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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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i’m feeling extra delusional today so here are some silly little cod headcanons ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

cw: (very VERY little amount of suggestive content), profanity, mention of “boob” so

captain john price

absolutely terrified of spiders to the point where he’ll practically jump on you if he sees even the smallest daddy longlegs

holds his kid by the feet on occasion

burped in front of everyone at a meeting one time. it was dead silent and the lads still make fun of him for it

laughed uncontrollably when he saw soap with his mohawk for the first time and had to convince him not to just shave it off after hearing his giggles

calls gaz his “work wife” in a very serious tone

uses “cringe” emojis like 😅😂🤬

one time he was butt ass naked at three in the morning, shaving his beard in the communal bathroom. made ghost promise not to tell anyone what he unfortunately witnessed

says “jolly good time” like it’s a prayer

the man will tease you for letting out a little toot when his farts could kill a victorian child (i’m so sorry)

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

slaps soap on the ass at least four times a day

called ghost his “wittle pwincess” as a joke and almost got his ass beat if it weren’t for price holding him back

a huge lightweight when it comes to drinking. like one shot of vodka will have him throwing up in the nearest toilet

shit his pants in the middle of training one time because he got food poisoning from eating too many freeze-dried skittles

said “womp womp” when soap told him he got broken up with (before the two of you together)

pokes your boob when he’s bored (consensually of course)

johnny/john ‘soap’ mactavish

cried when he found out titanic wasn’t actually based off of a true story

also slaps gaz on the ass daily

one time accidentally put a shit ton of salt in ghost’s coffee, mistaking it for sugar

ghost asked him to test how many oreos he could fit in his mouth without chewing. he made it to 19 before he almost choked to death

practiced kissing with a stuffed teddy bear when he was twelve. his mom has it on video and will never let him live it down

picks you up at random times of the day. washing dishes? perfect. making lunch? wonderful opportunity to throw you over his shoulder

bites you when he’s bored and wants attention, not hard enough to hurt but he just rests his mouth and teeth on you

when in public he always has to take an anxiety piss. he could have gone right before you both left and he would still run around looking for the bathroom and take a two minute long piss

shit in the pool. you might be thinking ‘oh this was when he was a child, right?’ no. he was 26.

simon ‘ghost’ riley

one time lost his mask and had a conniption fit for two hours, which is understandable. he was wearing it the entire time. went on a violent rampage for no reason

also uses “cringe” emojis

you walked in on him trying on your bra one time. you both didn’t move for about two minutes before you pulled out your phone and sent a picture to everyone else. he punished you that night if you know what i mean

says “laugh out loud” instead of actually laughing

burned his tongue when he tried to fit an entire bowl of ramen noodles in his mouth in one sitting

laughs in horrible situations

the king of “my bad homeboy” and “on god”

one time soap told him that saying “babygirl” to someone was a form of high respect and said “you’re absolutely right, babygirl” to price in a very serious meeting and everyone laughed after a moment of silence and genuine concern for his well-being. chased johnny around base for an hour after that

he had to change a diaper for price after he had his kid one time and she shit in his face. he made the horrible mistake of not wearing his mask in that moment

lays his head on your ass and calls you his “personal plump pillow”

found out he was deathly allergic to peanut butter after eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that was made up of half a jar of jiffy and less than a quarter of a tube of jelly

könig

thought “passenger princess” meant driving around with a barbie doll in the passenger seat of a car

almost had a mental breakdown when you told him that girls do, in fact, poop

got a flat tire in the middle of nowhere and his phone was dead. walked four miles to a gas station for gas but then forgot which direction he came from

he genuinely thought that babies come from the butthole up until he was seventeen

you recorded him sleep talking one time when he was mumbling incoherent german and out of literally nowhere said “stream taylor swift”

watches “keeping up with the kardashians” like it’s his religion

munch

anyways… you were yelling with your friend on the phone one time in a joking way and könig ripped the phone out of your hands and said “fuck off” and apologized profusely to both you and your friend after finding out it wasn’t actual anger and that you two were just joking over the phone

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let me know if i should make more, or if i should make some specifically nsfw 😏

anons are open as always ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

- 𝓀.𝒿

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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I loved the headcanons for eren, Jean, and Connie as hotel security guards ❤️❤️ Now picture, Bellhop Reiner (who may or may not have ✨️stopped by✨️ your room a few times for deliveries 👀)

THANK YOU MY SWEETS!! but ouuuhh this sounds good i likeeeee this one!

content: fem!reader, smut, pen!sex, vaginal sex, masturbation, fem!top, squint for dom!fem reader i suppose

bellhop!reiner who watches you saunter into the hotel lobby with your stilettos hooked between your two fingers and the left strap of your dress sagging off your shoulder. you eye him, as you pass through, with a honey-like “good evening, mister” falling from your lips and straight at him. bellhop!reiner gulps as he nods back in turn, but he doesn’t dare say anything in case his voice betrays him.

“penelope suite.” you say to his colleague tending the reception. “just one key — it’s only me.”

but it might as well have meant nothing as bellhop!reiner notes that you keep watch of him the whole time, your attention stuck on the way his uniform beautifully sculpted his herculean physique and how his groomed facial hair suited his face.

you stride up the antebellum staircase with ease, room key jingling and hips swaying. bellhop!reiner knows he should look away, knows he shouldn’t be curious — because curiosity killed the cat and every one of its nine lives — but it’s when hes informed that penelope suite needs attending to, a suspicious query that suspiciously needs to be queried to, he thinks that maybe god will allow him a tenth life.

bellhop!reiner knows where your suite is — like the back of his hand, he’s there in a jiffy. when he bells your door and gains an instantaneous reply, he knows he isn’t going to regret his choice.

“oh, what quick service tonight~” you coo, but bellhop!reiner doesnt care. the man cups your cheeks from underneath your jaw before landing a gentle yet feverent kiss on your lipstick smudged lips.

god, bellhop!reiner doesnt even care for the repercussions of this action; sod this job if it comes to that! but he knows he wont have to file any reports or see to any head manager for misconduct because its you who wants this more.

he leads you to the egyptian linen that lines your designated bedding for the night, hastily laying you down onto the magnolia material, but it doesn’t stay that way for long.

in the end, you end up riding bellhop!reiner like the mad woman you were, audacious yet graceful. even more wicked as you commanded he keep his uniform on bar for his hat — that, you wanted off so that you could tug at the blonde strands and hug his face to your valley breast.

your moans were rude as they voiced every obscenity you could think of. bellhop!reiner’s were worse as he noisily grunts into your chest, his sturdy hips bucking upwards to meet yours.

bellhop!reiner slips himself out of you as he quickly comes into the fist of his hands, using his palm to jerk himself to completion.

you bid bellhop!reiner farewell from penelope suite once hes cleaned up and fit for duty again. he lingers by the door, unsure of where it left the two of you, but you easily clear up that he was great fun.

bellhop!reiner accepts it, because he’s taken liberties as is already, but he doesn’t leave without placing a gentleman’s kiss to your cheek.

as if nothings happened, bellhop!reiner is back on duty in his usual spot by the door. he thinks of you all shift. of course he thinks of you, but he figures that what you both shared was magical because of its fleeting nature.

that was until around three hours later, bellhop!reiner’s being told that penelope suite once again is in request of assistance.

maybe, bellhop!reiner thinks, god had a few cat lives to spare on him tonight.

#reiner braun #reiner aot #reiner headcanons #reiner x black reader #reiner x reader

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minniesmelody · 1 year

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Boo?

Pairing: Eddie x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sudden murders start to happen all over the small town Hawkins, the killer hasn't been caught and the more time that passes by, more murders happen. Who could have possibly done such a horrible crime such as this?

Warnings: Murder, mentions of blood, cussing, stalker like shit, mentions of stabbing, gore, this is based off the script of scream credit to Kevin Williamson for writing such a masterpiece. I did change a some stuff so please don’t go off like “ohhh that’s not what happened” yeah I know, that was on purpose.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏/???

𝟭𝟯+ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟯 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵��𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

POV: Third person and first person

March 28, 1986 9:12 pm

*Ring ring ring*

"God who can be calling at this time?" Chrissy says to herself before walking into her dad's office and picking up the phone "Hello?"

"Hello?"

"yes?"

"Who is this?"

"Mm who are you trying to reach?"

"What number is this?"

"Well what number are you trying to reach?"

"i don't know"

"well i think you have the wrong number"

"do i?"

"It happens, take it easy" Chrissy says before hanging up, placing the phone down and walking away.

But then it rang again.

*ring ring ring*

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry i guess i dialed the wrong number.”

”So why did you dial it again?”

“To apologize I guess”

“You’re forgiven, bye now-“

“Wait, wait, don't hang up.”

"why shouldn't i?"

"Cause i wanna talk to you"

"They got 900 numbers for that. see ya"

"wait-"

Chrissy quickly hangs up the phone and walks to the kitchen, placing some Jiffy pop on the stove.

ring ring ring

'Jesus now the living room phone' Chrissy thinks to herself. She picked up the phone and raised it to her ear.

"Yes?"

"Oh come on sweetheart, why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"Because i don't know who you are" She says as she walks back into the kitchen where the popcorn starts to pop.

"What's the noise?"

"Just some popcorn i got going on my stove right now"

"hm, i can only enjoy popcorn when i'm at the movies"

"Well i'm about to watch a movie so.."

"Really? What movie?"

"The breakfast club, even though i've watched it more times than i can count, but i'd rather watch that rather than some scary movie or something"

"You don't like scary movies?"

"Not really, they give me nightmares"

"What's you're favorite movie?"

"um...Grease, i think i will have to say Grease"

"Is that one the Musical Romance one? With the blonde girl?"

"Yeah Sandy"

"SANDY! That's right, that's what her name was."

"Yeah i liked her"

"so...you gotta boyfriend?"

"No. Why? You wanna ask me out?"

"You know sweetheart, you never told me you're name"

"Why do you wanna know my name" Chrissy said as she walked back to the living room to place the Grease VHS in.

"Cause i wanna know who i'm looking at"

Chrissy's movement freezes "What did you just say?"

"I said i wanna know who i'm talking to"

"That's not what you said"

"What did you think i said?"

Chrissy quickly jogged up to her front door and clicked on her front porch lights on, she didn't spot a single thing so she turned them back off and walked back to the living room.

"Listen, i gotta go"

"wait- i thought we were gonna go out"

"I don't think so"

"Don't hang up on me"

"Gotta go"

"Don't-"

Chrissy quickly places the phone down and runs to all her doors and locks them. She walks back to the popcorn (which was starting to burn) she takes the popcorn off the stove and places it in the sink to cool off and-

ring ring ring

"Oh my gosh, yes?" Chrissy says, picking up the phone once again.

"I told you not hang up on me"

"What do you want from me?"

"To talk"

"Well dial someone else please"

She hung up the phone again but only for it ring again.

ring ring ring

"Listen-"

"NO! You listen to me you little bitch! If you hang up on me again i'll gut you like a fish, Understand?"

Silence consumes them. He has gotten her full attention.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"more of a game really"

Chrissy's eyes the front door of her house. It's unlocked. 'I could have sworn i locked it' she thinks to herself. She wastes no time bolting it and locking it again.

She looks through the peephole to see if anyone is on the other side of the door, thankfully there is not a single soul.

Chrissy relaxes a bit, relieved.

"i'm two seconds away from calling the police"

"They'd never make it in time"

"What do you want from me?" Chrissy's eyes start to water, fear consumes her.

The person on the other line starts to laugh a little before saying "to see what you're insides look like"

Chrissy wastes no time hanging up and throwing the phone on a side table when-

ding

Her front door bell chimes

"Who's there?" She calls out

ding

Another chimes hits

"I said who's there?"

No answers. Fuck this. 'It's time for the police' Chrissy thinks to herself. She goes to pick up the portable phone once again, just as she picks it up...

ring ring ring

Chrissy almost drops it, losing her breath, starts to panic all the more.

She brings it to her ear with trembling hands, saying nothing...listening...waiting...

"You should never say "who's there?" It's a death wish"

"Look, enough is enough. You had your fun now you better leave or else"

"Or else what?"

Chrissy pauses before speaking up once again.

"My boyfriend will be here any second and he'll be pissed"

"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend"

She starts to let out sobs "I lied, i do have a boyfriend and he'll be here any moment and he is big and he plays basketball and he will beat the shit out of you"

"His name wouldn't be Jason, would it?"

Silence. Chrissy's knees start to buck and shake.

"How do you know his name?"

"Go to the back door and turn on the porch light again"

Chrissy is terrified, she has to force herself to move, walking back to the kitchen and to the glass doors. Her shaky hand finds the light switch, she hits it.

Sitting in a law chair in the middle of the backyard is a man with wide shoulders and a small head of dirty blonde hair, her boyfriend Jason. He is tied and gagged, he has been roughed up, but still breathing.

"Oh god" Chrissy says out loud, covering her mouth as another sob escapes her mouth. Her hand moves to unlock the door-

"I wouldn't do that if i were you"

Chrissy is beyond petrified.

"Where are you?"

"Guess"

Her eyes search the yard. Her eyes wandering over the bushes, trees, He could be hidden anywhere.

"Please don't hurt him"

"That all depends on you"

"Why are you doing this?" She cries out

"I want to play a game"

She sniffles a few times before responding "What kind of game?"

"Turn off the light"

Her hand goes to the switch, Steve tugs and pulls at his straps. his face sweating and full of tears.

His figure disappears in the darkness as she clicks the light off. Chrissy moves herself away from the glass doors and back to the living room, her body shaking in fear.

"Here is how we play. I ask a question, if you get it right, Steve lives, it's easy"

"Please..." She sobs and cries and she starts to crouch down, losing her balance to stand on two feet.

"It's an easy category, movie trivia, i'll even give you a warm up question"

"Don't do this, i can't..."

"Name the two main characters of grease"

"no" She sobs out

"Come on it's your favorite movie remember? The one with the guy and girl meet at the beach and fall in love?"

"No please i don't know"

"Yes you do, come on, Jason's counting on you"

Chrissy pauses for a second to catch her before answering "Sandy, Sandy and Danny"

"YES! Very good. Now for the real question, same category, who played Allison in The Breakfast Club?"

"Molly Ringwald!"

"I'm sorry but that's the wrong answer"

"No it's not, i've watched it more times than i can count"

"Then you should know Molly Ringwald plays Claire, not Allison, Allison was played by Ally Sheedy"

"Please...." Chrissy says, sobs continuing to escape her mouth and tears falling down her face, drenching her rosy pink cheeks.

"Lucky for you, there is a bonus round, but i'm afraid poor little Jason... is out"

This implication sends Chrissy running to the kitchen, she flips the porch lights on just to see Jason, eyes wide, still tied and stilling in the lawn chair, his stomach gaping open, a mass of blood and ripped flesh. His insides lay on the ground between his feet, steam rising.

A scream erupts from the bottom of her soul as Chrissy nearly passes out, her face pale and ghostly white.

"Final question, are you ready?"

She doesn't answer, a long maddening silence. Chrissy reaches and clicks off the porch light, making the body of Jason go away into the darkness "Leave me alone...please"

"answer the question and i will, what door am i at?"

"What?" Chrissy says, confused.

"There are two doors to your house, a front door and a back door. You answer correctly, you live"

Chrissy eyes both of the doors, almost studying them, trying to decide between the two "Don't make me...I can't...i won't"

"Your call"

Chrissy slowly makes her way to the kitchen counter, leaning over it and grabbing a long, sharp knife. Chrissy looks around her, she looks down the hall to the front door, then turns back to the kitchen glass door as it suddenly Shatters to bits, a lawn chair comes flying through it, exploding glass sprays everywhere. Chrissy quickly makes her way to her back door, slowly slipping through it, she peeks through the glass door to see a cloaked figure roaming around her house.

She turns her head to see a car heading towards the house, her parents.

She peeks back to the glass door just to see the cloaked figure now staring at her. They quickly punch through the glass door as if it was nothing. This incites Chrissy like fire, she bolts for it, running through her yard, not even sure where to go just knowing that she needed to run.

It didn't last long though as they eventually caught her, grabbing her and slashing her in the chest with a knife. Chrissy looks down to see her sweater start to blossom red. The knife rises again, the blade comes down but is blocked by the portable phone still in her hand. This gives her a chance to get up and bolt for it, she runs as fast as she can to her parents, who were approaching the front door of the house.

She opens her mouth to scream but no sound resonates.

Her father finds the front door afar, a puzzled look rises on his face, Chrissy right behind them with one arm stretched out. Her parents don't bother to look behind them as they enter their home.

"Chrissy?" her father yells out "Chrissy, honey where are you? Call the police"

"Help...me" Her mother hears her from the phone

"Oh god, i can hear her"

"Get in the car and drive down to the Mackenzie's" Her father says, handing her mother the keys to the car.

Her father moves through the house when a scream erupts from his wife's mouth, he rushes out the door to find his wife, on her knees, bent over, retching. His eyes move beyond to a tree in the front yard as he bares to witness to the single most horrifying sight he'll ever see.

That of his only daughter as she hangs from a big oak tree, strung up, very much dead, her stomach ripped open.

"Oh my god, do you believe this shit?" Jeff said, walking beside me.

"What happened?" i asked

"You don't know? Chrissy Cunningham and Jason Carver were killed last night"

"Uh yeah nice try, there is no way"

"Yes way, and not just like, Y/n. We are talking splatter movie killed-split open end to end, it's insane"

"Wait- Chrissy Cunningham? As in the queen of Hawkins High?"

"Yup, parents found her hanging from a tree, her insides on the outside"

"Do they know who did it?"

"Fucking clueless, they are interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, staff, janitors"

"Hey there sweetheart" Eddie says, approaching me, placing a shoulder over me as we walk into school together "Crazy huh?"

"Are you kidding? Murder in the small innocent town that is Hawkins? Who would have thought"

"Yup, they are even bringing the feds into this, this is-"

"Wait- the feds?" Eddie asks, shock written on his face.

"I know right? This is like, insane, who would do such a thing?"

“Remember in JAWS when they caught the wrong shark at first and Richard Dreyfuss cut it open to look for body parts and all they found was a licence plate and all this white milky goo.” Gareth said only for Jeff to lean over and sock Gareth in the arm.

“You heard Eddie, shut the fuck up”

“Whatever man” Gareth said before taking a swing of his chocolate milk that was sitting on his lunch tray.

“Hey Jeff, didn’t you have a crush on Chrissy, or was that Eddie?” Mike asked, joining the conversation.

“I mean yeah, we both did, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“I mean, I’m just saying Jeff, when you start falling for someone you start falling hard-“

“So what are you trying to say? That I killed her or something?” Jeff said, obviously offended by Mikes words

“It would certainly improve on you’re high school Q”

“Relax, Jeff was with me last night, I need his help building my newest lego set” Dustin said, backing up for Jeff.

“Oh, before or after he sliced and diced?” Mike questioned.

“Fuck you asshole, where were you last night Mike?” Jeff questioned Mike, pointing a finger at him.

“First off, put your finger down and second, I was helping my sister yesterday for her stupid newspaper so I was busy, I didn’t have time to murder someone, not like I would want to in the first place,, but if you don’t stop I will gut your ass in a second” Mike explained.

“Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? I heard they found her liver in the mailbox”

“Gareth, you goon-fuck, I’m eating here” I said, I didn’t really wanna think of stuff like that when I’m stuffing my face with food.

“Yeah Gareth, she is getting mad. I think you better liver alone” Eddie pitched in and joked, not funny.

"So, tell us, what relationship did you and Miss Cunningham have?" Officer Callahan said, note pad in hand, Officer Daniels and Officer Powell's next to him.

This is stupid, i get it, someone died but why interrogate me? I'm just some loser in high school who very obviously doesn't like the snotty popular circle of peo-......no you know what....i see why they would want answers from me at least. Disliking the Queen of the popular kids and she ends up dead....yeah i see why.

"I didn't really have much of a relationship with Chrissy, it’s not like I hated her. I didn't talk to her much but she hung around all the popular kids and dated that dipshit Jason Carver, i disliked Jason more than Chrissy, like i said, i didn't talk to her much." I explained, shuffling a bit in the uncomfortable school chair that was attached to a wooden desk, sitting in an empty classroom.

"Did you guys ever clash on anything? Any arguments? With Miss Cunningham or Mr Carver?" Officer Daniels asked this time.

"I never fought with Chrissy as i never really talked to her like i said already. Me and Jason fought almost on a daily basis. He would be his prick self and taunt us"

"Us?" Officer Callahan questioned.

"Hellfire? Me, Eddie, Gareth, Dustin, you know...the freaks? Weirdos? The opposite of the popular's?" I said while pointing at my shirt, red devil and dice plastered on top of it.

"Is that the Dungeons and Dice club?"

"It's Dungeons and Dragons"

"Whatever, same thing, did you happen to know if Jason clashed with anyone else other than anyone in Hellfire?" Officer Powell asked, annoyed at my comeback towards Officer Callahan.

I shook my head no "How should i know? I tried to avoid the asshole as much as possible"

"Was there ever a time you wanted him to die? Any time you wanted him...gone?"

I thought for a second before answering since there was a few times.

Like the one time he grabbed me the wrong way while i was waiting for Eddie to be done with his little drug deal, he grabbed my ass and waist and started forcing himself on me, the smell of beer and weed bouncing off of him, i had pushed him off of me and ran back to Eddie as fast as i could.

Or like that one time he had pushed Dustin down the stairs and called him a toothless walrus, i had punched him in face and told him to eat shit, and yeah maybe i told him to go and die but i didn't think back then that he would actually end up getting murdered and end up dying 6 months later from that moment.

"I mean...i've thought about him suffering due to his actions but i never in a million years thought it would actually happen for real"

"And you don't know anyone who would do this? For real, not verbally?"

"No Officer, not at all"

"Sorry, work ran late, i'm on my way" Nancy said from the other line.

Me and Nancy had gotten a bit close, her being the older sister of Mike after all and being of course from being one girl to another, we mostly understood each other for the most part.

She had invited me over for a sleepover, her mom offering to make a bunch of snacks and watch some movies together, but writing and work was always her main focus, no mater what she wouldn't budge to take her focus off whatever project she was focused on before anything else.

"Yeah sure, i will be here waiting"

"Great, by the way i wanna swing by Family Video and get something. I was thinking something with Tom Cruise in it" Oh yeah, she has a Tom Cruise obsession, she has a whole poster of him hanging up on her wall in her bedroom and everything.

"Whatever, just hurry" I said before placing the phone back in it's place and starting to walk away, until-

ring ring ring

Nancy? Did she forget to say something? Did i say something? Was it even Nancy? Only one way to find out. I picked up the phone and raised it to my ear.

"Nancy?"

"Hello Y/N"

I didn't know the voice, i would have known who it is by now, has to be someone who called the wrong number or something.

"Hi, who is this?"

"You tell me"

I'm trying to place his voice but nothing clicks, it sounds a little bit distorted.

"I have no idea"

"Scary night isn't it? With all the murders and all, it's like its all coming right out of a horror movie or something"

"Ah Gareth, you gave yourself away, you are the only person i can think of who speaks about movies at random times, especially horror movies"

"Do you like scary movies?"

"I like that thing you are doing with your voice Gare, i think the ladies will dig it"

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Don't start, you know i don't watch that shit"

"And why is that?"

"Because they are all the same, it's always some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who always runs upstairs when they should be running out the front door, its ridiculous."

A brief silence passed by.

“Are you alone in the house?”

“That is so unoriginal. You disappoint me, Gareth”

“That’s because I’m not Gareth”

“So who are you then?”

“The question is not who am I, the real question is where am I?”

“So where are you?”

“Your front porch”

I pause, I slowly move towards the window closet to me and pull aside the drapes, I can’t see all of the porch but I don’t see anyone.

“Why would you call me from my front porch?”

“That’s the original part”

"Oh yeah? Well i call your bluff"

Fuck it, i quickly unlock the door and swing it open revealing the front porch, but i see no one.

It's one of the boys pulling a prank on me, it has to be, i can't think of anyone else it could be.

"Can you see me right now?"

"uh-huh"

An idea pops up in my head.

"What am i doing?" i say as i stick my finger to my nose, mimicking i was picking my nose "Good try Gareth, better see you at school, don't need you failing like Eddie, bye now-"

"If you hang up, you'll die just like Chrissy and Jason did….do you wanna die? I know they didn’t…”

My mouth went dry. Mouth agape but no words leaving it. I couldn’t even stop myself from hanging up immediately and dialing one of the only numbers I knew wouldn’t be dead luck…

911.

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gooseloverfiction · 4 months

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Court Gentry/Six x Reader

With Six it's never boring... Watch out: angst/hurt?/comfort, injury mention, some violence, just a bit of blood mentioned; Inspired by some goose server talk, thank y'all babes! Word count: 1073

Six was sitting at your kitchen table, the variety of his guns laying in front of him, waiting to be taken care of. He glanced from the barrel he was cleaning to a kitchen clock and furrowed his brows.

He promised to not check up on you when you were out, being called overprotective far too many times, but he still was worried. You were running late. He'll give you another 10 minutes and… the buzzing sound interrupted his thought and your name on a screen made him stand up when he picked up the phone.

You never called him to pick you up, being afraid someone from his past would see him. He couldn't care less if it meant you're safe. And who was overprotective here?

“Court?” your voice was small, almost inaudible. You had to whisper. But why? Were you in danger? Six realized you needed his response.

“What's wrong, baby?” he asked, sounding casual, already ready to leave the house, a gun in a holster.

“I think… I think I've killed someone” you whispered again, you're voice breaking up. Now Six was practically running to the car.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he started to ask, his voice steady, void from emotions. You couldn't hear how afraid he was for you now.

Starting the engine, he almost missed your words.

“No. I don't think so. Could you… come and help me get rid of the body?” your voice was even lower. Like you just covered the microphone. If he wouldn't be so worried about you, Six would probably half laugh about the whole situation.

“Pin me your locations, I'll be there in a jiffy.”

You didn't reply to him, instead he got a pinpoint of your current spot. Some street a block away from a pub. Why were you there?

The agent stepped on the gas.

The streets were mostly empty, with people occasionally passing, often wasted enough to not pay any attention. Six parked a few streets away and moved in the shadows, just to a place where your pin was. You weren’t there. But he managed to see the bend leading to an alleyway.

He took out his gun and carefully took a few steps in, his eyes quickly getting used to the darkness, buildings around him casting shadows. After a moment he could see a shape of someone’s leg appearing behind the trash bin. But before he could move to see the body, someone lounged at him and if it wasn't for your voice calling his name, you would be shot dead. Six’s breath hitched when you caught him. He growled low, feeling your body shivering. He decided to scold you later, when you’ll be in a safer environment, preferably in bed.

The man tried to pry you from him, but you were exceptionally clingy. So he moved with you, to glance behind the bin. A guy laying there, with some blood on his face, was just knocked out cold. Six could see the man's chest rising and falling. You probably didn’t even check his vitals, just assumed he’s dead once he fell to the ground, not moving after.

“Did he hurt you?” the agent managed to move your head up, to look at your busted lip.

“Just some scratches. I… did what you taught me to do. But I didn’t know he was so close to a wall and… Oh my God, do we have to bury him?!” you were still conscious enough to not yell, although you frantically looked between him and a leg peeking.

Six just giggled, that bastard! You looked at him incredulously. It wasn’t just a fact he did it right when there was a dead man laying on the ground. It was more that you never heard that man giggle. And you knew him for some time now. He put his big hand on the small of your back and pushed you gently toward the street. You tried to stop him, looking back. So he hooked his fingers on the belt loops of your jeans and kept you closer, moving forward.

“But he…shouldn’t we…” you knew Court wasn't sloppy to leave any trail behind and now he acted a bit weird. He stopped soon and fished out his phone. With a secured line, his number was hard to be tracked.

You've listened to him calling some authorities. Your eyes grew wider and wider, cheeks burning hot seconds later.

“He's not…dead?” you asked surprised. Not that you weren't praying for that to happen. You didn't want to… But the guy didn't leave you a choice.

Six put you in your car and even fasten your seat belt. The shock of being assaulted just a minutes ago and then the whole 15 minutes you believed to kill someone finally caught you up.

“You knew…” you punched his arm hard. At least it was hard for you.

“I'm sorry sweetheart, it was just better when you were in this state…” Six vaguely explained.

“What state? The dread of taking someone's life?!” your voice was louder now. His palm brushed over your scratched to the flesh knee.

“Yes. So I could focus on you instead of killing this guy myself,” his grave tone and fingers gently squeezing your thigh were enough of confirmation he wasn’t exaggerating.

You didn’t say a word on the way home.

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With adrenaline rush over, even with just a bit of alcohol you drank, your legs felt weak. Court just simply swept you off of your feet and carried you inside, taking you right to the bathroom.

Sitting you on a counter, Six took out home’s first aid kit and dipped the swab in disinfectant, crouching in front of your scraped knees. With his line of work, he was more than efficient in taking care of different types of wounds and you couldn’t even flinch too much because he was done, putting some patches on you, kissing gently both of your knees. He stood between them, pulling your chin up so you would look at him. He put some gel on your busted lip, brushing it gently.

“You know, hon, I don’t know if I should be worried or glad you called me first,” he smiled seeing you all flustered.

“Who keeps company with the wolves will learn to howl,” you said, wanting to add something more, but the very skillful mouth of some very skillful agent shut you up.

#sierra six #Six #court gentry #court gentry x reader #x reader #ryan gosling #the gray man

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wheresarizona · 1 year

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Is it terrible that I saw this photo and immediately thought "Javi and Cielito would absolutely dress up their bovine children and take Christmas photos"?

Am I wrong?

Holiday Card

summary: You have an idea, not a sexy idea like Javier hoped, but it’s still an idea he’s very much into.

rating: T (This is fluff. No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, mentions of sex, Reader POV and Steve Murphy POV)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 977

a/n: This can be read as a standalone or as part of the Learning to Live ‘verse. Thanks for the ask! It inspired me because you are one hundred percent correct! They would absolutely have family pictures done with their bovine children. Big thanks to @juletheghoul for looking this over!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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December 1998

It was the beginning of December, and the yearly holiday cards were beginning to come in from friends and family, some making it onto the fridge, like the lovely festive holiday family portrait the Murphy’s sent, others ending up in the trash, why did your dentist send you one? The cards causing an idea to sprout in your brain.

“Javi?”

He had the checkbook out across the dining room table from you, taking care of paying the bills while you went through the mail, passing him more bills, and making a pile of junk mail to discard, your dentist’s card included.

“Yes, Cielito?” His eyes were stuck on the check he was writing, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“I have an idea.”

That got his attention, his head coming up to meet your gaze, seeing him visibly perk up, and it made you smile.

“Is it like the last idea you had?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, looking a little excited, the bills suddenly forgotten.

You snorted, your arms now resting on the tabletop.

“The one where I let you use handcuffs, gave you permission to do anything, and you fucking edged me for an hour? Is that what you’re talking about, Javier?” you asked with a smirk.

His throat bobbed, a flush licking up his neck under his mostly unbuttoned dress shirt, his eyes darkening.

“Yeah,” he rasped, nodding, “That one.”

“That was a good idea—”

“It was,” he interrupted. “A fucking fantastic idea.”

A laugh bubbled up your throat.

“But,” you continued, “this idea is not of the sexy variety. It’s more wholesome.”

His shoulders drooped, making you giggle, setting his pen down to scratch at his mustache.

“What’s the idea?” he asked.

“We should have holiday cards made.”

His eyebrows knit together, head tilting slightly.

“Holiday cards?”

“Yeah, you know, us as a couple wishing our friends and family happy holidays through the mail so we don’t have to actually talk to them on the phone.” You made a face thinking about having to listen to your aunt go on another political rant—a card could nip that in the bud.

Javi’s eyes went a little rounder.

“You want me to be on them?”

“Yeah? Of course, silly! We’re a couple, and I love you, plus they’d be so cute. I have another idea about them.”

His face softened.

“Tell me.”

“Oh my god!” Connie exclaimed from the kitchen. “Steve, come here. Now!”

“Uh oh,” Olivia said, glancing at him from her seat beside him at the dining room table, her pencil stopping in the middle of the homework problem they were working on. “You’re in trouble, dad.”

“Am I, squirt?” Steve asked, ruffling her hair and making her giggle. “I better go see what’s got your mom all excited. I’ll be back in a jiffy to finish helping. Why don’t you try working it out on your own, ‘kay kiddo?”

“‘Kay, dad,” she replied, her attention turning to the worksheet in front of her.

Steve got up from the table and quickly made his way to the kitchen, finding Connie holding something.

“What is it, honey?”

She looked at him with a bright smile, an expression of pure delight on her face.

“You’re never going to believe what we just got in the mail,” she said excitedly.

“A check for a million dollars?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Something better.”

His eyebrow quirked.

“What in the world could possibly be better than a million dollars, baby?” he asked as she handed him the card.

It took him a second to register what he was looking at because his brain was having trouble computing the image. He knew logically who that face belonged to, but it didn’t look right. It looked… unnatural, his eyes squinting as he took it in.

“What in God's name…” he mumbled. “This cannot be Javi. He’s smiling—Javi doesn’t smile.”

“That’s him, Steve. That’s Javier Peña with a megawatt smile, holding a pretty woman with two young cows wearing fake antlers. He looks so in love and happy! You have to call him!”

The picture had Javi and his girlfriend wearing red sweaters and jeans, him holding her from behind as they looked at the camera smiling, red and black cows on either side of them with fake antlers on their heads, standing in front of a barn, the words, “Happy holidays from us to you,” typed in a fancy script at the bottom.

Steve knew the cows had to be from Javi’s dad’s ranch, knowing his friend had been living and working there for some time before getting a job with the local sheriff’s office.

“I gotta call Javi,” he said, meeting his wife’s eyes. “I gotta make sure this is really him, and he hasn’t been cloned or some shit.”

“That’s a bit much, but you should call him. Invite them to visit, I’m dying to meet the woman who makes Javi smile like that,” she said, pointing at Javier’s face.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I wanna meet her, too.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “Javier Peña domesticated. Baby, does it feel colder to you?” he asked.

“It was a little chilly today. Why?”

“I’m pretty sure hell froze over, which is the only explanation I can think of for this,” he said, holding up the card.

Connie huffed out a breath.

“I’m really happy for him,” she said. “With all he’s been through, the man deserves a little happiness.”

Steve looked at the picture again.

“Yeah, he does. It’s kinda nice seeing that grumpy asshole smiling for a change. I’m gonna go call him, tell him to visit, that the kids miss him and wanna see their tío Javi.”

“Using the kids as an excuse is playing dirty,” she replied. “You know how much he loves them. He’ll absolutely come—that’s the perfect plan!” She grinned.

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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Have you done Bachelor/Estes taking care of a sick farmer? I saw the ones of their SO taking care of them and wanted to see the reverse!

Bachelor/ettes Taking Care of a Sick S/O

Hi everyone, I'm back! For a while now I've been shifting my creativity onto other personal writing projects, but I'm happy to say I will (hopefully) be back on track to getting requests done. I may be a little slow, but I'm not sure. Thanks to those who stuck around!

Anyways, thank you for the ask nerdgirl57! I really should have gotten around to this sooner; it's a great ask! /pos /gen.

Bachelors:

Sam

Sam is actually pretty alright at taking care of you. He's got a little brother, and of course Jodi isn't always healthy herself. She started training him in how to do the basics of taking care of himself when sick, and he's used that information to help take care of his family, too. Still, he's not strict when taking care of you. He'll offer you a bag of chips as reward for drinking your soup.

You also watch a TON of movies together. It's the perfect excuse to hang out.

Elliott

Elliott's almost (but not quite) as good as Harvey when it comes to taking care on common colds and flus. Of course, more extreme cases he's not as equipped for, but he's not going to let you know that. You sleeping is his number one priority. He makes you a (burning) hot soup and strokes your forehead while you drift off to sleep. But if you're really having trouble getting rest (or just don't want to), he'll try to sing you to sleep!

Sebastian

Sebastian is sick so much he doesn't realise he's sick anymore, so he doesn't have a clue on what to do. He calls Robin for help, and she in turn calls over Maru to give her advice. Thanks to his sister, he gets you up and running in a jiffy. Not only does having you healthy again mean, well, you're healthy again, but it also means he can get back to his work. And he really needs that project done.

Harvey

Harvey's a doctor guys, you're fine! He puts on his stoic doctor persona all the time though, so if it's that shyer personality you're looking for you won't get it. He's just so used to having to be Serious that he forgets he's even doing it. You're absolutely banned from going near anyone with even the slightest cold for a week after.

Shane

He's all 'you'll get over it' until you don't get over it. At that point, you're either on the verge of recovering or literally dying. By then, he kind of has an 'oh shit' moment and helps you into bed. He does all the basic stuff: feeding you healthy foods, giving you medicine, etc. But like Sam, he lets you relax. After all, it's not fun to be sick.

Alex

God, he's all over you. 'Do you need this?', 'how about I get you a wet towel.' He absolutely HATES being sick and assumes you do to. He gives you a lot of awkward hugs. He doesn't want to get sick himself, but he also doesn't like seeing you suffer alone. He's doing all your chores for you and everything. He may not be the best cook, but he tries.

Bachelorettes:

Penny

She avoids you a lot. She's the kind of person to push a bowl of soup towards you with a stick so she doesn't have to get close. She's just far too frail to be able to handle getting sick again. The last time she did it was horrible and lasted for weeks. She makes you a lot of her own recipes. It's Penny, so you can trust it'll work, but beware: it tastes pretty bad. Just don't let her know about it!

Leah

Leah's got you covered, for sure. She's got a ton of natural medicines ready for you and mixes them in lovely soups and salads. You guys spend all day cuddling together and watching television.

Abigail

She gets all sad you guys can't go out for activities anymore. But she understands you're too sick to do that stuff. She doesn't want you to tire yourself out anymore. She cuddles you all night and day long. She doesn't care about getting sick. She doesn't really take care of you, more so tries to distract you from your pain and let nature take its course to help heal you.

Maru

For Pete's sake, she's a nurse. She's got you covered. You two are straight to Harvey's clinic where she gets you all the medicine you could need. You'd expect her to keep her distance. After all, she does when she's sick. But she wants to be by your side. She tries some new activities with you, so you're not bored all day.

Emily

Emily understands how much being sick sucks. She cooks you a lot of food in the hopes that you can stomach it. But if you can't, that's okay. She spends a lot of time trying to get you up and active, so you don't lose your muscles laying around all day. Some fun and simple dances are her style for this.

Haley

You get pampered with kisses the whole time. She hates to see you sick like that. She'll lay in bed with you all day (reading a magazine of course). You two spend a lot of time just talking about stuff while waiting for you to get better. She even tries cooking some stuff! Gets you any and everything you could need.

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Upside Down Feelings III

Chapter 4: The Sauna Test

summary: I’M NOT EVEN GONNA BOTHER WITH A SUMMARY BC I’M TOO BUSY SCREAMING RN

word count: IDK BUT ITS KINDA LONG

“-That keycard opens the door,” Dustin continued explaining to the three sleepy teenagers sitting in front of him. You lazily plopped your head on your palm as Steve played with his sailor hat and Robin clicked away at the ice cream scooper. The sleepiness didn’t stop you from listening intently. “But unfortunately the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it.”

“But there’s gotta be a way in,” You shook your head in thought. Steve blew into his hat, putting it down as he leaned forward in a serious manner.

“I can just take him out,” He said.

“Take who out?” You raised your brows.

“The Russian guard.”

You snorted.

“What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” You deadpanned.

“Yes, Y/N, I did. And that’s why I would be sneaking,” He rolled his eyes as if you were the one misunderstanding the situation. You felt the familiar feeling of anger bubble in your chest at his tone.

“Well, riddle me this, Einstein: what gives you the idea that you can win a fight against a trained soldier when you couldn’t even take Jonathan down?” You leaned forward with a smirk, leaving only mere inches between your faces.

“That was one time,” He scoffed.

“Twice. Billy beat the living shit out of you in November,” You corrected.

“That? That doesn’t count-“

“Oh, that doesn’t count?” You chuckled. He narrowed his eyes at your arrogance. “And pray tell, why doesn’t it count, Steve?”

“Because, Y/N-“

“Here they go again,” Dustin muttered. Robin rolled her eyes before her face dropped in thought.

“No, no, no! If I remember correctly, and I do-“ You continued.

“That’s debatable! You slammed your head pretty hard-“ Steve interrupted.

“What are you thinking?” Dustin asked the freckled girl gone silent, allowing you and Steve to hash it out as he listened to her response.

“If we want to find a safe way into that room, we’ll need a map,” Robin responded, watching as you and Steve continued with your daily argument. “They’ll be at it for a while. Wanna come with?”

“Where to?” Dustin perked up.

“County Recorder’s Office. Grab the money from the tip jar. I’ll meet you outside,” She stood up and walked toward your purse, digging around for your keys. Dustin nodded, taking off.

“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” You turned around, hearing the familiar jingle from your keys.

“I’m borrowing the Bronco. We’ll be back in jiffy,” She was already walking out of the door. You both followed after her.

“You don’t even have your license!”

“It’s just around the corner! Live a little!” She smirked.

“Hey, dipshit! Where are you going with our tips?” Steve called after Dustin.

“We need it! Trust us! We’ll be back!”

And just like that, the two disappeared into the crowd of people outside of the parlor.

“That sounds like a bad idea,” Steve muttered. “You should probably go with them.”

“Why me?” You frowned. “You go with them.”

“Oh, my God! Would it kill you to agree with me for once in your life?” He sighed, walking into the back again. “You are so unreasonable sometimes.”

“Says the man that wants to take down an armed guard by sneaking up to him,” You rolled your eyes, following close behind and leaning on the counter as you watched him pace.

“We’ve taken down far scarier things than armed guards, Y/N,” He lowered his voice, taking a step closer to you to continue. “Surely, we could-“

“We?” You laughed. “Oh, no. No, no, no-“

“Just hear me out,” Another step.

“No, you hear me out, Harrington,” You drove your pointer finger into his chest, tired of hearing his naive plan. He looked down at you with wide eyes. “You think everything is so simple! You know why we took down those things?”

“Strategy and tactic!” He shouted.

“No, Steve! Luck. Sheer luck. We were only mere seconds away from meeting a different fate!” You shouted back. “Had we not had El in our corner- Had she not shown up when she did, we would’ve been dead. Hell, we should be dead. But we aren’t.”

“Well, we will be dead eventually if we let those fucking Russians go on with whatever they’re doing!”

“No. It’s too dangerous,” You shook your head.

“Then let me do it alone-“

“And let you die?! Do you have any idea what that would do to me?!”

Silence. Ear piercing silence ensued as those final words processed in his mind.

“I..” You took a deep breath, realizing exactly what just spilled out of your mouth. His eyes danced across your face in a way they haven’t since that night you’d shared a dance at the Winter Ball. “I meant Dustin. Do you have any idea what that.. would do to Dustin..”

The ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly with amusement as he placed his hands on either side of you, resting his weight on the counter behind you. His smug smile not even a foot away from your own lips. “You’re a shit liar, you know that?”

“I’m not.. I’m not lying,” You breathed, cursing yourself for stuttering. But you couldn’t help to feel nervous with those half-lidded eyes staring deeply into your own. He didn’t even bother to hide it anymore. It was written plainly on his face.

He wanted you.

“Then look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t mean what you said,” He tested the waters by getting closer. He licked his lips, making you realize they were only six inches away from your own.

“I didn’t mean it,” You said without hesitation. It didn’t matter how firmly you said it, it was your own eyes that you away this time as flickered down to those soft lips. You couldn’t resist to take a glimpse. You tried to hide it. But it was clear as day.

You wanted him, too.

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slowly. His brown eyes danced around your face, taking you in with enough focus to memorize every feature.

He lifted his left hand, setting it on your jaw as his thumb brushed against your lower lip before dragging it down to your chin.

“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?” He whispered, inching closer until his nose tickled your own.

“A really bad idea,” You agreed softly, feeling his mouth graze ever so gently against your own. Your eyes shut as you breathed each other in for a moment before he gave you a small nod and forced himself to take a step back stepped back.

You both blinked, taking in what almost just happened. He cleared his throat as you shifted uncomfortably at the tension. Another deafening silence shot through your chest, greeting the violent butterflies that fluttered away beneath the surface.

“I, uh..” He scratched at the back of his neck, searching for something- anything to say. “I should get back up there.”

You only nodded, watching as he took long strides to the door and disappeared behind it. You turned around, letting out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding as you leaned against the counter; your palms on the cold metal was your only source of stability. You allowed yourself to let out a few deep breaths, brushing your lips with your fingers and remembering the way his warm breath danced on them only a few moments before.

The door burst open, making you jump as you looked up to see Steve making a beeline towards you. “Fuck it.”

You didn’t know who kissed the other first, but before you knew it, his lips collided onto your own, hands pressed firmly against your waist and cheek as your own clawed at his shirt, pulling him in even closer. Your fingers found his hair and gently pulled at the brunette locks, earning a groan that rumbled into your core.

He backed you into the same counter you were just leaning on, helping you onto it as you jumped. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him into you.

He kissed you with fervor. You kissed him back just as hungrily. It was as if all of the tension that had built up in the previous months exploded into this.

He chuckled against your lips.

“You have no idea.. how long I’ve been.. wanting to do this,” He mumbled between kisses before pulling away. “You’re way better at this than I remember.”

“You are, too,” You smiled, following his lips. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

He hummed in response into the kiss, allowing his mouth to fall back into the same, hungry rhythm from the moment before.

Your hands played with the hem of his work shirt before your cold fingers left a trail of goosebumps on the tops of his hips, refusing to trail up until he did the same.

You have no idea how long you’d been making out for or how many times you’d both ignored the front bell ring. It wasn’t until you heard the familiar boyish giggle followed by the words “Turns out kissing is actually better without teeth!” that you both jumped away from one another, hastily adjusting your uniforms and finger combing through your hair just in time to look semi-presentable for your best friend and brother.

“Check this out,” Dustin grinned, pointing at the map Robin was now unfolding into the table. Both of them were too preoccupied looking at the map to catch your flushed faces and swollen lips.

“Starcourt Mall,” Robin smiled proudly. “The complete blueprints.”

“So, this is us, Scoops,” Dustin dragged his finger around the map. “And this is where we want to get.”

“I mean,” Steve cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool. He looked over at you to see that your wide eyes looked intently at the map presented to you. You were avoiding his gaze. “I, uh.. I don’t really see a way in.”

“There’s not,” Robin peeled off the top layer of papers. “If you’re talking exclusively about doors.”

“Air ducts..” You muttered, feeling your heart pound away nervously, but thankful for a topic you could throw yourself into. “That’s fucking brilliant.”

“I know,” She shrugged, walking to the wall on the opposite side of the room to grab a marker. “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room. And these air ducts lead all the way..” She began to draw. “Here.”

The Russians’ secret room.

“I’ll grab the ladder.”

———

“Flashlight,” Steve ordered with the screwdriver in his mouth. “Y/N?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry,” You blinked, realizing you’d been staring blankly at his thighs. You handed him the flashlight.

“Thank you,” He chuckled, exchanging the wet screwdriver for the light before looking into the air vent. “Yeah, I don’t know, Dustin. I don’t know if you can fit in here. It’s, like… super tight.”

Did he have to say it like that?

“He’ll fit,” You patted your brother’s back. “You wanted to be an American hero, right? Well, here’s your chance, Mr. No-Collarbones.”

Dustin took the flashlight from Steve and climbed up the ladder.

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin asked as Steve climbed down.

“He’s got some disease. Chry, uh.. Chrydo, um.. something,” Steve looked at you for help.

“Cleidocranial Dysplasia,” You grunted as you tried to push your brother into the vent.

“Right. Cleidocran.. I don’t know. He’s missing bones and stuff. He can bend like gumbo.”

“You mean Gumby?” Robin offered

“I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He quickly turned to you at the sound of your voice calling his name.

“A little help?”

“Oh, right, yeah.”

You both grabbed his feet again.

“Not my feet, dumbasses. Push my ass.”

“I’m out,” You dropped his foot. “I’m not touching your ass.”

“TOUCH MY BUTT! I DONT CARE!”

“I DO!” You shouted back. “I’ve washed your laundry, Dustin. I’ve seen those occasional skid marks-“

“Y/N! SHUT UP!”

“All I’m saying is that wet wipes go a long way-“

“FUCK OFF, Y/N!! STEVE?! PUSH MY ASS!”

“Well, I don’t wanna push your ass if there are skid marks-“

“I DON’T HAVE SKID MARKS! PUSH MY ASS OR I’M TELLING YOU-KNOW-WHO ABOUT YOUR LITTLE CRUSH-“

“OKAY, I’M PUSHING! .. Jesus..”

Robin looked over at you slowly, annoyed at the sight in front of her. You stared with wide eyes at the boy in front of you, following every order your brother gave him and using his entire body to try to push the boy in.

“Oh, my god,” She smiled. “You enjoying the view over there?”

You tilted your head at Steve readjusting his feet on the ladder, subtle muscles rippling through his calves and thighs. “Oddly enough? Kinda.”

“Come on! Harder! Push harder!” Dustin shouted.

“I am!!” Steve grunted.

“You’re playing with my legs!”

“I’m not playing! I have terrible footing-“

“COME ON!”

“I’m gonna just shove you! Ready?!”

“SHOVE ME?!” Dustin screamed.

“Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy?!” An annoying voice shouted from behind you.

You and Robin turned around, a smile creeping on both of your faces as you watched the small girl continuously ring the bell on the counter.

“Get over here and serve me some samples!”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” You looked at your best friend.

“Hey, kid!” Robin shouted. “How would you like a chance to earn free ice cream?”

———

“Erica, do you copy?” You’d all taken your positions on the top of the roof looking down at the Russian’s secret door.

“Mm-hmm. I copy,” The walkie in Robin’s hand responded. “You nerds in position or what?”

“Yeah, we’re in position,” You responded. “It’s all quiet here, so you’ve got the green light.”

“Green light, roger that. Commence Operation Child Endangerment.”

“Can we maybe not call it that?” You felt Steve lean up against you, scoffing at the girl’s words.

“See you on the other side, nerds.”

“This is such a bad idea,” Dustin muttered.

“What?” You and Steve both blinked, wondering if the duo had caught you earlier.

“… Bringing a child into our schemes,” He said slowly.

“You are a child, dingus,” Robin frowned. “But yeah, not the best plan we’ve had.”

“Hey! It was my plan,” You laughed.

“Explains why it’s such a bad one,” Steve teased, leaning further into you. “Then again, some bad ideas only seem bad until you do them. Then they turn out to be really good ideas. Like, really good ideas.”

You smiled softly up at him, feeling those same molten hot butterflies that have haunted your chest for the past few month. You’d barely been allowed to let the words register before your brother snorted.

“How profound, Steve,” Dustin muttered sarcastically before handing you his binoculars. “Truly beautiful. Have you ever looked into writing poems? You’d really give Edgar Allen Poe a run for his money.”

You let out a genuine chuckle before handing off the walkie and looking at the door.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve let out a scoff. “You have one toothless kiss and all of the sudden you’re a dick? Not cool, man.”

The boys continued with their annoyed conversation, only interrupted by the occasionally check in on Project Child Endangerment.

“All I’m saying is that you need to get your ego in check,” Steve continued.

“Oh, my ego needs to be checked?” Dustin snorted before the walkie went off.

“I’m in.”

———

“Hand me the box cutter,” Steve held out his hand before you gently placed it in his hand. He whipped out the knife before skillfully sliding it down the taped entrances of the cart board box, only to reveal a metal container within it.

He looked up briefly before he turned the notch at the top and lifted the lid. Four other knobs decorated the top of the box, smoke leaking out of the circular cracks.

“That’s definitely not Chinese food,” Steve muttered, setting down the titanium lid. “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.”

“No,” You and Dustin both shook your heads.

“Just step back, okay?” Steve gently pushed at Dustin’s chest.

“No,” He protested. You simply stood your ground.

“Step back, Henderson. Seriously,” He looked up at both of you.

“No! No!” Dustin shouted. “If you die, I die.”

He stared blankly at the boy before looking up at you. “What’s your excuse?”

“What? You think you’re the only one around here who wants to be an American hero?” You smirked, earning a chuckle. You pressed into him, moving him aside as you twisted the knob and pulled it out of the metal box yourself. Compressed air wheezed out as you pulled out a container filled with neon green liquid.

He knew he shouldn’t be shocked at your bravery at this point, already having seen you put your own life in danger without so much as a second thought various times, but he couldn’t help but look at you in awe as you examined the liquid.

This was same the girl who only closed her eyes, preparing for death as a Demogorgon hovered above her.

The same girl who wandered out of the bus to lure in the Demo-Dogs, and later fight them off alongside Steve.

The same one that led the group straight into the heart of those monsters’ layer in hopes of sparing the lives of the town, not even hesitating to lift all of the kids out of the dangerous tunnels before you even thought about getting out yourself.

“What the hell is this?” You whispered, deep in thought.

Both of your thoughts were interrupted by the floor under you rumbling.

“Was that just me, or did the room move?” Dustin looked up.

“Booby traps..” Erica whispered.

The ground shook once more, erupting through the silence with a mechanical whirring.

“You know what? Let’s just grab that and go,” Robin took the container from your hands. Dustin ran over to the same buttons Erica had used to open the door.

“Which one do I press, Erica?” He called anxiously.

“Just press the damn button, nerd.”

“Which one? I’m pressing the button, okay? I-“

“Press ‘Open Door’!”

“I’m pressing ‘Open Door’!”

“Just open the- Press the other button!” Steve shouted, pushing him out of the way.

“Wait! Wait! I don’t think-“ You began. “Stop! It’s gotta be like a password or something!”

“Out of the way so she can push the button!” Robin tried to speak over the shouting. All five of you began shouting, offering suggestions and trying to make your way to the buttons before the door clanged firmly shut.

You all froze before the lights went out and the room began moving violently, sending your stomachs into your throats with a familiar falling sensation. Screams erupted through all of you before you felt Steve wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into him, stabilizing you both with his other arm.

“Look!” You shouted, pointing at the top of the room. He followed your gaze to see that the open space revealed that the falling feeling you’d all felt wasn’t feigned, the room was in fact moving downwards.

“Oh, shit.”

Chapter 5 ->

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spidey-bie · 7 months

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Another thing about Comic!Hobie, he's only ever been outside of his universe when he's fighting something and then immediately leaves. This bitch would have no idea at all what a cellphone is, and I'm just realizing the fucking complications of that in a modern world. How the fuck do people in the 70s meet? "Damn, bruh, that's shit, wanna go to the park at the light of the waning sun and smoke a jiffy?" or some shit. I had a scene where they meet for the first time via Moxie running full fucking force behind him to give him their number so that they can talk schedules and details for painting time, and then realized Hobie would fully bluescreen at getting seemingly some random cryptic ass code from this really cool person and prolly not knowing how to respond. Do you look stupid infront of cool person? (Because gwen stacy is his idol because of how she lived) Do you go deadpan and just straight say "I ain't got that"? The culture differences are actually harder then I realized for people in different time periods, with different regions, with different historical events.

Oh my fucking god, someone having to fucking teach him and I know in my goddamn heart he's gonna hear about surveillance and immediately go "The media is already tryina kill my ass, nuh-uh, you take this bullshit back. I want none of it" I'm realizing how big letters are as a form of communication without shit like social media or texting. It's never really sunk in this much. Hobie brown angrily writing a fucking letter to someone is now living in my head rent free.

I love how I forgot all about letters and immediately went to beepers. Ansi and Hobie have two-way pagers that Ansi hacked to work across dimensions in case of emergencies (or frankly for whenever he's bored and wants Hobie to come by)

Nobody writes about technologically challenged Hobie (because of him making watches in the movie or whatever 🙄) but I'm holding onto the headcanon that the Riri Williams of his universe made the watches and he was just stealing parts.

Honestly him being able to put together multiple multi dimensional watches but not knowing how to make a phone call sounds hilarious.

Hobie I'm with the boomers on this new tech business Brown now lives rent free in my head.

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dumbgothbunny · 2 years

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And so the Lion fell in love with the Lamb

(HAH CHEESY ASS TWILIGHT QUOTE BOOM)

Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x reader

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Your eyes are as round as saucers, a look of pure awe plastered across your usually stoic face. Your classmates are all gabbing on about the exhibits, but your eyes are dead locked onto one of the many Taweret plushies tucked on a shelf against the back wall of the gift shop. The States never had cute shit like this unless you went to a zoo. You’re thankful that you’re wearing boots with platforms because you spot an extra CHONK of a Taweret nestled on the top shelf. It’s a stretch but you think might be able to reach it. Your black-painted lips purse, arm outstretched. You’ve almost got it… almost-

Steven hadn’t expected a busy day for work, but that had all been shattered the moment Donna dropped a bomb on him that an American College was going to be visiting while on their class trip. Luckily you lot weren’t rowdy in the slightest. He turns after finishing a delightful conversation with your teacher, only for his eyes to instantly fall on you. Your knee high boots- fishnets- black skirt and tshirt. His mouth went instantly dry. It was almost as if Steven’s brain was short circuiting for moment. Your body was stretched as far as it could go, your Black painted nails outstretched in a desperate attempt to reach one of the super stuffed Taweret plushies. Steven quickly walks over to you, his hands behind his back, nervously pulling and twitching at each other.

“ ‘scuse me, miss? May I?”

You turn to look at him, bright eyes locking with his.

Oh….. his accent….

Your heart leaps into your throat and you turn to him.

Stevens eyes settle on your face. You’re beautiful- the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, if he dare says. He’s completely vexed by you- your dark make up that makes your eyes pop, the velvety black of your lips that remind him of the night sky.

His been staring at your lips this whole time.

Bollocks.

There’s a very obviously blush on your cheeks, you can actually feel it stinging against your skin and you have to force yourself not to break out in a nervous giggle. Okay- so the whole British accent thin is just really attractive to you, but this man- he himself radiates attractiveness. He seems kind- shy- soft spoken, and where usually that wouldn’t do anything for you- it’s something about him that just feels… good?

“Y-yeah”

Your voice is a soft whisper at first but you correct yourself instantly.

“Yes, actually uh- I would really love some help. I um-“

You blush even darker and Steven can’t help but find it absolutely delightful.

“I want that really over stuffed Taweret… I’m just short. Even with these”

You kick out your leg a bit to emphasize your point, giving him an up close view of your supple skin, wrapped perfectly in black, thin roped material. He really hopes his gulp isn’t audible.

It is, and it cause a white-hot adrenalin to course through your veins. He shoots you a grin, and you notice the little almost-gap between his teeth. That, matched with his kind eyes and cute nose… and that messy hair-

“No worries, I’ll get it down for ya in a jiffy yeah?”

He steps in front of you, barley having to stretch at all- but when his does….

Oh. My. God.

His ass is perfect. You curse yourself for eyefucking a total stranger. This was your first day in London and already you were fawning over a British man. It was hard to explain, but it felt more than just the usual shy charm you’ve felt speaking with anyone else.

“Ah- there we go!”

He turns to you, a wide, toothy grin stretching across his freshly saved face.

“I present to you, Taweret, the Goddess of Childbirth and Fertility. She’s a good one.”

He winks at you. You almost die on the spot.

“Thank you… I- um Im (Y/N) by the way and you’re Steven,,? Ah! your name badge.”

You point to your chest, as if you yourself are wearing a name tag. He leans in, a playful glint in his eye.

“Yeah… with a V. None of that PH shite”

You actually try to stop yourself from bursting into laughter by clamping your mouth shut, but fail miserably.

“How long will you be gracin’ London with your presence?”

Your shyness has slowly transform into a warmth that envelopes your entire emotional being. It’s an odd sensation.

“I’ll be here for two weeks with my school but I’m not sure if I’m going home with everyone else. It’s our summer trip, I saved up enough to stay longer. Why go back when I can spend the entire summer somewhere new… besides..”

you hold the overstuffed hippo close to your chest. “I haven’t gotten to really see everything the measuem has to offer..”

Steven guides you to the check out counter. He scans the gift shop to make sure everything is still in order (which it is) before returning his attention to you.

“You like Egyptian Mythology then, yeah?”

“Always have. Since I was a child I’ve always been really interested in the history and ancient customs- it’s fascinating. Like they really just take a hook and-“

“Rip everything’ out the ol’ nozzle”

Your laugh gives Steven butterflies in his stomach. It’s silent again for a moment. He takes the soft plushie, ringing it up. He doesn’t bother putting it in a bag, he knows you’ll want to hold onto it. You hand him your Visa card, fingers brushing across each other slightly. This entire time all you’d been able to see was him, and all he could see was you. He didn’t want you to leave.

“U-Um”

The two of you start at the same time. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you look up at him. You don’t want go back to your hotel. You want to stay with him. He looks as if he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. You thank him again, clutching your Taweret close and turning to walk towards your classmates. You feel deflated, as if you’d just come down from a high like no other.

Your body jolts when you feel a large, warm hand on your shoulder.

“Wait.”

When you turn its Steven. His brow is furrowed a bit, his posture completely different than moments ago.

“Estoy enamorada”

You blink, suddenly cursing yourself for not paying attention in High School Spanish. What little you did learn you can’t remember.

“I dont understand…?”

He grins, handing you a piece of ripped receipt paper.

“Dinner, mi Amore.”

His number is scrawled across it. Your cheeks burn once more, something He seems to notice. You take out your phone, trying to calm the shaking of your fingers as you input the number. Y

“Cute British accent and you know Spanish? That’s the language of love I hear”

Your little quip earns a hearty chuckle from him. The noise makes your insides twist delightfully. Your classmates have already left you behind, no doubt walking to your hotel just across the street.

“I have to go but my evenings and nights are free. I’ll text you. Thank you for all your help”

He watches as you run to catch up with your peers, licking his lips. Jake knows he won’t be in control long- but he wasn’t gonna let Steven miss this chance. You were hot, your body language had been obvious to him, and he swears if he doesn’t get to see that black lipstick wrapped around his—-

You send him a text with your name, to which he replies with a time and address. You’re unfamiliar with where everything is, thank god for Uber. Your closer classmates playfully tease you about “The Gift Shop Man” in the elevator.

“Go get you some British dick girl, you know I’m right there with ya.”

“Oh shut the fuck up!”

You both laugh, chatting about Steven the entire way to your room. Once inside you kick off your giant boots and peel your fishnets off, tossing them on a chair. With Taweret tightly tucked under your nose and chin you fall onto your back, body bouncing against the mattress. With eyes closed you take a deep inhale. Much to your delight it smells like him.

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cutekittenlady · 3 months

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Tumblr Plays Pokemon White 2 - Part 5

I just need one.

Just to steady my nerves.

JUST. ONE.

GLUG

Ohhhh thats the good stuff.

Okay Polly. You can do this. Just walk out on that soundstage. And, i dunno, act?

Dear lord this is like third grade talen show all over again. Only this time I don't have Hugh to dig the hole.

......

The filming... actually turned out okay? It was pretty standard fare hero schlock but ah well.

And hey, i actually have a fan!

Hmmm this is going straight into my veins.

Dont tell my mom.

Your lucky I've had my lemonade hit today old man.

Welp. Guess I'm a move star now.

hehe.

Oh shoot it's dark. Uhhh is Pop Roxie still running his boat? I did say I was gonna do all the gym matches so I kinda gotta go to Castelia right? Hnngh maybe I'll come back to do more films later?

At least after getting a set of wings or something to get here and back again in a jiffy.

I wind up running to the pier in the rain.

Okay Hugh I'm here, sorry I took so long. See there was this bald guy with a really unfotunate name and-

Whaaaats going on here?

What like.... like the terrorist group? I mean lets not jump the gun here Roxie. I mean just cause theyre dressed kinda funny doesn't mean we can just jump to conclusion. Besides even if they WERE Team Plasma they wouldn't just admit to it. Nobodys that-

... Wow okay so... you guys are like... actually that dumb then?

Look I- No I get you wanna make some big dramatic speech but I- Stop cutting me off you RUDE LITTLE-

Hugh, baby, do NOT cut the Polly off when shes speaking! You know what happened in third grade.

Anyway Hugh goes off on this whole hate filled speech about how much these guys suck. And I expected some kinda edgy response but instead.

Home slice. You were chased... by Lillipup? Dude I hit a Lillipup with a bike when I was, like, five and it was flattened like a pancake. Sure, I got banned from riding for, like, ten years but my point is that anyone who runs from a Lillipup, a Lillipup right?, has no right joining a terrorist organization.

God its the third grade all over again.

Hope you have a shovel Hugh.

Oh sweetie.

We're gonna bury you.

Plasma Grunt sent out a Patrat against Bentley and you can just tell that Bentley has a chip on his shoulder over the Gym battle because hes raring to go. Patrat starts with bide after Bentley wraps him up, after that I had Bentley use growth while Patrat stored energy. Next round Patrat releases the energy and Bentley hit him with vine whip. That combined with wrap gets the little rat int he red. Patrat manages to forestall hi defeat with detect but one return later and its over.

After defeating the Patrat Bentley learns Leaf Tornado.

The Plasma grunt and his buddies have enough sense to run off before we can really get going and run for their lives.

Its okay Hugh you didn't have a shovel anyway.

Uh... Pretty sure thats a YOU job? Your the gym leader here.

However Roxie gives me the HM for Cut before running off.

Well Hugh guess we have a free HM now soooooo

Deep inhale through nose

Yeah okay.

Your lucky were friends Hugh.

The things I do for friendship.

Thats what I DOING! GAWD

Look its not like we're even going to find them! If they're really in a terrorist cell theres no way they're just going to be standing out in the open like a jackass saying "Come and get me Polly"

.... Bentley.

Go loose buddy.

Hey look its a purrloin.

And now its dead.

Just like old times. Old times being, like, the day before yesterday. Or whatever.

Aaaand the Plasma grunt runs away.

Hugh get her!

I... you... She ran RIGHT PAST YOU!

YOU HAVE A PIG WHO BREATHES FIRE!

wHaT... i DONt.... THIS IF YOUR VENDETTA!

oh please do tell

Okay she said they have a boat. Castelia City has a port. Hmm Okay.

I... we were JUST there Hugh! We'd have been better off just waiting in Virbank for them to come back and then jumping out at them from behind a trash can! Or dragging them into an alley to get info or something!

Arceus Dammit Hugh! This is YOUR revenge quest! I'm just tagging along cause Prof. Juniper asked me to complete... the... pokedex....

You know what Hugh, you uh, you go on ahead. I have some stuff I gotta... take... care of....

Shit shit shit how many pokemon do I have to catch?!

Ran into a shaking bush and caught an audino on the way to the pokemon center. Shove THAT into the PC for now, what else....

Route 19... Route 19 gotta start with route 19. Habitat mode dont fail me now!

GOT IT!

YOU. IN BALL. NOW

DANGIT YOU ARE NOT GETTING IN THE BALL

ARIES GT OUT THERE AND PARALYZE THAT CRETIN!

YES

IN BALL

CAUGHT

MOVING ON

DAMMIT OF COURSE THE FIRST PURRLOIN I FIND HAS LIMBER

AAAAAAAHHHHH

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beargraphs · 10 months

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Heathers the Musical | Sentence Starters contains. sex-references, insults, suicide-refs, alcohol & drug ref.

"I believe I'm a good person."

"What did you say to me, skank?"

"Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail"

"She/He is a mythic bitch"

"For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure"

"Why now are you pulling on my dick?"

"You just gotta prove, you're not a pussy anymore!"

"You're not a lame ass anymore!"

"Hey, mister no-name kid...so who might you be?

"It's fine if you don't agree...but I would fight for you, If you would fight for me."

"When everything numbs, who needs cocaine?"

"Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?"

"Freeze your brain, shatter your skull, fight pain with more pain."

"Let's rub each other's backs, while watching porn on Cinemax!"

"So, it's salt, and then lime, and then shot?"

"Fill that joint and roll it tight, ain't nobody home tonight!"

"I think that's what they call "Third base"."

"Showing up here took some guts, time to rip them out."

"People wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal."

"There's no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?

"I need it hard, I'm a dead girl walkin'!"

"I'm hot and pissed and on the pill."

You say you're numb inside, but I can't agree."

"Slap me! Pull my hair! Touch me there and there and there!"

"What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?"

"No one sees the me inside of me..."

"I am more than just a source of handjobs."

"Once, you were geeky and nerd, now you’re flirty, freaky, and dirty."

"I bit my tongue so long, I learned to count to ten."

"Move bitch, this my song!"

"Our love is God."

"I worship you, I'd trade my life for yours."

"Oh, well, I was hoping you could rip my clothes off me, sport."

"What the fuck have you done?!"

"I've been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines. And it's time we opened our eyes!"

"We're "damaged". Really "damaged". But that does not make us "wise"."

"Don't stop looking in my eyes."

"The revolution came and went, tried to change the world, barely made a dent."

"So [NAME]! I'm ending our affair, and I faked it, every single time!"

"We'll sink any minute, so someone must go."

"There's nowhere to hide."

"You don't deserve to live!"

"Here have a sedative!"

"Now we're all grown up and we know better..."

"But I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end."

"You don't know what my world looks like!"

"Knock! Knock! Sorry for coming in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know!"

"We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors, bring marshmallows, we'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!"

"You left me and I fell apart. I punched the wall and cried.."

"Please don't leave me alone. You were all I could trust. I can't do this alone."

"This little thing? I'd hardly call this a bomb."

"I wish we'd met before, they convinced you life is war!

"I am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair."

"Hope you'll miss me, wish you'd kiss me."

"You look like hell."

"I just got back."

"Are there any happy endings?"

"If no one loves me now, someday somebody will."

"We'll make it beautiful."

#rpc meme #rp meme #sentence starters #heathers the musical #had to couldnt help myself owo #(memes)#ask meme #indie rp #rpc

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mute-call · 5 months

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{CONT. || @fazbear-security}

Steve exhales heavily in relief, sitting back on his heels to give the poor guy some space.

"Uh... I think you had a run-in with the band."

Steven had known something like this would happen. He had tried to be helpful in the training tapes, but after what had happened to Fitzgerald at the last location... he just hadn't been able to turn his back on the new hire and hope everything worked out for the best.

Thank god he had listened to his conscience.

"Oh! It's just me." Wait, had he ever actually introduced himself in those phonecalls? "Steven Bell? The last guard? ...uh, the guy on all those pre-recorded messages...?"

That's probably not important right now.

"Just sit tight, I have a first-aid kit here. I'll have you fixed up in a jiffy! I just need to--I'm going to put my hands here to see if I can... stop some of the bleeding."

The new guard looks like he needs a hospital more than a few bandages, but Steven hasn't had a chance to call for help yet; it had seemed more important to at least try to stabilize this man first.

"You're okay. You'll be okay. Do you remember anything at all?"

#//hi! :D ! so pumped for this!#(a.u where ph.oney makes it out of his last week it seems!)#fazbearsecurity #fazbear-security #fazbearsecurity 1 #v; main #rp #mutecall

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meldyfrogs · 1 year

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Gin rummy x Sweet Black girl reader!

So. This is my first time EVER writing on tumblr. I’m excited!

I haven’t seen ANY tumblr’s of Gin Rummy and I LOVE him. Idk why. But this may be bad. But tell me some things and I promise I’ll get better!

TW: Gunshot, guns, foul language, mention of death, gunshot wound, and children being traumatized.

Not smut, but definitely not fluff.

Gin rummy, your boyfriend. One of the best boyfriends you could ask for, he acts all hard in front of people but he is such a softie for you and only you. Whenever your in his presence he melts, and he’s a lot nicer. He listens to you, like a dog.

"Mornin’ Rummy. You woke up a bit late so I’m cooking breakfast today. Anything specific you want?" You asked him will putting the bacon in the oven.

"Mmm.. Pancakes." He said in his groggy voice that gave you butterflies. "Uh-uh. No pancakes, you always put way too much Suva’ and you end up all over the place. How about sausage instead?"

"Mm." Was all he said as he sunk back into your neck and taking in your sweet natural smell.

Knock! Knock!

"You get that Rummy?" He nodded his head and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up before opening the door.

"Oh snap! Ed Wuncler the third." Ed? The hell is he doing here?

"My man, Gin Rummy. What’s good baby?"

"It’s all good man, just about to eat breakfast. Come on in."

"I know dat smell from a mile of damn way! Y/n yo ass in here!?" Sometimes Ed annoyed you but most of the time he was cool.

"What’s good Ed." You sapped him up. "Kids..? Since when did you have children?" You asked tilting your head to look at a boy with an Afro and another boy with cornrows."

"Man do I look like I got kids!? These little motherfuckers need some help finding a killer or sum shit." You nodded your head as Ed walked away to talk to Rummy. You decided to talk to them.

"Hey boys, what’s your names?" You got down to their level and gave them a small smile.

"Huey."

"Riley, AKA young reezy."

"Nice to meet you Huey, and young Reezy. Would you boy like some breakfast? It’s Eggs, Bacon, and sausage. And if not theirs English muffins and some peach jelly."

The boys shook their head no at the same. You were so nice to them and your smile was so bright and filled with nothing but care just from seeing two boys you didn’t even know.

You set up plates for Ed and Rummy as the boys and Ed were talking.

"Look, we have exactly 4 hours and 45 minutes to find the X-Bic killer. Can you help us do it?" You heard Huey say as you sit a plate of food down in front of Ed.

"I’ll be dead on his ass Like Spenser: For rucking Hire. I’ll hunt him down and feed him his own testicles, and, I’ll do it in a jiffy. And I don’t care if his momma there his grandmama, innocent bystanders, Lilly kids, babysitters, bill collectors, whatever. I’ll leave his whole block filled with hot brass if I have to. And you know why? Because I just don’t t give a fuck!"

You sighed and looked at him "Try not to get so upset. Eat your food so you don’t go out on an empty stomach, ok?" You have another one of those sweet passion filled smiles to him that made his stomach do front lips and somersaults.

"Yeah- I’m just- sorry." You smiled and gave an apologetic look to the boys. So decent for someone like him.

In the car.

You sat in between Huey and Riley while you watched Rummy load his gun.

"So y’all was in Iraq together?" Riley asked rummy.

"Yeah, we was in Iraq." Rummy said back.

"What did y’all do?"

"We was looking for weapons of mass destruction."

"…Did you ever find ‘em?"

"You know god damn well we ain’t find ‘em!" He yelled at Riley. You need to keep him in check.

"Rummy, chill. He’s a kid ok. Remember what we talked about. Kids ask questions."

He sighed and shut his mouth. "I was looking for butches but they had carpet shut all over ‘em, and I couldn’t see what they looked like. All that was really exposed was their eyes and that wasn’t enough for me. Cuz you know, I’m looking at they eyes and they eyes be pretty and I take their carpet off and then I get a whole tragedy." Ed said.

And then rummy spoke again. "Well no, we didn’t fine ‘em but I always say "The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence."

"What?" Huey said.

You sighed and tried explaining yourself. "What he means is, simply because you don’t have evidence that something does exist doesnt mean you have evidence something doesn’t exist."

"What?" Riley said

"What country you from?" Rummy spoke.

“What?" Riley said the same thing, again.

"What ain’t no country I heard of, they speak English in what?"

"What?"

"English motherfucker do you speak it!?" Rummy screamed in the kids face.

"Yeah.."

"So do you understand the words I’m saying to you!?"

"Y-yeah."

"Rummy please, you’re scaring him." You chimed in ad you put your hand on Riley’s shoulder.

"You ok Riley?” You said to him and he just looked at you.

"… What?"

You sighed.

At the store.

"Aye! Slow your role G! You guys have to pay first!" The cashier said as you looked in your purse for your wallet.

“Damn! Chill out Aladdin Hussein! You know I’m good for it!"

Rummy put his hand your arm to stop you from getting your wallet out of your purse. You looked up at him, confused. He might pay for it.

….

"Look! He got a weapon!" Ed yelled when he saw the cop.

"Hold on! Wait a minute put the gun down!" You saw Rummy play along.

You stepped back from them and up to the children standing in front of them. You obviously weren’t their mother but it was instinct.

After yelling from across the room you heard Huey from behind you. "There is no weapon! They’re robbing the store!" You did t say anything, you didn’t want rummy to go to prison but you also did t wanna get in trouble so you did t say anything.

You watched them all scream at each other as you made sure those kids stayed tight behind you and you closed your eyes as they all argued.

Untill you heard gunshots. You moved as quick as lightning picking up Huey and Riley and setting them behind an isle in the gas station making them stay down.

You loooked past the isle and saw rummy getting blown across the counter and Ed running around. "Rummy! Both of you stay here!" You ran out from the isle to get to your boyfridnyou were so close.

You fell on your stomach. "… God, it’s so warm, like… water on my stomach. It’s so warm… and gooey… and red… and red. It’s fucking red. I just got fucking shot!

Soon the warmth stopped as you held your stomach while screaming in pain.

“Shit shit shit! Cmon- we gotta- we gotta call the ambulance!" You heard rummy yell to ed as you layed on the floor untill feeling him scoop you up and bring you behind a counter.

"Man is you crazy!? We cal the ambulance we gon’ be in trouble too!" Ed yelled back to him.

"You’ll- you’ll be fine- God- fuck! He put his hand on your stomach and pressed on it as you breathed heavily. Everything went black.

You woke up in the hospital to hear light snoring on your lap and you saw rummy, Huey, and Riley all asleep on your hospital bed. Ed was on the couch.

You ran your hands on Rummy’s hair. And he slowly woke up. “You’re awake.” He said to you. “I can see that.” You said back smiling. “How the hell are you still smiling? You just got shot baby. And you’re smiling?"he asked as he held your hand. "Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m happy about what happened. I’m just happy we all got out alive and no one died.” He sighed and put his head back on your lap.

“Were the boys ok?” You asked you wondere how Huey and Riley felt. Their just kids seeing all of this. “Huey was giving me a whole lecture about it like he a teacher and Riley thought you were gonna die.” He said looking at them.

“Good thing you didn’t, right?”

“Right.”

#the boondocks #gin rummy #riley freeman #huey freeman #2000s anime #black people #black anime

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hi I was wondering if you could do a flip Zimmerman x reader friends to lovers a little smutty maybe ?

A/N: sure I've lacking on the ADCU content even though that's the whole reason I started my page.

“Philip Zimmerman, you are such a liar.”

“It’s the absolute truth.”

“You met Shaq and just never told me! You are a terrible friend.”

“Hey, you don’t tell lots of things.”

“Give me one example.”

“Like umm, that one time where…”

“HA, you can’t even think of a time I hid something from you!”

“Okay, well that’s just because you’re so good at hiding it,” Flip raises his eyebrows in self-assurance.

The two of you sit on the front porch of your mother’s house while a party in the backyard rages on. Really it was just a small annual get-together that your parents throw every month with some of their friends. Flip just happened to be in the neighborhood with a six-pack of the worst beer ever created, Bud Light, when you texted him that you were bored and in desperate need of someone younger than sixty to talk to. In the span of an hour, you’d had two cans of piss water and found out the person you thought was your best friend keeps secrets from you. So it’s been a pretty average night for you so far.

“What other things are you hiding from me, Philip?” you question in a sarcastic tone.

“You remember Lisa? The blonde on the cheer team in high school?”

“No, not really but go on.” You did remember her, Flip dated her for one semester in junior year before they had an explosive breakup. Admittedly you were a little jealous of her. She basically didn’t let you talk to your BFF because “men and women can’t be friends” which isn’t even true.

“Well the reason we broke up is because I wanted to invite you to a party. She fucking flipped when I told her and told me we were over,” said Flip as he opened another can of beer for himself.

“So I was the cause of your breakup?”

“Yeah, but she was batshit insane.”

You both look up to the stars in the sky, you can see the Orion constellation from your position on the porch. A constellation nearby almost makes the shape of a heart.

“Y’know I do have one secret I’ve kept from you,” you say, a devious smile on your lips.

“Do tell.” Flip places his beer next to him, his eyes focus on you.

“Well…when I met your parents for the first time…”

“Go on,” a teasing tone escapes his lips.

“I had a big crush on your dad.” You slap your hand against your forehead in shame. You can’t even look him in the eyes. Flip lets out a roar of laughter before looking at you concerned.

“You’re joking right?”

“Yeah…totally,” you let out a weak laugh.

“Oh my god, you’re serious.”

“He’s a very nice man.”

“The whole time we’ve been friends you’ve been trying to get with my dad,” Flip says, fake tears in his eyes. A large hand covers his mouth as he sobs like there’s no tomorrow. “Our friendship sits on a throne of lies.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his antics. Footsteps approach the both of you and your mother appears with a tray of barbeque party wings, your father not far behind.

“Can you two do me the favor of eating these wings? Janice brought them over but nobody trusts her cooking since the ‘incident’,” your mother asks, handing the plate of wings to you. The bottom is hot to the touch and you almost drop it before setting it on the porch.

“Yes, ma’am I’ll eat ‘em in a jiffy,” Flip answers in an exaggerated southern accent. Your dad gives you both a manly nod before slinking back into the darkness with your mom. You hear them faintly whispering something about how clueless you are, but you’re too far away to hear the rest.

“Your dad’s weird,” Flip whispers as he stuffs his face with wings.

“Shut up.”

Time passes by in an instant and the party guests have left a hefty mess for your family to clean. Well, just you and Flip your parents opted to go to bed and leave to young people to the cleaning. Bright stars help illuminate the path from the backyard to the big trash bins sitting in front of your parent's house. Flip’s tall figure is silhouetted in the moon as he holds two large trash bags. You can vaguely see the outline of his biceps and the veins running through them.

“And Ron was talking about how Patrice keeps getting on his ass about working late which is bullshit because if we had a choice we’d be at home with our girlfriends. Are you listening?”

“Yeah, sorry I zoned out for a second. I told Patrice that being a cop’s girlfriend would be hard work, that’s why I’d never do it.”

“Never? Even if you liked the guy?” Flip stopped in front of the trash cans and threw the bags in.

“Nope, you know cop guys are never on time for anything and their dicks. Also, they could get shot anytime. A little too much baggage for me.” You head to the backyard to fold up all the chairs and tables, but trip over air but Flip catches you by the waist and sets you back on your feet.

“But hypothetically speaking, what if he was a really nice cop that promised to never be late.” You turn around and look up at him.

“Why are you trying so hard to convince me to date a cop? One of your buds ask you to set us up?”

There’s a look in his eyes, a sort of plea. They’re soft with desperation, his whole face is.

“Oh,” you respond finally getting in. He was the cop that wanted to date.

“But-” you’re cut off by Phillip kissing, his mustache tickling your upper lip. Large hands grab your hips and pull you close, you wrap your arms around his broad back to deepen the kiss. Time stops around you, nothing exists but you two. Your body feels light almost like it’s floating away but Flip holds you tight in his grasp. There’s rustling behind you but you ignore it, too absorbed in the moment to care about a possible murderer in your backyard.

“Finally,” you hear and turn around to see your mom holding a camera.

“Say cheese.”

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