#like with all due respects (which is none) get the fuck out of my room
Text
???? My mum just barged into my room to have a cry because. My brother wants to dress up as a clown to his own party and doesn't really want to explain that to her?
#gamer txt.#i just. im.#what?#excuse me.. what?#if hes dressing like a clown.. sure thats weird but its His 21st he can do what he wants#and my mums crying because. he said she wasnt supportive?#like i honestly could not give a fuck if hes dressing as a clown#its not that big a deal and its a bit of fun for his own birthday like sure why not#him being upset at her questioning him is.. whatever i get both sides i don't care#i. cannot. understand why she came into my room to cry about it?#like the crying itself makes no sense but why my fucking room? i dont know i dont care get out#cry in your own room? what comfort do you expect from me of all people?#like with all due respects (which is none) get the fuck out of my room#if youre really upset about why not cry about it to your husband??#1. im busy fuck off 2. i feel no sympathy for you fuck off and 3. its a clown costume? why would I be weird about that?#im just. im so confused
1 note
·
View note
Text
Enhypen As Doms (ot6 only)
Pairings: dom!enhypen x fem!reader
════════ ⋆★⋆ ════════
Heeseung
He just exudes confidence in everything he does—he’s hot and he knows it, which he uses to his advantage in literally every scenario in his life. With just a raise of his eyebrow or a smirk on his lips, he can have you melting at his feet, begging for his attention.
He loves it when you beg for his touch, getting off on your neediness for him. And he'll make you beg (not that he’ll have to), basking in the control he has over you.
He would be a cocky mf. He would tilt his head and coo at you as you beg for him, pleading that you need him so badly, and he would just sit there condescendingly and be like “Awe, really?”
↳ or if he’s fucking you real good and you’re struggling to get out a coherent sentance, he’ll tilt his head and go “yeah?”
He’s the type to shush you if the volume of your moans go beyond whining and whimpering, even though with the way he’s fucking you, you should be screaming. He’s turned on by more of the fuck-you-in-secret type situation (ie. in your parents house, in a public bathroom, etc.). But moreover, he loves the way you struggle to keep quiet for him for the sole reason that you are doing so simply because he told you to.
He is happiest when things go his way, so you obeying him in bed will have him smirking like a goddamn psychopath.
Heeseung also gives off soft!dom vibes. He would take his time with you, fucking you slow and deep, kissing you softly and whispering into your skin how much he loves you.
His praise kink would carry over from his subby side, but more in the context of motivation. He will make you feel so good and ask you if you like it and to tell him how it feels, as if he doesn't already know—just because it spurs him on to know how good he’s doing.
Jake
He would be rough as hell, but you would love it. And it may be rough, but he’s thorough and does it well.
Regardless of if Jake doms or subs, he doesn’t have much control over himself. Jake is a weak, weak man and thinks primarily with his dick. He can't resist you and he'll show you just how much with his relentless, hours-long fucking.
He would fuck you to horny ass music like Chase Atlantic or something and have red LED lights turned on to put him in the mood. He’s practically a TikTok fuckboy under the sheets.
Unlike Heeseung, Jake wants you to be LOUD loud. He wants the whole building to know how good he’s doing you. And when he comes out of his room after to get you water, he’ll have the smuggest look on his face when he sees the other members, knowing they heard everything.
↳ if they aren’t out in the common areas of the appartment when he comes out of his room, he’ll go to the others’ rooms to brag about how good he fucked you, just for due diligence.
Even though he wants everyone to hear, he wants no one to see. He’s so possessive over you. He gets jealous and moody thinking about how other people have seen you before him, yet none of it is projected in his behavior to you. He adores and respects you too much for that.
He would praise you, throwing a “good girl” here and there into his moans (I know we’ve all heard the audio). He knows how much you love his voice and Aussie accent, so he would make sure to say a bunch of dirty shit into your ear as he pounds into you.
Again, pussy drunk Jake is cannon at this point. He would edge you for hours, not only because you like it, but it also means he can be shoved between your legs, eating you out for hours on end.
He’s obsessed with you and it shows, both in bed and in daily life. He’s always finding a way to touch you, whether it be grabbing your waist in the kitchen or squeezing your thigh while he drives.
Sunghoon
He would line up with a lot of how I wrote him in my first post, loving to tell you what to do. He would be relentless, if you don’t obey him, he’ll stop touching you until you listen.
Sunghoon would be so into voyeurism/exhibitionism. He would constantly ask you to get yourself off for him and leave you to your own devices, only letting you look at him. This would include watching you touch yourself, having you ride his thigh, etc.
↳ he would love having you watch him get off too. He would insist on jerking off over your face so you can see up close how you make him feel and so he could cum on your pretty face.
Sunghoon loves seeing you wet, whether it’s soaking wet in the shower, drenched in sweat, tears streaming down your face, or covered in his cum or spit, it’s such a big turn on for him.
↳ he would be the type to hit it in the shower, after claiming he just wanted to shower together to “prevent wasting water”.
He would be possessive and fuck you for hours if he gets jealous of you and another guy together. Unlike Jake, his possessiveness and jealousy would show in his behavior, whether it be him looking visibly upset or gripping your thighs or waist hard to ground himself and remember you’re really his. It’s kind of toxic, but to be honest it’s part of his charm.
He’s a spitter. He’ll spit on you, in your mouth, wherever he pleases, and you’ll let him.
He would get such an ego trip out of you sucking him off. He wouldn’t even fuck your face for the majority of the time, he would just sit back and watch you worship his dick with a sick, proud grin plastered on his face.
He would know how to use those pretty hands of his too. He knows how much you like them, and would run his nails over your sensitive skin because he knows it turns you on. He would finger you so well, and he knows he’s good at it too. Him and Jake both would give insane orgasms with their fingers, let’s be real.
Jay
He’s the type to be dom both inside and outside the bedroom. Inside the bedroom he could have you on your knees in a second flat, just by tapping your neck or shoulder a certain way. Outside the bedroom he could have you sitting on his lap just by a simple tap on his leg.
He’s the more “less outwardly” dom type of dom. Like he doesn’t “make sure you know who’s in charge,” because he doesn’t have to. You already know. It’s just the whole aura about him, kind of like the rich and sophisticated vibe.
Even when fucking you, he’s not as vocal or out there. He’s conditioned you to know what to do and so he doesn’t have to tell you to do much—and vise versa, he’s taken the time to get to know you like the back of his hand, so not much needs to be debriefed.
Jay can be such a service!top at times as well. Very much soft!dom vibes, while still keeping his stance.
He would buy you a bunch of toys, props, or lingerie sets for you to use and wear—often times they are expensive and nice looking.
Ever since I saw @sungiesbabygirl’s post, I can not stop thinking about head-pusher Jay. He would definitely grip his hands in your hair and sink your mouth down on his cock, making you take him until you gag and choke. (I can’t find their exact post, but this is a repost of it)
Jay is a simple man, and simple men get what they want.
Sunoo
I stand by Sunoo being massive tease, but in the complete other direction of when he subs. Instead of bringing you to the point where you beg for him to give up the teasing and let you touch him, he would rile you up until you’re begging for him to touch you.
He would even be teasing with kisses, leaning in and making you think he’s finally quit it and that he’ll finally kiss you—but then he’ll back away with a smirk on his face, watching you pout and whine desperately.
Foreplay would basically be him torturing you without ever laying a finger on you. And as frustrating as he is with it, it makes you so wet.
He would also be very cocky and would love to watch you fall apart for him. Maybe he would even tie you up to see how desperate you’d get from his teasing, unable to even touch yourself to get any sort of relief.
His favorite thing would be to make you ride him—but at that point he’s doing all the work, fucking you onto his cock. The only reason he has you on top at that point is to watch you struggle to stay upright and keep yourself together.
He would either make you ride him or he would fold you in half on your back, watching proudly as you grow incoherent with pleasure.
He would be the type of dom to get you to do what he wants literally just with a suggestion.
↳ could be something along the lines of: “oh, now my fingers are all dirty, how will they get clean?” With an innocent pout that he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s faking it—and you’ll take his fingers right into your mouth, licking them clean without hesitation.
Jungwon
I feel like despite how put together Jungwon is normally on the job, irl he would have a massive temper—which he would harness that energy into fucking you. Like how he subs, he gets right into bed with you after he gets home. He comes home grumpy and pissed off? Well, at least you know you’ll be due for a good dicking down soon.
Similar to Jake, it would be rough and desperate. He would pin your hips down regardless of what position you guys are in. He’s hitting it from the back—the grip he has on your hips would be bruising. He’s fucking you in missionary—he’s pressing you into the mattress.
I saw this one Jungwon ghostface fic recently and it KILLED ME… Jungwon would definitely look forward to Halloween so he could fuck you in costume, preferably some sort of couples costume, where you’re dressed in the skimpiest clothes known to mankind.
Jungwon would pull your hair, fuck your face, then lick the tears off your cheeks. Everyone sees Jungwon as such a softie, but there’s no way with how stressed he is that this man has the mental capacity to be soft and vanilla. He likes to be rough and borderline mean.
He would degrade you a little bit, call you the basic things like “slut” or “whore” but give his own spin on them to make them hit harder. Yet, in some way, you still can’t seem to take them as actual insults, it’s more hot than anything.
I’m not going to lie, Jungwon gives off SEVERE hormonal/horny teenage boy vibes who gets all of his sexual motivations off pornhub. And he’s just acting on those impulses—but tbh it works so there’s nothing to complain about. (not literal teenage vibes, pls don't sexualize minors)
════════ ⋆★⋆ ════════
#enhypen#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen smut#smut#mtl#jake enhypen#jay enhypen#heeseung enhypen#sunghoon enhypen#sunoo enhypen#jungwon enhypen#enha smut#enha#enha x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#sim jaeyun#park jongseong#yang jungwon#lee heeseung#kim sunoo#park sunghoon#praise and degredation#praise k!nk#degredation kink#voyerurism#exhibition kink#rough kink
575 notes
·
View notes
Text
Little Shits 4
Arsenal wfc x teen!reader
Auswnt x Teen!reader
summary: you cherish some special and cheeky moments with you club team during your birthday week, and the end of Camp with you national team.
warnings: none, maybe that its edited shit - someone teach me to feel confident with my writing again so i can actually write something good
-----------------------------------------------------
“You can’t make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind!” You and Alanna screeched into the microphones on the team bus back from Marvel stadium.
“Make it stop!” Kyra screamed over the extremely loud music, covering her ears, causing other girls to laugh and yell in agreement
“Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover!” You sung into Caitlin’s face in her seat, she recorded you as she laughed, you would later find that video on her insta story.
Alanna threw you over her shoulder as you walked back to your bus seats once you were both finished your karaoke song. Voices gone.
You and your national team had just won against Uzbekistan with a wicked 10-0 and were officially going to Paris. Something you had been losing sleep on for weeks.
“You have ruined Justin Bieber for me you two!” Mimi yelled over the rows
“Oh get over it!” You yelled back laughing
You had some of the sprite bottle that was in your backpack to cool down after the performance before Alanna laid on your shoulder from next to you. “Tell me I’m dreaming and we don’t have to get on a 3am flight”
You pinched her
“Ow don’t pinch me” she exclaimed as she rubbed the now red skin
“Dreaming?” You laughed “we are going to be awake the whole night before that it’s fine”
“I’m already tired” she said before muzzling herself back into your shoulder.
“You’re boring” you said already bored at her energy level, getting up out of your seat while the rest of the bus was still singing and going nuts in excitement.
When the bus reached the Hotel you all took the lift to your respected rooms. You all had roommates this camp, and you were with Caitlin as she would usually room with Sam.
When you reached your room you both plopped onto your bed's before you reached over to the phone next to you as Caitlin got up to use the bathroom.
“Room service?” You asked as she had left the room to shower, before she quickly popped around the corner again and pursed her lips at you grinning. Implying a cheeky ‘yes’.
You dialed in the number as the phone rang to the kitchen and greeeting the staff on the line. “Yes just two of your cheese burgers, two fries, one side salad, two chicken nugget meals please and your umm…chocolate Sundae as well as your strawberry one” you said, ordering a lot for you and the hungry brunette
Caitlin came into the bedroom once again, giggling at your requests on the phone.
“20 minutes is fine. Thank you!” Before hanging up the phone and putting it back on the bedside table.
“I’m not gonna have any room for my airplane food!” Caitlin said
“I don’t understand how you like that stuff”
“Airplane food is great” she shrugged
You both had 1 hour before you had to leave for the airport. It wasn’t long at all, considering you both had stuff scattered around the apartment. Caitlin’s face cringed in confusion at your choices but left it before she got on the phone with her girlfriend and your Arsenal Teammates Katie.
—————————
“No fucking about alright? Everyone is tired” Mackenzie warns you and Kyra as you are lined up for boarding, large carry ons in hand and an all too eager duo consisting of you and your best friend.
“Hm” Kyra shrugs at the tall brunette
“We won’t, I’m tired too you’ll be fine” you reassured Mackenzie
As you slowly made your way down the boarding bridge you yawned more than twice on your way you were sure. Greeting the flight attendants you and Kyra made it to your respected seats.
You had fallen asleep after an hour, which is what you were specifically not meant to do due to all of the London Aussies trying to align themselves back with European time. But you slept for five hours and now you were up. Bored as nothing else as basically the rest of the plane slept.
Peeking over the small separator of a wall between you and Kyra, you found her dead asleep. Mouth hung open like drool was about to drip out any moment. You sent a photo of the girl in her state to your Matilda’s group chat, attaching ‘I hope all you who didn’t have to leave at 3 are having fun🥰’.
Quickly deciding to get up and go to the bathroom, you found Mini waiting at the bathroom door for someone to come out so she could go. She found you walking down the aisle and smiled at you before opening her arms slowly to hug you.
You lazily accepted her arms and slumped into her embrace. “I fell asleep just before” you said leaning into her side, keeping your feet grounded as the plane slightly felt wobbly.
“Naughty” Mini chuckled
When the older woman came out of the bathroom, Mini offered for you to go first but you insisted she go. Then noticing a very tired toddler in her seat a few rows down from the bathroom as you waited, Harper yawned bringing her smaller arms up to stretch which made your heart melt. Her tired and slow eyes found yours as she smiled before opening her arms for a hug.
Even though you were quite a fair bit away for her, you made your way back down the aisle to sit next to her in her overly large seat. She crawled into your lap, resting her body there. You, Carefully stroking her arm and looking around the plane at some of the girls asleep, you had completely forgotten about needing to use the toilet before Mini came down the aisle once again.
———————————————
“And to all those returning home, welcome home” the captain said sweetly over the overhead speakers, Kyra rolling her eyes. You had slung your carry on over your shoulder and prepared to get straight out of your seat once Kyra had gotten her over-head carry on out.
“Hello London” you said once you finally made it to baggage claim and stopped to stand and stretch for a moment, before resting on your suitcase waiting for the other girls to grab their’s. Katie would be picking both you and Caitlin up and would drop you home. Teyah picking Kyra up.
“Oh my gosh can I please get a photo y/n!” You heard an excited voice behind you. Your tired expression immediately vanished as you turned around on your heel to meet with the voice.
A girl and a boy that looked about 10 years old stood there cutely with their phones out asking for a photo. “Me?” You asked smiling
“Yes! Only if that’s okay” the short boy said
“Of course” you smiled before putting your handbag on top of your suitcase so you could take the photo.
“We are Australian too! We are on holidays” the girl explained once you handed her phone back to her after you all took the photo
“Oh I thought I heard some Australian accents” you laughed “what do you think of London?”
“It’s very cold” the girl said
“Yeah” they both laughed
“Oh I agree. Bit different from Australia. What are your names?” You asked them
“I am Emma”
“And I’m Luke I play soccer like you!” The small boy said after his sister
“That’s awesome wow!” You said excitedly.
“Hey y/l/n, Katie’s here” Caitlin said from behind you. Not seeing the two young fans that you were talking to just yet.
“Caitlin Foord!” The little girl said excitedly before they both ran off to her. The small boy waving to you as he ran.
You looked a little to the left to find the Irish girl standing there smiling at the interaction, you walked towards her before she started to do the same to you when she noticed you. You hugged, a hug that felt long because it felt soothing to be in her arms like always. Every time Katie hugged someone, it was liked she always framed them in her arms perfectly.
“How you going tiny?” She asked looking down at you with that wide and comforting smile.
“Good”
“Good” Katie mimicked you
“Very tired but I’m happy” you shrugged before pulling her back in. Before feeling a slight tug at the hood of your jumper. Caitlin pulling you away from Katie, so she could greet her. You grabbed your suitcase quickly while they kissed and did whatever else you chose not to look at for too long.
“Let’s go” Katie said grabbing your suitcase off of you so she could hold it before you all walked to her car and out of the airport.
————————————————————————
“Vivvy I don’t need your help” you groaned as Viv came over to where you sat at the dining table, attempting to help you with your homework for the 10th time tonight.
“We aren’t starting this movie until it’s done and unless you want to be hated from us collectively I suggest you pick up that pen” Viv stated trying to keep her words firm and clear.
“Kyra I’ll have one” you pointed to Kyra who was at the fridge getting herself a coke. Completely ignoring Viv who attempted to help you hurry up.
“I give up we are starting the movie” Viv said before walking back to the living room where most of the girls were already.
It was a team bonding night with some of the girls who lived super close to you, Kyra and Alessia’s building. Everyone forced the idea on you that you would host. As no one else was bothered to host and cook for everyone.
You were quite a good cook as the 16 year old yourself. So you gave in, but had deadlines for your online school due tomorrow that you were nowhere near done. The girls found out about your deadlines and made sure you finished them.
“I’ll just ask for an extension” you shrugged getting up and heading to your kitchen to grab the coke off the island that Kyra left for you.
“You can’t just ask for an extension every time” Caitlin, your Australian teammate, said from her position leaning against your kitchen counter, digging her grimey fingers into the leftover salad on the counter.
“out” you flicked her fingers out from the bowl and pulled her arm with you into the living room. “Yeah well I don’t know my teachers so I don’t care” you shrugged before you both sat down on the couch. Caitlin having to take the floor, sitting in between her girlfriend’s legs, due to there being no more space left in the couch nor the beanbags.
“Excited to be 17 tiny?” Laura said from her position on the couch next to you
“Very” you smiled sweetly. It was your birthday in two days.
“That reminds me. Game day in two days, so we can’t watch this full movie” Kim said from the other end of your couch
“Oh come on” Leah groaned like a child to her club Captain
The movie had been playing for around 45 minutes now. When Kyra’s intrusive ideas quickly sprung up and she was sharing them with you. “If we snuck out no one would notice” she whispered
You quietly chuckled at the comment that came completely out of no where, before some of the girls turned to look at you, as the movie scene playing was definitely not that funny.
“Mate how are you gonna do that”
“Your gonna do it with me” Kyra said, you laughed quietly dropping your head and shaking it.
“Yeah and where the hell are we gonna go”
“We can literally just go to my apartment or the lobby. Just to see how long they notice, or how long it takes for them to finally find us” she said finally now leaning back into the couch to act casual, but waiting for your response. Instead you headed to the kitchen
“I’m grabbing water” you said as the rest of the girls eye’s stayed on the screen, Kyra’s following you before quickly getting up and following you when you motioned her to do so.
“I’m in, come on” you whispered before grabbing your key and heading for your front door, which was luckily behind the couch where the rest of your friends lay.
“Should we take our phones?” Kyra asked looking back before she shut the door behind her.
“Nah” you shrugged before Kyra finally shut it, very, very gently.
Bad idea.
————————————
Vic’s Pov
I got up to use the toilet, softly apologise to girls as I stepped over their legs that sprawled out over the carpet before I made my way to the bathroom. I knocked, remembering that Kyra had gone in not too long ago.
“Kyra?” I questioned softly after hearing not response, knocking again. “Kyraaa” I dragged out as I very very gently opened the door slightly to see if she was even in there. When my head finally poked through, I saw no one there. Walking in to double check, there was no one.
“Guys where is Kyra?” I yelled from the bathroom not too loudly. There was silence for a moment as none of the girls bothered to respond to me.
“Where’s y/n?” Katie yelled back, making me exit the bathroom and go out to see the rest of them. “Y/n” Katie slightly yelled across your small apartment. Going to check your bedroom and guest bedroom. “Did you say Kyra was gone too?” Katie asked me as she walked to the rooms, the movie now paused.
“Yeah she’s not in the bathroom like I thought she was” I said before following Katie, me laughing slightly once we checked both rooms only to find them not anywhere.
“Fuck me” Kim said under her breath, now getting up front the couch, Teyah also getting up along with Lia. Viv and Leah asleep on the couch.
Kim went to the kitchen to grab her phone so she could call y/n and Kyra. “Kim” Katie said motioning for her to look at herself, holding up both there phones as she walked out of the room. Signalling they left them.
“Why do they do this” Caitlin said as she went to your front door to look out into the hallway, before completely disappeared down it to look for both of you.
end of pov
———————
“You dumb kid why did you say no when I asked about taking phones?” Kyra groaned as you both sat up against the wall, the outside of your apartment building. You and Kyra had ventured down to the lobby, only to think that it was too obvious, so you walked outside into the dark and sat outside the building. Dangerous. Yep.
“Oi Don’t call me that. Why did you ask me then?” I rushed
“This is boring come on” Kyra said before getting up and reaching her arms out, offering for you to latch on so she could help you up. Kyra dragged you back through your libby and then out a door. Leading to the car park.
“It’s so scary down here no” you said standing in the emergency doorway that you had both snuck into. It was 11pm, pitch black, and Kyra was making her way over to the box trolleys. The trolleys that the residents used to take up large items.
“Push me” Kyra said sitting down in the middle of the trolley, putting her hands in her lap, and crossing her legs.
“No” you hummed
“Yes”
“No”
“Yes”
“Only if you push me after” you gave in. It sounded fun.
“Don’t push me into a car” Kyra laughed as you started to walk with the trolley “faster cmon”
After spinning the trolley around for no more than two minutes filled with laughter and Kyra screaming as the trolley headed for the cement wall. "Okay off, my turn please" you said tugging on Kyra's sleeve before you helped her out of the trolley. As you went to hop in, you both heard the squeaky but heavy door leading to the car park swing open from he other side of the lot. Thinking someone was here to kill you both, you shared a paranoid look before instantly moving behind the red car you were both near, you peaked through the car's back window to see if you could see the figures that had entered, you heard the voice of a female before your eyes landed on Katie, Kim and Teyah.
"Is it a man?" Kyra asked, not looking, her back against the car.
"what? oh, no, worse. Kim Little"
Kyra just looked up at you and smirked before pulling you away, further into the dark parking spaces filled with cars. "Oi!" a strong Irish accent was heard, you looked back as you and Kyra ran through the large car park, locking eyes with a stern Kim Little. "Get back here!" Katie yelled again, a slight goofiness in her voice.
Kyra pulled you behind a car as you noticed Teyah and Katie running up to follow you, you and Kyra ducking out again and running behind another car. "Stop" Teyah breathed out as she ran after you two again. You turned back around only to realise you were running straight towards your captain Kim.
"Ah shit" you chuckled as your jogging came to a stop "hey it was funny-"
"we didn't know where you were, everyone was looking for you two!" Kim exclaimed
"Why" you asked smiling and still breathing heavily, recovering form your chase. Hearing the squeals and laughs from afar, Katie and Teyah were still taking off towards Kyra as they basically played tiggy.
"cause we all care about you. And it worried me that you and Kyra just left"
"Kyra's 22!" you said throwing your arms up
"Is she" Kim said, motioning towards Teyah and Katie tackling Kyra into the cement ground while she broke out into a giggling fit. "besides you're 16!"
"and you're over reacting" you breathed out before grabbing your jumper off the ground near the door and making your way to the exit. Getting in the elevator by yourself, pressing the button with the number 16 on it, heading to your apartment again. Though the lift stopped at ground level, above the car park, someone also trying to get the lift up.
Once the elevator doors opened, a blonde girl with a messy bun and her head in her phone was walking in. Not seeing you yet. "Shit"
Leah looked up from her phone at you. "There you are" Leah said, hitting the back of your head before rubbing your hair aggressively.
"Ow" You groaned, rubbing your head.
"I was looking outside for you, where's Kyra?" Leah said as the lift dinged and you both walked up the hall.
"Kyra's with Kim, Katie and um Teyah" you said, now unlocking your apartment door.
"Where on earth did you go" Leah asked now
"first outside, then the car park" you grinned
"look who it is!" Viv said as you both walked in, from her spot on the couch next to Beth, Laura and Alessia.
"Where is the rest of yous'?" Beth asked you simply shrugged, not bothering to answer, before collapsing into Laura's lap on the couch.
"You're kinda sweaty" Laura said from above your head.
---------------
Your birthday happened to land on a Thursday, which was your day off. Which meant your birthday would be spent not in the gym, and relaxing, just how you preferred. You sat up in your own bed, in your own apartment face timing your whole family on your computer. Once that ended, you stayed in bed, smiling and your heart warming at the Instagram posts your friend's back in Australia had created for your day, and the one's from your teammates also.
After a slow 30 minutes, you finally left the comfort of your blankets and got into the shower to freshen up for the day. You would be meeting the 'London Aussies' for breakfast this morning. Which included you, Caitlin, Steph, Macca, Sam, Kyra and as of late, Mini and Charli. It meant a lot to you that they took the morning's out of their day off to spend it with you on your birthday. Something you weren't sure would've even been thought about when you nervously moved across the world.
Steph offered to pick you up. So after applying some light makeup to match your usually-bronzed Australian self, changing into a warm outfit consisting of Jeans and a crew neck, Steph had texted you that she was now out the front of your apartment complex.
A wide grin was plastered on both your faces as the glass door outside your lobby opened, Steph leaning against her car waiting for you, large bouquet of yellow flowers in her hand. "Happy birthday Dancing queen!" she exclaimed before engulfing you in a tight hug, slightly lifting your feet off the ground in the warm gesture, you giggled at the comment before she let go of you.
She handed the flowers to you, "for me?" you asked in awe of them as she smiled.
"Of course" Steph said warmly
"Thank you it means a lot to me" you said hugging her again.
"Okay let's go i'm starving" She said before skipping off to the other side of the car to drive. You chuckled as you got into the car
"Where are we even going" you asked on the road, curious as to where you and your Aussie teammates would be eating
"I forget what it is called but I have taken you here before, you loved it" Steph said. Moments later, the car pulled into the parking lot, you remembering the cafe now. You saw Kyra getting out of the car with Charli, from your window.
Meeting up with all your Australian teammates from all around London once again made you happy, almost was the highlight of your day. During the breakfast, you got photos together at the table, some of the girl's mentioning that they would post them on their stories later for Instagram. You spoke about the Olympics, Sam's recovery and wedding plan's, along with plan's of Steph's big day also.
"You're gonna love the present from me and Katie" Caitlin grinned, nudging your shoulder, You let out a quiet but excited squeal.
"What are your plan's for the rest of your day y/n?" Sam asked you before sipping her iced coffee.
"I have been invited over to Beth and Viv's place for dinner tonight. So just chilling at my place then I will head over for that" You said to the girls, them all nodding.
-----------------
Your birthday breakfast was over and Steph had dropped you back home, after taking you to the super market. To buy you whatever Sweets or snacks you wanted for your own apartment. You heard a knock at your door so you walked over to it and peeped through the door. Only to be met with a man in a fluro green vest and black hoodie.
"Y/n y/n/n?" the man asked. You hesitated at first, the multiple worried chats from Leah pondering into your mind about not talking to people who just show up at your apartment. That was before you looked down at the large box with pink wrapping paper and yellow ribbon, the object softening your initial expression. You quickly nodded at the man, before singing on a line from the form he put in front of you.
"Thank you" You smiled before he headed off, leaving the pink box at your door. You went to pick it up, it was heavier than you expected, but you brought it inside and placed it on your dining room table. You unwrapped the gift and saw the card from Katie and Caitlin. Their sweet words about how they were proud of your journey and their love for you had you smiling to yourself. You had received multiple gifts, most of them at training yesterday though, they all made you extremely grateful for the teammates you could call home now. The gift from Katie and Caitlin was a light pink Smeg mixer for baking may not seem to exciting, but baking and cooking for the people closest to you was your love language at this point.
Your teammates had become used to you hosting dinners, with your cooking skills. Also getting used to and comfortable with you regularly bringing them baked treats you had made. Some of them like Katie, Leah and Kyra had become quite demanding that you visit them with treats now.
On the cardboard box the mixer, Katie had written largely in thick-red sharpie 'I expect a shit ton of cookies now', her writing taking up the whole left side of the box. You laughed to yourself at her antics before opening up the box and taking a look at your present.
-----------------
You and Viv got out of her car, where she had parked it outside her and Beth's flat. You were here to spend your birthday dinner with them. "Ready?" Viv asked before she opened the door.
"Uh yeah why" you questioned. Quickly before the door swung open and lights were turned on
"Surprise!" yelled a group, you shooting your head up.
You were met with the beaming faces of your whole family. Including your parents, older siblings, grandparents and closest cousins. Your jaw hung low really fast in shock. Your Australian family was all her in front of you. "What are you-" you yelled in excitement before running into your mother's arms. You greeted your whole family eagerly before hugging Beth who watched you interact with a proud smile.
"who did this?" you asked looking up at her, Beth still holding you
"i may have organised it. But you can thank your siblings" she grinned at you before you hugged her tighter.
You spent the rest of the evening eating pizza and talking with your family. You ended up having to get takeaway as Viv bought the wrong meat from the butcher to make for dinner. Forever grateful for your biggest supporters in your life and your Arsenal and Aussie teammates.
-------------
Not my best fic at all so i apologise. And i'm so sorry it took so long. Uni is kicking me in my ass daily so it's hard to edit a such.
xxx
#woso#arsenal women#caitlin foord#leah williamson#matildas#woso community#katie mccabe#arsenal#auswnt#kyra cooney cross#matildas x reader#arsenal x reader#arsenal wfc#kyra cooney cross x reader#arsenal women x reader#woso x reader#woso x teen reader
385 notes
·
View notes
Note
okay i finally caved and wanted to talk about my idea for a nishruu inspired monster of sorts? i just enjoy rambling a little bit as you may be able to tell
so nishruu. red whisps that endlessly hunt down magic and magical items to sate their hunger, so these creatures are a nightmare for mages and magic wielders. all of my knowledge for these guys comes from dnd, so ill have to take a few creative liberties but im not complaining! pure nishruus are rare - as well as humans that have under some circumstances become fused with these little magic eaters. they're slightly similar to wraiths - having whispy bodies that are impossible to contain considering how they can slip through even the smallest of cracks. they look... mostly human, besides the way their forearms, into their hands, fade into a red mist that flows off of their form, and how they can turn fully into whisps and slip away. these half-nishruus rely on magic to sustain themselves the same, so it isn't uncommon for these acceptionally rare monsters to seek out mages or other magic wielders and make a deal. i really love symbiosis - and considering that half-nishruus have human intelligence, making a deal is typically the best plan for them.
the deals are usually simple - in exchange for some magic to keep them sustained, the nishruus will fight to keep the person they made the deal with alive. after all, it's wise for them to keep their... supplier? alive, considering how many magic wielders will likely throw salt the second they see red whisps. oh, and nishruus main weaknesses are salt. it deals damage similar to poison to them. some magic wielders have even been spotted with sealed amulets containing a strange red substance inside, containing these nishruus until battle comes, where they release the magic eaters (which are likely very hungry) to aid them against any enemies who may have magical weapons or spells
also just imagining a nishruu hybrid crawling over to ifrit and begging for a deal, then ifrit keeps them like a pokemon lmao
-🪸
Okay this is cool and got me brain doing the hyperfocusing thingy so here's a noncannon blurb with Ifrit set at a time when Ifrit's been, mostly, redeemed lol. Probably doesn't make much sense but idk
You stare at Price, unmoving, unblinking. Then your gaze slowly slides to the man sitting across Price's desk. Corporal Simmons shrinks into himself, shoulders hunching and looking down, unable to meet your eyes. He doesn't know why he feels like a little boy in your presence, he's your superior for fuck's sake, but the way you look at him. . . if fucking scares him.
Finally, you speak, voice softer than Simmons expected it to be. It only makes the cold edge to it press against his throat harder. "Captain, with all due respect, which is none." You say, your hard gaze falling back to Captain Price. "What the fuck?"
Price lets out a low sigh, already done with your shit yesterday. "Don't make me write you up private." You both know he won't, you've said and done worse things than this. "You heard me clearly."
"Yeah, I heard you." You say, unable to hide the way your muscles tense, your fingers curled into fists. "I just don't understand why I have to keep the damn leech alive."
Simmon's tries to speak up, "Hey, I'm not-"
"Shut your mouth." The way you say it leaves no room for argument. Even without using magic, Simmons can feel the way it simmers beneath your skin, like lava bubbling beneath the earth. So plentiful and vast it makes his mouth water, stomach coiling itself into knots as red smoke fizzles at his fingers. God, he's so hungry, he hasn't eaten in weeks.
"Captain, there are other mages that would be more than happy to have this parasite attached to them." You grunt, motioning loosely to Simmons. "I don't get why I have to feed the damn thing." You make your disgust for Simmon's painfully clear.
"That's enough private." Price's growl forces you to listen, your attention on him as he stands. "This is an order." His hand reaches out to grip your chin, his touch making your skin prickle even when the balaclava you wear dampens the touch. "You will follow." His blue eyes stare into yours, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. It's almost endearing, the way he does it, but you know enough about dragons to see the hidden dominance in his touch. "Am I clear?"
You feel yourself frown, your eyes narrowing. "If it tries anything funny I'm taking it behind the barn and putting it down."
"Ifrit." The latter half of your callsign rolls off his tongue into a low rumble. Price tightens the hold on your chin, making it clear you're skirting the line of how much you can push before he needs to tan your ass to get some obedience back in you.
It makes your lightning prickle beneath your skin, "Yes sir." You grumble. "I understand."
"Good mage." He tuts and lets you go, "Dismissed."
You nod your head, your eye catching Simmon's as you turn to your heel. "Follow." You say, the sharpness in your voice making him scramble out of his seat after you. He sticks close to you as you walk through the hallways until you reach the training area, the walls and floors singed and blackened from weeks of training.
"Just so you know." You say, turning to look at Simmons. "As far as I'm concerned, death would suit you better." You say as you take off your glove, revealing the cooled mana texture of your mage marks. You hold your hand out, your fingertips starting to glow as you let a bit of mana flow to your palms.
Simmon's nearly stumbles over his feet, hands reaching out to hold your hand. He can't help but moan as he presses his lips to your palm, the smoke coming from his arms curling around your skin. He feels like a starving man finally getting a glass of water, feeling the mana flow into his body. He feels hot, his tongue tingles like he's just eaten something spicy, but god if feels wonderful.
He doesn't think he's ever met a mage with so much plentiful mana as you, his teeth nibbling on the volcanic chunks of your palm as he devours more mana. It curls in his belly, traveling through his veins, making him feel so warm and he just wants more, more, More—
"That's enough." You growl, pulling your hand back and quickly putting your glove back on. "Should be enough for a week." You grunt, leaving him standing where he is.
#gnome's tea break#gnome correspondence#🪸anon#hell has a basement floor series#non cannon#captain john price x male reader#captain john price x reader#cod modern warfare#cod x reader
74 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hang in There | Kim Geonwoo (Bloodhounds - KDrama)
Pairing: Kim Geonwoo x Fem!Reader
Requested by @irishxgem: Hi, may I request an imagine about Woo Dohwan’s character, Gunwoo, in “Bloodhounds”? The reader and Gunwoo are dating and he has to save her in a bad situation. You can based it off the entire series or just a episode. Can you also make it fluffy and suggestive too? Thanks! 😊
Genre/WARNINGS: angst, fluff, blood, death, spoilers for Bloodhounds epeisodes 5-7 (mainly)
Word Count: 2,501 words
A/n: I did get a bit carried away I think but I just could not stop writing and it is now 2:30am. I ended up not doing anything suggestive but I can always do a second part...or lord forbid another series because I definitely have time for that. But yeah, please enjoy! Also I will never get over episode 6 of this show. How fucking dare this writer play with my heart like that? So many tears. So so many.
You couldn’t help but be on edge in the unfamiliar house, even if you had been staying there for a few days now. Having grown up in and known nothing but poverty, you felt out of place and uncomfortable in the lavish home despite Mr. Choi’s constant reassurances that there was nothing for you to worry about and that it was his call to the doors to his home for you and Geonwoo’s mother after the incident.
A part of you couldn’t help but feel guilty about being the reason why the two of you had been attacked at their home in the first place. It hadn’t been long since you’d moved in with your boyfriend and his mom after having struggled to pay the rent for your small apartment due to being let go in the midst of the pandemic. You honestly thought that it was Geonwoo at the front door not remembering the passcode to the door for whatever reason - apart from being intoxicated, he never drank under any circumstances. If only you hadn’t opened the door that night, you could both be in the comfort of your own space. If only you had put up more of a fight that night maybe then none of this would be happening.
But it was happening. It had happened and there was nothing anyone could do to change it. Not even the drinks that were being passed around were helping with that. Geonwoo got up from beside you helping a very drunk Woojin up from the couch and taking him to his room promising to be back in no time. Yangjung and Dooyoung got up as well heading outside presumably for a smoke given the shoving and patting of their hands in their respective pockets, the latter being slightly more tipsy than the former.
You weren’t necessarily in the loop of whatever it was that had taken place for them to decide to celebrate with so much alcohol, but you had been awake and sitting in the kitchen waiting for them to arrive and were very much relieved to see all of them in one piece - especially Geonwoo.
“You should get some rest too,” Mr. Choi suggested warmly. “He’s here safe and sound and nothing’s going to happen to him.”
The old man had picked up on your constant worry for the young boxer. Not that he could blame you for it. Despite being more than capable of standing his ground, he had a soft heart and could sometimes be too kindhearted for his own good.
“Will you be alright on your own down here?” you asked, not wanting to leave him alone in case he needed something but wasn’t able to get it.
“I’ll be fine. I doubt it’ll be long before Geonwoo or one of the other two comes back anyhow. Go get some sleep.”
You nodded getting up and heading upstairs running into your boyfriend just as he was closing the door to his mother’s room. He smiled softly as he noticed you, instantly pulling you into a strong embrace which you returned. Both of your bodies seemed to relax in each other's arms, relishing in the moment the two of you got all to yourselves.
“Are you heading off to bed?” he asked quietly, not pulling away from you just yet.
You nodded your head against his chest listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, “Apparently I’m not as good at hiding my fatigue as I thought I was.”
“You were never really good at that.”
You lightly smacked his back, earning a soft laugh as he pulled away, walking you to your room but not going into it. Wishing you a goodnight, he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, only walking away once you closed the door after doing the same - except you only managed a kiss to his cheek due to the height difference. Once you laid down on the lush mattress you were out within ten minutes, getting a goodnight’s rest for the first time in a while.
~~~
A soft knock to your door rustles you from your slumber before Geonwoo’s voice fills your ears, “Breakfast is ready downstairs in the kitchen. Hyunjoo and I are going to take Mom to the orphanage so we’ll be gone for about an hour. Woojin is still asleep and Yangjung just left, but Mr. Choi is awake and in his room, I think.” You mumbled something even you couldn’t comprehend turning over earning a soft chuckle from him as he neared bending down to press a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll take you to the train station so you can head to hospital in the countryside when we get back.”
Your eyes opened and your mind began working. That’s right. While his mom was going to the orphanage until everything got resolved you were going to a hospital Mr. Choi regularly donated to. He thought it’d be safe if the two of you were at different places to throw Myeonggil’s men off. While the orphanage was only an hour drive away, the hospital was even further away, making it illogical to simply drive you there and back, regardless of how much safer it would be to do so.
“Make sure you eat before I get back,” he said before leaving, closing the door as softly as he could.
You didn’t linger in bed for long before getting up and washing up quickly, packing the few things you had into a duffle bag and taking it with you to the living room, dropping it next to the doorway before making your way back to the kitchen. Woojin was also up by now eating happily as the soup that had been left for you helped with his hangover.
“I thought you said you were a good drinker,” you joked sitting across from him back to the windows.
“I am,” he defended. “I just-” His eyes widened as he looked past you and out the window near the sink. You turned to look at whatever it was that had caught his eye not seeing anything - or rather not being tall enough to see anything from where you were sitting. “Come with me. Now.” he stood up quickly, grabbing your arm as best as he could and dragging you with him to Mr. Choi’s room, closing the sliding door as quietly as possible.
“Kim Myeonggil’s thugs are here!” Woojin rushed out as he knelt beside the old man.
Mr. Choi looked as equally perplexed as you did before pulling out his phone and opening up the live security feed around the house revealing all of the men surrounding the home and main gate entrance. “Let’s go to the basement. There’s a gun.”
Woojin nodded, going back to the door and opening it as you pushed the wheelchair as quickly as you could without making much noise. It was no use because as soon as the three of you exited the room windows were being broken giving the thugs a chance to open the doors and enter the house.
“I’ll stay behind. Hurry and get the gun,” Woojin ordered as he rushed to get a chair, beginning to fend off some of the men to buy the two of you some time.
You put the wheelchair on the elevator sending Mr. Choi, down before moving to take the stairs only to rush back as the large windows near the elevator were shattered, glass flying everywhere. The men rushed at you blocking the path to the stairs and forcing you to walk backwards in order to keep some distance between you and them. Woojin came up behind you wielding a metal bat and swinging it but not landing a single hit at any of them.
“Go to a room!” he ordered but you couldn’t as the men formed a semicircle, cornering you next to the elevator without anywhere to go but down.
Noticing your situation, Woojin finally attacked, keeping himself between you and the thugs at all times in order to try and clear a path for at least you to get out of there and hide somewhere. A man larger than the rest came forward throwing a chair at the two of you as you stuck next to the railing. Woojin pushed you towards the kitchen entryway - as it was now free of any men urging you to run - before being kicked in the jaw by another man as he went to stand up to buy you time. All of the men turned their attention to the basement rushing down the stairs with gunshots beginning to ring.
Despite the constant yells from Woojin for you to run, you didn’t. You couldn’t leave him there alone to fight the guy even if he was a boxer. You wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of knowing you could help but didn’t. You attacked the man from behind with a broken chair leg, the force strong enough to turn his attention away from Woojin but not knock him out. It was, however, enough for Woojin to get a number of hits in, before he was put in a choke hold by his opponent. His legs were wrapped for Woojin’s, but the boxer was able to strike him in his side repeatedly whilst you attempted to help him by prying at his arms, completely oblivious to the knife attached to his belt until it was too late and it stabbed into your side over and over again, sending you into shock as you were shoved off of him.
Your eyes remained on the scene before you watched as the same knife that had just wounded you was repeatedly forced into Woojin’s body before he too was thrown aside, eyes hazed over and looking up at the ceiling. You were fading in and out of consciousness struggling to stay awake, finally losing the battle. All you heard was Mr. Choi yelling both of your names over and over again before more shots rang out, followed by complete silence and darkness.
~~~
Geonwoo and Hyunjoo rushed into the house from different entry points, the former yelling both of your names as he entered from the back. He was quick to spot both of your bodies laying in the kitchen in puddles of your mixed blood. Clothing stained and soaked in the thick, red, metallic smelling liquid. Your body was closest to him, and he picked you up, struggling with the dead weight of your body to get you out of the house. Laying your body on the grass he rushed back to get Woojin struggling even more and practically dropping him beside you. He pressed his face near his friend’s, managing to feel soft, faint breaths leaving him. His hands pressed down onto his stomach as more blood spilled out, leaning over to see if you were breathing or not, feeling his heart break as the slow and even fainter breaths left your body.
He yelled over and over for Hyunjoo not wanting to leave either of you lest you both lose even more blood than you already had or stop breathing completely. She didn’t come and he was forced to leave the two of you, hoping you would still be alive when he came back as he went back inside looking for Hyunjoo and forcefully ripping her away from Mr. Choi’s broken and bloodied dead body before she too died there.
~~~
The force with which Geonwoo was trying to get the blood out of his jacket was immense. Giving up he rushed back out to the waiting room seeing a nurse speaking to Hyunjoo who was having a complete breakdown not being able to get words out of her lips.
“There’s not enough blood for them!” she sobbed out.
The nurse asked for his blood type before whisking him away to take some from but not before he reassured the sobbing girl who had just lost the only person she’d considered family and was close to losing two more that he would save both of you, no matter what it took.
“Is it enough for both of them?” Geonwoo asked as the nurse removed the needle from his arm after two bags were filled.
“No,” she replied. “We’ll need a couple more for each of them.”
“Let me fill up another one.”
The nurse looked at Geonwoo stoically, “We already took 320ml. If we take any more it’ll be dangerous for you.”
“I’m alright. I’m a boxer. It’ll take more than this to kill me.”
The nurse shook her head, reaching to remove the elastic band from his arm, stopping when he grabbed her arm, “Please I have to save them,” he cried out. “Please let me fill up another one. Please!” The nurse was conflicted seeing the agony the young man was in, but knowing that she couldn’t allow him to give any more lest he also end up in a similar state as his friend and girlfriend - sans stab wounds.
“You should eat these,” she said after having removed the needles again, having allowed him to donate another bag of blood after getting approval from a higher up, giving him two bags of crackers. “You have to eat well today.”
“Thank you,” Geonwoo responded, taking them in his hands.
“You’re welcome,” she said, patting his shoulder gently before walking away, letting him leave the room and go back to the waiting area.
Hyunjoo was gone, his bloodied jacket the only thing left in the seat she had been sitting in. He called and called for her looking everywhere around the hospital but not being able to find her eventually, going back to the waiting area hoping she’d come back, which she never did. He was drowsing off in his seat when a soft voice startled him out of his seat, a doctor standing before him.
“Are you Hong Woojin and (y/f/n)’s guardian?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Both surgeries went well. We’re currently monitoring their progress but as of right now we do believe they’ll both make a full recovery.”
Geonwoo was overwhelmed with emotions as he bowed over and over again thanking her with tears in his eyes. Relief filled his entire being as part of him finally relaxed knowing the two of you were going to be alright - that you were going to be alright.
“Hang in there,” the doctor said before walking away leaving Geonwoo to grapple with his emotions as he cried more.
It finally hit him that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you hadn’t lived. If you had died in the kitchen or on the operating table. If both of you had died…
He didn’t want to think of it. You were fine. Woojin was fine. Despite the fact that he was sure about anyone else, he found solace in the fact that the two of you were going to be fine. All he had to do was hang in there.
#kdrama masterlist#bloodhounds#bloodhounds masterlist#bloohounds imagines#bloodhounds scenarios#kdrama imagines#kdrama scenarios#bloodhounds geonwoo#bloodhounds kim geonwoo#geonwoo#geonwoo imagines#geonwoo scenarios#kim geonwoo#kim geonwoo imagines#kim geonwoo scenarios
58 notes
·
View notes
Text
Me and the main Kaiju's as incorrect quotes
- Note -
Monarch = Me
Shipping and nonshipping quotes
Lost of swearing... probably
————————————————————————————————
Rodan: Why is Monarch making me do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Godzilla!
Godzilla: It’s because I’m Monarch’s favorite.
Rodan: I hate you.
————————————————————————————————
Monarch: I told Rodan to grab snacks for everyone.
Mothra, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?
*Monarch, Rodan, and Godzilla raise their hands*
————————————————————————————————
Mecha: If I say yes am I joining a cult?
Rodan: Possibly.
Mecha: I’m in.
————————————————————————————————
Ichi: ARE YOU-
Monarch: Fucking.
Ichi: KIDDING ME?! YOU-
Monarch: Fucking.
Ichi: IDIOT!
Kong: …What was that?
Monarch: Scar king banned Ichi from swearing, so I’m helping them out
————————————————————————————————
Monarch, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast.
Scar king: You're kinda ugly.
————————————————————————————————
Mecha: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.
Kong: I sleep with a axe.
Monarch: Both of you are pathetic.
Mecha: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?
Monarch: Godzilla.
————————————————————————————————
*Ichi is casually searching around the room*
Ni: Hey Ichi, what’re you looking for?
Ichi: My will to live.
*Monarch walks into the room*
Ichi: Oh, there it is.
————————————————————————————————
Mecha: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—
Monarch: Hi.
Mecha: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*
————————————————————————————————
Ni: I am working on this whole Good Guy thing, but anyone who cuts me in line at Starbucks deserves to have their kneecaps shot out, okay?
————————————————————————————————
Mecha: Kong, I have a great idea.
Kong: Let’s hear it.
Mecha: We trick Shimo and Ichi to go out on a date together.
Kong: YES!
Kong: And hey, if that doesn’t work out, maybe you and me could go out, get some drinks—
Mecha, hitting him with a book: THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU
————————————————————————————————
Monarch, at Godzilla: You're my significant other.
Godzilla: Yeah I am!
Monarch, signing at Jia: You're my child.
Jia, signing back: Yes mama.
Monarch, at Ni: You're my bitch.
Ni: Yeah I am- wait, what?
Monarch, at Kong: My bestie.
Kong: Naturally.
Monarch, Kevin: HA, GAY!
Kevin: Fuck you.
————————————————————————————————
Monarch, at Godzilla's funeral: I need a moment with them.
Everyone: Of course. *They leave*
Monarch, leaning over Godzilla′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.
Godzilla: Yeah, no shit.
————————————————————————————————
Scar king: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic.
(This was before Shimo's gender was confirmed to be female.)
Shimo: Wow, they really hate us.
Shimo: But we’re not gay, Scar king.
Scar king:
Shimo:
Scar king: We’re not?
————————————————————————————————
Scar king: Do you always have to attack me with your words?
Godzilla: Would you prefer me to use a brick?
————————————————————————————————
Kevin: Ichi, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?
Ichi: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.
Kevin: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Godzilla.
Ichi: Wait- Kevin, no-
————————————————————————————————
Godzilla: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?
Monarch: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am!
Godzilla: Mean.
————————————————————————————————
Kong, talking to Monarch: With all due respect, which is none…
————————————————————————————————
Ichi, pointing to the wall: What color is this?
Monarch: Gray.
Mothra: Grey.
Ichi, turning to Scar king: Now tell them what color you think it is.
Scar king: Dark white.
————————————————————————————————
Godzilla: If I die, you can have what little I own.
Monarch: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die?
Godzilla: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.
Monarch:
Monarch: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again.
————————————————————————————————
Godzilla: Do you want some tea?
Monarch: What are the options?
Godzilla: Yes or no.
————————————————————————————————
#godzila#godzilla 2024#mothra#mothra 2019#king ghidorah#king ghidorah 2019#ni ghidorah#ichi ghidorah#san/kevin ghidorah#rodan#rodan 2019#king kong#king kong 2024#mechagodzilla#mechagodzilla2021#scar king#scar king2024#shimo#shimo2024#godzilla vs kong#godzilla x kong: the new empire#incorrect quotes#incorrect kaiju quotes#self insert#polyamourous#polyamorous shipping
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Alright so I was reminded of a story which I call "Librarians bite"
I tried college on for size 4 or 5 times before it really stuck and I went all the way towards a major (I accidentally got a double major, on accident, but that's another story).
My last go at it I was pretty good at it and I was very enthusiastic about the library and how it was a no judgement zone. You can show up a complete moron and the help desk will help you IF you go in early enough. I always told people "Its okay Librarians don't bite!"
So due to my many attempts at college my required courses were all screwed up. So my last term I had to take "how to write a research paper" after I had that shit on lockdown. So I decided to have fun with it and research "A medieval technology that hasn't changed even to this day". Which was harder than I thought.
Horse tack! how to harness a horse has to be something they mastered in... oh in the 1800s they figured out a better way. Okay well how about .... oh umm no. Finally I gave up and decided to write about soap because it went ALL THE WAY!!! till the 50s and 60s then got replaced by detergent. Sure there's technology that hasn't been replaced at all but none that was distinctly medieval and not upgraded since then. So fuck it soap it is.
I get to the library and I find plenty of books on the first instances of soap (Romans wrote down that the Gauls had this red hair product that looked like blood... due to all the blood in it) the original uses (man this shit really softens up fibers for weaving!) and then I started looking for books that talked about the switch to detergents. Nope, 1960 is too recent. BUT there are industry magazines that talk about detergents between 1950 and 1960.
So off to the microfiche collection!
I looked the appropriate section up, pulled the editions I wanted and... its perfume. Lovely article about how pheromones are too delicate and break down so we can't actually put human pheromones in perfumes (uhh wat?). So I go and look it up again. Same section same problem. I googled the Dewey decimal system and made sure I had it right... according to my best reckoning I did.
Okay off to the help desk. I show up with the microfiche in hand and immediately have to explain "no no I can operate the machine that's not the problem" and start explaining my issue. The help desk clerk does all the double checking I just did and eventually decides "yeah you didn't fuck this up" (paraphrased).
So I get to talk to the help desk librarian and... it just so happened that she was the keeper of the microfilm and microfiche collections. We confirmed that I had 2 weeks till my paper was due, that I had looked for other sources and found them and then we finally went al looked at the microfiche.. we again confirm that I have the right Dewey decimal system spot. And then the change happened. She was skeptical, ahe was stern, but she was helpful and respectful.
Then she (a 5'2" 100lbs woman) grabbed my (6' 300 lbs man) arm and dragged me along like I was a kite in a storm. a tiny scared kite in a big scary storm.
I am a large guy. I have always been larger than my peers. I have learned that I have to take steps to not appear scary. I am respectful of boundaries and rules, I don't raise my voice or show any extreme of emotion. So when I got dragged into the back room STAFF ONLY rooms of the library I was uncomfortable. I was then dragged into offices, disrupted phone calls and breaking up meetings. these calm Clark Kenteon librarians became an ironic barbarian horde who were going to ransack the world till their archives were restored to good order. Minime Logos Minime Pax ( pardon my poor Latin).
Once they were assembled, me still held firmly by the wrist, my librarian told the tribe of my tale of academic woe. Looks of anger and shock made homes on everyone's faces. I can still remember my librarian being so angry that she bit the air with every word. like she was devouring the fabric of existence itself in an attempt to sate her hunger.
Then a very precise and orderly pecking order of people spoke up. First a librarian who was in charge of usage statistics spoke on how the information I was requesting had not been looked at in more than 20 years. Next a librarian who was in charge of what was on the floor and what was in storage spoke up and expressed how the perfume trade magazines were supposed to be in storage and the chemical industry available because we had an active chemistry department.
Thusly in short order the storage location was put on the conference call phone and queried about what was in the box that was supposed to hold the perfume trade magazine microfiche. 5 minutes of rummaging on the phone and we had confirmation, my chemical trade magazines talking about detergent were directly swapped.
a courier was immediately dispatched to bring me my requested study materials and I was finally unhanded, guided to a study room and sat down while they brought me print outs of everything I asked for... printing fee waived.
So now I tell people that you should go to the library and to have plenty of time before your paper to find and checkout needed study materials... but I no longer say that librarians don't bite.
#research#academia#library#librarians#book#books#microfiche#I believe that librarians are cryptids now#cryptid#psychological horror#I shouldn't be alive#true stories#humorous anecdote
102 notes
·
View notes
Text
Harry is a homie's homie
I'll explain. I was scrolling through my own blogs and I came across a lot of posts appreciating Harry's friendship with different characters, each one unique in it's own way. And I realized exactly how fluid and accepting of a person Harry is. Surely he judges first, but once he gets a whiff of the good (despite of all the flaws or how he or she is commonly perceived by everyone else) in a person he is like 'aw alright you're gonna be ma friend and i will protect you with my life'.
Hermione- ah yes the bossy, domineering, ocd nerd who thinks she is too good for everyone. Also she is a muggle-born, often insulted and ridiculed by the pureblood community. making friends with her would mean being academically overshadowed and getting into brawls with other ppl to defend your friendship with a mudblood. who would want all that trouble ? harry here was initially deeply annoyed by her presence, but later, actively recalls that she has to be saved from the girls' washroom when the troll was wreaking havoc. he becomes friends with her. then she becomes his main bitch basically. he stood by their friendship even when during his 4th year Skeeter was trying to manipulate him into believing that he has a thing for her due to his 'pangs of adolescence'. he never feels insecure by her academic brilliance, admires and respects the fuck out of her, surely is weary of her lack of quidditch knowledge but never drags her for it, defends her fiercely whenever necessary, trusts her with her decisions, even appreciates her beauty but not with a single a tone of romantic interest. he literally loves her like a sister which she gladly reciprocates. (and ofc there's ron who marries her)
Ron- forever compared to his older brothers, insecure, had great potential but was always made to feel like he had none by the people around him, also is financially weak. Harry here starts their friendship by literally buying an entire snacks trolley for the both of them. he never underestimates his academic state unlike his own mom, never makes fun of him in general unlike the twins, never gives up on his quidditch skills even when the entire team was dissatisfied with his performance. remember when one time it was before a match ig and ron performed badly during practice due to his nervousness, it was like a 'funeral' environment inside the common room. none of the members approached ron to comfort him, except for harry. he is the only who still believed in him, fought people to keep him as keeper, used the placebo effect (pretending to mix felix in ron's drink) to pull the best out of him. when ron was made prefect harry did feel envious for a moment. but he quickly matured up and remembered all the reasons why ron should deserve the position and congratulated him. he didn't question it or acted perplexed by it like the rest did. he gave the twins his triwizard money and the first thing he asked them was to buy ron proper dress robes but not tell that it was his idea. also ron is the one he would've missed most (4th year) and did miss most when he was in the muggle world. yes his fame made ron insecure but harry as a person never did anything to make him feel that way.
Luna- eccentric, the weird girl, loner. harry was not really keen to be friends with her at first and yet he remained polite towards her and didn't constantly make fun of her or her father's magazine like ron and hermione. when luna supported him while the whole world thought he was a liar, he acknowledged her and warmed up to her. when he got to know that she too lost a parent, he resonated with her. later he would mention in books 6 and 7 that he had great affection for her, and genuinely thought she was cool and worthy as a person. he never tried to deny the fact that she was his friend just because it would be embarrassing for someone like 'harry potter' and was grateful to have her by his side during his crazy missions. he even took her out for a date at Slughorn's party and didn’t even feel self-conscious for it. everyone laughed at this decision of his except for him (and ginny). his and luna's friendship is my hands down my favourite.
Neville- not that bright, nervous and innocent, constantly bullied or picked on, has a dark secret about his parents. when harry got to know about neville's parents, not only did he relate to him but he felt even more sorry for his parents' fate than his own. he understood that neville's pain was as worse as his, having parents and yet not having them got to be a tough thing to handle. he respected the boundary and didn't disclose this personal detail to anyone so that neville would be in a uncomfortable position until ofc it was inevitably revealed in the hospital. even then he was trying to divert everyone's attention so that neville doesn't get startled. supported him whenever he felt like he was not good enough, trusted him with big responsibilities unlike authoritative figures, nurtured his confidence and was proud like a dad of his improvements in DA classes, told him he was worth 10 malfoys and was always on his toes to beat anyone's ass who bullied him. and also always focused on what neville was capable of rather than what he was not of.
Fred and George- the troublemakers, the disappointments of the family. harry could tell them apart and actively invested in their business what more do I have to point out. also his internal monologues about the twins clearly tells us how much he loved and appreciated them.
Fleur- constantly sexualised, objectified. her worth was always brought down to solely her face. harry did think she was beautiful but not in an obsessive or degrading way. he acted normally around her, treated her like a normal person, never insulted or called her names, or tried to hit on her time to time and acknowledged the fact that she was more than just her beauty. he was least effected by her Veela charm which allowed him to see her as a worthy and skilled witch. surely he found her cringe at times (I mean spoon feeding your fiance at the family dinner table c'mon) but he never voiced that out and was always extremely composed and respectful towards her.
I mean, for a guy who didn’t have any ideal examples of companionship in front of him while growing up and also 0 parental guidance, he was an incredibly kind and supportive friend to everyone he cared about. A true homie's homie.
41 notes
·
View notes
Note
professional photographer!jotaro whos a perfectionist that finds the perfect models for each concept he creates but for this recent one he just can’t seem to find the best one until his assistant(kakyoin..??) suggests you, a black!fem reader who’s been having a bit of trouble in the industry currently and on the verge of quitting 🫡
gosh i love this prompt so much THANK YOU! can definitely see jotaro doing this too UFF
New Muse — Jotaro x Black!fem Reader
“And you’re sure he’ll take me on?”
With a sigh, Kakyoin flippantly waves his clipboard at you. He was a fast walker so you were struggling to keep up with his steps, but you stayed in line with his strides.
“Look, I can’t promise you anything, okay? But knowing Jotaro — and knowing you, I’m sure it’ll all work out fine.”
For such an on-a-whim decision, the man sure did seem confident. However, that still didn’t stop you from chewing your bottom lip in anxiety.
Jotaro Kujo — also known as one of the industry’s best photographer — wasn’t granted that title so easily. He was known for having a keen eye but an even keener taste.
You’ve heard countless stories about his ruthless procedures and methods in order to capture the perfect shot. You’ve heard even more stories about how so many companies and sponsors walked away from a partnership with him due to his no-nonsense attitude.
Which from a far, you had learned to respect and admire, but your long time friend (who also happened to be Jotaro’s scouting agent) deemed that you get up close and personal with him.
Pushing open one of the many fire exit doors, Kakyoin briefly held it for you before letting it fall shut behind him once you passed.
“If anything, I’m surprised it’s taken this long for the two of you to work together.” He thoughtfully mused.
As you and Kakyoin entered an open space that seemed like a waiting room, the first thing you heard was a muted yet loud crash.
Instantly, you both looked towards each other in concern. There was a slight pause before a door opened up ahead and out came scurrying a plethora of girls who none seemed quite pleased.
Taking initiative, Kakyoin instantly stepped forwards.
“Ladies, Ladies! What’s on earth the matter?!”
“He’s absolutely horrible, Nori! Such a pain to work with, he’s honestly detestable!”
The girl who spoke up from within the crowd you instantly recognised as Trish Una.
She was an uprising model who was walking the same runways as the Hadid’s and Moss’ by the age of 19. You had large respect for her portfolio but it was girls like her you weren’t really fond of — Wormed their way through the top via Daddy’s connections and Ma’s ‘Special Diet’.
Nepo babies sure did grind your gears and they were one of the many reasons why staying within this industry was chewing at your soul.
“I know he can be a bit rough round the edges but can’t you give him another go? Remember what we spoke about; Working with him would be so good for your brand.”
The look Kakyoin gave Trish hinted towards bigger connotations. You have no doubt he had a deal with her agency for this shoot.
With a shrug, the pink haired girl made a stank face.
“I don’t need him that much to the extent where I have to tolerate his nasty behaviour. You know what he told me? He said that I had such little talent, that I should consider pursuing a career where I need to show my face less. Do you know how fucked up that is?”
Kakyoin made a strained face. Even you had to turn your head to the side in order to mask your disbelief because that really was a bold statement.
Holding the clipboard just over his lips, the red haired man partially mumbled.
“Oh, well in that case, that is pretty fucked up—”
“He’s so lucky that he comes from old money. I swear, if he was some indie photographer, I would have made sure he never pursue the passion ever again.”
Trish doesn’t wait to be consoled. Clicking her fingers towards the other girls, she brushes her way past you and Kakyoin before exiting out through the fire exit you just emerged from.
Wiith a sigh, Kakyoin looked back towards you. You could tell he was fatigued in all this and so all you did was nod in solidarity.
“I promise, he’s not that bad, okay? He just has his…quirks.” He says to you, although it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
“I don’t doubt that but I do doubt I won’t be good enough to handle those quirks.” As the both of you walked towards the other door you sighed your comment.
At your words, Kakyoin looked towards you with a determined look — one you haven’t seem on him for years. His hand was pressing down onto the door handle but he didn’t open the door just yet.
“Babes, I know how you feel right now. The feeling of wanting to give up because of the lack of positive reception whilst mediocre talent is being praised — it sucks and it’s hard. But I truly, truly believe that you should try Jotaro before you decide to throw in the towel. You do have a knack for this sorta thing but I need you to believe in yourself for just a bit longer, okay?”
You sighed once again but this time you briefly looked upwards before back down at your friend.
“I hate that you’re convincing.” You mumbled.
With a wide grin, Kakyoin shrugged.
“Guess it comes with the job.”
Finally pushing the door open, the red haired man entered the room with a different energy he’d just shown you. With an authoritative huff, Kakyoin strode across the room towards the main shoot area before slamming his clipboard on one of the tables.
“God, Jojo. Is it necessary that you have to scare off every high roller that walks in here? Would it really hurt you to just do one job that pays the bills?” He hissed.
As you stepped into the area, you weren’t so focused on Kakyoin’s words as you were in starry amazement at how beautiful the room was.
There was so much natural light flooding in from the three windowed walls so you could tell that it was the perfect place for all types of pictures.
However, what amazed you even more was how much expensive and elaborate equipment there was.
You’ve been on sets for full productions but all of them paled compared to this set up right here. With an almost 20ft white drop, multiple lantern lights, an installed lighting rig and a three desked post-shoot operations area, you knew that this was the real deal.
“It’s not my fault the camera doesn’t like her. She’s not very picturesque to look at.”
There, crouching on the floor with a dustpan and brush, was none other than the notorious Jotaro Kujo.
The sight of the famous photographer in person caused your heart to slightly pause but to Kakyoin it only seemed to higher his blood pressure.
”I don’t care about that stuff, Jojo! Whether she’s pretty or not isn’t the issue. No matter how you put it, at the end of the day, you’re here to provide a service. Remember that.”
Jotaro huffed at Kakyoin’s words and positioned himself to reply but it’s when he caught sight of you from across the room, that he paused.
Slowly raising from his crouching position, your eyes goggled as you were forced to reckon with how tall the photographer was.
“Can I help you?”
His voice was low, gruff as he spoke with little care or regard for the individual.
You knew you were here on request of Kakyoin but a part of you instantly wanted to stand up for yourself — especially after seeing how Trish and those girls reacted to him.
“I dunno, can I?”
In hearing your near hostile reply, Kakyoin knew he had to intervene. Making his way over to you, the red haired man beckoned you further into the room with a warning glare.
“Okay, okay look come over here.” He mumbled.
You kept your expression clear on Jotaro, the man as equally as aware of you as Kakyoin pushed you to stand where he just previously was.
Standing next to you, Kakyoin gestured in your direction.
“Jotaro, right here is your next client.”
The man took a good look at you. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, his crystal blue eyes critical of your every flaw and chip. After what seemed like a life time, he turned towards Kakyoin and spoke as if you weren’t even there.
“I told you, I’ve stopped doing handouts.”
You made a face of wild disgust, your lips already moving in retaliation but Kakyoin had a protective hand on your wrist which he squeezed.
“Jojo, this isn’t a handout, you—…” The red haired man took a deep breath before starting again.
“She isn’t asking for a handout, Jotaro. This is a personal recommendation on my behalf. This is separate from work — It’s me asking you to give her a chance simply for the art of it.”
Jotaro’s eyes flicked in Kakyoin’s direction again. His stoic face did most of the talking but apparently Kakyoin was able to read something else within in.
His voice lowered as he spoke to the photographer more genuinely.
“I know we haven’t had a lot of those moments these days but I thought we’d give it a shot. There’s always that one muse that relights the fire and I really think she’s it.”
You could tell that Jotaro was thinking hard in akin to how his face flickered and changed as he looked between you and his scouting agent.
After what seemed like ages, Jotaro moved across the room with big strides before talking into your vague direction.
“You’ve got 30 minutes to get yourself camera presentable. Don’t disappoint me.”
To say Jotaro was a professional after seeing his work was one thing; A master’s portfolio rightfully decorated by lives works and efforts. However, it’s now that you’ve actually worked with him that you realise his craft and professional status was donned via his work ethos and ethic.
“Interesting.” The photographer muses as he scrolls through the post-shoot footage.
With baited breath, you stood a few steps behind Jotaro, watching with tentative eye to see whether you were up to his standard or not.
“So…?” You impatiently asked, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your top.
Jotaro’s eyes continued to stay trained on the screen but you watched as his face glowed with the white flashback.
“Where did you train?” He muses.
The question caught you off guard but you answered regardless.
“What, where I learned how to model?”
“Mm.”
Feeling almost ashamed in your answer, your next words came out a lot quieter than your others.
“I… I’m self taught. I’ve done a few gigs here and there but most of my stuff I’ve had to research and learn on my own.”
There was a slight delay in an answer from him.
For awhile, there was only the sound of the soft click, click of the mouse as Jotaro flicked through the content of you. Finally, he stood back from the monitors before looking in your direction.
“Well, looks like Noriaki was right about something for once.”
You didn’t reply, unsure about what Jotaro was hinting at pertaining his words were muttered. However, the man looked you over once more before he let the ghost of a smirk grace his lips.
“You really do reignite fires.”
#jotaro imagines#jotaro scenarios#jotaro headcanons#jotaro x reader#jotaro x black reader#jojos bizarre adventure
80 notes
·
View notes
Text
Workout : Dick Grayson x OC
this one's for @deadpoolgirl23 :)
Third person POV
Hal Jordan didn’t need a sidekick.
Despite the fact that every other member of the League of Justice (which he founded) got one, he was convinced he was better on his own. Robin, Wonder girl, Aqualad and other teenagers seemed like a liability to him. No such menace for Green Lantern. Not ever.
Too bad that one day, a 13 year old sneaky daughter of one of his pilot coworkers came across that crazy-shit space ship of his and got hit (like literally hit) by the wave of green energy. Now, Hal had no choice but to take care of her. At the beginning he hated every minute of such attention given to the girl, but after a couple of months and some space adventures it started to work.
Mostly because of the fact that they were both sarcastic, a bit arrogant individuals who respected each other space but also learnt how to work as a team. She was not a sidekick, more like a companion (in her words) or a tag along (in his description). None of them would say it out loud, but given all the hero-teenager relationship in League of Justice, theirs were the closest to actual friendship. A bit rough at the edges, snarky, teasing and challenging, but still friendship. She was also dead set on getting a bit more creative name then other teenagers involved in hero stuff, so instead of calling herself Green Girl of Kid Lantern she was appointed the name Flux. It fit her just right.
Of course after a while she get to meet Robin. They clicked almost instantly, forming some sort of bond that could not be named with one word. Together they came up with the idea of creating a team of their own. Titans. Living and working and training together only brought them closer. It was pretty obvious to everyone they were deeply in love with each other, but their complicated characters made it challenging to really be together. They were always there for each other, ready to jump into danger to protect the other one, but at the same time they were scared. Scared of being open with their feelings, emotions, vulnerable…. How long can a relationship like that last? It was constant pulling and pushing, wanting to be together but not fully capable of it. It all ended up with one final push they could not recover from. And then she was called by Hal to attend some important mission and had to leave. When she came back Dick was already in the relationship with Dawn. It hurt like hell but she just shrugged it off with some ironic comments and moved on. A year later Dick fucked up another relationship, run away for some reasons he never explained. But she knew. He was worried he was becoming too much like Batman, and to be honest it was true. So he escaped. It was quiet for four freaking years, until he met Rachel and the first person he called for help was Flux. Given her mental abilities it was the only choice, but meeting him again after all this time was …. weird and moved something inside her. And perhaps in him too, judging by the way he was looking at her and her every move. Due to some unexpected circumstances, including Deathstroke coming back from death the old team of Titans were back in the Tower. Back to living, working and training together. Flux was staying there for a while now, taking care of the kids, especially Gar, who quickly became her best friend and practically begged her to stay. How could she refuse? Of course it was only because of Gar, Rachel and Jason, but the old flame slowly started to come into surface again…..
Flux POV
Deathstroke was back. Apparently stronger than ever before. And therefore we needed some intense workout to get even the slightest chance of standing against him. Despite Donna’s objections of doing it again I stood by the point of view it was our job to do. So at the moment I was in the training room, putting all of my abilities to the string of tests. It’s been a while since I used all of my powers and it was such a freeing experience reminding myself who I was deep inside. Flux. Powerful, skillful, independent and unstoppable. Strong and confident. And watchful. Throwing and controlling my own green light I did not miss some steps sneaking behind me and before I was attacked I spun blocking two escrima sticks aimed at my back.
“Really, Robin?” I smirked “that was a bit unfair. Not that I couldn’t take it, but seriously where is your honor?” I took a step back eyeing him carefully.
“Hidden deep inside. And definitely lost during battle.”
“You call that a battle?”
“Just wanted to give you easy treatment.”
“Really?” I laughed “it’s truly been a while since you fought me. Maybe you forgot how to do this…..” I teased
“Wanna give it a try, flux?”
“Show me what you got Robin” I raised my hands ready for whatever attack he had in store.
And he came running at me with his sticks in hand, doing all those unnecessary flips and turns and twists.
“Show-off!” I called him, knowing well enough it would make him angrier and try better and harder “come on, Robin!” I was just spinning and sliding avoiding all his attempts to reach me without any effort. “I have nothing to work against!” with a blink I was on the other side of the room and his face was now full of rage.
“You were always the one to avoid the fight and use tricks instead of truly participating in it!” he run at me but once again I wriggled and ducked and he missed
“Just saving the energy, you know. I’m not a fan of those useless gestures of yours….”
“You used to love some of my gestures….” He trailed stopping for a second and throwing his sticks down. A sudden flash of memories caught me off-guard as my eyes widened and I froze in place. Not for long though since I was only able to open my mouth trying to form some snarky comebacks and a second later I was pressed into the wall, Dick’s lips on mine, claiming me with all the rage and anger he gathered during the fight. I should have pushed him away, I shouldn’t have wanted this. This was toxic before and nothing has changed. I was supposed to stop it, but shit if I did not miss his touch, his hands on my waist gently caressing all the exposed skin he could find and the way he was keeping me trapped between the wall and his body. My hands found their way alongside his arms up to his shoulders and neck pulling him even closer and closer and closer. Closer than it was physically possible and it made him groan under my touch. I was pathetic and he was a sneaky bastard for catching me off guard this way. But he was also desperate in the way his lips trailed down towards my neck and collarbone, going down and down….
“Dick? YN? Are you down there?”
Fuck. Gar may have been my best friend but his voice and interruption of this moment could be the cause of his extremely painful death. Dick did not seem to bother however as he was still pressing me against the wall, sucking and licking on my skin, sending shivers down my whole body and making me blush like crazy.
“Let go of me, Robin.” I whispered but once again it came out as a moan and I hated myself for being so submissive
“No.” he whispered “I missed you too much to stop now.”
His deep voice, the way he was touching and holding me like I was the most precious and fragile thing in the universe almost made me forget where we were, all the senses consumed by the thought of him, him, him….
It was only because of the three pairs of loud feet approaching that made me strong enough to push him away, immediately missing the contact. But shit, steamy make out session was not something those children were supposed to see. To be honest, all the emotions may have made me act a bit too forceful since with a flash of light I send unsuspecting Dick flying through the whole training room making him crash with the floor with a loud thump.
“YN?” Gar peeked through the door
“Dick?” Rachel asked at the same time immediately checking on him “are you all right?”
“Just some broken trust. And that’s by my teammate” he muttered looking at me with the sad and hurt expression.
“Sorry.” I muttered looking down “but it seems to me like you have lost your touch, Dickinson” I smirked using the nickname I gave him long time ago. “Did you guys want something? Maybe watch me taking Dick down another time?”
“I would love to ….” Gar started but Jason cut him off
“If anything I would love to fight against you, Flux. Bet you got moves….”
“Jason!” Dick yelled appalled by the way the other Robin winked at his girl while said girl was just holding back a laugh.
“We just wanted to let you guys know Gar found out some energy spike. May be where dr Light and Deathstroke are hiding. You should check it out.”
“Yeah, we will be there right in a second. We’ll join you, ok, Rachel?” acting so out-of-character Dick motioned them out “we just need to have a little talk about team trust and support…..”
Rachel looked between us but finally nodded and the three of them left.
“What happened, Dickie? Embarrassed of the humiliation? Bet it was painful when Rachel saw you so helpless and defeated?”
“You think I’m losing my touch, hmm?” he grabbed my waist making me squeal “Your body tells me something different….” Before I could react he tackled me to the ground, his body above mine, holding my hands above my head “who is helpless now, little one?” he muttered before his lips were back on mine.
"is that all you got bird boy?" I gasped when he pulled for air
"don't worry sweetheart I was just warming up" he smirked
Guess when he promised Rachel we will be there in a second he didn’t really mean it.….
#dc#dc imagine#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson imagine#nightwing x reader#nightwing x oc#dick grayson x you#nightwing x you
133 notes
·
View notes
Text
War of Emotion
Book: Open Heart (pre series AU)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Harper Emery, F!MC Estelle Campion
Word count: 1384
Warnings: language, sexual content,
****trigger warning: pregnancy loss******
Category: Angst
Rating: Mature
Summary: Ethan and Harper come to terms with Estelle’s news. Ethan has some decisions to make.
Authors note: so I was always going to give an ending to Who are you? This is the next part.
🗒��🗒️🗒️🗒️🗒️🗒️🗒️🗒️
“I am sorry, you are what?” Asked Harper.
“I am pregnant, Ethan is the father.” Said Estelle calmly.
Ethan takes a breath and says. “Some forewarning that you were coming with this type of announcement would have been nice. we could have planned to meet and discuss at a venue that is not the Atrium.”
“In all honesty Ethan hearing that you impregnated me over the phone was not the way I wanted to break it to you…”
“Why tell him at all, you could have had an abortion and Ethan would have been none the wiser.” Interjected Harper.
Ethan and Estelle were taken aback with Harper’s tone.
“With all due respect Harper, the child is as much Ethan's as it is mine, I thought it only fair that Ethan be informed, and as it turns out yourself also. If the decision is made to keep the baby and if Ethan wants some type of involvement then that will affect you too.”
“It is a lot to take in Estelle, can we have dinner tomorrow night, it will give me some time to process.”
“Of course Ethan and Harper is more than welcome to join us. I will see you tomorrow Ethan.”
Estelle walks away and Ethan and Harper make their way to the car park. They drive to Ethan’s apartment. The tension is high. Ethan is still reeling from the news and Harper, well she felt like she needed to stake her claim.
They arrived at his apartment. Ethan makes his way to the kitchen.
“What do you want for dinner?” Asks Ethan.
“I want you Ethan.” Harper said.
Ethan chuckled, “I am serious Harper, what do you want…”
Harper kissed Ethan hungrily. The kiss caught Ethan off guard and he has just recovered from the shock when Harper pulled away briefly.
“I am going to fuck you.” Harper kisses Ethan again. She undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Running her hands down his chest she undoes his belt buckle and runs her hand down his front. She can feel how hard he is and she hums in approval.
“Go to the bed room, I will join you shortly” she says whilst giving his hardened cock a squeeze.
Ethan does as he is told. He takes his trousers off and waits for Harper. She stands at the door, blouse unbuttoned but still on. She tells Ethan to remove his boxers as she saunters across to the bed, removing an item of clothing until she was before him naked. She straddles him, running her centre up and down his cock. Ethan reaches to caress her breasts. She removed his hands and whispered in his ear.
“Hands to yourself or I will tie them.”
Ethan gulped and nodded. He had no idea what had come over Harper but he was enjoying this assertive side to her.
She places his cock at the entrance and eases down slowly. Then she starts to ride him. Slowly at first but as she picks up pace, she arches her back which enables her to get friction near her swollen nub. She rides him hard and Ethan matches her pace. The angle makes her feel tighter and this turns Ethan on even more. Before long Harper starts to clench and feels her self getting close. She goes harder again and succumbs to her climax, which triggers Ethan’s.
She collapses on top of him and when they have recovered she says.
“I know we have some things to discuss, do not get me wrong but I felt I needed to claim you.”
“Getting back together with Estelle is not on my radar, yes we hooked up on the book tour but we both agreed friendship was all we wanted. You are who I am with.”
The get up and have dinner, both deciding to discuss their options further when they had spoken with Estelle.
The next night came and Estelle was anxious. She had been feeling off all day but put it down to hormones and the extra anxiety. They met for dinner at Aubden, which was closer to Mass Kenmore. Estelle presumed that it would protect Ethan and Harper’s privacy somewhat. The mood over dinner was more calm but it did not stop Estelle from feeling off, especially in her stomach. Ethan was quite adamant that he was not looking to rekindle a relationship with Estelle which Estelle said she knew would be the case, she certainly did not want to entrap Ethan. Estelle did state that termination was on the table but the only thing making her pause was wanting Ethan to have a say. They went through possible complications of Estelle being in New York and Ethan in Boston, what role of any Harper would have or if Ethan wanted any involvement with the child. Knowing Ethan’s history, she did find this one the most unlikely option but she still had it there anyway. Everyone felt the chat was productive and plenty of food for thought then Estelle cried out in agony, clutching her stomach. They get the cheque and take Estelle to Mass Kenmore. By the time they arrive, Estelle’s pain had increased and she had started to bleed. She was taken in quickly and a page was put in to the gynecologist on duty. Bloods were taken and a scan was organized but Estelle knew what was happening. She was having a miscarriage. Harper took her leave, she was sad to see what was happening but she was of little use really. Ethan stayed. Blood test results came back, and it was what Estelle thought. They were keeping her for a few hours, to ensure that everything was gone from the body and of it had not in a few hours, they would organize a D&C. Estelle was in a large amount of pain. She was given some pain relief and fell asleep. Those few hours went quickly and surgery was not required. Estelle was discharged. They went back to Estelle’s hotel.
“Thank you for staying with me Ethan.” She said, emotional.
“It was the least I can do Estelle, it was sad that the baby was lost this way, especially after what I thought was a very productive chat over dinner.”
Estelle nodded.
“I really like Harper too, you two are really great together.”
“She is a wonderful person. And I do like her very much.”
“I am glad Ethan but please, don’t get in the way of your own happiness.”
“I’ll try not to.”
Ethan let’s her sleep and he rests on the couch, messaging Harper to let her know what his happening. She was relieved that Estelle did not need surgery.
A few hours later Estelle woke up, she was relieved to still see Ethan there. The pain had started to ease but she still felt bad for vert nearly turning his whole life upside down.
She apologised. She was not expecting Ethan to be so understanding but he stated that despite the outcome, he did appreciate that she wanted his involvement, even if the decision to terminate was reached. Estelle gave him a hug. There was a knock at the door and it was Harper. She had come bearing coffee. She gave her condolences to Estelle and thanked her for including Ethan, despite the tone she took with her when she met. Estelle forgave Harper, stating she understood where Harper was coming from and stated that she was happy that Ethan and her were together. A few days later Estelle went back to New York, in one way sad, but also happy that her new friendship with Ethan was in tact.
Three months later, in his new penthouse apartment, Ethan had Harper over for dinner. Duck was on the menu. They had a pleasant meal. Ethan was nervous, because he wanted to tell Harper that he was in love with her. Harper could sense that he was nervous and she asked him what was wrong.
Ethan gulped. “Nothing is wrong, I am nervous because I love you and I have never told a partner that…”
“I love you too, Ethan.”
Harper stands up and makes her way to him and kisses him. Ethan returns the kiss.
“Shall we go and make love then”
“Yes we shall, Ethan.”
And they did.
——
Authors note.
And that was that. I did not want to leave you hanging. In this AU Harper and Ethan do love each other and he was able to say it and more importantly mean it. I hope you enjoyed it and that it was not too anti-climactic.
Tagging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @liaromancewriter @potionsprefect @cariantha @youlookappropriate @trappedinfanfiction @tessa-liam @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @a-crepusculo @binny1985 @schnitzelbutterfingers @lucy-268 @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @socalwriterbee
#open heart#ethan ramsey#choices fanfic writers creations#fic of the week#Harper Emery#au#part 2#choices#choices stories we play
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
If you're feeling up to it, another 3 protags Fuck, Marry, Kiss would be fun. But this time with class 77, and their MILFy teacher as well (I'd say Natsumi too, but Fuyuhiko may in fact kill me for even suggesting)
Chiaki
"I think its pretty obvious to say I'd choose Hajime to marry. He's my gaming partner after all and someone that just gets me (yawn) e-even if I'm not the easiest to be with. If I had to choose, I guess I'd choose fuck and kiss for Makoto and Shuichi, respectively?
Sonia
"I must say that I adore this game! Though out of those three, only Hajime has proven himself to be suitable of marriage. As for the other two....I suppose I'll Kiss Makoto and make Shuichi duck. Though...why is he ducking?"
Akane
"Easy! I'll fuck Hajime since I know he's pretty built under there and marry Shuichi since famous detectives are orettywealthy, right? So he'll probably have loads of food stocked up! Don't mind kissin' Makoto, he can even cop a feel if he wants~"
Ibuki
"Who should Ibuki choose? Hmm...hmmmmmmmmm~ Ibuki picks Shuichi to marry since he seems like he could use Ibuki's rockin' tones to uplift his life! Ibuki will choose Hajime to give her all too and a big wet smooch for Makoto!"
Hiyoko
"Peh! As if any of these three deserve to be anywhere near moi!...W-well, I guess if you making me choose Hajime for the marriage...he can be my footstool~ And if by 'fuck' y-you mean 'fuck over' than that detective is getting it because who cares about that emo! And the only thing Makoto is kissing is my foot so he better be grateful!"
Mikan
(Disclaimer - due to the nature of this question, Mikan was found huddling in the corner, completely overwhelmed and babbling between 'I'm sorry for hurting your feelings', massive stuttering over her picks and graphic detail of what she wanted her choices to do to her in bed. To be brief, it's "Hajime for marriage, Shuichi for Fuck and Makoto for Kiss.")
Peko
"None of these are my Master, but if I did have to make a choice...then it would be 'Makoto, then Hajime and then Shuichi'. Makoto seems he resembles the Young Master the most, its better to do it with a friend you trust and...detectives and yakuza don't mix well, so best to send him off with a kiss."
Mahiru
"W-what!? H-how could you even ask this out of the blue?! Did those guys put you up to this? Jeez, leave it to the boys to ask such an i-invasive question! B-but...if I'm just being hypothetical here, then Marry Hajime since I known him the longest, f-f-f-fuck Makoto and then give Shuichi a kiss. Th-that's all you get from me!"
Chisa
"Oh? Asking a professor about which of their cute students they'd prefer? Don't you think that's a bit risque? (chuckles) Just kidding! If I have to choose, I'll marry Makoto since he reminds me of my dear Kyosuke in a way. Hajime I would 'Fuck' since I do know him a bit more and I don't mind giving Shuichi a kiss!"
Natsumi
"Bah, this shit's easy! I'd marry that Hajime! Just look at him! Strong, caring and more ambitious than half the people of the day to day! It's obvious! As for the other randos...ah, fuck it, I'd fuck the detective and kiss the lucky guy. Who cares! Now, Hajim-!!"
Bam! Fuyuhiko appears in the room, red in the face. "Hajime a-and you?! That motherfucker!!!"
(It took about an hour for both Peko and Natsumi to finally hogtie Fuyuhiko from rushing over and making Hajime 'disappear'. Don't worry, he eventually warmed up to the idea!)
Bonus!
Sato:
"These aren't Mahiru at all...but if I did have to choose, it would be probably be Hajime since Mahiru seems to trust him. Makoto is pretty cute so I'd probably want to fuck him and that detective guy can just get a kiss to the cheek and be done with it.
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
[MWII | In That Instant]
Fandom: Modern Warfare II
Title (AO3 link): In That Instant
Rating: Teen (may go up to mature)
CW: None yet; will eventually have canon-typical graphic violence
Lesser Warnings: learning voices, retelling of canon, embellished canon, very brief Graves/Soap, kind of some Price/Gaz if you squint, eventual Ghost/Soap
Summary: Ghost is used to working alone. He's going to learn—one way or another—that he needs to move past that
♥
Interpretation of Ghost and Soap's missions in MWII with behind the scene moments. Building up to Ghost/Soap as a couple.
Still learning the voices for all the boyosInspiration taken from this tweet that initially encouraged me to learn how to write these boys ♥Don't have a beta so if you spot any odd spots/typos don't hesitate to let me know!
Extras:
Status: [1 / ?]
Word Count: 3.382
♥
[i. (mis)conduct]
It's a concentrated effort, for Price, not to slam the debriefing folders down on his desk any harder than he does.
He reckons, for Ghost, it's an equal effort not to throw his gear against the wall. It doesn't stop him from pacing, a few feet away, tense and still hostile, like a wounded animal, waiting for the opportunity to get its claws and teeth into its opposition for a final stand. Out the corner of his eye, he can see Gaz trying to pull Soap out of the room; but, the Scot simply looks between the three of them, clearly confused by what's gone wrong.
Which, by all technicalities… nothing. Nothing was wrong, nothing had gone wrong.
But, that certainly didn't mean things had gone right, either.
Price releases a long, slow breath through his nose, gesturing, "At ease. All of you. Pull up a seat—"
"All due respect, sir," The bite in the title tells Price exactly how this is going to go, Ghost's eyes narrowing on him as he refuses to comply. In fairness, Gaz and Soap stay standing, too. "Perfectly fine standin'. This won't take long."
"Unfortunately for both of us, I don't decide how long it takes and, frankly, neither do you. Now sit your ass down, Ghost."
Ghost very begrudgingly finally throws himself down in one of the chairs. It screeches, like nails down a chalk board, as the feet drag across the tile floor with the force. He kind of hears Gaz muttering an aside to Soap to sit down, too. They're much quieter and Price releases another slow breath through his nose to try calming down even a little bit.
"Let me first say that I'm grateful you're all in one piece. With that out of the way… Ghost, what the fuck were you thinking?" He points towards the other pair without looking at them, when he hears Soap start to protest, "Not your turn to talk, Sergeant."
"All due respect, I'm not sure what yer even chewin' us out fer!" Soap doesn't buckle under the glare that gets thrown his way. In any other situation, Price would be impressed. "Said so yerself! We all made it back in one piece—the entire team did! We're the only two in yer office, though. So it's somethin' one'a us did, and I can't right wrap me head 'round it bein' somethin' the Lieutenant did, so that should make it my turn to talk, shouldn't it?"
"I've got an entire separate arse chewing for you, Soap, don't you worry about that. But right now, Ghost has some explaining to do before I tear his spine out his damn arse!"
"I did what I had to, to finish this job, clean as possible!" Ghost doesn't miss a beat when he snaps back, on his feet again before Gaz can think to stop him; he doesn't give Price a chance to tell him to sit back down. "No casualties—ours or civilian. Heap o' hostiles, two targets for interrogation, as ordered!"
"I gave you very specific instructions—keep your team together and accounted for. Every single one of you is a well of intel for hostile forces. Just one of you getting taken is grounds for an entire can of fuckery being opened! So I ask again… what were you thinking?"
"You knew damn well how I operate when you decided to assign me to this task force." Ghost's voice levels out—cold, calculating, and absolute. "I could have—and should have—said no. I work best alone, not babysitting a bunch of fresh pick recruits."
He'd hoped that this was a good thing. Ghost finally choosing to socialise with a teammate that wasn't Price or Gaz and wasn't just for orders or details. He hoped maybe Soap would rub off on Ghost, even a little bit. Right now, even as he curses himself for being stupid enough to think Ghost—of all people, Ghost—would change so easily, he realises that Soap knows exactly why they were pulled from the team for a talking to.
"... Permission fer my side o'the story, Captain?" Soap's a bit calmer when he stands—calmer in demeanor, but clearly waiting for his turn to get snapped at from either of his commanding officers. He straightens up, arms folded behind his back. "I fell off on me own bad judgement. I decided not to wait fer evac with the others. I chose to push through and catch up. And, if I may, I made that last shot and takedown." He goes quiet for a stretch, takes a breath to steady himself and raises his head again, pointedly avoiding looking towards Ghost. "The lieutenant made the right call, tellin' us to hang back. I'm positive he could have handled the situation solo. … I chose to disagree and regardless of any expectation of conduct, the fact remains everyone on this escort was aware of their own value of information. And all of us are ready to take it to our graves, as necessary. There was already risk, just making sure all injured personnel were out of immediate danger, but Ghost finished the mission, regardless. … I stand by his choice and understand my fault in this."
He at least expects some kind of recognition from Ghost. Soap clearly doesn't, as his attention stays pointedly fixed on Price—well, a spot just past his shoulder—but Price expected at least some kind of acknowledgement. When it doesn't come, outside of the usual narrowed look, Price finally points back towards the door, "Gaz, take Soap in the hall, while I finish with Ghost."
"Sir."
Soap doesn't protest this time; just echoes the affirmative and follows at Gaz's heel. Price waits until the door's closed to pull a slow breath.
"Simon—"
"Don't say a damn word, John." He raises his eyes, just to find Ghost looking away. Frustrated. Pacing again. Looking for an outlet. "Fuckin' Hell, where did you find that one?"
"How long are you going to hug a crumbling cliff, Simon? How many times am I going to have to tell you that this is a team effort? That you do not need to keep doing this shit alone? I brought you on because I know how solid you are. I know I can trust you. But if I can't trust you with the rest of your team—"
"And what happens when I fuck up, John?" He almost wishes Ghost would raise his voice. The level tone, even as his shoulders and chest heave with forced deep, controlled breathing, he keeps his voice down and as level as he can to keep from being overheard in the hall. "What happens when they finally figure out how to trap a ghost? I have seen… too many people drop their guard. I've dropped my guard, convinced the person next to me had my back. I will do my absolute damnedest to keep them alive, Price, you know that. But I need to know they can fend for themselves. I need to know that if—one day, for whatever reason—I'm not there to check their six… they aren't going to end up six feet under."
"And pushin' away the one person in this entire building that can stand your arse is the answer?"
Ghost holds eye contact this time.
"If that's what it takes to finish the mission? Yes."
To that, all Price can do is shake his head. He already knows he's going to need to keep them separated… and part of him just wonders how long it's going to take Ghost to realise he's already developed a routine, just by letting Soap talk to him when others wouldn't.
In the hall, Soap finally lets out the breath he'd been holding when he hears the office door click shut behind him and rolls his shoulders to try relieving even a little bit of the tension, "Christ in a bloody handbasket… walked right into that 'un, dinnit I?"
"We all could've handled it better," Gaz admits, rubbing at his eyes with an annoyed sigh. "Gonna need to learn quick—when Ghost is involved? You get out of the way. His or Price's, don't matter, that is a warzone you do not want any part in."
"Hm? Oh, nae, I know what I did wrong; Ghost was right, I… need to be better." Soap runs a hand back through his hair, disrupting the styling so the mohawk starts to fall out of it's holding and lay flat. "He's trustin' us to have his back. We can't keep up, why shouldn't he do things his way? Got the job done, dinnit? Tried and true. This team ain't there, yet. … But I can be. And I will be."
Gaz doesn't get a chance to nip the painstakingly toxic logic in the bud; the second he opens his mouth to do so, the office door opens. He and Soap both correct themselves to standing at attention—barely a moment before Price relieves both of them.
The most disturbing part is that neither Soap, nor Ghost, makes an effort to communicate. Ghost brushes by all of them, either already dismissed or not caring if he hasn't been, and Soap keeps his attention fixed on Price, clearly waiting for his turn to be torn into.
That moment is quickly topped, as Price shakes his head, slowly and dismisses Soap, as well. Gaz hangs back, watching after the retreating pair. "You need to address this, Price. B'fore it's more than just a pick up."
"I don't think there's anything I can do. … What did Soap say?"
"You're going to have two Ghosts running around if you don't figure out something. Don't know if that's a puppy lookin' fer approval or affection, but you best damn hope Ghost doesn't rub off on him worse than he already is." Price raises a brow and all Gaz can do is shake his head. "Soap… thinks he's not good enough to watch Ghost's back. Fix it, John. Or, God as my witness, you are going to have two Simon Rileys on your hands and not a strong enough chain to keep both in tow."
[ii. confidence]
Soap was… concerned, to say the absolute least, when Price told him he'd be shadowing Graves. Shadowing Shadow Team, the Commander had laughed and Soap maybe got a little bit of a chuckle out of it, too. Nervous energy. Still on his toes, realising his own commanding officer saw him as a liability.
But, not Graves.
It's after the mission, passing drinks around, when Soap nearly inhales his own—down both pipes and nearly his nose—when the Commander gives him a solid thump on the back and laughs, "Y'know. I had my reservations about you."
Soap coughs a few more times, desperate to clear his airway and get his nasal cavity to stop burning. But he does hear the words and manages to find his voice, "Aye? Enough to try drownin' me, Commander?"
"Nah, if I wanted you dead, I wouldn't waste time drowning you. Unless you had something interesting to tell me, of course." Graves leans on the bar next to him, tilting his glass towards Soap's in lieu of a full toast, "When I heard they weren't sendin' Ghost, I was worried. But, Price says good things about you. Just about everyone does and I can see why."
Just about.
Soap looks down at his glass, still trying to muffle a few coughs as his body recovers from the unexpected liquid in places it didn't belong. "Reckon Ghost wasn't on that list o'compliments, was he?"
"Don't take it too personally. Closest I've heard to a compliment from that sonuvabitch was a half-assed gratitude for droppin' a building." Graves knocks his drink back in one go, slamming the glass down with a bit more force than necessary, before he's drumming his fingers on the bar top in a slow, precise manner, lips quirked upwards in one corner in a smirk that makes Soap's skin crawl and feel flush at the same time.
"Could definitely pick a worse role model. Ain't healthy, brother. Vyin' after attention from some'ne like that."
"... Like that, sir?" Soap raises a brow. He doesn't bother trying to deny the first part. He's pretty sure everyone knows he wants Ghost's approval more than anyone else's. At the very least, he wants the man to trust his judgement… or even just have confidence that Soap does know what he's doing.
"When word got 'round about 141… don't think anyone was really surprised—task groups pop up and they come and go like the latest trends. Useful until you ain't… but Ghost… he was a kicker for anyone that knew." Soap must look confused because Graves just pushes up from the bar, stretching his arms high above his head before he rolls his neck and shoulders a few times. "You know, you know. I gave up on that bastard years ago… but you… you could have a future with the Shadows."
If anyone comments on the flush on his face, when Graves tilts his head up for a closer look, he's going to blame it on the alcohol. "Good head on your shoulder, helluva shot and a quick learner. Just the right amount of bite against authority, when you need it. You ever get tired of having Price having you on a short leash or Ghost being… well, himself… I think we could find you a place with the Shadows, MacTavish." He doesn't have the mind to be offended when Graves musses his hair as he's walking away, "Send Price my regards and gratitude, Sergeant! Tell him we'd be more'n happy to have you on board again!"
Soap… does pass the word along. A bit sheepishly when he admits he'd been drinking during the exchange; but, mostly, he uses it as plausible deniability when asked if he had taken the offer seriously. Deniability to laugh it off and assure Price he's positive Graves wasn't being serious. Maybe because he can feel Ghost watching his back from the corner of the room; but, also because he does want to expand his arsenal. Training with Shadow Company seemed like a good way to do so… and, sure enough, by assuring Price he's not interested in transferring, it does let him train with the company every few months.
… And, unfortunately, also gives him an awful intoxication for letting Graves talk him into compromising positions that would get both of them in a world of trouble. Or… would get Soap in trouble, at least. He makes mention of it, one night, in the ungodly hours of the morning when he can't quite sleep and Graves just laughs next to him before dropping a pillow on his face.
"You worry too much, MacTavish. People don’t ask, so long as you get the job done, yeah? Important part is making sure mission ain't compromised."
Soap throws the pillow back at him, a little bit harder, and offers a cheeky grin at the indignant swear it earns him. They don't talk about it again; but, Soap still turns it over in his head. Same mindset as Ghost… just a different approach. Or, maybe it was more accurate to just call Graves approachable.
Still, it does leave a weird taste in the back of his mouth when he has to assure the man—again, just like every single time they've worked together—he isn't interested in officially transferring out of the 141.
[iii. reunion]
When Soap heard he would be working with Ghost—for the first time since Price dragged the pair into his office—he's… a lot of things.
Anxious, excited, nauseated… and maybe a touch blindly optimistic.
"Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt.?" His attention is quickly drawn to the rest of the team and he hurries to catch up with them, "Save ya a seat, sir…"
He knows it's nervous energy. He pretends not to hear Ghost continuing communications with Shepherd in that moment…
It's a concentrated effort for Ghost not to groan the second he realises who The Sergeant is. The second before Shepherd confirms the name.
"Soap MacTavish."
Ghost grinds his teeth, tries to ignore the jolt on contact when Soap gives him a friendly bump on the chest as he's running off.
"Fucking Hell…"
He knew it was only a matter of time. He knew Price was keeping them separated—precaution as much as punishment, even if it was only Ghost viewing it as a punishment—and knew it would end eventually.
This was not where he wanted it to end—
"Ghost—you copy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Any issues?"
So many. So many fucking issues. He knows Price is still waiting for him to buckle and admit he did miss having someone to socialise with. That he had made an unfortunate routine of talking to Soap twice a day, at the very least—more times was nice, but usually not an easy feat. Conflicting schedules, last minute briefings… things that made it difficult to catch too many moments together, without arranging for outside contact.
Contact Ghost hadn't been willing to commit to and isn't about to commit to. Price will probably separate them again after this; he just needs to shake it off and focus.
"Negative, sir. Out here."
They just need to get through this. And then things go back to normal.
When Razor and Alfa go down, Ghost would swear there's some higher power mocking him. Especially when the first words out of Soap's mouth are to secure the crash site.
Ghost nearly snaps at him in that moment. That he hasn't learned a damn thing since their last mission together—the mission needed to come first… and, this time, at least, he can redirect that energy.
"First, we clear for Hassan—that takes the heat off Alfa. Then we clear the crash site? Clear?"
He half expects an argument. His tone might be a little more aggressive than intended to try ensuring there isn't an argument. The relief is almost confusing when Soap doesn't so much as miss a beat; just adjusts his grip on his gun and confirms the order.
With each house cleared, Ghost can feel the tension clawing its way up his spine, even as he forces himself to stay calm and focused. They shouldn't stop for the crash. The should just push straight for the third house. The crash has to be a distraction—
But, the crash is also between them and the last building. If they pass it over, he knows he won't have Soap's cooperation—or, at the very least, they're going to end up in a far worse situation. It isn't ideal and, frankly, it's a waste of supplies. More dead AQ and all he can do is hope that isn't the only reward they get from this.
He spots the uniform over the back of the chair a mere second before Soap comments on it.
"Hassan's uniform… so he was here."
"Lost him when we secured the crash site." Ghost doesn't mean to say that. He hates the look he gets. The furrowed brow and the thin line his lips set in, disappointment barely concealing the hostility building in the stare.
"Are you sayin' we shouldn't have helped…?"
Still too green.
"Choices have consequences…" Choices Ghost made. Choices Ghost should have made better.
It's naïve to hope Hassan had simply fled to the warehouse. Perhaps to an armoured vehicle to attempt escaping in. Perhaps to make a final grand stand.
Oh so blissfully naïve.
Ghost only half notices Soap run up to the crates around the missile. Part of him wants to snap at the Scot to be careful; but his attention is quickly on Laswell's voice. Or… it should be—
"Tell me you have Hassan…"
He barely hears her. Soap calling his name—aggression diminished, disappointment creeping back into his tone— from the crates he's climbed up, pulls Ghost's attention upward.
"Take a look at this…"
The stamp is damning. Ghost feels something plummet in his gut.
"Ghost, do you have Hassan?"
Choices have consequences. He should have chosen better.
"Negative. We found a weapons cache. Hassan's got missiles… they're American."
They need to fix this. Fast.
#sqooshy writes#mw2 fanfic#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghost x soap#eventually#rating: teen#writing exercise fic#ao3 link#not beta'd
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Naruto Mixed Teams AU
So the teams in Naruto are broke as fuck and seem to have no reasoning outside of Asuma with InoShikaCho which they partially threw away in Boruto anyways so… I’m changing the teams and lots of other stuff but most notably is probably the teams.
In this AU Iruka as there home room or main instructor in the academy chooses team composition and their team leaders. Iruka is given a dossier of the available team leaders and chooses the teams each one will have.
First is Team 7: Sasuke Uchiha, Neji Hyuga, Shino Aburame, and Kakashi Hatake as sensei. I think Iruka’s reasoning here is grouping all the prodigies together to challenge each other and to try and survive Kakashi’s no pass rate (and his shitty teaching, sorry not sorry). Shino is counted as a prodigy because he’s never lost a fight and I refuse to believe that kinda skill wasn’t noticed.
Next is Team 8: Ino Yamanaka, Kiba Inuzuka, Hinata Hyuga, and Kurenai Yuhi as sensei. These guys are not as well balanced but I couldn’t take Hinata from Kurenai. The reasoning here is that Ino and Hinata need the companionship and Kiba needs to learn some tact and a bit more empathy. Ino needs a non competitive gal pal again to chill out and learn teamwork. Hinata needs the confidence from both teamates and her sensei to rub off on her. Ino’s temper and Hinata’s soft spoken personality will force Kiba to learn some tact and respect in trial by fire basically.
*I know none of the kids can get much from a genjutsu specialist except Sasuke or Sakura but it was the same in the show. Also I wanted to keep all the sensei with their favorite students and I had plans for Sakura.
Next we have Team 10: Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Tenten, and Asuma Sarutobi as their sensei. I think Shikamaru and Naruto work well to counter each other well. Levelheadedness and well thought out plans are all well and good but sometimes energy and spontaneity is what a situation needs. Also Naruto and Tenten can account for the human element of planning since Shika is a logic boy. Plus (although we see very little of her) Tenten seems like a good middle ground, excitable but mission focused. Plus Shika and Tenten seemed not to have their minds made up and predujiced against Naruto like some of their classmates so it’d make sense for Iruka to take that into account when deciding team dynamics. Also Asuma uses chakra infused weapons which could aid Tenten and help teach Naruto better control.
Lastly we have Team Guy: Choji Akimichi, Rock Lee, Sakura Haruno, and Might Guy as sensei. I think Iruka would see the spirit displayed when not pandering to her crush on Sasuke and throw her to Guy right away. She has the same energy without the “youth” obsession. And throw Choji in with those 3 to try and motivate him a bit more too and also give him some hype men. Guy and Lee would never call him fatso and might even indulge in eating competition with him after training since they see the “spirit of youth” in everything. Also all the guys, after getting to know each other, would definitely call Sakura out on her less than stellar motivations to be a ninja and her attitude towards Naruto and to a lesser degree everyone not Sasuke.
In this AU the original Team Guy members are still all a year older than the others but were in the academy at the same time. Lee and Tenten took the extra year to train ‘cause of there limited skill set and Neji wasn’t allowed to attend ahead of Hinata.
Also in this Naruto still has the moniker of “Knucklehead Ninja” but he’s not an idiot. It never made sense that Naruto as much as he said he wanted respect and acknowledgment couldn’t do anything at the beginning from what we could see. So my thoughts are he already learn Shadow clone and some other probably a bit common big chakra ninjutsu but things that require finer control are hard cause of just how much chakra he has to deal with. I think in this AU the moniker was mostly unjustly assigned due to prejudice and quick judgements.
Also he and Sasuke have a silent respect for each other already. I think right after the massacre Sasuke would be tired of the pitying looks or even praise over his genius so he wanders looking for a place to be alone and finds Naruto. From then on they have companionable silence together every now and then. Naruto just glad someone’s willing to be around him and Sasuke likes that at least one person just doesn’t care to worship him or walk on egg shells. Also Naruto doesn’t like Sakura here. He’s just not in a good enough headspace yet for romance when platonic love isn’t even in view yet. Sakura still likes Sasuke but mostly cause that was most of her character before so I’m using that crush for character growth on her end.
Lastly, episodes 1 and 2 basically don’t happen. I always thought 1 was like an original pilot pitch that never got adjusted in terms of how it actually fit in the show and 2 just seemed fully unnecessary. Basically everything before the Chunin Exam is getting gone or condensed and lots of training and team bonding is getting added since the exam supposedly starts 6 months from the beginning of the show.
#Naruto#mixed teams au#long post#maybe#Brawler Sakura#Healer Naruto#Sasuke goes through gifted child syndrome#all that praise did go to his head a bit#put on a team with people just as good or better really messes with him#I’m ignoring things I didn’t think made sense in canon#or things that made me mad like how the female characters were used/treated
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
[Blair gets up] And respect that decision. Please excuse me while I go cry in my room
[Blair calmly leaves the room. Everyone is quiet for a moment, waiting for the tension to relax. Wes speaks up] So, Franky. You wouldn't know what to do if the police were after me would you?
[Franky instantly bilts out of the front door without missing a beat. Wes hums] Hm. That's an answer I guess
[Usha] If we have to do one more camping trip I'm going to scream.
[Wes] Why would we do another one?
[Usha] Cause you've ruined all of them up to this point
[Wes pouts] Last I checked you ruined the last one cause you slept in
[Usha has a bit of bite to his tone] I was up late and someone unplugged my alarm clock.
[Julian gives Usha a side eye as Usha takes a deep breath. He maintains his composure] Last I checked you still messed up three of them
[Wes] Three?!? How???
[Usha] This one, the one where you pulled the gun, and the one awhile back when you chopped off Lock's tail...er...no offense Lock
[Lock nods] None taken
[Wes laughs] This one??? This one was wrecked by her [He points to Lock]
[Usha mumbles] -mispoke, uh
[Lock chimes in] Oh I'M the one who ruined it? Last I checked you ruined it for me first
[Wes stands up] We aren't talking about that right now
[Lock] The fuck we aren't.
[Wes starts to walk up stairs] I'm letting you two calm down before you do anything you regret
[Lock growls as she follows him up the stairs] You're the one who made the regrets and you better fucking face them
[Wes stops on the second floor and folds his arms] Oh honey you don't wanna play this game with me.
[Usha and Julian follow nervously. Lock rolls her head in annoyance] Oh wow! First you ask me out and now you're calling me honey? You're a creep!
[Wes smiles] Then I guess you don't mind Usha and Julian knowing about your insecurities [Lock snarls and cleches her fists as Wes keeps going] You have a prostetic arm, your full name is Hemlock Winthrop Whim which honestly sounds like a cartoon character, your tail curls when you're scared, you pretend to be dumb than you are to make others happy when in reality you don't need to pretend to be dumb...we all know you are, and you hate yourself more than anyone in this room to the degree that you set yourself up for failure like some sad game of revenge. Oh and one more thing! [Wes gets up close and personal as he continues] You're a declaw due to being an experiment at the manor, you think you're sneaky about it but I know you started the fire, and maybe next time you commit a masacre don't post it on twitter for the world to see your dirty laundry [Wes sweetly smiles]
[There's a strong feeling of bad luck as Wes see's Lock's eyes full of rage between her hair. Lock shoves Wes aside and throws the window open. Wes stumbles some as Lock grabs him by the colar of his sweater and yanks him to her face] How's this for a game of revenge? [Lock picks Wes up and holds him over her head with ease as Wes flails]
[Wes]!!!!
[Lock hurdles Wes out of the open window with a powerful throw]
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
So Savannah refuses to do this because she will feel bad. I understand it's the people pleaser in her or the stupid rules of nts she has learned. However we had friends stay with us for 6 months. And we haven't seen them since they moved out 4 months ago. Now you might be asking yourself melon but why?? Oh I'll tell yeah. So they have 5 cats and 4 dogs. All 5 cats stayed in the bedroom and had ONE litterbox they all shared. Which as far as I could tell it only got cleaned once a week. So that room smelled like cats for atleast 3 months with daily incense, open windows and diffuser in the room. They were always using our kitchen stuff which is difficult cause we already have to make two deals due to my dietary restrictions. He ruined one of our most used pans cause men don't give a shit about things. And he offered to cook for us on a grill that didn't have a cover... no thanks I saw roaches ALL OVER that thing. They're dogs ruined atleast 3 of our dog beds and almost ruined 2 rugs of ours (we were able to save them after months of sitting outside to get rained on and dried). When they moved out they "cleaned" with a vacuum/mop comb and all 9 animals in the room. Also didn't move a single piece of the furniture. Somehow they were always ALWAYS buying themselves new things whether it was a giant cat tower or a fucking entertainment system .... Like sorry should we have been charging you more rent??? We found food trash in their room after she "cleaned" and spoiled milk in our fridge when they were gone. The husband was homophobic but in that "cute southern man" way.... Which frankly I didn't think was cute at all. I lived with a man™️ and God did that one get on my fucking nerves. He was like "but a trans girl will trick you into being gay" NO THEY WONT. "a trans girl shouldn't be in sports" MEN ARENT THAT MUCH MORE ATHLETIC THAN WOMEN. I don't give a flying fuck if it's "science" cause frankly it was probably a rich white straight man that hypothesized and then cooked the results so he is right. So maybe if they come back they need some rules or some teaching on how to clean and respect a house. Because also all the trash and dishes in the kitchen were subsequently ours as well. Like we were supposed to be their parents cause we owned the 🏠. Fucking no you can help out once a while. Other than letting out the dogs ONCE during the 8 hours we were gone. No wonder your dogs were always peeing on all our shit. And there was cat litter on the mattress UNDER THE MATTRESS PROTECTOR. Like ..... WHAT THE FUCK. we gave them everything we had just to not respect us. So no I don't want you to come back to our house yet. Unless we can set up some fucking ground rules. Also I don't even want to go to their cause I'm sure it's gross as hell. Anyway that was my rant on why they still aren't invited. "but it's too late to tell them". I'll fucking write her a letter and mail I don't care cause I'm stilled pissed about the way we and our fucking home was treated. And so the reason none of this ever got said is because my partner is so so so nonconfrontational that'd shed rather hold in all the anger and pain to "stay friends". I never said we had to have a friend breakup I just wanted them to know they were dicks to us. Cause now everytime we have a thunderstorm warning we get a "hey can we and all our dogs and cats come stay at your house". And I'll look up the weather and find either typical storms for Florida ..... Or literally nothing. Like your not a weather person and your getting your info from the most dramatic news source. I know because I looked at 4 different weather channels. I know so crazy looking up other information to confirm or deny a theory.
#mel thinks#i needed to rant#friend rant#friend vent#bad housemate#roommate nightmare#ADULT ROOMMATES AT THE VERY LEAST#Friendship troubles
0 notes
Last Seen Blogs
sinkcousin01
无标题
web-development-tips
Web Development Tips
dokidobe
yellow.dr.monv
bobbie-robron
We’re Meant to be Together
