost and Soap, had somehow got away from Graves, but not on good terms. They were hunting the city for them. She couldn't just leave them.

"....Rudy." She said quietly. This made him turn to look at her.

"Beastie, no." He was giving her a side eye.

"I can't leave them.."

Rudy sighed, slowing the truck down. Y/N looked at him telling he was conflicted. "Go to the safe house. Maybe Alejandro is there."

He looked over at her giving a harsh face before pulling an old napkin out of the glove box. "These are the coordinates and directions to the safe house heading out of town. Take this truck, I'm going to go get one of the armored one's that we have parked and take it in to the safe house." He turned the truck around and headed to an old building not too far off from the Vaqueros base.

"It's gonna be alright Rudy," she said in a tone trying to convince him and herself.

"You better stay alive, or I am never going to forgive you or myself."

"See you soon," she said smiling to him as he got out of the truck and headed to where she assumed the armored truck was stored at.

Y/N slipped the older truck into drive and started towards town. She listened to the radio chatter trying to hear any update between the Shadows about Soap or Ghost. All she could hear was them talking trash or expressing their concerns, so instead she started flipping channels in the off chance Soap and Ghost were talking to each other... and sure enough.

"Church is on the northside of town. Get there," She heard Ghost's gravely voice.

"Yes sir," Soap said, his voice exhausted.

She reached for her mic to key up, realizing it was broke from the struggle with the Shadow at the base. "Fuck," she growled, "Go figure." The wire was frayed at the mic, the button bashed into itself not allowing her to key up.

Y/N ducked her head down to try to find a building tall to look through the windshield trying to find a building she would consider a church... What are the odds she could get the truck as close as possible? Pushing her luck she creeped into the further north side of town heading south bound towards the church. From the way she entered into town she was unseen by Graves and his Shadows. Most of them on the south side of town. Slowly, she let the truck roll further past the gate of what she assumed was the church. She turned the truck off, pulling the keys out so they didn't cause the truck to ding placing them in a cup holder. She slowly dropped out of the vehicle leaving the door open not wanting to alert anyone by closing it.

She made herself small, rifle still in her hands as she crouched down. No way she was going to clear the main gate, she pulled on it seeing it was locked. She stood on the brick wall of the gate and pulled herself up one of the shorter ones. She wanted to call out to Ghost, but didn't want to alert anyone else if they were around. Inching little by little she pushed the front door open a bit letting it breath before she stepped in. Instantly, someone had her arm pulling her to the ground and pinned, "Ghost! Ghost!" she yelled hoping it was him unable to see her attacker, pulling her gater mask down as she did. She only hoped if it was him she could get him to stop before he ended her.

"It is you," she heard him grumble, her breathing now ragged. She could see a knife in his hand that he sheathed. He reached a hand picking her up off the ground. "I really didn't think it could be you. ..Sorry." She sighed relieved taking his hand, standing back up.

"What the fuck happened?" she asked him.

"Graves turned."

"He took over the Vaqueros base. Rudy gave me this. It's instructions on how to get their safe house." She said handing him the napkin. He glanced down at it, reading it briefly.

"Rudy got out?"

"I believe we were the only two that did. Laswell called and tipped us off, said Shepherd went dark. She seems to think he was listening to our phone conversations. So I think he knows I don't trust him and think there is more to this then what he is letting on."

"Clearly." He said dryly. "You hurt at all?" his voice now showing concern.

"No, my radios broke though. Been listening to you and Soap but can't key up, asshole folded my mic in. You both sound like an old married couple," she quipped. This made Ghost shift, his eyes changing shape as he looked down at her.

"Trying to keep him moving, think he's injured. There was gunfire between the altercation with Graves and his men at the front gate and think he was hit. They took Alejandro in custody."

This made her stomach drop. "Rudy was hoping he made it to the safe house."

"I doubt he did, if he is even still alive."

Y/N sighed, more anxiety filling her bones.

"You hurt at all?"

"No," Ghost answered in a low rumble. She sighed, backing up from her further to get a better look at him comfortably instead of having to crane her neck up to look at him.

"So what exactly happened that you got separated from Rudy?"

"We didn't exactly get separated. I heard the radio traffic that you and Soap bailed off into the city, and they were searching for you both. Told Rudy to get to the safe house in case Alejandro was there or on the way."

"You came back for us?" Ghost said taking a step forward closing that gap she had reclaimed earlier, looking down at her intensely again. She could tell by his tone that he either was shocked or had admiration for her for doing so. She just couldn't tell which since his face was covered.

"Couldn't leave you." She muttered up to him. "Couldn't leave you both." she clarified. " I didn't know what was happening." Rambling again, trying to distract herself from her nerves that he gave her.

She watched as he lifted his right arm, his gloved hand finding her face where it then held her cheek. His thumb running over her lower lip. This seeming to be his signature move to her. Like he knew it raised the hair on her skin. She could only stare up at him in wonder, unable to break eye contact with him.

"Ghost," Soap spoke across the radio, ruining the small moment.

"Yeah?" Ghost said back. Y/N turned her down to cut off the feedback from hers.

"Made it to the tunnels."

"Beastie is here."

"Beastie?" Soap asked surprised.

"Said that her and Rudy got out. Rudy isn't here though."

"Glad they are alright."

"Follow the tunnels, you're close." Ghost said climbing up towards the tower to do overwatch.

Y/N followed him, climbing the steps trying to keep up with his pace.

"We can use the truck to get out of here to get to the safe house."

"Mmm." Was all Ghost said setting up with his sniper rifle, giving her at least the acknowledgment that he had heard her. The area began to crawl with Shadows, them knowing Soap was somewhere in this area. She laid next to Ghost, using the scope of her rifle to watch for Soap. Eventually he broke through a door out of shop where a Shadow was waiting for him. Ghost picked him off with no issue, but now their location was blown as some of the other Shadows ran towards the church. Heavy gunfire was being exchanged between Soap and the enemy.

Y/N dropped a few before Ghost stood up and radioed out that there were enemies breaking into the church. They both ran out of the building and into the courtyard. Ghost grabbed ahold of her by her waist, hoisting her up allowing her to grab the bar and pull herself over. As soon as she dropped to the ground, she had her rifle up to cover Ghost's back. He ran back a few feet before full board sprinting to the gate, jumping on some pallets using them to clear it. Two Shadows popped out the front which she quickly dropped. They both met Soap at the steps.

"That truck there!" she said pointing and signaling to Soap that was where they needed to go.

It was a struggle, but eventually they reached it. Y/N piled in Soap taking the passenger seat, Ghost in the driver's.

The back window was shot out behind them, throwing broken glass onto them. Soap leaned around with a rifle that he pulled off a Shadow, preparing to shoot, but Ghost threw it in reverse and ran them both over. Soap leaned around the both of them and shot another by the drivers side. That was when Y/N noticed the gun shot wound on his left arm. Ghost threw it in drive, launching them forward roughly as the slammed into a gate, spidering the windshield. His arm jerked forward holding her leg in place, trying to keep her from jumbling around the cab.

"Did it go all the way through?" she asked Soap lifting it look.

"I think so."

She noticed the small hole where it did in fact exit.

"Did it go into your side at all?" She peaked running her hand looking for more blood or signs it was lodged in his ribs.

"No, don't know if vest blocked it or if it was when I fought with the one on the ground."

"Gonna pack it for now, will look it over when we get parked." Y/N said pulling the bag off of her carefully trying to not hinder Ghost while he was driving. She cleaned it with hydrogen peroxide to the best of her ability, holding gauze to it trying to slow the bleeding. With the best finesse she could, she wrapped the gauze around it tightening it.

"Thanks Beastie."

"Any time." She said grinning. "I want to punch you in the arm so damn bad."

"Please don't," Soap whined at her covering her arm.

She chuckled leaning back in her seat. To say packed in like a can of sardines would be an understatement. The very large men had her squashed in the middle, but without even realizing it, she scooted closer to Ghost feeling more comfortable with him. Soap leaned his head against the window, exhaustion making him close his eyes for a bit.

"You should try to sleep some too," Ghost said looking at her out of the corner of her eye.

"And miss time with you? Where is the fun in that?"

She could tell he was chuckling, shaking his head as he did.

"Don't ever change." He said looking down at her.

"What do you mean by that?"

"The fact you can run your mouth so well without pissin' anyone off. Don't lose that."

This made her quiet, her face flushing as she looked up at Ghost. The stars shinning right back at him making his do the same even if she couldn't tell. She then leaned her head against his arm, taking it upon herself this time to show whatever kind of affection she could. Closing her eyes, she tried to rest as best as she could.

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ceilingfan5 · 1 year

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laughing, for @taznovembercelebration

Istus has noticed a lot about Kravitz’s new little friend, Taako. She’s noticed that they’ve bonded very quickly, and that Kravitz is coming home from first grade a lot happier than he did kindergarten. She’s noticed that they spend all their time together and can’t seem to get tired of one another. She’s noticed he’ll wear the same clothes several days in a row, and that he’ll never, ever refuse a snack, or a second snack, or a third. She’s noticed the big-eyed stare he gets on his face when she and Raven are sweet on him, how stunned and pleased he is when Kravitz grabs his little hand to run around and pretend that the carrots in the chicken and stars soup gave them magic wizard powers.

They’re good for each other, she decides, and she and Raven have an understanding that Taako, as well as his twin, are always, always welcome, although they appreciate a heads-up when it’s going to happen.

The funny thing about kids is they make you incredibly aware of the passage of time, and Raven and Istus had Kravitz late in their lives anyway, so every time Istus turns around, they seem to be getting bigger. Her darling baby gets taller and broader, though he always stays soft around the middle, precious thing, and she finds herself slipping a hand-me-down into Taako’s backpack here and there. It’s okay if he has to cuff the jeans–at least they aren’t falling apart at the seams.

Those sweet boys grow together like fungi and algae, and they’re lichen each other a lot. Fewer kids come to Kravitz’s birthday party every year, until it’s just Taako, and that makes her chest ache, but she and Raven use it as a full excuse to spoil the boys, and Taako’s family never seem to care what they do, especially if Lup gets to join them, if she doesn’t have a birthday party to go to. One year they go to the big zoo in the next state over, and they spend over an hour in the aquarium section of the park. She watches Taako do cartwheels, watches the dolphins mirror him, watches Kravitz watching Taako with absolute delight. Raven tells her they don’t need to buy out the gift shop, but hell, what is money for if you can’t plaster the world’s biggest smile on a couple of bright-eyed kids very seriously drafting a custody arrangement for a life-sized stuffed dolphin?

They even fall asleep on it on the long drive home.

Halloween and Christmases and pizza nights and study sessions and sleepovers pass like blurry cows out the window of a moving vehicle, and they grow up, grow closer, grow to understand the world a little deeper. Taako figures it out first, of course, clever little beastie. Poor Kravitz has a long series of accidental girlfriends he didn’t know how to say no to. Poor Kravitz googles “how to break up with a girl” and asks about the Girlfriend Rules, serious as the grave. Poor Kravitz has to heal things with his best friend over and over, clueless as to why Taako’s so upset, and refuses to explain.

“I just wish I was gay, so I could marry Taako and never have to deal with this again,” he grumbles, too big for a bedtime story but too soft and sweet to let go of the comforting routine. Raven has it written all over her face, but Istus manages to hold her off. Raven chews through parenting article after parenting article that night, and Istus looks over her reading glasses and laughs softly.

“We should tell him,” she says.

“He’ll figure it out,” Istus promises.

And he does, although it gets harder and harder not to say anything without him bringing it up first. And by the time he does, Taako’s gotten himself a football boy from the other high school, and Kravitz bemoans the fact that he wouldn’t want to go to the stupid dance if Taako wasn’t going, and they always used to have a sleepover and laugh about the weirdos who liked that kind of thing, and what a horrible betrayal it was that Taako wouldn’t talk to him about this first, and why would he do such a thing?

And Istus just looks at him, and dawn breaks slow and steady and cold on his face, and he flops back on his bed and lets all the air out of his body in one long raspberry.

“Permission to swear?” he says, which he hasn’t bothered to do since he was twelve.

“Granted,” Istus says, of course.

“Fuck,” he says, barely a breath, hardly audible, more than fair.

“I think we can help you come up with a plan,” Istus says, and she and Raven and Kravitz pick him out a tasteful suit, gangly now, who knows how he’s suddenly taller than Raven, and they order flowers, and Kravitz drafts a letter he doesn’t show them. And the night of the dance, they drive him to the school, and soothe his nerves, and promise him it’ll be alright. And they do the hardest part, the most important part, the part of parenting that comes again and again and hurts every time: they let go.

Istus waits for the text for a ride home, and it doesn’t come, and at eleven thirty pm, she hears the door open, and soon they’re laughing in his bedroom again, and she knows it’ll be okay.

They’re good for each other.

#taakitz #taakitz fic #taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #taznc #i cried

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 15 days

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It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me... (Chapter 2)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Numerous SPN Characters

Summary:

Who said Hunters can't be domesticated...

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Hunterverse AU, Polyamory, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Additional Tags to Be Added

Notes:

We get our first POV switch in this chapter. Happy Reading Heathens!

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Your little caravan of American muscle trudges down the long dirt road to your isolated cabin in the woods. You’re curled up along Sy, per usual, as he ran point in his matte black ‘67 Ford F100. Dean and Sam following closely in Baby while Walter and Curtis hold up the rear in your ‘family’ vehicle, a Dark Gray Dodge Durango.

The tree lined road opens up to a large clearing where your home proudly sits. Soft light emanates from the living room window, letting you know the timer you have set up for your dogs is working properly. Sy pulls to a stop beside your detached two car garage and rolls down the window, signaling Walter to park in the garage and for Dean to follow suit.

Killing the engine, he places a kiss to the top of your head as he rolls the window back up. “Come on babygirl. Let’s go be hospitable and what not. Plus you know Jet and Booga are just itchin to get out and run.”

You pull away from his shoulder nodding as you stretch out your sore work muscles. He climbs out of the cab and holds out a massive hand for you to hold on to. As soon as you place your hand in his he tugs you forward into his arms. “Wrap those gorgeous thighs around my waist sugar. You’ve been on your feet all night. If I let you walk all the way into the house you know Walter will have my hide.”

“Since when do you care about what Walter may do?” You look up at his face with a quirked brow.

“You’re right. I don’t. But I do enjoy spoiling you when I can, so just let me carry you inside without any lip just this once.” He huffs.

“Beasty. All you had to do was say you wanted to show off all this burly muscle in front of my ex.” You chuckle out.

“Ha ha. Very funny. Always with the quips. That mouth has and will continue to get you in trouble little one.” He gripes.

You firmly wrap your legs around his wide torso, placing your hands along the nape of his neck so you can run your fingers through the prickly hairs of his buzzcut. “Promise?” You bite your bottom lip as a low growl emits from his chest, vibrating against your core.

He slams the door closed and pins you to the truck, twisting his fingers in your hair and arching your head back and to the side, exposing your neck. Before you know it, his sharp fangs are scraping against your pulse point as he latches on to your sweet spot. You can’t help but let out a little whimper.

You feel him smile against your flesh before he pulls back and catches your glazed over eyes. “Come on pretty girl. Better get inside. Everyone is waiting at the door.” You turn towards the door confused. “You know they won't let anyone into our space they don’t personally know without you. United front remember.”

“Right.” You nod your head once. “Let’s get on with it then. I’m exhausted. Make haste fair stead.”

He smacks your ass at the remark and makes his way to the four men waiting at the door.

“Her legs giving her trouble or are you having one of your caveman moments?” Curtis sass’ Sy.

“Do I really need a reason to have her wrapped all around me?” Sy volleys back.

“Alright, Beasty. Set me down so we can get inside already. I can hear Jet and Booga scratching at the door to be let out.” You interrupt their bickering before it escalates.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Walter unlocks the door and pushes it open, releasing a flurry of fur as it whizzes by the six of you down the stairs.

“Whoa. What the fuck was that?” Dean asks in shock.

“That.” You point toward the yard where an Irish Wolfhound and a Blue Nose Pit sniff along the ground, looking for places to mark. “Would be our home security. The tall scraggly one is Jet and the stocky one is Booga. Don’t mind them. They’ll come back in when they're ready. Now how about a tour?”

You head inside, stopping in the middle of your living room, arms spread, giving a little turn. “This is the main living slash family room. It’s where the pups spend most of their time so excuse the dog hair while you binge Netflix.”

You saunter over to your modest kitchen, open the fridge and pull out a pitcher of sweet tea placing it on the counter as Walter cages you in with his large frame, pulling out glasses from the cabinet above. “The kitchen is small but it gets the job done. Tea anyone?”

“I’ll take some.” Sam responds.

You pour him a glass and hand it over to him, leaning back into Walter as you make you both a glass, like you do every night. You turn your head toward the glass patio doors. “We typically eat out on the porch, weather permitting of course. Tonight’s looking to be a clear sky so once this tour is finished I’ll pour a nightcap to indulge under the stars. It really is the loveliest of views.”

You scoot under Walters bicep and make your way down the hall. “We have one main guest room. That’ll be the last door on the left. We have a bed set up in the study so it counts as one too I guess.” You shrug your shoulders. “First door on the right. The second door is the bathroom. You’ll have to share but you’re used to that already. Let’s take a look at the study so you can decide who goes where.”

You stand in the door frame as you hold an arm out to usher Sam and Dean in. The room is filled with floor to ceiling built in bookcases stacked with lore. Tucked into the corner is a custom made bed, framed by more built-in shelves full of books. It looks like a cozy place to curl up. You watch Sam’s eyes light up as they scan the study in its entirety. “I’ll be sleeping here. I don’t care that technically you’ll have more space Dean. I want to get my hands on all this lore as much as possible.”

You just laugh and shake your head. “I had a feeling the bibliophile in you would wind up in here.” You head back down the hall to the set of stairs at the end. “Up these stairs are our room and en suite.”

“You guys use the whole floor for a room and bathroom?” Dean inquiries.

“It’s more of a loft space, but yes we do. Seemed the most logical, seeing as how we all need to fit in one bed.” Curtis states succinctly. Dean just grunts in response as you pass him by back down the hall.

“We also have a gym out in the barn behind the garage. These assholes all get up at an ungodly hour naturally and have all this energy. You can usually find them out there before breakfast. You’re welcome to use it at any time. We keep an extra key for it next to the leashes in the kitchen.”

You grab the good whiskey and head out on the porch. The men follow suit and find themselves all a place to sit. Sy sets down a tray filled with highball glasses. You begin to pour a generous amount in each. “Just past the barn I have a little greenhouse where I grow everything one may need in our main line of work. So if you need anything for a spell or ritual, just let me know.”

You head over to sit on the wicker couch between Sy and Walter as you all lounge back and converse over good whiskey and the night sky. At some point Curtis slips back inside the house and heads up to your en suite. He grabs all the essentials needed to run you a soothing bath. He knows how tired your muscles are after a night of running the bar. Not to mention the nerves and stress he knows you're trying to hide with the return of your ex. You’ve been open with them about what happened between you two and they know how hard this must actually be for you having him here.

When the tub is filled to his satisfaction he heads back downstairs to retrieve you. Slinking up behind you sat on the couch, he leans in and places a kiss behind your ear before whispering “Got a nice hot bath waiting for you sweetheart. Come on, let's get you relaxed.”

A sweet smile spreads across your face as you address the men around you. “You’ll have to excuse me. I seem to have a hot date with a relaxing bath. Sleep well when you finally make it inside. Oh and don't drink all my good shit.” You narrow your eyes at Dean at that sentence, he holds his hands up placating you.

Your bears, kiss each of your cheeks just before Curtis scoops you up and carries you inside up to your waiting bath.

You're completely unaware of the pair of emerald green eyes that follow you until you disappear from sight. A look of longing and regret filling them before vanishing with the finishing gulp of his current glass of whiskey.

Curtis gently places you in the tub. The smell of lavender and sandalwood wafting into the air as you swirl your fingers through the myriad of neon colors your galaxy bath bomb has produced.

You hum quietly to yourself before turning to your stoic lumberjack, leaning over the edge of the tub. "You know what would make this bath even better, Axe man?"

He leans his frame against the counter. "What would that be, Dew Drop?"

"If I had a big warm chest to lay against instead of this cold porcelain." You gave him your most innocent look. All doe eyed and soft.

He quirks that stern brow at you. Trying to resist the temptation of your body and sweet disposition.

You will not be swayed. Not tonight. You push out your bottom lip just the slightest. "Please, Sir. Don't you want to help me relax properly."

He sighs, arms dropping from across his chest. "Look at you being all soft. How can I resist such a sweet face?" You smile triumphantly as he begins to undress.

He climbs in behind you, pulling you in between his legs to rest your back against his torso. You close your eyes and let your muscles relax, giving in to the warmth and safety you feel. His fingers dance along your skin in a soothing rhythm. “Mmm. That feels nice.”

“Good. You need to relax. I know Dean being here is bringing back things for you.” You open your mouth to protest. “Uh uh. I’m not accusing you of anything or worried about my place in your life. We know where we stand with you. Things didn't end well for the two of you and that brings baggage along with it automatically. I can only imagine how he must be feeling not only seeing you again but finding you all domesticated with us when his try at the apple pie life didn't really work out.”

“I don’t want to hurt him though. Do you think I did the wrong thing inviting them to stay with us?” You timidly respond.

He lazily draws random patterns along your collarbone. “No baby, I don't. You wanted them to be safe and there is no other place safer than ours for miles. We’ve housed hunters before. It’s no big deal. Even if he is someone you still might have feelings for.”

“Curtis!” You slap his forearm.

“What? I’m not upset by it. You can’t tell me there aren't residual feelings there. You are very capable of loving more than one person at once. Our little quad proves that. What’s so wrong with still having feelings for him?” He queries at you.

“He took my love for him for granted C. Then he went and tore my heart out regardless of if I was grieving as well. It took too long to trust my heart, let alone anyone else with it, after what he did. It’s not fair to you all, that after you helped me mend the frayed edges and feel safe to love again that he just waltz’ back in and my stupid heart cant help but beat a tiny rhythm for him still. It’s not fucking fair.” You’re starting to get agitated the more you speak about it.

“Hey. Hey. Calm down babygirl. It’s ok.” He wraps you tight in his arms, gently rocking you side to side. “You're right. It’s not fair. But you're also not alone. We can handle it all together. Whatever you want to do. Whatever way this sorts itself out. We’ll do it together.”

You turn in his arms, straddling his thighs so you can face him. You place your damp hands on his scruffy cheeks. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He strokes his thumb along your cheek, wiping away an errant tear before leaning forward and meeting your lips with his. What started out as a sweet and reassuring kiss is slowly heating up into a full blown make out session.

This is how Walter and Sy, having finished their drinks, find the two of you.

“Don’t mind us, we’re just gonna wash off the bar stench in the big shower. Continue this tantalizing show. It’s part of the reason we placed the tub where we did.” Sy wink’s in your direction as you come up for air, while he and Walter remove their clothes.

“I need to get clean too.” You pout. “A bath is great for relaxing, but it’s not the best for cleaning one's body.”

“What are you wanting Sunshine? Use your words.” Walter directs.

“I would like to shower with you and Beasty please, Sir.” You calmly state.

Sy groans as he turns the water on. “She said please, Walt. Someone is extra squishy tonight. This your doing, Axe man?”

“I think our girl is feeling a bit vulnerable with the extra house guests. Needs a little reassurance of her place with us.” Curtis imparts.

Walter, naked as the day is long, walks over to the tub and lifts you off of Curtis’ lap, wrapping your legs around his waist as he turns on his heel and heads into the large open shower.

You're still secure in his arms, the rainfall shower head cascading water down your chest as Sy approaches. “I’m more than happy to oblige any need you have, Sugar. Although right now I have a mighty need for a juicy midnight snack myself. Think you can help me out with that Walt.”

Before you can even think of a retort, Walter spins you around. Your back is now pressed against his chest, legs spread as far as they’ll go with his iron grip on your thighs. Pussy slick and glistening, an open invitation for Sy to feast upon.

He wastes no time getting on his knees and licking a slow stripe up your aching slit. “Mmmm. Sweetest little pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He teases your folds with his fingers and watches your little hole clench around nothing.

“Can never get enough.” He runs his thumbs along your lips and spreads you open before devouring you like the beast he is. He’s not holding back tonight, he wants you coming as quickly as possible. He slides two fingers inside you and curls them just so, to hit that soft spongy spot that turns your brain to mush.

You slap a hand down around his head, the other latches on to the nape of Walters neck, tugging the curls at the base as you climb closer and closer to an orgasm. You can feel him, hard as steel, resting against your back.

With a deep suck and a flick of his wrist you come hard, all over Sy’s face. He growls and moans as he savors every last drop you have to give him. He pulls back with a smug smirk on his face.

You open your mouth to give your Beasty a smartass comment, but all that comes out is a pitiful moan as Walter impales you on his length. You're still coming down from the wave of your first orgasm as your walls spasm around him and set you off once more.

Sy pulls you into a heated messy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You bite his lip and beg him to let you return the favor. “Please Sir. Let me suck your cock. I need your taste on my tongue. Need to feel you slide down my throat. Need my belly nice and full for bed.”

He nips your kiss swollen lips, growling as he pulls back to look at a blissed out Walter. “Hold her hips steady. You know how cock drunk she can get.” He lowers your head down to his angry engorged thickness, precum leaking down his length. You give a few kitten licks before opening your mouth wide, tongue flat, looking up at him with hungry lust blown eyes, signaling that your ready for him to fuck your mouth.

He slowly pushes in, allowing you to adjust until he hits the back of your throat, where you swallow and let out a little moan, causing him to flex his hips and push in deeper. “Fuck Sugar. This mouth is dangerous, ya know that? Feel so good lodged down your throat. I’m gonna fuck this throat so good. You ready baby?”

You nod your head as best you can, with your mouth overly full and place one hand on his thigh. With the other you reach back searching for Walter’s forearm, gripping his wrist, his hips are flush with your ass, cock buried to the hilt. With a look to each other they begin to move, thrusting in and out at a rhythm they have come to perfect over the years. When one thrusts in the other would pull out.

Per usual, your two bears were ruining you one deep stroke at a time, as they took what they needed from your body. You were nothing more than a mindless, cock drunk mess, only being held up by the massive mean ravaging your body. No thoughts, no memories, just pure bliss.

On one particular thrust Walter seems to pinpoint your sweet spongy spot, forcing a deep moan out of your throat as Sy thrust back in. “Fuck! Do that again Walt. Make her sing around my cock.” He does just that, making a target out of your g-spot, causing stars to dance before your eyes.

“You’re close, babygirl. This sweet little pussy is squeezing me so tight, trying to milk my cock. Want us to fill ya up baby? Just make a complete mess of you?” Walter grunts out between thrusts.

Sy pulls out so you can speak. “Please. Want to be full of my bears so bad, Sir.” You whimper out.

“Gonna need you to come all over my cock first babygirl. Come for us and we’ll fill you up real nice.” Walter demands.

That was all you needed to finally let go and explode. Writhing and squirming as you rode out the waves of your climax. Your screams muffled by Sy’s girth as they both continued their pace, prolonging your ecstasy and sending you even further into submissive bliss.

As you crest the next peak of your endless orgasm your men find their own ends. Spilling deep inside you, cocks buried as far as they can go, allowing your convulsing muscles to milk them dry. The large open shower fills with a cacophony of groans, moans, grunts and whimpers that echo off the tile, alerting Curtis, who was emptying the bath and tidying up the room, that playtime is over.

As you all come down from your highs and the men extract themselves with care from inside you, Curtis makes his way into he shower and over to your lax body. Ignoring his raging hard on, he scoops you up, kisses your forehead and proceeds to take you to the unoccupied side of the shower. He sets you down and begins to clean you up, taking extra care to gently cleanse your oversensitive skin. For such a rough and hardened man, he always seems to handle you with such tender care.

He leans you against the wall, holding you up with one hand as he quickly cleans away the day from his skin, with the other. Sy and Walter, having gotten their bearings back, go through the motions of cleaning themselves up as well. Now clean and satiated, Curtis picks you back up and carries you to your massive bed. His hard dick rubbing against your hip, pinned against his stomach as he makes his way. There is no way you're about to leave him to handle getting rid of it himself.

He places you in the center of the bed and turns to lay down to the right of you. As soon as he makes himself comfortable, you swing a leg over his thighs and pull yourself up to sit on his hips. He looks up at you with an arched brow. “Can I help you with something Dew drop?”

“Mmhmm”. You slowly lift your hips, notching your slick core over his leaking head and inch yourself down his massive girth, giving a little swivel of your hips as they touch his pelvis. “Fuck sweetheart, you feel so good wrapped around me, two cocks weren't enough for you tonight huh?”

You shake your head “Never enough. Couldn't leave my lumberjack unsatisfied now could I? Need to be full of all of you to be able to sleep peacefully.”

You ride him nice and slow, taking your time to bring you both up before you crash back down to the surface. He watches on with glazed over eyes full of lust and adoration. His roaming hands find they're a way to your collarbone, where calloused fingers gently wrap around the base of your throat. Pulling you down to his prone frame, he wraps a strong arm around your waist, holding you close as he takes control. Pistoning his hips, whispering filthy words laced with sweetness, until your velvety walls clamp around him in surrender and he coats them in his seed.

Body worn out and muscles relaxed, you lazily kiss as Sy and Walter, fresh from the shower, join you in bed. You lay your head on Curtis’ chest and melt into him, warming his cock as several sets of fingers dance along your spine, lulling you to sleep along with the steady thrum of the heartbeat beneath your ear.

With his room directly underneath yours, Dean, having headed inside right after Sy and Walter, can’t help but overhear you all together. Against his better judgment, he gives in to his body’s response and gets himself off to the free audio porn he’s being provided.

As he lays there, in the mess he's made of myself, he's inundated with thoughts of the past. He misses being the one to pull all those heavenly sounds out of you.

"Tsk, tsk there Deano. You better keep it quiet and look like we're just talking. Wouldn't want to get too much attention now would we?"

Currently her hand is in my pants. Her soft fingers wrapped around my stiff length. She’s slowly starting to move her hand up and down my long, hard shaft. Making sure to sweep her palm across my head every few strokes to gather up the precum leaking from the tip.

As she increases her speed, she looks over at me, eyes all innocent and nonchalant. "So, have you seen any good movies lately?" She has the balls to giggle, as she looks me in the eyes, my jaw clenched and eyes staring daggers into hers. Clearly trying desperately to stay quiet. She tightens her grip and I grab her wrist. Pinning her against me, stopping her hand from moving any further.

"Ready to cum already? That was quick." She quips.

I just smile. "More like, turnabout is fair play darlin’."

Before she can even fully register what is happening, my hand is down the front of her pants. My middle finger makes small circles against her sensitive clit. I watch as she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning. "Someone's playing dirty. This was supposed to be about you Dean."

"I just had to see you squirm for me." I declare, sinking my middle finger into her dripping pussy, curving it just right and making light strokes against her g-spot. "Now who's ready to take it someplace else?" I whisper against her ear and pull my hand out of her panties. Licking her juices clean off of my finger. "Mmmm even sweeter than I imagined".

"If you want an even better taste we're certainly gonna have to find some place a little more private." She tells me in a lust filled voice, pulling her hand out of my pants after one more slow and teasing stroke.

Wasting no time, I take her hand and head down the hallway. As we are about to pass the bathroom the door opens and I push us inside and turn the lock.

Grabbing her by the hips, I lift her up and onto the counter. "I wanted to take it slow with you, but you've got me so worked up that I have to have you right now." I pull her in and kiss her hard. Our tongues dance a tango together as she wraps her legs around my waist. Grinding her hot little cunt against the steel rod that's just begging to be released from the confines of my jeans. She moans into my mouth as I tangle my fingers in her hair, trying to get as close to her as possible.

We both come up for air, panting as we try to get our lungs to settle back down. "These leggings have got to go. Hold on to the counter and lift your ass up for me." She does as she’s told, I’ll need to remember that for future play times. In my excitement, I practically ripped them off, panties included.

I watch as she unbuttons my pants, sliding down the zipper, freeing my cock and dropping to her knees. She licks my head, savoring my abundant precum and I pull on her hair, making her look up at me, doe eyes full of lust. "As much as I want to watch and feel your mouth bob up and down on my dick, I need to be inside you right now." With me still in her mouth she swallows me down as far as she can take me before suctioning her way back up, releasing me with a pop and standing up.

"Turn around, put your hands on the sink and look into the mirror. I want you to watch me ruin you, darlin’." She turns around and slowly places her hands on the counter. Smacking her ass, I rub my dick up and down her soaked folds, teasing her before slowly sinking in and bottoming out, giving her a moment to accommodate me, watching her little pussy stretch out around my girth. She’s already whining as she begins to swivel her hips, clearly looking for some friction, as she looks back at me. "Fuck me, Dean. Please. I don't think I can last much longer. I need to be cumming around your cock."

I grab a fist full of her hair, turning her to face the mirror and begin moving my hips, fucking her hard and fast. This is going to be quick and dirty. Not at all what I wanted for tonight but she just feels too good clamping down on my dick. I can feel my balls slapping against her clit with each thrust making her whimper out from the pure ecstasy of it all. I'm staring into the mirror watching her face as her eyes roll back, swearing and moaning out while I fuck her hard from behind.

I throw my head back, enjoying how right this feels. "Fuck baby, your pussy is so damn tight, feels so good wrapped around my cock. You ready to cum for me? I need you to cum on my cock before I can cum down your throat."

As he is released from one of the many flashbacks he’s revisited over the years he gets up to clean up his spunk covered abdomen. Cleaning his fingers and torso free of his spend with baby wipes from his go back, he continues to let his mind wander.

One of his biggest regrets was choosing to go be with Lisa after Sam’s swan dive and letting you leave. He was too blinded by his grief and pain to notice he already had everything he ever wanted in you. He was a fool to never make it official or tell you he wanted so much more with you. Now it looks like he may not ever have the chance to make it right.

The aroma of sizzling bacon mixed with the thick scent of coffee beans rouses him from his fitful slumber. All night he was plagued with memories of the past and futures he may never see. Surprisingly a couple of those futures featured your little harem of men with the added bonus of him. Those thoughts certainly threw him for a loop. He always thought of himself as possessive and unable to share more than when sex was involved.

His stomach alerted him to his need for caffeine and sustenance. It’ll be fine. You can do this. So what if you may have screwed up the best thing that you never knew happened to you and you have to watch three other people get to have what you secretly crave.

He makes his way down the hall, stopping in his tracks at the entry to the kitchen as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. Elvis’ Reconsider Baby is playing from the Bluetooth speaker on top of the fridge. You're swaying your hips to the beat as you crack eggs into a pan. You're clearly relaxed and lost in the music as you carry on about making breakfast.

The vision of you is obscured by Sy strolling up behind you, hands on your hips, as he places a kiss to your neck before reaching over with his right hand to remove the skillet of bacon from the stove. He takes a moment to move with you, allowing you to swivel and grind against him to your heart's content. He hears him growl out a soft ‘behave’ before he nips your shoulder and pulls away to place the cooked bacon on a plate to take out to the porch.

A sweet and downright dopey smile fills your face as you return to finishing up the eggs. Losing yourself once again to Elvis’ bluesy tune. You always had this connection to the blues, said that no matter your mood there was always a blues song to capture the feelings and help you sort through them. If that was still true then surely this morning's song had to mean something.

He can’t lie to himself, watching you be all domestic and sweet with Sy, has him feeling rather jealous. It’s eye opening seeing you so relaxed and happy. He used to be the one to make you smile like that. How can he compete with three men who are so clearly devoted to you? Would you even want that? Could he possibly share if it means he gets you?

Trying to steel himself, he buries his thoughts for a more appropriate time. Gazing around the kitchen, he spots a half complete puzzle on a small table in the corner, and can't help but smile. "You still do the whole group puzzle thing?"

You turn to give him your undivided attention. "Never stopped.” You shrug your shoulders. “Just finished them by myself for a while. Then they came along and well it made sense to let them in on it. Now any time one of us passes by we add a piece or work on it for a bit." You smile sweetly at him. “You can add to it if you like. No obligations though. I know it was more me and Sam’s thing back in the day.”

You return to finishing up the eggs, plating them and heading out to the porch to place them among the rest of breakfast. As soon as your back is turned, he grabs a piece and places it where it belongs on what looks to be a puzzle full of succulents. He follows you out to where everyone is already sitting waiting to partake in the morning feast.

He watches as Walter pulls you down onto his lap. Locking his arms around your waist and nuzzling your throat, making you laugh out from the tickling of his scruffy beard against your sensitive flesh. He reluctantly takes the last open seat, right next to Sam, currently nose deep in the case file, but across from the two of you.

He tries to keep his eyes to himself as everyone fills their plates. Ignoring that you don’t even get to lift a finger as they load up all your favorites on the table and place the plate in front of you before they go about filling their own.

Just look at how good they are to her. She trusts them implicitly. I used to have that. But Mr. Self Sabotage had to go and chase her away.

His slow descent into further melancholy is thankfully interrupted by Sam. "So get this…"

#poc reader #supernatural au #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson smut #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall smut #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett smut

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sol1loqu1st · 16 days

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shuffled playlist tag game

@blue-hi mentioned me in a post and i always forget to do these but Not This Time lol, ty!

Rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put a playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs and then tag people :)

i'll go with one I've had on lately, but this is only representative of Some of my music taste lol

Beverly Hills--Weezer

Only--Nine Inch Nails

Barracuda--Heart

I'm A Swing It--House of Pain

Paint It, Black--The Rolling Stones

Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)--Limp Bizkit

Sure Shot--Beastie Boys

Zero--The Smashing Pumpkins

All My Life--Foo Fighters

Break Stuff--Limp Bizkit

in conclusion: spotify's shuffle algorithm is ass but so is my music taste, i like all of these songs but i promise i listen to more women than this

no pressure to at all, but tagging @astriiformes, @honeybeeofficial, @kidrat, @tyrannuspitch and @doctorwhoisadhd if you want to!

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vintage1981 · 9 months

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The Primevals (2023) Official Trailer | Full Moon Features

A Civilization lost in time invaded one million years ago.

Deep in the Himalayas, a group of Sherpas subdue and kill a towering humanoid creature. Its remains — including a brain that appears to have undergone some kind of surgery — wind up under the supervision of Dr. Claire Collier (Juliet Mills), who believes it to be one of the legendary Yeti. Joined by her former student Matt Connor (Richard Joseph Paul), a longtime believer in the creatures’ existence, big-game hunter Rondo Montana (Leon Russom), and others, Dr. Collier leads an expedition into the mountains to track down more of the abominable snowmen. Their trek results in an encounter with a tribe of primitive hominids — which in turn leads to the far more frightening discovery of beings they never could have expected or imagined.

Fantasia’s world premiere of THE PRIMEVALS represents the culmination of a longtime dream harboured by visual effects wizard David Allen, whose career stretched from 1970’s EQUINOX through Oscar-nominated work on YOUNG SHERLOCK HOLMES and beyond. Allen first conceived THE PRIMEVALS as a vehicle for his stop-motion talents in the 1970s. He finally began directing the movie, which he scripted with fellow effects artist Randy Cook (THE GATE), in the 1990s under producer Charles Band, for whom he’d brought all manner of beasties to life in LASERBLAST, PUPPET MASTER and many others. Sadly, the film’s completion was scuttled by Allen’s death from cancer in 1999 at just 54 years old. Now, at last, Band and longtime Allen associate Chris Endicott have seen the film to completion, and it emerges as a glorious tribute to the classic films of Ray Harryhausen, with a true sense of adventure and eye-popping, remarkably fluid dimensional animation. No monster or special-effects fan will want to miss it! – Michael Gingold

The film next plays at the Sitges Film Festival.

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#Juliet Mills #The Primevals #Charles Band #David Allen #stop motion #animation #Ray Harryhausen #Chris Endicott #Sitges Film Festival #lost films #Full Moon Features

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floralwritings · 2 years

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I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike

eddie would hate the beastie boys with a passion. doesn’t get what they’re all about.

they’re not the good kind of loud

he would say, twisting the knob on the radio in his van one night, changing the station. after hellfire club one night, you decide to take a cruise before coming back to eddie’s. a huff leaves your lips as he again switches to one of the many mixtapes scattered around the vehicle, all of his making. you just wanna hear them uninterrupted once. your thoughts subside as his hand meets your knee, brushing along your leg as he turns into his trailer.

is someone jealous, munson?

a knowing smirk playing at the corners of your mouth as you take in his narrowed eyes and bottom lip in between his teeth.

i’m not jealous, just don't like you thinking about another guy’s lyrics, that's all.

You feel your eyes hit the back of your head as his eyes look between the headlights shining on the trailer in front of you, and his right hand still on the gear shift. Your hand covers his and slowly brings it to your lips for a quick kiss.

you musicians are too serious.ya know, Mike D kinda has your head shape

now it’s his turn to roll his eyes as your laughter fills the van.

c’mon lets get you inside before you start beatboxing princess

as quick as a flash he’s leaving a kiss on your forehead and slamming the door before running around the van and opening yours. Putting down his leather jacket on the floor as to not get your shoes dirty. He lowers to one knee bowing and offering his arms out to help you out of the van.

city Slickers would never be so hospitable.

he offers as you step over his leather jacket and he returns to full height. He then shakes off the jacket, making sure no grass clippings or leaves stayed on it and then drapes it around your shoulders, pulling you in closer as you both make your way to the lit up door.

they’re offensive to gay people, i mean think about how Robyn feels

thumbing through records, his chest to your back, eyes scanning the albums covers as his hair fall on your shoulder. No Sleep Till Brooklyn plays over the loud speaker in Sam Goody to your delight and to eddie’s dismay.

Girls is Robyn’s favorite song right now. you would know that if you expanded your music taste beyond the doom and gloom

his lips land on your neck as his eyes roll around his head.

you love the doom and gloom baby

his ringed fingers holding your waist catch your eye as they fall from the categories in front of you.

i do. i just think it might be nice to add to it. that’s all.

your eyes light up when you see the B section in big black letters. your hand slips into his as you drag him down the aisle.

they’re what you're choosing to spend your paycheck on?

Whenever you want to put them on he always groans which makes you have to hold his head in your hands while kissing all over his face and thumbing at his unruly sideburns.

okay okay okay

as he goes to put the cassette into the sputtering boom box on the dark brown dresser that has assorted sleeves and pant legs hanging out of the draws, a smile graces his lips as he turns his head and kisses the space in between your thumb and pointer finger. a content hum sounding from your chest as you feel his warm lips make contact and the familiar record scratch opening of the album.

you know i’d only put up with those punks for you right?

his tepid brown eyes meet yours, a sincerity in them that makes you want to look away.

i know loverboy

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #stranger things fanfiction

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goddevouringserpent · 6 months

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💯❤️😊 for kaija please!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL: share three random facts about your OC that others may not know

-Loves to have her hair touched and played with, as well as playing with other people's, should they allow it.

-She really, really likes dancing, but never had the chance to properly learn. At least until the Crusades. I like to think that, after retaking Drezen & during their small yet precious pockets of free time, she talks her companions into teaching her whatever dances they know. Seelah and Sosiel would for sure; Daeran, too, although he would certainly be an ass about it at first, but Kaija just finds it amusing.

-Not sure if this counts as a fact, but it's a little headcanon that has been bouncing around in my mind for a while now: after the events of WOTR and once she is properly settled as the ruler of Drezen, she opens her own brewery. (Meant to be a hobby and nothing but, mind you—she neither wants nor expects to turn that into an actual job, especially taking into account how much she's got on her plate already.) Her first attempts at brewing… make for adequate poisons, to put it diplomatically, but with time she does get pretty good at it!

❤️ RED HEART: what are three of your OC's positive traits?

-Exceedingly clever and resourceful, to the point where her smarts are probably the main reason why her Crusade is successful. Like, sure, having mythic powers—at least for a while—helps, but in the end the one thing that keeps the Crusade afloat is Kaija's intelligence. That's not to say Galfrey or any previous Knight-Commanders weren't intelligent, but Kaija has a way of seeing things that turns the Crusade upside-down. She's calculating, she thinks outside the box, she brings a new and refreshing strategic perspective that works surprisingly well... etc, etc.

-Very brave, which is a wonderful positive trait to have when you're your universe's equivalent of Doomguy. This bitch does not have a single fearful bone in her body. She gets hit with a Fear spell and goes "lol. lmao even" and shakes it off.

-I was about to say "loyal", but… her loyalty can be both a positive and negative trait, really, given some of the people she's loyal to cough Camellia cough so instead I will say that she is a lot of fun! In that respect she is precisely the kind of person you want around when the world is burning down and going to shit on account of all the demons and ghouls and gargoyles and assorted terrible beasties—the Crusaders are having a large-scale mental breakdown & Kai is like "OKAYYYY GUYS TIME FOR THE #DEPRESSIONBASH" and manages to set up a party for everyone to enjoy and distract themselves. She has a lot in common with Seelah in this. The two of them together are very good at keeping up morale.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES: what are your OC's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

Her main goal in life has always been "survive", closely followed by "enjoy myself as much as possible." She does mercenary work because she likes fighting and she has very little in the way of ethical qualms. You point and—as long as there's good coin involved—she punches. Doesn't get much easier than that. Simple, efficient, satisfying.

And she would've been more than happy to have things remain like that forever! In fact, even after becoming Knight-Commander of the Fifth Crusade there is no denying that she is very self-serving about it. She gets shit done, but she consistently chases after her own profit, her own gain; her one and only priority is to make sure she always comes out on top. She HAS to make sure that, after the Crusade is over, she has benefitted from it as much as possible. (In a material way, I mean. Kaija is undoubtedly a materialistic bastard.)

So… at first her career desires were not career desires as much as they were a vehicle through which she could achieve her general life desire of being So Filthy Rich, & then when she was shoved into the position of Knight-Commander she was like, "Might as well make the best out of this bitch of a situation!" and proceeded to steal Drezen from under Galfrey's nose. And NOW she's found that, huh, being the ruler of Drezen is actually much better than she'd thought it would be, maybe she'll keep it up long-term, not like anyone can do anything about it, & she gets all the luxury and comfort she'd been craving since she was a child while simultaneously having plenty of opportunities to go out and kill something with her Overpowered Mythic-Infused Besties and Boyfriend!

and also being the ruler of Drezen gives her the chance to provide a safe place for two of her overpowered mythic-infused besties (Arue and Daeran), & lets her share all that comfort and luxury with her boyfriend Woljif who coincidentally is also a big fan of comfort and luxury! and also also it doesn't hurt that her fucked up ex-girlfriend Camellia, whom she is still very much obsessed with despite any and all protests to the contrary, remembers their secret rendezvous spots and has been known to pop in for a visit every now and then, to their mutual delight AND detriment

#Maia speaks #OC: Kaija #thank you Romeo!!!!!#I do love the comparison between Kaija's relationships because it's like. on one hand you have Kaija and Woljif. they make each other bette #on the other hand you have Kaija and Camellia. they make each other SOOOO much worse 💖

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It’s a “Freaky Vehicle Beastie Friday” my friends!! It’s the weekend of the 2023 Woodward Dream Cruise and tonight’s oddball automotive offering features this four-wheeled, hot rod weirdo! Lol! HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE!! 🚗✍🏻📒

#drawing #ink #cartoonist #illustration #sketch #illustrator #pen #sketchbook #lowbrow #cartoon

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spookypete-94 · 8 months

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Beastie: Chapter #9 GhostxFem!reader

Slow burn, following MW2 storyline, eventually branching into my own. Warning for canon COD violence and language.

The sun was almost up when they arrived. If Y/N had to guess, Ghost had to of drove for a couple of hours, telling her she had fallen asleep at some point. All of them emerged from the vehicle stiff legged and sore.

"Where are we?" Soap asked.

"Alejandro's safehouse."

She stood back, looking around as the two men went towards the front of the doors. Standing back, she could tell that the sheets of metal in front of the main door were pressure plates to a bomb if anyone went inside. There was a window not too far off that you could tell was meant to be used.

"Alejandro rigged it, smart bastard."

"In the window there," she said, pointing to make them both look at her and then towards the window she was referring to. Instantly, Soap was up, pulling himself in and clearing the room he had dropped down into. Y/N was left on the ground while Ghost was up in the window.

"Don't move!" she heard him yell. He silently reached towards his vest and pulled a knife. Honestly, the movement was swift and quick. It should strike fear into her that he was so talented at it, but it just made her grateful he was on her side.

"Who is it?" She heard someone ask.

"Rodolfo?"

"Rudy!" she yelled glad he was ok.

Ghost then reached down to help pull herself up as she was not tall enough to reach the window. She was eager to see Rudy, as he was one of the first ones that was nice to her when she arrived here.

"You're ok!" She yelled, looking at him as she dropped into the safehouse.

Rudy pulled the knife out of the wooden post, bringing it back to Ghost.

"Took you long enough," his voice teased. "Glad to see you are all alive. What happened?"

"We were on the run."

"I was on the run. Ghost waited for me." Soap answered

"Of course, no?" Rudy said, making her realize that he would of done the same for Alejandro. That being the message he was trying to say.

"No." Soap answered, and was quickly shut up by Ghost saying "Yes."

"We're a team, all of us. This happened on my watch and I'll need help to fix it. No one fights alone."

Ghost feels responsible for this?

She listened to them talk but chose this to be the better time to look at Soap's arm. She found a box so he could sit, making the injury at her level height easier to look at.

"Sit," she said quietly, making him turn to look at her before he followed her instructions and sat down. She unwrapped it, slowly, careful not to pull any of the blood off that had turned to scabs, not wanting it to start bleeding again.

"Do we know why Graves turned?" Rudy asked

"We don't know."

"Las Almas can corrupt anyone."

"For now, General Shepherd, Laswell, and anyone else outside this room is considered a hostile." Ghost said, making her glance up at him, looking at him with her narrowed eyebrows.

"Laswell called me, gave Rudy and I a chance to get out."

"Until we can make contact with her, or find out what is going on, she is a threat."

"I work for her. Does that make me a threat?" her tone almost mocking, due to the thing he just said, being ludicrous to her.

"You came back for us. You are not a threat. But until we can find out truly what is going on, she is a risk as well. Are you going to follow my orders, or are you going to argue?"

Y/N was speechless, finding the question rhetorical she chose not to answer. How is it this man could be so back and forth? Kind to her one moment and a stone cold wall to her the next.

Ghost took her silence as her answer, and they all continued speaking, coming up with a plan to get the Vaqueros out involving their leader.

"Think we're past the point of stitching," she said to Soap, seeing the blood dried around the wound. She didn't want to break it open and risk it bleeding more from the amount of blood he lost earlier. "Gonna clean it back up and repack it." She said, wiping it down further antiseptic and then adding Neosporin to it.

"Thank you," was all he said to her as she began rewrapping it. This time, it was much more pericise, the lines of the gauze matching up.

"Always," she said lightly, trying to distract herself and him of the bad mood Ghost had just thrown her in.

The safehouse was well stalked, guns and ammo loaded away in a hidden arsenal. The armored vehicle that Rudy had gone back for, sitting in the area that would be the garage. They loaded items into the vehicle, preparing for the others that they would find in the prison. Y/N purposefully tried to steer clear of Ghost, finding his last words about Laswell being a threat to her hurtful... It almost made her feel like he didn't trust her, too. Without her realizing it, he was definitely taking notice of the given distance to him.

"You good?" He asked, trying to take a flat of ammo from her.

"Fine," she grumbled lowly sides stepping him heading to the truck where she dumped it off.

"Should be enough," Rudy said, looking at the amount in the truck. "Let's get moving." He climbed into the driver's seat, Y/N bravely climbed into the passenger seat, knowing if she did this, she wouldn't have to sit next to Ghost.

This.. This was the thing to make him realize she indeed was not fine. Black holes were forming in the back of her head from Ghost, staring at her through the seat. However, she paid no mind, her anger enough to keep her distracted and ready to break out Alejandro and his men.

"Everyone should try to rest before we get there. Y/N chose to lean against the window and at least attempt to get some sleep. This being the option to leave her out of any conversation she did not want to be a part of and maybe take Ghost's attention off of her. It never did leave, though.

Rudy got them all on scene of where they were going to enter, where the prison wall was at it's weakest. They chose to linger in the area until it got dark, that being their best cover. They all lingered outside the truck, Y/N sitting in the passenger seat with the door propped open her legs hanging out while the others had a cigarette trying to pass time.

Y/N chose to reply Ghost's words over and over in her mind, something that she did quite often. She looked up at the sun, seeing it finally starting to set, her watch reading 2030. Pulling her gear out one by one, she made sure she had every knife strapped, her pistol and rifle loaded, and any other frags attached to her vest. There were heavy footsteps behind her, she knew who they belonged to but she didn't say anything.

"Could you speak to me? Please?" she heard his voice behind her. The gruffness stronger from him pleading.

"And say what?" Do you really want me to say what I want to say?"

"Please." His voice urgent, despereate.

"That little voice in my head tells me that you think I'm a threat too, that you don't trust me."

"I trust you," he said, brown eyes looking down into hers. He had pushed her further into the truck, making her turn around to look at him against his vest. She had to crane her neck up high to look at him.

"I don't believe you. If you don't trust Laswell, you don't trust me."

"That's not true, I wouldn't let you be here if I did. I'd of been like Shepherd and Graves and told you that you couldn't come."

She looked up at him, still feeling defiant. He glanced over at Soap and Rudy, seeing them sit at a base of a tree, facing away. His hand slid up to her face.

"I trust you, Beastie. It's the others who are hunting us that I don't."

"Laswell isn't hunting us."

"We don't know that," his hand bracing the back of her head, allowing her to rest it against it as he looked down at her. "I'm not letting anyone that could be a threat near us... near you..." he grumbled.

Her heart fluttered, her eyes bouncing back and forth between his stunned by his words. His other hand came up next and stroked her cheek, making her eyes close at the sensation of the gloves on her face. Next, he lowered his head to her side of her face and took in a large inhale, smelling her.

She shuddered against his touch, eyes opening again due to the close contact.

"Why do you do that?" She asked her voice strained.

"Like how you smell," he said into her ear.

"I want to touch you," she admitted weakly.

He lifted her hand and placed it up by his face.

"Need you to stay alive for me."

"You think I wouldn't?"

"My fear is you won't... I haven't been afraid of somethin' so bad before."

She looked up at him, her hand rubbing his cheek through the mask again. Her eyes told him she wanted more. He leaned down, picking her up and placing her in the seat.

He grumbled in her ear again once more.

"Stay alive... and I'll give you what you want." His hand lowering down to her thigh, and then abruptly up it. He was gripping her at her core. It felt rough at first making her gasp, but as his hand lingered the shock from it seeming to arouse her instead now. She stifled a moan, making him chuckle.

"You hear me?"

"I hear you," her voice much softer this time, desperate.

"Get ready, gonna go get Rudy and Soap. And get in the backseat this time," his voice low, upset with that she sat in the passenger seat still. She locked eyes with him and nodded, doing as she was told.

"Good girl," he said stepping away, letting her move into the back of the truck, her heart now fluttering around in her ribcage.

She would stay alive to see this through.

#cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #mw2 #simon riley #call of duty #beastie #call of duty mw2 #ghost #ghost x reader

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decepti-thots · 1 year

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🔥toys with beast alts

OH MAN I'M SO TORN. I loooove TFs turning into little creachurs... love when robots are also beasties... but. But. There are so few toys that are really as good as the ones that turn into vehicles and such, is the thing.

If you need to tweak how a vehicle looks so your transformation is better, you can do it! But if you do that to an animal alt, I mean. Animals look the way they look, there's only so far you can go. So a lot of toys of TFs with animal alts are just. Well. Shellformers, or they cheat it, or they look ropey, haha. Plus, machines tends to have angles, and animals tend to... have less of those, LMAO.

One way to get around this is to work out what animals look cool with kibble in alt modes, of course. Wing kibble on the back of a bird TF's robot mode looks better than like. An elephant head or something. You know? But then you can only have so many characters with the same three alt modes before people get bored. Also, the whole 'they turn into ROBOT VERSIONS of animals' thing can help, because then you have more of that leeway for stylizing their alts as needed. I think this is why Transmetals toys look wayyyy better to me than the original Beast Wars line? Like, Transmetals Dinobot versus that OG toy. No contest. Transmetals every time baybee.

Anyway, all of this doesn't matter because a) i love. CREACHURS. give me creachurs. and b) mach kick is the greatest toy ever made

#ask meme

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krissiefox · 11 months

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Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog - Lifestyles of The Sick and Twisted (Screenshots & Review)

I wasn't sure what this episode was going to be about, but I was already intrigued by the humorous title. Turns out it's a story about Robotnik forcing his way onto a talk show to feed his ego - fun! For those familiar with the Aosth Youtube Poop Music Video "It's From The Show!", you'll likely recognize some lines from this episode, too. :) The episode starts with Scratch and Grounder racing to deliver the days mail to Robotnik and getting themselves stuck in a door-frame. Robotnik has been eagerly awaiting a response from a bird named Throbbin Screech, who hosts a talk show called "Lifestyles of the very good". He was hoping to be interviewed in his own episode, but receives a very aggressive "NO!" in response. Robotnik is furious, and only becomes even more-so when he realizes that Sonic is being interviewed on the show today, instead of him! Robotnik is now determined to force an episode about himself in which he will also capture Sonic. Meanwhile Grounder wants to watch the show regardless of the episode being about Sonic, but settles for watching reruns of "Bart the Barfy Bumblebee" instead...

Screech has previously had many very good folks on his show, including the dog who saved a kitty. Cool!

The next morning, Scratch, in a surprisingly wholesome moment, asks Grounder if he slept well as they head into the living room. This was not only sweet but also confirms that these two funny little cyborg whatever-beasties not only eat, feel pain, get cold, and sneeze, but also sleep! Robotnik reveals to them that he has kidnapped Screeches niece, and has her chained up over a lava pit. He is going to use this to blackmail Screech into filming an episode about how interesting he is, on his own terms. Sure enough, Screech arrives, and we immediately see that Screech is quite the douche-bag because he actually briefly considers just letting Robotnik kill his niece before agreeing to do the episode!

Once a filming set is put together, a special airing begins of the show, now called "Lifestyles of the sick and Twisted". Robotnik comes out on stage, dressed up in a somewhat donald trump-esque outfit, very fitting to the shows new title! Sonic and Tails are immediately made aware of the strange situation, as they are fond of the show themselves and were watching it in a public place with several other Mobians. After talking with Screech for a bit, Robotnik gets out of his fancy suit and leads the camera crew to a new enhanced egg-mobile that he made, which can seat up to 4 people. Fancy!

Dr. trumpbotnik...? nah, that would be too mean to Dr. Robotnik....

Robotnik uses this vehicle to dry up a nearby lake and endanger the fish living in it, knowing this lure out Sonic. Sonic and Tails arrive, but as Sonic looks for something to help the fish wish, Robotnik kidnaps Tails!

Once Sonic has arrived at Robotnik's lair to confront him, Robotnik unveils what he did to Screeches niece - and has also now done to Tails as well! Sonic agrees to surrender on the terms that Robotnik lets Tails and the niece go, but Robotnik lies to get Sonic in cuffs and then imprisons all three of them! Before he's sent off, Sonic requests a makeup person, with the explanation that he wants to look good on TV.

Some of the folks who were watching the show live with Sonic and Tails earlier. I like the big sassy gal with the mustache!

In the lava prison chamber, Scratch and Grounder eventually show up with said makeup person - a poodle gal named Heckuba whom is secretly here to bail everyone out. When they're all alone together, she uses her lock picking skills to undue everyone's shackle locks, and then also uses her makeup skills to disguise herself as Sonic, and Sonic as herself. She's pretty cool! It's a shame she's also self-deprecating about her appearance. I think she looks cool. :D

And her Sonic disguise is really fun looking to. It kind of resembles an off-model Sonic you might see in an unauthorized cameo in another cartoon (like the funky looking Sonic in that Simpsons episode about Bart stealing a video game). It's also a bit reminiscent of those "Sanic" drawings I've seen people do..

Heckuba ’s Sonic disguise is pretty fun!

Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the escape! Sonic and Heckuba sneak out of the prison chamber by pretending to be each other as Scratch and Grounder come to retrieve Sonic for more humiliation at Robotnik’s hand. Once Robotnik realizes that "Sonic" is actually Heckuba in disguise, the real Sonic unveils himself, and then Tails and Screeches niece also unveil that they were able to escape. Sonic torments Robotnik as the episode ends in an odd little montage of various characters talking to the camera.

In the Sonic says segment, Scratch and Grounder are trying to get onto Screeches show by vandalizing a playground. Sonic shows up and tells them that "vandalism is stupid and illegal". This is another Sonic says that I can't really get behind. For starters, Sonic vandalizes Robotnik's property on a regular basis. And yes vandalism is illegal, but I think it's a stretch to just call it "stupid" as a blanket statement. Context should be applied. Vandalism can be used to spread hate (like when people spray paint swastikas in places), but it can also be an act of self-empowerment and also used as a form of protest against tyrants and abusers - like when the rebels smash the Breen tv in Half-Life 2.

This episode is a decent one, I'd say. I think they could have done more humor with the core theme of "Robotnik on a talk show", but there is still some good humor peppered throughout and a lot of great Robotnik expressions, as well. Heckuba was also a pretty cool gal as well it's unfortunate that this seems to be the only episode she as included in.

Til next time, be good people and stay cool!

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Wizard Flimpetyflomps and the Night of the Nackawack (part 2)

Luckily, they weren’t alone. After the deep-sea mission had returned to the Octopod, the PJ Masks has flown up to Little Bear’s rocket and were watching the battle through the rocket’s telescope from space. They called Kwazi back on the Octopod to let him know what was going on. They had to somehow get help to the Mighty Colossus before it was too late!

Down in the Octopod, Kwazi jumped into the Gup B and was soon leading a flotilla of underwater vehicles piloted by brave volunteers. Following directions from the PJ Masks up in Little Bear’s rocket, they were soon approaching the beleaguered Mighty Colossus. Kwazi was determined to save his mateys!

They arrived just in the nick of time. The Nackawack had conjured up a powerful rainstorm and was trying to wash the crew of the Mighty Colossus overboard! The rescue fleet surfaced and surrounded the fearsome sea creature, who turned to face them with a deafening roar. Kwazi was finally face-to-face with a monster from his Grandad’s legends.

Realising it couldn’t take on all five of the rescuers at once, the Nackawack dove to the bottom of the ocean and hid amongst the rocks and kelp. When it saw it wasn’t being followed, it swam along the seabed until it found deeper water. Next it started to head back down to the midnight zone. Maybe it would just go back to sleep in its cave after all. Then there was trouble…

Grandmaster Glitch, Captain Hook and Romeo suddenly appeared in the captured submarine Bucky and threw a net over the Nackawack! As they cheered and celebrated, the Nackawack roared and thrashed about, not at all happy to be caught in a net. It started to try to swim away, Robot tried to warn its master Romeo, but the three baddies were still laughing and cheering at their success.

The Nackawack began to swim, dragging the helpless Bucky behind it. The cheering and laughing quickly turned to shouting and yelling as the powerful beastie pulled them up out of the Midnight Zone and into shallow waters near the coast. Soon, the Nackawack got the submarine Bucky stuck on a coral reef and managed to break free. The enraged monster started to swim towards the land.

The crew of the Mighty Colossus, recovered from the Nackawack attack, was sailing back to the port. On the way, they found Bucky stuck on a reef in the moonlight. They took Glitch, Hook and Romeo prisoner below decks on the Colossus, and Daddy undid Romeo’s hacking and turned Bucky back into sailing mode. The two ships then headed back to port, ready for the final showdown with the Nackawack.

Night in the city, and all the townsfolk were heading home for the evening. Suddenly, the angry Nackawack appeared and started chasing them. They screamed and ran as fast as they could, trying to get away and find places to hide. Noddy and Mayor Goodway called for Ryder and the Paw Patrol to help, however everybody knew that the only thing that could save them now was the Magic Spoons.

It was time for the Guardians of the Spoons, Arthur & Elwyn, to return them to Wizard Flimpetyflomps. They grabbed a Spoon each and jumped into their rocket cars. They zoomed off through the night sky, heading to the Super Wings World Airport to drop off the Spoons so that Jett could deliver them to Flimpetyflomps. Time was running short!

Up at the Paw Patrol Tower, Ryder was coordinating the moonlit evacuation of the townsfolk with Ubercorn. The Sodor engines were taking trainloads of people to safety in Greendale and dropping off people who had come to help with the Nackawack problem. Pat and Jess had delivered the messages from Flimpetyflomps to heroes and helpers all around the world, and they were now coming to make a stand.

Flimpetyflomps himself was preparing to do the magic that he hoped would send the Nackawack back to sleep at the bottom of the ocean for another 100 years. He was practicing his ancient wizard battle meditation techniques to remain calm. Then there was a knock at the door. It was Jett with the Spoons, on time all the time. Flimpetyflomps lifted the Spoons and the deep magic crackled between them as it flowed through him. Now he was ready, he hoped it wasn’t too late.

Back in the city, the townsfolk were safely away, now it was time to stop that Nackawack! Ryder and Ubercorn knew they just had to hold it here long enough for Flimpetyflomps to arrive with the Spoons. The Nackawack tried to go after the trains, but the heroes and helpers surrounded it, working together to slow it down and trap it in an old quarry. Hurry Flimpetyflomps, hurry!

Flimpetyflomps was hurrying. He was speeding through the misty dawn towards the quarry in his helicopter. He had the Spoons and had memorised the spell needed to convince the Nackawack to return to the Midnight Zone and go back to sleep in its cave. He hoped his friends could hold out long enough for him to get there.

Flimpetyflomps arrived just in time. The Nackawack had managed to get past the heroes and helpers, and was following the track out of the quarry, towards Greendale! As the sun rose in the sky behind him and the mist cleared, the Flimpetyflomps positioned himself on the track between the Nackawack and the town. When the monster came towards him, Flimpetyflomps banged the Magic Spoons together and shouted, “You shall not pass!”.

Wizard Flimpetyflomps whispered his magic spell and the Spoons crackled to life. He felt the power flowing through him and lightning flashed from the Spoons and towards the Nackawack. The fearsome beastie roared in anger and then raised is arms in the air and…. yawned? Yes, it yawned and rubbed its eyes. The magic was working! Flimpetyflomps sent another burst of magical lightning from the Spoons towards the Nackawack. It turned and started back towards the ocean, yawning all the while.

Once back in the ocean, the sleepy monster drifted back down into the gloom of the midnight zone. It found its cave and swam inside. The Nackawack took one last look around before curling up and falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. Flimpetyflomps had done it, the Nackawack was back where it belonged, sleeping peacefully. The world was safe for another 100 years.

This time there was no grand victory parade, no celebration, everyone was just glad that the Nackawack had gone back to sleep. Flimpetyflomps thanked everyone who had helped, and the Sodor engines, having brought all the townsfolk home from Greendale, started to take all the helpers and heroes back to where they belonged. Little Bear accompanied the wizard as he took the Magic Spoons back to Arthur and Elwyn’s house. They locked them back in the chest for safekeeping ready for the next time their magic would be needed to save the world.

The End

#toys #bedtime stories #pj masks #octonauts #go jetters #jake and the neverland pirates #super wings #paw patrol #thomas the tank engine

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