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lymtw · 3 months

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Gojo x f!reader

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You're the prettiest thing to ever grace this man's eyes, is it so bad that he wants to show you how hot you get him?

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Satoru takes advantage of how easy it is to fluster you. You turn bright red when he even looks at you for too long, how the hell does he think you can handle him touching himself right in front of you. It takes a lot for him to have your full attention when you're on the brink of passing out from how fast your heart is beating.

"Hey, hey," he waves in front of you when you avert your gaze to the wall. It shouldn't be as interesting as the show in front of you, given that it's a blank wall, but it's just so hard to focus when all you can do is watch. He specifically said, 'You can't touch until I say so, 'kay?' before he started.

"Princess, I need those eyes on me." He smiles, kindly. You turn your head to face him for a second, then look down, away from his intense gaze. "Up," he says, tilting your chin up with his index finger. He was able to feel the warmth that colored your face when he touched your chin. "Just want to show you how pretty you are, mama, that's all."

This lured your attention for a bit. He's showing you how much he loves you, is what you tell yourself. How could you turn away from him? You switched from sitting on the floor to sitting on your knees. In a way, it looked like you were worshipping the man sitting in front of you. You blink, nodding for him to continue.

"You know I think about you all the time, right?" His voice drops a little as he slowly starts moving his hand up and down his shaft. "God forbid you leave my mind for a second." He hisses, collecting the precum that spills from his tip and uses it to slicken his hand. "I can't let that happen, you know? It's not in my plans."

You fidget with your hands, the feeling between your thighs becoming more and more prominent as you focused on Satoru's voice and what he was doing.

"There's a constant image of you in my head. You're happy in that image, and it stays in here," he taps the side of his head with his free hand, "all day."

You smile a little. The information allows your heart to take a five second break. Not long enough because the next part managed to shake you up again.

"That image changes when you're not here, baby." He lets out a little sigh, his eyes shutting for a second. He opens them, and you get instant chills down your body when his hauntingly beautiful eyes stare straight into your eyes. "You go anywhere without me for longer than a couple hours and that image I told you about before... Poof." His hand mimics the act of vanishing. "Instantly replaced by the image of you being devoured by me. On your back, tits out, and the sound of my name repeated in that voice." His hand slows down a little. Just the mere mention is enough to challenge his composition.

"God..." his breath is shaky as he tries to keep going. He can't deny that your attention really enhances the lust coursing through him. "You're so fuckin' pretty." His abs quiver when he runs his thumb over the tip of his cock. "You've got the prettiest voice, prettiest moans—fuck... the prettiest lips." He lays his head back on the couch, fully unaware of the nail indents on the palms of your hands from trying not to touch him. His gaze returns to you, now lidded as his mind gets cloudier. "And you're all mine. No one else gets to touch you or taste you."

Now it's your turn to let out your ragged breaths. You look down bashfully, your hips pressing down on your legs to gain friction for the unbearable ache between your thighs. Your pussy is pulsing with need and there's nothing you can do.

Satoru laughs through his nose. He sees the way you're moving. "You do wonders for my ego, baby. You getting anything good down there?"

Your palms are cooled by the cold wooden floor. "No," you sigh. "It's not enough."

"Give me a minute," he says, shooting a small wink in your direction. The amount of precum drooling out of him is significant. It's quiet for a few seconds. All that can be heard are the slick noises of Satoru fisting his cock and the reactions from it. You're on the brink of melting on the floor, just from watching and listening to his whimpers and moans. "You'll never get to see how I get when you're not around. It doesn't feel right, princess." He pants, his brows pinching as his hand runs over a vein. "This is nothing in comparison."

You gasp, feeling a jolt of pleasure in one of the rolls of your hips.

"I couldn't even verbalize it. It's not appropriate for a sweet girl like you."

You let out a whimper, your head bowed down.

"Look at me." You raise your gaze, noticing the crumbling of his facade. "Watch the effect you have on me."

Your cheeks are red, and your face feels so hot.

He strokes himself a couple more times, holding eye contact with you. You know this memory will bring out the shy side of you whenever it comes to mind around him. It's the volume of his moans and the way his abs tense as he gets closer and closer to his peak that has your heart threatening to stop completely. It's the way he smirks at how flustered you are by him. It's way his brows furrow when he cums so hard that his whole body is trembling when he continues to fuck his fist. The moans were debilitating for you. Your ears had the rhythm of your heart blasting in them, making your entire head pulse, and all you could do was watch with your lips parted.

"Oh fuck..." he lets out a breathy chuckle. His stomach has cum gliding down to his pelvis, his hand definitely not exempt from the mess. "My pretty girl..." he sighs, a lazy satisfied smirk on his face. "You really have me acting like some prepubescent teenager for you." He caresses your face with his clean hand. "Feeling a little warm. You okay?"

"Just in shock." You smile, holding his hand against your cheek.

"This shouldn't have been shocking." His eyes widen humorously. "You know i'm in love with you, right? Like, borderline obsessed with you."

"I do, yes."

"Do I not show it enough? I'm genuinely concerned." He pouts, leaning towards you.

"This was just another way, 'toru. Don't worry," you offer him a reassuring kiss his cheek.

"Fine." He made a mental note to remind him to send you videos when you're away. You'll get enough to know he's thinking of you, but not enough to know that he's going crazy without you. "Let's take this to the room."

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moonstruckme · 28 days

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Honeydew

I'm doing a rewatch of the bear and god he is just so irresistable. My childhood crush on lip gallagher has been revived and given new purpose! I can't promise to write for carmy consistently but if y'all have requests I wouldn't be opposed to them :)

cw: blood

Carmy Berzatto x fem!reader ♡ 972 words

There are tons of benefits to being in the same kitchen as a classically trained chef. For one, Carmy always gives you the easy tasks. Stirring pasta, scrambling eggs, chopping scallions. Today, you’re cutting up melon while he whips up some kind of citrus sauce, because your boyfriend is incapable of making just a fruit salad. No, it has to have some kind of fancy factor, or else they’ll take away his star, you guess. (Not that you’re complaining. That sauce is gonna be awesome.)

One thing that doesn’t tend to feel like a benefit is that any time you mess something up, you feel about three times more stupid than you would if you were by yourself.

How were you supposed to guess that instead of cutting down through the melon when you try to slice it in half, the tip of the giant knife you’re using would come jutting out of the melon and embed itself in your palm.

You gasp and pull away on instinct, and for a second, can only stare at the strangeness of it. You can see straight through to the inside of your hand, which is as unsettling as it is sickening, freezing you in morbid fascination until blood wells to the surface and your brain catches up to what’s happened.

“What?” Carmy asks flatly, having heard your gasp and well used to your kitchen mishaps.

You tear a paper towel off the roll, jamming it over the wound and fisting your hand around it. “I cut myself,” you say, somewhat shakily.

“How bad?”

You look down at the knife, miraculously clean-looking despite the blood now flowing from your hand. The paper towel is already starting to feel damp with it.

You use your good hand to take the knife out of the melon, setting it in the sink so you don’t forget to wash it. “I don’t—” You’ve never cut yourself this deep before. You don’t know how bad is bad. “It seems not great.”

You startle when a tattooed hand wraps around your elbow.

“Chill,” Carmy says, turning you around to face him. He takes your wrist. “Open your hand.”

“I can’t.” Panic makes your throat hot and tight. “It’s bleeding a lot.”

“Let me see,” he says, trying to pry your fingers away from your curled-up hand.

“I think it’s fine.” There are tears in your voice, and sometimes you wish Carmy was the type of person whose emotions naturally adjusted to balance out those around him, but your alarm only works him up.

“Let me see,” he insists sharply, and you don’t have the will to resist, letting him unfold your fingers. You flinch as he removes the paper towel, blood running quickly into the crevices of your palm.

“Shit,” Carmy hisses, tugging it over the sink. Your hand looks like a delta of crimson streams. He picks the paper towel up again, dabbing roughly so he can see the cut better.

“Do you think it needs stitches?” you worry aloud, then immediately want to hit yourself. Even if he says it does, you think you’ll push back, too fearful of hospitals and needles and odd, stinging pains to consent to getting them.

Your boyfriend is quiet, bending close to your hand as he lifts the paper towel again, and your voice goes a bit shrill. “Carm?”

“No,” he says, staunching the wound again.

Relief washes over you like a warm tide. Still, you ask, “How do you know?”

Carmy presses your fingers closed like they had been, loosing a breath as he gives your fist a light squeeze. “I’ve seen enough cuts that do need stitches to know the difference. What the hell did you do?”

You try to breathe out like he had, but your chest still feels too tight. You can feel your heart beating in your hand. “I don’t know,” you admit. “The knife slipped and went through the skin, or, like, the peel.”

His brows knit together, and Carmy picks your knife up from the sink. You have no clue what he sees that you don’t, his eyes narrowing, but he shoots you a look once he’s done, setting it back down.

“It’s dull,” he says, like this is a punishable offense. Maybe in his kitchen, it is. “This is why we keep our knives sharp, so these fuck-ups don’t happen.”

“How was I supposed to know sharp knives were less dangerous?” You’re trying to joke, but your voice comes out watery. You press your lips together as adrenaline catches up to you, your vision blurring.

“Relax.” Carmy sounds tired. His grip is strong, though, as he wrestles you into a hug, thick arms banding across your shoulders. You feel stupid, and silly, and he can tell, his hand cupping the back of your neck as tears carve hotly down your cheeks. “You’re just supposed to know.”

You laugh wetly, breaking up some of the emotion knotted in your chest. Carmy pulls back until he can see your face. His hand moves to the side of your neck, thumb pressed against your jaw.

“You’re okay,” he says firmly. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head. “Not really, I was just scared.” Your lips wobble pathetically, tears dribbling off your chin. “And you yelled at me.”

Carmy blows out a breath, his mouth slanting wryly. “That wasn’t yelling,” he says, but brings his other hand to your face, brushing your tears away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you choke out, pushing against his hands until he gives in, letting you fold yourself into his chest again. “I’m sorry I didn’t sharpen my knife.”

“I’ll do it for you later.” You can feel his biceps bulging as he tightens his grip on you, holding you closer. “But there’s no fucking way we’re using that melon now.”

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sadhours · 1 year

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I stg I need a fic with billy and his lil housewife and (possible) breeding kink.

Just imagine he's coming home from work everyday and you've got his dinner made and everything. And not the abusive kinda housewife shit. But you love being his lil wifey. Love cooking him meals and preparing his clothes and lunch every morning before he leaves for work.

And the first thing he does when he comes home is giving you a big ole kiss on the cheek and thanking you for all your effort around the house

"Dinner looks so fucking good, love when you cook for me like this. You're absolutely amazing."

And oh godddd when he tells you he wants a kid (took lots of thinking for him) and he's expecting you to say no because you're both so young still. (20-22) but you say yes and now you're starting your own lil family.

big fan of the housewife thing. 🥵

18+ minors dni!!! Smut!

Falling into the role of Billy’s doting housewife was easy. Hell, you were doing it before he even put this beautiful ring on your finger. It shimmers in the sunlight as you smear mayonnaise on bread while you prepared his lunch for the day and you feel so warm and fuzzy at the memory of your wedding day. How absolutely gorgeous Billy looked in his tuxedo and the way his eyes lit up, all glassy when you walked down the aisle. You heave a happy sigh, layering meat and cheese on the bread. You’d requested the ham be sliced as thin as possible, almost shredded, just the way Billy liked it. You close the sandwich up and slide it into the ziploc baggie, zipping it up before delicately placing it in his lunch pail, along with a bag of Lay’s and a can of coke. You grab the pad of heart shaped sticky notes and press a sharpie to it.

I hope your day is as lovely as you are, you scrawl onto it in practiced cursive.

You carefully lay the note on top of the lunch and close the lid, latching it closed before hurrying to the bedroom and opening the closet door, meticulously retrieving Billy’s uniform from the rack and laying it out on the bed for him. Your long, satin nightdress sways with your movements. You hear the bathroom door open as you’re placing a pair of socks and briefs on the bed and you’re overtaken with the warmness of Billy’s body pressing into yours from behind. He places delicate kisses to the back of your neck, chills running up to meet his lips.

“Mmm,” he purrs, “Thank you, darling.”

You melt in his arms, leaning up to smooch his lips. “You’re so very welcome,” you grin.

He gives a loving tap to your rear before dropping the towel from his waist and snatching the briefs you’d picked out for him. You kiss his cheek, turning to return to kitchen and pouring him his cup of coffee and dish up his breakfast. It’s the same breakfast every weekday, hash browns, extra crispy bacon and sunny side up eggs. On the weekends, Billy spoils you by making French toast and mimosas, bringing it to you in bed.

You set it at the table as he’s walking into the kitchen, gifting you with a wink before he sits down, “Thanks for cooking breakfast, darling. Looks amazing.”

You flush at his never ending gratitude and praise, dish your own plate and sit across from him at the table, waiting patiently for him to salt and pepper his eggs before grabbing the shakers yourself.

“So what’s my gorgeous wife’s day look like?” he inquires, lovingly.

You bite your lip, his compliments never fail to make you feel hot and bothered, “I think I’ll do a bit of light reading. I’ve got to go to the grocery store and then I’ll clean before starting on dinner.”

Billy shovels hash browns in his mouth and smiles as he chews, a tender glint in his eyes as he looks at you. He swallows, “Make sure you have some fun. Not too much without me, though.”

He shoots you a wink and it goes straight to your heart and nether regions… You can’t help but giggle, “I think I’ll go to Sears before I go to the grocery store. I need a dress for that work thing you have.”

Billy lifts his asscheek, retrieving his wallet from his back pocket and hands over his credit card, “Here, doll.”

You take the card between your fingers, “Thank you.”

You two finish up breakfast and you take his plate, bringing the pair to the sink. You grab his lunch pail and follow him to the door, kissing him deeply while handing his lunch to him.

“Have a good day, love,” you sigh dreamily, cheeks flushed from the goodbye kiss.

“You too,” he smiles and heads to his Camaro.

You linger in the doorway, waving to him as he reverses out of the driveway.

You peer at the row of mannequins sporting the new spring collection, tulle and floral catching your eye as you reach to feel the material. They’re cute dresses but you’ve got a goal in mind. You trail to the formal collection. The event is a charity event that Billy’s workplace is sponsoring. It calls for something that doesn’t currently exist in your closet.

An emerald gown calls your name, the velvet number with a draping neckline and a subtle slit up the side. You file through the rack until you find your size, trying it on and imagining Billy standing beside you in a dark suit. You melt at the thought, missing him intensely. You’re sold and after you exit the dressing room, you make your way to the display of ties in the men’s section. You find an exact color match to your dress, giddy at the luck. You drape it against the gown and search for a twin handkerchief.

You make it home after your purchases, hanging the dress up and displaying the tie and handkerchief on the dresser for Billy to find. You get started on your routine of cleaning the house; picking up clutter, scrubbing the kitchen and bathrooms before making quick work of the vacuuming, dusting and mopping the place. You step back proudly as you gaze at the house. Glancing at the clock on the stove, you realize your time is waning before Billy will be back home. You hurry to get started on dinner, prepping the vegetables and marinating the meat.

As it nears six o’clock, you light the candles on the table and move to find the right record for dinner, flipping through the vinyls until you land on a collection of Paul Anka. You lift the needle on the machine before delicately placing the record on the platform. You start it and your hips begin swaying with the music, dancing your way back into the kitchen to set the table. You retrieve the bottle of white wine you’d been chilling in the fridge since returning home. You’re pouring both glasses when the front door swings open and with it, you’re breathtaking husband walks in. He strolls over, placing a hand on your hip and kissing your cheek.

“House looks incredible, dinner smells wonderful and you look ravishing,” he purrs.

You do it all for him, for this. You wouldn’t have it any other way. He treats you so well, gives you absolutely everything he can and it’s so easy to repay him with making his home a home.

“Thank you,” you squeak, cheerily as you take the lunchbox from his hand and placing it on the counter.

After dinner, Billy enjoys a cigarette at the table and you retrieve an ashtray for him. As you’re placing it down, he grabs onto your waist and pulls you into his lap. He showers you with kisses, earning a fit of giggles from you.

“God, I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he beams.

“I’m the lucky one,” you tap the tip of his button nose with your finger before forcing yourself up to get started on the dishes.

As you’re finishing up, Billy snakes his arms around your middle and kisses from your shoulder to your ear.

“Dance with me,” he requests and you accept gratefully, pulling your baby pink rubber gloves off before turning and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands rest on the small of your back as he sways with you in the kitchen, eyes gazing into your own. His ocean blue eyes are the prettiest you’ve ever seen, turning you to putty in his hands. He spins you around, dipping you and lifting you back up to kiss. Then he’s pressing you against the counter, still moving his hips in time with the music.

Don’t Ever Leave Me rings through the house, setting the mood perfectly for Billy to confess what he’s had on his mind since he married you.

“I want you to have my baby,” his voice is stern yet full of yearning.

It catches you off guard, eyes widening and he quickly babbles off, “I know. We’re young. But fuck, darling, I want to get you pregnant so goddamn bad.”

Heat rises up between your thighs while your chest tightens, you’re so pleasantly surprised. You’d been thinking about taking prenatal vitamins when your mom had told you it makes you more fertile. You’d wanted to start a family the second you got hitched.

“Yes,” you agree, “I wanna have your baby, Billy.”

He’s giddy at the prospect, lifting you up and placing you on the counter as he kisses you through his face splitting smile. Your legs wrap around him, hands pulling him even closer as you part your lips when his tongue prods for entrance. Your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his tongue swirl around yours. God, he’s all yours. You can’t believe you’ve been blessed with Billy. You thank every omniscient entity you can think of while he continues his invasion of your mouth. He pulls back and admires you, longing in his eyes. You’re floored under his gaze, extreme devotion to this man oozing from every pore.

“Get me pregnant, Billy,” you plead.

He picks you up from the counter, carrying you the bedroom and kicking the door open with his foot. He lays you down and begins kissing your legs, staring at your ankles and reaching your thighs. He shoves your dress up and hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down your legs and exposes your glistening core. He takes it in with hungry eyes, gentle fingers brushing through your folds. You toss your head back, moaning breathlessly as your fingers frantically grip onto the duvet beneath you. Billy rests his cheek on your thigh, observing his motions while he swipes languidly up and down. His fingers briefly connect with your clit and you writhe against it, but he moves his digits down to your eager hole. He heaves a sigh as he feels the slick leaking out. Billy places a sloppy kiss to your thigh before placing another over your sensitive bud, he flicks his tongue against it and you’re falling apart beneath him as you pant out his name and spreading your legs further apart.

“I’m gonna fill this gorgeous cunt up with my cum,” he growls, eyes peering up at you from between your legs which earns a desperate cry from you.

He licks a broad, firm stripe through your folds and then sucks your clit in between his lips. It feels so good you feel like you’re sinking into the mattress deeper and deeper. His digits slide inside of your pussy, curling when fills you to his knuckles.

You cry out, “Fuck!”

Billy pulls his mouth away but keeps working his fingers inside of you, spreading them to stretch you out. “I’m gonna get you so fucking pregnant,” he bellows, voice deep and husky.

“Please,” you beg, eyes squeezed shut as his fingers drag against your walls. “Wanna have your baby so bad… want you… need you to—“ the words catch in your throat and a loud moan replaces them as he licks against your clit again.

Billy pulls his fingers out, making you feel empty as you clench around nothing. You watch lustfully as he shoves his fingers in his mouth to taste you. You sit up and try to pull your dress up and over your shoulders but you struggle. Your husband chuckles softly and you feel his fingers grabbing onto the material to help you peel it off. He litters kisses along your collarbone as he maneuvers beneath your back to take your bra off, his tongue sticking out of the side of his lips in concentration. You giggle, heart swelling at the adorable sight of him.

“What’s so funny?” he chides playfully.

“Look so cute,” you chirp, your cheeks hot.

He pulls the straps from your shoulders and tosses the bra across the room, lowering his lips to your exposed breasts as he mumbles against the supple skin, “M’being sexy.”

“Mmm, yes, very,” you purr as your fingers tangle in his blonde coils.

Billy licks against your nipple as he cups your breasts, bouncing them slightly, “These are just gonna get bigger too.”

Your back arches as his hand dips between your legs, rubbing against your hole teasingly, it feels so good but you want him to fill it. Billy licks his lips, looking up at you, “I can’t fucking wait to fill this pussy up.”

He was ecstatic. Billy was remarkably well at pulling out. The entire time you’d been together, you’d never had a scare or mishap and you’d never used protection. His mind was reeling at the thought of actually cumming inside of you.

“Need it, baby,” you whine out, writhing beneath his touch.

He straightens himself up and starts undoing the buttons of his work shirt. Your eyes take in the flesh revealed underneath, his toned chest and stomach. He’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen and he was all yours. You sit up to push the collared shirt over his shoulders, he presses his palm to your chest and lightly pushes you back. He just wants you to watch right now. He unbuckles his belt and swiftly pulls it from the loops as you lay on your back, eyes following his fingers when they start to unbutton his pants. You ache to touch him, squirming in anticipation while he unzips and pushes the pants to the bottom of his thighs. He’s straining against his tight briefs, the ones you’d picked out for him. Billy palms himself over the cotton material and you groan softly, loving that you’re the reason why he’s so aroused.

“Lemme see,” you plead, voice so light it’s barely audible.

He smirks down at you, “You want it so bad.”

“Uh-huh,” you nod eagerly, licking your lips as your eyes bounce from his back down to his crotch. “Pretty please.”

“Eager girl,” Billy chides as he pushes his briefs down and you heave a pleased whine as you watch his cock spring out.

Billy’s hand wraps around his base and you watch as he strokes himself. You spread your legs further, an attempt to entice him to give you what you so desperately need. Billy’s eyes drop down when you do so, impervious grin spreading his lips up and he scoots his knees up a bit, inching closer to your drooling core. He slaps his tip against your pussy, sending chills up the back of your thighs.

He speaks low as he drags it through your folds, “I’m gonna pump this pussy full of my cum.”

The filthy words dripping with desire pulls a whine from you as your back arches and your hands grab at the sheets. Billy leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You rip your hands from the sheets and cling them onto his sides, parting your lips when you feel his tongue drag against them. Moaning into his mouth when you feel his cock finally slip inside you, angling your hips up to meet him. Billy grunts, stilling his movements as he looks into your eyes. You squirm, scratching against his ribs as you silently beg him to move again.

“Billy,” you plead, rolling your hips up.

He pushes your hair off your sweaty forehead and smiles, giving a hard thrust of his hips. You gasp, toes curling against the sheets beneath you. Billy closes his eyes tight, laughing softly, “I’m already gonna fucking cum.”

You giggle, “Yeah? Feels that good?”

He buries his face in your neck and mumbles, “Just thinking about filling you up is getting me there.”

You grab into his hair and wildly rocking your hips up. Billy groans, “Fuck…”

He pins your hips with his hands and drills into you, his face contorted and breathless moans tumbling from his throat.

“Billy,” you cry out, “Cum in my pussy!”

He groans out, shooting his thick, hot load into you. Billy pulls out, sitting back on his feet and licking his lips as he sees his seed leaking out of you. He scoops it up with his finger and shoves it back into you. He presses his cock back to your entrance and fucks his cum back into you, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it in quick circles. You cry out, the pressure building up in your stomach finally snapping as you fall apart around his dick.

Billy collapses next to you, kissing you all over but lifts an eyebrow as you lift your legs in the air and use your hands to hold your ass up too.

“What are you doing?” he asks, curiously.

“I read that if you wanna get pregnant, you should do this after,” you say matter-of-factory. Billy laughs, rubbing your stomach while he gazes at you lovingly.

Billy gets home from work not particularly in the best mood. Nothing really awful happened but it was a long day. All he wants to do is see your gorgeous face and relax.

He walks inside and you’re in the kitchen, dishing up plates as per routine. He saunters over to you, placing his lunchbox on the counter and grabbing a hold of your hips, turning you and pressing your back against the counter, kissing you eagerly.

You pull away and smile at him, “Long day?”

He nods, thumb caressing your chin, “Couldn’t wait to get home to my beautiful wife.”

“Pregnant wife,” you confess.

“What?” Billy’s eyes widen, smiling.

You nod, “I’m pregnant.”

Your husband picks you up and spins you around, kissing you deeply.

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x female reader

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callofdudes · 1 year

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I know you have a temporary writers block at the moment but I wanted to leave this here.

I thought about could you do the alone mission form mw2 but add a y/n point of view as well

Platonic please

I'm slowly making my way through my inbox and trying to get everything out. But I have been working on this for a hot minute @itsscromp 🫡

A/N: This will replay the Alone mission from your perspective. I have included a majority of Soap and Ghost' s dialogue, some being repurposed and such. The mission won't be 100% accurate as some details I'm foggy on, but please enjoy regardless. And spoilers for the Alone mission I guess??

This is so long... Oh my gosh.

Just over 10K words, so buckle up.

CW: Blood, violence, heavy swearing, near death, still calling you Cobra 🐍

Everything was a blur. Your adrenaline spikes, and you remember your body being thrown from the moving truck. Graves curses angrily when you slam the door open and tumble out. Your body slams against the asphalt. Pain spreads through your limbs as you tumble and roll down into the ditch.

You roll over twigs and branches that scrape and drag across your skin. Your body crashes into a tree in the dirt, leaving you shaking.

You pant. You hear the truck stop along the road. You force your breath in and lay as still in the slick mud as possible.

You pray that you won't be found.

Graves starts yelling and cussing.

"Why weren't you watching them!?"

"Let them go! They won't make it out alive on their own anyway." He orders his men back in the car, and the tires pick up back across the road.

You wheeze. Alejandro. They still had Alejandro.

Your lungs compress and ignite like flames, each breath hard and forced.

You pick up your aching body and crawl out of the ditch. Your wrists ache, still zip tied together. You reach up and press your comm. "Soap?? Ghost?? Can either of you hear me??" You wheeze and coughed.

The commlink crackles and your spirits rise.

"Cobra! This is Soap, how copy?"

Relief floods your body. "Stable. Currently crawling in a ditch down the road-" You cough. "Where's your location?"

"A town just a couple miles from here. Meet me there."

You struggle with the your sore hands. "Copy that."

You stand yourself up on your knees and rise to your feet. The rain chills your body, the moonlight being your only guide. Your vision blurs momentarily, blood rushing through your ears. You shake your head quickly and stagger forward.

You walk back up the road to the shootout and look down into the brush. That must have been where Johnny went. You hop down and trek the sticky mud. All the while struggling with your knife. You needed to get this stupid zip tie off but it was proving a bit more difficult in your shaky form.

About halfway through the walk your commlink crackles again.

"Sergeant how copy?" The voice is deeper and makes your insides loosen with reassurance.

"Ghost! I'm headed for Soap."

"Alright sergeant. That town is crawling with shadows. Soap is hidden inside one of the first shops you'll see, to your left. go straight there."

"Copy that."

You slid down a slope and came upon the darkened town. Definitely abandoned and silent. Everyone must be in hiding.

You notice the first building had a faint light on and a sign above the door. You look both ways before making a break for it. You struggle with the wet door handle. It jiggles and pulls but you can't quite grab it.

"Soap- it's me!" You attempt to whisper yell through the door.

The door is pushed open and Soap rushes out, his gun knocking against your jugular. "Easy- easy-"

Johnny looks both ways before pulling you back inside. "Hells bells you scared me!" He scolds.

"Apologies. I couldn't get the door open." You raise your hands to show him your predicament. "That's alright." Johnny pulls out his knife and slices it down between your wrists and snaps the zip tie.

"I thought Graves got you? I was worried."

"I jumped from the truck."

Johnny opens his arms and pulls you in tightly. "You crazy bastard."

You chuckle. And then you notice his arm. "Soap, are you ok?"

Johnny hums. "Oh! That, yeah, just a bullet wound. I'm fine. I'm more worried about you. Just look at yer self."

Johnny grabs a lamp and points it across your body. In the darkness you could feel the damage but were unsure of what damage that was. Your pants are tearing at the knees and blood is starting to stain deep through your pant leg. Your arms are clearly going to bruise and you are starting to shake more violently.

"If you need a stim I'm sure we can find one."

You shudder and shake your head. "No, I'll be fine. I just want to get us in and out."

"Luckily Ghost will help. Not like he didn't leave us- I still don't know how he got to the church in the half the time I did."

You shrug. "He IS the Ghost."

Johnny nods. "Speaking of..." *He presses down his comm. "Ghost. Cobra has reached my position. Awaiting further instructions."

You wring out your wrists anxiously.

"Shadows are swarming the grounds. Our best option is to split up."

"Split us up!? What-" Johnny claps his hand over your mouth. You grab his forearm and quickly shut up. Johnny releases you after a moment and consults his comms. "Lt, is splitting us up the best idea?"

"Two soldiers together are more noticable than one."

"Are you injured?" Ghost asks again, referring to you. You huff, "I'm not a medic."

"Tell me something I don't know."

You look at Johnny who chews on Ghost's words for a moment. "You ok to go on your own?"

"Anything to get out alive." You reply.

Johnny clicks his comm again. "Alright Lt. What do we do?"

"Keep your blood in, you'll need every drop."

"Thanks for the tip. Where are you?" Johnny asks.

"There's a church. I'm heading to it. Let's RV there. You'll need to improvise to survive."

"Get Cobra suited up. No doubt Graves confiscated your weapons?" Ghost questions.

You search your person, only finding your Glock at the front of your armor. "Stripped."

"I ain't got much to work with here either Lt."

"Just get out there and worry about not getting killed then. You know protocol."

Johnny looks up at you and nods. "See you on the other side?"

"You'd be stupid to think I'm going anywhere."

You two shake on it. Johnny checks the windows and gives you the go-ahead. You slip out the front door into the night. Watery lights drift through the rain. Old buildings cast black shadows and remains of life.

You slip around a corner, still trying to shake the impending exhaustion of your fall. You turn on your comm. and listen to the sound of Soap and Ghost's voices. Ghost was focusing on Johnny, leaving you to assume the coast was clear and keep moving. Thank goodness it was.

Usually, soldiers were mindless enough to talk to each other loud enough to hear, but risking your chances wasn't an option.

You slip into another house and sweep through the interior. The upstairs bedrooms, the kitchen, and the living room. No signs of any better gun or any ammunition.

You walk back down the stairs, your knee buckling on the last step, sending you tumbling into the wall. Your hand moves out and you manage to catch yourself before your face had a nice meeting with said wall.

You pant, your leg spasming before settling down again.

"Cobra how copy?" Ghost questions.

"Solid. Just tripped."

"Don't give away your position."

"Affirmative sir."

You pull yourself back up and step out of the house and back into the rain.

You walk up to the edge of the building, your blood freezing at the sound of a vehicle's tires against the wet pavement. You fall back, slamming against the wall in a panic to hide.

"There's a truck." Johnny says over the comm.

"Two men." He whispers moments later. You slide around the corner just enough to faintly see the men. Their voices clear as day.

"Any sign of 'em?" One of them asked, looking around.

You hide again, trying to calm your racing heartbeat and force your breathing down.

"Not yet. Check everywhere, assume they're alive and dangerous..." A second soldier replies.

"Let's hope not. That's a shitstorm we don't need." Comes the voice of the first.

"They were ordered to stand down and they didn't."

"I don't like where this is goin', man... It's not right. These are 141 guys..."

"They don't write their own rules..."

"Do we...? Who the fuck is in charge here?"

"Whoever signs our fuckin' checks, that's who." The first soldier replies again before going quiet.

You shudder out a breath, feeling your knee start to ache again. You move across the street and hide in the shadow of one of the buildings. The rain conceals your sublet movements.

"Graves is here." Johnny's voice comes. "Looks pissed. He's on my side but keep it low."

You slip into another house, stomach flipping at the sight of a woman pushed off her chair with a bullet in her head.

"Copy that." You mutter as you continue.

You searche the cupboards and stairs. More ammunition but no sign of a gun. With any luck you could take out a Shadow and steal his.

You look up at the sound of a far gunshot, sidearm at the ready.

"Graves and Shadow are on a killing spree."

You shudder. You could only imagine. You hear footsteps outside the home and voices. You duck under one of the windows and flick the blinds up just enough with your finger to see the same two Shadow soldiers passing by.

"Looking for Hassan." Ghost replies to Johnny.

"Hassan and us." You mutter. You reach for the door handle and gently open the front door. The two soldiers were still talking even as you approached their backsides.

Your heart pounds, fear drawing up through your chest and locking in your movements. You grab one man, your hand clasping over his mouth. The second soldier turning just as you shoot his partner through the back.

Before he could shoot you throw his dead partner's weight his way and shoot him in the face.

You get down in the rain, bare knees stinging on the tarmac. You rip open their vests, happy to find a much better gun at his hip and a stim in his vest.

"Fucking hell..."

"Keep in there Johnny. Just keep moving." You say, hands shaky as you use the stim.

"Advise both of you move interior if you're not already. It's good cover." Ghost says.

You stand from the shadows and work your way back over to their abandoned vehicle for cover. Over the hood of the car you can see Johnny slipping inside an open garage.

"Any luck?" You ask.

"No joy... Door's locked."

"Shit. New plan?" You slip over the hood of the car and give Johnny a thumbs up.

"Look for supplies- things you can make tools with. Welcome to guerrilla warfare..."

"I'm not liking it so far."

"You aren't supposed to."

"Thanks, lieutenant." You grumble. You turn to go around the opposite way Johnny went when you hear him shudder.

"Creepin'..."

"What are you seein'?" You ask, wondering if it was safe to move.

"A bloodbath." Johnny replies.

"Watch your arse.. You got exactly zero allies down there..."

"Cobra, get a move on. I have a feeling those Shadows around to come around again. Stick with Soap for the time being."

You slip around the hood of the truck. You run to where you'd seen Johnny and your eyes land on the sight before you, stomach churning again. Johnny is untangling a rope away from a man's feet who is already long deceased.

Johnny looks up when he sees you at six. "We're friends, no..?" You nod and come around to his side to inspect his work.

You start to look around the laundry room, looking for anything you were missing.

"Teammates Johnny. Friendships not in the field manual."

"Neither is mask making." You grin, finding an old ceiling fan and breaking off one of the blades.

Johnny couldn't help a small chuckle at your reply. He comes over to you with the rope and nods.

"Rope and a fan blade. Could work as a weapon??"

"I don't think so. Might gash someone's throat but in no way could do any other kind of damage."

You shrug. He was right.

"Tie off the blade with the rope and pry open the door." Ghost instructed.

"Sounds like you've done this before..." You hold on to the fan blade and follow Johnny back toward the garage.

"Years of practice..."

"Maybe when we get out of here you could actually teach us this stuff, no?"

"If you live that long."

"You think we'll live that long?" Johnny asks, starting to pry open the garage door.

"No." Ghost replies.

"As comforting as always lieutenant."

Johnny cracks the door open, the fan blade twists and bends, snapping once the door opens and the hinges of the lock crack.

"Busted the fan blade..." He mutters.

"Get you through the door?"

"Affirmative."

Johnny inspects the hallway and slowly moves in. You stay until he makes it inside and eventually, he motions you forward. And the two of you enter.

Johnny takes the lead ahead of you. You can't help but look at a few paintings down the hallway of a family. When you enter the living room you can hear loud voices.

Johnny arches to a stop, causing you to pause as well.

You can hear Graves yelling in the kitchen. Several Shadow men stalk around the area.

Johnny retreats from the living room and brings you back into the hallway. "We have to do something-" Johnny covers your mouth with his hand and stays in place.

You both listen to the shouting. You try to block it out. Your heart pounds away, fear making your shoulders up through your throat ice cold.

"Mama! ¡Mama! ¡Mama...!"

"Si tocas a mi familia, I will feed you to the fucking leonas! ¡Me escuchas!"

Your hand shoots up and grabs onto Johnny's bicep when you hear the gunshots. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly and try to keep focused.

Johnny looks as scared as you. His bottom lip trembles violently. The Shadows leave and move to another house to raid.

"Don't hurt my children... I'm begging you... Please..." A woman begs. In the distance, you can hear more yelling and gunshots.

A tear runs down your cheek. You dig into Johnny's skin, wanting to cry and scream. If Graves did anything, you'd kill him. Right here, right now.

Johnny looks into your eyes as a deafening silence continues. A moment of what felt like hours passes.

"Take the kid, get him out of here." Graves finally answers.

It relaxes you only slightly as the voices keep up. But you can't muster to listen anymore. No amount of training could rid you of the empathy that stung you on your job every day.

Johnny slowly pulls his hand away, his breath husky. "Come on." He whispers. You nod slowly and follow him toward the kitchen. You manage to sneak past the Shadows and up the stairs.

The smell of smoke hits you, but you dare not look, knowing what you'll find

Once in the hallway, You're able to relax scarcely. You step through the hallway after Johnny.

"God, this is awful." You shudder.

"Come on. Just gotta keep moving." Johnny replies.

"Lt. You good?"

"Peachy. How are you two coming along?"

Johnny bends down and picks up a headlamp off the floor. "Found a headlamp. Not too far from the previous owner either."

"Good. It can light your way but you risk attracting attention."

Johnny steps back into the hallway and motions you to the left while he checks the last room. You walk inside, blood stains on the carpet and chaos in the wake of Shadow men.

You shudder but continue searching the room. At this point, the aching in your body is the least of your concerns.

"Just keep moving..." You remind yourself under your breath.

"So, where do we go from here?"

"Think we'll get the green light to go after these guys?" Johnny says. You can hear him rummaging around in the other room.

"No more greenlights. We're on our own."

You frown. "What about Captain Price?"

"Price isn't here, is he...? The old man can't bail us out. Not this time."

Your eyes turn despaired at one of the bodies. You don't reply, but Ghost continues to talk.

"Alejandro you can trust. But, he's in Graves' custody. If he's even alive... Laswell's close with Shepherd. Callin' her's a no-go until we learn more."

You find a few more things around the room and turn to go. "I trust the Captain - if he knew, he'd be here."

"Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most."

"Good advice Lt..."

"I want to be like you when I grow up."

You move back into the hallway and find Johnny also exiting back into the hallway.

"You want to be better than me, sergeant."

You couldn't help a tiny smile.

"Got our work cut out then."

"That you do..."

"Think we'll live that long?" Johnny asks.

"Probably not."

You ignore Ghost's pessimism and continue on.

Johnny nods to the last door. You slowly approach it and twist the handle. "Locked." Johnny holds up a lock-picking contraption. You move back behind him so he can bust the door open.

The lock cracks and the door is forced open.

You enter the room, stopping when you see the caged dog. He barks when he sees you, forcing a retreat.

"Fuck-"

Johnny grabs your hand and tugs you out of the room and around the corner. You can hear a Shadow soldier yelling downstairs, footsteps tromping up the stairs.

You watch the door as the Shadow walks into the room. He positions his gun and investigations the room thoroughly.

"It's the dog from the bedroom. I don't see anything. I'll stick around, just in case..."

You look at Johnny who motions you to stay.

You settle into the shadow of the upstairs. You focus on maintaining your breathing. You don't know how long you were there. Felt like a bloody long time before the Shadow soldiers decided to pack his ass up and leave.

"Did you see the caged dog?" Johnny manages to ask over the comms.

"Big geezer. If he barks, shoot him and repo quickly- Don't get compromised..." Ghost responds.

"You are stone cold, Simon."

You follow Johnny, shuddering when you pass the room with the dog.

"hey Cobra. What has two legs and bleeds?

You walk back into the hallway and one of the rooms, finding a balcony.

"Don't tell me."

"Half a dog."

"I asked you not to tell me."

Johnny approaches the balcony and sees the streets below are clear. "Think you can jump with those legs?"

"Honestly no."

Johnny nods. "I'll do my best to catch you then."

You look down over the ledge as Johnny hops up and tumbles down to the ground. You can see two Shadow men at the end of the roadway Johnny is in.

The fall was well-timed and he manages to get back up from it. He looks down the road and then up at you. He reaches his arms out, his injured one shaking more than the other.

You take a deep breath. You force your slightly less battered leg up onto the ledge. Your hands grip it tightly, fear scouring through your body.

You know Johnny is going to do his best to catch you. Even if the odds of that aren't in your favor.

You let go of the ledge and drop to the ground. Johnny grabs your underarms just before your legs wack against the ground. You have to bite your tongue to halt the slu of profanities that passes your mind.

"Sorry- that wasn't my plan." Johnny winces.

Your eyes swell with tears. "I'm fine." You wheeze.

He helps you regain your balance, but you're within seconds of collapsing. "Are we almost there?"

"Gimme a sit-rep." Ghost's voice crackles back over the comms.

"Outside... Gated alley." Johnny checks on you once last time before reaching for his gun.

"Stick to the edges and stay low."

"Copy."

You follow Johnny to the corner, wincing when your leg bends and you stumble into the wall.

"You ok?"

You nod to Johnny and urge him forward.

"What exactly do we get from this?" You wheeze again.

"You may get a brag rag for this..." Ghost replies monotonously.

"A medal?"

"Chest candy." He restates.

You scoff. "Dead Shadows are my medals."

Johnny reaches the back of the road just as the two Shadows walk off.

"Split up?"

Johnny shakes his head. "I'm not leaving you battered. You can barely walk."

"You doubt my abilities."

"I doubt your legs." He holds out his hand. "Stick with me, we get out alive. We find Ghost. Together."

You grabbed his hand and he led you forward. "Together."

"Church is on the north side of the city. I've set up a sniper position in the church tower. Find your way there, and you might just make it."

"We're on it Lt."

Johnny moves forward into the open yard. He stops by the wall of a building. You can see another group of Shadows.

"Fucking hell." You mutter.

"Graves is rounding up cops."

Johnny reaches out his arm to hold you back. Graves comes out of one of the houses, and you both watch the scene before you. You watch the Shadows murder one civilian after the other. Firing gunshot after gunshot.

"He's judge, jury, and executioner now."

Your hands quiver and pulse across your gun.

You look down and find a bottle in the street. "Johnny." You whisper and hold it up for him to see.

"A bottle. Good for a distraction. Could prove useful."

You continue to search around for a moment until Johnny hums. "Got it."

"Commandeered some wax, LT."

"Could prove useful..." Ghost reiterates.

You make eye contact again and you nod. You were ready.

Johnny looks and motions toward the water fountain in the middle of the street.

You slip out from the corner. You can't help but try and rush when you hear Graves yelling, followed by another gunshot.

And another.

You skid to a stop at the fountain and duck down behind it. You clutch your gun tightly and motion Johnny over. He comes around the corner and rushes across the open street.

He ducks down next to you and looks around. Two soldiers were standing by the perimeter of the street.

You try to still your breathing and keep Johnny from moving forward when you hear them talking.

"I got too much respect for these guys to go to guns unless they do." The first one says, his back turned toward you two.

"I bet we'd come out on top of that fight." The second one snarks.

"I don't wanna test my skills against 141."

"What are you thinkin'?"

"We should white flag this thing and talk or everyone's gonna end up dead."

"You gettin' scared, dude?"

" I'm not fuckin' scared, bro. I'm not stupid either. Any movement over there? It's quiet here... Narcos got outta Dodge. It's not them I'm worried about anyway..."

"I thought you said you're not scared."

"I'm worried, worried is different than scared..."

Johnny taps your arm and motions to a nearby crate. "Stay here."

You nod and continue to hold your position as he sneaks out just enough to reach the box.

"Same fuckin' thing..." The second Shadow replies when you turn your attention back on the conversation.

"No, it's not, it's not the same thing at all..."

"I'm telling you right now, don't let these guys get in your head..."

"So, you're tellin' me you see that big boy with the skullface, and you're not gonna start sweatin'?" The first Shadow sasses.

"I'm not gonna see him--"

"You're right, you won't see him. It's too late if you see him, you're fuckin' dead already."

You chuckle. "I think they're scared of you, Ghost." You whisper into your comm.

The radio crackles, but Ghost doesn't reply.

Johnny returns to your position and smiles. "Found a mouse trap."

"And this is good news because..?"

"Surpisingly useful as a trigger."

You look from the mousetrap to the bottle and start to catch on to his plan.

"It's no airstrike, but it'll do." He smirks.

"You both are doing good. Just keep moving. The longer you sit there the more chances you have of being killed."

You looked at Johnny. "Copy that Lt." You huff.

You looked into Johnny's eyes, and he can tell you are starting to give out. Your energy is fading, and you kind of liked the sound of staying there.

Johnny takes your hand and clutches it tightly. "Stay with me, soldier. Come on. Only a little longer and we can rest."

"Johnny I'm tired."

"I know, I'm going to get us out of here-" Johnny presses down on his comm. "Ghost, Cobra is fading, we need your oversight."

"I've got you Johnny. You're clear."

"Y/n."

Your ears ring when he says your name. You groan, trying to keep quiet.

"Y/n, you need to keep walking. Just keep walking, I'll get you both out of here, can you do that for me?"

Tears filled your eyes. "Yes sir."

"Good. I've got your backs, Johnny, use what you've found to conjure a distraction."

"I'm already on it Lt."

Johnny readjusts the bottle and throws it at the Shadows blocking your path. You scuff your boots and shove them under you to swing upward.

The Shadows look up, rushing to check the sound of the bottle smashing against the brick wall.

Johnny pulls your arms, and you both sneak down the overshadowed alleyway.

Your vision swims and goes fuzzy again. Your hand unclasps from Johnny's, and his silhouette fades into the darkness. You slump back to your knees, resting against the side of the building.

"Lieutenant..." Your thumb quivers, unable to keep the comm open to talk.

"I'm right here sergeant. You'll be ok, keep moving. I know you can do it."

"Tired..."

"Where is Johnny?"

You look up. You try to clear your head. Your insides swim with bile, and it makes the hooks of your jaw fuzzy. Your throat forces down saliva you don't want to swallow.

The shadows move, and there is Johnny. He rushes back over to you and crouches. "We've gotta go come on."

You grab onto him, unsure of where your feet are going, but you stand during the process.

Johnny guides you. His eyes soften again, and he slows down so you can slouch against him to take away some of the pain from your ankles.

"We're so close." He says.

You shake your head of the dizzy feeling and muster yourself up.

Johnny brings you to the end of the street and lays you up against the wall. You draw your gun into your lap and watch Johnny hunt the street for material.

"Found some chemicals." He says into his comm.

"Tie them up with some wax and you got a smoke bomb. A toxic distraction."

"Sick... I like it."

"Guarantee you they won't..."

"How is Cobra doing?" Ghost asks a minute later.

"Solid. Hanging on."

Johnny finds a roll of tape just a bit further from the chemicals. "I can use that later." You watch Johnny as he starts to make an explosive contraption.

You rise to your feet. Your knees shake but you manage to keep yourself up. You come to Johnny's back and could see he was making a bomb of sorts.

Eventually, he tucks it into his bag. He motions across the street and you follow him into another house. When entering you see a Shadow slammed up against the wall of the room, dead.

"Woah."

Johnny comes over and examines the knife stuck in his throat. "Looks like Ghost's handiwork." You mutter. "Missing a knife Lt?"

"Several."

"Think we found one."

"Some of the dead Shadows are my handiwork..."

"You came through here?" You ask.

"On my way to the church."

"And you left us?" You frown.

"I'm used to working alone."

"So much for no man left behind." Johnny grumbles.

You pull the knife from the Shadows' throat and clean the blood on your vest pocket. You can probably use it for something. Might as well return them to him.

"Just get yourself to the church. Tryin' to keep you alive and get you here in one piece. One of us needs to survive to tell the tale."

"It'll probably be you." You reply.

Johnny motions you forward and the two of you search the house. Everything is in shambles, barely put together, and a mess in every sense.

Johnny moves into the living room and chuckles. "Seek and ye shall find..."

"Whatcha got?" You perk up curiously and walk over to him where he was currently strapping a briefcase to his person.

"Black powder..."

"Nice. This could get interesting..."

Johnny nods and the two of you set off. Johnny moves up the stairway while you search the kitchen. Under the cupboard there are a few chemicals you see fit to take with you.

"So..." You open your comm.

"What if we don't get out?"

Ghost hums. "If you mean all three of us die. We die. Price has to learn of this himself, three of his best soldiers dead and barely a task force left. You know. No pressure or anything."

"And what if you get out alive?"

"Then I'm going for safety, regrouping with Price. Then I'm finding Alejandro and Graves."

"Good plan."

"If you want to be in on it you might want to keep moving sergeant."

"Copy that Lt."

Johnny tromps back down the stairs and shakes his head. Nothing much.

"Lt, about to play rough with the Shadows..." You slip toward the back door, hands shaking and rough.

"I like the sound 'o that." Ghost replies.

"Fashioned a trip mine..." Johnny adds.

"A man after my own heart..."

"That's a scary thought." You mutter.

"You learn fast, Y/n."

You slip the back door open and find a lone Shadow standing guard. From your vest pocket, you pull out Ghost's knife and grip it in your hand.

Johnny nods, and you slip forward. You buckle your hand over the Shadow's mouth and drive the knife up into his back. His body strangles and freezes before going limp and falling to the ground.

"That knife came in handy."

"You're welcome."

"I ain't thanking you lieutenant." You chuckle and slip the blade back into your vest.

You search the Shadow's vest and are lucky enough to find a pistol. "Found a gun."

"Good work. Moving up in the world. Choose your shots and targets wisely. Guns make noise."

"Copy Lt."

Johnny stares down at the dead Shadow a moment longer. You hear a noise down the road and your eyes shoot up as another Shadow walks your way.

"Fuck, come on MacTavish." You grab his hand and pull him out of the street and around the corner. You make ten paces before you're stopping again, faced with another group of conversing Shadows.

"I wanna find those English motherfuckers. That asshole with the mask and the other leprechaun." The first one says.

"Leprechaun's-they're Irish, I told you that." The second one responds.

"Right. One o' those dudes with the skirts."

"It's called a kilt."

"It's a dude in a dress, that's all I know..."

"Uh huh. What about the third one? Smart ass little sergeant got away."

"They're 141, what do you expect? Wimps?"

"Just want to get my hands on that one. Slimy as a frog. An agile thing."

Johnny scoffs. He prepares his bomb from behind you and doesn't waste his time throwing it in their direction. "Lot o' slime." He mutters.

The smoke bomb hits the ground and alerts the Shadows. Before you know it Johnny is taking off toward one of the alleys.

"Fuck-"

Gunfire rains down on you, forcing you from your position. The gunfire strays you out into the street and down a separate roadway. You slam yourself around the corner and down against the wall. You clench your teeth, fresh blood trickling down your arm.

Your left hand is shaking violently, unable to hold your weapons.

You slouch against the wall, breathing ragged and body gushing blood.

"Cobra!? What's your position!" Johnny finally asks worriedly through the comms. You huff, raising your hand to respond. "Solid... But hit."

"Shit. My bad." Johnny apologizes.

"All good." You reply.

You slowly stand, pressing your weight into the wall until you manage to recover yourself.

"Feeling weak, are you?"

"bit shaky, sir, yeah." You roll your neck, pain shooting up your spine.

"Graves tried to kill us. Would stand to reason if you were a little off. Find a stim- It'll give you a boost"

"I just want out of this alive."

"We'll get you out alive then."

"So you do like me?"

"I like you both alive."

"Fair enough."

You traverse through the roadway and sidetrack into a garage linked to a building.

"Found a stim." Johnny says over comm.

"Use it. I'm out of luck." You push your way through the door, hissing at the use of your hurt arm.

"Elbow is going numb."

"Find a stim."

"I'm trying to find anything I can." You reply.

Johnny and Ghost maintain contact while you slip through the house and scavenge for anything you can take to keep the Shadows off you.

You find only one speckle of useful items like chemicals, which are more useful in Johnny's hands.

"Y/n.. Graves is burning the midnight oil to find us... Why...?" Ghost asks.

You frown. "He's involved. Both Sheppard and Graves are involved."

"No matter what- this is an unprecedented amount of fuckery. We need to get to the bottom of it." Johnny adds.

"Accurate and deadly fire tends to resolve these things. Right now, we're not safe here."

"Right now... we're not safe anywhere, Lt." You break into another room, combing through as you go. You sneak out the backdoor and find yourself faced with Shadow soldiers.

You manage to slip past as they talk and into the next house.

You find a small storage room and your heart sinks when you find a civilian laying dead next to a toolkit. "Son of the damn devil." You whisper.

You walk through the rest of the house. Chairs and dreary wallpaper, everything a normal family would need.

You jump when you hear banging thunder against one of the doors. You grab your knife as you approach the door and swing it open.

But just as you do, the wounded civilian on the other side falls to his knees. His eyes look up at you in pain and fear before he's gone.

You swallow the sick feeling in your mouth and step over him and press forward.

"I'm in the coffee shop." You sit rep.

"Get us a tea."

You roll your eyes. "Fuckin' Brits. You'll owe me for this you know?"

"Why?"

"We're all fixing each other's problems."

"And what's my problem?"

"The mask," You whine.

"Take it off." Johnny joins, making you smile.

"Show my face?"

"Yes, sir. Ain't nothing wrong with that."

"Negative."

You pout. Finally, you find a stim case on the counter, along with some other trinkets. You jab it into your arm and feel slight relief from the adrenaline.

There's a briefcase sitting on the table. You open it only to find more explosives and an aiming sight. Not much use to you.

You grab the briefcase and hang on to it, just in case Johnny can use it.

"Are you ugly?" Johnny continues.

"Quite the opposite." Ghost replies.

"I doubt that."

Johnny chuckles, and Ghost disappears from the comms. You switch your channel to just Johnny, "I think we bullied him."

"Aw, poor Lt."

You search behind the shop counter. "He does owe us when we get back, though."

"That's for fucking sure. This would go a lot smoother if we were all together."

You push another door open, looking around and finding nothing.

"You know, maybe a vacation could do us good??"

"Vacation? The hell are you on about."

"The Bahamas are sounding really nice right about now."

"Ghost is allergic to the sun."

You chuckle. You hear the door of the coffee shop open. You're at the ready, slipping back out of the room, only to see Johnny.

"Scared me for a minute."

"Figured out where the coffee shop was."

You hold out the briefcase and smile. "Figured you could use this." You look down and see the gun in his hand. "And where did you find that?"

"Tripwire. House just down the road."

Johnny takes the case of explosives and secures the sight onto his gun.

"Have you checked everything?"

"No, just the first door."

You both head for the office door, to no surprise it's locked.

Johnny hums and pulls out a couple of tools from his belt. "Give this a try."

You take a step back as he slots the tool in the door and force it open.

"Nice skills there Soap."

He winks and allows you in first. A couple filing cabinets, a desk, and a safe. You approach the safe. "Is there a code around here??"

Johnny inspects the room, looking under papers and books. His attention soon turned to the calendar up on the wall. With a suspicious number of dates circled. "That looks interesting."

"Give it a go?"

Johnny nods, so you punch in the numbers, your eyes widening when it works. "On the money."

You open the safe and search inside. Throwing knives, money...

"Oh ho ho."

Johnny raises a brow. "What??"

"Hand held .50 cal...? You're coming with me..."

Johnny gapes. "What!? No way, I want that one."

You frown. "No way, you have the big guy." You motion briefly to the Lockwood in his hands. "This one, is mine."

Johnny sputters but ultimately huffs and shuts up.

You switch your radio to the clear channel again. "Ghost."

"Y/n..."

"Guess what I found?"

"More stopping power?"

"Check."

Johnny huffs, making his way back out of the room and you follow close behind.

"Your life expectancy just went way up."

"Thank you!"

"Not yet sergeant. It's still your job to keep you alive."

"Thanks Lt. Really helping us out here."

Johnny approaches the window to take a look outside. "Uh oh, looks like we're gonna have company."

You look up, seeing the Shadows advancing outside. "What do we do?"

"We can fight?"

"Took risky." You reply.

"That's three less Shadows on our tail."

You chew your lip, trying to make a decision.

"You two, check out that warehouse." The Shadow says.

Johnny grabs your arm and pulls you down next to him. "Guess we're fighting it out." You clock your gun.

"Let's get it over and done with."

"You make it sound like we're doing chores." You retort.

"They've got no guns, he won't get far." A second Shadow says, much closer than before.

"They're 141... Still dangerous. Go left, I'll clear the alley."

"Roger, on it."

Johnny sneaks around the edge of the bar, motioning you to follow him. You crawl quickly on your hands and knees, barely out of sight before the door to the shop opens.

Boots crackle wetly along the tile ground. You steady your breath as the Shadow enters, followed by another.

"Ya here? Not too late to surrender..." The Shadow calls out.

You look at Johnny who is readying himself.

Your comm crackles and you freeze.

"Sergeant, how are we doing?" Ghost asks.

Your eyes widen.

The Shadows snap and round the corner, ammo loaded.

You roll to your feet and slam the closest one to you against the wall, the barrel of your gun against his jaw and soon a bullet in his brain. Johnny tussles with the other one before managing to overpower him and stabbing him in the throat.

You both run for the backdoor and run out into the street. Johnny slips down the alleyway toward the third Shadow and slices him clean through the back with his knife.

"Come on."

You break for it down the alley and across the street.

"Come on. A bit further."

You huff. You pant. Your legs buckle and you slam down to the ground.

Blood leaks from your wounds and washes away in the street. Your breathing is heavy and you're feeling dizzy again. And a sick lightheaded feeling bounces around in the confines of your skull.

"Come on sergeant. We're almost there."

You shake your head. "I can't. Tired."

Johnny bends down and pulls you up into his arms. You're eyes focus on him briefly before he's just another blur out of reach.

His cold hand cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. "Come on. Come on you're doing So good. I know you can keep moving. I know you can!"

You press your hand to your stomach, feeling bile rise in your chest. Johnny's eyes fade in and out, his figure blending with the shadows.

"Ghost. Cobra isn't doing well."

You huff and heave. Your eyes swell with tears.

Johnny can see it coming and he slowly moves you out of his arms and down to the ground.

Your vision fades in and out.

"What's the sergeants condition?" Ghost asks.

Johnny smooths his hands over your arms. He checks your vest for any kind of medical supplies. Worry bubbling when he finds nothing to bandage you with. "Not good. I'm not sure what's going on-"

"Alright Johnny. Flip y/n over, get the sergeant on their hands and knees."

"No-!" You wheezed. "Hurt."

Johnny scavenges his person for medical supplies, finding nothing.

"Shit. Y/n, come here. I've got you."

You dry heave, your chest flares up, and your cheeks flush.

Johnny helps to flip you over and rubs your back. "It's ok. You're doing well keeping up."

You feel bile rise in your throat. The burn follows before bile forces it's way out from your stomach. Your insides churning and twisting.

Bile spills into the street and burns your dry, sore throat. Blood spills into the mess and slips into one of the storm drains.

When your stomach finally settles enough to suck in air.

Your shaking arms fold in, giving Johnny barely a second to pull you back into the safety of his arms. The rain is starting to get to you. Plastering your shirt to your skin and your hair damp against your forehead.

"Lt. We need to get going." Johnny comms. Much more concerned than before.

You curl into his cold embrace. Tired and sleep threatening to overtake your exhausted body.

"Johnny... town's full o' tunnels. One leads out across from the church. Be advised- the tunnel is flooded. Prepare for a cold swim."

Johnny winces as he pulls you up to your feet. Your head hangs, fighting for consciousness as he pulls you onto his shoulder.

"Hang on Y/n, I'm getting us home."

"Home..."

"Yeah. We're going home. It'll be warm. You can curl up in a blanket and relax. You just gotta hang on alright?"

"Can't wait."

"I know. But try."

"Still upright?" Ghost asks after a minute of walking.

"So far, so good. Can't say the same for Y/n though."

"You get caught out there, they'll kill you slow..."

"Mercs or the Narcos?"

"Narcos... They'll take videos..."

"I'll give 'em your email so they know where to send them..." Johnny opens another house door and slips inside.

"I won't watch 'em... More than once anyway..."

"Sick bastard..."

Johnny places you down by the stairs and cups your cheek. "How are we doing?"

Blood still drips from your mouth, and it's starting to trickle from your nose as well. All you can manage is a weak smile.

Johnny leaves you there while he searches the place. He searches the kitchen, the living room, and the garage. You're left unaided in silence.

"You still standing, Y/n?"

"Think I'm clear..." You can barely reply.

"Soap- you makin' progress?"

Johnny hums from the other room. "Aye. Gettin' there..."

You watch the blood trickling down your arm. Your vision briefly blurs again, but you blink it away.

"Hey sergeant." Your comm. Crackles again.

"Two goldfish are in a tank...?"

You shift gently, still holding your angry stomach. "Go on..."

Ghost replies immediately. "One turns to the other and says... "You know how to drive this thing?" Little army humor."

"Very little." You reply. But you can hear in his voice he's trying to hold back a chuckle. It's a comforting thought to think that wherever Ghost is, he's smiling.

Johnny gives you a nod when he comes back from the living room and walks up the stairs to check the second floor.

"Another?"

You clasp and unclasp your cold fingers. "Why not..."

"Why don't blind guys skydive?"

"Tell me."

"Scares the shit out o' their dogs..."

You crack a small smile.

"We could do this all night."

"That's what I'm afraid of." You respond.

Johnny comes back down the stairs and showed you the new weapon on his hip. "Found a safe upstairs. Had some snazzy stuff inside."

You attempt to stand with him but your body doesnt make it far.

Johnny quickly comes to your side and helps you up. "Don't worry. I'll keep us moving. Think you can hop on my back?"

You nod and stand against the wall as Johnny bends over. It's an uncomfortable fit against the protective vest, but it's better than being hauled over his shoulder.

He left through the front door and walked back out into the rain.

"Hey Ghost..." You croak.

"What is it, sergeant?" Ghost's voice seems a slight bit softer. Maybe it's the delirium or the rain, but he sounds comforting.

"I gotta joke for you..."

"Let's hear it then."

You close your eyes, your breathing slowing. Johnny looks back over his shoulder at you and pats your thigh.

"Why don't shrimps share?"

"Why?"

"Because they're a little shellfish."

"Not bad." Ghost replies. Even Johnny manages to crack a smile.

Johnny stops under a small overhang and opens the door. Warm light welcomes you inside the scuffed up bar.

"Lt- I'm at the bar."

"You like tequila?"

"Could use one right about now," Johnny replies, looking around for things.

"I'd murder for a whiskey."

"You mean Scotch?"

"I drink bourbon."

"Like a good ol' boy..."

Ghost sighs. "I love Kentucky."

"You're out o' your mind, Lt."

"That's for sure."

Johnny pats your thigh. "Hang in there sergeant." You cling to him as best you can, relying on their voices. Both their voices help you focus on the task ahead of you.

Johnny pushes outside of the bar and finds his way to the tunnels.

"Lt. I've got a problem."

"What's your situation, Johnny?"

"Reached the tunnel. Not sure how I'm gonna get y/n through with me." Johnny helps you off his back and sets you down.

"How are you feeling Y/n?"

You hold onto his hand. "Can't quite feel my legs."

"Ghost, is there any other way?"

"I'm afraid not. If you've got any more stims get the sergeant boosted."

Johnny holds your hand and motions to the tunnel. "We've gotta go for a swim."

"I don't think I can-"

"I'm not leaving you out here. We're so close. I just need you to push through just one last time. Can you do this, for us?"

You swallow hard. "I'll try."

"Good. Come on."

Johnny grabs your hand and helps you up. Your feet are numb, but it at least rids off the pain in your legs.

You hold Johnny's hands tightly as you enter the tunnel. You gasp as you walk into the water, eventually unable to touch the ground. The cold water washes up your waist and over your shoulder blades. It laps at your wounds and soothes them slightly. Johnny looks back at you to check if you're ok, and you nod.

You move your arms despite the pain in your left arm and swim slowly through the tunnel.

"You're doing good." Johnny praises over breaths of his own exhaustion.

"Ghost."

"Johnny."

"We're working through the tunnel."

"The church plaza is on the other end of the tunnel. Push through, you're nearly here."

The reassurance of safety fuels your need to keep going. You fight and push through the cold water. Your fingers start freezing up, and your legs can barely move. You grab onto the hook of Johnny's tactical gear just so you can keep up.

Johnny slows along the water line when he spots a group of Shadows on patrol. "Alright, we're gonna take this slow." You nod and follow Johnny toward the water line.

"Where the hell are they?!" The first Shadow grumbles.

"Maybe, all three of them are dead?" The second asks.

"Graves wants proof."

"Just cut the mask off." The second one says.

"Do I get a bonus for that...?"

"Not if I beat you to it."

Johnny slips up the side of the watered tunnel. You follow and try not to disturb the water as you go.

"I'll kill the Irish one." The first Shadow growls.

"The kid's Scottish, not Irish." The second one sighs.

"It's the same fuckin' thing...!"

Johnny stops along the wall and reaches for his knife.

"Ghost, I got Shadows wearing body armor."

"You'll have to get in close and find the gaps."

"Rog."

Johnny grips his knife and looks at you. You fiddle with your knife and follow him. "I'll take left." He whispers. You nod and turn to the Shadow on the right.

"Again, what about the other one? Graves isn't to happy the other sergeant jumped from the truck." The first one readjusts his gun.

"Kill them. What else? I highly doubt they made it far after that fall."

You look over at Johnny, who slips out of the shadows. He nods to you, and you rush the Shadows'. You grab the Shadow's shoulder and slot your knife in the break of armor by his neck. You dig the blade into the crook of his neck and slice open the skin.

Blood spurts out across your hand and uniform. His body falls back into yours. You lean into the action and throw him back into the flooded tunnel.

Your vision blurs again, but you shake it off quickly.

"Good job." Johnny says.

You both head for the end of the tunnel and your heart swells. "Johnny... The church!" Johnny smiles in relief.

"Ghost. We've got eyes on the church."

"Good. You're on the right track. Keep comin'.

Johnny motions you forward and runs out of the tunnel and out into the street.

The rain has let up, but not by much. It's easier to see your surroundings now. You both run until you are cut off by a blockade of vehicles lining the street. "Shit." Johnny curses. "Lt. We're blocked off."

"Try and cut through the shops."

Johnny looks from left to right.

You look around with him, finding an alleyway next to the shops. "There." You point.

Johnny looks to where you're pointing and smiles. "Good eyes. Come on, let's go."

Johnny rushes toward the alleyway. You stumbled after him. You swallow down your ragged breath, your will to survive momentarily pushing out the pain still searing through your body.

You shivered in the cold, completely drenched.

Your breath evaporates out from your lungs, and into the air. You push through, the fear of Johnny's back getting smaller, and his silhouette being swallowed up by the night keeping you going.

Johnny ducks into the alleyway. "Think we found a way through Lt."

"Shadows are everywhere. I'll hold 'em off until we RV in front of the church and secure a vehicle for exfil."

"Roger that."

"Give 'em hell, Johnny- We're almost there. Keep on your feet Y/n, you're doing good."

"Yes sir." You rasp.

Johnny turns back to you and cups your hand in his. You lean against the wall and close your eyes. You can hear Johnny struggling with the door to get inside.

Your breathing slows and the lightheaded feeling returns.

The door opens and Johnny gasps. "Fuck-!"

You open your eyes just as Johnny receives the butt end of a Shadow's gun and is thrown to the ground. You reach for your knife too late, and the Shadow hits you in the back of the knees and sends you down to the ground.

The side of your head hits the ground, and blood rushes through your ears. Your vision goes fuzzy, and everything blurs and spins. Johnny fades in and out beside you, and the swirl of colors that is Johnny shifts.

"What the... GET DOWN-! All Shadow stations, Got two near the church-!" The Shadow soldier yells.

Ringing vibrates around your head. The blood dripping from your nose onto the road is the only thing you can listen to.

Time seems to freeze an eternity before you hear the Shadow's comm. crackle.

Graves' voice was loud and clear. His voice is cold as ice against your body.

"Kill them."

Bang!

A gunshot rings through the air, and the Shadow above you suddenly falls limply to the ground. Across the barbwire fence of the church rush more Shadow troops, those of which are taken down by a bigger silhouette.

Johnny sits up and shoves the Shadow away with his foot.

"Holy hell... Ghost- was that you?"

"Who else...? Now go..."

Johnny gets up and grabbed

your arms. "Come on y/n, let's go."

Your vision spins, your stomach flipping and spiraling. Your head lolls as Johnny pulls on you, a bullet whistling past your head as he pulls you inside.

Johnny slams the door shut and cups your cheek. "Oh my- you're bleeding so much. Fucking hell."

You try to focus your eyes on Johnny. Your hand comes up to the side of your head, feeling sticky warmth against your temple. You pull your fingers away and red stains your fingertips.

"Ghost. Leaking blood. Badly. What are our options??" Johnny leans you against the wall and checks for anything he could use to stop the blood.

"Johnny, got company in the church, and they're not here for forgiveness...! Get to the steps, I'll be there..."

Johnny curses. "Get on my back!"

"Soap..."

"Get on my back!"

You grab onto his shoulders, and he pulls you up onto his back.

Johnny cocks his gun and opens the shop door.

Gunfire rains across the area, whizzing by your bodies. "Give me a bloody break." He heaves you further up into his arms and makes a break for it across the yard.

Shadow soldiers converge on the church. Johnny smiles when he reaches the entrance of the church.

"Ghost!"

"Johnny!"

Ghost shoots two approaching Shadows and climbs up and over the gate of the church.

Ghost comes into your field of view, his gloved hand cups your injured head. "How are we hanging in soldier?"

"Not good. They're barely hanging on." Johnny replies for you. Ghost nods. "Come on, I'll take them." Johnny stands up and you slide easily into Ghost's arms. "Holding strong sergeant."

You cling to his back and hug him tightly. "Come on! Let's go."

"We need a vehicle, on me-! Stay sharp, they know we're here and they know it's us. They'll send more." Ghost's voice rumbles through his chest and warms your insides.

It's beyond relieving to see your lieutenant again. You aren't in the clear yet, but his presence brings safety.

More Shadows appear from the alleyway and charge your group.

"Contact-! Dead ahead!"

"I see 'em. Watch the alley!"

Johnny shoots the Shadows dead and continue their run through the streets.

"How are we doing Y/n?"

"Still alive..." You groan.

"Keep it that way! You're doing good!" He praises.

Johnny and Simon continue down the road. "Johnny, stay close. Heads up for a vehicle we can take."

Bullets whistle past you. The yelling of soldiers struggling to get their targets on the three of you overpowers your senses. Your vision slowly returns, and you're able to regrip Ghost's tactical vest.

"Soap, pick up truck ahead. lights on."

"I got it!" Johnny replies.

"I'll drive, Johnny- take shotgun."

Ghost stops at the backseat and flings the door open. "Hold steady soldier!" He releases you and lays you in the backseat."

"Now, Johnny, passenger side of the truck- mount up!"

Johnny jumps in.

"Alright, you two, you made it..."

You give a shaky thumbs-up, making Ghost chuckle.

"We made it Lt."

Bullets ping into the metal of the pickup truck as Shadows throw you three under heavy fire.

"Hold fast...!" Ghost puts the truck in reverse and runs over two Shadows firing at you.

"That's one way o' doin' it!"

Johnny spots a Shadow to the left of Ghost out the window just as you do.

"Get back!"

The Shadow drops dead to the ground, more soldiers falling into the street and firing at you.

"Thanks." Ghost says.

A bullet whistles through the back window, shattering the glass just above your head. "Shit-!" You gasp.

"Drive- I'll cover us!" Johnny yells.

Ghost slams on the pedal and drives the truck straight into the gate ahead. He takes off down the road and doesn't attempt to stop.

Johnny sits back in his seat and sighs. "Bloody hell..."

"You made it out..." Ghost says.

"I'm proud of both of you." He flips the rearview mirror down to see your face. "Just hang in a little longer partner. We're gonna get you patched up good as new.

"I feel like shit." You groan.

Your blood leaks out on the seat, and your wet clothes grow uncomfortable. Ghost eventually pulls over on the side of the road and gets out.

"We've got a bit of time if they've been following us." He opens the back seat and motions you forward.

"Bloody hell, Johnny wasn't kiddin', you did destroy your knees." Ghost ran his thumb over them and you tense.

"I'm sure Alejandro has something that can patch you up."

"Alejandro..?" You clench your teeth.

"Yeah, for now," Ghost pulls out some bandage wraps from his pouch. "Johnny hand me that tourniquet on your vest."

"My what-?" Johnny looks down and checks his vest surprised. "I didn't even- blind as bloody blind person..." He hands over the tourniquet.

Ghost pulls off your tactical gear and throws it on the other seat. You shiver, and his hand is there to comfort you.

"We'll be out of this soon."

He wraps both your knees and your head enough to get you through. "Arm." He instructs. You motion to your wounded arm and he wraps the tourniquet around it tightly.

"That'll keep you from bleeding all over the seats."

"Thank you lieutenant." You whisper. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help."

Ghost bends down, and for a moment, his eyes soften and something is let out. A glimpse of love and concern. "You did amazing, sergeant."

He helps your legs back into the truck and closes the door. "Now, let's get somewhere safe."

"Got an idea, Lt?"

"I might. Yeah."

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bleedingcoffee42 · 4 days

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Part 4- Replacements

Wishlist for things that should have made the show.

Speirs did a radio interview in England as he was recovering from shrapnel wounds from Carentan and it was broadcasted during Victory Parade of Spotlight bands. His parents, sister were hosted by Coca Cola and Toll House back home to listen to it. I'd love to hear this. He comes back from the hospital and is assigned to S-2 and then ends up swimming across the river in Holland by himself a few times and gets shot in the ass. Please, let this man fulfill the prophecy of being a Easy Company man, by showing him washed up on shore wounded in "The best place to get shot."

In Carentan, Clancy Lyall runs straight into a German's bayonet and got stuck on it as bayonets tend to do when skewering. Lyall shoots first and the German fell backwards pulling the bayonet out. After getting morphined by himself and at least three other people, he's sent back to England and in the hospital and hears "loud Scottish brogue" and it ends up being his frickin Dad! Merchant marine that got torpedoed and was being treated for hypothermia. Gave him a Luger Luz gave him, Dad was thrilled.

Okay, I admit I just want more Spiers, but come on. In Eindhoven his guys were laughing at him because a hot lady kissed him so hard and long he turned red with embarrassment. We need this.

This when Buck and Nix have their "I hate Jocks!" Conversation. And Buck has do PT in O.D.s because Nix is a petty bitch. Please.

Lieutenant Brewer. He's the guy who walked out and got shot by a sniper. Well, he survives but everyone was like "Oh this dude is a goner" and said it out loud. Give us that. Give us Buck Taylor who sees Brewer face down in the grass and says "Let's get moving, Brewer's finished." and Brewer hears him. And Al Mampre is even worse, he takes one look at the guy who is pale as hell and is like "Lieutenant, are you still alive? Because if you're not, I'm leaving." He ends up being one of Buck's friends who he's been told is dead TWICE only to walk in and see the guy just chillin. Got hit between the eyes in Carentan, they said he was dead and Buck sees him in Aldbourne. Then in Holland he's told he's dead and sees him reading a book in the hospital in Oxford! Flesh this guy out. He's been 'killed' twice and ends up going to work for the CIA, dude could be more.

Clancy Lyall ended up in a Heineken beer factory. He also watches the Brits get out of the tanks and have tea. Every damned day. Winters gets pissed about it. Let us see him pissed.

Shifty debating if he wants to take out Germans who are escorting American prisoners.

Guth has a parachute malfunction , hits hard and ends up paralyzed. Medics take him to a barn and he wakes up to see his hometown doctor! Goes to the hospital but they don't operate and eventually he rejoins Easy even though he could have been discharged but wants to be back with the guys.

Nix and Dick climbing the church tower in Uden. Dick runs down grabs a squad and intercepts a German squad, runs them off, then he goes back to the tower. He and Nix just casually watch the Luftwaffe and tanks hammer Vachel. He comments that he can't believe nobody is trying to take them out. Cue smirks, smiles....the Germans finally sending a shot at them and hitting the bell above their damned heads. They fly down the tower then laugh about it. GOD do I want this scene.

Dick looking for a new CP and coming across a tank and no guards on duty. Pissed he goes inside and sees a British guy eating eggs with a local girl and the guy asks if his tank is still outside? Dick is PISSED, go off buddy. Then he goes to the tavern across the street and Welsh is ON the bar. Dick is chill though, "We had different priorities" but the check point was set up.

#hboww2rewatch #bob rewatch ep 4

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howlingday · 5 months

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Beacon Class of '24

Warning: The following dialogue contains material that may be too hostile and disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.

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Yang: Is this what cam-girls feel like?

Weiss: I feel like cam-girls do a little more than we did.

Yang: At least those girls get paid! We have to flirt with that dork for free!

Weiss: It's not for free. We lost a bet. We don't get paid, it's just hoin' pro-bono.

Yang: Why would put up flirting with Jaune in the first place?

Weiss: What? You thought Blake could steal that hot dog roller?

Yang: Well, no, but... Ugh... That whole class yesterday. "Wow, Jaune~! Your One Piece drawings are so good~!" Ick!

Weiss: That's not the worst part. Everyone had to watch us do that was the worst part.

Yang: And he probably won't leave me alone for a month now. He's gonna go home and make characters of us in his games.

Weiss: He'll probably make us in Larceny at Large.

Yang: You can make characters in Larceny at Large?

Weiss: Do I look like bitch who would know?

Yang: Whatever. God, I need Mygone. (Fiddles in bra) H-Hey, where'd-?!

Weiss: (Pops pill in mouth)

Yang: Bitch, that was my last Mygone! How'd you take that?!

Weiss: Quick hands. Hm. Mygone and titties. What a combo.

Yang: Goes together like peanut butter and Pain-Away.

Weiss: This is true!

Yang: Ugh, yeah, he kept doing that, too! Like he has to be a fucking expert or something.

Weiss: It can't be worse than, "Uh... Okaaay?"

Yang: FUCK! I HATED how he said that!

Weiss: Like he has to be the gay comic relief cat in a fucking Whimsy cartoon.

Yang: This is true~.

Weiss: This is true~!

Yang: Quite the interesting outfit~.

Weiss: Yes, indeed~.

Yang: Stop screaming, we're having sex~!

Pyrrha: What are you girls up to? It sounds like you had a class with Jaune.

Weiss: She has BurgerQueen! Pyrrha, where'd you get BurgerQueen?!

Pyrrha: ...BurgerQueen.

Weiss: Bitch, give me a fry!

Pyrrha: Is that how you ask?

Weiss: Bitch, please give me a fry!

Yang: And yeah, we had a class with Jaune.

Pyrrha: (Feeds Weiss a fry) I could tell. He was drawing pictures the whole class.

Yang: No...

Weiss: What were we doing in the pictures?

Pyrrha: Just cute things, like holding hands and making kissy faces.

Yang: Weiss, we're gonna get murdered! We're gonna get murdered by a guy who gets motion sickness from riding a fucking bike!

Weiss: At least he won't torture us, since he'd get even more motion sick from carrying our bodies.

Pyrrha: Yes, well, I ripped them up. Not because I'm jealous or anything, but because I respect you both too much. I'm definitely not into Jaune at all.

Yang: You're the best, P-Money~!

Pyrrha: I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go sell the janitor Drow-Zs. Later. (Leaves)

Weiss: She has got to be the hottest bitch ever.

Yang: I love her hair.

Weiss: ...Hey, what's gayer? Dating a girl or wanting a girl to have sex with your dead body?

Yang: Uh... Dating a girl?

Weiss: (Sighs) Yup. Still straight.

POP!

Yang: What the hell was that?

Weiss: It's probably the air conditioning unit exploding again.

Yang: Oh... Fuck, that scared the shit out of me.

POP! POP!

Yang: Huh. That's a lot of AC units.

Goodwitch: (Via PA) Attention faculty and students, we are in an emergency lockdown. Please follow emergency guidelines.

Yang: ...What the fuck was that about?

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: (Muffled) COME AND GET SOME!

Weiss: Is that...

Yang: Jaune's fucking snapped! We gotta get the fuck outta here!

Weiss: Huh...

Yang: What do you mean, "huh"?! Let's go!

Weiss: Relax, Yang. There's no way he'd come for us. He likes us, so we're the last people he'd want to kill. Just chill out.

Yang: Easy for you to say! YOU TOOK MY LAST MYGONE! (Runs to door)

Yang: (Walks back)

Weiss: I thought you were escaping.

Yang: The doors are locked down.

POP!

Weiss: Oof... That was a big one.

Yang: You won't be in Volume 4.

Cardin: (Muffled) Is this because I ripped up your anime books?

Jaune: THEY'RE NOT ANIME BOOKS! THEY'RE CALLED MANGA!

POP!

Jaune: MAAANGAAAAAA!

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: Anime girls are better than real women!

#rwby #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #class of '09 #class of '09 the anime #wrath club #jaune arc #cardin winchester #glynda goodwitch #class of 09

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I’m just thinking about Butcher holding my face in his hands, his thumbs drawing circles on my cheeks. Please can you write this scenario with reader?🥺. Maybe they just sort of freeze in the middle of the hideout when the circumstances of their life hit them. Idk, i’m just obsessive jcjdkskjdkekekdjkak. Thank you!

all I can say is how did this never enter my brain????? thank you millions i have a good feeling about this one, except a lot of plot and drama is here yay

"No, that won't work. There's a camera here," MM points to a spot on the blueprints. "And here." Deflated, your face falls into your hand, and a frustrated cocktail of a sigh and groan escapes you. Each of your contributions to this plan have had holes poked through them like a pin to a balloon.

A firm hand squeezes your left shoulder in reassurance. Butcher stands to your right, stiff and calculating. You scan the table once again.

"I could sneak into this hallway and then this vent. I'm out and nobody can catch me," You suggest once more. Hughie looks at you with wide eyes, eyebrows racing up his forehead. "Are you kidding? Annie says Homelander spends his time right there," he jabs at a room next to your suggested vent opening. "There's no way he wouldn't know where you are."

Spiky anxiety begins to lace around your veins. He's right. Even if security didn't see you, Homelander sure as hell would. Maybe a recon mission was a bad idea. Getting in was easy, lie about your credentials and set up a fake meeting. It's slipping out undiscovered that makes you feel more like bait with each passing second.

Butcher feels it too. He hasn't said a word, but you feel his pulse through his fingertips, his jaw is hiked up tight. You want to back out, but the meeting has already been set up, and their cancellation policy is two weeks notice or more.

It's scheduled for tomorrow.

"I need to..." You duck out from under Butcher's arm and make for your bedroom, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Heat builds behind your eyes, your cheeks, and then your waterline threatens to flood.

The bed is too soft and unstable to sit on, so you use it as a backrest instead and hug yourself on the floor. Your face is hot and damp, a mess of tears and sweat and worry, and loss before you've even lost anything.

The door creaks. Footsteps sink into the floor. Rustling of fabric and hands on your forearms. Butcher's kneeling in front of you, eyes serious and concerned. You sniffle, and he uses one hand to tug on your knee.

You lower them and chills engulf you for a moment. But then he's closer, a hand on the side of your shoulder and one splayed across your neck and jawline, under your ear.

"If I don't get out--" "You will," he interrupts you firmly. "If Homelander--" "He won't, and I'll tell ya why he won't. He ain't gonna get a chance, cos MM and Frenchie are gonna be off causing a ruckus somewhere else." The threads of worry think about unstitching themselves from your veins. "Is that safe?" You're so wound up it's almost a squeak. "Fuck, no," he scoffs to himself, amused. "But they can look after themselves." His hands cup the junctures of your jaw, thumbs brushing tears away from your cheeks before pressing a little harder. Across your cheekbones, to your temples and back down to the apples of your cheeks. Memorising your face and reminding himself that you're right there. "You'll be safe, yeah? You come straight to me and Hughie the moment you're out."

You nod, soothed by his hypnotic movements. The threads untangle themselves and you savour this moment of peace before you're once again gripped by panic at the gravity of your mission.

But Butcher's watching. You'll survive.

#billy butcher x reader #billy butcher #the boys #the boys tv #the boys fanfiction #x reader #karl urban characters #billy butcher x you #billy butcher x y/n #william butcher #the boys x reader #billy butcher fanfiction #william butcher fanfiction #william butcher x you #butcher the boys

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haruki-neo · 4 days

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💀

Leo He/they

Aro-Ace 15

Midland painted Turtle

claimed oldest. actually second youngest. hates that fact he is leader also doesn’t like being put on the spot. he loves green tea or matcha things

.isn’t too big of a fan of sweets, always cold for some unknown reason (hence the pants and sometimes scarf). haphephobia. has a sticker collection.👍 not picky will eat any kind of pizza!!🤍 weirdly aggressive

Likes: foggy weather

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Donnie He/They

bi 15

Razor-backed musk turtle

Claimed second oldest. is actually the oldest oldest. tired boy who yaps way too much and drinks A LOT of coffee. he loves sweets especially dark chocolate. doesn’t like fizzy drinks. His glasses turn into goggles:D. has mysophobia and just likes wearing clothes. eats healthy most of the time. Veggie pizza!!🤍cares about his looks a bit too much-

likes: sunny weather

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Raph He/Him

straight. 14

Musk Turtle

Claimed second youngest. is actually the second oldest. loves rock and metal music. Entomophobia. always hot for some unknown reason (hence the lack of clothes). loves to annoy donnie especially when he’s working and goes easy and nice on Mikey. he loves confetti and bubblegum ice cream and or mints. Meat lovers pizza!!🤍 Absolutely loves soda

likes:windy weather

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Mikey He/Him

Pan 11

Red eared slider

Claimed youngest. Is the youngest. Headphones 24/7!! silly lil guy :D Nyctophobia. mini artist and has pet cat named klunk, will die for klunk. neapolitan ice cream! Very interesting little fella . cracks really bad jokes at the most inappropriate and offensive times. Doesn’t like vegetables and HATES cherry tomatoes. really picky eater. cheese pizza🤍sneaks out of the lair with Aprils help a lot of the time

likes: rain.

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Splinter. he’s/him

??? idfk

kangaroo rat

More silly than the other versions of splinter and a lot more laid back, chill. king of April fools!! would do anything for his silly goofy sons! cheese everything!!!! EXTRA cheesy pizza!🤍 Not too much on him. sorry

likes: cool sunny weather.

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April She/They

bi. 19

uh..uh..human?

in college. what’s to be popular streamer and or you-tuber. Athazagoraphobia. has a roommate named irma and loves to stay up late. like homework and is lazy as hell. will do a lot. A LOT. of things for views. has glasses but wears contacts. Neapolitan Pizza. 🤍

Likes: Warm sunny weather

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Casey. He/They

Pan. 18-20

uh.. uh.. human?

In college, chill dude. has roommate named Haruki. buff!! happy go lucky people person. will die for a complete stranger. wants to be a police officer or someone who helps people. Super athletic and is quite equal in terms of stamina and speed with the turtles. has cool vigilante uniform!! California or Chicago style pizza🤍!

Likes: rain

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Klunk. klunk/klunk

klunk. ♾️

snow highland lynx

ice cream backpack. klunk. chubby fat cat klunk.

klunk.

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sorry there’s no art. but thank you if you did i read it! hopefully all the info if correct cuz i wrote this half asleep. 😰

#tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt klunk #tmnt michelangelo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt casey jones #tmnt april #tmnt splinter #more art soon hopefully-

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pinkdinkydoon · 2 years

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🌙🧡 Selfship-Tober- Day 2: Rainy Day

October 2, Day 2, Rainy Day

When all the markets where opening up for Halloween, that was the best time for discounts and items.

Lici loved Halloween. Luci lived Halloween. Every day. Of his eternal life. It was kinda of loosing it's effect. Only kind of.

"My pal at the market place is holding a specific item I wanted last year but missed," Lici smiled, her little demon was unamused.

Luci jumped to her shoulder. She was fully dressed and grabbing her purse, which made him have to keep some kind of balance. "Ya know... we could always. Not visit said friend! Break a promise, get some hell points."

"I'm good babe," she replied nonchalantly, leaving the house with her emotional support Satan worker on her shoulder into the chilly and breezy fall air.

"Wanna suck the joy out of everything," he muttered.

The walk was a nice one. A small breeze that kept you chilly but warm. Lici was in her usual red overalls and pale yellow sweater and right above her was a grey sky with the sun barely peeking out to illuminate all the tan grass and different colored leaves.

Upon entering the market, they took a deep breath together. Inhaling the fresh air and food coming from specific booths.

But also upon entering a single raindrop fell from the sky.

Straight onto Luci's head.

Which made him hiss, as the sound of a small sizzle was heard. He rubbed the top of his head and then looked up. Another raindrop came, and another sizzle was heard.

Lici took notice. "It's sprinkling- are you... burning??"

"Rain is Gods disciples and himself weeping-" he replied, continuing to rub where the rain had fell. "Literal Holy Water."

...

She blinked. Huh. Really?

"We-" she tried, only go feel a rain drop on her face.

And then more. And then suddenly it was raining hard, but not pouring.... Luci scrambled to the inside of her sweater. Putting his head through her collar and protecting himself with the shirt.

"Go buy a god damn UMBRELLA or RAINCOAT!!" he exclaimed.

She scrambled to the closest minimart (clothes store???) And bought a raincoat. Which was a rather big hassle, considering all of the umbrellas were sold out and the raincoat she got was the last one.

A very awkward conversation with a woman trying to explain her portable creature inside her shirt would be in immense pain in the rain, was more important that said woman's child.

Luci gave her a nod of approval.

He hated all kids and she was getting negative points. Which she balanced out by having her money rounded up by a dollar for charity. Negative and positive, and she was back to 0.

Putting the raincoat on, she buttoned it up- and then allowed Luci to slither into the hood. His hot hands and tail wrapping around her neck. Like a little heating pad.

"Our journey continues!!!" she exclaimed to the rainy day outside, ready to take on the still open market.

The walk was a nice and chill one. Along with the falls wind and Lucis warm body, Lici was very in the neutral and very comfortable.

"What's the item anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know...."

"I do. That's why I asked," the demon squinted.

Seeing the needed stall in sight and ignoring Luci, she sped up quickly. Slightly shoving his head into her rain coat to avoid some sort of odd suspicion and him talking.

Coming up to the table she leaned on the orange table cloth. "Weather huh?"

Her friend immediately recognized her and smiled. "Ah!! Second day of October and you're already here!!" They exclaimed. With a snap and a smile of course.

"You're in luck! Not even sold out and I had one saved for ya!"

She excitedly paid, and while her friend grabbed said item, Luci peeked outside of the hood.

"What even-"

"One big bag of seasonal peanut brittle and a cup of homemade hot cocoa powder!!"

She grabbed both, thanked her friend and made off. Satisfied with the market trip.

It was easy! Just like that! Doing a full look around could be for another day.

"You dragged me out into the rain for PEANUT BRITTLE??? I couldve died. You know what-? I'm just waiting for your negatives to come in now."

Him and his little demon system.

Of course he'd be pretty and pissed. She anticipated this.

Lici then opened the bag and promptly broke off a piece. Handing it to him with a smirk.

He snatched it, ate it whole.

.... And then gave a hefty sigh of regret.

"You're lucky I love you."

"Love you too Luce," the girl replied smugly. And like that her 0 became a +1.

🕯🧡 ☆~ Fin ~ ☆ 🧡🕯

Tags: @sennamybeloved (creator of prompt)

#☆l.m #self ship #star selfshiptober #selfshiptober #self ship community #self shipping community #self shipping #luci disenchantment #disenchantment #selfship #self insert #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #selfshiptober 2022

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"The Southern Air Temple" is one of the Book 1 episodes I remember the best, because it's just so memorable and hard-hitting.

It's the episode where we realize that even if Zuko was the antagonist of the first two episodes, he might not actually be the main villain here. Zhao is remarkably loathsome, and it's just so creepy how he straight away invites Zuko over for drinks. Wooooah now, Zhao, hold on, just because some freaks think your sideburns are hot, doesn't mean you're the hottest thing since Jude Law. Easy on the pedo vibes, brah.

Some of the scenes from the Air Temple were truly breathtaking. I loved the moment when Sokka and Katara find the firebender helmet. Just lying there in the snow, it gave me the chills. Also, the Avatar statues lighting up all at once, and then cutting to the peoples of the different nations suddenly receiving the sign that the Avatar is back, that was so well done.

I was honestly shocked that Zuko said something along the lines that 'if my father thinks that people will just follow him willingly then he is a fool'. That was a pretty strong statement about someone who's approval Zuko is desperate to gain.

The Agni Kai between Zuko and Zhao was fun, and I think this wasn't as much about their skill, but more about Zhao underestimating Zuko, which I seem to remember being a running theme with Zhao. It tracks, because Zhao just like Ozai is a narcissist - they really are a match made in hell.

And of course, for his pedo vibes and attacking Zuko from behind, Zhao earns massive buckets of Jerk Points in this episode. I'll give him a total of 50 for this entire episode. I don't think anyone else deserves points, even if I wanted to slap Iroh when in response to Zuko being restrained, he just called out for more tea. But he redeemed himself at the end.

Jerk Points:

Zhao - 50 Zuko - 10 Iroh - 5

#my atla rewatch

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being anakin is so funny in like the worst most awful way. he’s a literal chosen one demigod child of a prophecy but the reason the jedi council has never found him before is because he lives on a hot ass dry ass sucky ass desert planet in buttfuck nowhere on the outer rim. when qui gon meets him as a nine year old, he’s just casually like yes my mom and me are unpaid laborers yes this normal. also we have bombs in us and if you try to leave your body goes kaboom :)) then you think maybe qui gon is gonna do the right thing and free him but actually anakin, the NINE YEAR OLD is the one who saves them. and it’s by fucking podracing his hyperfixation literally comes in clutch and saves his own life. and then qui gon’s immediate reaction is “oh shit, someone should enroll this demigod kid in space wizard first grade.”

when he’s nineteen he literally jumps straight out of a window to chase down padme’s killer. he tells obi-wan that he always wanted him to be his father (to which he gets rejected and brother-zoned). literally padme even rejects him too like both of the most important figures in his life are like ew anakin no. also if you really think about it he’s the third wheel here because padme and obi-wan are actually good friends and much closer in age whereas anakin was like an annoying little brother to them. all this is despite the fact he is supposed to be THE MAIN CHARACTER in HIS MOVIE!! and then, he somehow manages to hunt down a SHAPESHIFTER. you would think that, the shapeshifter being able to change and hide their form and anakin being unable to disguise his very obvious jedi robes, this would be an easy win for the shapeshifter. oh yeah also all of this all happens literally in the same night. then like, a week later boom he’s married to padme.

later in life when he’s in the suit, everything is literally his own personal living hell. he can’t sleep or eat and the only times when he falls asleep, all his dreams are garbled nonsense overstimulating noise and a supercut of his worst moments. and then he just wakes up from that bone-chilling soul-wrenching horrifying nightmare and is like “oh well time to go to work at my dead-end job 😒 another day another slay time to kill some younglings 😐” as if it’s nothing

#anakin skywalker #sw meta #my post

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TWISTER TRYST (Oli x Reader)

"Hello everyone! As you can see, today we're playing twister.....with a twist. *ba dum psh* get it? TWISTer with a TWIST?" Joe looked around the room at his group of friends, everyone refusing to laugh at his pun.

"Just get on with it!" Caspar shoved Joe.

"Alright, alright. Today we're playing Would You Rather Twister!"

"Why do I only get invited to be in dangerous or disgusting videos?" Jack laughed.

"Oh, you love it." Joe shot back, explaining the rules.

You were going in pairs to play one vs one. It was now yours and Mikey's turn, having to pick a would you rather and then put your foot or hand on whichever the spinner landed on.

"Y/n, would you rather have a bucket of cold water poured on you or lick Mikey's foot?" he asked, the two of you already tangled up and barely standing.

"Oh, hell no. Bring on the ice water." you laughed, bracing yourself. Joe slowly poured the ice water down your back, the chill of it taking your breath away. "Holy shit."

"OOooo, Y/n is bringing sexy back to the twister challenge." Jack laughed, pointing out that your white t shirt was now drenched and clinging to your skin.

You laughed, looking over at your boyfriend Oli. The two of you had been dating for a few months, but you had kept it between the two of you. "We should probably get her another t shirt." Oli said, forcing a laugh. Oli was the one that wanted to keep it private. He said that it would be easier to actually spend time together, but the real reason was because he was nervous you'd leave him for someone else. If you left, he didn't want it to be public.

"I'm fine." you replied, not wanting to lose the game. "Mikey's turn."

Joe continued. "Mikey, would you rather do the rest of the video in your boxers or eat a chili?"

"Oh, fuck me." Mikey whined. "Get the chili, but get the milk." After consuming the chili, Mikey forfeited the game, running to the kitchen to get something to cool his mouth off.

A few other pairs were filming their turns when Oli pulled you out onto the balcony. "Here." he said, pulling his shirt off.

"Aww, you didn't have to do that." you replied, slipping his shirt on.

"I don't like them looking at you like that." he said, pulling you into a quick kiss.

"You know I only have eyes for you." you teased him, wiping some of the egg off of him from his turn in Twister.

"Hey guys, you're needed for the last round." Joe peeked his head out of the sliding door.

"Come on." you pulled Oli inside.

"Okay, for the last round, the 4 winners are going against each other." Joe said to the camera. You, Oli, Josh, and Jack were all standing on the twister mat.

"This is going to be a crowded game." you laughed, standing between Jack and Oli.

Josh lost pretty quickly, not having any room to reach his assigned color. Jack had been egged and was currently standing on one foot. Oli had his feet on two colors that were nowhere near each other and had stripped down to his boxers. You were standing with your back to Oli, your feet on the same colors as his but one row away. "Okay, Y/n. Would you rather kiss someone in the game or let someone tweet from your account?" Joe asked.

"This is easy." you said, eyeing Jack. After making it look like you were going to kiss him, you twisted around to pull Oli into a kiss.

"Oooo, not what I expected." Josh commentated from the sidelines.

Oli had gone bright red, but he was glad you picked him. The one thing he hated about keeping your relationship private is that the boys would flirt with you. It was innocent, of course, but he was still a bit insecure about it.

"Of course I'd pick Oli." you teased. "None of us know where Jack's been putting his mouth." you laughed, poking Jack in the side.

"Hey!" he laughed, trying to keep his balance.

"Okay, y/n. now you have to put your left hand on blue." That meant that you were now bent over with your ass in the air right in front of Oli. Oli looked down and then straight back up. He was already a bit hot and bothered from the kiss, but seeing you bent over in front of his boxer clad crotch was making his mind wander.

"This looks so wrong." Joe laughed. "Okay, Jack. Would you rather eat a raw egg or let us read one of your Tinder messages?"

"Oh, no way." Jack replied, walking off of the Twister mat. "I lose. This isn't worth it." he laughed, joining the rest of the boys.

"Oooo, just Oli and Y/n left. Oli, would you rather text your crush a picture of you playing Twister in your boxers or let Caspar tweet from your account?"

"Easy. Someone take a picture." Oli replied.

"Really?" Conor asked, surprised that Oli would be so forward.

"I don't have to tell you who it is, right?" He asked.

"You have to show one person so we know you did it." Joe answered.

"Y/n, stand up and look at my phone for proof." Oli laughed, knowing he was sending it to you.

"Ooo, we look good." you teased, watching him text you the picture. "Done. He did it." You said, bending back down to put your hand back on the right color.

"Damn. Okay. Oli, left hand red." Joe called out. Oli was now leaning over you, your ass pressed firmly into his crotch. "Y/n, would you rather twerk on camera or eat an onion." he asked.

Knowing you'd win the game, you started twerking against Oli.

"Not fair" he said, giving up and falling to the ground. He turned in a way that he could adjust himself without the camera or the boys seeing.

"I won!" you called out, standing up. "And I want a shower. I'm covered in egg, oil, and chocolate." you laughed.

"Well that was Would You Rather Twister!" Joe said, filming the outro. "Make sure to tune in next week for another Sugg Sunday Special!"

"Okay, I'm stealing your shower." you called to Jack and Josh. "I'll be quick." you grabbed your bag and went to the bathroom.

The boys all teased Oli after you left the room. "You know you got turned on when she was twerking." Conor laughed.

"Your face turned bright red when she kissed you." Jack joined in.

"I'm going to have to edit out the part where you were just staring at her ass." Joe teased him.

"I mean, he had to enjoy it while it lasted." Josh threw in.

Oli knew he was being mocked, but he couldn't help but laugh. "You know what? I don't know why we ever tried to keep this private." he said, walking to the bathroom. "Sweetheart, can I join you?" The guy's eyes all went wide watching Oli.

"Of course, love." you called out. Oli winked at the boys and walked into the bathroom with you. "Did you tell them?" you laughed, pulling Oli into the shower and helping him wash all of the mess off of him.

"Pretty much." he answered, slipping his arms around you once he was clean. "I'm sorry I wanted to keep it private."

"Don't apologize, babe. I'm happy to be with you whether that's just between us or in front of the whole world." you stood on your tip toes to kiss him.

"I was just afraid you'd get bored with me and find someone else, but it's worth the risk." he kissed you back.

"Don't be silly, love." you looked up at your boyfriend. "I couldn't find someone better for me if I tried."

#oli white x reader #oli white imagine #oli white fic #oli white #The Buttercream gang

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I can’t cook either but I’m trying to learn again. We also cooked sweet things like little cupcakes and even made our own bread. But we focused more on Italian and Mexican cuisine foods like making handmade pasta and tacos! We even watched food documentaries in class and wrote little reports describing the foods we made. It was such a fun and immersive class. My teacher was super nice and funny. He was also large but could fit through the door easy lol. He wasn’t scary or strict. We only called him Chef lol. That class made me feel like I was a contestant on Hell’s Kitchen but in a very nice and chill environment. 😂

Yeah she was a good friend and hopefully I was too for her. It’s interesting you mention finding any friends in common because last year I saw a mutual friend of ours hanging out with my old friend. They posted pictures but I didn’t have the courage to message them and even ask how is she doing. 😭 I didn’t want to creep them out. We had the same teachers growing up and I know some of their Facebook accounts too. But I don’t think it’ll help me because they’re not active on them.

If a capy wore both the wig and juicy couture shirt, it’s game over. I appreciate the capy picture very much. Thank you.

I guess we can agree that the weather really does affect a person’s mood?

-✏️

we did cupcakes and bread too. i remember one time i made some really good cupcakes and they didn't end up making it home. i literally eat them all. and there were many! that sounds really fun, i wish we did something like that. speaking of hell's kitchen, i love that show. they've been doing little clips on their youtube channel and i've nearly watched an entire season of these clips alone. they do one clip a day, and it's been great. i like gordon ramsay and his shows.

i say go for it and message that friend. the worst they can do is ignore it, but at least then you would know that you have tried everything you can. i was googling everything under the sun during my research. i even googled myself, to see if anything related to them would come up. lol.

you're welcome. miss juicy bob would be slaying.

yes. it's true. if i am too cold, i can't function. straight up can't function. i need to defrost and then world peace is restored, until then i am a bitch, and if it's hot then i am a sleepy bitch. i need to be in a temperature controlled environment. one of my many requirements.

#✏️

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Watch Streets Is Watching on YouTube Music

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"The Streets Is Watching"

Uh-huh uh huh uh, gee-gee-geyeah

Peeping, watching, streets

You boys are soft like bread

Uh-huh uh huh uh, live from Brooklyn

Uh-huh uh, the streets is watching

Check it, check, uh-huh uh, check

Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless

But if you shoot me, then you're famous, what's a nigga to do?

When the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking

Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake

Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted

But my time is money, and twenty-five, I can't afford it

Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates

Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it

Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass

This rhyme, you're operating on bitch time

Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggas tryna do

Is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John Meneilly

The type to start a beef then run to the cops

When I see you in the street got one in the drop

When I'd rather be on tour getting a hundred a pop

Taking pictures with some bitches in front of the drop

The streets is watching

When the, streets is watching

Blocks keep clocking

Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake

Can't ignore it

Now it's hard not to kill niggas

It's like a full time job not to kill niggas, can't chill

The streets is watching you when you froze your arms

Niggas wanna test you when your gun goes warm

Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up

Sweet niggas running 'round swearing shit is sweeter

Once you're tagged lame, the game is follow the leader

Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer

Kidnap niggas wanna steal you

Broke niggas want no cash, they just wanna kill ya

For the name, niggas don't know the rules

Disrespecting the game, want you to blow your cool

Force your hand, of course that man's plotting

Smarten up, the streets is watching (it's on)

When the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking

Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake, can't ignore it

My street mentality: flip bricks forever, know me and money

We like armed co-defendants, nigga we stick together

Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground

Hustle harder 'til secret indictment time came around

Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found

Put in 24 hour shifts but, that ain't me now

Got a face too easy to trace, niggas mouths got slow leaks

Had to hire a team of workers, couldn't play those streets

See out of space like Mercury, you jerking me? Hectic

Had to call upon my wolves to send niggas the message

It said this, 'Let's play fair and we can stay here

I'm trying to transform you boys to men like daycare'

Ay there's money to be made and, niggas got the picture

Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer

Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff had warrants

The other half in the casket lay dormant

I felt like life was cheating me

For the first time in my life I was getting money but it was like my conscience was eating me

Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that

I was playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back?

Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mind frame bad?

Was niggas thinking simplify was turning cocaine crack?

Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack

And not collide like two trains that's on the same track

But, get my life together like the oils I bring back

In the bottom of the pot where no water gets hot

Got my transporter take it across the border then stop

To set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan

For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block

But you know the game is food, it fucked up me and my dudes

One drought can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops

And this unstable way of living just, had to stop

Half of my niggas got time, we done real things

By '94 became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes

Public apologies to the families of those caught up in my shit

But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in this shit

The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime

And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind

I figured, "Shit, why risk myself I just write it in rhymes

And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine?"

The mind state of a nigga who boosted the crime rate

So high in one city they send National Guards to get me

Shit, bitch, who's fucking with that? The streets

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How To Throw An Epic Tiki Cocktail Party - Flavour Blaster

A telltale sign of an authentic Tiki party is the Polynesian decor. Tiki began after the second world war after many American GIs were stationed in the Pacific islands to the North East of Australia and New Zealand which includes Papua New Guinea, The Cook Islands, Hawaii and Tahiti.

We’re talking about coconuts, totem statues, driftwood, masks, fire torches, fishing nets, nautical glass, palm leaves and pineapples (not flamingos or pirates, which are more Caribbean in theme). If you’re making temporary changes for the evening, you can look for tableware, cushion covers, and drapes in traditional Polynesian prints. Head somewhere like LittleGrassShack.co.uk for supplies.

One easy way to Tiki up your existing furniture is to head to the local garden centre and grab some bamboo canes. They can be hot glued for permanent fixings or strung together and temporarily cable tied onto just about any piece of furniture, including a home bar.

You can grab authentic tiki glass and barware in stores like LoveTiki.com, DrinkStuff.com, TheTikiCove.co.uk and BarBits.co.uk.

Pre-prep Your Cocktails

It’s better to do a small range of cocktails well than offer a massive choice of cocktails made with no prep. If it’s an all-nighter, get one cocktail in a punch bowl or sharing pitcher to which guests can help themselves, one short drink with mostly spirits and one long drink with mostly mixer.

One of the lovely things about Tiki is the laid-back vibes, so don’t get your knickers in a twist serving each guest a complicated, individually made cocktail. You can squeeze and blend juices a few hours before serving them, mix spirits, liqueurs and syrups 24 hours before serving them, and batch up the whole lot just before people arrive. Make jugs of pre-mix under the counter, then as each person requires a drink, just pour or shake with ice. Easy peasy.

So with that in mind, we’ve ranked these drinks from easiest to make to most challenging, with number 1 being the most simple and number 5 being the hardest to make;

Dark ’n’ Stormy: Dark rum, a squeeze of lime and ginger beer built over ice in a tall glass. These take about 2 seconds to make if you prep your glasses by squeezing in the limes and then pouring out your measure of rum before guests arrive. All you need to do when then is pour the ginger beer out fresh, then you can keep it zingy by sealing the bottle between each pour. Just stir and serve.

Natural Daiquiri: Lime juice, light rum, iced water and sugar syrup poured over ice in a rocks glass or straight up in a martini. This is an excellent cocktail to start beginning to practice balancing ingredients well. Prep it, bung it in bottles, store them in a cold fridge, and shake the bottle hard before you pour it into the chilled serving glass.

Zombie:overproof rum, light rum, aged rum, falernum, Pernod, pineapple juice, fresh grapefruit juice and grenadine syrup mixed with ice in a blender and served in a tall glass. WARNING This is a STRONG drink. But again, prep all your ingredients in advance, and you can wiz them up in the kitchen blender sharpish.

Trader Vics Mai Tai: Aged rum, orange liqueur, almond and sugar syrups and lime juice, shaken in a cocktail shaker and poured into a rocks glass over crushed ice. A true Tiki classic, this gets trickier as it requires balancing the ingredients carefully. But you can pre-prep the hell out of a Mai Tai. Prep the juice and the alcohol and syrups in two separate vessels, so you don’t end up with all the sugary ingredients at the bottom of your pre-mix. Only mix them when you’re ready to shake your cocktail.

Beachcomber: Light rum, triple sec orange liqueur, Maraschino liqueur, fresh lime juice and sugar syrup shaken in a cocktail shaker and served straight up in a martini glass. As with the Mai Tai, prep your fresh ingredients separately and only mix with the denser syrups when ready to shake and serve.

The Devil is in the Details

It’s the small finishing touches that make things genuinely awesome. Whether that’s the tiny cocktail umbrellas, pre-prepared fresh fruit garnishes for your cocktails, or an authentic piece of glassware that reflects the OG early1950s era.

Fire is a huge part of Tiki culture. From real fire torches to flaming rum shots, you can head to any Tiki themed venue and see open fire as part of the theatre. Obviously in your own home, that could be a little dangerous. So use our Flavour Blaster Mini to produce flavoured smoke for your food and drink serves.

Yes, by all means, lads, don a Hawaiian shirt, but source one in tapa print and maybe add a fifties style hat too (which includes trilby, porkpie, homburg, ivy cap, walking hat and straw hats). Ladies, it's perfectly acceptable to wear printed shirts too, but if you want to go dressy, think about the dress shapes of the late forties and early fifties.

Drape your non-Tiki furniture with temporary materials, and put Tiki prints on the walls. Hide modern electronics, so people aren’t taken away from the illusion of being on a beach in a faraway place.

Put out some nibbles, so your guests don’t get hungry and make sure drinking water is dotted around the room, as some of those rum cocktails are super strong.

That’s Entertainment

One of the main reasons Tiki flew off the chain as it did was the sudden popularisation of island culture. South Pacific, the Pulitzer Prize-winning musical, was released in 1949, and a slew of Polynesian-inspired shows and films came out in the wake of its success.

The music of this era was also massively influenced by Latin music, with dances like the Samba and the Tango catching on worldwide. It was also considered the golden age of Hawaiian music, which in the 50s merged with sounds like Exotica and Lounge.

You could mix in influences from this era with more current island styles of music. Think Manu Chao meets Dawn Penn meets Perry Como. If you’re too short on time to make your own, here’s the Spotify playlist fromLondon’s legendary Tiki bar, Trailer Happiness.

Tiki also offers great prop opportunities for a photo booth, and hula dancers or a game of limbo can help lift the party if you get into a lull.

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❃ Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Pool Party ⤞ Main Event: Bubblegum (hot girl/boy shit) ⤞ Games: choking | power dynamics | degradation | temperature play

You weren’t expecting him to show up. Not after he told you to get the hell out of his office so he can work. That's all he thinks about—work. You just knew he’d be there now, but when someone sits beside you and throws their arm over your beach chair, you know from the gentle strokes on the skin of your shoulder that those fingers belonged to him.

“What are you doing out here, baby girl?” He stares straight ahead as he speaks, following your gaze to the flirty bartender on the other side of the pool.

You should have called or text at least, but he pissed you off so you had no choice but to act out. You called your friends and told them to spin the block; you wanted to partake in hot girl summer as well.

“Nothing.”

He beckons for one of the poolside servers to bring him a beer, and she does so rather scandalously. You scowl at her when he hands her a twenty dollar bill, preparing to give her a piece of your mind, but then Seokjin taps your leg with the cold bottle. “Easy, baby girl.”

“Don’t call me that. I’m older than you.” Your arms fold at your chest and you mistakenly uncross your legs.

“Aww, don’t be like that, sweetheart.”

Seokjin twists off the cap and takes a sip of his beverage with a small ahh. He sits back in his chair, and lets you know he isn’t in the mood for your games. “Be a good girl and hold my beer for me.”

Seokjin places the bottle between your thighs with only a small bit of effort. He whispers, “keep them closed,” and you know he’s got you good this time. The ice cold glass rests directly against your center, making you whimper and dig your nails in his arm. He twists the bottle a few times, and you give him a look of panic. “You wouldn’t.”

“You should know me well enough to know that I would,” he replies.

Seokjin runs his cold fingers over your skin, tugging on the string of your bikini when he reaches the fabric. “Just sit back, look pretty, and take your punishment, baby girl. I might reward you if you can get through it without screaming.”

“Ohh…my god. Shit.”

You try to maintain your composure while he slides the bottle up and down your thinly covered slit. Your watery eyes look over at him with a silent plea that he rejects instantly.

“Don’t even ask because right now you should be thankful that I’m even touching you. You wanna come out here and be everyone else’s whore, ask them to make you come then.”

Your eyes focus on the sky, trying to distract yourself from the way your sensitive clit throbs against the glass. Your arousal only adds to the moisture pooling between your thighs, and you silently pray it doesn’t seep through your flimsy bikini bottoms. There isn’t a breeze in the evening air, but your body is shaking from the chill and the pressure applied to your pulsing bud. “Seokjin, please.”

A couple of people turn their heads in your direction when they pass by because they overhear you moan his name, and when you look at him to beg for mercy, he has a smirk on his face. Everyone can probably see the embarrassment all over your face; most don’t even know the cause of it, but some are very aware of what is happening. Your hips begin to roll on their own, disobeying every rational thought you mind is telling you not to commit such lewd acts in a public place.

“Look at you,” he comments. “...giving my pussy to the streets. You aren’t really mine, huh?”

Seokjin applies more pressure and your thighs clench harder. Your chest heaves up and down, trying to steady your breathing but to no avail.

“I am,” you croak, but Seokjin only tsks in response.

“You’re gonna have to prove it. I have to leave work because I see my girl on Instagram chillin' with these clowns.” He leans forward to speak in your ear. “You think they can afford your lifestyle?...think they can make you come all over yourself like I can?”

You shake your head. “No. They can’t.”

He hums.

“Mmhm, ask that lady for another beer.”

You call the waitress over, and she brings over another ice cold beverage, smiling when Seokjin makes you hand her the large bill he places in your hand. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you so much,” you chirp with a fake smile. Your eyes roll in annoyance when she finally leaves.

When Seokjin’s hand touches your back, you sit up a little straight due to his cold fingertips.

“You’re gonna go enjoy the party,” he tells you while he uses the bottle to massage your clit.

“And when I tell you we’re leaving, you better have your pretty ass standing by my car within the next five minutes, you understand?”

You nod your head. “Yes, but Seokjin can I just—”

“No, you can’t. Grab that beer and finish it.”

With shaky hands you reach down and pick up the bottle, struggling to bring it to your lips because of your trembling. “Don’t you sneak off to go play with yourself either. I’m watching you,” he adds.

“Okay.”

You gulp down the refreshing cold liquid graciously; your mouth is dry and your body is on edge, mourning the loss of such an amazing orgasm. Seokjin takes the unopened beer from your hand and places it beside him for later.

“Look at me.”

You turn in your chair, swinging your legs over so you can be face to face with him. His hand wraps around your throat while he gives you a stern look—silently reminding you to be on your best behavior. You stare at his plump lips when they come within an inch from yours, wishing for a small kiss that he surprisingly gives to you.

“If this is what your friends call a hot girl summer then they’re fucking delusional. After I fuck your brains out tonight, go pack your shit because I’m gonna take you on a real vacation, alright?”

“Of course, thank you, baby.”

“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart,” he warns.

When Seokjin tells you to go find someone to play with, you stand up as quickly as you can. He slaps your ass before you can depart, and you feel his eyes follow you to the dancefloor. You spot your friends, and one of them immediately pulls you closer for girl talk.

“Did it work?”

“Like a fucking charm,” you answer, looking over your shoulder. “He’s finally taking some time off. He needs a damn break.”

Seokjin watches you from his chair, sipping on his beer in silence, but his aura is more powerful than the bass booming through the speakers. It’s hard to defy him, but someone has to do it. “Girl, you’re brave as hell. He was ready to rip your clothes off and bend you over right out here. Your man really plays no games,” she points out.

You see one of the waitresses from earlier approach him, and when he doesn’t respond she follows his gaze to you. An apologetic smile is the only thing she can offer before she scurries away, and you turn back to your friends with a smirk.

“Neither do I, ladies.”

#seokjin x reader #seokjin smut #bts x reader #bts smut #bangtanbathhouse #festivaledaway #bangtansorciere #btsdreamcourt #seokjin fanfic #bts imagine #bts x you #jin smut #jin x reader #sugakookitty

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