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captain039 · 7 days

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Wasteland heat (Redone) PT 4

Cooper Howard(The Ghoul) x reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, AOB dynamics, heat, oral F receiving, smut, swearing, fallout stuff, implied cousin incest, virgin reader, drug usage, needles, plus size reader, sexual assault

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It feels like days of walking, what you tried to share in your pack with Lucy is now gone, water scarce, and food also scarce. Lucy's missing a boot and you're missing your bed. You feel so tired, your body like jelly, your legs numb and painful at the same time, like pins and needles hitting every inch of your skin. You've hit what looks like an old town maybe, you're not sure which one but as the alpha stops and your pip boy fuzzes at the small water gathering in an old broken metal thing you falter, smacking your lips together softly. You haven't told Lucy that you've been avoiding your meds, you couldn't chew them, couldn't swallow them without water, and you would always gag and cough them out.

"Hm," The man says filling his canteen and drinking from it with a loud sigh, you glance to Lucy seeing her staring at him intently, or maybe the water he's drinking. She falls to her knees and you go to stop her but she cups her hands and drinks from the radiation-filled water with coughs and gags.

"Now you're getting it" The alpha hums and you make a small noise in your throat. You can't reach your backpack with your hands tied, can't reach the medication you need to stop you from having a heat. You wonder if it will still work with this type of water. You don't have much time to think because the alpha starts coughing and wheezing and before you know it Lucy has grabbed you and ran.

You don't find her sudden adrenaline burst the same as you run around the cars and to a dead end. You see the giant hole in the ground and the city beyond, it makes you stop and stare before Lucy's got rope around her waist and is tugged back. You turn to the man holding a lasso and tugging her closer, you charge at him with little force, but you manage to tumble to the ground. You can't do much with bound hands and the sudden position makes you so much warmer. He snarls at you as you struggle with fighting his free hand, his other under your knee. You manage to someone hug his hand to your chest and hold it there, hoping Lucy will hurry up and get free and grab his gun. The other wishes she didn't, the other wishes he'd reverse the roles and had you pinned down and tied up. Your mind's in a haze and your grip loosens significantly and he gets his hand free and quickly aims his gun and your sister. You feel like you're struggling to breathe, feeling like the sun got a meter closer and someone poured a bucket of sweat over you. Lucy yells your name but it sounds distant, like she isn't actually right there only a few meters away. Your whole body feels like it cramps up as you're thrown off left on the dirt. You whimper and curl your knees to your chest as you hear scurrying uneven steps and Lucy is at your side.

"I couldn't take the meds" You feel like there's sand pouring from your eyes as you see her shocked face.

"It's ok, It's ok, we can figure this out" She whispers gently lifting your top half to lean against her.

"Fuck sake, get her up and Vaultie and move!" The end of his words break off into an inhuman snarl and coughs rack his body again.

"Come on, there might be help inside" Lucy whispers.

It's a struggle to get you on your feet, an even more struggle to get you to whatever place the alpha was going to. He hits the terminal a buzzing sound coming from it before he speaks.

"Transaction" He says.

"How can I help?" A male voice answers, a little too happy for the wastelands.

"Sixty vials in exchange for two females mint condition" The alpha replies.

"Physical condition must be examined in person, send them in!" Answers the voice. You're too out of it to know what's really going on, you desperately miss your bed even if it was a hospital one, and you need pillows, blankets anything. You whine and Lucy mutters something to you before you move inside. Once in, it feels cooler, and fresher even, on your body before Lucy gasps and jolts.

"What the fudge"

"Fudge? There's no fudge here, just your friendly robot Snip-Snip mark 4" You frown looking at the robot in front of you.

"And you appear to be women, come through" The robot doesn't give you a chance to speak as you're led through the building and into a room.

"Have a seat on that gurney there" The robot points and Lucy helps you onto the gurney.

"Now it appears you are distressed somehow, how can I help?" he asks.

"My sister, she's in heat, she hasn't been able to take her medication, do you have any repellents?" Lucy speaks for you as you sag against her. You want to move though, want to be back outside with the alpha, you want to take his shirt off and feel his skin against yours.

"I say what a predicament, let's see here" He turns and fumbles through drawers.

"I was worried this was a sex slave place" Lucy chuckles lightly and the robot snaps around.

"What a disgusting thought! No!, I'm simply going to harvest your organs" His words make you both freeze before something is injected into your stomach.

You awake groggily and to someone shaking you, you open your eyes slowly and focus on Lucy.

"Thank goodness, you just stay here ok, I'm going to deal with this and I'll be back ok?" She smiles softly and you frown going to speak but she rushes off making you groan. You glance around the room, an old storage room by the looks of it, now with surgical supplies instead. Your memory buzzes back to what happened with the robot and you sit up slowly. You look at the other gurney next to you and sigh a bit. Your body still feels hot and heavy and a nagging keeps scratching your brain as you slowly stand up. You ignore the shots outside, ignore everything, you snatch the two foam tops from the gurneys and lay them in the cleanest corner, you find some old sheets for the gurneys in one of the cupboards and lay them down, folding one as a makeshift pillow. You don't know where your backpack is so you can't use that blanket either. With what you have, which is very little you manage to make a bed well in this case a nest as the teacher called it. She was very brief in explaining what happened if you ever had a heat, there were always medical supplies to avoid all this. You sit on the foam before falling onto your side and sighing, you struggle with your jumpsuit, pushing it off so you only have your white singlet on. The door opens and you jolt sitting up, but relaxing as you see Lucy, she has a grim look on her face, blood on her face and chest, gun in her hand.

"We need to go," She says simply, too simply too emotionless.

"Lucy?" You question and her face falters and breaks as she forces a smile.

"We can find Dad, we can go home soon" She coos and you're not sure if she's telling you or herself.

"Lucy I can't" You mumble and she freezes.

"I'm going into heat I will slow you down and attract unwanted attention, we can connect our pip boy trackers-" You gulp a bit trying to control the emotions that bubble up.

"I just need some food, water maybe, maybe if I take my meds now it won't be so bad" The truth is you don't want to go on, you're tired and need a break, and your body won't move from this spot you've claimed.

"Ok, I'll get you supplies" She whispers tears in her eyes as she walks out the door.

She gathers supplies, she gets you food and water, alcohol too, she fills up a bag for herself also before sitting with you for a little bit before she says goodbye and she's gone, you watch her move on your pip boy before you lay back with a sigh. You barricade the door on shaky legs and make sure there is no other way anyone can get in. It's a stupid idea really, staying here and waiting out your heat, who knows if you'll even join up with her again?

You're in and out of sleep, the heat becomes worse, your body sweats, slick coats between your thighs and your breathing is heavy. Caught between fevered dreams and reality till you hear footsteps. You tense up, hoping they can't get it, you made a pretty firm blockade.

"Omega?" You shudder and sag at the sound of the alpha you were travelling with, well forced to travel with. He'd been cruel though, more than once and you feel tears in your eyes like sand again.

"Your sister left you?" He asks and he sounds pissed and you scoff quietly.

"I made her leave" You call out trying not to sound like you're crying or showing any emotion. You haven't spoken much with the stranger, hell you don't know if he even has a name besides what the knight called him 'ghoul'.

"I'll slow her down, she can find Dad and come back and we'll go home" A small sob leaves your lips, for some reason it isn't the truth. You hear him hum outside the door before he shuffles a bit before he lets out a big sigh. "I'd invite you to the party" He takes a sharp a breath before sighing.

"Don't think that's your forte though darlin" he finishes and you're frowning, what party? There's no cake, no people out there as far as you know.

"Don't overthink it" He chuckles and you feel yourself grow warmer that he knew you were. It's quiet for some time and you feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, you've thrown your vault suit on the other side of the room and ate whatever dried fruit Lucy had found.

"You awake in there omega?" You hear quietly.

"It's dark out now, best be getting some sleep" He mutters, almost too soft for you to hear.

"Why're you being nice?" You ask before you can think and you hear him chuckle. He doesn't answer though and it makes you frown harder before you give up on anticipation and fall asleep once more.

Next part ->

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smutracha · 10 months

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Volume XII

rewind <3 fast forward

Mafia!SKZ Yandere!SKZ Afab!reader Poly!SKZ

tw: violence, blood, guns, knives, nicotine, drugging, alcohol, ptsd, sexual harrasment, mentions of self harm, depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, depictions of death and gore

smut warnings: oral(f), degradation, praise, God kink, fluffy, soft passionate sex

Wednesday – Hyunjin

Throughout your days with the boys you experienced so much, the laughter and fooling around, the movies and cuddling, even training with them. But with Hyunjin blossomed a precious connection. He sat quietly in your midst, painting as you read. He shared his favourite verses with you and braided daisies in your hair. He dressed you in sundresses and lace. He bathed you in candlelight and kisses. He treated you like a butterfly, like his own garden. Something to be nurtured and loved. Something he admired so purely.

You sat outside in your garden with a book in your hand. Reading poetry in the gentle hold of nature. “Here you are. You know better than to run off before I can even finish getting you dressed, little muse.” He sighed and sat behind you to start on your hair. “I have today all planned out, wanna make it special.” “Yeah? What’s the plan?” “Can’t tell you, that’ll just spoil the fun. Now, what kinda hair do you want today?” “A crown, please” “Your wish is my command little muse. What are we reading today?” “Poetry” he peaked over your shoulder while his hands worked expertly, weaving and plaiting your hair.

“Wanna hear my favourite?” “Sure, little muse.”

“How long will I love you?

Will love you until the mother nature nurture

Till the time, when pretty flowers stop blooming

And when each single leaf begins, deserting the trees

Will love you until the storms get over torture

How long will I love you?-“

He cuts you off, filling in the words as his hands settle the finishing touches of your hair.

“Will love you until the stars stop twinkling

And the moon stop kissing the dusky night

Until the planets, in the universe keep stirring

Will love you, till the sun shining dawn blinking

How long will I love you?”

He stands and rounds you so that his eyes can meet yours, his hand outstretched, an invitation to allow him to grant your every wish. Hyunjin knew that he could only surrender himself to you, you’d enchanted him. You were his muse, his blessing.

And where he left off you picked up, dropping the book to where you had previously sat. you were enraptured in his eyes. You were his as wholly as he was yours. There was no escaping him.

“Will love you, until fire on the wood retain burning

And the blue shores, stop showing the giant waves

when high tide is witnessed, moon craving for earth

Will love you, until milky galaxy way keeps churning

How long will I love you?”

You hadn’t even noticed as he was leading you through the halls of your home. His hand on your back made it so that he was the only thing in your mind.

“Will love you as long as fluffy clouds float

And rain showers longing for weighty flood

I will love you until ship sail along small boat

To the love paradise where lies no royal blood!

How long will I love you?”

The scenery of the house was new, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. In that moment all you knew was him, your Hyunjin.

“Will love you, till the friend has fall over deeds

When the plants, stop reproducing joy seeds

I will love you until the heart of earth lives

Till the last breath, longer than snow fall gives

How long will I love you?”

He brought you to a stop before a grand door. It was impossibly breath taking and it made no sense that a door could appear so regal and untouchable. It only meant that was behind it was so much more.

“I will love you, until icy glacier on poles, melt maturity

Till the river, flows the water of holiness, throws futurity

When the days are left, in charity with no good seasons,

And life has bid us in purity, to rest us with great reasons

How long will I love you?”

The room opened up and your brought to the middle. Your eyes blown wide as you took in the canvases, the paints, the plants, the wide fairytale windows. The beautiful balcony that opened up to overlook the garden. You were inside of him. This was all him. His soul, his heart, his being. He came to meet your eyes, such fondness present as he stared into our soul. But this time it was him who completed the verse he had left off. His gentle touch on your cheek as he came impossibly close to you, lips a mere centimetre away.

“Will love you till beloved hearts greet our name

Till the melody of life stop tuning the musical bliss

And when the ecstasy breathes the songs of waterfall

Will love you until blessed souls meet our fame”

And his kiss felt like a rain shower in spring, it felt like flowers floating on the breeze, it felt like the world stopped, and only the two of you existed in his castle.

“let me love you, muse. Let me adorn you in every fine fabric, in all the jewels of the world. Let me give you myself. Let me have you too.” “of course, of course. You can have me; you can have every part of me. I am yours.”

He spun you around in his arms, giggles filling the air between you before he sat you gentle on a bed you hadn’t even noticed. “Okay, pixie, I wanna paint you. Is that ok?” “Yes, anything for you.” “God, I love you. Now come on, lay back for me.”

And with his sweet and gentle touch he guided you into your current state. You laid resting on cream-coloured silken sheets. The same decadent fabric twisted around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the bed. His easel brought so that he could paint you at the perfect angle. “I love you, my muse. I’ll take such good care of you.” He trailed a finger lightly down the valley of your breasts, down to your navel, even further until he was tapping ever so softly at your now slick clit. A whimper drawing from your chest as his tongue played with the sweet spot on your neck. And when he bit, it was a striking contradiction of the gentle love he had been showing so far. He was satisfied with the gasp he heard at the bite. He made sure to leave it blue and swollen before he rose again.

“Right and now for our finishing touch.” And the same silk he had you held in was brought to your eyes and you could see nothing. You felt his breath fan across your neck, curving your spine unconsciously. He chuckled and you heard the soft padding of his feet as he retreated. “So pretty. You’re so beautiful, all put on display. Aphrodite must be jealous of you, baby.”

The complement hit you in a way you could never have anticipated. It was so hazing to hear such sinful words. The idea that he could ever think you so outrageously beautiful that Aphrodite herself paled in comparison had you shivering in eroticism.

The soft tinkering of brushes against glass filled your senses. The sounds of painting seemed to last forever before you heard the gentle thump of a palette being put down. “Now for some colour.” His voice was nearer now.

You jumped as his lips encountered your ribcage, you could feel him settle on the bed, hands on your sides as his lips left feather-like kisses on your stomach and beneath your breasts. He started licking gently as his mouth worked its way higher. And a hiss sounded as his teeth bit strongly into your nipple. Without any warning his fingers were at your entrance. Circling gently while he continued to bite and suck across both breasts.

“You must really love this, you’re gonna ruin these sheets if you keep dripping like this.” “Feels so good, need more.” “Not yet angel.”

And then he was gone again, having left bruises across your stomach and breasts. He was pleased with his work, the way your body looked, even on canvas. You were just so perfect, his own personal goddess. And so, he went back to painting. “You were so kind to share your poetry with me my angel, so let me return the favour.” You listened intently as his words riled you up more than any poem should ever be able to. Be he was so sensual, so devout, so gone for you and his words only proved to you that he was now yours. Just as you were his.

“I surrender to you

I surrender to your eyes

I surrender to your arms

I surrender to the passion

That beats inside my heart

I surrender to the longing

That burns inside my soul

I surrender to the will of our souls

Intertwined forevermore

Our love is an endless dream

One day it will shine like sunbeam

Your love dwells in my heart deep

You’re everything I need

You’re my shining star

Come love, let’s walk hand in hand

For life without you, I can’t stand”

And with those words you came, mewling and whimpering at his soft praises. He adored the way he could control your body so passively.

It had felt like ages without his touch and then he was done. “There we go, now let’s get my next reference ready.” “Wait no, Hyune, don’t leave me.” “Little muse, I wasn’t going anywhere. You’re my reference. Sweet silly little goddess.”

His hands met your skin again, trailing over your frame as his lips came to find yours. You could feel every inch of his bare chest. The blindfold quickly becoming your worst enemy as it stole the sight of your prince from you. But just as the thought pranced over your mind, your eyes were blessed with the sight of the artist above you.

His lips left yours as he found his way down to your leaking cunt. “God you look perfect.” His mouth dove right into you, like a starved man he took everything he could from you. Only letting up after pulling three orgasms from you.

He took to leaving small bruises on your thighs, claiming it was what he needed for his creative process. The sun had long dwindled down and the sky was glowing pink. He looked so beautiful in this light. Where he thought of you as his goddess, you thought of him as your god. His slender, lithe frame awash in the glory of nature. He was magnificent and even as his head bent between your things, peppering the bruises with worshipping kisses you let the words fall off your tongue. “You are my god.”

His eyes shot up to find yours, a new crazed kind of hunger shone in them. ”Say that again, my muse.” “You are my god.” A whine sounded in his throat as he melted at the sound of your sweet voice calling him that. “Will you worship your god? Would you do that for me.” “Yes, yes I would. Let me worship you in return, my God.”

He rushed to undo the ties that held you captive and brought you to your knees to kneel before him. He quickly shed his pants and underwear. His beautiful cock slapped against your cheek as it sprang free. “Open up for me. M not gonna go easy on you, I know Minho already trained this beautiful throat so now I expect you to be able to take me down that beautiful throat of yours.” You could only nod in awe of his cock. How could every single part of a human being be so beautiful?

You opened your mouth for him and immediately his hips took to an inhumane pace. He was fucking your mouth as if his life depended on it. “Listen to you choking on your God’s cock. So pathetic. Such a shame, I truly thought you were a goddess, turns out you’re just a whore. Oh fuck! M gonna cum, m gonna cum and I want you to swallow it. Oh o- fuck.” And like that he came, cum shooting down your throat and you swallowed around his cock, making him groan at the overstimulation. He pulled out of your mouth and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Oh, my muse, thank you. Thank you. Just give me a sec, gotta catch my breath.” After a few minutes in each other’s arms, he stood up and came back holding a camera. He adjusted your body so that your legs were spread artfully over the bed and your pussy was exposed before he snapped a photo. Telling you it was for his next painting as he grabbed his shirt from the floor, using it to wipe your now spent body down. He lifted you in his hold and carried you from the room. He insisted the two of you go hunker down with the boys for a movie night.

The next day you were handed a present from a clingy Hyunjin. “Open it. Open it please.” “Okay fine.” And there it was, a painting of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Little purple flowers scattered over her body. “It’s gorgeous, is it me?” “Yes, it is. It’s you, my muse. My goddess.” “I love you, my lord.” “Yeah? Wanna get on your knees and worship your god again, goddess?” you were so engulfed in each other you hadn’t even seen Changbin walk into the room, pause as he heard your words, and then leave to tell the rest of the guys about what he just witnessed.

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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Don't know that it's a *good* fic request but: Soap being freaked out by a giant spider and while others make fun of him, they're trying to hide that they're freaked out too

Thank you for this, I laughed and did not sleep for nights because I kept dreaming about this spider.

"Spider"

“I can’t believe we’re staying in a barn” Soap’s eyebrows raised, looking at the abandoned, huge, brown barn in front of him.

On a mission in Venezuela, following a drug lord, the 141 ran out of options to secure a safehouse. A barn located about 45 miles from where they were supposed to be fighting, realizing they were a little bit over their heads on this mission.

After a successful mission prior, cockiness had filled each of the members' heads. The barn, which smelled of lake water and horseshit, definitely humbled them in their new environment.

Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz had all retreated to this small barn. Tired and hungry from walking so much. Price and Ghost settled outside keeping the first watch as Soap and Gaz took rest first.

Soap had opened the doors to the barn and the smell hit him. Gaz, who had been in much more disgusting places did not mind at all, just wanted to catch some rest before it was his turn to take watch.

He couldn’t help but shake his head at Soap. He never assumed Soap to be such a prissy thing when it came to staying in this barn.

Soap was disgusted. He had not slept in 3 days, the fatigue weighing heavily on his eyelids, shoulders, and legs. He dropped the gun slung over his shoulder and began to make a makeshift bed out of the hay and dirt left inside. He ended up realizing it was not dirt, but dried up feces he was mixing together.

He gagged out loud. Now he was pissed. Rightfully pissed. Did they not have a better fucking place to take cover for the night? He threw his gloves to the end of the barn. “That’s boggin!”

He shifted over to another space of the barn where Gaz was. He flashed his light inside of the barn and began to make the hay bed again. He was fuming but he wasn’t going to say anything. Sure, there had been worse positions he was in, but right now, he could not handle a grotesque barn.

Gaz saw the opportunity he had to take. He knew Soap was pissed when his top lip curled into his mouth and he remained quiet.

“Have you ever heard about the folklore here? They hanged a mom in a barn for killing all her children.”

Soap leaned in, “I told you I don’t like your ghost stories or any keech you researched.”

Gaz smiled, “You scared Soap?” “Y’know they say that in this very barn, the woman likes to come and snatch you by the legs to drown ya in the river nearby.”

“haud yer wheesht, just don’t like messin’ with the dead you dobber.” He was tired. Tired of all the useless facts Gaz had been blabbing about the country, and its ghost stories.

He finished his set up near a thick post. The post was almost as big as his head. After shucking off his gear and carefully placing his weapons by him, he leaned by it, mentally telling himself this was better than any cold ground outside.

Gaz made an eerie noise. He made a guttural noise with this throat, followed by a poor impression of a woman.

“Johnny…. My children… please save my children”

“shitebag.. you startin’?”

Gaz bit the inside of his cheek to hold back laughter. Soap was just too easy.

Gaz continued to make noises, throwing small rocks from his pack to have Soap twitch around. The rocks weren’t hitting him, so he looked around for something else. He then saw his opportunity. A small spider on a post above Soap’s head. He grabbed it and chucked it softly onto Soap’s face.

Soap swiped at his face. His eyes went wide, and his stomach dropped. He turned to face Gaz.

“Enough playing around, I felt something crawl on my entire cheek”

Gaz howled. Soap was so stupid.

“Fuck this I’m not stayin’ here.” Soap had proceeded to sit up looking around.

“You scared of a little spider?” He said, attempting to catch his breath.

“You didn’t feel it mate, it took over ma’ entire cheek” Soap continued.

“You scared of a little bite?”

“You see when those get infected? Entire spot goes BLACK and your face starts fallin’ off I’m not dealing with that.”

Soap wasn’t satisfied. He got up and began searching beneath the hay with his flashlight. He pointed his knife and chucked the hay off trying to find whatever it was that crawled on him.

Gaz stopped laughing, thinking about how Price would surely be pissed knowing they were wasting time dicking around instead of resting up. He was about to tell him he grabbed the spider above his head and to try and get some rest. Soap flashed the light up on the post, where Gaz took the baby spider from and they soon realized the terror watching them from above.

They both jumped back. Soap almost dropped his flashlight just seeing it.

“Fuckin’ hell that’s HUGE!” Gaz pulled his light out and looked at the monstrosity.

The spider was massive. Hairy, brown, and thick– just like the post Soap was laying against. Completely camouflaged, its body had taken up the entire post, its legs wrapped around it. It didn’t move, or twitch. It laid there minding its own business.

Gaz now felt scared. “Shit what if it jumps?”

They turned off their lights. Gaz came to an awful realization in his head.

This was a goliath birdeater. He had been reading up on South America when he read a “fun fact” about Venezuela having a record for the biggest spider, and also eating this spider. He also came to the conclusion that the one he threw at Soap was its babies…

He spoke in shock –

“What if it laid babies underneath the hay?”

Soap eyed the barn hay, if any brown spots had been crawling around. Seeing Gaz terrified, only made him realize something horrific, if he was scared, who was going to kill it?

“Aye so now I’m not the only one scared?”

“Fuck off mate YOU never specified how BIG it was!” Gaz said, shaking his head.

“Aye and me sayin’ something crawled on my ENTIRE cheek wasn’t big enough for you?” Soap pointed at him with his knife.

Gaz kept his eyesight on the spider. It was huge, hairy, and looked fake…like it took steroids, something you buy for a Halloween prop. It immediately reminded him of the time in Australia.

“This is why we left Australia,” he said in a low voice. Still astonished at the size of it.

Soap was already pissed he felt it crawl on him, and that he needed to get to sleep.

“What if we just shoot the damn thing?”

“Waste ammo? Do you think Price or Ghost would let us?” Gaz thought out loud.

“Cannae be sleeping with that half yorkie half crab above me.” Soap’s patience was thin. His fear had heightened.

“Right then, you should shoot it.”

Gaz cocked his head towards Soap. “You’re kiddin’ right?” Gaz knew once he shot that thing, either babies would come out or guts. “I’m not doing it. There’s no spider in my post.”

Soap rubbed down his face with his hand. He was about to tell Gaz to go fuck himself when Ghost opened the barn door and came in.

“You two muppets done cryin’? I can hear you from outside!”

“And you didn’t think to come inside to help?” Gaz asked him.

“Oh bloody hell, what are ya cryin’ about?”

Soap turned on his flashlight again trailing up the post for Ghost to see.

Ghost remained his composure, not believing his own eyes and spoke –

“Bloody hell, Soap shoot that damn thing!”

“I’m not shootin’ it Lt!” Soap looked at Ghost. “You shoot it and Gaz and I will be quiet for the rest of night.”

Ghost sighed, severely annoyed that they had been making all this noise over a spider, way up high away from them. He took his gun out and aimed for the spider.

When suddenly, something in his stomach told him to stop. What if it jumped on him or what if he missed?

“Right then, let us stand back, yeah?” Ghost took a few steps back and asked Soap to position the flashlight on it. As soon as the light hit the spider again, it jumped forward.

Soap ran behind Ghost, where he pulled a gun from his pack, then positioned it with the light then began to shoot recklessly to the ground. Ghost’s eyes began frantically searching the floor before he shot anything while Gaz had been near the barn door, swaying his light around to make sure it didn’t jump on him.

Price had barged through the door witnessing his task force acting like complete imbeciles.

“What the devil has got into all of you?”

“I still haven’t shot it, Lt. Let's just go outside. It’s his barn now” Soap motioned to Ghost walking toward the door.

“I’ve asked you all a question!” Price had shouted.

Ghost now felt so stupid, Price was the reason he came inside the barn to tell Soap and Gaz to shut up.

“Sir… it’s uh… a uh… spider.” Soap said.

Price had lost it. He yelled at his 3 members of the crew. “Givin’ out our location knowing that we’re basically on the run? Over a damn spider?”

Price was fuming.

Gaz spoke up, “Sir it was huge. If we can kill it, I assure you we will go to sleep.”

The four of them turned on their flashlights and searched the barn.

There was no sign of the brown creature anywhere. Price mumbled about not being paid enough for this.

“Well it seems it’s gone now, I’ve got no time for nonsense. ”

Soap nudged Gaz “Had t’ get yer daddy for this one aye?”

Gaz shoved him away, then out of the corner of his eye he saw the spider again. He motioned to it with his finger speechless.

The spider looked unreal crawling around on the ground like that. It was fast too, crawling up the ground towards the barn door.

Price looked to where Gaz was pointing at, and stepped back, pulled his gun out and positioned it sideways, closing one eye to shoot the thing. The single bullet managed to kill the spider, guts flying everywhere. It shot one of his legs off in the process.

“There now, are we alright?” Price said again. Loading his gun into its holder. Mentally kicking himself for using ammo on a spider. “Let’s go Lt.” Ghost followed him outside, in disbelief that he overreacted.

Gaz and Soap settled by the door now, back to back, adrenaline still running through their bodies over the massive spider. Neither of them would admit it.

Right outside the barn door, Ghost and Price settled into their positions again, guns cocked and ready.

Price spoke, “bloody muppets crying over a spider.” he laughed to Ghost. Ghost nodding and continuing to scan the area.

“Tell you one thing, after seeing that creature in person I think it’s best we don't sleep in there.”

#ask #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty mwii

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Bulletproof Bandits, chapter 1

Feb. 7th, 2023

Characters: oc!Russell Davon, oc!Dylan Harley

Word count: 1405

Warnings: Violence and gore

Summary: Russell is chased by a gang of mutants, until he gets backed into a corner. You’ll figure out how it goes :)

A/N: Guys. It’s happening.

Very, very, very special thanks to @arnold-layne for giving me tips and examples on how to write some of the action. We basically co-wrote the thing and I’m so so grateful to have you invested in this. If it wasn’t for you, Bulletproof Bandits wouldn’t even exist!! mwah love you <33333

Rhinestone City, or Hazardville, as its inhabitants would lovingly call it, stood out along the west coast of the State of New California. Its prides were the local species of overgrown twine - which was mostly harmless, if it wasn’t for the giant venus fly traps and thorns that grew up to a finger long -; the orange glow of the sky that would turn to blood red at the late dawns and early sunsets, with purple clouds looming over the urban landscape; and the corpse-eating fireflies, about five times bigger than the ones that you would usually see in the countryside during summer. The holes in the roads, filled with perfectly still murky water, would work as mirrors for the mutants that inhabited the town, or portals to the other dimension, if you looked too closely while high on the drugs sold at the black market. Despite its flaws, Hazardville was quite the charming place.

But Russell didn’t have the time to admire the butchered beauty of his town, because he was running at breakneck speed through its streets, splashing his stolen boots in the puddles and scratching his face and hands against the twine that grew conveniently at the height of his eyes, chased by a gang of armed-to-the-teeth raiders who really wanted him dead. His red hair a flame lighting up the unusual grayness of that day in Rhinestone City.

He expected to be followed by two of them, which was manageable, although they must’ve called reinforcements, since the pairs of heavy-duty boots seemed to have multiplied. He could discern two, maybe three more people behind him. Overall, there were five of them.

Five men thirsty for blood.

Russell's blood, specifically.

"Don't let him escape!"

A bullet flew by Russell’s cheekbone.

"Get the little bastard!"

Another gunshot.

"You son of a bitch, come back here!"

Usually, if the job had a risk this high, he’d just dump the package somewhere and go on his merry way, but this one was different. This one was a mission for Robin, the Death Baroness, or the Black Widow, depending on who you were asking, and Russell didn’t need another disappointment on his record from her. Plus, she promised good money (“And maybe something else”, according to her) and Russell needed it real bad at the moment.

The gangsters were shouting and cursing at him as he cut short into an alley. While he looked behind him, Russell met the wall with the side of his face and almost fell over.

Ouch.

Russell turned around, as two other men climbed down the nearby rooftops.

Now they were seven against one.

Shit. A trap.

Russell had a gun, too, but he had exactly three bullets. He had no choice but to pull out his pocket knife.

“Oh… little kitty got scared?” snickered who seemed to be the head of the group, in between wheezes. Half of his face was covered in red blisters, his pearly eyes bulging and most of his teeth had fallen out. Jesus, the radiation didn’t spare this one. It was a miracle he could talk at all.

“Tsk. Scared? Who’s scared?” Russell grinned, as he put his armed hand in front of him. A familiar tingle and warmth coming from his chest going through the blood in his veins began to fill Russell’s body. That warmth that he so so detested but only in the aftermath, always in the aftermath.

It’s you who should be scared.

The one covered in blisters advanced. “Come on. Give us the shit and no one will get hurt.”

“What? Uh… let’s see”, Russell searched his pockets with his free hand. “I got a couple crackers, though I’d think twice before eating them, a flask – empty, sadly, didn’t get to refill it… oh, and half a pack of cigarettes! You want one?”

“You talk a lot for someone who’s about to die!” laughed the other, coming closer.

“Stay back”, said Russell, slowly.

The raider ignored him and came even closer, pointing his gun at Russell’s head. “Give us the package or we’ll take it off your dead body.”

As menacing as he sounded, Russell could barely hear him, as the blood filled his ears and his vision. The voices were back, telling him to kill and maim and murder.

“You’ve made a grave mistake” His tone was grim and emotionless.

Bang-Bang-Bang-Scream.

“What the fuck, Junkhead, he was mine!” accused the one who had the boy at gunpoint.

“You guys were taking too long!” responded one of the gang members on the side of Russell.

“Don’t you fucking dare doing that again!” Roared the other.

While the two were arguing, Russell noticed he was shot twice, one bullet in his left shoulder, and one in his stomach. He noticed he was bleeding profusely, too.

The voices in his head grew more insistent.

Russell snapped.

Russell stabbed the man that held him hostage. A scream tore the air apart. Another stab in the throat. The screaming stopped. Panic ensued among the raiders. Someone shot, bullets fell on the concrete. One got caught by Russell, who gave it back to the sender with the same velocity it came with. Right in the middle of the eyes. “Bullseye!” hissed Russell in perverted joy.

Russell charged against three other men, swinging his knife left and right. One of them with two rusty machetes tried to sway his weapons in an attempt to hit the redhead. Duck – a strand of red hair glided to the ground. The head of the raider hit it faster, though. The other two tried to run. Little did they know, they were already de- and there they went, falling face down in the dirt.

Russell turned around. The last survivor was backed up in a corner, paralyzed in fear, looking at him, trembling.

Russell slowly walked towards him, his head inclined to the side, which made tufts of red hair fall back on his eyes. A demented smile made out of crooked teeth decorated his freckled face.

"So, Junkhead…" Russell hissed, coughing up blood. "Do you want to die too, or do you want to live to tell the tale?" He pointed the blade to the other's throat.

The man slowly raised his arms without losing eye contact. His long curls and beard couldn't hide the horrifying effects that the radiations had on him. "Y-you… you monster…"

Russell pressed the blade against his neck, licking his blood-covered lips. "Answer me, you coward. And don't move."

"Please… please just let me live…" The man yelped. "I have a family!"

Russell sniffed. All of a sudden he could feel the burn of the gunshot wounds. He let out a groan, grasping his stomach.

I need to find Dylan.

The man slowly made a step back, trying to escape Russell's knife, who promptly slit his throat with one last effort. The lifeless raider fell at Russell's feet.

"You stupid bitch…" Russell spat out a blood clot on the now dead mutant's face. "I told you not to move!"

The murderous instincts were starting to fade away, substituted by a sense of heaviness. All of a sudden, everything was less clear and the colors began to dissolve.

Russell held himself up against the wall, trying to walk, but could barely stand up.

Shit.

Everything hurt. The arms, the legs, the two bullets inside his stomach and shoulder.

The boy crawled out of the alley. His mouth filled with blood.

And collapsed.

"...sell… sell…"

A familiar voice.

"Russell… Russell! Wake up! Talk to me, Russ!"

The boy who was calling his name shook him.

Russell let out a scream of pain, eyes wide open. That's when he realized it was Dylan. His long black dreads were brushing Russell's face. All he could see was the bright red of his bandanna.

"Fuck! Dude, don't touch me there, that's where they shot me!"

Dylan's green eyes lit up. "Oh thank God you're alive…"

Russell groaned.

"Where were you, dude?!" Dylan kneeled, grabbed Russell's arm and wrapped it around his own shoulders. "I was looking for you!"

"Dude… You know I love you, but I don't need a babysitter."

"I beg to differ." Dylan objected, while he got up with Russell on his back.

"Then beg!"

"You are on the verge of death! I am literally carrying you!"

"Ugh… I would've been fine anyway." Russell mumbled.

"Where were you directed?"

"Uh… To your house."

Dylan sighed. "See?! It's good I found you. At least it's not that far from here. Let's go."

#thats right i am reposting the entire thing as well #im not saying that you should read it again but i have edited it a bit since i first posted it #a.#bulletproof bandits

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halloawhatisthis · 1 year

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“Oh, didn’t you know?” he cried, laughing. “Yes, I have been guilty of several monographs. They are all upon technical subjects.“

- The Sign of the Four

#elementaryedit #elementasquee #*elementary #you do it to yourself #a giant gun filled with drugs #snow angels #corpse de ballet #worth several cities #you've come a long way baby

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claudia-kishi · 2 years

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Want to talk about it? Not with you. That is to say, I think it's a tale more suited to a... group setting.

#elementary #elementaryedit #elementasquee #rjs*: new #joan watson #sherlock holmes #brotp: you and i are bound #ele s1 #a giant gun filled with drugs #sigh

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Now, Fallout!AU for Raider!Konig and fem!Reader...

Konig as a raider. Your typical one - wall of meat, muscles, mean motherfucker who doesn't really care who to kill and who to fuck after. It might be from one of the less drug-addicted gangs, most of the shit never works on him anyway. Might be radiation, might be mild mutation - no one cares. He isn't a leader of the gang, never good at working with people and commanding them - but he is good at shooting people and taking their stuff. He is good at spotting and sniping, despite people around laughing at his huge form scrambling behind a stolen sniper riffle. This is how he spots you, actually. A vault dweller - this much is obvious. You can lead him to your stash, a can deep in the ground. Filled with people, vault-dwelling rats - the ones that are too fucking good for this place. Konig thinks he hates them - but honestly, half of the wasteland does. You do look good in that tight suit of yours. Bright blue on the dry yellow of the ground below. he wondered who designed the suits - if people knew that every dumb underground rat would be spotted from at least 3 kilometres away in that bright blue thing. Works for him, though. He flips off the guy who didn't want to spot for his position. His rank in the gang is high enough to just get a guy by his neck and force him on guard duty - all while he is getting ready to catch the little rat. It was a while since he saw someone so pretty - honestly, only Vault dwellers can be considered pretty at this point. Clean skin, moderately clean hair. He knows that if he gets to smell you, you'd have this awesome stench of cleanliness. Would be lovely to push his nose into your hair as he fucks you on his bunk. Might even clean his room a bit so the underworld princess won't be too disgusted at the perspective of being chained to his bunk. A prized property. Pretty helpless thing.

Konig drags you to the compound with ease. You're too startled at the sight of a giant hooded man approaching you with a very mean gun on his hip - not even in his hands, since he is confident he can snap your neck with just two fingers. You whine like a brain calf being split in two at some posh casino far in New Vegas - he brushes his hand over your ass, gripping it. Patting it. You do have a weapon - he disposes of it now, just getting it to his pocket. You freeze when he takes your pip-boy off, snapping it off your wrist with ease. You mouth a little plead with your lips. Konig laughs. You have a Vault location in here - it's funny how such a silly thing is going to be the doom of your people. The gang leader would probably be sad they didn't get to torture you for information, but Konig is making sure the whole gang will be satisfied hearing your moans and cries the whole night. Everyone knows that Konig is a beast - and that if they try to get the leftovers of a pretty Vault girl, they will be used as a target practice next. You do smell good. Konig takes note of breaking into some abandoned building and trying to fetch water and cleaning supplies so you could continue to smell nice. Wants to doll up his pretty Vault snatch - even finds some old, pre-war dresses. Plays house as long as gang allows it. Some of the younger members give you a pitied look, hearing your little sobs every time Konig forces you to move. Some of the older members know that the moans you're letting out aren't the ones of pain. Konig isn't the one to share and to talk, so he never even brags about his girl. Just has her attached to his hip, clinging to his armor since he is the only one who you know here. At least you know him, somehow. At least you know he likes his pretty Vault rat too much to let you get hurt. By anyone but him, that is.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #yandere cod #cod x reader #fallout

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hitchell-mope · 2 years

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Bastard

#elementary #a giant gun filled with drugs

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I have actually never played bioshock. What’s it about?

Ok so here’s the (mostly) spoiler free version of what happens before and in the intro of the first game:

A guy named Andrew ryan took the novel “atlas shrugged” WAYYYY too seriously and went “the govt is mean to me bc im a millionaire (in 1940) and they think I should pay taxes” so he built a city under the ocean to be a place for “captains of industry” to go where govt and god can’t reach them. Sounds fine, fuck u mr Ryan build ur city everyone down there is insufferable anyway. So it fills up with like well connected socialites, experts in dozens of fields, acclaimed artists, etc.

But here’s the thing,,, if everyone’s a captain of industry, who’s cleaning the fuckin toilets??

So by trapping themselves in this superiority complex game everyone loses and a lot of people start dropping to poverty class real fucking quick. This is not bc of anything Andrew ryan does (he expressly makes no laws, ever), this is just naturally there’s going to be someone having to do those shit jobs for shit pay bc automation doesn’t exist yet and everyone down there is hardcore capitalist so fair wages make their little feelings hurt.

Anyway so ppl get poor Quickly. And that fuels resentment against ryan the same way current us gas prices fuel resentment against Biden: he may not have directly done it, but he was in charge when it happened so,,, and then there’s this guy Fontaine who comes up, and he’s basically starting a mafia under Ryan’s nose and nobody really likes Fontaine bc he’s just as bad as ryan only slimier, but it’s a rock and a hard place. Until ryan makes the police kill Fontaine and ryan takes over his research lab/company.

What was being made in the lab u say?? Adam, plasmids, Big daddies, and little sisters!! Plasmids are essentially magic for this world, but it operates using a substance called Adam made from slugs at the bottom of the sea floor. Thing is, the slugs can only make a little bit of Adam�� until I implant them in the stomachs of children, creating little sisters!! Here’s the thing abt Adam tho, it’s highly addictive, so even with the slugs making the girls basically invulnerable bc their bodies r producing stem cells in overdrive, the ppl addicted to Adam (called splicers) are still going to find a way to kill these little girls for their Adam. So big daddies, giant metal protectors decked out in rivet guns and diving suits, are pair bonded with the little sisters to protect them. Neat! Found family!

So ryan takes over this business, and the already booming plasmid industry gets real out of hand and pretty much everyone is a drug addict now in a pressurized box at the bottom of the ocean! Not great! Ppl urge ryan to do SOMETHING but he’s like “nooo free market hurghh” and so everyone hates him more now. And then this guy atlas is like “bruh that guy SUXKS” and everyone is like yea and atlas is like “imma lead a revolution” and everyone goes “:))) yea” and so the revolution of 1959 happens and the end result is that now the entire city is in shambles and the only ppl not on drugs is atlas and ryan and the lady who invented the Adam and plasmids and big daddies and little sisters: Brigid tenenbaum.

This is when u come in. It’s 1960. U r some guy in a cable knit sweater. U never learn ur own name. This is fine. Ur on an airplane looking lovingly at a card from ur very supportive parents. Then the plane crashes into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. U r the only survivor. This is fine. There’s a lighthouse located conveniently within swimming distance! What a lucky break! U go inside and the doors lock behind u and so ur like “uhhh ok ig” and u follow these stairs down to a submarine but the only thing in it is one lever and u go “uhhh ok ig” and u pull the lever and immediately descend to an underwater city. Not like atlantis underwater where there’s a big ol dome over everything. Just like it’s all underwater. U can look out the window and see jellyfish and whales and shit pass by. Looking out the window at the fish is unarguably the best part of the game (especially in the remastered version). So u get down there and there’s some ppl u can hear talking over the radio and they’re like “oh shit someone’s on their way down (that someone is u) it’s super dangerous down here we should go pick them up” but then when u get inside u see one of the guys and he’s looking at this lady with man door car hook hands and she rips this guy up the same way u shred chicken and then she runs off and then the other guy on the radio is like “oh shit hiiii :)” and then he says he’s gonna be ur friend but can u pls help him meet up w his family and then u find the other unarguably best part of the game: the Wrench.

So anyway u r prowlin around tryna help this man get to his family and then u encounter a little sister. She has adam, and atlas recommends u kill her for it (out of necessity, bc u Will Not Make It if u don’t have drug-superpowers down here) and then tenenbaum is like “PLEASE no bro— in fact I will shoot u for trying” and u get to make a choice here but u r no psychopath so u don’t kill the child and then tenenbaum is like “thank uuuu HERES how to un-drug them also I’m ur mom now” and the rest of the game is basically an extended custody battle between u and the big daddies over custody of the little sisters and also u trying to get atlas back to his family so u can all escape together :)

#bioshock #if u want spoilers I can do the rest of the game too #i have written one (1) fanfic for this game #lunar u r holding up my whole heart w these asks by the way thank u so much for these #u 🤝 my patrons #<< getting me thru the day #writcos

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agentsketchbook · 2 years

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The guys I need in my guy squad

Read about some of the squad guys below!

Thistle is the youngest member of Molly's gang, born in 1988, 3 years after our main story begins. Later on in the timeline, she grows up to be spunky, rebellious, and fiery, as seen by her rock throwing.

Cole Manors is a cabbage floro and the oldest member of the gang, somewhere in his 80s. He is a retired architect and former construction worker. He helped renovate the operation's original and new bases in abandoned mine sites.

Alli Oops is a life loving yoga instructor and one of the first ones to get behind anything exciting. Their unamity is an allium floro. They are highly flexible, but accident prone! Pictured with Amata Gemoule, who is fumbling with their moves.

Helly (Helga) Faer is the very 40 year old pharmaceutical engineer who created the sun drug all the buzz is about in ITR. Smart, practical, and methodical. She is stubborn and a little hard headed, and that's not mentioning her literally thick viral skin.

Detroit Agate is an exciting artificial petraphine. He relies on car paint to supplement his diet to maintain his body's form and appearance rather than natural minerals, explaining the artificial. He loves to lecture and tell stories of his life to those who will listen. He's got a can do attitude and energy for days. Pictured are Pinku Usagi, Amata, and Pigeon Wing spectating a yarn he's spinning.

Sunshine Waters is the 32 year old 12 foot tall giant sunflower floro who is a part of things. He was a former mine worker like Amata, and currently trying to write novels with the help of his partner, Dazey Will Do.

Dazey Will Do is the 43 year old 4 foot tall powerhouse behind the gang who manages things alongside the two female founders and Heliotrope's advising. He is a quick thinker, light on his feet, and just as nervous. Polite to his detriment at times.

Sakana Furikake is the 28 year old cherry tree floro who fills the room with his flashiness whether he likes it or not. He's an artist, model, you name it who lives with his business partner and ex, Rose Buddy. He is a funny mix of both maternal and childish at the same time.

Oleander is a reader floro who works as a prep cook by day and was a former hitman. He prizes his gun collection, which he can fire with accuracy despite having no eyes using his reading senses. He knows when to lay low and when to stir some chaos. Or so we think.

Molly Mandrake is the 28 year old leader of the pack. She founded this whole gang alongside Helly back in 1976 to make a difference for floro sapiens affected by the steep pricing of the sun drug. The method ended up being to illegally create and distribute it under everybody's noses. She's calm, friendly, and smiles through it all.

Hansa Geoluhread is a yellow rose type floro who spends his time doing yard work for the elderly and disabled population in his neighborhood. A massive fan of cartoons and anime, he is caught up on his mangas to the right to left reading letter.

#Thistle Hoenn #Cole Manors #Alli Oops #Amata Gemoule #Helly Faer #Detroit Agate #Pinku Usagi #Pigeon Wing #Sunshine Waters #Dazey Will Do #Sakana Furikake #Oleander #Molly Mandrake #Hansa Geoluhread #gallery

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 9 months

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 07x05 Shut Up, Dr. Phil

“Punish his ass Karen! If I could DJ, I’d make a song about it”

“Punish his ass Karen!” “at punishing ass, Karen” laughter

“HI Ken” “How did I know it was going to be Dean fkn Winchester?” “You’re taking the wrong drugs before bed, dude. Holy shit” “That would have been the flattest fkn shit ever.” “They drink a lot. He just drank 2-3 shots in one sitting. Thats a third of the glass.” “They did that scene at least twice. Dean says you stink. Jared probably farted. Then they probably laughed” “Go shower man, come on” “That’s a lot of bug spray or whatever the fuck he bought” “Did they have customers in the front?” “They have this burnt shit hanging down and people are doing the books” “He says it’s not American, but what if it’s South American. Still American” “Fkn A. We’re eating and this guy is taking a piss” “I don’t remember this one” “I don’t know about that, but if you defeat the safety on those things, you can do a lot of damage” “100 psi” “Sure” “Idk. I don’t use nail guns” “Screws are better for most things except efficiency” “Or being discrete like brad nails” “I mean I guess the compressor could have had air in it if it was filled up. You could probably get 20 shots out” “Oh, he’s going to AA - the Art Auction” “Except when you have an angel to fix your problems, you don’t really have problems do you?” “Is he a botany aficionado? He doesn’t think a plant is supposed to look like that and then makes fun of Sam? I don’t know how they’re related but sure” “Why the hell would you say all of that?” “I mean if you talk about it enough you’d shorten it” “Whoever did the sound design for this episode did a damned good job” “His hair is always fucked but that’s nobody’s fault” “A whole ass closet and the necklaces are next to the shoes? Makes going through your closet easy I guess” “You could just pee in the plants. Or use a dog. Easy way to kill plants” “Running a little oil there bud” “Pretty odd music for snooping around someone’s house” “You gotta have more reliable means of communication” Hey it’s Cordelia from Buffy

“How did you not see him through the giant ass window?” “This would never work in the future. Everyone has cameras all over their shit” “She must really like chocolate” “Fuck that’s disgusting” “yeah that makes sense but pretty effective it turns out” “This feels so Daytime TV” “Like the framing and how serious this guy is trying to be” “The fuck” “He must know about her abilities” “Helloooo” “Do we ever learn why Dean hates witches so much?”

“Kinda cool effect” “This acting is interesting” “The fuck?” “The paintings are still fucked up” “Is this their attempt to sprinkle the overarching plot line over a few episodes?” “The fuck is happening?” “oh yeah they’re witches. They live forever” “oh fuck that noise” “Those bees are so fkn fake” “Fkn yellow jackets” “Why is basketball the theme of the room? That’s so weird” “That was a quick draw there” “The fuck?” “He’s maybe not such bad of a dude.” “Take what you can get when you don’t have an angel around right?” “He didn’t look stung by bees earlier” “These guys are so shitty at talking to each other. It takes a whole ass job to talk, but the job takes like a week. It’s watching two siblings bitch at each other for a week”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural rewatch #supernatural s7

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