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Graves: You can’t complain about the USA government.
Graves: You don’t see us complaining about Mr. Bean or whoever the king is now, do you?
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watch later ahh repost
fallout cast playing how lawful and good their characters are
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patiently waiting for part two like this
Of course he had to be there, why wouldn't he? The very object of your frustration right in the very spot you came to cool off. You'd recognize that stupid busted up stetson anywhere. He was lounging back, long legs posted up on the table in front of him while his chair was tipped back. Part of you itched to swipe your foot under it and knock his chair down, taking the smug grin he was giving you with it. You turned back to the bar with a huff and ordered two fingers of whiskey from James. Typically you were a nuka cola and rum kinda girl but tonight you were here to get drunk and needed something with some bite to it, especially since you knew there was no way you were going to avoid Cooper.
Realistically you didn't really have anything to be mad about, it was the wasteland after all so of course nobodys gonna be upfront or honest so you really shouldn't have been surprised when he jilted you and skipped town with three quarters of your radaway. He at least had the decency to leave you some caps but overall your profits took a hit because of the whole debacle. Well that and your pride. But that wasn't really what you were mad about, no not at all, you were upset because you wanted him, pure and simple. It was all encompassing and ate at you every time you even thought about his weathered face and dangerous demeanor. Sure he was mean but you always liked it when men had some bite, it was more of a snark anyway.
James offering you your drink pulled you out of yourself. You took your whiskey in hand and knocked it back, willing your face to not scrunch up at the harsh feeling it left in your throat. Speaking of keeping cool, you were having an increasingly hard time ignoring the stare Cooper was burning into the back of your head. Taking a deep breath and sliding your caps onto the countertop you slowly turned in your seat. As suspected he was just staring at you, his body relaxed and languid in his chair, drink held loosely in our and and a smoke in the other while his eyes pinned you with a stare that made you feel like you were on fire. You watched him as he clicked his teeth together and tilted his head to the side, motioning you over. Again you felt anger welling up underneath your skin at his smug attitude, yet that wasn't the only thing that was itching at you.
It didn't help that he downright grinned when you stood up and wandered over to him. You chose to stand in front of him, a little to the left of his legs but enough to be directly in his line of sight, hands crossed over your chest, displaying your displeasure.
"Aw it ain't gotta be like that sweetheart. It ain't like I did nothing untoward."
He said playfully as he leaned forward and set his glass on the table.
"Yeah nothing but stealing my shit. Totally normal friendly behavior."
You retorted, cocking your hip, knocking against his crossed legs at the thigh.
"You still owe me for that by the way. Not too pleased to have been robbed, especially after giving you some of my supplies on the house."
His eyes followed the line of your body down to where your hip touched him, giving you a brazen up and down that had you barely suppressing a shiver.
He took a long drag from his cigarette before he spoke again, eyes never leaving yours.
"You and I both know that ain't what this is 'bout darlin. You're mad because I left you high and dry."
You didn't know what to say, the way he said it was so matter-o-factly, like he was making fun of you. Yet the look on his face was damn near salacious. You felt naked, uncomfortable and unbearably angry that he had the absolute gall to even say something like that. Before you could even think about raising your hand to slap him you felt pressure on the small of your back your whole body suddenly tipping forward. Just as quick as you fell, you were hauled up into Coopers lap. Some part of your brain registered that he had kicked you but the rest of it was focused on the sudden close proximity and the gloved hand that had made its way to your hip. You watched him through your lashes as he worked his cigarette in his mouth before he exhaled, leaving you in a haze that burned your nostrils.
"So how 'bout we cut the shit and you let me show you what you've been missing out on?"
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i need to see a full length fic of this 😮💨
giving bouncer vibes. either at a regular dance club, where you and your friends show up so often that the moment he sees you, he just lets y'all pass. he'll chuckle when you snake your finger into his belt loop, tugging it as you purr out your gratitude. he'll definitely stop you next time, gripping your wrist with his callused hand. "playin' a dangerous game, love."
or a strip club, where he's thrown out so many clients for you that he doesn't bat an eye when you run up to him with your cunt on full display. "is it tha' guy again? told laswell lettin' him back in was a mistake. i'll take care of it, love."
phew!
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Okay but Price on a road trip would 100% be the guy to stick his hand around to the backseat. Shaking his palm around upwards for snacks to be poured in as he drives and you voice out navigations from the passengers seat. You turn around to watch the rest of the boys all huddled up in the back- shifting around and fighting one another for space as you snap a picture for the album.
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please someone find this bc i need to read that too 💀
ok guys…… i…. i’m going crazy again….. i REALLY need someone’s help to find a post that i forgot abt, can’t remember who its from.. but it’s a Phillip graves x Reader fic 💋💋
basically, all i can remember is that at the end of the post reader said “shadow 0-1” “requesting permission to come” lmao please help me😭😭😭😭
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i would do absolutely anything for a series on this oh my god
Price, price and more price🌸🩵
Imagine being John’s pen pal. It’s starts off so innocent, strangers, with you intent on staying that way after a recent nasty break up with a rather nasty man.
You just wanted something to take your mind off of everything while you wallowed away in self pity. Your work had sent you home for a month, said you needed time to heal and get your mind right.
So here you were with nothing to do when one of your friends suggested being a pen pal. And who of all people were to take up your request but John Price.
A simple, name, favourite colour and asking how his day was going was all you wrote. He replied with exactly what you’d asked word for word. Very straightforward and almost strategic and of course asked you the same things.
Then it was age, favourite food and how tall he was. A little description of his face. And again he replied with exactly that. You knew then that you’d have to work hard to get more out of him.
The weeks went by and slowly but surely, John began to become looser. Open up more. Genuinely talk to you. It helped not only you start to heal but also help John heal. He didn’t even know he needed to heal in any way. Maybe the loneliness, the fighting, the pain, the emotionlessness had finally caught up to him.
Work decided you still weren’t ready which was quite honestly bullshit, that’s what you told John anyway. He completely agreed and asked for your manager’s name and social security number. You thought it was a joke, he wholeheartedly wanted to teach the man a lesson.
This week you decide to paint the spare bedroom in your apartment and you told John all about it. You felt almost giddy as you sent letters back and forth deciding paint colours. He loved the domesticity of it all, felt like his little woman was asking what colour to paint a shared home while she waited for him to return. What he wouldn’t give….
He loved the little things like that. Loved when you’d tell him about what you were getting from the grocery store and he’d suggest something he thinks is good. Loved when you’d tell him about a new outfit you bought. He’d tell you how much he’d love to see it and how he bets you look beautiful.
You feel ecstatically nervous when he asked for your phone number. You obviously gave it to him. Impatiently you waited, staring at your phone for it to ring. When it did you jump up, palms sweaty, lump in your throat, heart beating so loud you could heard it in your head…then you pressed answer.
“Hi love.”
“Hi John.”
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this is me when people don’t include rudy in their hcs
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in love with this oh my god
Curled atop Raphael to thaw.
@sky-kiss put it in my head how nice it would be to use Raphael's hellish body heat to unfreeze after a cold day. Actually, she's mentioned it several times. So of course I had to make a drabble. This is the softest Raphael has been or ever will be haha
(Also remoras are the fish which attaches to larger fish to "clean" them.)
“I feel like I just trudged through the snows of Cania.” Your teeth chattered, making it difficult to speak. Huddled as you were by the inn’s paltry fireplace, the flames were doing very little to thaw the bone chill.
Raphael looked up from where he reclined, perusing a long scroll of parchment. His hellfire gaze swept over your shivering form, arching a brow in amusement. “I did warn you not to venture forth. Yet you remain intrepid and stubborn as ever.” He cleared his throat and resumed reading the contract he’d been editing since your return.
You glared over at the devil on his bed, not that he saw. You shuffled off your heavy coat, the fabric stiff and just as frozen as the rest of you.
On numb bare feet you crossed the small room at a slight run,and hopped up next to where Raphael reclined. He gave you a look that you recognized as a sign his patience was slipping. “I don’t share my bed with little frozen mice.”
“Good thing I’m not a mouse, then.” You snuggled close to his body, his skin the shade of ripe cherries and giving off infernal heat. “Indulge me.” You repeated the words he’d spoken to you days previous, accentuating your accent to mimic his own.
Raphael tutted and, with a tug, moved his wing away from where you rested on it. “Your body has the appeal of a corpse. Get yourself hence ere I remove you.”
“Hurtful.” You didn’t budge, instead pressing yourself closer and sighing as the heat radiating off him began to seep beneath your clammy skin. “Please, Raphael.”
The cambion stilled, his hand holding the parchment still outstretched to keep the fresh ink from smudging as you moved yourself as much on top of him as possible. You felt him sigh beneath you and smiled, sensing victory.
You did not expect the pressure of Raphael’s hand upon your hair, stroking once before resting against your upper back. He waited for you to stop moving, finding a comfortable position half-curled atop his torso.
“What are you willing to do in exchange for my constant lenience?” Raphael’s breath stirred your hair. He rested the parchment back against the top of your head and seemed to be only half interested in your reply.
In response you made sure to tuck your ice block feet against his thighs. Raphael’s muscles twitched in response, and he gripped your waist hard in retribution. “You’re telling me you don’t enjoy this at all?” You asked, your sense of self-preservation long since fled.
“I’m reminding you everything has a price, my dear.” Raphael murmured. “I shall let you ruminate. For now, be silent, I have work to do.”
You found no issue with that, feeling the rise and fall of the devil’s breath beneath your body as he warmed you. Your eyelashes fluttered with a sudden wave of drowsiness.
Raphael’s wings curled around you both in a sort of cocoon, increasing the feeling of being thawed. Soon you were enveloped in a haze of red and heat, every so often hearing the sound of paper rustling and the scratch of a quill.
You stretched, hooking one of your legs over the cambion’s waist and wrapped your arm around his chest.
Raphael looked down at your relaxed body, curled atop his. He smiled slightly to himself moved his long fingers through your hair. “What a soft, pliant creature you are. The errant remora seeking refuge, fully knowing it’s within the jaws of a shark.”
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adam: so i took some pictures of you. screw me 🙄
lawrence: it’s “sue me.”
adam: i said what i said.
lawrence: . . .
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leigh whannell in (some of) his different roles ❤️
#leigh whannell#specs#steven fisher#insidious#saw 0.5#david radford#adam faulkner stanheight#adam stanheight#saw#the mule#gavin ellis
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ugh i love him so much pls
a random headcanon popped into my head while writing the chainshipping fic I'm currently working on bc in it, once Lawrence gets comfortable he becomes a touch fiend.
LAWRENCE. LOVES. TO HAVE HIS HANDS. ANYWHERE ON THE READERS BODY WHERE HE CAN TOUCH. IN A N Y CONTEXT
His hand is in yours while you're cuddling and watching some random movie on a channel that plays movies from the 70s. he is hugging you from behind, his hands splayed over your stomach while you're cooking dinner. His arm is draped over your waist or against your chest so that his hand can run through your hair or idly trace shapes onto your neck while you're both half asleep in the early morning.
someone sedate my touch starved ass pls n thanks.
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